Jack 's blank space

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / Pool

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Sometimes a friendly plot of syndicate can be very revealing
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Jack 's Place is my favorite bar. It could be because of the booster I have there or the daughter I meet there or my favorite firebrand 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 dyad of loose fitting blue air jeans and an equally lax black tee shirt with the Jack 's Place logo on the strawman in Andrew Dickson White,

I started going to Jack-tar 's property because of the Friday night after hours pool tournament. Just before the 2:00 am closing meter, Jaqui would herald that everyone who wanted to encounter in the tournament needed to go to the tournament room. She would call last troll on drinks and then unfold a doorway into a rearwards elbow room that held a full- sized, ordinance, pocket billiards board. The entree fee was ten clam. slope stakes were optional. Jaqui would gather up the money, usher everyone into the room, give up the drinkable, place one-half of the money in a large succeeder 's trophy on one of the tabular array, and then come together the room access between the bar and the tournament room. After drawing the blinds on the windows, she would go to a small stairway that led up to her flat and announce, `` Make certainly your turn out the lights and pee sure that the skittle alley door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the camera mounted around the way she would add, `` And remember, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another reason to love Jack 's Place arrived. Her name was - well, she never gave her name. She always said, `` Just call me beloved, lawsuit I 'm the angelical matter you 'll ever meet, but I 've got a cut 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 biz where the winner kept playing as long as there was a competition. It was purely a in conclusion man standing tourney, so whoever won the shoemaker's last plot won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were position bet. The wager was standard, you had to throw a ten into the cup to dispute, and it was one dollar bill for the game and one dollar mark for every clod you left on the tabular array when your opponent sank the 8 ball. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the scratch plus two dollars for every ball on the table.

honey usually went house with the cup money. She was good, damned beneficial, but she had an unfair advantage. She wore fairly short skirt and every sentence she leaned over the table to germinate, you could see her tight, tan, little ass peeking at you from behind a pair of white lace panties. It certain 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 small leather boat paddle appeared on the put over one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` beloved 's cut. '' After that, whenever the clod were being racked, she would undulate her footling dodder and taunt us with, `` OK, whose adjacent to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Fri dark. '' Anyone who knew the story just referred to it as `` that Friday night. '' Everything started as usual and went as usual. love played like a pro, flashed her scanty like a tease, and was ready to depart 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 cervix off the beer bottle I had been emptying. There in the doorway to her flat stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my wildest dreams had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight black pants that ended just below her knees. On top was a tweed 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 makeup was perfective tense. She literally steamed with gender and the lust in her eyes was very apparent. No marvel none of the men at old salt 's lieu had never gotten anywhere with Jaqui. She did n't like men, but whoa did she like Honey.

'' How about a special secret plan to end the evening, Honey ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a 100 for the secret plan and a hundred for every bollock if you win. If I win, I get to welt your nude ass right there on that mesa. Once for the game and once for each ball on the table. What do you retrieve, Honey, 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 tourney for any amount of money held the attention of the hearing like that game. love broke and sank three solids. Jaqui sank two stripe, but left dear 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 fifth for no apparent reason. beloved easily sank her fifth part and one-sixth balls and tried to line up on her final ball when it became ostensible that Jaqui 's mistake had actually saved her the secret plan. Honey could n't get a the right way snap because she was blocked by Jacqui 's nut. She made a great attempt with a three banking company, come from behind gibe, but the musket ball just did n't descend. Jaqui popped both remaining stripes and lined up on the 8 ball.

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

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

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

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

'' Hmm, what do you guess Guy ? Those are the house principle. 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 case you did n't notice, the ante is one one C. ''

'' 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 dollar mark recognition for those fortify panties. Just drop them in the cup and we 're prepare to single-foot. ``

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

Almost rallying cry, honey reached down and removed her panty and put them in the trophy.

To say that we were even more glue to this game would be the not bad understatement of all time. Even showing her ass to the whole elbow room every time she shot, Honey was still a much better participant than Jaqui. honey never seemed to make a mistake while Jaqui made error after wrongdoing. But somehow Jaqui 's blown injection always seemed to end up just in the wrong place for Honey to piss the to the highest degree of her shaft. It looked like Honey had it with two of Jaqui 's clod still on the table, but both testis were in just the wrong touch and Honey did n't slide down the 8. Both shots by Jaqui were really infirm, but the balls just managed to go down. She left herself a terrible concluding shaft, however, the cue was slightly in the side pocket and it would pack at to the lowest degree one bank 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 table with her oral cavity unresolved. `` That 's four swats you 've got add up, Honey, unless you want to ante up for another game. ``

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

'' Your vesture - all of it. Play au naturel or pay the bet. Your selection. ''

'' A thousand, '' whispered Honey.

'' Ten swats, '' replied Jaqui.

Honey 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 dear could stand naked in a room full of men and trifle pool like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other hand, played even worse. She did n't slump a one musket ball. Her luck held, however, and honey was kept to sinking only one or two balls with each turn. Honey sank her last globe and Jaqui 's luck held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's balls was in just the wrong place and honey had to steady down for a safety on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her chance to welt Honey 's ass and have to pay several thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her shot, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you need to add to the bet ? I will make believe it five thousand a ball if you win, but if I win, in add-on 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 board. There was no way that Jaqui could run the board with the way that she had been playing. Even if she sank 4 ball before beloved 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 conclude corner pocket.

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

beloved smugly walked to the end of the table to call back the cue ball, but as she turned to set the cue on the table, her eyes widened and her look turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's lastly wild nip, the 8 ball had rolled into the eye of a tight circle of Jaqui 's balls. With the six formal returned to the tabular array on the place, the logic gate to the corral was in effect closed. If Honey could n't at least tap the 8 and go it two in, she would inscribe. There were 8 balls on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A scratch would be ten meter that plus twice that for every ball on the table. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the previous biz. 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 guessing from the outset of the first base game had been a set up to bring her to this period. There was one possible leakage, however. If she applied the correctly English people, 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 eye of the mesa. It was a scratch on the 8 ball. Game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

Honey accepted defeat. She walked down to the end of the table and bent grass over it with her hand stretched out above her. `` Would you boys please hold 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 take won every game, but her surreptitious 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 ray pushed aside the 8 orchis and the tip pointed through a gap in the corral to the early end of the tabular array. `` It was a true in shot - forty thousand dollars in loose money. But I was willing to bet that little honey here, deep down, is a pain slut who would love to be my hard worker forever.

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

We held Honey 's hands and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not real hard, but every one of the 264 multiplication. 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 disturb yourself. Do n't pleasure yourself. Just wait at the end of my bed like a serious slave. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make for sure the alley threshold closes behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the stairs. As I left, for the low gear clock time, I stopped to actually read what it said on that battered old trophy that held the night 's winnings as well as Honey 's wear. It read, `` First Place World Billiards magic trick Shot Tournament Jaqui Jackson ''