Jack and Me... and His Lodger

By Rachel Cray

Warning: Contains some scenes with explicit sex.
Sarah is broke, and makes a crazy decision to supplement her income by offering her body to a stranger one evening. She is rescued by a former co-worker, who provides her with a route out of her financial problems - and, at the same time, becomes her lover. Things get out-of-hand when she meets his larger-than-life house-guest, who wants a menage with her and her hero. How can she get rid of this cuckoo in the love-nest she wants to build?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rachel Cray
• Release date: Jun 3, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458081797

Rachel Cray

Rachel writes erotic romances to two sub-genres: the first she calls "law firm erotic", where her characters are the horny partners and employees of a U.S. law firm, and whose spare-time activities may best be described simply as sex-related. The second sub-genre she calls "village erotic", where the cast are the horny inhabitants of Maybourne, a fictional old market town in the heart of England with a number of olde worlde villages, Tudor buildings, a ruined abbey and other picturesque features in both rural and urban settings.She has worked in several European countries, first as a secretary and then as an executive assistant, before returning to her roots in Surrey, England, and close to London; for many years she was the director of administration at the London office of a large U.S. law firm before leaving to run her own recruitment company. Now in semi-retirement, she devotes most of her spare time to writing erotic romance novellas, drawing on her life's experiences in a variety of fields. She is married with children and grandchildren.

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Jack and Me... and His Lodger

by Rachel Cray

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Copyright 2011 Rachel Cray

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CHAPTER 1

It was getting dark and, nervously, I stopped and stood under a street light to wait for business. The street was well-known for hookers – there was a park nearby for use by those customers who didn't want to do it their cars – but I was the only one there that night so far, and I had never done this before. Perhaps I had arrived too early. Stupid fool, I thought. Most people in commerce undertake some kind of market research before jumping into anything new; this must extend to sex workers, too. I had seen prostitutes loitering in this street at night and had assumed that, although the job had its dangers, it might present an opportunity for me to make some easy money in the short-term.

I should have explored everything carefully: the best time to be there, the type of clientele I might be facing, and what to do if things were to go wrong. A shortage of money had made me rush into amateur prostitution, and I was quite unprepared for it. Here I was, a 24 year old redundant bank cashier with limited sexual experience, forced into an alien world, offering my body for hire. My mind - a fine mind, my schoolteachers had said - counted for nothing that evening. Alone and vulnerable under the street light, I waited for whatever man with money was going to approach me.

A balding guy, in his early forties maybe, walked towards me from the other side of the street. I'd hardly noticed him in the evening gloom until he came closer, even though there was hardly anyone else around. He was a couple of inches shorter than me and he wore glasses; an ordinary Joe like a zillion others in the world, I supposed.

Are you working? he asked.

Sorry? I managed a stammer.

Are you working this street tonight?

Yeah. Maybe I should have sounded a little more enthusiastic.

Look, I'm not after sex exactly. But I'll pay you if....

He was clearly embarrassed; I raised my eyebrows and tried to convey an encouraging look.

OK, lady, I've got this fetish. I like to watch women pleasure themselves. I'll pay you if you'll let me watch you masturbate. Or pretend to.

I hadn't expected this. My first customer was a deviant. You want me to play with myself for you? Right here, in public?

No, there's a quiet spot over in the park. There's a light there, and I can watch you do it there. He turned to walk towards the park.

We haven't discussed money yet, I said, not moving. I hadn't a clue what to charge him. I suggested he pay me three-quarters the standard rate for penetrative sex, not knowing how long it might take, and he agreed. Once he had paid me, we started walking to the place he had mentioned.

I haven't seen you here before. Are you new on the scene?

I've been on the other side of town, but I thought I'd give this area a try, I lied.

I'm Tom, by the way.

Call me Sue.

We said no more, but reached the spot after a few minutes. The main road - my new territory - was still visible from where we stood. The light was strong enough for him to see everything he wanted, and I turned to him for instructions.

Do you want me to just stand and do it with my legs apart? I asked.

No. I’ll lay down on my back, and you kneel or squat over me so that your pussy is right up close to my face. So I can see everything. And maybe smell you, too.

He lay down on the grass, and I knelt over him, facing the light so that he could see everything. I pulled down my panties, hiked up my skirt, and parted my legs wide and began fingering myself.

Stockings! I didn't realise you were wearing stockings. That’s a bonus! His pleasure was evident.

I heard him unzip his fly; I turned round to watch him get it out and start to masturbate.

Don't mind me, he smiled. You look great in your stockings and garters.

I concentrated hard, and pulled the lips of my slit apart so he could see everything. This gave me no pleasure, and I wasn't sure whether my actions would be enough to satisfy him. I heard him panting as he stroked himself in eager anticipation. I looked down between my legs, and moaned and grunted softly in the hope that this might stimulate my customer.

I could tell from his breathing that he soon began to stroke himself faster and gasped in excitement. I turned round to look again: he'd pulled down his trousers and trunks and was starting to finger his balls lightly with his free hand. I looked at his erection, waiting for the purple head to spew its load; I now felt strangely excited. I'd never seen a man jerking off before.

Quite unexpectedly, my own juices began to flow, but I was working and it would be unprofessional if my customer were to notice my excitement. I forced myself to look straight ahead, and continued my soft moan.

After four or five minutes, his moment of orgasm arrived. He grunted loudly as he ejaculated; the first couple of shots landed on his shirt, and the remainder dribbled down his fingers, clutching his upright shaft as he lay there, catching his breath.

Sue, he gasped. That was fantastic. Thank you so much. That's one of the best I've had like this.

I said nothing as I stood up again, put my panties back on and brushed my skirt down. He got back to his feet, and we turned to walk back to the road.

Once again, Sue, that was really great. Will you be here next week? Can we do this again? At the same time? And you’ll be wearing stockings, just like tonight?

O.K., I guess so, I replied. All I had to do was squat there and let him watch me play-acting. It was easy money. What was less easy was controlling my emotions; seeing my first client reach his climax had set an impulse stirring within my own body, and it still lingered as I returned to my place, standing under the street light.

I waited for another half an hour. Of the few people who passed by, nobody gave me a second glance. Watching that guy masturbating had made me feel horny, and the feeling hadn't passed. The episode had taken me completely by surprise, and I began to wonder whether I was really cut out to be doing this; hookers weren't supposed to enjoy sex with their customers, were they? Perhaps if I'd had a little more sex in my life up to then, I'd have been a wiser woman.

Just for that one job, I had earned more than the bank would have paid me for a day's work. I decided to cut my losses and relax with a couple of drinks in a local bar before heading home. At last I had a little money to spend. And who knows, I thought, maybe I'll pick up a guy there. I moved on.

* * *

Twenty minutes later, I walked into a bar which I had visited once before, and went straight to the restroom before ordering a drink. I had to wash off the loud make-up I was wearing; it was a dead giveaway to the barman, and there was no way he's serve a prostitute or a girl dressed like one. Luckily there was nobody else at the washbasins. I buttoned up my blouse, took one last look at myself in the mirror and considered I looked pretty respectable. I couldn't do anything about the hideous shoes, but maybe they wouldn't be noticed. I went to the bar and ordered a white wine.

I'd taken one sip and was ready to turn round to select a chair at a free table, when I sensed a man sidling up to me. I only turned when he began to speak.

Good evening, Sarah. It's been a while since I've seen you.

I recognised him, but I couldn't place him. He was just over six feet tall, dark, in his late 20s, and wore a warm smile. He noticed my glazed expression and realised he had to introduce himself.

Jack Holbrook. When you first joined the bank, you were assigned to my branch. You were only there for a month before I got promoted and assigned somewhere else.

Oh, yes, now I remember, I smiled with relief as I was now able to place him and shook his proffered hand. How are things with you these days?

Fine, thanks. And how about you?

It's all quite sad. The bank made me redundant a couple of months ago. I'm still looking for something else.

There were a lot of redundancies then. It's all the luck of the draw. But there'll be a new opening for you somewhere, I'm sure.

We were silent for a moment, each trying to think of more to say.

Are you with anyone tonight? he asked.

No, I came alone. I’ve had a rotten day, and I just fancied a quiet drink.

Well, Sarah, would you like to be my guest? I'm just having a quiet drink too.

I paused, pretending to think it over. O.K. That would be nice. Thank you.

He ushered me to a table with a couple of chairs; a glass of beer, half drunk, was waiting for his return.

Cheers. We clunked glasses and he moved his chair closer to mine. So what have you been doing with yourself?

I outlined my efforts to look for another job, with the endless trawling of agencies and the lack of temporary work available in the current economic climate. He nodded sympathetically.

You live alone, then? he asked.

I share with a girlfriend, who's staying with her sister for a couple of weeks. But, frankly, I won't be able to keep paying my share of the mortgage for much longer. My redundancy payment wasn’t that huge.

I used to share with someone, but it didn't work out. I found a place for myself and never looked back. But I was very lucky - everything came together at the right time.

So there's nobody special in your life right now? I