Suicide Squeeze
It all started with a naked woman lying face down in a pool.
Actually, if one wants to be fair about it, it started long before the naked woman, but the naked woman is as good a place to start as any.
Her name was Lottie Sinclair. She was a big-breasted blond with a happy go lucky kind of air about her which prompted many to call her a ditz or worse to call her a bimbo, but that wasn’t what she was. Lottie Sinclair was just a girl who loved to live and Lottie Sinclair was a girl who lived to be loved.
She was only nineteen when she met Hal Sinclair. Hal was 48 years old and had just recently become divorced although for the life of him, he couldn’t understand why that was. He thought he was a good husband and a good father. The fact that he was a workaholic never seemed to enter his mind when he tried to figure out what had gone wrong.
And then along came Lottie.
On the face of it, there’s no reason why Lottie and Hal should have met or become friends or even married but if one looks deeper, one finds a troubled and lonely man who needed a partner and one finds a troubled young woman who was dying to be loved.
They’d met a place where neither one of them was supposed to be, in the parking lot of the Club Novo. Lottie had gone there with her latest boyfriend but when she’d had to force his hands off of her one too many times, she’d told him in no uncertain terms that if he did it again, she was leaving. Maybe he’d thought that she hadn’t really meant it or maybe it was just that he’d thought she had nowhere else to go but when he tried to cop one more feel of her breasts, she’d hauled off and slapped him and then she’d stormed right out of the club and surprisingly, there was a car parked right there in front. She’d walked right up to the man on the phone. “Excuse me, sir. Excuse me.”
“Hold on, Bob,” Hal had said and he took the phone down. “Can I help you?”
“I just broke up with my boyfriend and I was wondering if you could help me. I need a ride home.”
“Yes, well—”
“Please,” the girl pleaded and Hal just couldn’t bring himself to brush the girl off.
“Hold on,” he said and once more he returned his attention to the phone. “Hey, Bob. I’m going to have to call you back. Something’s come up … no, nothing like that … look, call Simmons and tell him that I was unavoidably detained … yes, I know he’s not going to like it, but that’s just the way it is … all right, Bob. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Once more, Hal turned his attention back on the girl. “You were saying?”
“I was wondering if you could drive me home.”
“I guess I could,” Hal said. “I was supposed to go to another meeting, but the directions are hopelessly mangled and there’s no way I’m going to make it there now.”
“Gee, I’m sorry.”
“Yes well, my loss it seems is your gain. Where is it you’d like to go.”
Lottie giggled just a little at the way he said that. “I’d like to go home, please.”
“Home it is then. Hop in.”
But home wasn’t exactly where they went first. Where they went first was to a local Denny’s for some pie and some conversation and not exactly in that order.
And Lottie had enjoyed it. As badly as the evening had started out, it was ending a whole lot better than that. It ended so well in fact that when Hal dropped her off, she’d kissed him and then she’d even invited him to call her again.
Hal was stunned. The girl was young enough to be his daughter and yet … and yet, there was just something so stimulating about having someone like her be interested in him.
Yeah right, his sensible side said. She wasn’t really interested in him.
But …
She was just grateful, his sensible side said, and it was all very nice but really, that’s all it was.
But …
Or maybe she wanted something from him. Maybe that was it, too.
But …
Or maybe he was just a gullible, old man, being swayed by a younger woman. Grow up, old man, and smell the roses. What interest would she have in the likes of you.
And his sensible side might have won out and if it had, the story would have ended there before it had ever begun except for the fact that there was another part of him that was begging to be heard.
And so he’d called and the most remarkable thing started to happen. The girl actually liked him and she’d wanted him to call and before anyone even knew how or even why it had happened, a romance had started and from that, a deeper romance, and from that, a wedding had occurred.
And again, if that was all that had happened, if the story had ended there, it would have been a very dull story and its telling wouldn’t have been worth the effort and there wouldn’t have been a dead girl in the pool, but alas, that is not where the story ended.
His name was Jack Abbott and he was everything that Lottie found most interesting in a man. He was young and rugged with just a hint of an impish nature and a twinkle in his eye. He was sensitive and he had a great sense of humor. In short, he was everything Lottie would have chosen if she hadn’t met Hal first.
Lottie and Hal had already been married for three months when she met Jack. It had been at the food court in the local mall. She’d been there to pick up a present for her husband and Jack had been hanging around just checking out the woman.
“Hey,” he’d said.
“Hey yourself,” she’d answered back.
“You here all alone?” he’d asked.
“Yep. Why?”
“It’s funny.”
“Yeah, why’s that?” Lottie asked defiantly.
“It’s just that I thought you hot chicks all ran in packs.”
Lottie grinned at that.
“So does that mean you think I’m hot?”
“Of course you are.”
“You’re funny.”
“How so?”
“I think you’re hot, too, but I have a secret.”
“What?”
“Are you sure you want to know?”
“Sure. What’s the secret?”
“I’m married.”
“What?”
Lottie couldn’t help but laugh at Jack’s obvious disdain for the news. “Sorry,” she’d said.
“So why is it the really good ones are already taken?”
Lottie had giggled just a little. “I said I was sorry. If it means anything, I like you.”
“Oh sure,” he moped. “That’s not better at all.”
“Sorry.”
“I’d ask if you have any cute friends, but you’d probably tell me they were married too.”
“I’m only nineteen. Most of my friends are still single, you know.”
“So there is a chance?”
“There’s better than that.”
“Yeah?”
“My husband and I are having a party and all my hot friends are invited.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, and if you want to help me carry my bags, maybe you can come, too.”
“Sounds like someone’s just been signed up to be a pack mule.”
“Have you?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
That was how they’d met but what happened next, well, that was why it didn’t end just there.
Jack had come to the party just as he’d said he would and he’d brought a friend. One might have attributed this to the more the merrier but that wasn’t why he’d brought his friend, Blake.
“I’m telling you,” Jack had been telling his friend yet again as the two men watched the other partiers, “this girl is hot.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So I was wondering if you could do something.”
“Like what?” his friend asked.
“I think you know what I’m talking about.”
“’Fraid not,” Blake said. “Why don’t you enlighten me.”
“You know what I’m talking about. It’s that mind twisty thing you do.”
“It’s the mind twisty thing you think I do.”
“Fine. Have it your way. Do you think there’s any way she might find me irresistible?”
“What’d you have in mind, Jack?”
“I think you know what I have in mind.”
“I thought we’d talked about this.”
“We did.”
“And I heard what you had to say.”
Blake sighed. “That’s what I thought you were going to say. You know, I really shouldn’t be doing this.”
“But you’re going to do it anyway.”
Blake sighed again. He owed Jack. It was a debt that went all the way back to childhood, but Jack had saved his life and ever since then, he’d been doing what Jack wanted him to do. The mind twisty thing as Jack called it wasn’t the only thing he could do but fortunately for him, at least Jack didn’t know about the rest of it. “I’ll give her a nudge,” Blake said, “but after that, it’s all up to you.”
“No problem, man.”
Yeah right, Blake thought. That’s what Jack said now but if things didn’t quite go the way he wanted them to …
“You’re sure you’re not going to ask me to do it again?”
“I promise.”
“Okay.”
“Hey, here she comes.”
“Jack,” Lottie had said. “You made it.”
“I said I would.”
“And I see you brought a friend.”
Blake reached out a hand. “Heya,” the man had said. “How you doing?”
Lottie took the man’s hand and her eyes locked in on his and for a moment there, her body just seemed to freeze but it was only just for a moment and then the girl seemed to shake her head and she seemed to get her senses back about her. “I’m, um, I’m glad to meet you. I’m glad you could make it,” and then she looked at Jack. “And I’m glad you could make it, too,” she’d said before she moved on.
“So did you do it?”
“Did I do what?”
“Come on. Don’t play coy with me. You know what I’m talking about.”
Blake nodded. “Yeah,” he said finally. “Yeah, I did it.”
“Cool. So you know what I’m going to do?”
“Come on, man.”
“What?”
“She’s in the middle of throwing a party.”
“So?”
“So give it a rest.”
“Yeah. Maybe you’re right. It wouldn’t be cool to hit her up while she was throwing a party.”
“Now you’re talking.”
“I’ll hit her up tomorrow.”
Blake sighed. “Now you’re talking.”
But as it turned out, Jack didn’t have to wait that long after all because in the end, it was Lottie who sought him out. He was standing out by the pool when someone nudged him from behind. “There you are,” he heard a woman say and when he turned to look, there she was. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”
Jack took a drink from his beer. “You’ve been looking for me?” he asked.
Lottie nodded. “I was wondering if you’d like a tour of the house.”
“A tour of the house?”
“Sure. We could start with the bedroom.”
“Do you think that’s wise? You’re hosting a party and even if you weren’t, don’t you think your husband would come looking for you sooner or later?”
For a moment, Lottie seemed to regain her wits. “Oh my God. You’re right,” but then almost as quickly, her face got a lustful look. “But still,” she said, “I just can’t help it. I know what I want.”
“What’s that?”
Lottie’s hand stroked the front of his pants. “I want to feel this,” she said.
“Geez.”
“There’s a part of me that just wants to kneel down in front of you and suck you into my mouth and that part of me doesn’t care who sees me do it.”
“You can’t, Lottie.”
“Why the hell not?”
“You just can’t.”
“But I want to. I want to feel you so bad.”
“Is there a place where we can be alone for a little bit?”
“I know a place.”
“Where is it?”
“It’s on the side of the house.”
“You sure no one’s going to see us there?”
“It’s where the trash cans are. No one’s going to go there. Come on, please. I just want to feel it. I want it so bad.”
“You’re sure no one’s going to see us?”
“I’m sure.”
“Okay, let’s go.”
She was right. The party was still in full effect as Lottie led Jack into the side yard but it was clear they were separated from everyone else. “Can I see it?” Lottie asked as her hand once more stroked the front of Jack’s pants.
“Yeah, I guess. That’s why we’re here.”
It was all the invitation that Lottie needed because moments later, her hand was unzipping the man’s pants and then she was sliding a hand inside. “Mmm,” she purred as she wrapped her fingers around the man’s cock. “What have we here?”
“I think you know what you got there.”
“Maybe so, but I think maybe I should make sure.”
Jack could only groan as Lottie knelt down in front of him. Here was Lottie taking his pants down and stroking his cock. This was a hell of a lot more than he’d expected to get at least right there on the very first day.
“I’ve just got to suck this,” Lottie said.
“Oh fuck,” Jack groaned even as Lottie matched her actions to her words.
Was Lottie just naturally good at it or was it because it was his cock? Jack wasn’t sure and really, Jack didn’t care. All he knew was her mouth just felt so fucking good on his cock.
And she wasn’t stopping either. Not too fast and not too slow. Oh fuck yeah. She knew how to suck a cock just right and it seemed as if Lottie knew it, too.
Oh fuck. He was going to cum. He wasn’t sure how she thought about that so he tried to push her head back but Lottie wasn’t having any of that.
“I’m going to cum,” Jack said softly. He didn’t want to be too loud just in case someone was close enough to hear.
If she heard him, Lottie wasn’t backing off.
“Did you hear me?” Jack asked again. “I’m going to cum.”
And still Lottie kept sucking.
“Oh fuck,” Jack groaned as the cum started to flow. “Oh fuck.”
And the more Jack came in Lottie’s mouth, the more it seemed she loved that cock even more.
“Oh fuck,” Jack groaned. “Oh fuck.”
Lottie finally pulled her mouth off of Jack’s depleted cock and her hand stroked the man’s cock even as she looked up at him. “I wish we could go somewhere and fuck,” she said.
“You know we can’t,” Jack said.
“I know, but I really want to.”
“We can’t,” Jack said and that, it seemed was the last word and the two of them rejoined the party seemingly without anyone noticing that they’d been gone.
The next day though, Jack gave Lottie a call.
“I can’t believe what we did,” Lottie said. “It was so bad.”
Hmm. That wasn’t exactly the response that Jack had been hoping for but he pressed on anyway. “It was good though, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
“We can do something more,” he said.
“I told you. I can’t. I’m married.”
“But—”
“I don’t know what came over me, Jack, but we just can’t do it. I’m married,” and with that, the line went dead.
Jack looked at the now dead phone. Well that sucked, he told himself. He’d expected more of that than just a blow job. Especially when Lottie had told him how old her husband was. The man was old enough to be her father. Jack had thought for sure she’d be ready for someone a little bit younger but in a way, he respected the fact that she was loyal to him and in a way, that just made her hotter.
It was a couple of days later when Jack got the call. “Hey, Jack,” said the voice on the other end of the line.
“Lottie. How you doing?”
“I’m doing fine.” Jack couldn’t help but wonder why her voice sounded a little hesitant. “I just wanted to see how you were doing.”
That wasn’t exactly the case. Jack was sure of that but he was willing to go along with it. “I’m doing fine.”
“What you been up to?”
“Not much. Same old same old.”
More small talk and still Jack waited. Lottie had called him and he wanted to know why.
“Jack,” she said finally.
“Yeah?”
“I’ve got a confession to make.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you. Is that wrong?”
“Wrong? Why would that be wrong?”
“I’m married.”
“Yeah so?”
“So I shouldn’t be thinking about other men.”
“So what do you think about?”
“You know what we did at the party the other day?”
“Yeah.”
“I think about that. I think about that a lot. I think about you and me picking up where we left off. Is that wrong?”
“I don’t think it’s wrong.”
“You don’t?”
“No. In fact, you know what I think?”
“What?”
“I think you should get in your car and you should drive over here right now.”
“You do?” the girl asked breathlessly.
“I do.”
“I … I don’t know.”
“I do. Get over here now.”
“Okay. I’m on my way.”
She was right. She was on her way and it wasn’t long before Lottie was standing in Jack’s apartment. “So tell me again,” Jack said, “why are you here?”
“I can’t help thinking about … you know … about your cock. I don’t know why but I just can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Do you want to see it again?”
Lottie nodded.
“What would you do with it if you did?”
“Suck it,” she said very softly.
“And what else?” Jack asked.
“Fuck it,” Lottie said even more softly.
“I’ll bet you want to take your clothes off, don’t you?”
Lottie nodded numbly.
“Go ahead then.”
For a moment, Lottie just stood there and then she unzipped her short skirt. Off came her top and then off came her bra, and then finally, she slipped her panties down her legs.
“You’re beautiful,” Jack murmured.
“I am?”
“You know you are.”
“You know what I want?”
“What?”
“I want to see your body.”
“You do, huh?”
“I think you know I do.” Lottie sat on the bed and then her hands unbuckled the man’s belt. “Should we see what we have in here.”
Jack groaned as Lottie took his pants down and then he groaned again as she took his cock into her mouth. “Fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck, you do that so good.”
Lottie pulled her mouth free if only for a moment and she stroked Jack’s cock even as she looked up at the man. “I’m glad you like it,” she purred, “but if you ask me, it’s not me. It’s this. I just can’t help myself. I love your cock,” and with that she once more returned her mouth to Jack’s cock.
Jack groaned. He didn’t much care what it was. He just loved the way she sucked his cock. “Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. You’re going to make me cum.”
Once more, Lottie pulled her mouth free and her hand stroked his cock as she looked up at the man. “I want you to,” she said. “I want you to cum for me,” and then once more, her mouth was back on Jack’s cock.
Jack groaned. Want didn’t have much to do with it anymore. If she kept sucking his cock like that, he was going to cum in her mouth whether she wanted him to or not.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned and he thought it would happen but at the last moment, his cock held back but it was only a momentary reprieve because in the next moment, his cock was unloading itself in Lottie’s mouth.
And all the while, Lottie kept sucking on that cock and when his cock was done, she kept right on sucking.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. What are you doing?”
Lottie didn’t answer. She just kept right on sucking and soon it became clear what she was doing.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned when Lottie finally pulled her mouth free from his cock. “Oh fuck.”
“You came too fast,” Lottie admonished him in a mockingly stern manner. “Next time, you have to last a little longer.”
“Sure. Whatever you say.”
“I want to ride you,” Lottie said. “Can I ride you?”
“You can do whatever you want,” the man said.
“Then I want to ride you.”
And that was all it took. Jack laid down on the bed and Lottie straddled his body. Her hand reached between her legs and her hand took hold of his cock and her hand led his cock to her wet and waiting hole.
“I want to ride you,” she said again even as she pushed her pussy down onto that cock.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. His hands held her about the hips even as the girl bounced on his cock.
“I love this,” Lottie said as her hands played with her tits. “Do you love it when I do this?”
“Yeah,” the man groaned.
“I want to feel you cum inside me. Do you think you can do that?”
“Yeah,” the man groaned again.
“I want it. I want it so bad.”
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. She was going to get it, too. It wouldn’t take that much more. It wouldn’t take …
It wouldn’t take …
“Oh fuck.”
“Are you cumming inside me?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh my God. I love it,” the girl gushed. “I can totally feel it. Oh my God. You feel so good in my pussy.”
“Yeah,” the man groaned again.
That was the first of many times. Lottie knew it was wrong and she always felt guilty about doing it when she was done but she just couldn’t help herself. She had to keep coming back to Jack and Jack couldn’t wait for the next time she did come back to him.
“I’m thinking of getting married.”
Blake looked at his friend. “You’re kidding,” he said. “The great bachelor is thinking of leaving the ranks of the unattached? Who’s the lucky girl?”
“You know the girl Lottie?”
Blake’s face clouded over. “What? You mean you’re still seeing her?”
“Yeah. I can’t get her out of my mind.”
“But she’s married.”
“I know.”
“So how can you get married to her?”
“I think she’s going to leave her husband.”
“She told you this?”
“Well, no.”
“So how do you know she’s going to leave her husband?”
“Because she loves fucking me.”
“Because of what I did.”
“Well, maybe at first. But I think she really loves me now.”
Blake shook his head. “This is bad, man. This is really bad.”
“Why?”
“We fucked with her life. She’s doing this because of us.”
“So? I love her.”
“Yeah and what about her husband?”
“He’s an old dude. He’s a lot older than her.”
“But he’s still her husband.”
“Yeah and I still love her.”
“I hope you don’t expect me to do anything,” Blake said.
Jack shook his head. “If I can’t get her to do it on her own, then I wouldn’t ask you for your help.”
“Good,” Blake said. “You know, I don’t like this. I don’t like it a lot. This could go really bad.”
“It won’t go bad,” Jack said. “I know it won’t.”
“I hope you’re right, buddy. I hope you’re right.”
“Hi, Jack.”
“Lottie. I was hoping you’d come by. Come on in.”
Lottie entered Jack’s apartment.
“You look a little flustered today. Is something wrong?”
“You know I can’t stop myself.”
“You can’t stop yourself?”
“You know what I want.”
“That’s what I like about you.”
“What’s that?” Lottie asked even as she started to remove her clothes.
“I like the fact that you can’t control yourself. Tell me. Would you like to suck my cock?”
“God yeah. Can I?”
“You know you can.”
“Then why are we standing around here talking about this?”
“You are horny,” Jack said.
“Horny for you,” Lottie said.
“I’ll bet you say that to all the guys.”
Lottie took a step back and her eyes blazed. “Are you calling me a slut?” she asked harshly.
“Me? No. I would never do that.”
“It sure sounded like that’s what you were doing.”
“But I wasn’t.”
Lottie stood there for a moment longer as if she were trying to decide what she was going to say and then she started to grin. “That’s okay,” she said. “I wouldn’t let anyone else say that to me, but as long as it’s you, I guess it’s okay.”
“It is, huh? It’s okay if I call you a slut?”
“Sure.”
“You’re a slut,” Jack said. “You’re a slut with a slutty, little pussy.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah what?”
“I’m a slut with a slutty, little pussy.”
“You’re a slut for my cock, aren’t you.”
“You know I am, Jack.”
“Then let’s go in the bedroom and you can show me just how slutty you can be.”
“I want to. I just can’t help myself.”
Lottie let herself be led into the bedroom and then she let herself be led up onto the bed. She looked back at Jack even as she wriggled her ass at him. “I think you know what I want,” she said.
Jack knew. In fact he was right behind her as he followed her up onto the bed and then his dick was between her legs and it was pushing its way into her pussy.
“Oh, Jack,” she moaned. “Oh, Jack.”
“Yeah, you like this.”
“I love it,” she moaned.
She wasn’t the only one, Jack told himself as he drove himself inside her tight, little hole. Damn, she was hot. She was so fucking hot.
“Oh God, Jack,” she moaned. “Your cock. It’s just so … it’s just so fucking good.”
Jack slapped her ass and then he slapped it again.
“Oh my God. Fuck me.”
That’s what he was doing, Jack thought, but he wasn’t going to say anything. He wasn’t going to do anything which was going to change what was about to happen.
“I’m going to cum,” Lottie announced.
Me, too, Jack thought. I’m almost there.
“I’m going to cum,” Lottie cried out again and then she moaned as her pussy squeezed the cock inside of her and that was all it took to make Jack’s cock surge inside of her. “Oh my God,” she moaned. “Oh my God. I can’t believe it. It feels so good.”
“Yeah,” Jack said, “and just think, it’s not over yet.”
“No?”
“No. We got the rest of the afternoon to do this over and over again.”
What the hell was the matter with her? That’s what Lottie wanted to know. What the hell was the matter with her?
She took another swig of wine.
She was such a slut. That was what was the matter with her. She’d told Jack as much earlier that afternoon. He probably thought she was joking but that was the problem. She wasn’t joking. At least, she wasn’t joking with him.
She took another swig from the bottle of wine.
Jack wanted her to leave Hal and he wanted her to be with him and she did want to be with him but the problem was she was married to Hal.
She took another swig from the bottle.
She didn’t want to leave Hal. She loved Hal. Sure, he was a whole lot older than her. Sure, there were things that he just didn’t get. Hell, he was old enough to be her father and yet it just seemed to work between them. It was almost like they were supposed to be together.
And yet she needed to be with Jack, too.
She took another swig of wine.
She just couldn’t take this anymore but it would all be over soon.
She took another swig of the wine.
She could feel the sleeping pills starting to kick in.
Her body was naked. She waded out into the pool. She liked the feel of the water against her body. She liked the way it lapped against her body. She liked …
She took another swig of wine.
It would all be over with real soon.
The funeral was a morbid affair. Hal looked as if his age had suddenly doubled. His face was long and haggard and while people would come up to him and try to say something, there really was nothing that would console him. Hal was alone in his misery.
Jack wasn’t much better. He’d been sure that with time, he could have gotten Lottie to go away with him so why had she suddenly taken her life? It just didn’t make sense. It was just so incomprehensible.
Blake approached his friend. “How you doing?” he asked.
“Terrible.”
“It’s not your fault,” Blake said.
“Yeah, I know.”
“She did what she thought she had to do.”
Jack nodded numbly. “But why?”
“We may never know the answer to that.”
Jack nodded. The answer was probably the right one but it didn’t make anything better. In fact, it almost made it worse.
“This probably isn’t exactly the right time, Jack, but then when really is the right time. Let me ask you a question.”
“A question? What sort of question? Come on, Blake. What is this?”
“It’s a hypothetical question, really, but I was just wondering. If you could make sure that Lottie was okay but in so doing, if she’d never be with you, would you want that?”
“Come on, man. This isn’t the right time for that.”
“Actually, it’s exactly the right time for that. Would you want it?”
“You’re speaking gibberish, man?”
“I’m not speaking gibberish. I just wanted to know. Would you want it?”
He should have told Blake to go to hell, Jack thought. This just wasn’t the time for that and yet he seemed compelled to answer. “You mean she wouldn’t be with me but she wouldn’t commit suicide either. Would I want that?”
“Exactly.”
“Given the alternative, given what we already know has happened,” the grief stricken man said, “I suppose given that then yes, I’d take it. Why?”
“Just wondering,” Blake said.
“Man, you are one weird ass mother fucker, and sick, too. Did you know that? You’re sick, too,” and with that, Jack got up and stormed away.
Blake made no attempt to get up and follow. After all, he had something else to think about. There was something he could do but it would take a toll.
By that evening, he’d come to a decision. He’d have to prepare for it and it would take some time but time was the one thing that he had in abundance.
Jack was a jerk.
That was what Blake was thinking when he got back to his apartment. Jack was his friend but he was also a jerk. It was just as much his fault that Lottie was dead.
Well maybe not his fault exactly, Blake allowed. There probably was no way that he could have seen what Lottie would do but even if he couldn’t have foreseen it, he still pushed the girl and he pushed her right up to the fucking edge, so yeah, in a way, it was Jack’s fault and it was his fault, too.
He’d done what Jack had wanted. He hadn’t known what Lottie would do but that didn’t make him any less culpable. It was his fault, too, and it was all because he’d thought he was repaying a debt.
Well that was done. He wasn’t going to do that anymore. After this, that debt was repaid in full. That was all well and good for the future though, but that did nothing about the past.
Well, that could be handled, too. It would take some doing. He’d have to prepare but if he did it right, all would be well again.
There was a moment of disorientation. He’d known where it was he was supposed to be going but more than that, he knew when. The only question was was he where he was supposed to be.
He was back at the party, all right. He was back at the party when he’d first met Lottie. He was at what Blake now thought of as the scene of the crime. The only question was was he when he was supposed to be.
“Damn, she’s hot,” Jack said.
Blake looked at his friend. “Yeah, so?”
“So I was wondering if you could do something.”
“Like what?” his friend asked.
“I think you know what I’m talking about.”
“’Fraid not,” Blake said. “Why don’t you enlighten me.”
“You know what I’m talking about. It’s that mind twisty thing you do.”
“It’s the mind twisty thing you think I do.”
“Fine. Have it your way. Do you think there’s any way she might find me irresistible?”
“What’d you have in mind, Jack?”
“I think you know what I have in mind.”
“I thought we’d talked about this.”
“We did.”
“And I heard what you had to say.”
Blake sighed again. “I’ll give her a nudge,” Blake said.
Yeah right, Blake thought. That’s what Jack said now but if things didn’t quite go the way he wanted them to …
“You’re sure you’re not going to ask me to do it again?”
“I promise.”
“Okay.”
“Hey, here she comes.”
“Jack,” Lottie had said. “You made it.”
“I said I would.”
“And I see you brought a friend.”
Blake reached out a hand. “Heya,” the man had said. “How you doing?”
Lottie took the man’s hand and her eyes locked in on his and for a moment there, her body just seemed to freeze but it was only just for a moment and then the girl seemed to shake her head and she seemed to get her senses back about her. “I’m, um, I’m glad to meet you. I’m glad you could make it.”
“I’m glad I could make it, too.”
Lottie shook her head as if to clear it. She looked at Jack and she smiled. He was a nice guy. There was no doubt about that but compared to her husband …
She smiled at that. There was no one that compared to her husband. Hal was just so hot. In fact, now that she thought about it, she almost wished she could just send all these people home so she could have some alone time with her husband. In fact, now that she thought about it, she just couldn’t help but purr to herself at how hot he made her. There would never be another man that was as hot as her husband.
She looked at Blake. “Nice to meet you,” she said again, and then she looked at Jack. “I’m glad you could come,” she said and then she headed off to find her husband as quickly as she could.
Jack watched the girl go and only after she’d left did he turn on his friend. “Some friend you are,” he grumped.
“As a matter of fact, I am your friend.”
“Yeah, but I thought we talked about what I wanted.”
“We did talk.”
“Hmm. I don’t seem to remember that.”
“No, I don’t suppose you would, but take my word for it. We’ve had this conversation before and you really don’t want to do this.”
“Hmmph. I think you just don’t want to do it.”
“You know me. I don’t lie. Ever.”
“Yeah, but—”
“You know, Jack, you really are one hell of a piece of work.”
“Hmm. How’s that?”
“Let me tell you a story,” Blake said. “It starts with a naked woman lying face down in a swimming pool …”