by Ami Snow
“You’d be surprised. I never told you what they’re paying me and I honestly don’t think it’ll take much more than a month for me to find and be able to afford my own place. I just want to look, for now.”
“Oh alright,” Jennifer said. While she went back to fixing up salad for lunch Stacey retreated to her room. She had some serious planning if she was going to convince her parent’s that she could truly afford to live on her own. The biggest obstacle was getting them to ignore how she’d come up with the amount of money she’d accumulate over the next few weeks. If she earned seven hundred in tips a night, she’d have more than enough if she waited the full month. She could forego the tips and still make plenty to afford a one bedroom apartment.
She sat on her bed and wondered about the clients she’d meet tonight, while she searched for apartments that would be rentable in four weeks’ time.
***
The week for Jack was grueling. He’d tried to work on some investing and he’d even kept up with paperwork, for the most part. He’d still have his regular Sunday night brawl with the paper shredder, but at least he wouldn’t be drowning in it like he had last Sunday. Already he was looking forward to seeing Rosita again. He might pick another girl, just to change things up, but if Rosita was on for the night he knew he’d more than likely be her client.
The door to his business jingled and he smiled when he recognized Mark’s daughter, Stacey walk in. Man she’d grown into a beautiful woman. All that red, curly hair and a long, lean figure. Jack knew the men must be sniffing at her like she was the choicest cut of meat at the market. He couldn’t blame them. “Hey Stacey.”
“Hi Jack,” she smiled. “Dad wanted me to come down and see if you had any faucet fixtures. I have no idea what he needs so he sent me with a sample.” Jack watched as she pulled out a particularly dirty section of faucet from a bag. He took it in his hands and nodded.
“Give me a few minutes and I’ll get all the things he’ll need to get it fixed. Is it just leaking for is it worse than that?”
“Based on everyone’s complaints, I’m going to guess that it’s worse than just a leak.”
Jack smiled again and headed toward the back of the store. He wasn’t surprised when Stacey followed him. As a youngster she’d always been the one to pepper him with questions, often asking one before he could answer the previous one she’d asked. She was close enough now to smell the perfume she’d put on and the thought of Sunday night made his loins ache. He either needed to find a girlfriend who was more than willing to fill his bed or earn more money. Madam Charlotte’s was the absolute best, but that didn’t come cheap. Not cheap enough for a more than once a week visit anyway.
Jack finally scrounged up everything he’d need to get Mark’s faucet fixed right. He figured the total and told Stacey. “I can put it on your dad’s tab if need be.”
“No, that’s okay. I’ll pay for it. Just keep it between you and me okay?” she smiled and Jack nodded with a wink.
“I won’t tell a soul,” he chuckled.
***
Stacey took the bag and her receipt for the purchase. Jumping up on the counter she kissed Jack on the cheek. “Thanks Jack. I’ll see you around.”
She’d forgotten how good looking he was, Stacey thought as she exited the hardware store. She’d had a girlhood crush on Jack for years when she’d been younger. As she’d grown it’d turned into something more primal, something hotter than just that first hormonal notice of a man who looked good and wasn’t related. She’d eventually gotten over it, but that didn’t change the fact that Jack Thornton was damn good looking for a man his age.
He had salt and pepper hair that gave him an air of maturity that matched well with his easy going personality. He was patient and kind, always spending the time to answer her questions as a girl. He’d never made her feel dumb or unimportant, despite her brothers’ constant battering. Jack had been her champion, even if he didn’t know it.
She smiled, thinking it’d be interesting if he ever came into the boutique. She’d have to decline on personal reasons from taking him as a client, but it’d make for quite the dinner conversation. She chuckled about the oddity of it all the way to her car.
By the time Sunday rolled around Stacey was looking forward to work. Mass had been bearable and dinner was its normal course of food and arguments, bickering back and forth about football and whether or not her brother Jimmy’s girlfriend Stella was the one or not. She left for work, breathing a sigh of relief. The four or five hours of bliss she’d provide some lucky men would more than make up for the enduring press of her family’s overbearing nosiness.
She stepped into her room and changed into her go-to outfit. She knew her first client was a big fan of BDSM and so she’d chosen a schoolgirl outfit for tonight. The red and black plaid skirt went well with her knee high stockings and the button down white top that she left unbuttoned and only tied together at the ends. Her hair she’d piled high in her blonde wig. She stepped out into the reception area and wrote her name on the wall. Then she’d retreated to her room knowing it wouldn’t be long until a client came her way.
***
Jack stepped into a pastel room that spoke of the type of naughty sex he liked once in a while. He wasn’t a hardcore BDSM sort of man, but once in a while he liked the kink that could add some serious passion and spice to sex. He hoped the woman he’d chosen was up for it as well. He could admit to feeling a slight disappointment that Rosita hadn’t been on the board, but it wasn’t as if there weren’t any women here who could satisfy him quite nicely.
He walked around the room while he waited and checked out the bed, which had been outfitted for the BDSM he knew some men and women alike preferred. He thought for a minute that there might be a place like this for women to frequent, although he imagined they had a much less difficult time finding sex than the average man did. The rings on the bed posts were nicely bolted and he found scarves sitting out already. Whoever his girl was knew what he liked and that pleased him already. She came in quickly, putting her things down in their designated spot. He noticed immediately that she’d traded her blonde choppy hair for gorgeous red curls. Her school girl outfit worked well for the BDSM fantasy he had.
“Your natural hair works better,” he said softly. She looked up and smiled before recognition filled her eyes. Jack nearly swallowed his tongue as his eyes roamed over a body that screamed sex. It was as if in slow motion life had thrown him a nightmare, for here was his best friend’s daughter in a sex shop looking like a goddess who answered to men’s most insane sexual fantasies. “Jesus Stacey, what the hell are you doing here?”
“I’d think it’d be pretty obvious,” she smirked, continuing to put things in her bag. She pulled out a scarf and stepped closer to him. “Now Jack, we can pretend that this is just another night for both of us, or we can ruin it by announcing our conflict of interest if you will. I need the money and you need the release. I’m not going to judge you for what you need, I don’t expect you to judge me for what I need either.”
“But,” he stammered. His mind was already blurring as she set the scarf in his hands.
“Let’s try this. I’ll blindfold you and you can pretend that I’m not a woman you know. Because truthfully Jack,” Stacey whispered close to his ear. “I’ve always wondered how good it’d be to let you have me. Barely able to shave my legs by myself I wondered, even then.”
Chapter Four: Damned Consequences
Jack couldn’t fight the erection that bulged against his jeans. His best friend’s daughter or not, Stacey was beyond beautiful and she clearly didn’t have a problem meeting his needs. He couldn’t exactly afford to turn her in and lose out on the night. Stuck between lusty need and a miserable self-made hand job, Jack touched her hips and pulled her closer to him so that her pelvis touched his. He watched her eyes light up with interest and arousal.
He took the scarf and gently tied her hands together, securing them to the highest ring post, stre
tching her arms high and giving him easy access to her body. It didn’t take long to put her acquaintance from his mind as lust swept through him. She was a gorgeous woman and the fact that she was willingly letting him have her thrilled him. He took a scarf on the bed and with her green eyes shining at him tied it gently around her eyes. “I want every fantasy you’ve ever had to come true tonight and I’ll pay handsomely for the privilege.”
She trembled as his breath touched her skin. He undid the tie to her shirt and opened it to get a good look at her gorgeous breasts that moved with every breath she took. She’d adorned them in a white lace bra that spoke of innocence and only fueled his own excitement. The war within him to rush was constant. He wanted her fantasies, to be the culmination of them. Rushing wouldn’t do now. Taking her mouth, Jack let her flavor soak him as she eagerly met him. Her tongue slid into his mouth and her moan drew him in. His hands found her hips and Jack let his hands travel down the length of her thighs. Leaving her mouth Jack let his lips travel down to her neck as he moved his hands back up her body. He cupped her breasts, watching as her beautifully pink nipples tightened at his touch. He flicked a thumb over each of them and smiled when she moaned. She was the one getting paid, but he was the one who’d give the pleasure. Easily undoing her bra, Jack pulled it off her breasts, immediately taking one long pull of her and suckling until she squirmed against the tie on her hands. “Jack,” she whispered, need roughening her voice.
“Mm,” he murmured. “You’re going to feel so good.” He turned her, pressing his lips to her neck as he pulled her shirt back. It couldn’t come off because her hands were tied, but the allure of leaving her half-dressed was too much to push aside. He used his hands to lift her skirt, loving the way her panties hugged her shapely ass. “I want to fill you Stacey.”
***
Stacey knew that tonight would be different. No matter who she had next or in the next year, she’d never fulfill what Jack was giving her. Her fantasies couldn’t touch actually being with him. Her body ached, even with all she’d had, to know him. She felt his hands on her hips and pressed her ass into his crotch, moaning when his erection butted up against her yearning body. Not being able to see was so damn hot. She could already feel her body preparing to receive the fullness of him. “I’m so wet,” she moaned. Hearing Jack swear under his breath made her smile. Thankfully she wasn’t the only one who was wanting. Wiggling her ass, Stacey felt Jack’s hands on her again, pulling her soaked panties down.
“You are wet,” Jack said
“Imagine how good it’ll feel when you’re inside me.”
“Don’t tempt me,” Jack chuckled. Stacey could feel his hand sliding up her thigh and hoped he’d touch her. When he reached between her legs, she arched toward him, separating her thighs to give him easier access. His warm fingers filled her, penetrating her warm pussy. He easily found her clit and massaged it as his fingers continued to plunge into her with a rhythm that drover her higher. Little did she know that Jack was already waiting for her and when she came on a cry of pleasure he filled her, deeply sheathing himself in the inviting wetness of her body.
Automatically her body pressed against him, needing the feel of his body to hold her upright. Jack untied her hands and led her to the bed, using the edge as leverage. His cock throbbed inside her, pulsing to a beat that he was helpless to alter. His body strained for release and couldn’t hold back now that he felt her tight body around him. He took her harder, ruthlessly driving himself deeper so that she moaned and gasped with each thrust. Raising her skirt up Jack brought his hand down on her ass, loving the sound of her moan. He’d never hurt a woman during intercourse and the light spanking was only meant to arouse. Jack smiled when he felt Stacey build around him. Her body met him now, thrusting against him in a desperate rush. She came on a loud cry of his name and enjoyed the way he filled her when his own orgasm raced through him. He knew the routine well enough by now, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t wishing he could pull her to him for a little post coital snuggling.
“I’ve never been with anyone like that Stacey,” Jack said softly. “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. I’ll leave a tip at the front desk for you. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome Jack,” she replied confidently. “I trust you’ll be back. This is the only BDSM room so I’m counting on it.” She smiled and then exited to her bathroom to freshen up. Jack didn’t like the part of him that wanted to keep her to himself. He’d felt the same for Rosita initially, but with Stacey it was different. Although tonight had altered things considerably between them, she was like a daughter to him, without actually being so. He wanted to shelter her. He’d have to come to grips with the fact that she worked here of her own free will. He knew he wouldn’t be letting her secret slip.
He drove home that night and tried miserably to get Stacey out of his mind. It was often that way on Sunday nights, but when he woke on Monday morning with her still solidly lodged there Jack wondered about the difference. She was beautiful and talented and smart. She obviously had ambition and motivation. Hopefully she’d run with all of her talents and motivation and make something amazing from her life. Not that he was complaining, but he hoped she’d quit the boutique and settle down into something nicer before too long. Although he knew the draw of easy, quick money; he knew that what she did to make it wasn’t as easy as it seemed from the outside.
He was home nearly an hour before he heard a knock on his door. Looking through his upstairs bedroom window he saw Stacey’s car in the drive. He came downstairs and swung the door open.
***
Stacey didn’t know if she was insane or desperate, but it’d be a miracle if tomorrow wasn’t as bleak as it was right now. She only hoped that Jack could sort it all out for her. “Stacey?”
“Hi Jack,” she said softly. “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” he said, stepping back to give her room to walk through the doorway. “Can I get you a drink?”
“A screwdriver would be nice,” she smiled. He poured her a vodka and orange juice, stirring before he handed it to her. She took a long sip before she spoke again. “I think I’m losing my mind.”
“Why?” Jack asked with a chuckle.
“I quit my job tonight,” she said. “It’s the most profitable job I’ve ever had and I let it go.”
“Okay.”
“Jack I…I want to be with you. Not just in a room somewhere because you paid for my time. I want to know your dreams and the things that excite you, the things that scare you. I-“ He took her hands and pulled her close. His mouth found hers and sank into the heat that erupted between them. He took his time now, arousing her slowly so that she sighed against him.
“I’ve never looked at you like a woman until tonight,” Jack said as he pressed his forehead to hers. “I was shocked at first, when you stepped into the room. Then there was nothing but the incredible heat I felt for you. You’ve become such an amazing young woman and I can’t get you out of my head. I’m not so sure your father will be too pleased.”
“My father has no say in who I see, even if he’d like to think he does.” Stacey wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled. “Make love to me Jack.”
“Sweet Mary what you do to me.” She walked away from him in the direction of his bedroom, at least she hoped it was the right direction. Turning back she smirked. “And Jack? Bring the ties. I like it when you bind me.”
***
His blood was already pumping through him when he followed her. He took two ties from his closet and turned to see his best friend’s daughter sitting provocatively on his bed. Arousal burst through him in an instant when she smiled at him. They made love and Jack used the ties to arouse Stacey until she writhed beneath him. When she fell asleep he stayed up, wondering how he was going to remedy the idea of being with her on a relationship level and keeping his face intact when her father found out.
Jack woke Stacey the next morning with coffee and a bagel. “I wasn’t sure what you
liked on yours so I brought cream cheese and butter.”
“Thank you,” she smiled. He felt her lips against his cheek and smiled. She looked so good all sleepy eyed and rumpled from their frisky night. It made him want her all over again.
“When you get done you can shower and then I’ll take you home.”
“There’s no need,” she smiled and moaned her approval when she bit into her bagel. “These are amazing. And I can drive myself home.”
“I need to speak with your parents.”
She looked up and Jack knew she was analyzing him. “You’re going to tell them what I’ve been doing?”
“No,” she sighed. “Although it wouldn’t hurt you to, but that’s your business. I want to tell them that I’d like to date you.”
“Seriously?” she stammered. “Jack, I thought this was going to stay between us?”
“And how do you suppose that’ll go over when you’re spending time away from home overnight and family functions pop up? Do we ignore each other and pretend we aren’t finding every opportunity to put our hands on each other? Or do we hope we don’t get caught by someone when I pin you in the shed for a quickie?”
The mere idea of taking her in such a manner had him aching. “I just…I’m not sure I’m ready to tell my parents that I’m involved with you.”
“Ready or not darling it needs to be done. I won’t sneak around with you and have your dad pummel me when he finds out. If we’re upfront with him now he’ll be pissed, but at least he’ll know our intentions. We can leave as soon as we’re done if you want, but I need to tell them that my intentions toward you are noble. Yes I’m taking you to my bed, gladly, but that doesn’t mean I see you as an easy piece of ass. I respect you and have cared for you since you were little. That caring hasn’t changed, it’s just evolved.”
Chapter Five: Happy Endings
Stacey wasn’t thrilled with the idea, but she knew that she wouldn’t say anything to persuade Jack otherwise. Her yearning for him gave him permission to spill his guts. She’d gladly take the wrath of her parents in order to be free with him. She just hoped her parents wouldn’t turn away from her because of it. She drove behind him on the way to her parent’s house, her hands trembling the whole way. She pulled into the driveway while Jack parked on the street. He held out his hand to her and she took it, feeling safe and secure. She was thankful that she didn’t feel like a little girl with him; that would certainly have ruined everything from the start.
