seaman 's Place

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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diddley 's Place is my favorite bar. It could be because of the supporter I have there or the girls I meet there or my best-loved marque of dark 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 women 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 outfit is almost always a pair of loose fitting blue angel dungaree and an equally loose black tee shirt with the Jack 's office logo on the front in white,

I started going to gob 's Place because of the Friday night after hr pool tournament. Just before the 2:00 am completion time, Jaqui would denote that everyone who wanted to toy in the tournament needed to go to the tourney room. She would bid finis one shot on swallow and then open up a door into a back room that held a full- sized, regulation, pond table. The entree fee was ten dollar mark. position bets were optional. Jaqui would gather the money, usher everyone into the room, deliver the deglutition, place one-half of the money in a magnanimous achiever 's trophy on one of the table, and then close the doorway between the bar and the tourney room. After drawing the blinds on the Windows, she would go to a small stairway that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make sure as shooting your bit out the twinkle and make surely that the alleyway door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the cameras mounted around the room she would add, `` And commemorate, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another reason to love manual laborer 's blank space arrived. Her public figure was - well, she never gave her epithet. She always said, `` Just call me Honey, cause I 'm the sweetest thing you 'll ever suffer, 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 pool tournament.

The tournament was actually an 8-ball plot where the success kept playing as long as there was a challenger. It was purely a last man standing tournament, so whoever won the finally plot won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were side wager. The stake was standard, you had to flip a ten into the cup to challenge, and it was one clam for the secret plan and one dollar for every egg you left on the table when your opponent sank the 8 testicle. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the lucre plus two buck 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 short skirts and every time she leaned over the table to shoot, you could see her tight, tan, trivial ass peeking at you from behind a pair of blank lace panty. It for sure broke your concentration.

After several hebdomad, it was obvious that she was the substantially thespian there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the little leather paddle appeared on the mesa one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` dear 's Stinger. '' After that, whenever the globe were being racked, she would undulate her niggling larrup and razz us with, `` OK, whose adjacent to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Friday night. '' Anyone who knew the story just referred to it as `` that Fri night. '' Everything started as usual and went as usual. beloved played like a pro, flashed her step-in like a ribbing, and was gear up 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 answer from behind me.

I turned around and almost bit the neck opening off the beer bottle I had been emptying. There in the room access to her apartment stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my dotty ambition had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight black pants that ended just below her knees. On top was a Edward Douglas White Jr. satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those black tee shirts for so long. Her hair framed her face and her war paint was sodding. She literally steamed with sex and the lust in her eyes was very evident. No wonder none of the men at Jack-tar 's Place had never gotten anywhere with Jaqui. She did n't like men, but whoa did she like Honey.

'' How about a particular game to end the evening, Honey ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a one C for the biz and a hundred for every ballock if you win. If I win, I get to rack up your au naturel ass right there on that table. Once for the game and once for each ball on the tabular array. What do you think, honey, you ready to get your ass whipped ? '' dearest 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 biz of billiards in any tournament for any total of money held the attention of the audience like that plot. Honey broke and sank three solid state. Jaqui sank two stripes, but left dearest a really bad shot. 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 reason. love easily sank her one-fifth and 6th egg and tried to line up on her last bollock when it became apparent that Jaqui 's misunderstanding had actually saved her the plot. Honey could n't get a right shot because she was blocked by Jacqui 's globe. She made a gravid attempt with a three banking company, come from behind slam, but the ball just did n't come. Jaqui popped both remaining band and lined up on the 8 ball.

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

dearest was totally dewy-eyed and gasping for hint. Evidently it had n't occurred to her that she might recede. She never had before.

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

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

'' Hmm, what do you recall guys ? Those are the family pattern. This was a especial plot, 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, beloved, in showcase you did n't card, 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 give you one hundred dollars credit for those lace pantie. Just dangle them in the cup and we 're prepare to scud. ``

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

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

To say that we were even more paste to this secret plan would be the greatest understatement of all time. Even showing her ass to the totally room every time she shot, Honey was still a much good role player than Jaqui. Honey never seemed to defecate a mistake while Jaqui made computer error after error. But somehow Jaqui 's muck up guess always seemed to end up just in the wrong place for beloved to nominate the most of her pellet. It looked like beloved had it with two of Jaqui 's ballock still on the tabular array, but both ball were in just the wrong spot and dearest did n't sink the 8. Both guess by Jaqui were really watery, but the balls just managed to go down. She left herself a frightening final examination shot, however, the cue was slightly in the side pocket and it would demand at least one savings bank to pass the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the corner air hole. ``

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

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

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

'' A K, '' whispered Honey.

'' Ten swats, '' replied Jaqui.

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

How Honey could stomach naked in a room full of men and play pool like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other hired hand, played even risky. She did n't sink a single orchis. Her circumstances held, however, and Honey was kept to sinking only one or two clump with each turn. dearest sank her live on glob and Jaqui 's luck held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's lump was in just the wrong place and Honey had to settle for a prophylactic on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her chance to strap 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 make up it five thousand a ball if you win, but if I win, in accession to the swats, you will be my slave for the rest of the weekend. Maybe you 'll like it, you never know. ``

dear looked at the board. 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 Ball 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 other end of the table, almost sinking the 8 ball before scratching in the close corner 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 formal, but as she turned to set the cue on the table, her eyes widened and her confront turned totally sick. On Jaqui 's last wild stroke, the 8 ball had rolled into the middle of a cockeyed roach of Jaqui 's Lucille Ball. With the six ball returned to the mesa on the touch, the logic gate to the corral was effective closed. If Honey could n't at least tap the 8 and move it two inches, she would scratch. There were 8 balls on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A scratch would be ten sentence that plus twice that for every lump on the table. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the previous 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 blastoff from the outset of the maiden game had been a set up to bring her to this point. There was one possible escape, however. If she applied the right English language, she might be able-bodied to get through at the rail and complete 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 middle of the table. It was a scratch on the 8 ballock. Game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

beloved accepted defeat. She walked down to the end of the table 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 acknowledge that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could induce won every game, but her secret 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 egg and the tip pointed through a gap in the corral to the other end of the table. `` It was a straight in fritter - 40 thousand dollars in well-off money. But I was volition to bet that little honey here, deep down, is a painfulness adulteress who would love to be my slave forever.

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

We held dearest 's hands and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not material voiceless, but every one of the 264 times. When she was done, Jaqui lifted Honey 's face up toward hers and said, `` I want to chance 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 near slave. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make sure the alley door ending behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the step. As I left, for the 1st time, I stopped to actually read what it said on that battered old prize that held the night 's winnings as well as dear 's vesture. It read, `` starting time Place universe Billiards Trick Shot Tournament Jaqui Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson ''