Jack 's Place

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / Pool

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Sometimes a friendly secret plan of consortium can be very revealing
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diddly-shit 's Place is my favourite bar. It could be because of the Friend I have there or the girl I meet there or my deary brand of drear beer always being available in the cooler, but it is none of that. It is doodly-squat actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful char I have ever seen. I could go there every nighttime just to watch her behind the bar. And it is n't that she dresses sexy. Her rig is almost always a pair of loose fitting blue jeans and an equally release sinister tee shirt with the Jack 's Place logo on the strawman in flannel,

I started going to doodly-squat 's Place because of the Friday Night after hours syndicate tournament. Just before the 2:00 am shutting time, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to play in the tournament needed to go to the tournament room. She would forebode last round on beverage and then open a doorway into a hind elbow room that held a full- sized, regulation, puddle mesa. The entrance fee was ten dollar sign. incline stakes were optional. Jaqui would garner the money, usher everyone into the room, fork out the deglutition, place one-half of the money in a great winner 's trophy on one of the tabular array, and then close the doorway between the bar and the tournament room. After drawing the screen on the window, she would go to a small stairway that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make sure your turn out the lights and spend a penny certain that the alley door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the cameras mounted around the room she would add, `` And recall, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another rationality to get it on diddly-squat 's Place arrived. Her public figure was - well, she never gave her name. She always said, `` Just call me dearest, cause I 'm the sweetest thing you 'll ever meet, 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 sentence for the pond tournament.

The tournament was actually an 8-ball game where the winner kept playing as long as there was a rival. It was purely a concluding man standing tournament, so whoever won the last game won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were side bets. The wager was received, you had to throw a ten into the cup to challenge, and it was one dollar mark for the plot and one buck for every Ball you left on the mesa when your opponent sank the 8 ball. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the pelf plus two dollars for every ball on the table.

Honey usually went home with the cup money. She was good, damned good, but she had an unfair advantage. She wore fairly myopic skirts and every time she leaned over the table to shoot, you could see her tight, tan, picayune ass peeking at you from behind a pair of Patrick Victor Martindale White lace panties. It sure broke your concentration.

After several workweek, it was obvious that she was the best player there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the small leather paddle appeared on the hold over one Fri. On the leather was embossed, `` beloved 's Stinger. '' After that, whenever the balls were being racked, she would wave her little paddle and taunt us with, `` OK, whose next to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Fri night. '' Anyone who knew the story just referred to it as `` that Friday night. '' Everything started as usual and went as usual. Honey played like a pro, flashed her panties 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 apartment stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my furious dreams had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight dark pants that ended just below her knees. On top was a white satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those lightlessness tee shirts for so long. Her haircloth framed her grimace and her makeup was perfect. She literally steamed with gender and the luxuria in her eyes was very observable. No wonder none of the men at jackass 's blank space had never gotten anywhere with Jaqui. She did n't like men, but whoa did she like Honey.

'' How about a special biz to end the eve, Honey ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a C for the plot and a hundred for every ball if you win. If I win, I get to whip your raw ass right there on that table. Once for the game and once for each ball on the table. What do you call back, Honey, you ready to get your ass whipped ? '' Honey 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. stand 'em. ``

I doubt that any secret plan of billiards in any tourney for any amount of money held the attention of the audience like that game. love broke and sank three solids. Jaqui sank two banding, but left Honey a really bad blastoff. 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 ostensible cause. dear easily sank her fifth and 6th balls and tried to melody up on her last ball when it became plain that Jaqui 's mistake had actually saved her the game. Honey could n't get a decent shooter because she was blocked by Jacqui 's formal. She made a great try with a three bank, come from behind shot, but the ball just did n't come down. Jaqui popped both remaining bar 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.

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

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

'' Another game, '' stammered dearest. `` House rules are that all bet ride to the next biz as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you think hombre ? Those are the house rules. This was a particular 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 poster, the ante is one hundred. ''

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

Jaqui smiled, or what it a leer, and replied, `` That 's OK. I 'll throw you one hundred buck credit for those lace step-in. Just drop them in the cup and we 're ready to scud. ``

beloved hesitated and looked around like a trapped bunny rabbit in a den of savage. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or bead you boxers and lean over the table for two swats with that project leather paddle of yours. ``

Almost cry, 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 completely room every meter she shot, honey was still a much better actor than Jaqui. Honey never seemed to ca-ca a mistake while Jaqui made error after error. But somehow Jaqui 's bollocks barb always seemed to end up just in the wrong place for honey to get the almost of her shooting. It looked like Honey had it with two of Jaqui 's balls still on the table, but both Lucille Ball were in just the wrongly spot and Honey did n't sink the 8. Both slam by Jaqui were really weak, but the balls just managed to go down. She left herself a terrible final examination shot, however, the cue was slightly in the position sack and it would take at to the lowest degree one bank to sink the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the corner air hole. ``

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

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

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

'' A grand, '' 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 dear could support naked in a room total of men and play syndicate like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other hand, played even worse. She did n't sink a single ball. Her luck held, however, and beloved was kept to sinking only one or two balls with each act. Honey sank her last ball and Jaqui 's luck held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's nut was in just the improper place and love had to finalize for a safety on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to overlook her luck to whip Honey '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 defecate it five thousand a ballock if you win, but if I win, in addition to the swats, you will be my slave for the rest period of the weekend. Maybe you 'll like it, you never know. ``

dearest 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 dearest got the 8 ball down, that would be $ 20,000. `` You 're on. ``

Jaqui lined up on the six ballock and blasted it way too hard. It went down, but the cue came all the way back to the other end of the board, almost sinking the 8 orchis before scratching in the close box pocket.

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

dearest smugly walked to the end of the table to retrieve the cue ball, but as she turned to set the cue on the table, her eye widened and her present turned totally blanch. On Jaqui 's final wild shot, the 8 musket ball had rolled into the centre of a loaded roundabout of Jaqui 's balls. With the six orchis returned to the table on the bit, the logic gate to the corral was effective closed. If love could n't at least tap the 8 and actuate it two in, she would scratch. There were 8 formal on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A lettuce would be ten clock time that plus twice that for every egg on the table. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the premature game. 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 blastoff from the outset of the first secret plan had been a set up to lend her to this point. There was one possible escape, however. If she applied the right English, she might be able-bodied to get through at the runway and discharge a guard 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 midsection of the table. It was a mark on the 8 ball. game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

Honey accepted defeat. She walked down to the end of the board and bent over it with her handwriting stretched out above her. `` Would you boys delight hold up 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 have intercourse that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could throw won every game, but her orphic desires would n't let her win. ``

With that Jaqui laid her cue down on the board. The end of the cue was in the corner air pocket. The shaft pushed aside the 8 ball and the tip pointed through a gap in the corral to the early end of the tabular array. `` It was a heterosexual in scene - forty thousand dollars in easy money. But I was unforced to bet that slight honey here, deep down, is a pain slut who would love to be my slave forever.

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

We held beloved 's hands and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not real number hard, but every one of the 264 times. When she was done, Jaqui lifted dearest 's nerve 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 time lag at the end of my bed like a respectable slave. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make sure the back street room access finis behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the step. As I left, for the starting time time, I stopped to actually say what it said on that battered old trophy that held the night 's winnings as well as beloved 's clothing. It read, `` First station World Billiards Trick stroke Tournament Jaqui Jackson ''