The table was a huge piece of dark, carved wood, rescued from a fraternity at the University. It was at least as old as the house. Tonight it was spread with china, crystal, and candles.
Jackson, with a little help from the others, dragged out and served the salad, potatoes, and grilled salmon.
“So is this actually your place?” Pinky asked.
“Sort of,” Jackson said. “More properly it’s my parents’. They’re living in Spain for two years so are paying me to take care of it.”
“Quite an arrangement, isn’t it?” Rosie said.
“Yes indeed. I’m not sure what else I would do for a job these days. Things have been so bad since I left school that I’ve been taking accounting courses in town.”
There were murmurs of sympathy around the table.
“I’m sure my parents wouldn’t quite approve of the use to which I’m putting the property. But then everything is always clean when they come to visit, the horses fed and the hedges trimmed. I sure can throw better parties here than in the old apartment.”
Michael was flirting quite openly with Rosie. She tended to blush easily, and when she did, her exposed skin turned a gorgeous shade of pink all the way down to her breasts. Evan was watching with amusement. He was sitting between Rosie and Tom, and was soon discussing the price of home renovations with the later.
Dianne tried to talk to Arthur, who was sitting next to her. He gave her short answers and resumed his conversation with Melissa.
Jackson watched them all. The tension around the table crackled with subtle and not-so-subtle flirtation and complex power plays, all performed as if for his Tomefit. He savored it, letting it melt through him like a strong drink, and saw things that no one else else at the table could see.
Melissa was ignoring Arthur, but with much more subtlety and grace than he in turn slighted Dianne. Arthur scarcely noticed how she insulted him with a word or two or the timing of an answer. Probably no one else at the table did either. Arthur just wanted to be seen talking with such a dangerous person. Why did Dianne like him? It was quite a waste, Jackson thought.
There were three women and five men. Jackson was not sorry that he couldn’t keep the numbers even. The excess of men created a delicious tension, and endless possibilities for conflict later.
An hour later the dinner dishes were cleared and chocolate icecream served over raspberries.
“Could you just stack your dishes in the sink?” Jackson asked. “I have lots of work to do before the final drawing.”
The door to Jackson’s study opened on oiled hinges. Dianne tucked the credit card into her bra.
The lights were out, all but the bluish light of the Macintosh screen, and the paper out indicator on the Laserwriter.
Dianne let her eyes adjust to the dark.
There was a pile of horse tack along one wall, and some boxes, neatly labeled. Toys for later. The computer displayed nothing but a paused game of Tetris. Dianne thought of digging in the hard drive, but refrained. Where was Jackson’s clipboard? He had written on it the results of the first drawing.
Behind Dianne, the door opened, noisily. She jumped in the sudden flood of light.
“Hello,” Jackson said. “Looking for something?” He shut the door behind him and casually slid the bolt.
“Yes, in fact.” Dianne mastered her racing heartbeat and prepared to negotiate. “The game is supposed to be completely random.”
“Supposed to, yes.” Jackson walked passed her and slumped into the desk chair and tossed the clipboard on the desk, face down.
“Then how come Melissa always draws top?”
“Would you do anything to annoy Melissa?”
“No,” She said. And then, “I’m top tonight. I want Arthur for the second drawing.”
Jackson looked up at her searchingly. “No you don’t.”
“I’d thank you not to tell me what I want, but how to get it.”
“Take your chances, with the rest of them.”
The rules of the game were very clear. Each drew first to fix their role for the evening, taker or taken. The second drawing paired them up. Yet there was ample time between the first drawing at eight and the second drawing at ten for negotiation, trades, threats, and bribery. The same went for the time between the second drawing and midnight, the official start of festivities. As far as Dianne knew, however, all the intrigue happened between players, and did not involve the incorruptible master of ceremonies. Well, supposedly incorruptible.
“I don’t want to take chances. I want a sure thing. And I don’t believe that you get off just watching us. I think you were expecting something like this. What do you want for a sure thing?”
Jackson leaned back and stretched slowly, luxuriously. “What would you do?”
Dianne took a step closer. “Anything in the rules. I don’t have to leave until late Sunday, either.”
Jackson nodded. “Anything. Tomorrow. I want a down-payment now.”
“Don’t you trust me?”
“Sure I trust you. Except I developed a raging hard-on during this conversation, and I don’t want to drag back into company like this. You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”
Jackson pulled a condom out of the desk drawer and tossed it to her. “On your knees, like you mean it.”
Dianne smiled. She knelt in front of Jackson and unfastened his pants. He had closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the chair. His penis was about average size and very hard when she had untangled it from his underwear. She unrolled the condom and covered it carefully, stroking Jackson’s erection with her fingers before taking it in her mouth.
Jackson’s breath whistled quietly between his teeth.
Dianne teased the head with her tongue. She figured they wouldn’t be missed for several minutes at least and wanted to make full use of the time. Jackson’s gratitude was very important. After licking the shaft for a minute or two, even brushing her teeth along it, Dianne started swallowing the whole length. She reached down and played with his balls.
Latex. Yuck, she thought. Should have brought some whipped cream.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Jackson’s face. His lips were parted and his expression soft and sweet and rapt. He didn’t touch her, but gripped the arms of the chair. Yet she could feel his appreciation, warm as sunlight, as his body quivered and a moan slipped though his lips.
Dianne teased the root with her tongue as she fucked him more quickly. His hips pumped suddenly, and she felt him climax, arching his back out of the chair. She sucked hard and drew out the last shudder from his body.
“That was quick,” she said once her mouth was free.
“Yes, well, I’ll have you all tomorrow. Now I have to prepare for the second drawing.”
Jackson reached for a KEvannex.
Originally posted 2008-08-25 14:50:59.