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Billiards
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)

***

Four women at an exclusive club terrorize the staff 
with their demands and constant criticisms until the 
owner decides to take matters in hand. (FF, reluc, 
exh, huml, blkmail)

***

Dinner and billiards Wednesday at 8
Cocktail attire
RSVP

Scarlett, Charlotte, Emily and Susanna called each 
other before they responded to the unusual invitation 
from the club.

They knew it was from the club even though there was 
no phone number or return address, because of the 
magnolia logo on the card. But who was inviting them? 
And why billiards? None of them played billiards.

They called some of their other friends at the club, 
but no one knew what they were talking about. As far 
as they could tell, they were the only ones who had 
received an invitation.

Finally, they called the club, but the person on the 
desk couldn't answer their questions. All they were 
told was that the new owner of the club would call 
them back.

The four friends often told others that they had been 
members of the club even before they were born, 
because their mothers were members when they were 
pregnant.

They liked to talk about all of them being a younger 
version of their mothers. They had grown up spoiled 
and indulged by their parents. They went through a 
wild period starting with their junior year in high 
school and continuing through their junior year in 
college. But then they got sensible, found some 
wealthy boys from local families to marry and morphed 
into spoiled country club wives.

Scarlett was the first to get a call. The voice was 
soft and pleasant, with a local accent. "Hi Scarlett," 
she said. "My name is Betty Jean Beaumont, and I'm the 
new owner of the club. You probably don't remember me, 
but I went to school with you."

Scarlett thought for a moment. "I knew a Betty Jean 
Jerome, who was the daughter of one of our servants," 
she said. "But you don't sound like her. I remember, I 
used to tease her a lot when we were little, and she 
was always crying."

"You did a lot more than that, Scarlett," said Betty, 
"especially when you got together with your friends 
Charlotte, Emily and Susanna. Yes, I'm the same Betty 
Jean, and I remember all of you very well. I went away 
to school, got a business degree, got married, got 
divorced, and now I'm back in town to be closer to my 
mother.

"When I bought the club, I noticed you and the others 
were on our roster. The staff told me the four of you 
are still as nasty as ever and that you enjoy 
tormenting them. Is that true?"

Scarlett ignored the question. "Why, Betty Jean," she 
said. "What a pleasure to make your acquaintance 
again. It sounds like you did really well for 
yourself. Imagine being able to buy our exclusive club 
at your age. We've been members since before we were 
born. It's like our second home, and it's one of the 
few clubs left that won't let riff-raff in. We have a 
few tokens, so we don't get in trouble. But most of 
the members are still like us and our parents."

"I know," said Betty, "and I've been thinking about 
that. I'm considering changing some of the 
requirements for both new applicants and for renewals 
like yourself. You know, times are changing. That's 
why the families that ran the club had to sell it to 
someone with business sense before it went broke.

"The new configuration may not include the four of you 
and your families. That's why I invited you to dinner 
to talk about it. Would you like to RSVP now?"

Scarlett was too stunned to say anything for a second. 
Did she hear right? How could she be thrown out of the 
club? They had always paid their dues, and except for 
a few teenage incidents involving, booze, pot and sex 
that her parents had hushed up, there had never been 
any trouble.

The club was the only place in town where she and her 
friends felt comfortable, surrounded by people like 
themselves. It sounded like Betty had a chip on her 
shoulder.

"I don't understand," Scarlett finally said. "This 
doesn't sound right. And what does this have to do 
with dinner and billiards?"

"That's just something silly I added," said Betty. 
"You probably don't remember, but while she was 
working for your mother, my mom would sometimes work 
on weekends at the club, especially for the Saturday 
night dinners when nearly all the members would show 
up.

"She often brought me along when she had no one to 
babysit. I must have been really small the first time 
I saw the men and the women split up after dinner. The 
men went into the billiards room, and the women went 
into the card room. I went with the women the first 
few times, but then I got curious about what the men 
were doing, so I snuck over there and watched them 
from behind a utility door.

"That was the first time I ever saw billiards, and for 
some reason, I was fascinated. I watched them many 
times and then forgot all about it until I went away 
to college and saw a billiard table in the freshman 
dorm social hall. I was drawn to it and ended up 
spending many hours practicing and playing. For me, it 
was the best way to relax when I needed a break from 
studying.

"Even though I was sort of a campus champ, I never did 
much with it after school. But when I took over here 
and saw the billiard room again, all the memories came 
back. I got to thinking about billiards, my mother and 
me and the four of you, and that's why I invited you 
for billiards."

"But we don't play billiards," said Scarlett.

"If you are open to something new, you will after 
dinner," said Betty. "Listen, my assistant is trying 
to get my attention. I've got to go now. Should I put 
you down for Wednesday.

"Just a minute," said Scarlett. "Why 8 p.m. on 
Wednesday. No one is at the club on Wednesday night."

"That's the idea," said Betty. "It's a private late 
dinner. Just the four of us and some of the staff that 
know you so well, I mean that you know so well. 
Listen, it sounds like you're not interested, and 
that's all right. Rather than talk about it Wednesday, 
I can just let you know if you will qualify for the 
club when I decide on the new rules. Your dues are 
paid up until the end of the year, so nothing would go 
into effect anyway until January."

"This is all so disconcerting, Betty Jean," said 
Scarlett. "It's only Friday night. Would you mind if I 
let you know by Monday."

"Not at all," said Betty. "That would be fine. I've 
got to go now. Bye."

***

When Scarlett, Charlotte, Emily and Susanna compared 
notes after each had talked to Betty, they found that 
the conversations were almost identical. At first they 
were angry that this woman, whom they remembered as a 
crybaby and bad sport when they tormented her as a 
child, had the power to exclude them from the club 
that was at the center of their lives. None of them 
could remember her at all beyond middle school, 
although she must have been a classmate. She was just 
never on their radar.

They talked about the invitation, and they were 
certain that it involved some kind of childish payback 
for past sins that they had long forgotten. But in the 
end, they agreed that they should humor Betty and try 
to use charm and flattery to deflect her from her 
petty revenge.

When they walked into the club Wednesday night, it 
seemed darker than usual, and when Betty came out of 
her office to greet them, they remarked on it. "That's 
because we're saving energy," she said. "At times when 
there are few members using the club, we minimize the 
lighting. It's one of the many things I'm changing to 
put this place on a sustainable fiscal plan."

She led them into the dining room, which seemed eerie, 
because only one table was lit, in the center of the 
room. The table was immaculately laid out for a formal 
dinner, and when they sat down, the servers brought 
the first course. All four of the friends commented on 
how delicious it was, and they didn't even have to 
fake their sincerity.

Each course that followed was just as good, and they 
found the dinner table conversation fascinating, too. 
After a little chit-chat, Betty told them she'd like 
to reminisce a little and began telling stories about 
her childhood.

Each story involved at least one of the four doing 
something nasty, hurtful, spiteful and sadistic to 
young Betty. Often two or three of them ganged up on 
her, and sometimes it was all four.

The four focused on their food and said nothing. 
Should they apologize for being brats, they wondered. 
It seemed so stupid. Here was this little crybaby 
lecturing them like she was their mother. But their 
mothers thought every scrape they got into was cute, 
and they were rarely punished.

"I can see you're not really interested in any of 
this," said Betty after a while. "So I'm just going to 
tell you about the most humiliating thing that ever 
happened to me. The other stuff seems distant to me 
now, and I didn't think about it for years -- until I 
saw your names again.

"But this one haunts me. It must have devastated me as 
a kid, because sometimes I still dream about it and 
wake up feeling mortified. This one I'm sure you'll 
remember.

"I think it hurt me so much because I was 12 years old 
and already in that stage where things were happening 
with my body that I didn't understand. I was 
particularly modest and shy.

"The four of you had gotten into trouble again. I 
forgot what you did, but it really got your mothers 
angry. I think it had happened the day before a 
mother-daughter luncheon at the club on a Saturday.

"My mother was one of the servers at the luncheon. She 
had dressed me up in a pretty dress so that I wouldn't 
look out of place and told me to sit in a far corner 
of the dining room and read my book.

"The discussion at your table was all about what you 
had done and how you really deserved to be punished 
and other mothers would give you a good spanking. Of 
course, you all knew your mothers wouldn't do anything 
like that, so you were probably acting smug.

"Susanna's mother saw my mother bringing something to 
the table, and she stopped her and asked her to tell 
the girls what she would do if I ever did anything 
like you girls had done.

"My mother told her that she would punish me of 
course, but she was sure that I would never be that 
bad. 'I want to teach these girls a lesson,' said 
Susanna's mother, 'so let's pretend Betty really did 
something that bad. How would you punish her?'

"My mother said she would give me a good tongue 
lashing and ground me and maybe even give me some 
swats. She was telling the truth. When I grew up and I 
was naughty, I used to get a dose of swats. My mother 
knew the humiliation of it was the best teacher. I 
loved my mother with all my heart, and I knew the 
swats were given with the best intentions and were 
always less than I deserved.

"How many swats would she get?" Susanna's mother 
asked.

"'It depends,' said my mother.

"'How would she get them?'

"My mother said she'd lay me across her knees and use 
her hand.

"Susanna's mother must have thought this was making an 
impression on the four of you, because then she told 
my mother she saw me sitting in the corner and she'd 
like my mother to show the girls exactly what happened 
to me when I did bad things.

"My mother told me later that she looked at Scarlett's 
mother, who was nodding hard up and down at her. She 
said that she couldn't think of anything else at the 
moment except that Scarlett's mom was her boss and she 
couldn't afford to upset her because she knew that she 
might not only lose her job but also not get another 
one that paid as well, because Scarlett's mother 
wouldn't recommend her to other members of the club. 
She might even lose her weekend work at the club.

"She said she was scared and had no idea where this 
was leading, but she agreed and walked over to me, 
with the entire table getting up and following her. 
They surrounded me in the corner, and I remember 
looking up and wondering what was going on.

"My mother sat down next to me, and I saw there were 
tears in her eyes. She whispered to me, 'Betty Jean, 
I'm sorry, but please just go along with this for a 
moment. Please!'

"I got scared. 'Of course, Momma,' I said.

"'Show the girls what you do when Betty Jean acts up,' 
said Susanna's mother.

"'I lay her over my lap like this,' she said, pulling 
me to her and pushing me down over her lap. I remember 
being mortified, because I was scared my panties would 
show, but I didn't resist.

"'And what would you do then?' Susanna's mom said.

"'I would give her some swats,' said my mom.

"'But first you'd pull her panties down to her ankles, 
wouldn't you?' said Susanna's mom.

"'No, I never...' said my mom and stopped. She looked 
at Scarlett's mom and saw she was nodding hard up and 
down.

"My mother grabbed my panties and ripped them down my 
legs. I screamed.

"'Now show the girls how you swat her,' said Susanna's 
mom.

"My mom lightly slapped my bottom, and I screamed 
again.

"One of you said, 'She hardly touched her,' and 
Susanna's mom said, 'Show her. Give her some real 
swats, just a couple.'

"I heard my mother gasp and then she gave me two hard 
spanks and shoved me off her lap. I fell to the floor 
screaming and pulled up my panties and ran out of the 
room. I heard your laughter as I ran through the club 
to the road down the hill. My mom caught up with me in 
her car a few minutes later as I was walking down the 
side of the road sobbing my eyes out.

"When I got into the car, I heard her sobbing harder 
than me. She drove the car down the narrow road until 
she could pull into a strip mall. Then she stopped and 
pulled me into her arms and we sat there crying 
together. I don't remember what happened after that, 
but I do remember the next day she told me she hoped I 
was going to be a good girl from now on because she 
would never lay a finger on me again.

"That Friday, she was angry when she came home. She 
showed me her weekly paycheck and said it was double 
the normal amount. She said she felt like throwing it 
in the face of Scarlett's mom, but that she was going 
to put all the extra money in my college fund."

"Yes, I remember that day," said Scarlett. "Now that 
we're grownups, we all realize how unfair it was. But 
we were all young girls then. Do you want us to 
apologize now for what we were then."

"No, of course not," said Betty. "But my staff that's 
been serving you tonight has told me a lot of stories 
about the four of you since I've been here. I said 
there must be other members that cause trouble, but 
they told me, no, you were the only ones who degraded 
them, belittled them and seemed to go out of your way 
to make things more difficult for them. They all seem 
to genuinely despise you.

"After hearing from them, I realized that you really 
hadn't changed since we were children, and that 
dealing with you might bring back my nightmares. I 
finally decided I had three choices.

"One, I could sell the club. But I scratched that. The 
reason I got it was because it was in big trouble, and 
I haven't had a chance to turn it around yet and make 
it worth somebody else buying it.

"Two, I could find a way to get you out of here so I 
would never have to see or deal with you again.

"Three, I could get closure for what you and your 
mothers did to me and to my mother."

The women were eating dessert by that time. Up to now, 
the dinner was good and the stories interesting, but 
they were beginning to be a little uncomfortable.

"We would never want to leave our club," said Emily. 
"What do you mean by closure?"

"I mean that I would need to hurt and humiliate each 
one of you to square things with what was done to my 
mother and me."

All four women gasped. What kind of person were they 
talking to? They looked at each other, but no one got 
up to storm out of the room.

"Please explain what you mean," said Scarlett.

"Well, the staff and I worked out something for 
tonight," said Betty. "As you see, the club is 
deserted. The night watchman has had several run-ins 
with you, and he's one of the people participating. It 
was quite a job putting this together, and we're not 
going to do it again. So it's tonight or never.

"It requires you to let me do whatever I want to you 
for the next two hours. You can change your minds 
whenever you want and leave, and the only thing that 
will happen is your club membership will expire in 
December. Or you can stay and take your punishment and 
remain members.

"I will promise you that I won't do anything violent. 
You may experience pain and discomfort, but it will be 
mostly humiliation. And I also promise you that no one 
else except the people who are here and maybe a couple 
of other employees will ever know."

The four of them sat straight up as they heard this. 
They were in shock, and for a few minutes no one said 
anything.

Then Charlotte asked, "Can we talk this over?"

"Yes," said Betty. "I'll leave the room and give you 
10 minutes. It's getting late, and some of the people 
helping me will need to leave in a couple of hours."

When she came back to the room, she saw that all four 
of them had been crying. They were silent while she 
looked at them.

"Well, what's it going to be," said Betty.

"We shouldn't do this, but we're going along with it," 
said Scarlett. "But if you harm a hair on our heads, 
you'll be rotting in jail."

"Don't worry," said Betty, "I won't touch your heads. 
Follow me. We're going to the billiards room." She led 
the procession, five women in cocktail dresses, 
followed by six servants in uniform.

"It's simple," said Charlotte. "I'm going to play a 
game of pocket billiards on the table here." One of 
the tables was brightly illuminated, not just from the 
light hanging down from the ceiling, but also from 
several large standing lights placed around it.

"The only unusual thing about this game is that you 
ladies will be the corner pockets." They looked at 
each other. None of them knew anything about 
billiards.

"First, I want all of you to remove your panties and 
take off your shoes," said Betty, causing some angry 
whispering among the four friends. Put them over here 
on the other pool table."

"Now I want each of you to climb up on the pool table 
and sit down in one corner, facing the middle. The 
staff will put some cushions under you to make you 
more comfortable.

"Good. Now each of you lift your legs up until your 
knees are bent and your feet are on the felt. Next 
spread your legs wide apart. There. Perfect.

"I see that all of you are old-fashioned girls, and I 
like that. Lots of hair between your legs. A real 
forest. Some of it doesn't match your hair color, but 
that's fine with me.

"Between your legs are a couple of pockets, and my 
goal is to fill one of them with these billiard balls. 
What I'm doing now is called breaking. See how the 
balls are flying around the tables? Did some of them 
hit you? I'm sure it didn't hurt much.

"Now I'm going to take this cue ball, the white one, 
and with my cue, this long stick, I'm going to aim the 
cue ball at one of the other balls. When I push at the 
cue ball with my cue, it will bump into one of the 
other balls. The object is to place one ball right in 
front of each of your pockets. This is the hardest 
part. Let's see how many shots it takes."

The women looked on in morbid fascination as Betty 
began using her stick to push the white ball at the 
other balls. It took her eight shots to line up a ball 
that was touching the pubic hair of each woman. She 
stopped.

"And I guess now you're going to push the ball into 
our vaginas?" said Charlotte. "That's pretty 
disgusting."

"No," said Betty, "that would be too easy. I'm sure 
your vaginas are nice and stretched out from all that 
activity when you were in high school and college. 
Maybe some of you have had babies.

"No, the bigger challenge will be to get the ball into 
your other pocket."

Emily screamed.

"Shhhh," said Betty. "I'm sure no one can hear you 
across the golf course, but you wouldn't want anyone 
coming in here now and seeing this, would you? If you 
think you can't help yourself and want a gag, tell me 
and we'll put something in your mouth."

"I don't think you could shoot those balls into our 
vaginas," said Scarlett, "and there's no way you could 
get them into our anuses."

"But I haven't shown you one other thing we use in 
pool," said Betty. "See this. It's called a bridge. 
Felicia, would you and Raul please prepare Scarlett 
first. Now watch Scarlett, Raul is getting behind you 
and putting his arms around you and grabbing your legs 
behind your knees. He's pulling your legs wider apart 
and back so your butt is now lined up with the ball 
and we can see the puckered hole between your cheeks.

"Now Felicia is putting a baster from the kitchen by 
the hole and squeezing a little oil on it and rubbing 
it around. Now she's slowly inserting the baster into 
your rear and squeezing some oil inside and then 
pulling the baster out and then pushing it back in. 
See how much easier it goes in the second time once 
you're lubricated in there. Now she can get the entire 
baster inside you and squeeze all the oil out before 
she pulls it out.

"Now, you're ready for the six ball and the bridge. 
That's it, Raul, keep those legs wide and pulled back. 
The ball is right at her hole. Here comes the bridge 
to push it softly. It's pushing the puckered hole, but 
it's not opening right away. Now the ball has a little 
oil on it that came out. I'm not pushing the bridge 
hard, just steadily. See the pucker stretching. It's 
beginning to open. Once it's wide enough the ball will 
go in fast. Oops, there it goes. See how fast the hole 
closes around it. One ball in."

During the process Scarlett began breathing faster and 
faster and looking around wildly, but she couldn't 
move in Raul's grasp. The others were watching in 
amazement as the ball went in.

"Now it's Charlotte's turn," said Betty.

"No," said Charlotte, who was deadly pale. "I'm 
leaving."

"That's fine," said Betty, "but this is all or 
nothing. If she walks, all of you can leave, because 
your memberships will be expiring.

"Charlotte," said Scarlett, breathing in and out 
slowly now. "It's not that bad, just uncomfortable. 
You can do it. Don't let her destroy our lives."

Charlotte didn't move. The others encouraged her, and 
finally she nodded. She jumped when Raul put his arms 
around her, but she controlled herself better than 
Scarlett when the ball was pushed in.

When all four of them had been filled, Betty walked 
around to each one, looking them up and down, lifting 
up their dresses and looking between their legs. "I'm 
just drinking this in," she said and smiled at them.

"Are you finished?" said Susanna.

"Just starting," said Betty. "Look down here. In 
pocket billiards, there are 15 balls, and the game 
isn't over until all of them are in a pocket."

"But we already have a ball inside us," said Susanna.

"Not to worry," said Betty. "There was a porn star 
named Marilyn Chambers who once got five rubber balls 
inside her ass, and they were all bigger than these 
pool balls. You're only getting four each."

"No!" shrieked Emily.

"Quiet," said Scarlett. "We've come this far, so we 
may as well finish."

"That's right," said Betty. "Did you notice that we've 
got some cameras up on tripods filming this and some 
of the staff is walking around the table with hand-
held cameras to get close ups. I've got enough video 
now that I think I should be able to watch it and get 
some closure. But you still won't keep your 
memberships unless you all go through with it."

All four of the women began crying when she said this, 
and Betty smiled as she watched them. Finally, they 
stopped.

"Are you going to..." began Charlotte.

"Show the videos to other people?" finished Betty. 
"No. They are for my private use only. When I've 
edited them, I am going to have a special showing for 
all the people who helped me tonight and a couple of 
the other staff who know you well, but it will be at 
my home, and I'll have the only copy. So don't worry 
about me sharing them unless I'm forced to. For 
instance, if you file a lawsuit or any other legal 
action, this would be vidence, and the jury would have 
to see it. You know, once the court clerks get hold of 
something like this, it has a way of getting out. But 
I'm sure you're not going to sue me, so you can calm 
down."

***

She lined up the cue ball, and this time it took her 
only six shots to line up four more balls in the right 
spots. It didn't take as much effort with the bridge 
to push them in.

Two more rounds went quicker, and finally, the last 
ball, the cue ball was inside Susanna, and there were 
no balls left on the table. Again Betty walked around 
them. All of them were shifting uncomfortably, and 
their pretty faces were grimacing.

"All done," she said, and they stared at her.

"Oh, I almost forgot. You want those things out before 
you go home. Would you like me to reach in and pull 
them out?"

Emily gave a short scream.

"I'm only kidding," said Betty. "Getting them out is 
going to be as much fun as it was getting them in. Now 
we don't want to tear your insides out, so I want you 
all to carefully slide off the table and stand up on 
the floor, keeping your legs tight together.

"Scarlett, you first. Keep your legs together and 
shuffle over here where I have this plastic bucket and 
the video cameras aiming up from the floor. We're 
going to capture this in slow motion. OK, lights are 
all set up and aimed at your ass.

"Now open your legs and put them on either side of the 
bucket. Now you need to bend over as far as you can. 
Lupe will hold your hands so you don't fall over. 
That's the way. Now your pretty butt is sticking up in 
the air, and all the lights are shining on it. OK, now 
start pushing. You know, like you're going to the 
bathroom. Slowly, slowly. Good. I see one of the 
balls. It's exciting, like watching you give birth to 
a billiard ball.

"Slow. Slow. It's starting to slide out. Oops, you 
shouldn't have jumped when it came out. That knocked a 
couple the balls inside you together and sent the 
second one shooting out too fast. I bet that hurt. I 
could tell from the way you screamed.

"OK. Breathe deeply and relax for a minute before we 
start again. Two to go. OK, now bend over and push 
carefully. I see it. It's moving. There, it came out 
and dropped into the bucket, and you were able to 
control yourself this time. Boy are you breathing 
fast. Just one more to go and you're done. Bend over. 
Push slowly, slowly. I see it. Beautiful. It's 
starting to move. It's out. Congratulations, Scarlett. 
I knew you had it in you."

The others watched in horror as the balls emerged from 
Scarlett's ass, but they couldn't look away. They all 
watched as each one followed her lead. When they were 
finished, no one said anything. They walked to the 
other pool table, put on their panties and shoes and 
left in silence.

Scarlett, Charlotte, Emily and Susanna never talked 
about that night again. Their friends thought they 
were a little subdued for the next few weeks, but 
after that they were pretty much back to normal.

Nobody noticed that for some reason, whenever they 
were at the club, no matter what room they were going 
to, they found a way to avoid going anywhere near the 
billiards room. Once, a friend sitting with the four 
at a holiday dinner in the ballroom saw them suddenly 
grow silent and look as if they had seen a ghost. The 
friend turned and looked in the direction they were 
looking, but all she saw was some men in the billiards 
room playing with one woman, the new owner.

The four rarely talked to the owner, and when they 
did, she was always smiling broadly while they seemed 
a little nervous. Only the help noticed that they were 
usually pleasant and cooperative now. Occasionally, 
though, one of them did get a little out of hand.

After one such episode, a friend happened to be 
standing next to Scarlett when Betty walked over to 
them. "The owner said something really weird," the 
friend later told her friends, "It was something like, 
'Scarlett, I'm thinking of having some of the staff 
over to watch some video in a couple of nights. Would 
you like to join us?'

"Scarlett turned as white as a ghost, and I heard her 
say, 'Please, Betty, I'm so sorry. Will you call the 
waitress out here and let me apologize to her in front 
of everyone. And here's $40 to add to her paycheck 
this Friday.'

"I asked Scarlett what that was all about, but she 
ignored my question."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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