Jack-tar 's office

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / Pool

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Sometimes a friendly game of pool can be very revealing
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Jack 's Place is my favorite bar. It could be because of the admirer I have there or the girls I meet there or my pet brand of dark beer always being usable in the cooler, but it is none of that. It is Jack actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I could go there every night just to watch her behind the bar. And it is n't that she dresses sexy. Her rig is almost always a pair of unloosen fitting blue jeans and an equally unloosen black tee shirt with the Jack 's seat logo on the presence in White River,

I started going to Jack 's station because of the Friday night after hours pool tournament. Just before the 2:00 am shutting time, Jaqui would denote that everyone who wanted to play in the tournament needed to go to the tourney room. She would call survive daily round on drinkable and then unfold a doorway into a back room that held a full- sized, regularization, pool table. The entry fee was ten dollar. Side stake were optional. Jaqui would collect the money, usher everyone into the elbow room, deliver the drink, place one-half of the money in a great succeeder 's trophy on one of the tabular array, and then close the room access between the bar and the tournament way. After drawing the blinds on the window, she would go to a small stairway that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make for certain your turn out the light and clear certainly that the skittle alley door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the cameras mounted around the room she would add, `` And recollect, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another reason to love Jack 's stead arrived. Her name was - well, she never gave her name. She always said, `` Just shout out me dearest, causal agent I 'm the sweetest thing you 'll ever receive, but I 've got a stinger if you get too close. '' She only came into the bar on Friday 's and she always arrived about 1:45, just in metre for the pond tournament.

The tournament was actually an 8-ball game where the winner kept playing as long as there was a contender. It was purely a last man standing tourney, so whoever won the last game won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were incline wager. The wager was standard, you had to flip a ten into the cup to gainsay, and it was one dollar for the plot and one dollar for every ball you left on the table when your opposition sank the 8 formal. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the wampum plus two one dollar bill for every ball on the table.

beloved usually went home with the cup money. She was upright, damned good, but she had an unfair vantage. She wore fairly abruptly bird and every time she leaned over the table to shoot, you could see her tight, tan, little ass peeking at you from behind a pair of white lace panties. It for sure broke your concentration.

After various calendar week, it was obvious that she was the best role player there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the little leather paddle appeared on the table one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` dearest 's Stinger. '' After that, whenever the balls were being racked, she would curl her little paddle and taunt us with, `` OK, whose next to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Friday night. '' Anyone who knew the story just referred to it as `` that Friday night. '' Everything started as usual and went as common. honey played like a pro, flashed her pantie like a tease, and was ready to leave with all the money. She looked around the room at each of us and asked, `` Is n't anyone else going to get their ass whipped tonight ? ``

'' Just you, Honey, '' came a sultry solvent from behind me.

I turned around and almost bit the neck off the beer bottle I had been emptying. There in the doorway to her flat stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my wildest dreams had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight sinister pants that ended just below her stifle. On top was a tweed satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those blackness tee shirts for so long. Her tomentum framed her cheek and her makeup was double-dyed. She literally steamed with gender and the lust in her eyes was very apparent. No wonder none of the men at Jack 's Place had never gotten anywhere with Jaqui. She did n't like men, but whoa did she like Honey.

'' How about a special secret plan to end the evening, Honey ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a hundred for the plot and a hundred for every ball if you win. If I win, I get to whip your naked ass right there on that mesa. Once for the game and once for each clod on the table. What do you recall, Honey, you ready to get your ass whipped ? '' Honey stood and looked at Jaqui for a patch and then said, `` Two hundred and you 're on. ``

Jaqui laughed. `` OK, we double the bet - two hundred against two swats. stand 'em. ``

I doubt that any biz of billiards in any tournament for any amount of money held the attention of the audience like that biz. Honey broke and sank three solids. Jaqui sank two stripe, but left beloved a really bad shooter. She managed to get one, but could n't set for another. Jaqui then sank four in a row, but blew the fifth for no seeming reason. love easily sank her fifth and sixth ballock and tried to job up on her go ball when it became apparent that Jaqui 's misapprehension had actually saved her the game. Honey could n't get a in good order shot because she was blocked by Jacqui 's Ball. She made a neat endeavour with a three bank, come from behind shot, but the clump just did n't shine. Jaqui popped both remaining stripes and lined up on the 8 ball.

'' You ready to get your ass whipped, Honey ? '' she asked as she dropped the 8 in a slope pocket.

Honey was totally wide-eyed and gasping for breath. Evidently it had n't occurred to her that she might lose. She never had before.

'' You 're not going to go south on your bet are you, Honey ? ``

'' Another game, '' stammered Honey. `` House ruler are that all bet ride to the future game as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you guess cat ? Those are the house rule. This was a special game, but I agree. If Honey antes up in the cup, I will live with her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per Ball against four swats. And, Honey, in case you did n't observation, the ante is one 100. ''

'' I do n't suffer that kind of money on me, '' moaned Honey.

Jaqui smiled, or what it a sneer, and replied, `` That 's OK. I 'll pass on you one hundred buck credit for those lace step-in. Just send packing them in the cup and we 're set to rack. ``

Honey hesitated and looked around like a trapped bunny rabbit cony in a den of wolves. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or drop you drawers and lean over the board for two swats with that fancy leather boat paddle of yours. ``

Almost yell, beloved reached down and removed her panties and put them in the trophy.

To say that we were even more glued to this plot would be the capital understatement of all metre. Even showing her ass to the whole room every sentence she shot, Honey was still a much unspoilt player than Jaqui. Honey never seemed to crap a fault while Jaqui made erroneous belief after error. But somehow Jaqui 's blown shots always seemed to end up just in the wrong place for dearest to make the most of her shots. It looked like beloved had it with two of Jaqui 's bollock still on the table, but both balls were in just the wrong spot and Honey did n't drop down the 8. Both shots by Jaqui were really weak, but the ball just managed to go down. She left herself a painful net snap, however, the cue was slightly in the side pocket and it would take at least one money box to sink the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the turning point pocket. ``

Honey just stood at the end of the board with her mouth open. `` That 's four swats you 've got coming, Honey, unless you want to ante up for another game. ``

'' What would I have to ante with ? '' asked Honey.

'' Your clothing - all of it. Play naked or pay the bet. Your pick. ''

'' A thousand, '' whispered Honey.

'' Ten swats, '' replied Jaqui.

Honey did n't say anything, but slipped her blouse over her fountainhead and dropped it in the trophy. Her chick followed shortly. She was n't wearing a bra.

How Honey could endure naked in a room full of men and play pool like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other hand, played even bad. She did n't go under a undivided ball. Her luck held, however, and Honey was kept to sinking only one or two balls with each bend. honey sank her cobbler's last clump and Jaqui 's luck held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's clod was in just the wrong place and Honey had to go under for a safety on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her fortune to whip dear 's ass and have to pay several thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her guess, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you want to add to the bet ? I will hold it five thousand a chunk if you win, but if I win, in addition to the swats, you will be my slave for the relaxation of the weekend. Maybe you 'll like it, you never know. ``

Honey looked at the table. There was no way that Jaqui could run the tabular array with the way that she had been playing. Even if she sank 4 balls before honey got the 8 testis down, that would be $ 20,000. `` You 're on. ``

Jaqui lined up on the six ball and blasted it way too hard. It went down, but the cue came all the way back to the other end of the tabular array, almost sinking the 8 ball before scratching in the near corner pocket.

'' I guess that comes back up, '' said Jaqui with a shrug.

Honey smugly walked to the end of the tabular array to retrieve the cue ball, but as she turned to set the cue on the board, her eyes widened and her front turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's last wild dig, the 8 ball had rolled into the middle of a tight circle of Jaqui 's balls. With the six ball returned to the table on the spotlight, the logic gate to the corral was effective closed. If Honey could n't at least tap the 8 and move it two inch, she would scratch. There were 8 balls on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A cabbage would be ten times that plus twice that for every ball on the table. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the previous secret plan. And beyond that she had agreed to be Jaqui 's slave for the weekend if she lost.

love gasped as she realized what was occurring. She had been hustled. Every shot from the outset of the first game had been a set up to bring her to this breaker point. There was one possible escape, however. If she applied the redress English people, she might be able to get through at the runway and complete a safety on the 8. She called it and carefully lined it up, but the gap was n't quite wide enough and one of Jaqui 's formal rolled toward the middle of the table. It was a shekels on the 8 ball. biz over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

dearest accepted defeat. She walked down to the end of the table and bent over it with her script stretched out above her. `` Would you boys please hold her over the table, I 've got some whipping to do, '' announced Jaqui. No one moved. We really were n't sure what to do.

'' She wants it. She may not do it that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could have won every secret plan, but her private desires would n't let her win. ``

With that Jaqui laid her cue down on the table. The end of the cue was in the quoin pouch. The shaft pushed aside the 8 clump and the tip pointed through a gap in the cattle pen to the early end of the table. `` It was a straight in shot - forty thousand dollars in soft money. But I was willing to bet that little dearest here, deep down, is a pain slut who would love to be my slave forever.

beloved just lay her face on the table and began to moan softly.

We held love 's script and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not existent tough, but every one of the 264 fourth dimension. When she was done, Jaqui lifted dearest 's face up toward hers and said, `` I want to find you kneeling naked at the end of my bed when I come up there. Do n't touch yourself. Do n't pleasure yourself. Just hold at the end of my bed like a good slave. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make for sure the alley door closing behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the steps. As I left, for the first time, I stopped to actually register what it said on that battered old prize that held the Night 's winning as well as love 's clothing. It read, `` First spot World Billiards john Shot Tournament Jaqui Michael Joe Jackson ''