Jack 's Place

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / consortium

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Sometimes a friendly biz of pool can be very revealing
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Jack 's Place is my pet bar. It could be because of the friends I have there or the daughter I meet there or my favorite brand of dark beer always being useable in the cooler, but it is none of that. It is seafarer actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful cleaning woman I have ever seen. I could go there every night just to check her behind the bar. And it is n't that she dresses sexy. Her turnout is almost always a pair of at large fitting blue jeans and an equally loose black tee shirt with the seaman 's blank space logo on the presence in white,

I started going to Jack 's station because of the Fri Nox after hours pool tourney. Just before the 2:00 am end time, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to wager in the tourney needed to go to the tournament way. She would call last round on drinks and then open a door into a back way that held a full- sized, regulation, puddle table. The entry fee was ten buck. side bet were optional. Jaqui would collect the money, usher everyone into the way, deliver the boozing, place one-half of the money in a large success 's trophy on one of the tables, and then close the doorway between the bar and the tourney room. After drawing the blinds on the Windows, she would go to a low stairway that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make sure your turn of events out the lights and make sure that the skittle alley door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the camera mounted around the elbow room she would add, `` And remember, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another reason to have a go at it Jack 's seat arrived. Her name was - well, she never gave her epithet. She always said, `` Just shout out me Honey, cause I 'm the sweetest thing you 'll ever cope with, 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 plot where the succeeder kept playing as long as there was a competition. It was purely a last man standing tournament, so whoever won the last secret plan won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were face stakes. The wager was standard, you had to throw a ten into the cup to challenge, and it was one dollar for the biz and one dollar mark for every ball you left on the board when your opposition sank the 8 ball. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the excoriation plus two dollar mark for every ball on the table.

Honey usually went habitation with the cup money. She was estimable, damned good, but she had an unfair advantage. She wore fairly unawares skirts and every time she leaned over the mesa to shoot, you could see her blind drunk, tan, niggling ass peeking at you from behind a yoke of Edward White lacing step-in. It sure broke your concentration.

After several weeks, it was obvious that she was the best player there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the slight leather paddle appeared on the table one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` beloved 's Stinger. '' After that, whenever the balls were being racked, she would wave her little dabble and razz us with, `` OK, whose succeeding 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 step-in like a flirt, and was ready to pass on 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 solution from behind me.

I turned around and almost bit the neck off the beer feeding bottle I had been emptying. There in the threshold to her apartment stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my wildest dream had I seen her like that. She was wearing skintight black pants that ended just below her genu. 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 aspect and her makeup was perfect. She literally steamed with sexuality and the lust in her oculus was very manifest. No wonder none of the men at Jack 's station 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 secret plan and a hundred for every testis if you win. If I win, I get to whip your naked ass right there on that board. Once for the game and once for each orb on the table. What do you guess, love, you ready to get your ass whipped ? '' honey stood and looked at Jaqui for a spell and then said, `` Two hundred and you 're on. ``

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

I doubt that any secret plan of billiards in any tournament for any sum of money held the attending of the interview like that secret plan. Honey broke and sank three solid state. Jaqui sank two stripes, but left dearest a really bad shot. 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 manifest reason. honey easily sank her fifth and sixth orchis and tried to line of business up on her lastly ball when it became patent that Jaqui 's mistake had actually saved her the game. dearest could n't get a decent gibe because she was blocked by Jacqui 's ball. She made a groovy attempt with a three bank, come from behind shot, but the ball just did n't fall. Jaqui popped both remaining stripes and lined up on the 8 musket ball.

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

dearest was totally wide and gasping for breathing time. 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 plot, '' stammered dear. `` House principle are that all bets ride to the next game as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you cogitate guys ? Those are the house principle. This was a exceptional plot, but I agree. If honey antes up in the cup, I will take her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per ball against four swats. And, Honey, in case you did n't notice, the ante is one 100. ''

'' I do n't have that form of money on me, '' moaned Honey.

Jaqui smiled, or what it a leer, and replied, `` That 's OK. I 'll give you one hundred dollar credit for those lace up scanty. Just drop them in the cup and we 're ready to torture. ``

honey hesitated and looked around like a trapped bunny lapin in a den of wolves. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or cliff you drawers and leaning over the table for two swats with that illusion 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 glued to this game would be the corking understatement of all time. Even showing her ass to the whole way every time she shot, Honey was still a much substantially role player than Jaqui. dearest never seemed to make a misapprehension while Jaqui made computer error after error. But somehow Jaqui 's blown shots always seemed to end up just in the untimely berth for honey to produce the nigh of her gibe. It looked like beloved had it with two of Jaqui 's chunk still on the board, but both glob were in just the wrong maculation and dear did n't sink the 8. Both shots by Jaqui were really sapless, but the balls just managed to go down. She left herself a terrible final shot, however, the cue was slightly in the side of meat pocket and it would lead at least one bank to lapse the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the recession pocket. ``

honey just stood at the end of the tabular array with her mouthpiece open. `` That 's four swats you 've got coming, love, unless you want to ante up for another secret plan. ``

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

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

'' A thousand, '' whispered Honey.

'' Ten swats, '' replied Jaqui.

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

How Honey could endure naked in a room wax of men and spiel pool like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other manus, played even risky. She did n't sink a single ball. Her destiny held, however, and Honey was kept to sinking only one or two balls with each number. dearest sank her last ball and Jaqui 's luck held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's clump was in just the wrong place and honey had to settle for a safety on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her chance to flog honey 's ass and have to pay various thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her shot, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you need to add to the bet ? I will make it five thousand a testis 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 mesa with the way that she had been playing. Even if she sank 4 balls before beloved got the 8 ball 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 early end of the mesa, almost sinking the 8 ball before scratching in the confining corner pocket.

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

love smugly walked to the end of the table to recall the cue ball, but as she turned to set the cue on the table, her eyes widened and her faced turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's last wild jibe, the 8 clod had rolled into the middle of a tight dress circle of Jaqui 's balls. With the six ball returned to the board on the spot, the gate to the cow pen was effective close. If love could n't at least tap the 8 and go it two in, she would cancel. There were 8 balls on the board. The bet was 10 swats. A scratch would be ten metre 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.

honey 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 bring her to this point. There was one possible safety valve, however. If she applied the right English, she might be capable to get through at the rail and complete a safety on the 8. She called it and carefully lined it up, but the gap was n't quite full enough and one of Jaqui 's testicle rolled toward the midsection of the table. It was a start on the 8 ball. Game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

dearest accepted defeat. She walked down to the end of the table and set over it with her hands 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 enough what to do.

'' She wants it. She may not know that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could cause 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 nook sack. 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 direct in take - forty thousand dollars in gentle money. But I was uncoerced to bet that little Honey here, deep down, is a pain slut who would love to be my striver forever.

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

We held Honey 's hands and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not real punishing, but every one of the 264 metre. When she was done, Jaqui lifted love 's face up toward hers and said, `` I want to witness 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 wait at the end of my bed like a good slave. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make sure the back street door ending behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the stairs. As I left, for the first time, I stopped to actually record what it said on that battered old trophy that held the nighttime 's winnings as well as beloved 's clothing. It read, `` starting time plaza World Billiards put-on nip Tournament Jaqui Jackson ''