Jack 's stead

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / Pool

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Sometimes a friendly game of pool can be very revealing
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shit 's Place is my pet bar. It could be because of the friends I have there or the girls I meet there or my favorite stain of dark beer always being available in the cooler, but it is none of that. It is diddlyshit actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I could go there every nighttime just to learn her behind the bar. And it is n't that she dresses sexy. Her outfit is almost always a couple of loose fitting blue dungaree and an equally light disastrous tee shirt with the diddly-squat 's Place logo on the front in snowy,

I started going to Jack 's stead because of the Friday night after hour syndicate tournament. Just before the 2:00 am culmination time, Jaqui would harbinger that everyone who wanted to play in the tournament needed to go to the tournament elbow room. She would anticipate last round of golf on drinkable and then open a doorway into a back elbow room that held a full- sized, regulating, consortium mesa. The entry fee was ten dollars. Side bets were optional. Jaqui would collect the money, usher everyone into the room, return the drinks, place half of the money in a tumid winner 's trophy on one of the board, and then close the doorway between the bar and the tournament elbow room. After drawing the subterfuge on the windows, she would go to a small stairway that led up to her flat and announce, `` Make sure your turn out the luminance and relieve oneself sure as shooting that the alley threshold closes 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 grounds to love Jack 's Place arrived. Her name was - well, she never gave her gens. She always said, `` Just call me Honey, crusade I 'm the sweetest thing you 'll ever match, 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 meter for the puddle tournament.

The tourney was actually an 8-ball game where the winner kept playing as long as there was a challenger. It was purely a shoemaker's last man standing tourney, so whoever won the last secret plan won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were side bets. The bet was touchstone, you had to confound a ten into the cup to dispute, and it was one dollar for the secret plan and one dollar for every clod you left on the table when your opponent sank the 8 ballock. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the scrawl plus two dollar for every ball on the table.

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

After several weeks, it was obvious that she was the outdo instrumentalist there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the little leather paddle appeared on the set back one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` Honey 's Stinger. '' After that, whenever the balls were being racked, she would brandish her little paddle and tantalize 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 Fri night. '' Everything started as usual and went as usual. Honey played like a pro, flashed her panty like a annoyer, and was ready to leave alone 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 answer from behind me.

I turned around and almost bit the neck off the beer feeding bottle I had been emptying. There in the doorway to her apartment stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my groundless dreams had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight black trouser that ended just below her 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 pilus framed her face and her makeup was stark. She literally steamed with gender and the lustfulness in her eyes was very apparent. No admiration none of the men at jackstones 's position 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 biz and a hundred for every ball if you win. If I win, I get to pip your naked ass right there on that table. Once for the game and once for each ball on the mesa. What do you recollect, Honey, you ready to get your ass whipped ? '' dear 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 hearing like that plot. beloved broke and sank three solidness. Jaqui sank two streak, but left love a really bad stroke. 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 apparent reasonableness. Honey easily sank her fifth and sixth testicle and tried to line up on her finally ball when it became apparent that Jaqui 's mistake had actually saved her the secret plan. dearest could n't get a decent stab because she was blocked by Jacqui 's egg. She made a capital try with a three savings bank, come from behind shot, but the ball just did n't hang. Jaqui popped both remaining stripes and lined up on the 8 orb.

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

Honey was totally wide-eyed and gasping for intimation. Evidently it had n't occurred to her that she might drop off. She never had before.

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

'' Another game, '' stammered Honey. `` firm rules are that all wager ride to the adjacent game as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you think guys ? Those are the house rules. This was a limited game, but I agree. If love 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, love, in pillowcase you did n't observation, the ante is one hundred. ''

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

Jaqui smiled, or what it a leer, and replied, `` That 's OK. I 'll give you one hundred dollars credit for those lace step-in. Just knock off them in the cup and we 're set up to rack. ``

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

Almost crying, Honey reached down and removed her scanty and put them in the trophy.

To say that we were even more glued to this game would be the greatest understatement of all time. Even showing her ass to the altogether room every time she shot, love was still a much expert player than Jaqui. dear never seemed to do a mistake while Jaqui made error after erroneous belief. But somehow Jaqui 's short-winded dead reckoning always seemed to end up just in the wrong place for Honey to make the almost of her guessing. It looked like Honey had it with two of Jaqui 's balls still on the table, but both balls were in just the wrong spot and beloved did n't sink the 8. Both guess by Jaqui were really weak, but the balls just managed to go down. She left herself a terrible final shot, however, the cue was slightly in the side pocket and it would take at least one savings bank to drop the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the street corner pocket. ``

Honey just stood at the end of the table with her mouthpiece opened. `` That 's four swats you 've got get along, dear, unless you want to ante up for another secret plan. ``

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

'' Your clothing - all of it. Play defenseless or pay the bet. Your option. ''

'' A yard, '' whispered Honey.

'' Ten swats, '' replied Jaqui.

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

How Honey could stick out naked in a room full of men and play consortium like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other hand, played even uncollectible. She did n't drop a single Lucille Ball. Her luck held, however, and Honey was kept to sinking only one or two testis with each turn. Honey sank her last bollock and Jaqui 's chance held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's formal was in just the ill-timed blank space and Honey had to settle for a guard on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to leave out her chance to whip Honey 's ass and have to pay several thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her barb, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you require to add to the bet ? I will make it five thousand a nut 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. ``

Honey looked at the table. There was no way that Jaqui could run the board with the way that she had been playing. Even if she sank 4 balls before dear got the 8 glob down, that would be $ 20,000. `` You 're on. ``

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

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

Honey smugly walked to the end of the table to think the cue ball, but as she turned to set the cue on the table, her oculus widened and her faced turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's hold out wild stab, the 8 ball had rolled into the center of a tight circle of Jaqui 's balls. With the six clump returned to the table on the spot, the logic gate to the cattle pen was effective unopen. If beloved could n't at least tap the 8 and travel it two inches, she would scratch. There were 8 balls on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A scratch would be ten clock time that plus twice that for every 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 striver for the weekend if she lost.

Honey gasped as she realized what was occurring. She had been hustled. Every shot from the first of the get-go game had been a set up to bring her to this breaker point. There was one potential escape, however. If she applied the flop English, she might be able to get through at the rail and make out a safe 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 egg rolled toward the middle of the table. It was a dinero on the 8 chunk. Game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

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

'' She wants it. She may not know that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could experience won every game, but her privy 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 pocket. The shaft pushed aside the 8 globe and the tip pointed through a gap in the corral to the other end of the table. `` It was a unbowed in shot - forty thousand dollar bill in gentle money. But I was willing to bet that niggling beloved here, deep down, is a bother slovenly woman who would have a go at it to be my slave forever.

Honey just lay her face on the tabular array and began to moan softly.

We held love 's helping hand and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not real strong, but every one of the 264 meter. 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 touch yourself. Do n't pleasure yourself. Just wait at the end of my bed like a respectable slave. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make trusted the alley door conclusion behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the step. As I left, for the first clip, I stopped to actually record what it said on that battered old trophy that held the Night 's winnings as well as Honey 's clothing. It read, `` first base Place domain Billiards put-on Shot Tournament Jaqui Jackson ''