Chapter 10: Tom

Now that the kids were back at school Jackie stepped up her attempts to find a partner. She and Marissa plotted together and tried any number of approaches. She started getting dates pretty quickly but they were mostly younger men looking for a sugar mummy. She slept with a couple of the cuter ones but after a couple of months she’d drawn a blank. Matt joined them one evening on the deck and tried to break down the problem.

“We need a profile of your future partner if we’re to track him down.”

“You make it sound like a man hunt?”

As soon as Jackie said it she realised that’s exactly what it was.

“Oh. He’s out there and he’s looking for you in all the wrong places.”

“How do you know?”

“Because if he was looking in the right places he’d have found you by now.”

Matt asked her a long series of questions about the man as if he was someone she knew and as he did so he marked off locations on a nightlife map of Chareen city. There were none left before he’d finished but Matt didn’t give up.

“He’ll have come to the same conclusion and broadened his search. A capable and resourceful man like that.”

Matt changed the map to include Chareen Alm, the district of Alm city that was technically in Chareen, then went patiently through all the nightlife locations there as well. Not too many were left, just places where you might find people broad minded enough for Jackie’s lifestyle. Matt didn’t say so but not giving up her morning fuck with him or frequent shower sex with her children was going to narrow the pool of good potential partners. Still if he was out there, they’d find him at the Plucked Rose adult bar in Chareen Alm. The higher end of the two sex clubs still on the list. Jackie was sceptical. It was an expensive 30 mile taxi ride to CA and the club membership, required to get in, was extortionate.

“What are you feeling,”

Matt asked, his comforting hand on her thigh as she sat between them sharing a glass of wine.

“I’m feeling embarrassed because the only reason I have the money is the amount I haven’t been spending over the summer and that was because my kids ate so much of your food, mine went further. It adds up and I feel I owe you.”

“Then you must consider that money a gift from us,”

Marissa said,

“and we insist you spend it on yourself,”

Matt added.

“Your happiness is worth a great deal because you are worth a great deal.”

Marissa kissed her and Jackie melted into their arms.

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Jackie sat at the bar, technically the couples bar, in the Plucked Rose. Her dress, split to the hip one way and divided almost to her belly button the other, said she knew what she was here for. It would likely be a while and another drink before anyone suggested she try the other room. One of the good things about a high end club was how polite and accommodating the staff were. She was here for a reason of course although only Matt would have thought of it. Any man who came in here on his own would be as much of a newbie as her. She listened carefully to the couple in the booth behind her. They reckoned they were pretty hardcore. The occasional looks she’d taken were promising. He was handsome, black and expensive. She was skinny, blonde and foreign by the thick accent. Jackie waved over the uncertain looking man in as familiar a way as she could. Not even looking at him again until he’d come quite close. Wide shoulders, a squarish chin and a casual look that said he was either in the wrong club or was rich enough not to have to look like it. Very different from the bling of the guy in the booth.

“There you are darling,”

she said, indicating the seat next to hers and raising an arm to the bored barman who was only cute from a distance.

“Pretend you’re with me,”

she stage whispered as the man leaned on rather than sat on the stool. He smelled good.

“This is the couples bar. Check out the blonde in the booth behind me. She won’t mind you looking, that’s what they’re here for. I’m Jackie by the way.”

“Well. Thanks for the advice Jackie. Do you hang out here often directing lost men towards hot blondes?”

“All the time,”

she said,

“with payment in cock. No, I’m a first timer too.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Not anymore.”

“Good.”

He sat properly and blocked the waiter from charging her tab with a practised wave of his own. He may not have been in here before but this wasn’t his first high end club.

“I’m Tom.”

“Nice to meet you Tom but remember we’re supposed to be a couple, not sneaky singles looking for a double date.”

“So I should kiss you like it’s our four hundredth time?”

“One hundredth will do,”

Jackie said moving her face towards him in anticipation. He didn’t disappoint.

“Well darling,”

she said a, little louder, we should find ourselves some excitement.

“Do we do this often then?”

he asked, still barely above a whisper.

“All the time and when we’re making love we call one another daft cute names like chickpea and stud muffin.”

The dude and the blonde in the booth were friendly enough. They seemed to be on some kind of love hate trip. She openly criticised his love making abilities and even the size of his penis. He just smiled in response and said he couldn’t make out what she was saying half the time and the other half was all the animal noises she made when he banged her. She made cat clawing motions and hisses at him in response which went well with her partially reflective custom lenses that made her eyes look like a cat. This was apparently how Giles and Lioness did foreplay. Pretending to denigrate one another while sucking up to and being very complimentary of their swap partners for the evening. It was silly but Jackie and Tom played along, making up an entire narrative about how they bored one another to tears, had no interesting sexual preferences in common and could barely stand to be this close to one another. All the while fawning over Giles and Lioness. An hour later Tom and Jackie were fucking back to back in the comfortable booth and forgiving one another, by ever increasingly ridiculous pet names, for all the mean things they’d said. Lioness was sexually aggressive enough to live up to her name but Tom was too large and solid a man to be intimidated by her clawing, mock biting or digging in of heals. Giles’ nice long cock and smooth skin made Jackie’s ride comfortable. He didn’t seem too keen on kissing, being more of a tit man maybe. Jackie waited until she was close before wrapping her hands around his bald head, arching her back and pulling his face into her cleavage. The desired effect of a good mutual orgasm was achieved and she rode him slowly to a rolling stop as the caterwauling from behind said Tom had found Lioness’s hot button. Jackie was happy to lie back on the couch, her pelvis propped on Giles’ knees and let his hands explore her body until Tom said,

“We really have to go darling. I have to be back in the office in an hour and you have singing lessons to prepare.”

Jackie almost laughed. It was one o’clock in the morning and she couldn’t sing a note. They made their exit and even got a few yards outside the door before Jackie couldn’t hold it in anymore and nearly collapsed laughing.

“Are you always this naughty?”

he asked rhetorically.

“Fucking strangers in fancy sex clubs,”

she said,

“All the time,”

and he had to hold her up again.

“I meant making up all that nonsense, and don’t say it.”

He put a finger over her mouth and she pouted her lips and made a kiss out of it.

“You’re so strong and serious,”

she said, making cat claws and tickling his chest.

“Don’t you laugh?”

A grin spread across his face as he responded to her cat claws by lifting her from under her arms so that her hands were now on his face where they relaxed immediately to caress him.

“All the time,”

they said together and he did laugh then.

“Can I take you home?” he asked.

“To add to your collection?” Jackie responded.

“Of course. I have a whole team working on the glass case as we speak. No, back to your home. You’re far too lively for my collection.”

“Ok.” Jackie said demurely,”

but I live a long way away so you’ll have to stay the night.”

“What a terrible, terrible shame,”

he said mockingly.

“Imagine if you lived down the street then I’d have time to take you home and make that meeting in a half hour.”

They’d reached his car.

“Who has meetings at 2AM?”

Jackie asked.

“Oh it wouldn’t be the first time,”

he said, getting in beside her. This car was way swankier than the taxi. The comfy seat and the soft music and the afterglow of pretty good stranger sex made it a relaxed, sleepy, and surprisingly quick ride home.