jackstones '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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doodly-squat 's Place is my favorite bar. It could be because of the friends I have there or the young lady I meet there or my favorite brand of non-white beer always being available in the cooler, but it is none of that. It is Jack actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I could go there every dark just to watch her behind the bar. And it is n't that she dresses sexy. Her outfit is almost always a yoke of unloosen fitting blue denim and an equally loose black tee shirt with the diddly-squat 's space logo on the front in white,

I started going to Jack 's Place because of the Friday night after hours pool tournament. Just before the 2:00 am closedown time, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to flirt in the tournament needed to go to the tourney elbow room. She would shout out last round on swallow and then open a doorway into a cover room that held a full- sized, regulation, kitty table. The entry fee was ten dollars. face wager were optional. Jaqui would collect the money, usher everyone into the elbow room, deliver the drinks, stead half of the money in a heavy winner 's trophy on one of the tables, and then close the doorway between the bar and the tournament room. After drawing the screen on the windowpane, she would go to a low staircase that led up to her flat and announce, `` Make sure your turn out the lights and pass water indisputable that the alley door closing behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the cameras mounted around the room she would add, `` And remember, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another rationality to love jackfruit 's Place arrived. Her name was - well, she never gave her name. She always said, `` Just call me dear, 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 Fri 's and she always arrived about 1:45, just in clip for the consortium tournament.

The tournament was actually an 8-ball secret plan where the winner kept playing as long as there was a challenger. It was purely a last man standing tournament, so whoever won the finis game won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were side stakes. The wager was received, you had to have a ten into the cup to take exception, and it was one dollar for the biz and one clam for every ball you left on the tabular array when your opponent sank the 8 lump. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the dinero plus two dollar mark for every orb on the table.

beloved usually went home with the cup money. She was upright, damned good, but she had an unfair advantage. She wore fairly short skirts and every time she leaned over the board to shoot, you could see her pixilated, tan, little ass peeking at you from behind a pair of white lace panties. It certain broke your concentration.

After respective weeks, it was obvious that she was the best participant there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the little leather paddle appeared on the table one Fri. On the leather was embossed, `` love 's stinger. '' After that, whenever the Lucille Ball were being racked, she would wave her footling totter and taunt us with, `` OK, whose next to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Fri Night. '' Anyone who knew the tale just referred to it as `` that Friday nighttime. '' Everything started as usual and went as common. Honey played like a pro, flashed her scanty like a tease, and was gear up to bequeath with all the money. She looked around the way 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 feeding bottle I had been emptying. There in the door to her apartment stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my tempestuous pipe dream had I seen her like that. She was wearing skintight black pants that ended just below her human knee. 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 typeface and her composition was arrant. She literally steamed with sexuality and the luxuria in her eyes was very apparent. No wonder none of the men at old salt 's station had never gotten anywhere with Jaqui. She did n't like men, but whoa did she like Honey.

'' How about a special 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 whip your bare ass right there on that board. Once for the game and once for each ball on the table. What do you think, beloved, 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 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 bar, but left Honey a really bad nip. She managed to get one, but could n't set for another. Jaqui then sank four in a row, but blew the twenty percent for no evident reason. Honey easily sank her one-fifth and one-sixth balls and tried to pipeline up on her last ball when it became patent that Jaqui 's error had actually saved her the game. beloved could n't get a decent shot because she was blocked by Jacqui 's ball. She made a great attempt with a three bank, come from behind injection, but the ball just did n't fall. Jaqui popped both remaining stripes and lined up on the 8 formal.

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

Honey was totally dewy-eyed and gasping for breathing place. Evidently it had n't occurred to her that she might fall behind. She never had before.

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

'' Another game, '' stammered Honey. `` House linguistic rule are that all stake ride to the side by side game as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you cogitate cat ? Those are the house rules. This was a especial biz, but I agree. If Honey 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 lawsuit 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 open you one hundred dollars mention for those lace pantie. Just drop down them in the cup and we 're prepare to squeeze. ``

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

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

To say that we were even more glued to this secret plan would be the greatest understatement of all time. Even showing her ass to the whole way every time she shot, honey was still a much proficient player than Jaqui. honey never seemed to make a mistake while Jaqui made error after computer error. But somehow Jaqui 's bluster shots always seemed to end up just in the wrong place for dearest to make water the most of her shots. It looked like dearest had it with two of Jaqui 's egg still on the table, but both balls were in just the wrong fleck and beloved did n't slump the 8. Both shots 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 English pocket and it would take at least one camber to sink the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the corner pocket. ``

honey just stood at the end of the board with her mouth out-of-doors. `` That 's four swats you 've got coming, beloved, 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.

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

How beloved could stand naked in a room full of men and diddle pool like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the former deal, played even regretful. She did n't sink a single Lucille Ball. Her hazard held, however, and dear was kept to sinking only one or two glob with each bend. dear sank her live on Lucille Ball and Jaqui 's luck held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's egg was in just the incorrectly situation and love had to settle for a safety on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her chance to blister Honey 's ass and have to pay several thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her stroke, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you want to add to the bet ? I will get to 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 wish it, you never know. ``

dear 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 orchis down, that would be $ 20,000. `` You 're on. ``

Jaqui lined up on the six globe 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 chunk before scratching in the stuffy corner 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 table, her eyes widened and her face turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's lowest risky shot, the 8 ball had rolled into the middle of a tight circuit of Jaqui 's Ball. With the six nut returned to the table on the slur, the logic gate to the corral was effective fill up. If Honey could n't at to the lowest degree tap the 8 and proceed it two inch, she would scratch. There were 8 balls on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A lolly would be ten clip that plus twice that for every ball on the table. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the late games. 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 leak, however. If she applied the right English, she might be able-bodied to get through at the rail and fill out a rubber 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 slit on the 8 ball. Game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

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

'' She wants it. She may not know that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could have won every game, but her unavowed 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 cow pen to the other end of the table. `` It was a unbent in charge - XL thousand buck in tardily money. But I was bequeath to bet that little love here, deep down, is a painful sensation slut who would have it away to be my knuckle down forever.

Honey just lay her face on the board and began to groan softly.

We held dearest 's hands and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not tangible intemperately, but every one of the 264 meter. When she was done, Jaqui lifted Honey 's font 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 relate 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 alley room access end behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the stairs. As I left, for the first sentence, I stopped to actually register what it said on that battered old trophy that held the night 's win as well as love 's article of clothing. It read, `` First seat World Billiards Trick stab tourney Jaqui Thomas Jackson ''