Stray Bullet (4 page)

He pulled her gently down onto the carpet and went to work, gently prying his tongue from her navel he moved down, removing her underwear in a single sweep of the hand, and continuing to her surprisingly damp clitoris. Spring’s calming
Allegro
jumped in and she rode his tongue to the sweet sound of violins. She climaxed quickly crunching her hips into Jack’s face.
Summer
had begun and he was ready for the chase. He moved on top of her and they wriggled around on the carpet for a few moments. Lee ripping at his clothes trying to remove them. She hadn’t been treated this well since sixth form and she intended to make up for lost time. All went still for a moment as he inserted himself into her. He hadn’t been with another girl for a while and hoped not to disappoint. He gained the dominant position and as the violins exploded so did they, almost becoming the subject of the music. Jack was exhilarated as
summer
took hold. His emotions hit fever pitch, biting at her neck. In turn, her nails almost pierced the skin of his buttocks. She wailed with excitement. Having already climaxed once she awaited the next with exhilaration and enthusiasm. They rolled quite violently, hitting a lamp off the coffee table and sweeping anything and everything out of their way, riding each other as though it was the last thing they would ever accomplish in life, as though their lives depended on it, clinging to each other neither gave an inch for separation, stretching all parts of their bodies.  Lee tugged at his buttocks refusing to believe there wasn’t more to have, Jack bucking like a mule until they reached summer’s
Tempo impetuoso d’Estate
when the excitement of the orchestra, the build-up of the instruments, all coincided with the build up inside of Jack and Lee both.

“It’s too muchhhh… It’s too muchhh, aaaargh!” they wailed as they finally climaxed together…

Autumn’s beautiful
Allegro
began. As Jack stared deeply into Lee's eyes he thought to himself,
this is as close to heaven as it gets
.  He kissed her softly once more before easing himself off her.

The whole episode took only some twenty minutes, but the explosive encounter had taken its toll on both Jack and Lee alike.  Wiping the sweat from his brow, the only words he could muster were… “Okay, you fancy that coffee now…?”

Lee looked at him in his eyes and laughed loudly. 

“Jesus, darling. I was right. You are enjoying a second wind, aren’t you? Can we not just go straight to bed?”

“
Okay, I’ll race you,” he replied, leaping to his feet.

Lee lunged forward to grab his leg in an attempt to slow him down as she tried to get up. He fought playfully against her as she clambered up and scrambled past him heading towards the stairs. Half-heartedly he made chase, enjoying the sight of her in her natural state still looking graceful even in flight up the stairs. He roared at her playfully in chase and without looking back, she shrieked in response, running across the landing and bursting through the door of the master bedroom. She threw herself onto the bed reaching for the covers and adopting a defensive foetal position whilst waiting for his entrance. A moment later he was in the room and on top of her, tugging at the sheets, trying to get under the bedclothes with her, both laughing with delight, she eventually conceded allowing him entry. Their eyes met and once again they embraced, beginning what would turn out to be a sustained night of passion, unworthy of the seedy undertones that surrounded it.

B
irds began to sing and light shone through the curtains of the master bedroom. Jack opened his eyes and glanced longingly at Lee lying beside him.

He stretched his aching muscles before manoeuvring quietly out of the bed so as not to disturb her. He headed towards the door, on the back of which hung his large towelling dressing gown, embroidered with the words Lainston House; a hotel at which he had attended a friend’s wedding reception. He had worn this marvellous gown during his stay and to his surprise, upon returning home and unpacking, there it was. He smiled as he put the gown on thinking back to how mischievous he had felt at the time; how he had dodged past the reception desk looking sternly ahead wishing to catch nobody’s eye in case they could read the guilt on his face. He had felt like a smuggler. He never heard from the hotel again but had received a lecture from his father on how…
The theft of towels from hotels is one of their largest single expenses, without which their tariffs would be substantially reduced.
  He smirked recalling his father’s stern words.

Before he left the room Lee began to stir.

“Are you going to shower, Lee?” he asked, opening the door.

“Oh I better had. Yes.” Her bleary eyes meeting his, her hair resembling that of a thatched roof on a beautiful country cottage, she mustered a disorientated smile. Jack laughed,

“I know you’re probably busy, but you are welcome to sleep in for a bit if you want.”

“No, darling. I have things to do, I’d better get up.”

“Okay. Well I’m going to get some breakfast. Do you fancy a Full English, to get those energy levels back up?”  Jack sniggered.

“Sounds delightful. I’ll be down in a moment… once I’ve showered,” she replied, her voice croaking slightly as she attempted to wake properly.

Jack was feeling highly invigorated. There was a bounce in his step as he made his way down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, almost although his psychotic actions of the previous day had never taken place.

Lisa Jackson wandered into the bathroom, her slender brown legs aching from the night of passion she had just endured. She took with her a bag full of the cosmetics that held the necessary equipment to return her to her full splendour, although it wouldn’t take much as she was naturally beautiful. She turned on the shower and climbed into the cubicle, the warm water beating on her skin, she began returning to the land of the living.

Her life hadn’t always been this way. Her upbringing had been modest, but comfortable. She had acquired a scholarship to gain entry to a reputable boarding school in Somerset, without which her parents she would not have been able to afford the fees. Her grades had been good enough for entrance into university, where she secretly began escorting men to complement her pitiful grant. She had planned to carry on doing this work until completion of her degree in Arts & Literature when she would return her life to normality.  However, it soon became apparent to her that men were prepared to pay a lot more than the £100.00 she received for a night’s work, if she was prepared to offer more than simply companionship over dinner.

Of course she had dismissed the advances at first, but after twelve months or so, she found herself escorting a handsome and wealthy businessman around London. Towards the close of the evening, he expressed a desire to take things further and although playfully at first, they began debating what would be an acceptable price.

“Darling you simply could not possibly afford me…” she had said in conclusion.

“Try me!” was the brief and confident reply.

She thought for a moment for a figure that would make him think twice, without wishing to insult him or for him to think she was belittling his advances, after all there could be more work at risk.  “Three thousand pounds.” she joked.

“Done!” he said without hesitation… and later that evening the progression from escort to lady of the night began.

He had been very pleased with his night out and the word spread quickly amongst his friends, who inundated her with calls for her services. She decided from the outset that she would only ever escort the ones she found palatable after that. It didn’t take long for her to realise that she was making far more money than she would ever earn from a normal career, and she soon thereafter dropped out of university…

Lisa turned off the shower and stretched out for a towel. She began dabbing herself dry as she heard a car draw near on the gravel drive. Remaining unfazed by the potential appearance of visitors, she wiped the steam covered mirror with a hand towel and started to organise her hair. She always took casual clothes with her for afterwards, so as to tone the tempo down, an indication to the client that
the
date
was over. Today she had blue Levi Strauss Jeans and a white polo neck cashmere jumper. She still looked radiant.

She put the remainder of her belongings away in a small overnight bag and ventured out towards the stairs wondering what wonderful cuisine had been prepared for her. As she approached the top of the stairs, she heard voices from the hallway.

“There’s ten thousand there for you Jack…”

Jack stood looking at the wedge of notes and sensed taking Lucio’s money would only serve for him to descend further into darkness, the darkness of Lucio’s underworld…

“I was returning a favour; I owed you. I can’t accept that!” she heard Jack reply.

There was something about the visitor’s voice that she recognised. She remained perched and hesitant at the top of the stairs.

“Jack, it was more than a favour. You saved me from serving at Her Majesty's pleasure, besides there’s a lot more where that came from…” purred Lucio. “Interested?”

“Well I have been thinking about it and…” before Jack had a chance to politely turn down any future opportunities Lee appeared.

“Good morning, everyone. I hope I’m not interrupting. It’s Mr Lucianni, isn’t it?” interrupted Lee as she strutted down the staircase and into the kitchen. She held out her hand. “I’m Lisa.”

Lucio looked dumbfounded for a second but quickly regained his composure.

“You may call me Lucio.”
he purred, suspiciously looking to Jack for an explanation. “Jack this must be your best guarded secret.” Jack blushed.

“Lucio this is my friend Lee. She stayed over last night.” He continued, “Lee, your breakfast’s in the oven. I’m afraid if you’d like eggs you’ll need to cook them yourself. Lucio arrived before I had a chance to…”

“Don’t worry, darling. Why don’t you take Lucio through to the living room and I’ll bring you some coffee once I’ve eaten?” Lee interrupted again.

Jack hardly knew what to say, it seemed the hired whore had turned into the hired house wife!

“Err… yes that’s a great idea thanks, Lee.”
 
He didn’t want to give Lucio the impression he needed to hire women and so he played along.

“Shall we…?” He beckoned to Lucio, whose mind was playing overtime at how this lady might know him. They wandered through to the living room.

Lee sat in the kitchen to eat her breakfast. Her mind drifted onto what Jack and Lucio might do for a living. It was part of her code never to ask personal questions. She was surprised at Lucio’s comments though. It seemed somehow Jack had kept Lucio from prison.
Maybe he is a lawyer or an accountant?
she pondered. 
If so, he’s one of a kind…
she thought smirking to herself.

The alarm on the coffee maker sounded and she rose to try and find the necessary porcelain to create a reasonable presentation for Jack’s guest. This was not her forte, however for a first attempt she seemed quite pleased with herself.

The living room door opened and Lee strolled in with the tray.  “I’m sorry, Lucio.  If Jack had given me more notice I could have been more organised,” she reported apologetically.

Jack, although almost speechless, was pleased at this charade and was curious to see when it would end.

“Lisa, where has Jack been hiding you?” replied Lucio, desperately searching his mind for his connection to her. She simply acknowledged the compliment but did not reply.

She had become very observant, a professional necessity, and recognised the two had been as thick as thieves when she entered but very quickly changed the subject once she approached them.

They continued talking but about nothing in particular while Lee was in the room and after ten minutes or so Lucio looked at Jack;

“Well, Jack.  I need to be somewhere else.  Keep me informed of your progress.”
He turned to Lisa. “It has been a pleasure, Lisa,”
he said uncomfortably.

Jack walked Lucio to his car to see him off. Lee remained in the house and observed through the kitchen window as Jack ushered Lucio into his Bentley.

Once Jack reappeared in the kitchen Lee said,

“I
’m sorry, Jack, if I read too far into the situation.”

“Lee…” Jack replied awkwardly “will you come back to speak candidly with me when you have time later this week?”

“You know my rules, Jack,” she replied abruptly picking up her bag and starting for the door.

“Can you not break them just once?” he implored.

“No
.” she said as she reached the front door. She turned looking deep into Jack’s eyes and smiled. “Maybe…” she said and with confusion ruling her mind, she hurried to the car and sped off down the driveway.

“Damn,” muttered Jack to himself. “I think she likes me.”