Colby Jack
Copyright© 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 10
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Jack Colby is eating breakfast in a Miami hotel restaurant when a dispute between an elegant woman and a boor disturbs him. She's done with their commercial arrangement, he doesn't want to hear it, and before he can get violent, Jack intervenes and chases him off. Impulsively, Jack offers Renée a new deal which becomes a GFE, three letters new to him. He's skillful in bed, but lonely, surprising her.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Prostitution
In the car, I waited for a red light, then dialed Ren, telling a little fib since Leila was sitting right next to me.
“Hi, it’s Carter. I’m bringing home a date, so I’d like some coffee and cookies ... no, wait.”
I covered the phone, “Leila, we just had coffee. Would you prefer tea or cocoa?”
“Yeah, good idea. Cocoa for me.”
“Correction, cocoa. Thanks, I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
I refocused on driving, but in my mind I imagined some frantic action to get everybody dressed nicely, set up in the dining room, and heating up the cocoa. Maybe Lorraine was still there?
I hardly noticed the security gate and the neighborhood, but Leila clearly took in the increasingly large homes as we turned into the cul-de-sac. I circled the car and opened her door, and she stood and surveyed the façade.
“You survive in this cramped little place?”
“Yeah, it’s me, my staff, and my roommates. You think the outside is bad? Wait until you see the front hallway.” I noticed her subtle reaction to hearing ‘roommates,’ but there wasn’t any point in delaying. We stepped inside and I collected her wrap and put it in the little alcove for coats.
Leila took a moment to look over the foyer, and I said, “I’m sure everybody is in the dining room with the cocoa.” We walked into the living room and Leila suddenly stopped and grabbed my arm. I realized we were just getting a look at my roommates from some yards away. They hadn’t yet noticed us as the living room was dimly lit.
“Carter,” she whispered, “you didn’t say all your roommates were women. Young, attractive women. I thought they might be men—male roommates. What the hell is going on?”
“I’m sorry, Leila, I could have said more, but it’s better that they tell their stories to you instead of me. Let’s go meet them.”
We walked into the dining room and found the ladies were seated together on the far side of the big table behind a tray of cookies. When they saw us, they all stood, a nice gesture of respect.
“Ladies, I’d like to introduce—”
I should have expected it. Lorraine burst in with some sort of giant urn full of hot cocoa.
“Don’t mind me. Oh, hello new person. I’m Lorraine, the cook. What a lovely dress. I hope I will be making a meal for you sometime.” She slipped out, smiling.
“Yes, Leila, that’s my cook, Lorraine. She’s about as subtle as a hand grenade and always seems to know ... sorry, never mind. Ladies, I’d like to present my dear friend Leila Kane. Leila, these are my roommates. I know you will enjoy getting to know each other.”
Clearly, Leila didn’t feel comfortable, but she plastered a smile on her face.
“I’ll go left to right. First is LE, she’s my physical therapist and strength coach and has been doing that work with me for quite some time. She’s amazing, really. At the picnic you could see what she’s done for me.”
That memory seemed to calm Leila, and her smile relaxed and looked more genuine.
“In the middle is LE’s wife, a schoolteacher. As you’d expect, she’ll be going back to work in a few weeks. Is it the same grade level?”
“Yeah, I have the seventh graders.”
I continued, “By the way, their names are initials: L, E, L, and C.”
“Oh, I see. In your system, that would be three letters: O, I, and C.”
We all burst out laughing. LC was able to say, “We are so glad to meet you, Leila. Carter described you perfectly, but he didn’t tell us you had such a fabulous sense of humor.”
Leila thanked LC and asked, “Who is the pretty woman standing next to the married couple?”
LE glanced at LC and mouthed, ‘Pretty Woman!’ I caught the Julia Roberts movie reference and almost laughed out loud. Fortunately, Leila was looking directly at Ren and they didn’t notice our behavior.
“Leila, my name is Ren, and I’m also very pleased to meet you.”
“You’re Wren, like the bird?”
“No, sorry, my name is Renée Lamour, and I go by Ren. I’m staying here temporarily while I put together a revival of my academic career, that is, once again becoming a college student.”
“Oh, that sounds like a very positive step. I’m sorry to be nosy, but may I ask what caused you to leave school when you were younger?”
Ren turned her eyes from Leila to me. “Carter?”
“Leila, that’s a long and complicated story, and the last part of it involves me.”
That ignited Leila’s suspicions again.
“Carter, what did you do?”
Ren jumped in to vouch for me.
“I promise, Carter has been nothing but kind and helpful to me. He’s my dearest friend, and the Ls are my second-dearest. Teach, is that proper English?”
LC waggled her hand to indicate “maybe” or “who knows?”
I thought this was a good time to defer Leila’s questions. “Let’s take a moment and gobble cookies and slobber the cocoa.”
“Or, we behave like proper ladies while toddler boy disgraces himself,” suggested Leila. I waved both fists and fake-cried like a cranky little brat, until Leila stuffed a cookie in my mouth to shut me up.
This was a nice little break before what I was afraid of—Leila’s reaction to Ren’s confession.
After the cocoa infusion, Leila revived her questions for Ren.
“Leila, this is a bit of a story, parts of it are very difficult, and I ask that you hear me out to the end. LE, can you shift left so I can sit between you guys for support?”
When that was done, she squeezed their hands and began. Ren started college at eighteen and began making poor choices and drinking. At some point, she was passed around at a frat party while semi-conscious. A month later, she discovered she was pregnant and had an (expensive) abortion. Her roommate recruited her to become a prostitute, saying it would solve her money problems. Along with hooking, she added drug addiction.
Ren never told me about these troubles, not directly. I wanted to go hug her, but at least the Ls were with her for support.
My focus kept switching between Leila listening and Ren recounting her struggles.
She continued talking about her career as a whore (her word), about getting herself drug-free, and about becoming an escort (an upgrade). Her twenties were more difficult than I realized.
Leila asked, “Ren, do you need a break? Can I get you more cocoa, or water?”
“Thank you, but no. I’ve gotten up to the recent past. My life, well, things had stabilized. I had a fairly regular group of clients. Most of them didn’t want to cause me pain.”
I couldn’t stop myself, interrupting, “Most of them? The others would hurt you?”
“Jack—uh, I mean, Carter—be cool. All that’s over and done. I was going to say, that’s when I met Jack Colby. The man who changed my life.” I settled back into my chair, realizing Leila’s eyes were watching me.
Ren related the breakfast bullying incident, followed by how I impulsively hired her for the day, evening, and morning. How I surprised her as a considerate and skillful lover, how I reeked of loneliness, and how different I was from her other “clients.” She was telling me I wouldn’t see her again, but then she relented and gave me her number to call the next time I was in Miami.
“Why did you change your mind about him?” Leila asked.
“I’m not certain. But he rocked my world like no man had ever done. And he was beautiful, generous, and appreciative. I thought about him a lot, and when he called a month later I welcomed him for another encounter. He paid again, just to be clear.”
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