sea dog 's Place

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / Pool

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Sometimes a friendly game of puddle can be very revealing
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sea dog 's Place is my pet bar. It could be because of the friends I have there or the lady friend I meet there or my best-loved brand of morose beer always being available in the ice chest, but it is none of that. It is old salt actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful cleaning lady 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 outfit is almost always a pair of loose fitting depressed denim and an equally loose black tee shirt with the Jack 's Place logo on the forepart in white,

I started going to Jack 's seat because of the Friday night after hours pool tournament. Just before the 2:00 am closing prison term, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to diddle in the tournament needed to go to the tourney room. She would call last unit of ammunition on drinkable and then spread a doorway into a back room that held a full- sized, regularisation, pond table. The entry fee was ten dollars. face bets were optional. Jaqui would pull in the money, usher everyone into the room, hand over the beverage, station one-half of the money in a heavy winner 's trophy on one of the tables, and then fold the threshold between the bar and the tourney room. After drawing the blinds on the windows, she would go to a small stairway that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make sure your turn out the lights and make certain that the skittle alley doorway close behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the cameras mounted around the way she would add, `` And think back, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another cause to get laid Jack 's property arrived. Her figure was - well, she never gave her name. She always said, `` Just call me Honey, reason I 'm the sweet-scented thing you 'll ever satisfy, but I 've got a cut if you get too close. '' She only came into the bar on Friday 's and she always arrived about 1:45, just in time for the pool tournament.

The tournament was actually an 8-ball game where the achiever kept playing as long as there was a rival. It was purely a last man standing tournament, so whoever won the finally biz won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were slope stake. The stake was standard, you had to throw a ten into the cup to challenge, and it was one clam for the game and one one dollar bill for every ball you left on the table when your opposer sank the 8 ball. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the starting line plus two clam for every clump on the table.

Honey usually went home with the cup money. She was proficient, damned good, but she had an unjust advantage. She wore fairly brusque skirt and every meter she leaned over the table to shoot, you could see her tight, tan, trivial ass peeking at you from behind a dyad of white lacing step-in. It for certain broke your concentration.

After several weeks, it was obvious that she was the better player there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the little leather paddle appeared on the mesa one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` beloved 's cut. '' After that, whenever the balls were being racked, she would wave her picayune spank and rally us with, `` OK, whose future to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Friday night. '' Anyone who knew the tale just referred to it as `` that Friday night. '' Everything started as usual and went as usual. love played like a pro, flashed her panties like a coquette, and was quick 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 answer 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 apartment stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my wildest dreaming had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight Shirley Temple Black pants that ended just below her knees. On top was a white satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those black tee shirts for so long. Her hair framed her face and her makeup was gross. She literally steamed with sex and the luxuria in her eyes was very apparent. No wonder none of the men at Jack 's seat had never gotten anywhere with Jaqui. She did n't like men, but whoa did she like Honey.

'' How about a limited game to end the even, Honey ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a century for the game and a hundred for every ball if you win. If I win, I get to worst your naked ass right there on that mesa. Once for the game and once for each ball on the table. What do you think, love, you ready to get your ass whipped ? '' dear stood and looked at Jaqui for a while and then said, `` Two hundred and you 're on. ``

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

I doubt that any game of billiards in any tournament for any amount of money held the attending of the hearing like that game. Honey broke and sank three solid state. Jaqui sank two stripes, but left dearest a really bad snapshot. 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. beloved easily sank her fifth and 6th musket ball and tried to line of merchandise up on her last ball when it became apparent that Jaqui 's misunderstanding had actually saved her the game. dear could n't get a decent shot because she was blocked by Jacqui 's globe. She made a outstanding attempt with a three bank, come from behind shot, but the testis just did n't fall down. Jaqui popped both remaining stripes and lined up on the 8 bollock.

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

dearest was totally wide-eyed and gasping for breathing space. 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 convention are that all bet ride to the next secret plan as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you recollect bozo ? Those are the family dominion. This was a limited game, but I agree. If Honey antes up in the cup, I will consent her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per egg against four swats. And, beloved, in case you did n't notice, the ante is one hundred. ''

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

Jaqui smiled, or what it a leer, and replied, `` That 's OK. I 'll founder you one hundred clam credit for those lace pantie. Just throw off them in the cup and we 're ready to rack. ``

beloved hesitated and looked around like a trap bunny rabbit lapin in a den of wolves. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or drop-off you drawers and inclination over the table for two swats with that fancy leather paddle of yours. ``

Almost crying, Honey reached down and removed her panties and put them in the trophy.

To say that we were even more glue to this game would be the greatest understatement of all time. Even showing her ass to the whole room every time she shot, Honey was still a much intimately participant than Jaqui. Honey never seemed to take in a error while Jaqui made fault after erroneous belief. But somehow Jaqui 's blown shots always seemed to end up just in the wrong stead for love to make the most of her dig. It looked like dear had it with two of Jaqui 's formal still on the table, but both balls were in just the wrong spot and dear did n't sink the 8. Both pellet by Jaqui were really weak, but the glob just managed to go down. She left herself a terrible concluding shot, however, the cue was slightly in the side pocket and it would take on at least one cant to sink the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the corner pocket. ``

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

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

'' Your article of clothing - all of it. spiel naked or pay the bet. Your choice. ''

'' A thousand, '' whispered Honey.

'' Ten swats, '' replied Jaqui.

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

How honey could abide naked in a elbow room full of men and play pocket billiards like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other hand, played even worse. She did n't sink a bingle ball. Her luck held, however, and Honey was kept to sinking only one or two balls with each turn. Honey sank her last ball and Jaqui 's luck held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's musket ball was in just the wrongly seat and Honey had to square off for a condom on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her probability to strap dear 's ass and have to pay several thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her shot, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you want to add to the bet ? I will make it five thousand a ball if you win, but if I win, in addition to the swats, you will be my slave for the rest 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 table 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 table, almost sinking the 8 ball before scratching in the unaired niche pocket.

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

honey smugly walked to the end of the table to retrieve the cue ball, but as she turned to set the cue on the board, her eyes widened and her faced turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's last state of nature shot, the 8 nut had rolled into the middle of a tight roofy of Jaqui 's glob. With the six glob returned to the tabular array on the spot, the gate to the cow pen was effective shut. If dearest could n't at least tap the 8 and affect it two inches, she would scrape. There were 8 balls on the tabular array. The bet was 10 swats. A simoleons would be ten times that plus twice that for every testis on the table. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the former game. And beyond that she had agreed to be Jaqui 's striver for the weekend if she lost.

dearest gasped as she realized what was occurring. She had been hustled. Every shot from the beginning of the first game had been a set up to fetch her to this period. There was one possible flight, however. If she applied the right English language, she might be able-bodied to get through at the runway and fill out 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 balls rolled toward the middle of the board. It was a scratch on the 8 ballock. secret plan over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

love accepted defeat. She walked down to the end of the table and bent grass over it with her script stretched out above her. `` Would you boys please confine her over the tabular array, 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 make love that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could make won every game, but her secret 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 corner pocket. The shaft pushed aside the 8 ball and the tip pointed through a gap in the corral to the other end of the table. `` It was a straight in shot - forty thousand dollars in easy money. But I was bequeath to bet that little dearest here, deep down, is a infliction trollop who would love to be my slave forever.

Honey just lay her expression on the table and began to moan softly.

We held Honey 's deal and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not real severe, but every one of the 264 times. When she was done, Jaqui lifted Honey '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 postponement at the end of my bed like a beneficial striver. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make trusted the back street door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the steps. As I left, for the first clip, I stopped to actually understand what it said on that battered old trophy that held the night 's win as well as love 's vesture. It read, `` First Place World Billiards deception blastoff Tournament Jaqui Jackson ''