Chapter Twenty

“So what time are the ladies showing up?”

Half-heartedly Jon speared a tempura prawn with his fork and pushed it around the square plate, his appetite waning rapidly. It was possibly a touch of jet lag that was making him so uninterested in the night’s proceedings but it was more like the night before that had been spent sitting up with Rachel was making his head spin with tiredness.

Richie snorted and cocked an eyebrow at his friend, mischief twinkling in his dark eyes.

“I didn’t arrange for any ladies to show up….” Patting his mouth clean with a napkin he grinned at Jon and checked his watch. “Our usual companions should be waiting downstairs for us, so if you’re done let’s get our asses down there.”

Jon drained his wine glass resignedly and nodded at the waiter for the check. Richie hadn’t had the easiest of times lately and he hadn’t the heart to tell him he wasn’t really in the mood for their usual shenanigans. Fuck it they weren’t kids anymore but somebody seemed to have forgotten to let Richie in on that little secret.

The chic bar in the basement of the restaurant was a hive of activity, the sounds of chatter and glasses chinking mingling with the soft dulcet music playing in the background. Richie led the way through the throng, nodding and smiling until they reached the red barrier that cordoned off the private section. The burly concierge smiled in greeting and lifted the rope to allow them access, Richie dropping a twenty into his hand in thanks.

The smaller room was quiet, only a few of the intimate booths occupied by guests murmuring to one another over their drinks. Hands in his pockets Jon scanned the room, unable to help the smirk that lit up his eyes when he spotted a familiar brunette laughing in a corner with her companion.

“Hey Janelle, long time sugar….”

“Jonny baby, it’s been too long!”

The tanned beauty pouted her perfectly made up lips at him as she uncrossed her long legs, the tops of her smooth thighs barely concealed by a tight red satin dress and scooted lithely across the seat to make room for him.

“How ya doin Morgan? Good to see you.”

Jon grinned at the fiery red haired woman sitting across from Janelle, her white teeth flashing a megawatt smile back at him before she wrapped her arms around Richie’s neck, squealing in delight when he slid her onto his lap.

“I’ve missed you………” 

Janelle purred into Jon’s ear, her scarlet tipped fingers sliding between his legs under the table and rasping their way to his crotch. Despite his earlier apprehension, the friction of her nails scraping over the denim of his jeans made his cock twitch, the desire glittering in her heavily lined eyes making its presence known from her touch.

Jon sucked in a breath, his arm reaching around to let his fingers brush the generous swell of her bust that threatened to burst from the tight strappings of the dress. These were high class girls, discretion was never an issue and they didn’t come cheap but they were worth it.

Richie in the midst of lavishing attention on his favourite red head caught his best friend’s eye and raised his brows in expectation. When Jon nodded and returned the smirk he chuckled and returned his concentration to the jiggling Morgan on his lap.

“Let’s have some fun people!”

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A hazy mist swam in front of Jon’s eyes as he struggled to focus on the tousled waves of dark hair bobbing up and down in his lap. Somehow, through the course of several bottles of the finest wine LA had to offer the party had ended up back in Richie’s house. He was vaguely aware of his shirt hanging open, his stomach damp from the sticky residue of champagne that Janelle was currently licking off his navel. Groaning he let his head fall back against the headrest of the sofa, Richie’s living room only dimly lit by small table lamps casting shadows that merged into the darkness.

Janelle’s lips made a loud smacking sound as she sat up between his knees, her abundant curls of hair bouncing around her face. With a small laugh she locked eyes with him and began to unfold his belt, her fingernails lightly scratching the delicate skin of his abdomen.

“You wanna play Jonny?”

A grunt was all he could muster as Jon watched her pull his jeans and briefs off his hips, his ever dutiful manhood standing to attention once she released it from their confines.

“Oooh baby……it’s been so long since I wrapped my lips around you…….”

Her sultry voice dripped like honey over his brain, a gasp of pleasure escaping his throat when she began to stroke his cock with her long fingers.

“You want me to suck your dick Jonny, just the way you like it?”

Jon merely nodded and closed his eyes as he felt Janelle’s slick tongue snake its way down his shaft, her breath hot against his pulsing skin, the wet heat spreading from her mouth down to his balls.

“Mnnnn, you’re so hard for me Jonny………..I’m gonna suck you dry baby……”

The muffled words normally sent him wild with desire, he’d fucked this chick more times than he cared to remember but tonight they washed over him, her crassness grating against his senses. 

Shutting out the brunette’s mews of delight his mind drifted back to the woman who’d arrested his thoughts for much of the day. Images of Rachel laughing at his cooking in the kitchen, the smouldering fire that had set her eyes alight when he’d finally claimed her against that wall – God she was beautiful.

Janelle’s enthusiasm grew in intensity as did the pulsing at the base of his shaft. His fingers curled through the twists of her dark hair while her lips and tongue worked him through an ill satisfying climax. A deep throated groan rumbled from his heaving chest as he felt her swallow every last drop from him, her long fingers clamped tightly around his pulsing cock.

“Mmmmn you taste so good Jonny, just like always…….”

The girl sat back on her impossibly high heels, her fingertips delicately wiping the smeared lipstick at the corners of her mouth.

“You want to take this upstairs so we can play some more?”

Slowly regaining his senses Jon shook his head, for some reason unfathomable to his drunken mind he felt dirty and sordid, he needed to get this chick out of here.

“I think that’s enough fun for one night baby, I’ll call a car to take you home…..”

Ignoring her look of disbelief, he shifted in the chair to pull his jeans back over his hips and fumbled to flick on another lamp sitting on an ornate table beside him.

“But baby we only just got started……..c’mon let me show you a good time…..”

Janelle started to protest, her hands flying to her back to pull down the zipper on the dress that barely contained her billowing breasts.

“Don’t bother sweetheart, I’m an old man and I need my sleep.”

When she reached for him, Jon waved her away tiredly and got to his feet a little unsteadily, his fingers reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. Right now he’d have paid a small fortune to get her the hell out of here, the damn car couldn’t come quick enough.

A short phone call later and he was handing Janelle her coat whilst ushering her to the front door.

“You’re sure I can’t tempt you Jonny? I hate to think of you on your own in that big bouncy bed up there………”

Her dark eyes swirled with a mixture of hopefulness and anticipation, a long leg perched on top of five inch stilettos snaking its way around Jon’s left calf to hook his body against hers. Jon paused before he chased away any lingering doubts that may have been racing through his veins and firmly pulled their bodies apart to a safe distance.

“Not tonight sugar……. I’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”

“Richie’s not worried…..” Janelle looked to the ceiling above their heads where a faint thumping was leaking from the room up above before she eyed Jon speculatively. 

“Morgan and him are having a real good time from the sounds of it…….”

A ripple of annoyance snapped through Jon as he stood in front of her, his shirt still hanging open from where she had licked him clean. The girl had a persuasive talent, that was for sure. A flash of car lights at the bottom of Richie’s driveway signalled the arrival of Janelle’s taxi home and Jon held the door open for her before he could change his mind.

“Good night Janelle, thanks.”

Taking one final regretful look at him, Janelle leaned forward to brush his cheek with a kiss, her teeth taking a quick cheeky nibble at his ear lobe before she stepped out onto the porch.

“Call me Jonny, anytime.”

“I will babe…….I will.”

Once the door closed behind him with a firm click, Jon leant against it and breathed out a long sigh of relief. Or was it of frustration? He couldn’t tell the difference anymore and why the hell did he feel so damn guilty? Muttering to himself he flicked off the lights downstairs and trudged wearily up to the guest room, rolling his eyes as he passed Richie’s bedroom door. There was no sign of the activity in there slowing down and judging from history there wouldn’t be a change in pace in there for quite some time yet. The Moose was known to go all night long.

He was grateful for the darkness that greeted him in the bedroom, a hangover was only hours away judging from the dull ache beginning at the base of his skull. Shucking his clothes in a heap on the floor of the adjoining en-suite Jon stepped under a lukewarm shower, the stickiness of the champagne and the aftermath of Janelle’s handiwork sliding off his skin and down the plughole. What he couldn't wash away was the heavy ball of guilt that had settled in the pit of his stomach, the same one he’d had to deal with when he was still married to Dorothea only he was far from married now.

So what the hell’s the problem Jon??

Leaning his head back against the slick tiles he let the warm water cascade over him, his eyes closed against the torrent. He knew what the problem was and he knew where it was – he just didn’t know how to solve it.