JACK OF DIAMONDS, REDUX

Chapter five: To be edited

CHAPTER 5

“Deal!” Artie said, pulling his erection out of his pants and untying the cord around his pants he used as a belt.

He’d leaned over and untied her hands as soon as he realized how far she was willing to go. He'd wanted to feel her holding the length of him, milking his the thickness of his tadger with her hands, and encouraging him. She had made no objections to him when he pushing pushed her dressing gown down, and exposing her breasts as he before finally spilled spilling his seed into her mouth.

He looked at the fullness of her breasts in the soft moonlight as he stuffed himself back into his pants, The H her nipples were teased erect by the night air coming through the open window French doors. She was He watched as she spitting his spunk into a small lace hankie, and looking up at him with a tight smile, her long, dark hair covering half of her face. She sat back up on her haunches, pulling the her dressing gown up and over her shoulders, then and raking her hair out of her face with her fingers before she spoke.

“I’ll have you know, I’ll not be copulating with you. However, judging by the size of your weapon, I’ll have you know—not yet— but I am willing to fellate you. Also too,” she added, “I will not swallow your seed until I feel there’s something worthwhile between us.”

“Worthwhile? What’s that supposed to mean?" he ask laughed, sitting on a small settee.

“It has to do with our partnership? I’d hoped you might think we were off to a good start? It would better persuade me as to your sincerity if you were to take that silly rag off your head and let me see your face.”

“Why? I can assure you, madame, you do not know me.”

“Then what do you have to hide? You asked me to prove that I’d be willing to go as far as I did to be your partner—and I did. The least you could should do is reciprocate.”

He nodded, pulling the mask off.

“Do you have a cigarette?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Sorry. But look, I'm willing to work with you as one of my partners—”

“One of them?”

“But it seems rather obvious to me that you have certain—how do I say this? Issues—”

“Issues?” she laughed, crawling into the shadows and sitting with her back against the wall, looking up at him on the settee. She pulled the dressing gown tight, wrapping her arms around herself. “My husband’s not here tonight. Rather strange, don’t you think? Do you want to know why?”

“Is he part of the issue, or the whole issue?”

“I suppose he is, in a way.”

“And you want to use me to get back at him? Is that what this is about?”

“Does it matter what my motives are?”

“It might help me to understand you a little better.”

“He's in London—probably for the night, I should think.”

“The man’s obviously a fool.”

“I suppose he He did not feel felt there was no need to telephone, and let me know he was not returning. but I’m afraid that ’s probably because he has needs, like every man—like yourself—which explains why he’d rather be with his mistress, than his own wife, don’t you think?”

“Then the man’s doubly a fool.”

“That’s kind of you to say.”

“You’re a very beautiful woman…I do not even know your name.”

“Jennifer Ashcroft. Jenny.”