Jack 's space

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / pond

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Sometimes a friendly game of pool can be very revealing
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Jack 's situation is my favorite bar. It could be because of the booster I have there or the girls I meet there or my darling brand of dark beer always being uncommitted in the ice chest, but it is none of that. It is Jack actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful char I have ever seen. I could go there every night just to follow her behind the bar. And it is n't that she dresses sexy. Her outfit is almost always a pair of unloose fitting blue blue jean and an equally at large total darkness tee shirt with the Jack 's Place logo on the battlefront in egg white,

I started going to Jack 's Place because of the Fri night after hour pool tournament. Just before the 2:00 am ending clock time, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to play in the tournament needed to go to the tournament elbow room. She would call last round on drinking and then open a doorway into a back elbow room that held a full- sized, ordinance, pool tabular array. The entry fee was ten dollar bill. Side stakes were optional. Jaqui would collect the money, usher everyone into the way, give up the drinks, place one-half of the money in a large succeeder 's prize on one of the tables, and then close the doorway between the bar and the tournament room. After drawing the blinds on the windows, she would go to a small staircase that led up to her flat and announce, `` Make for certain your turn out the lights and work sure that the bowling alley threshold closing behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the camera mounted around the room she would add, `` And remember, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another ground to do it Jack 's post arrived. Her epithet was - well, she never gave her name. She always said, `` Just call me Honey, crusade I 'm the angelical 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 time for the syndicate tournament.

The tournament was actually an 8-ball secret plan where the winner kept playing as long as there was a contender. It was purely a last man standing tournament, so whoever won the last-place game won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were incline bets. The bet was stock, you had to confound a ten into the cup to gainsay, and it was one dollar for the plot and one dollar for every ball you left on the mesa when your opposition sank the 8 ballock. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the scratch plus two dollars for every ball on the table.

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

After several week, it was obvious that she was the best role player there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the trivial leather boat paddle appeared on the table one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` Honey 's Stinger. '' After that, whenever the ballock were being racked, she would brandish her little paddle and cod us with, `` OK, whose next to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Friday night. '' Anyone who knew the narrative just referred to it as `` that Friday night. '' Everything started as common and went as common. beloved played like a pro, flashed her panties like a vamp, and was set 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 solution from behind me.

I turned around and almost bit the neck opening off the beer bottle I had been emptying. There in the threshold to her apartment stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my uncivilised dreams had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight contraband knickers that ended just below her stifle. On top was a white satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those Shirley Temple tee shirts for so long. Her tomentum framed her boldness and her composition was perfect. She literally steamed with sexuality and the lust in her eyes was very evident. No curiosity none of the men at Jack 's Place 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 eventide, dearest ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a C for the game and a hundred for every testis if you win. If I win, I get to whip your defenseless ass right there on that board. Once for the game and once for each ball on the mesa. 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 amount of money held the attention of the audience like that game. Honey broke and sank three solidness. 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 twenty percent for no patent understanding. Honey easily sank her one-fifth and one-sixth balls and tried to line up on her last egg when it became apparent that Jaqui 's misapprehension had actually saved her the game. Honey could n't get a nice shot because she was blocked by Jacqui 's ball. She made a nifty attempt with a three depository financial institution, come from behind injection, but the Ball just did n't decrease. Jaqui popped both remaining chevron and lined up on the 8 glob.

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

dearest was totally childlike 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, beloved ? ``

'' Another secret plan, '' stammered dearest. `` household rules are that all bets ride to the succeeding game as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you think guys ? Those are the house regulation. This was a special game, but I agree. If Honey antes up in the cup, I will go for her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per ball against four swats. And, dear, in case you did n't poster, the ante is one hundred. ''

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

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

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

Almost crying, dearest 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 clip. Even showing her ass to the unhurt room every time she shot, beloved was still a much ripe actor than Jaqui. Honey never seemed to pretend a mistake while Jaqui made fault after mistake. But somehow Jaqui 's blown shots always seemed to end up just in the improper place for Honey to produce the most of her shots. It looked like dearest had it with two of Jaqui 's formal still on the table, but both balls were in just the wrong spot and beloved did n't slide down the 8. Both shots by Jaqui were really rickety, but the testis just managed to go down. She left herself a terrible net shaft, however, the cue was slightly in the slope pocket and it would admit at to the lowest degree one banking concern to sink the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the street corner air hole. ``

honey just stood at the end of the board with her mouth open. `` That 's four swats you 've got number, love, unless you want to ante up for another plot. ``

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

'' Your clothing - all of it. take on nude or pay the bet. Your selection. ''

'' A one thousand, '' whispered Honey.

'' Ten swats, '' replied Jaqui.

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

How honey could stand naked in a room good of men and play pool like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other helping hand, played even worse. She did n't sink a single ball. Her luck held, however, and dearest was kept to sinking only one or two formal with each turn. Honey sank her last ball and Jaqui 's destiny held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's orb was in just the wrong station and Honey had to settle for a rubber on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to leave out her hazard to whip beloved 's ass and have to pay several thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her shot, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you desire to add to the bet ? I will pretend 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 tabular array with the way that she had been playing. Even if she sank 4 Ball before love got the 8 ball down, that would be $ 20,000. `` You 're on. ``

Jaqui lined up on the six orb and blasted it way too hard. It went down, but the cue came all the way back to the early end of the table, almost sinking the 8 ball before scratching in the close quoin pocket.

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

beloved smugly walked to the end of the table to recover the cue globe, but as she turned to set the cue on the table, her eyes widened and her faced turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's close wild shooting, the 8 ball had rolled into the middle of a tight lap of Jaqui 's balls. With the six ball returned to the tabular array on the place, the gate to the cattle pen was effective closed. If Honey could n't at least tap the 8 and move it two inches, she would grave. There were 8 balls on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A slit would be ten prison term that plus twice that for every Lucille Ball on the table. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the former 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 work her to this point. There was one possible escape, however. If she applied the right hand English, she might be able 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 wide enough and one of Jaqui 's balls rolled toward the center of the table. It was a abrasion on the 8 orb. game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

honey 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 sustain her over the table, 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 have won every biz, 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 sac. The shaft pushed aside the 8 ball and the tip pointed through a gap in the corral to the other end of the tabular array. `` It was a heterosexual in guess - forty thousand dollar bill in well-situated money. But I was willing to bet that little love here, deep down, is a painful sensation slut who would love to be my slave forever.

Honey just lay her typeface on the mesa and began to groan softly.

We held Honey 's bridge player and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not real strong, but every one of the 264 times. When she was done, Jaqui lifted Honey 's face up toward hers and said, `` I want to observe 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 full hard worker. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make for certain the alley door finish behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the stairs. As I left, for the firstly clock time, I stopped to actually show what it said on that battered old trophy that held the dark 's winnings as well as Honey 's clothing. It read, `` First blank space World Billiards Trick gibe Tournament Jaqui Jesse Louis Jackson ''