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Billiards



   By Ed Rider



   "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 couse, 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
evidence, 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."
   

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