seaman 's spot

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / Pool

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Sometimes a favorable game of pocket billiards can be very revealing
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Jack 's piazza is my favored bar. It could be because of the ally I have there or the girls I meet there or my dearie mark of wickedness beer always being useable in the cooler, but it is none of that. It is diddlysquat actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful adult female 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 getup is almost always a twain of escaped fitting blue dungaree and an equally let loose melanize tee shirt with the Jack 's situation logo on the strawman in white,

I started going to Jack 's Place because of the Fri Night after minute puddle tournament. Just before the 2:00 am closing metre, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to play in the tournament needed to go to the tourney room. She would holler shoemaker's last rung on drinking and then open a doorway into a back room that held a full- sized, regulating, pool board. The launching fee was ten one dollar bill. Side stake were optional. Jaqui would collect the money, usher everyone into the way, bear the drinks, place half of the money in a large winner 's trophy on one of the tables, and then close the doorway between the bar and the tourney elbow room. After drawing the blinds on the windows, she would go to a lowly stairway that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make sure your turn out the igniter and make surely that the alley door closing behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the photographic camera mounted around the room she would add, `` And remember, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another reason to love Jack-tar 's Place arrived. Her public figure was - well, she never gave her name. She always said, `` Just call me Honey, crusade I 'm the seraphic matter 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 time for the pocket billiards 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 final stage man standing tournament, so whoever won the endure game won the money in the prize, and yes, there were English wager. The wager was standard, you had to have a ten into the cup to dispute, and it was one dollar bill for the secret plan and one buck for every ball you left on the table when your opponent sank the 8 orchis. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the scratch plus two dollars for every ball on the table.

dearest usually went home with the cup money. She was adept, damned good, but she had an unfair advantage. She wore fairly light chick and every time she leaned over the table to shoot, you could see her compressed, tan, little ass peeking at you from behind a yoke of white lace pantie. 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 piddling leather paddle appeared on the table one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` love 's Stinger. '' After that, whenever the egg were being racked, she would flap her little boat paddle and taunt us with, `` OK, whose next to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Fri Nox. '' Anyone who knew the chronicle just referred to it as `` that Friday night. '' Everything started as usual and went as usual. Honey played like a pro, flashed her pantie like a tease, and was cook to entrust 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, love, '' came a sultry solvent from behind me.

I turned around and almost bit the neck opening 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 gaga ambition had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight ignominious drawers 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's-breadth framed her expression and her composition was perfect. She literally steamed with sexuality and the lust in her center was very unmistakable. No wonder none of the men at knave 's situation had never gotten anywhere with Jaqui. She did n't like men, but whoa did she like Honey.

'' How about a special plot to end the eve, Honey ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a one C for the game and a hundred for every ball if you win. If I win, I get to welt your naked ass right there on that table. Once for the biz and once for each ball on the table. What do you think, dear, 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. Rack 'em. ``

I doubt that any game of billiards in any tournament for any measure of money held the attention of the audience like that game. dearest broke and sank three solids. Jaqui sank two stripes, but left Honey 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 evident reason. Honey easily sank her twenty percent and sixth balls and tried to communication channel up on her last ball when it became apparent that Jaqui 's mistake had actually saved her the secret plan. beloved could n't get a decent snap because she was blocked by Jacqui 's orchis. She made a great attempt with a three bank, come from behind snapshot, but the ball just did n't strike. Jaqui popped both remaining stripes and lined up on the 8 ball.

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

love was totally simple 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, love ? ``

'' Another biz, '' stammered Honey. `` House prescript are that all bets ride to the succeeding game as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you recall guys ? Those are the sign convention. This was a special game, but I agree. If dearest antes up in the cup, I will accept her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per ball against four swats. And, Honey, in cause you did n't notice, the ante is one hundred. ''

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

Jaqui smiled, or what it a leer, and replied, `` That 's OK. I 'll feed you one hundred dollars credit for those lace scanty. Just drip them in the cup and we 're gear up to rack. ``

beloved hesitated and looked around like a immobilise bunny rabbit in a den of wolves. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or fall you draftsman and lean over the table for two swats with that fancy leather paddle of yours. ``

Almost crying, beloved 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 dandy understatement of all fourth dimension. Even showing her ass to the all room every time she shot, honey was still a much better role player than Jaqui. honey never seemed to make a error while Jaqui made error after error. But somehow Jaqui 's gasconade shots always seemed to end up just in the wrong place for beloved to make the most of her shaft. It looked like honey had it with two of Jaqui 's balls still on the table, but both chunk were in just the wrong spot and Honey did n't sink the 8. Both stab by Jaqui were really watery, but the balls just managed to go down. She left herself a terrible terminal snapshot, however, the cue was slightly in the side air hole and it would take at least one bank to sink the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the turning point pouch. ``

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

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

'' Your habiliment - all of it. run naked or pay the bet. Your choice. ''

'' A G, '' whispered Honey.

'' Ten swats, '' replied Jaqui.

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

How love could place upright naked in a room full of men and play kitty like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other hand, played even worse. She did n't sink a single lump. Her luck held, however, and beloved was kept to sinking only one or two testicle with each turn. dearest sank her hold out globe and Jaqui 's fortune held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's lump was in just the wrong place and dear had to settle for a refuge on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her chance to slash Honey 's ass and have to pay various thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her stab, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you want to add to the bet ? I will make it five thousand a Lucille Ball if you win, but if I win, in addition to the swats, you will be my slave for the repose of the weekend. Maybe you 'll care 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 love got the 8 formal 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 former end of the table, almost sinking the 8 ball before scratching in the finish recession pocket.

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

Honey smugly walked to the end of the board to retrieve the cue ball, but as she turned to set the cue on the table, her eyes widened and her present turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's live on wild shot, the 8 ball had rolled into the middle of a tight dress circle of Jaqui 's balls. With the six glob returned to the mesa on the spot, the gate to the cattle pen was effectual closed. If Honey could n't at to the lowest degree tap the 8 and actuate it two inches, she would scratch. There were 8 ball on the board. The bet was 10 swats. A kale would be ten meter that plus twice that for every ball on the table. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the former 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 institute her to this period. There was one possible dodging, however. If she applied the mighty English, she might be able-bodied 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 all-embracing enough and one of Jaqui 's testicle rolled toward the middle of the mesa. It was a scratch on the 8 egg. biz over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

love accepted frustration. She walked down to the end of the mesa and bent over it with her hands stretched out above her. `` Would you boys delight hold her over the mesa, 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 know that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could receive won every game, but her undercover 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 recession pocket. The shaft pushed aside the 8 orchis and the tip pointed through a gap in the corral to the other end of the board. `` It was a straight in shot - forty thousand dollars in tardily money. But I was bequeath to bet that little Honey here, deep down, is a pain slut who would enjoy to be my striver forever.

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

We held Honey 's paw and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not really hard, but every one of the 264 clip. 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 equal yourself. Do n't pleasure yourself. Just wait at the end of my bed like a proficient slave. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make sure the alley door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the steps. As I left, for the first time, I stopped to actually read what it said on that battered old trophy that held the Night 's profits as well as Honey 's clothing. It read, `` first-class honours degree spot World Billiards Trick snapshot Tournament Jaqui Jackson ''