the Leathermines

The two apartment situation was good for them.  They lived within sight of each other, spent nights with each other, worked with each other.  It was also good when they could have some time away from each other.

This morning, Jackie’s note on her kitchen window said, ‘Smoothies?’.  She taped it up and went to get dressed.  She heard the door to her apartment open and close as she was in the bathroom, trying out some of the make-up Mary had gotten her.  There was a chuckle at the doorway.

“I look like a clown.”

Mark’s hand went to her shoulder and then slid down to her ass as he stepped into the bathroom.  “No, you don’t, babe.  You don’t need it.  You are beautiful.  Mary has been pushing at you again, hasn’t she?”

Jackie nodded and looked at the color she had just smeared on her eyelids.  The color palate had said mauve, but it looked like pinky purple with just a bit of brown to her.  She took a tissue and wiped at her eyes until most of the color was off.  Mark waited until the woman in his arms settled down a little before going in for a kiss.

Marks hands always ended up holding onto Jackie’s ass.  She had objected when they first were going out, but now she liked it.  He made no bones about his love of her butt and she was liking herself more, too.  It showed in many ways, but Mark just liked Jackie for herself.

It was a weekday.  They couldn’t just hop into bed, which both of them wanted that morning.  Mark had most of his work clothes on, his suit jacket hanging up next to his coat in the little hall.  Jackie still had to put her blouse on and that was cause for some distraction.

Mark held Jackie and started to kiss down her neck, heading for her breasts.  Her hands held his shoulders, feeling the heat coming from them from his morning weight lifting work out.  He had gotten level with her breasts, nuzzling into one when the phone rang.

They both laughed.  He got off his knee and brushed absently at it as Jackie went to answer the phone.

“... Hey!...  Um, not that I know of-”  Jackie pulled her new laptop open and looked for the calendar.  “Hold on.  Yes, I’m looking.”

Mark saw that whomever it was had taken all of Jackies’ attention.  She had mentioned smoothies, so he went ahead and started to make some.  He had introduced her to them after he had gained a few pounds from her baking.  He really liked her cooking, and just eating with her in general.  Mark worked out every day and did eat about twice as much as most people he knew.  When he started to go out with Jackie, he didn’t have to hide his appetite and she had started to make amazing crumbles and cakes and things he did not know the names of, but were almost as sweet as her lips.

He looked at her through the archway into the main room.  She seemed slightly unhappy, but had a smile on her face anyway.  It was a different smile.  He liked any smile on her face, it rounded her cheeks even more and brought a sparkle to her eyes.  It had been her eyes that had caught him years ago, even before she had gained the weight and had gained her magnificent ass.  He had been sorry when some of it went away when she had started to have smoothies with him for breakfast, and the workouts they had, both on and off the machines in his apartment.

Mark wasn’t paying attention and started the blender while Jackie was still on the phone.  Jackie covered the phone with her hand and yelled at him.  He couldn’t hear what she had said and stopped the blender.

“... No, Mom.  That’s- What?”  She put her hand over her eyes and Mark could tell Jackie was suddenly fighting a headache.  There was a small sigh before she said, “His name is Mark.”  He could hear the raise in volume from the other end of the phone.  “No, I’m not going to hide him, Mom.  It’s hard to do when he lives-”

Mark leaned on the counter and watched as Jackie sat back on her futon couch.  Her eyes were closed as she involuntarily nodded and shook her head slightly to what her mother was saying.  She seemed tired, her energy draining as he watched.

“O.k., Mom.  I’ll send you an email-”  She clenched her eyes shut.  “It is easier for me and it will get you the information instantly.  That is why I bought it for you.”  There was a small smile.  “‘K.  I’ll talk to you.  Love you!”

It took a few deep breaths before Jackie was able to sit up and look at Mark.  He kept looking at her until she stood and came to him in the kitchen.  His arms were open and she stepped into them, relaxing as he just held her.

“That...was my Mom.”

Mark nodded into her hair.  “I gathered.”  He waited, knowing she would tell him if he were patient.

There was a sigh and she looked at him.  “She is coming into town in about two weeks.”

Mark expected more.  He waited and when she did not say any more, he dryly kissed her on the lips before saying, “Had you not told her?”

She shook her head.  She pushed slightly away but did not leave his embrace.  “She stopped nagging at me a few years ago.  It didn’t help how I was feeling after I broke up with my last boyfriend.”  She smiled, making Mark smile back.  “I wanted to know this was going to last-”

Mark drew her in and kissed her.  Hard.  Fiercely.

They stepped away from each other after a moment, Mark’s hand still on her.  “I’m not letting you go after waiting that long.”

Things were still unsettled between them, but work was looming.  They made and drank smoothies, talking between gulps about the next conference the company was going to send people to.  They had started talking while eating together, out of necessity.  If they tried to talk at other times, they distracted each other, sometimes not finishing sentences before kissing again.

They were going down the stairs to the car when Jackie picked a whisker off the shoulder of her suit jacket.  She held it up so Mark could see it as he followed her down the steps.  “The other woman keeps shedding on my clothes.”

He chuckled.  “She isn’t that jealous, babe.”  They both laughed.  Mark knew that his Mom’s cat...his cat adored Jackie.  She had gone through several names while she had been in his apartment.  She had started as Pywacket.  He had started to call her Wacky when he inherited the black and white cat.  Jackie had been introduced to the cat, Wacky sniffing her up and down twice before disappearing into Mark’s bedroom for the evening.

Jackie and Mark had kept their hands mostly to themselves until the movie was over.  They looked at each other and had bolted for the bedroom.  Mark remembered that Wacky was right in the middle of the bed and would not move.  They had started to kiss and make out on the end of the bed, anyway.  The cat would not move.

Mark had moved Wacky from the bed by lifting her up, blankets and all and dumping her on the floor.  Mark had been on top of Jackie, trying to last and bring her to the elusive orgasm when Wacky had jumped up on his back, purring madly away.

She was referred to as the Purminator after that.

 

It was right into the usual company business when Mark and Jackie stepped off the elevator.  They were both managers in the department, Mark in charge of client relations, Jackie the final word in the statistical numbers.  Their third manager came up with a look in her eye as she held a folder as if it were a shield.

Mrs. Francis, Mary to the other managers and department heads, pulled them along with her and into her office.  Her look softened slightly when she saw that Jackie had tried to use some of the cosmetics she had bought for her.  That was just a flash before the anger came back.

The door closed and she sat against her desk, looking at the floor before saying, in a calm, measured tone, “Do either of you know about the Jacobson-Kilroy account?”

Jackie shook her head and Mark shrugged.  “Doesn’t sound familiar.  What’s up, Mary?”

She handed the folder to Mark and looked between them.  “It is an account that was assigned to this department.  Evidently two months ago.”

Mark was quiet.  Jackie felt lost.  “Mary...I thought we went over all the accounts two weeks ago in prep for the conference coming up.”

She nodded and stood up, rocking back and forth in her heels as she looked at the folder with a murderous look in her eye.  “A misfile.  It was under closed receipts.”

Mark did not swear, much.  When he did, it meant something extra.  “Fuck.  Another of the things we are cleaning up from Bev taking her girls with her?”

Mary shrugged and kept rocking onto her heels.  “We may never know.  I only found out about that this morning because one of their VP’s is coming in to meet us.”

“That is unusual.”  Jackie tried to remember the last time a client had come to see them, not met at a conference or been invited for a special, tailored presentation.

“Two days.  We have two days to find out all we can about them.  I’m looking into their background.  I need you two to-”

Jackie had been handed the folder and the look on her face stopped Mary.  Jackie handed the folder back to Mark without looking at more than the front page, a print out of the client companies board of directors.  Jackie looked at Mary and said, “Can I take my vacation?  Now?”

Mark held Jackie and pressed his lips into her cheek.  “Jackie, what’s wrong?”

She leaned against him and sighed.  “It wouldn’t be VP Jeff Glass coming, would it?”

Mary nodded and took the folder so Mark’s arms could hold Jackie fully.  “Called Frank directly, surprised the hell out of him.”

Jackie didn’t care that it was not professional conduct right then.  First her Mother decides that she needed to come into town and then Jeff pops back into her life-

“Damnit!  I’m going to kill her!”

Mark dropped his hands and stepped away from Jackie.  He had rarely seen her angry but when she was, she looked like she could have torn any professional boxer limb from limb.  “Babe...?”

Jackie looked from Mary to Mark.  “The call this morning?  The ride in gave her enough time.  What part of ‘he is a jerk-faced dickwad’ does my Mom not understand?”

Mary caught on and said, “So you know Mr. Glass?”  There was a smile that she was trying to cover as she leaned against the desk again.

Mark laughed in a burst and then quieted himself.  Jackie motioned for the chair and sat.  “I don’t talk about him.  He was the last man I was with, almost a decade ago.”  Jackie looked up at Mark.

“VP.  Did well for himself.”  There was an edge to Mark’s tone that could have cut steel.

“Mary, did Kilroy whatever acquire several large manufacturing firms in the last ten years?”

Mrs. Francis looked at the folder and scanned.  She nodded.  “Shoes.  Basketball and foot ball, sorry, soccer ball factory.  Car seat covers...”  She looked up and saw the scrunch between Jackie’s brows.  “All leather goods.  I thought they were a paper company.”

“We will have to see.  But now I know how he got to be VP.  Glass Auto was near my home town.  The car seats.  Jeff was the owner’s son.  I...I think Mr. Glass died about four years ago.  Which means J and K got them about four ago?”

Mary looked and nodded.  “That is why you do the numbers, Jackie.  Pegged it.”  She threw the folder onto her desk and crossed her arms as she looked at Jackie.  “This isn’t going to be a conflict of interest, is it?”

Jackie was surprised at herself for what came out of her mouth.  “Damned straight there will be a conflict.”  She put her hand over her mouth.  “I moved here to get away from him.”  Jackie looked up at Mark and took one of his hands.  “This isn’t professional, but you need to know the last thing he said to me was that I was too old to interest anyone and that I was going to die fat and alone.”

“Forty three is not old.  And I would force feed you if I thought you were loosing too much weight.”

Jackie tried to not smile, but she couldn’t help it.  “I was thirty five, hun.”

Mark went to one knee and kissed her.  “Not aged enough, yet.”

They pressed their foreheads together.  Jackie felt better knowing that Mark was there for her.  Mary put hands on both their shoulders and they looked up at her.

“We have less than two days.  The business part is easy for us.”  Mary bent down and kissed Jackie on the cheek.  “We need this to go smoothly, and I think that making him pee in his pants when he sees you will make our side go very smooth.”

 

The itinerary for the VP was both very tight and very loose.  He was picked up at his hotel by one of the corporations’ cars, the driver instructed to take it steady and not to speed.  The route showed off the city a little, a tour before Mr. Glass was to make a tour of the company.

There was a small group in the lobby of the building waiting for him.  His coat was taken from him.  He was motioned to the elevator.  Someone offered him a towel to get the cold wet from his trip from the car to the building off his head.  The elevator door opened and he stepped out.

Mr. Damion held out his hand and greeted Mr. Glass.  There were a few words said back and forth, the pale necessities of business courtesy.  The department head motioned towards their conference room and Mr. Glass led the way.

The conference room had a few people in it, a selection of sparkling water and bottled juices lined up down the middle of the table.  Mr. Glass approved, seeing at least one brand they would have had to import from his region.  They did their research, and that was what his company was paying them for.

There were three people at the head of the table, the three managers that were below the department head.  Jeff looked up as they were introduced, his jaw dropping when he recognized Jackie.

Her mom had contacted him through his sister, a close friend of Jackie’s sister.  The message was almost a victory dance, telling him that he had lost the best woman in his life.  He had known that she was working for the research firm J&K used, her mother loved to keep him informed of things like that.  She had sent the message and it infuriated him to the point he made arrangements to see the department she worked in.

The last time Jeff had seen her, she had been a whiney little bitch trying to get things from his apartment.  He had owned her for a year.  She had the nerve back then to tell him that it was over and try to take her skinny ass away.  He had been able to bring her back for about a month and then she left.  He remembered the last time he had seen her, but it did not prepare him for this.

Jackie was one of the managers.  He had not known that.  She was wearing a good pants suit with a lacy camisole top under the jacket, something she never would have worn at work when they were together.  Her hair was up and elegant and she had flawless skin with just the impression of make-up on.

It was after he had taken that in that he saw that she was twice the size he had last seen her.  He smirked, until he saw that most of the men in the room other than himself were looking at her admiringly.  The male manager and the department head among them.

His jaw dropped further when she smiled at him and stepped forward to shake his hand as if she didn’t know him.  The other managers shook his hand but stepped back as Jackie made the presentation.

Jeff sat there and felt his world spin off center.  She was tight and concise, getting to the heart of his company’s needs, and the direction it looked like they were going.  She was done in about fifteen minutes, stepping back and letting the next person, Mr. Hancock, do his presentation.  He was not as concise, but he knew how to finesse the numbers Jackie had just presented, leading those listening to reasons they were going to use the research.  The third manager, the older Mrs. Francis, stepped up and brought out the ways to use the research, the profitable and PR angles high profile in her part.

He was impressed.  It was a good presentation.  He was expecting a boring presentation, and then a chance to wander around to find Jackie.  Having her be front and center threw him off his game.

Mr. Damion came up to Jeff and made a little small talk.  Jeff’s eye followed Jackie as she left, seeing Mr. Hancock let her out first in more than a gentlemanly way.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Damion.  If I could talk to the first presenter?  Her numbers were...impressive.”

The department head nodded and motioned to the door.  “Please, talk to whomever you would like.  In about half an hour, I would be pleased to have lunch with you so we can discuss how we can work with you better.”

Jeff nodded and got up from his chair, taking his bottled drink with him.  He looked around and thought he saw where Jackie had gone.  He went that direction and found that he had several of the company’s women talking among the cubicles in front of him.  They all were well dressed, and all were larger than he liked his women.

There was a smile on one of them.  “Can we help you?”

“Jackie Delany?”  He went the direction she pointed.

Jeff looked around as he made his way back through the maze of cubicles.  The men were wearing good, tailored suits, even the ones that seemed to be doing menial things.  The women were all impeccably dressed.  He was impressed again.  He didn’t want to admit it, but if the employees were all like that, they paid their people well.

He found the offices along the side of the open area.  The doors were open and he looked in.  The three managers were in one of the offices.  They were around one of the desks looking at something.  He tapped on the doorframe and they turned, a flash of something not nice on each of their faces before the smiles were put on.

“Miss Delany, could I speak with you?”

The other two managers nodded to each other and left, leaving the door open.  Jeff closed the door and stood against it.

Jackie leaned against her desk, trying to not let the fear she was feeling show.  “It has been a while, Jeff.”

He didn’t go for the pleasantries.  “JacquiLynne Rose Delany.”

That should not have shaken her, but it did.  She smiled and crossed her arms under her breasts.  “Jeffrey Hunter Glass.”

He had seen a little shake in her facade, but she was not crumbling as easily as she once did.  Using her full name had always made her comply with him.  She had changed.  He wasn’t sure he liked it.

Jeff stepped forward and tried to loom over her.  It didn’t seem to be working.  He wasn’t all that much taller than Jackie, but she had not seemed so...big before.  He smiled at that.  She had become big.  Then the smile faded.

He motioned generally around him and said, “Good job.  You have proven to me you can make it on your own-”

“I didn’t do that for you.”

He was waiting for her to say something else, to make the excuses he remembered, to try to get on his good side.  She just looked at him.  He moved closer, almost touching her.  He could see the lines that had started around her eyes, but they were not obvious when she raised an eyebrow and he had a flash go through his groin.

Again, he was not expecting that.  She was fifteen years older than his current girl, at least a hundred pounds heavier.  She was nothing like he remembered, being calm and together, not the scraping piece of ass he had taken from the office at his father’s company.  He felt his dick moving on it’s own and knew he had to have her.

He touched her.  His hand was on her arm and he slid it to her neck.  He saw her swallow, but she did not turn away.  “Your Mother was insistent that I know how you were doing.  They miss you.  Come back and I will treat you as you deserve.”

There was pain in her eyes before she shook her head, saying, “Why?”

“Uh?  Because I am third down in Jacobson and Kilroy and can afford to keep you-”

She shook her head again.  “I’m not the girl I was, Jeff.  I have my own life and I want to live it.”

His body had gotten close enough to touch her.  He had stepped into her, the urge to force a kiss on her strong.  There was a moment where he saw her anger and it made him want her even more.  It was not the fear he liked to see in his girls.  He controlled with that fear.  It was different, and he needed to take her.

There was a knock on the closed door.  He stepped away from her and turned from the door as it opened at Jackie’s call.  He could feel his dick straining against his pants and knew anyone would be able to see it.

“Mr. Glass, I have made reservations for us.”  Mr. Damion was there in the doorway.  The other two managers were behind him.

“Good.”  He turned to Jackie and held out his hand.  She took it as he said, “It is good to catch up, Miss Delany.”

“Jackie will be joining us, Mr Glass.”  The department head motioned and Jeff had to follow his lead.  He hoped that the bulge in his pants was not too obvious as he went through the cubicles to the elevators.

 

The restaurant was about a five minute walk through the cold rain.  They all were soaked before they were in the restaurant, even with coats and umbrellas.  The host at the restaurant had one of the dining room attendants take their coats before leading them to a back, semiprivate room.  The two women looked at each other and excused themselves, going to the bathroom in a small herd as it seemed women did.

Jeff took his jacket off and put it over the back of his chair.  The collar had gotten wet and he hoped it would dry before they were done with food.  He didn’t like the feeling of the cold wool against him.  He saw the younger man with him take his suit jacket off and had to not stare.

The shirt was almost too small for him.  Jeff could see the muscles under the cotton of the shirt, the thick neck of someone who weight lifted.  Jeff felt old right then, knowing his desk job had taken his shape from the linebacker he was to something found on most couches.

The women came back and sat, Mrs Francis next to Jeff and Jackie between Mr. Hancock and Mr. Damion.  Jeff would have liked being next to her, but he could watch her better with people spacing them.

Lunch was ordered.  They ate.  Jackie was as quiet while eating as Jeff remembered.  Mr. Damion and Mrs Francis kept the conversation going, keeping the topics on business and how their company could help his.

The coffee at the end of the meal came and Jeff automatically pulled the container with the cream and sugar cubes away from Jackie.  He did not use either and expected his girls to not, too.  Mrs. Francis took the little tray with the condiments and used them, passing them to Mr. Hancock, who had not taken coffee, who then passed it to Jackie.  She ignored Jeff as she sweetened and lightened her coffee, pushing the tray back towards the center as she took her first sip.

She wasn’t his.  He had to have her.

The meal was done and they went back to the office.  The rain had slowed, not wetting them as it had on the way out.  Mr. Damion kept the conversation going as they went up the elevator, distracting Jeff.  But not enough.

Some people got on the elevator on another floor, making the group move a little.  Jeff saw that Jackie and Mr. Hancock pressed together willingly, the muscle-bound manager’s hand caressing Jackie through her clothing on her back.

He was going to have her.

There was a small informal meeting between Mr. Glass and Mr. Damion to discuss the business arrangements.  It was not needed, but Jeff took that part of his job seriously.  Keeping costs to production balanced was important.

The business reason he was there was done.  There was little excuse to stay, other than the throbbing he had in his pants.  It was starting to hurt.  He needed to have Jackie.  He needed to take her back.

“Dinner?”

Jackie looked up from her desk and frowned.  “I have plans.”

Jeff walked in and closed the door.  He sat in the chair across the desk from Jackie and shook his head.  “That was not a request.”

Jackie put the pen down and leaned back.  “You are not my boss, Jeff.”

He smiled.  “No, I am your client.  If you don’t have dinner with me, I take my business elsewhere.”

He saw her jaw clench.  “You would.”

He waited.  She didn’t whine or plead.  She had changed and every time he saw more strength in her, he wanted to conquer her more.  “Meet me at my hotel at 8.”

She didn’t move.  He got up and left, knowing that she would meet him.  She was a central manager and she would not let his business leave.  He smiled as he was given his coat by one of the underlings, knowing he was going to have her fat ass again.

 

The call from the lobby was unexpected.  It was just before 8 and he was still getting ready.  She was there, waiting for him.  That was unexpected and made him have to adjust his dick in his underwear to keep it from showing too much.

He looked for her when he was off the elevator.  He could not see her.  Jeff became angry until someone moved and she was there.

Hair down, brushing her shoulders with something sparkly in it over a thin-strapped flowing dress.  She had a shawl on over one shoulder, a purse over the other.  She moved and the dress flowed around her, showing off her curves as the silky fabric clung to her.  He saw her legs, the shape above the heels much better than the girl he had back home.  She did not smile, but she walked towards Jeff and stopped, a step away.  He could see the single clear stone she had on a thin chain around her neck, the way it settled on her throat making him want to drag her to his room right then.

“I have reservations at the restaurant here at eight thirty.  I didn’t think you would be here on time.”

He saw her jaw clench before she quietly said, “I always was on time, Jeff.  You kept changing things so I was late.”  She didn’t wait for him and turned, walking slowly to the door into the restaurant.

He caught up with her and opened the door for her.  She was walking carefully, her hips swaying as the unaccustomed heels let her tower over him, giving her an air of power that Jeff was not used to in any of his girls and he wondered why it was turning him on so much.

Jackie went to the bar at a place about halfway down.  She sat, her legs crossing as she perched on the stool.  He had problems keeping his mind straight as he talked to the Maitre d’ about the reservation.

“He can sit us in a few minutes.”

She looked at him an had a small smile.  “Good.  I ordered your bourbon.”

He smiled.  He stopped himself from calling her a good girl.  “Thank you.”

Her cranberry juice was slid across to her when the three fingers of 20 year old bourbon was poured.  They took their drinks and sipped on them.

She looked at him.  He wondered if there was something wrong as she wasn’t saying anything, but kept looking at him.  His eye slid around the room, seeing that the bar was not full, but most of the people there he had seen in the lobby of the hotel.  He had been told it was a three star restaurant, but he suddenly wondered by who’s scale?

“Jackie, how have you been?”  It sounded limp, but it was all he could come out with in public with her staring at him.

She smiled and nodded, saying, “I have been well.  Keeping busy with work and trying out a few new things here and there.”

It was vague.  He saw that it was vague, but it answered what he wanted to know.  She hadn’t started listing off everything she had done since they had seen each other back home.  She was keeping to herself, but that mystery added to his wanting to take her.

“You heard that Dad died.”  She nodded, sipping on her juice.  “It was a heart attack, and I think I know why.  Running a business is hard work.”

There was a slight smirk.  “He was a good businessman, Jeff.  If it wasn’t for him, you would not have been able to both sell the factory and land yourself a VP in who bought you.  You don’t even need to work if you don’t want to.”

He smiled and nodded, leaning on the bar to get slightly closer to her.  “Yes, I am rich, but I couldn’t let them gut the factory.  We had gotten up to 800 people and they would have all lost their jobs.”

Jackie blinked.  That didn’t sound like the Jeff she knew.  She narrowed her eyes slightly before saying, “You saved their jobs?”

He nodded and looked at the bourbon in his hand, the swirl leaving good legs on the inside of the glass.  “The town was hard enough hit when Matron Kelly died and all her sons fought over the property, splitting the town up and selling it off to the highest bidders.”  He looked back at Jackie and saw her soften slightly.  “J and K came in and instead of just selling and living off what they gave me, I made sure they took me and they didn’t move the jobs.”

Jackie shrugged.  “Perhaps you aren’t as much of a dickhead as I remember.”

He could not help but laugh.  “I thought your favorite name for me was dickwad.”

Jackie looked down for a moment.  “I do try to censor myself around my Mother.”

There was a presence behind Jeff and they were escorted to a table.  It was near a wall, but not secluded.  Jeff had wanted something along the wall, but being early, all the booths were taken.  Jackie was seated first, the Maitre d’ holding the chair for her.  Jeff pulled his own chair in and took the menu.

Jackie let Jeff order for the two of them, she only made one modification, asking for rare on her fillet instead of well.  The server took the order and the menu, leaving them to look at each other.

Jackie sat back a little.  She was across from Jeff and he had a flash of wanting to see her legs.  “Jeff, thank you.”

That confused him, but he nodded and said, “You are welcome.  For what?”

“If you hadn’t been prodded by my Mother into doing this, we would have really botched things for your company.”

He shook his head at her talking business over what he wanted to be a seduction dinner.  “I had been wondering why we weren’t getting the reports.”

“One of our supervisors was transferred suddenly and she sabotaged several things when she left.  Your company’s file was in the system, but she had buried it.”

“I hope that more than that will come out of my visit,” he said over his bourbon.

That small lift of her eyebrow caught him again.  A slight incredulousness in how she was looking at him.  As if she was seeing something, and waiting for him to make another move.

Jeff started discussing a few people back home that he knew she had not seen in a while.  That went to how the factory was, and how the leather goods were not just car seat covers, but gloves and other things.  Which led into discussing the various goods J and K made and sold, Jackie finding out that several of the smaller companies that were bought within the last year themselves held companies for the supply chain into the big company.

He tried to not look at anything but her eyes.  It was hard to do.  The dress showed ample cleavage and he wondered if it were glued on with how tight it seemed.  The outer fabric would move as she ate, the little straps seeming to want to slip over her shoulder but never quite making it.  The tops of her breasts were there for him to see and he did not remember them being that nice before.

“It is good to make sure you have your supply chain set today.  Things are so random.”  Jackie was almost done with her steak and frites.  She had let him do most of the talking.  Most of the time, she didn’t like talking while eating, mainly because people usually spoke of meaningless, everyday things.  This was a good conversation, and Jackie was feeling comfortable.

He smiled.  It was not the slimy smile she remembered.  He was relaxed and it felt like they were old friends discussing things.  The business blackmail he used was always hovering in the front of her mind, but Jackie was looking past it.

“Jackie, I have wanted to say this since I saw you in the office.  You are stunning.”

She blushed slightly and smiled.  “Thank you, Jeff.  It seems I had to take some time to grow into myself.”  She was not going to mention that Mary had stuck to her for the two days before Jeff’s arrival making sure Jackie was perfect.

He remembered the last thing he said to her.  He regretted it.  “Your presentation was amazing and you look amazing.  I was an idiot for letting you go.”

Jackie heard part of what he was trying to say.  “You should have treated me better.”

It was blunt.  Jeff sat back and felt some biting words come up.  He swallowed them and looked around.  “That was ten years ago, bunny.”

She shook her head.  “My name is Jackie.  You don’t get to call me that.  If I have to, I will make you call me Miss Delany.”

The tone in her voice was strong.  The look in her eye was steady.  He saw her purse her lips together, a little grease from the meal making her lips shine.  His dick throbbed and he needed her.

“Sounds like we are starting over.”

She nodded, looking down at her plate and then pushing it away.

He stood and moved his chair to be next to her.  He sat and put his hand out.  “Hi.  I’m Jeff.”

Jackie laughed.  She took his hand and said, “I’m Jackie.”

The servers came through and took their plates as Jeff started to talk with Jackie in earnest.  He knew he was pushing it, but he started to tell her how beautiful she was, how intelligent she was, how spectacular she looked.  She took the first few compliments with a slight blush, but was looking at just him as he continued.

He asked if she wanted dessert and she shook her head.  He pulled out all the stops when he said, “I am glad.  No desert here could be as sweet as you.”

She smiled.  It was the first full smile from her.  “That is laying it on just a little thick, don’t you think?”

He moved slightly closer and lowered his voice as he said, “I’m just saying the truth, Jackie.”  His dick was making it’s self known, and he did feel everything he had just said.

Jackie looked around and back to Jeff.  “Thank you.”

“Since we are done with dinner, would you like to take a small walk with me?”

There was a twitch under her eye, but Jackie said, “I’m not really dressed for outside.”

He motioned to the lobby.  “The place is huge.  We can look at the artwork...”

She nodded.  “Let me find the potty and I’ll be right out.”

The table was cleared and the bill was signed to the room while Jackie was in the bathroom.  She knew he was going to try to get her up to his room.  She still did not want him in her life, on any level, but he had been a real person, not such a self-absorbed asshole as he was before.  Then again, she knew how he could turn on the charisma.

Jeff turned when a hand was put on his arm.  He had to look up to see into Jackie’s eyes, and that both did not sit right with him and made him want to try to throw her down and fuck her right there.  He motioned to the lobby of the hotel and she took his arm as they walked.

They made a circuit of the lobby in about five minutes.  The artwork wasn’t spectacular.  The flowers were mostly dried and silk.  The wall covering was starting to show wear in places.  Jeff was not letting up in telling Jackie how she had blossomed while she was away from home, becoming quite a woman.

Jeff stopped them halfway through their second round of the lobby.  It was in front of the elevators.  He had to ask, but he knew what she was going to say, and he knew what he would then tell her.

“Come upstairs with me?”

Jackie’s smile faded.  “I would rather not, Jeff.  It’s getting...  No.  I do not want to go upstairs with you.”

He saw that she had slipped.  She had almost started her whining little excuses.  She had stopped herself and her voice had gotten stronger, looking down at him and telling him no with authority.  He didn’t care if people could see that his dick was hard and making a tent in his pants.

“Then J and K go to-”

She stepped forward and he swallowed hard, not expecting the flash of fear.  “Damn you, Jeff.  O.k..”

Jackie pushed the button on the elevator and waited.  She did not look at him.  She felt him next to her, felt him put his arm around her, holding her around her waist.  She felt that he was not as smooth as he wanted to be.  She knew he was doing this to just get his rocks off, using power to get her to fuck him.  He hadn’t changed at all.

Except this time, she wasn’t scared of him.

The suite was larger than her apartment.  Such a waste on someone who did not appreciate what he had.  Jackie put her purse and shawl on the side chair inside the door.  She did not take off her shoes as she knew that gave her a little advantage.

“Come and sit with me.”

Jeff sat near the center of the couch, motioning to next to him.  He had positioned himself so that she had to touch him, no matter what.  She saw a slight change in what he was telling her to do in her mind.

She sat, putting her legs over his as she leaned her back against the arm of the couch.  She could feel how hard he was against her leg and knew he had been that way for the meal.  He was not sure what to do, but found his hand on her calf, sliding it up and feeling the seam in her stockings.  She had put herself where he could get to her easily, but was looking bored at him.

Jeff leaned against the back of the couch as he leaned towards her, his hand slipping to the top of her stocking and following the garter strap.  “I want you.”

She smiled and nodded.  “I know.”  She moved slightly and crossed her legs, letting his hand go further up and onto her ass, feeling the silky thing she had covering her there.

He leaned in further, but could not reach her to kiss her.  He looked down and went for her cleavage instead.  She was warm and smooth, smelling like caramelized sugar and musk.  The divide between her breasts was heaven.

Jackie had to admit that she was getting turned on.  His hand under her skirt was gripping onto her ass, the fingers slipped under the elastic of the panties.  The face she had in her cleavage was not doing much more than smelling her and kissing, but he was earnest.  She moved slightly and held his head to her breasts, feeling him push back until he found he wasn’t in her cleavage any more and dived back in.  The hand on the back of the couch went to her breast and started to knead at it.

She let him explore her a little, his hand on her ass moving up past her panties and to her back under her dress.  When she felt his other hand start to pull on the top of the dress, she knew it was time to stop that.  She knew how much Mary had spent on the dress and wanted to wear it again.

“Jeff, would you like me to undress?”

She saw a slightly glazed look in his eye as he looked up at her.  He nodded and sat up a little.

Jackie stood from his lap and the couch, becoming nervous again.  She had wanted to talk to Mark about this possibility, but he had gone home, a frustrated look on his face as he had watched Mary dress Jackie in her office.  Jackie knew when Jeff had pulled the blackmail that he was going to get her to his room.  She didn’t mind the thought of him fucking her on some levels, but she wanted to do it on her terms.

There was a zipper in the side of the dress.  She stood, pulling the zipper open slowly as she watched Jeff.  Yes, his bulge was there, and he didn’t care that she could see it.  The dress loosened and Jackie let it slip down her and to the floor.  She stepped out of it and picked it up, bending a little more than she needed to show him her ass.  She had discovered that Mark loved it when she did that, and Jackie saw that Jeff, a self-professed skinny chaser, was on the verge of drooling.

Jackie knew she looked good.  It was a set of lingerie she had purchased a few weeks after Mark and she had been seeing each other.  He had mentioned that it looked like some of her bras hurt when she wore them.  They did, and with much giggling on Jackie’s part and with Mary’s assistance in picking things out, the Saturday night unveiling of the matching black and pink bra, panty and garter-belt set was a great success.

She also knew that she was toning up, muscling up with the help of Mark’s equipment.  She smiled at that and saw that Jeff smiled back.  Mark had been concerned that Jackie was pushing too hard when she started, but saw that she could handle it.  She had been able to bench-press almost 200 pounds the last workout session, and then Mark had pressed her 230 after.

“Fuck, Jackie.  You look-”  His voice trailed off as she hooked her thumbs through the waistband of the panties and started to pull down.

She turned as the panties went over her hips and then down her thighs.  She let him watch her butt be unveiled and then turned as the panties were around her knees before letting them go.  She trailed up her legs, adjusting the seams in the stockings and playing with the lace in the garterstraps as she stood back up to her full height.

He didn’t care that she had a roll of fat on her stomach.  Her ass and legs and breasts all said to him, “Fuck me.”

She sat on his lap, legs on either side of him.  It was one of Mark’s favorite positions, and one she had practice with on the futon couch at home.  Jeff’s face went to the cleavage in the strapless bra as his hands went to her back and down to her ass.  She ground herself into him and he gasped, holding her tighter against himself.

She knew his pants were stained with her.  She liked the thought of him needing to send his pants out to get a stain on the crotch dealt with.  She also was disappointed in herself for having her body want to fuck him.

She pushed him away slightly and looked into his eyes.  “Bedroom?”

He nodded.  She raised herself from him and saw she was right.  The bulge in his pants had both a wet stripe and a wet spot, one from each of them.

He went into the bedroom of the suite, taking his clothing off as he went.  Jackie got her purse and brought it with her into the bedroom.  She pulled out two condoms and threw them on the bed in front of Jeff.

He saw them and looked up at her.  “I hate those things.”

She shook her head and turned, walking out of the bedroom.  “No condom, no fuck.”

He was down to his underwear as he came out of the bedroom.  “Baby!  Come on!”

She turned and put her hands on her hips.  “You do not get to call me that.”

“But!”  He was stunned.  He looked back through the door at the condom wrappers she had thrown onto the bed.  “You know I can’t cum with those on.”

She bent down, her cleavage towards him, to pick up her panties.  “Not my concern.”

“Jackie!  Please!”  He was whining and she sneered at him.

“No condom, no fuck.”

She had started to pull the panties back on, the pink and black silky stuff sliding up her legs and covering her fur.  He watched as she was putting away what he wanted.  What he had to have.

He stepped towards her and tried to push her onto the couch, his other hand on his full crotch, trying to get his dick out.  She stepped into him and put her hand over his, tightening her grip.  He was the one who stumbled, landing on his knees.  He looked up at her as she stood, her hands on her hips.  He wanted her even more.

“I’m not sure you deserve to get that thing near me any more.  Prove yourself to me.”

He did not know when the tables had been turned.  He never let the girls take control.  This woman in font of him towered over him, stepping to within an inch of his nose.  He was staring at the pussy he wanted to fuck, covered with a thin layer over her mound.  He found that his face was pressed to her, kissing her thighs and trying to get to her pussy through the panties.

Jackie had to balance with one hand on the arm of the couch.  The heels were taking her balance, but the extra height had worked.  She held his head to her, feeling that he had fallen from his high horse and to his knees, willing to do what she asked.  The position did not let him do anything really well, but it was the mind-fuck that she wanted right then.

She leaned and then sat on the arm of the couch.  She opened her legs to him and he needed little prompting to be there, his forehead pressed against her tummy as his tongue tried to get to her covered fur.  Jackie leaned back and he went further in, pulling the panties to the side and delving into her pussy.

She did not remember him being this willing to go down on her.  Or this good when he had.  The time apart had been good for him, too.  She watched him, seeing and feeling that all he wanted was what she was willing to give him.

She pushed on his head and stood, looking down her body at him.  She motioned to the bedroom and he started to crawl, getting up to his feet after a few paces.  Jackie smiled but did not laugh.

“Why are you wearing that?”  Her tone was sharp.  He pulled the boxers off and stood by the bed.  She smiled, looking at the dick and his cock.

Jackie motioned to where she had thrown the condoms.  He scrambled and had rolled one onto himself by the time she had knelt with one knee on the bed, holding her own breast through her bra.  She reached around and unhooked the strap, letting the bra hang on her for a moment until she dragged it off of her, letting him see her breasts.

“Fuck!  They’re huge!”  He was on his knees again, looking up her at the heavy breasts above him.

Jackie moved so that she was sitting on the bed, her panties still on, but getting stained from inside as Jeff’s face was between her breasts and his dick was rubbing against her.  She wanted him to fuck her.  She thought about laying back and letting him mount her, but that made something deep in her unhappy.  She let him suck on her nipples for a few minutes as he was dry humping her, feeling that he would last just a thrust or two, even with the condom.

She brought her legs together and his arms went around her.  They were kissing.  There was an animalistic passion in him that she had never seen when they were together.  She was a way for him to get off before.  She wasn’t sure what she was right then, but she was not just going to let him hump and run.

She pulled back and leaned on the bed.  “On your back.”

He looked at the bed and scrambled to be in the middle of the bed, cock in the air for her.  He watched her stand, that ass turning away from him as she crawled onto the bed.  She straddled him and pushed him into her, a gasp and closed eyes showing that she liked it.

She was slow.  He wanted to go fast.  She put her hands on his shoulders, pushing him down enough that he could not reach for her ass, only hold her thighs.  Her high heels were still on and were helping to pin down his legs.  He watched her as she rolled her hips on him, pressing herself into him.

He started to moan, closing his eyes and then having them fly open again so that he could watch her on top of him.  She liked that.  He was paying attention to her like he hadn’t ever done when she was his.  She smiled and changed how she was sitting on him, bringing her breasts down to where he could get to them.

Things flowed and Jackie was having fun, stopping and changing things.  It made him squirm and moan.  She liked being the one in control.

Her back gave a little bit of a warning twitch.  She had been working on strengthening things, but she had to be careful.  She stopped again and climbed off of him.  He was panting, red in the face and looking like he was very close to cumming when she had stopped.

“Wha-?”  He went up to one elbow and watched Jackie get off the bed.  “But-”

She smiled.  She stretched a little and felt where the strain in her back was.  She stood and looked at him, his hand going to his cock and stroking himself through the condom.

“Do you want to be on top to finish yourself off?”

He nodded and shakily got to his knees.  “Yes, please.”

She smiled and put her hand gently on his head when she walked to him.  He had never asked before.

“Let me get to the center.”  She started to move onto the bed and found that his lips were on hers, kissing her deeply.  She let him take the lead and found that she was on her back, his body on top of hers, but not in the usual way.  He was sucking and grasping on her breasts.  His hand went down and pulled on her leg, positioning her so that he could grab her ass.  He ground into her, but was not in her.

He looked into her eyes from above.  He reached between them and rolled his body slightly so he could get to himself.  He was watching her as he pushed into her, smiling as she gasped and half-closed her eyes.  He stroked into her and tried to stay there.  He couldn’t.  He had to keep moving, had to let his body have the release.

Jeff found he was gasping out, “I need to cum!  Please!”

Jackie opened her eyes and looked deep into his.  She nodded and before she could say, ‘Yes,” his cock was throbbing and pulsing as his butt clenched with each shot of cum through his cock.

He collapsed onto her.  Jackie put her arms around him and held him for a few minutes as he gained his breath and composure.

He started to move in her again and she felt something squish.  She tapped the back of his head and said, “We need to deal with that condom.”

He looked up and nodded.  He pulled out, part way through reaching down and holding the condom on his dick.  He took it off and looked for a basket, having to go into the bathroom to find one.

Jeff came out of the bathroom to see Jackie fishing for her underwear off the side of the bed.  Her ass was in the air, pointed at him.  He could not resist.  He was still semi-hard and knew he could get into her without any problem.

Jackie did not know she was vulnerable.  She felt the bed move and then his cock was in her again.  It was unexpected and the first few thrusts felt great, until her mind kicked in and she started to struggle.

“No!”  Jackie tried to move but Jeffs hands were on her hips keeping her on his strengthening cock.  She had been feeling good, but had not gotten close to orgasming.  She felt how good the position was, but knew he didn’t have a condom on.  She had to get him out.

Jeff closed his eyes and felt his cock in her without the stupid condom.  He loved bareback and having just cum, he was very sensitive and had grown fully hard within a few thrusts into her.  He knew she was trying to get away, but he didn’t care.

Jackie struggled and moved, finding some leverage to use to get away from him.  Jeffs hands dug in, but could not hold her.  The heel of one of the shoes caught him and he let go at the pain.  She stood, looking at Jeff’s smugness at having had her without a condom, even for a moment.  Without thinking, she hauled back and struck him across the face.

He was surprised and fell back onto the bed.  He held his jaw and watched as she picked up the panties off the floor.  She climbed onto the bed and onto him.

“You will never rape me again.”  Her voice was cold and his eyes widened.  She could reach the other condom and tore the package open with her teeth as she stuffed his mouth full with her panties.  His hands started for her.  Her hand hovered for a moment before striking him open palm to his cheek.

Jeff was stunned enough he did not do anything as she moved on him and he felt her put the condom on him.  She was on his cock again, but instead of moving on him, she sat there, holding him down and looking into his eyes.

“You have always used the girls in your life.  You have just used me, but you are never going to use me like that.  Ever.  Again.”

His head went back as she moved on his cock and then gasped through her underwear as she let him slide out of her.  He tried to take the panties out and found another hand coming towards his other cheek.  He stopped moving.

She was no longer on him.  He didn’t want to get hit again so he staid where he was watching her.  There was a coldness in her eyes when she looked at him that scared him.  He had felt how strong she was physically, and he was seeing how strong she had gotten mentally.

Jackie pulled her panties from his mouth.  She held them like they were not just dirty but irretrievably stained.  She put them in her purse and started to put her bra on.

Jeff wasn’t sure what to do.  He had a hard-on that was harder than his last one and Jackie was getting dressed.  He was very turned on by her hitting him, her strength.  Seeing her towering over him in the bed, he felt he needed her to overpower him again, to take him, not him taking her.

Jackie stopped stepping into her dress when she heard, “I didn’t make you cum.”

She turned, holding the dress out in front of her and then draping it over her arm.  “You never could.”

He was in the doorway, his cock hard and standing almost against his rounding belly.  “Sure, I did-”  He stopped when he saw the look on her face.

“Jeff, you and I have history.  I thought you had changed, but you just proved you hadn’t.  You do not deserve what you just tried to take.  I don’t care at this point if you take J and K to another firm.  Your pathetic attempt to control me failed.”

He felt his knees weaken and he went to the floor in the doorway.  He watched her get dressed.  She looked around and started for the bedroom again.  He did not get out of the door way.  She stepped over him and he had a wonderful look up her skirt, her naked pussy flashing by him as she walked over him.

Jackie had her purse.  She turned and saw that Jeff was on his knees, his head bowed to her.  “Please, Miss Delany.  How can I please you?”

A thrill went through her.  She felt how wet she still was, even with his shocking attempt on her.  She smiled.

Jackie was sitting on the edge of the bed.  “Come clean out what you shoved in me.”

He crawled.  His face was in her pussy, his tongue trying to go far into her.  He put fingers into her, reaching in and pulling out fluid from deep in her.  He saw that she liked having the fingers in her.  He pumped in and out of her with his hand as his tongue was on her clit.  She leaned slightly back and he was able to get to her better.  Jeff pressed his forehead into her belly and lost himself in giving her head.

He was good.  The sensations were not enough to bring her to orgasm, but she felt a thrill at the power she had taken from him.  It was the thoughts of her, in her heels and with her new muscles, towering over him as he whimpered up at her that pushed what he was doing further.

Jackie had to decide.  Let him fuck her again or just leave?  She looked down at him.  The top of his head was bobbing as she felt his fingers in her.  She wanted Jeff to give her an orgasm, but didn’t think she could relax enough to let him.  It had happened a few times when they were together, but it was so rare that it didn’t count for Jackie.

“Jeff.”  It took a moment for him to look up.  “Go get a towel.”

He crawled part way to the bathroom.  He brought out several of the large, fluffy hotel towels and held them out to her.  She took one and motioned to the floor.

“Spread it out on the floor and kneel on it.”  He did as he was told.  “You can take the condom off.”

Jeff looked at his cock straining at the condom.  She had only had two that he knew of and he desperately wanted to fuck her again.  If he took it off, he wouldn’t be able to fuck her.  He looked back up and looked worried.

She chuckled.  “Oh, no.  You are not having this again.”  She put her hand over her pussy, covering it and feeling how slick she was.

“I really want to fuck you.”

Jackie leaned forward.  “I let you do that and you took advantage of me.  I know you.  You don’t know me.”  She pointed at his crotch and said, “Take it off.”

He did as he was told, leaving it on the corner of the towel.  “What can I do?”

“Jerk off for me.”

He looked from her to his cock several times before he grabbed himself and started stroking.  He watched as her fingers started to play with herself, spreading her pussy lips so he could see where his fingers had just been.  He put his inactive hand to his face and took in a deep breath, smelling her on him as he watched her pleasure herself.

Jeff had to spit in his hand for lube.  He watched her lick her own pussy juices off her finger and put her hand back down over herself.  He watched her as he stroked, feeling the skin under his hand drying out too quickly.  He spit again and looked up at her eyes.

This was not the same girl...Woman as he had known back home.  There was more to her and he wanted her, in whatever way she would let him.  He saw a sharpness in her eyes as she watched him.  Her mind was always working and he found he wanted that, too.

He felt he was close.  “I’m going to cum.”

She smiled.  It was not a kind smile.  “Make sure it is all on the towel.”

The tone of her voice had authority.  He closed his eyes and stroked on himself, quickening the pace until he felt his balls tighten.  He looked at her and she was leaning forward, watching him, her skirt covering her pussy, but letting him see the tops of her stockings and down to her heels.  Those legs had been around him and!

Jackie watched as his body went forward.  He held himself up as the whitish stuff came out of him and onto the towel.  There was a jerking motion from his hips at the peak of his cumming, his body seeming to tremble as he was done.

Jackie stood after a moment.  He looked up at her, a combination of bliss and fear on his face.  She smiled.  “Go take a shower.”  She held out the clean towel to him and he took it, holding it to his chest.

It took a moment for him to be able to move.  He left the cum streaked towel on the floor as he stumbled to the bathroom.  Jackie heard him in the shower before she went to the bathroom herself.

She tried to tidy herself up.  She washed her hands and took the washcloth to several places on her, making sure that she was clean between her legs.  She finger combed her hair and replaced the jeweled barrettes.  Her lipstick was redone and she saw that she was flushed under her make-up.  She looked over and saw that Jeff was watching her from the shower.  She turned and crossed her arms under her breasts.

“I’ll be gone soon.  You take care of yourself, Jeff.”

He stepped out of the running shower, dripping on the tile.  “Jackie...  I’m sorry.  Not just for tonight, but for everything.  I won’t take the company somewhere else.  It was stupid of me to try that.”

She leaned against the counter.  “We are the best.”

He didn’t come near, but she knew he wanted to.  “I hope we can get together again.  Business or... Otherwise.”

She nodded.  Jackie turned and left, hearing him get back into the shower.

 

The ride back to the apartment was full of tears.  All the regrets she had were coming to the surface, tears streaming down her face.  She had to get a tissue from the driver to keep her dress from getting stained with her make-up.

She went to the door of her apartment house and paused.  She went back down the stairs and looked up at Mark’s windows.  She sighed when she saw they were dark.  Jackie waived at the driver as she went inside, not even a false smile on her face.

She trudged up the stairs to her apartment, her shawl over her arm and her shoes in her hand.  They looked great, and if she wore them more, she might have been able to make it to the third floor, but right then, she was too tired to even try.  She leaned against the door with her forehead as she unlocked and unlatched the door.  It pushed open and she followed it inside.

She didn’t bother to hang anything up.  She dropped her purse on the table, but everything else went to the floor on her way to the bedroom.  She still had the garter belt on as she sat on the end of the bed in the dark.  She could feel the fasteners on the end of the straps and undid the stockings.  She pushed them off and let them lay where they landed.  She went to the bathroom and dropped the garter belt next to the toilet.

Jackie was feeling as if she had sold herself.  To keep the account.  That was all that night was for.  She had little satisfaction in knowing that she had brought him to his knees, several times.  She leaned her elbows on her knees as she sat on the toilet, her eyes streaming as much as her bladder.

She didn’t wipe.  She didn’t want to touch herself even to clean.  She turned the shower on and waited for the hot water to come up from the basement.  She looked at herself in the mirror and pulled the barrettes out of her hair.  She took some of the make-up remover that Mary had gotten her and slathered it on her face, leaving it on.  Maybe it would take some of her sluttiness away with it.

The shower knocked and she knew it was hot.  Older buildings had their idiosyncrasies, some of which were useful.  Jackie stepped into the shower and adjusted the temperature a little.  Not much.  She wanted it hot so that she could scrub the dirtiness she was feeling away.

She used the appropriate soaps and cleansers on her appropriate places.  She got to her crotch and still didn’t want to touch the place that had been violated, and had been sloppy wet at the prospect of getting fucked by damned Jeff Glass.  She lathered up her hands and spread it on her pussy, scrubbing with the bath pouf until she felt raw.

She was crying the entire time.  The water from the shower head washed the tears away, but they kept coming.  Jackie dropped the pouf and sat on the floor of the shower.  The water was cooler near the bottom of the flow, but was still hot.  She put her  hands over her face, finding some of the make-up remover still there.  She scrubbed with the palms of her hands until she couldn’t feel the slight sliminess on her skin.

Her hands were over her face, the water coming down and covering her for a while.  She felt a small draft and knew that the water would get cold soon.  She didn’t want to move.  She was not comfortable, but she felt relatively safe.

The shower curtain moved and Jackie screamed.  Mark stepped back, leaving the curtain open.

“I saw your light, babe.  I-I’m sorry.”

Jackie burst into sobbing tears as the hot water ran out and Mark just about did the same.  She had to get up, but that would mean energy and she was suddenly too tired.

She saw Mark come back in the bathroom, holding her robe.  She smiled a little and tried to stand up.  It took effort and she was in the cold water as she did it.  Mark’s hand came in and turned off the water before he drew the curtain open all the way.

He helped her get into her robe, trying to put a towel around her head for her hair.  It didn’t really work, but he was trying.  They were sitting on the bed, Mark’s arms around Jackie’s shoulders, holding her to him as she continued to cry.  Mark wanted to say something, but he didn’t know what.

Mark had been angry when he had gone home.  He knew he was lucky he didn’t get a speeding ticket.  He pulled into a space outside the apartments in record time.  Mark had dumped food into Wacky’s bowl and started to work out before even taking his suit jacket off.

Thinking of Jackie with another man hurt.  He had been so shy and patient, having to have his Mom die to make him realize that Jackie was important to him, and that she needed to know.  It had been a wonderful first few days, the month or so after making them comfortable with each other.  The love making was always good, right from the start.  Mark felt possessive of Jackie with all the time and energy he had spent on her.

He had exhausted himself with his workout and had crawled into bed.  He knew he had slept, but something woke him and he saw that Jackie’s bathroom light was on.  It was on for a long time.  Mark stared at it until he couldn’t stand it any more.  He had thrown on some sweats and gone over.

Finding her clothing on the floor had been disturbing.  She rarely let things just get dumped.  He had listened at the bathroom door for a moment, hearing the water, but not hearing anything else.  Pulling back the curtain, he was not sure what he was going to find, but was not expecting the woman in his life to scream as though he was a robber.

Mark had seen pain in Jackie’s face.  It hurt more knowing that he had blamed her for going to dinner with Mr. Glass.  As he held her he could feel that she needed to be held, but she could not accept everything he wanted to offer her.  She kept her face turned away from him, would not hold his hand or touch him directly.  Whatever had happened had shaken her to her core, and Mark knew how fragile that really was.

With her robe on, Mark helped Jackie into bed, crawling in with her with his sweats still on.  This was a night for comforting, nothing else.

He knew that neither of them had much sleep.  He heard and felt her sobbing several times, his arms going around her or stroking her through the layers seeming to comfort her.  He listened to her breathing, knowing she was not asleep, but not knowing how to get her to talk to him.  He had to admit that he was still jealous of her being with another man, but Mark found that the idea of her with someone else was exciting him, too.  He did not want to share her, but he wanted to know what had happened, good or bad, just to know.

 

There was cold, wet stuff coming down on the windows when the alarm went off.  Jackie pushed and pulled at her layers until she could get to the alarm radio and turn it off.  She laid there, watching the glow of the LED numbers until they had changed several times.  She felt Mark behind her, but she couldn’t face him.

The bed moved.  Jackie closed her eyes and tried not to think of the night before, but that was all she could think about.  Jeff had been an ass, but she saw him differently, now.  She had been the one in control, even when he pushed himself into her without the condom.  She had taken control, and she had taken it back when she needed to.  He had changed, learned a few things about her.  Jackie still felt like she had been the company whore, selling herself to keep his business.

There were noises in the apartment.  Jackie closed her eyes and drew the covers over her head.  It didn’t block out any more than a little bit of the light, but it let her mentally block out what was around her.  She knew that Mark had been sweet to come over that late at night, but she also knew he had been angry with her.  The sting of tears were in her eyes again as she thought she had just lost the best man she ever had in her life because of the night before.

Jackie drifted off to sleep.  She had impression dreams, fleeting sounds and smells and feelings but nothing real to hang onto.  She was woken again with a small shake to her shoulder and the covers being pulled down from her face.

The smell of bacon woke her all at once.  Mark was kneeling next to the bed, a plate with eggs and bacon and toast in his hand.  He waited until she was sitting up in bed before handing it to her.  She saw he had put extra butter on the toast and there was a small squirt of ketchup on her plate.  He did not understand her like of dipping her bacon in the ketchup, but he understood that it made her happy.

He sat facing her near the end of the bed eating his own breakfast.  He watched her, but did not push to make her talk.  Neither of them liked to talk while eating, but Jackie knew he wanted to know about the night before.

Mark took the plates when they were empty.  Jackie heard him put them in the dishwasher and smiled.  She smiled a little more when she saw that he had picked up her things, the hose draped over her dresser and her dress on a hangar on the doorframe.

He came in and sat next to her on the bed.  He held out his hand and she paused before taking it.  There were a few minutes of them looking at each other before either of them said anything.

“I am a whore.”

The stillness that Mark had was gone.  He had the covers off of her, used his strength to take her into his arms and onto his lap.  He was holding her tight, his face buried in her hair.  “No!  You are nothing of the sort!  You are beautiful and smart and cunning and strong and I am the luckiest guy in the world to have you in my life!”

“I am a whore, Mark.  I let him fuck me so that we would keep the account.”

He tightened his grip and fiercely shook his head.  “No.  I don’t believe-”

She pushed at him until she could get off his lap.  She stood, her robe pulled around her as she looked down at him.  “He fed me dinner.  He threatened  to take his company to another firm if I didn’t.  And then he threatened the same when I said I didn’t want to go to his room.  I went.  I undressed.  I made him put on a condom and he fucked me.  What part of that does not make me a whore?”

Mark looked up at Jackie.  There was a pride in her, a fire that he could see.  It was different.  He felt his cock jump at the thought of her being ridden by someone else-

“None of it.  Tell me about it.  Please.”

She narrowed her eyes.  “Why would you want to know?”

He put his hands out and on her hips.  “Because I want to.  And I can tell you right now that nothing you did last night was selling yourself.”

She stood, looking down at him.  She nodded slightly and sat on the bed next to him draping her legs over Marks the same way she had with Jeff.  “He asked me to sit on the couch with him.  I sat like this, knowing he would touch me.”  She put her hand on his, moving his onto her calf, and up her leg.  She did not have to direct him further for his hand to go to her ass, the robe falling open.

“You do have a great ass.  I know I can’t get enough of it.”

Jackie smiled a little.  “He tried to kiss me, but couldn’t get to my mouth.  He went to-”  Her head went back as Mark’s face pushed the robe away from her breasts and started to kiss and lightly bite them.

Jackie felt Mark’s cock through his sweats.  Just this little bit had gotten him excited.  It both was good and bad, but she wanted Mark to go past what she had done.  She didn’t know how she was going to.

“What happened next?”  His eyes were on hers, glowing with lust and something else.

Jackie moved off the bed and stood.  She straddled his lap and his arms went around her under her robe.  Jackie let the robe fall as she said, “I went down to the bra and garter belt.  I sat on him and made his pants wet on his dick.”

His face was in her cleavage again.  “I think you are doing it again, baby.”

Jackie held his face and looked at him.  “He tried to call me that.  I wouldn’t let him.  Only you.”  They kissed and the rest of the night before didn’t matter.

They made love.  Mark stroked and fondled Jackie until she was giggling at the sounds he made while he was sucking on her nipples.  He was able to quickly go in and out of her with his fingers with how wet she was.  She gasped and held him to her as she became sensitive at his touch.  He wanted to do everything with her, but had to take his own clothes off, first.

Jackie threw the covers off the bed as Mark tore at his clothing.  She looked at his cock and had a flash that she wanted to feel him in her without a condom.  It was a fantasy.  They hadn’t talked about it and she was not ready for that.

Mark had a condom almost on himself when Jackie motioned to him.  He knelt on the bed and she took him into her mouth.  She liked going down on Mark.  He never held her to him, making her choke.  He tasted good and she liked how the pre-cum looked like a drop of nectar on the tip of his cock.

She put the condom on for him.  She turned over onto her knees and heard him sigh.  He moved the head of his cock up and down her slit before slowly going into her.  He held her hips, his hands flexing and kneading her.  He started the rhythm of in and out and Jackie could hear his little moans.

She looked back and saw that his eyes were closed.  His face was full of concentration.  She had to tell him.  It was bugging her.

“He had me like this, or at least he tried.”  Jackie’s voice had sadness in it.

Mark blinked and at her.  “Tried?”  He stopped and leaned over, running his hands up and down her back.

She arched her back, making him thrust in her again.  “He had cum once and he had taken the condom off in the bathroom.  I...”  Jackie tried not to close her eyes, but she did as she said, “He didn’t put one back on and he surprised me while I was bent over.  It felt good, but I pushed him off and...”

Mark didn’t wait.  “And?  What?”

Jackie opened her eyes and looked at the book case on the wall.  “I slapped him.”

Mark pulled out and laid down next to Jackie.  “Baby, what happened after that?”

Jackie was looking Mark as she said, “I made him crawl and jerk off in front of me.”

Mark’s eyebrows went together.  His voice was low as he said, “He wouldn’t have done that for you before, right?”

Jackie shook her head and lay next to Mark.  His arm went around her and her leg went over his hip.  Mark kissed Jackie lightly and moved his hand down to her ass.  The kiss became stronger.  Mark used his strength to use what leverage he had to pull her on top of him.  He liked to feel her weight on him, and he needed to feel her own strength.

“You took him down, babe.  You haven’t told me much about him, but I know that he was a bastard to you.  You had some of your own back.”  He took her hands, their fingers lacing together, and put his arms above his head.  “You weren’t fucked.  You fucked the bastard.”

Jackie took in a small breath.  Mark did not swear.  He did not call people and things by derogatory terms.  It turned her on for him to say that.

“I had him kneeling to me.  He was calling me Miss Delany.  He said please and apologized.”

Mark saw the smile grow and reached up to kiss her.  “Because you were in charge.”  She kissed him and ground herself into him.  Mark bit his lip before saying, “Miss Delany, would you fuck me?”

She laughed.  A hand was disentangled from his and she positioned his cock.  She looked down her body and then up to Mark, saying, “I want you without the condom.”

He started to shake his head, but he could not deny her.  He had wanted to be in her without a condom since before they had slept together.  He was brought up to always use one out of respect for his partner.  Mark nodded and he felt her hand pull on him, rolling the condom up and off of him right before she sat on him.

They both had scared looks on their faces.  Jackie saw his and hoped she didn’t look the same.  Mark looked at the fright on Jackie’s face, but then saw her soften as she moved on him.  She had her hands on his above his head, her face inches away from his.

It did feel different.  Mark tried to hold still as she moved on him.  He was scared to cum in her, but he wanted to feel that.  Being inside of her was great, without the condom, better.  He could feel things inside of her that he hadn’t before.  He felt how wet she was and little ripples that went through her.

Jackie felt how hot he was inside of her.  She moved and something touched her inside differently, the head of his cock dragging along her ridges sending little pops of pleasure through her.  She started to move more, feeling more.

Mark watched her as she changed from fright to pleasure to needy.  He could feel more of what she was doing, knew she could feel more of him.  She gasped and held onto his hands above his head and started to use his cock for her own pleasure.

He smiled, and then gasped himself.

Something was just right.  The motion and the friction.  The thoughts and feelings.  Everything came together, and then Jackie came.  She felt the waves go through her, the hotness flash through her.  She opened her eyes and saw Mark looking up at her, his lips pinched together and a pained look in his eye.  She was riding him, cumming on him and that pushed her further.

Mark couldn’t hold back.  He wasn’t the quietest when he came, but the fears that went along with the pleasure made his voice growl out of him loudly as he gave way to the feelings.

Jackie had collapsed onto Mark’s chest.  His arms were around her as his own body trembled from what they had just done.  They breathed into each other’s shoulders.

It was a few minutes before Mark whispered, “Are you o.k.?”

Jackie nodded.  She whispered, “Thank you.  How are you doing?”

She could not see the grin on his face.  “Baby, you can take charge any time.”

Jackie propped herself up.  She had a big smile on her face and saw Marks.  “I think I should get on the pill.  That was amazing.”

His smile faded a little.  “I don’t want you to do something just for sex.”

Jackie pushed herself up and sat on him.  “Just for sex?  If it wasn’t for you and the sex, I would still have my nose in those damned numbers ignoring the world.”  The flash of anger cooled.  “Do you want to continue using condoms?”

Mark pushed himself up until he was holding her in his lap, her legs around him.  “That is not only a mean thing to ask, I know no matter what I say, I’m wrong.”

There was a wicked smirk on Jackie’s face.  “I really shouldn’t do that to you, should I.”

Mark shook his head.  He kissed her and looked her in the eye, holding her tight.  “I haven’t said this before, but I love you, Jackie.  What ever you-”

Her face was covered with the sudden tears as she pressed her lips to his.  Mark held her and welcomed the passion, even if she was getting his face wet.

“You love me,” she whispered.  She held her face against his and was louder.  “You love me.”

He nodded and felt his scruffy stubble catch her hair.  “I have for a long time, Jackie.”

The phone rang.  Jackie snorted and Mark groaned.  Then Jackie swore as she saw the clock.

“I didn’t want to force you to go to work, baby.  Last night was hard on you.”

Jackie started to sob.  “I love you, too.”

The phone stopped ringing, the message tone sounding about a minute later.  Then they could hear Mark’s phone ring with both of their bedroom windows open just a crack.  They both sighed and moved slowly, neither wanting to let go, and neither of them wanting to let loose the flood that Mark’s semi-hard cock was plugging up.

Jackie had a small rush of a thrill go through her at the squishy feeling, but then Mark saw the pleasure change as his jizz started to thickly flow onto the bed and down her leg.

“I remember now why I like using condoms.”  They brushed lips and both headed to the bathroom.

The shower was on and cold as the hot water was making it’s way up the pipes.  Mark smiled at Jackie and pressed her into the wall, kissing her.  He held her with one hand and started to kiss down her, heading for her cum-filled pussy.  Mark’s hand started to stroke in and out of Jackie, the sensitive places easily excited again.

“No! Ah!  We-FUCK!”  With his fingers and tongue working on her, she felt a shock go through her and then her knees tried to give out.  She let her legs relax and was on the floor, Mark’s face first in her.  She heard the knocking of the pipes heralding the arrival of the hot water, but could do nothing about it.

Mark moved up her body and easily entered her.  Her legs were soon held up and back as he pounded into her, ignoring the phone.  His own cum was a great lube and he felt he would not need to work to his legs and lower back for a few days with the sprint quickie there on the bathroom floor.

Jackie did not cum but enjoyed feeling Mark as he did.  He rarely was able to perform more than once a day.  This was a special day on so many levels already, even though it started out as a crappy day.

They had to hold each other up as they rinsed off.  Jackie was gasping as Mark soaped up her pussy, her fingers making marks in his arms as she held onto him.  He had to put his hands against the tiled wall to hold himself up when she returned the favor.  They rinsed in the cooling water and helped each other out.

Jackie checked her phone as Mark was putting on the business outfit he kept there for mornings like that.  It was Mary with a bit of news, and an admonishment that they should have been to work already.

“He wants to have us do our thing for some of the smaller companies J and K holds.  Meaning he wants to have monthly meetings up here with us to get progress reports and such in person.”

Mark had his tie loose under his collar.  “Are you o.k. with that?”

She nodded.  “I hope so.  He wants me to be the main lead.”

Mark handed her her skirt from the hangar.  “You have him begging for more.”

Jackie smiled.  She held her finger to her bottom lip and drew the fingernail across it.  “I like that.”

 

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