Jack

"If it gets up to $200 a barrel, I can quite coaching and retire." Clark grinned widely. Jack glared at him and a streak of passing car headlight from out the stained glass window reflected off his bald head. "Don't you fucking do that. You cost me a lot of money. You can't be thinking like that." The other two men looked away, feeling awkward at where this conversation was going. "More drinks, gentlemen?" The waiter in his tuxedo vest and bow tie had snuck up on the group. All four were in their usual black suits. Jack and Clark both burst out laughing. "You shut the fuck up," Clark pointed at him. His dark skin made his features hard to see in the dim club lights. "At $200, you won't care who's coaching for you, [Read more...]

"George Bush claimed he talked to God every morning." The group of men all chuckled. Jack raised his glass and piped up, "Thank God for Canadian atheists!" The other three men raised their glasses and, each laughing called out, "Here, here!" Each then sipped their drink. The four men all wore black suits. Jack was the oldest and in the best shape of them. He wore a purple tie under his jacket. "So, Jack?" Clark was the largest of the group and sat to Jack's right. Not out of shape, but he had the build of a defensive lineman. His skin was a dark brown with a tight afro of brown hair. His tied was red over a black shirt. "Tell us of this woman who holds your leash." "Which one?" The other three laughed again. "I have my toy, [Read more...]

"Ouch!" Mary-Jo screamed and bit into Tina's shoulder. Jack was amazed how easily her ribs had broken. He released the pressure on her. "You, okay?" Tina, a large blonde, was curled on the bed underneath Mary-Jo. Jack pulled back, waiting to make sure she did not think he did it on purpose. "My lady?" Mary-Jo kept a hand on the spot where the break in her ribs was. She got off of Tina gingerly and checked. "You broke my ribs." Jack got off the bed. He had been inside of Mary-Jo in the doggy position, with Mary-Jo on top of her friend Tina. The two women had been making out in an awkward sense with neither completely comfortable with the threesome situation. "I'm sorry." Jack got off his knees on the bed and stood at the foot. He [Read more...]

"When will you be here?" Mary-Jo's voice squeaked over the phone's hands-free speaker. Jack flipped his Blackberry mouse roller and found the calendar. "Thursday at nine in the morning." He put the phone back down on the tv tray beside his recliner. "Okay, I work until five. And Friday as well." Jack rolled his eyes and put one hand on top of the blonde's head. "I'm a big boy. Besides, I have some business to take care of." His other hand scratched his salt and pepper goatee before adjusting the leather collar around his neck. "Okay. I will make you dinner on Friday." Jack glanced down. The woman's blonde hair was half way down her naked back. Her hair covered the view so he could not watch as she swallowed his erection. "Sounds like [Read more...]

Jack sat in the leather swivel chair watching sports replays on mute. Sunlight was just starting to flow in through the window above his bed. He had surprised himself when he call Mary-Jo again. He picked up the phone only five minutes after getting home. "Hello?" she answered out of breath. "Mary-Jo, it's Jack." "Yes, sir." Jack heard a catch in her breath. He had been so right about her. A conservative Christian he was helping to rebel out of her shell. She would react with disgust if spoken to about the lifestyle Jack had introduced her to, but she was secretly curious and thrilled to be invited on the ride of pleasures he offered. "I am sending you a plane ticket." He smiled and waited for the bubble to burst. Her [Read more...]

Jack walked into the pub. His six foot tall frame covered by a black tie, black shirt, and black suit. His hand scratched his salt and pepper goatee. Dark glasses allowed his eyes to wander unobserved. The bar was half full. It was dimly lit featuring mahogany furniture and stained glass light shades. Jack scanned the patrons. Most were of the gothic set, making him feel like the senior vampyre. The music was a haunting jazz piano solo that he did not recognize. "Jazz in Tennessee. Who knew," Jack whispered to himself. He then saw her. She was too obvious to miss. Three younger women, Jack guessed mid-20s, were at the far end of the bar. Two long haired brunettes were both skinny and in non descript black dresses. They were near twins in [Read more...]

"Was that her?" Jack checked his rear view mirror. Amongst the traffic his blue eyes picked out the grey Chevy hatchback. Due to the sunlight it was hard to see the driver as it reflected off the windshield. He had first noticed the vehicle as he cruised along in the middle lane of the highway. He was getting closer as traffic began to slow. Like his own truck, the gray car was covered in muck from the winter driving. The windows were all sandy looking and snow tufts rode along the back tires. He remembered the first time he had seen the car... --- Eight years ago... Jack sipped his coffee. The coffee shop was near empty. The walls were a darkened salmon with glass fixtures along the counter. Wooden looking furniture scattered about [Read more...]