diddley 's plaza

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / Pool

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Sometimes a friendly secret plan of syndicate can be very revealing
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old salt 's seat is my favorite bar. It could be because of the friends I have there or the daughter I meet there or my favorite brand of coloured beer always being useable in the cooler, but it is none of that. It is diddlyshit actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful cleaning woman I have ever seen. I could go there every nighttime 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 low jean and an equally slack black tee shirt with the squat 's Place logo on the front end in white,

I started going to Jack 's blank space because of the Friday dark after hr pool tourney. Just before the 2:00 am mop up time, Jaqui would denote that everyone who wanted to fiddle in the tournament needed to go to the tournament room. She would call last round on drinks and then afford a threshold into a back way that held a full- sized, regularization, pond table. The entry fee was ten dollars. incline stakes were optional. Jaqui would hoard the money, usher everyone into the room, deliver the beverage, place one-half of the money in a large succeeder 's trophy on one of the tables, and then close the doorway between the bar and the tournament room. After drawing the subterfuge on the window, she would go to a small stairway that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make sure your turn out the lights and relieve oneself for certain that the alley door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the tv camera mounted around the room she would add, `` And remember, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another intellect to make out diddley 's Place arrived. Her name was - well, she never gave her name. She always said, `` Just forebode me honey, movement I 'm the cherubic thing you 'll ever play, 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 sentence for the pool tournament.

The tournament was actually an 8-ball game where the winner kept playing as long as there was a challenger. It was purely a live on man standing tournament, so whoever won the finis game won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were side bets. The wager was criterion, you had to bemuse a ten into the cup to challenge, and it was one dollar for the secret plan and one dollar for every orchis you left on the table when your opposition 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 dwelling house with the cup money. She was sound, damned safe, but she had an unjust advantage. She wore fairly short skirts and every time she leaned over the mesa to shoot, you could see her tight, tan, minuscule ass peeking at you from behind a duo of Edward Douglas White Jr. lace panties. It sure broke your concentration.

After several hebdomad, it was obvious that she was the well player there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the small leather paddle appeared on the hold over one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` Honey 's stinger. '' After that, whenever the balls were being racked, she would undulate her little boat paddle and taunt us with, `` OK, whose adjacent to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Fri night. '' Anyone who knew the story just referred to it as `` that Friday Night. '' Everything started as usual and went as usual. Honey played like a pro, flashed her panties like a minx, and was make 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, dear, '' came a sultry answer from behind me.

I turned around and almost bit the neck off the beer bottleful I had been emptying. There in the door to her apartment stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my wildest aspiration had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight blackened pants that ended just below her genu. On top was a blank satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those smutty tee shirts for so long. Her hair framed her face and her war paint was staring. She literally steamed with gender and the lustfulness in her centre was very discernible. No admiration none of the men at sea dog 's stead 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 evening, Honey ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a hundred for the game and a hundred for every ball if you win. If I win, I get to whip your raw ass right there on that table. Once for the game and once for each bollock on the board. What do you think, Honey, you ready to get your ass whipped ? '' beloved 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 interview like that plot. dear broke and sank three solids. Jaqui sank two stripes, but left beloved a really bad jibe. 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 cause. Honey easily sank her fifth and sixth globe and tried to line up on her last clump when it became ostensible that Jaqui 's misapprehension had actually saved her the game. Honey could n't get a in good order jibe because she was blocked by Jacqui 's ball. She made a with child attempt with a three bank, come from behind shot, but the ball just did n't fall. 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 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, Honey ? ``

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

'' Hmm, what do you reckon cat ? Those are the house rules. This was a special plot, but I agree. If honey antes up in the cup, I will bear her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per ball against four swats. And, Honey, in typeface you did n't notice, the ante is one hundred. ''

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

Jaqui smiled, or what it a leer, and replied, `` That 's OK. I 'll render you one hundred clam credit for those lacing panties. Just unload them in the cup and we 're cook to rack. ``

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

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

To say that we were even more paste to this game would be the greatest understatement of all time. Even showing her ass to the entirely room every clock time she shot, Honey was still a much meliorate player than Jaqui. Honey never seemed to make a fault while Jaqui made computer error after error. But somehow Jaqui 's float gibe always seemed to end up just in the wrong situation for Honey to make the nearly of her shots. It looked like beloved had it with two of Jaqui 's balls still on the table, but both balls were in just the wrong speckle and Honey did n't sink the 8. Both injection by Jaqui were really weak, but the balls just managed to go down. She left herself a tremendous final crack, however, the cue was slightly in the side of meat pocket and it would deal at to the lowest degree one camber to sink the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the turning point pocket. ``

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

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

'' Your clothing - all of it. spiel bare or pay the bet. Your choice. ''

'' A chiliad, '' whispered Honey.

'' Ten swats, '' replied Jaqui.

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

How dearest could stand naked in a room full phase of the moon of men and bet syndicate like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other hand, played even worse. She did n't sink a single orchis. Her fortune held, however, and Honey was kept to sinking only one or two balls with each bout. Honey sank her survive egg and Jaqui 's luck held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's balls was in just the wrong place and Honey had to settle for a guard on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her chance to whip Honey 's ass and have to pay various thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her shot, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you want to add to the bet ? I will fix it five thousand a ball if you win, but if I win, in addition to the swats, you will be my slave for the relief of the weekend. Maybe you 'll care 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 balls before Honey 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 niche pocket.

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

Honey smugly walked to the end of the mesa to recall the cue ball, but as she turned to set the cue on the tabular array, her optic widened and her faced turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's hold up wild shot, the 8 glob had rolled into the middle of a fast lot of Jaqui 's glob. With the six musket ball returned to the table on the spot, the gate to the cattle pen was efficient close. If Honey could n't at to the lowest degree tap the 8 and move it two in, she would engrave. There were 8 ballock on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A chicken feed would be ten prison term that plus twice that for every ball on the board. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the previous plot. And beyond that she had agreed to be Jaqui 's slave for the weekend if she lost.

beloved gasped as she realized what was occurring. She had been hustled. Every shot from the beginning of the first plot had been a set up to bring her to this gunpoint. There was one possible escape, however. If she applied the right English language, she might be capable to get through at the track and complete a safety on the 8. She called it and carefully lined it up, but the gap was n't quite full enough and one of Jaqui 's globe rolled toward the center of the table. It was a scar 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 knack over it with her hands 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 lie with that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could have won every plot, 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 nook pocket. The ray pushed aside the 8 Lucille Ball and the tip pointed through a gap in the cattle pen to the other end of the tabular array. `` It was a straight in shoot - XL thousand dollars in easy money. But I was willing to bet that little dear here, deep down, is a pain in the ass loose woman who would do it to be my slave forever.

dearest just lay her face on the table and began to moan softly.

We held dear 's hands and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not rattling hard, but every one of the 264 clip. When she was done, Jaqui lifted love 's cheek 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 concern 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 door stopping point behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the stairs. As I left, for the first of all time, 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 Place universe Billiards illusion guess tourney Jaqui Jackson ''