A New Start 13

SLAP!

"Oh Jesus Jack... I'm sorry..." apologised Lauren.

"You know Lauren, if I did that to you it would be called domestic violence," answered Jack.

"I'm so sorry... so sorry..." said Lauren as she tried to comfort his face.

Jack felt his right cheek and said, "That's it Lauren. This whole relationship is over."

Jack looked at his face in the mirror and saw a long, red line across the right side of his face. He looked at Lauren and said, "What the?" he looked at her left hand and asked, "Why do you keep the diamond on the inside?"

"To protect it," answered Lauren.

"But it's diamond. It doesn't need protecting," said Jack and then he said, "Wait a minute. You think it's zirconium... or glass, don't you?" Lauren didn't answer, she stood there looking guilty. "That's it isn't it? You think that I'm so cheap that I bought you a fake, diamond, engagement ring. You're pathetic."

Jack took a selfie of the mark on his face and said, "This is the end Lauren. I'm leaving you and if you try to contact me I'll use this as evidence to take out a restraining order on you."

Jack grabbed a couple of shopping bags and shoved his belongings into them as he said, "Sell that ring Lauren, you might be surprised how much you can get for a GLASS engagement ring."

As Jack packed his things, Lauren followed him around her apartment crying, "No... Please don't go... I'm so sorry..." and other words that Jack ignored.

Jack took the key to Lauren's apartment off his key ring and carried his belongings to her front door. He opened the door, locked the deadlock on the inside and threw the key far into the room as he said, "There's your key Lauren. I won't ever need that again and don't try to follow me. I never want to see or hear from you again."

Jack closed the door behind him. He heard Lauren struggling to open the door. She yelled, "SHIT!"

Every day Lauren spent five to ten minutes looking for her keys before she left her apartment, so Jack knew he had between five and ten minutes before she could open the door. He smiled with satisfaction as he put his belongings into the boot of his car and drove off.

Jack stopped his car. He realised that he could have an accident if he kept aimlessly driving around. He drove into a multilevel car park, parked his car in the most secluded place he could find and started walking.

Jack didn't know how long he'd been walking. He'd consciously avoided the alleyways. He didn't want to get mugged or worse, beat up someone who tried to mug him. He was thirsty and looked up and down the street for a shop to buy a drink. Was that Micky's Bar? He was thinking of a non-alcoholic drink but, why not?

Jack entered Micky's. The old style door bell rang and he instantly felt better. He loved the antique style of this drinking hole. The bar ran almost the full length of one wall. There was just enough room to walk between the line of stools at the bar and the opposite wall, which was mounted with old, dilapidated framed prints and mirrors. Some were cracked but still serviceable.

"Hello stranger," said Micky cheerfully, "Haven't seen you around for a while."

"Yeah," said Jack, "I've been neglecting my support of you by drinking at restaurants."

Micky laughed and said, "Yeah, packets of chips and nuts aren't a nutritious meal.

"What can I get you, the usual?"

"Yes please Micky," answered Jack as he sat on a stool.

"One gin and tonic without ice coming right up," said Micky as she prepared his drink.

"Make it a double please Micky," said Jack as she was pouring the gin into a glass.

Micky looked at Jack and said, "I hope this isn't going to be a bender, Jack. I don't want to be accused of getting you over intoxicated."

"Please Micky, just give me a drink," answered Jack.

Micky served Jack's drink and asked, "Tough day huh?"

"Yeah," answered Jack as he drank half his drink.

"Steady on there big boy, there's just under an hour till closing time," said Micky, "Take your time or you'll throw up and spoil my good lino and that's a waste of good tonic water."

Jack laughed and felt better. He took a bit more time to finish the other half of his G&T and then said, "Same again please Micky."

Micky assessed Jack and gave him another double G&T. She asked, "Your other half not joining you?"

"Definitely not," answered Jack as he sipped his drink.

"I see," said Micky, knowingly.

Jack asked, when he finished his second drink, "What's your poison Micky? Will you join me?"

Micky looked at Jack, the clock, out the window to the street and said, "Well I guess I'm not going to be overcome by customers before closing time."

Micky saw the mark on Jack's face as he looked for the fictitious customers on the street. She said, "Jesus Jack. What happened to your face. Is that a scratch, lesion or burn?"

"That, Micky, is the mark of a bitch that I'll never see again," answered Jack.

"I see," said Micky, "Have you treated it with something?"

"Yeah, alcohol," answered Jack as he pointed to his glass.

"I mean topically, not internally," said Micky. Jack shook his head so Micky said, "I've got something for that. That could go septic and then you'd scare off my other customers.

"I selected these antiseptic wipes for their high alcohol content. If people are going to fight in here I intend to make them suffer. This'll hurt you more than it'll hurt me."

Jack laughed at her jokes then she wiped his lesion. She said, "Shit, did I buy the wrong stuff? You didn't even flinch."

"That's nothing compared to the pain in the arse that I've had to put up with," answered Jack.

"Hmm," said Micky. She seemed to be assessing Jack and then said, "I guess I'll have one drink with you as long as you switch to single nips, and you're paying."

"Deal," said Jack, feeling happier.

Micky prepared the drinks and asked, "Did you drive here?"

"No..." answered Jack, uneasily.

"Oh yeah," said Micky with a smile, "Let me guess. You had a fight with Lauren, you stormed off, you drove around and then decided to walk somewhere. You got tired, saw my bar and decided to drown your sorrows."

"Shit Micky," said Jack, impressed by her accuracy, "Are you a mind reader?"

"No," laughed Micky, "but I've seen it all before. Most of my customers are single exes or down and outs. You on the other hand are different."

"I'm single now," said Jack.

"But not down and out," said Micky cheerfully. She then said seriously, "Do me a favour Jack, don't bury your sorrows in the bottom of a bottle. It doesn't help. I've seen it happen too often."

"I won't Micky," reassured Jack, "and thanks for caring."

Micky laughed and said, "I can't have you killing yourself before I've drained you of all your money."

Jack laughed and Micky said, "Speaking of killing yourself, keys please. I know that you're already over the blood alcohol limit to drive and I don't want to be sued for letting you get back onto the road."

Jack handed over his keys and Micky dropped them into a Tupperware container marked 'Keys' as she said, "You can pick them up tomorrow afternoon when you're more sober and ready to go back to Lauren."

"No way," said Jack, "she's a shit and I'm glad to be rid of her. It's completely over between us... Oh... Um... Sorry about my French."

Micky laughed and said, "French is typical of the vocabulary in here. Hearing the 'cunt' word is a daily occurrence in this type of establishment."

"Yeah, well cunt is an accurate description of Lauren," said Jack, thankful that he could use the language that he wanted to use around Micky.

"Cunt hey?" pondered Micky, "Lauren's a beautiful woman. Maybe, now that she's single, I should look into her cunt. Is it pretty?"

"It's a gateway to hell, Micky," answered Jack, "I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

"Besides, there are plenty more beautiful fish in the sea."

"Don't tell me that you're into bestiality with fish?" joked Micky.

"No," laughed Jack, "I suppose a man would need a little dick for that."

"Or a big fish," joked Micky with a wink.

Jack laughed and then wondered if Micky was flirting with him or was it his inebriated condition. He said, "Well, there are plenty of beautiful women in the world. Every woman in this bar is exceptionally beautiful."

Micky laughed and said, "There are no woman in this bar, Jack. Unless there's something about you that I'm missing... Oh wait... You mean me... Well, I'll take that as a compliment and gloat over it later tonight in bed. If you know what I mean?"

"You're a good woman, Micky," said Jack.

"Ha," scoffed Micky.

"You are," reiterated Jack, "You're pretty, funny, intelligent, caring, have a great personality..."

"Don't stop," said Micky, "I've now got a whole night's worth of gloating. If you keep that up I'll be set for the whole week."

Jack laughed and studied his drink.

"So there's no regular comforter that you share your bed with?" asked Jack.

Micky smiled and said, "Not at the moment. Not many men, or women, like this lifestyle."

"Interesting," said Jack.

There was a pause in the conversation and then Jack asked, "So what's the story here Micky, if that's your real name?"

Micky looked as though she was assessing Jack and then said, "It's Michelle but Micky's close enough. The name came with the bar so I thought it was cheaper to use a pseudonym rather than go to the expense of changing signs, stationery, et cetera and besides, my regular customers are used to it," She went back to looking out onto the street.

After a while she asked, "So what's the story with you? You're a bit more up market to my usual patrons."

"I like this place," answered Jack.

"What do you like about it?" asked Micky as she looked around her establishment.

"It's got an antique look about it," answered Jack.

"Oh yeah? Meaning it's old," countered Micky.

"It's rustic," said Jack.

"It's run-down," said Micky.

"It's cosy," said Jack.

"It's tiny," said Micky.

"It's not that tiny. It's got a pool table," said Jack.

Micky looked at the pool table at the back and said, "The felt is stained and besides, I've never seen you play on it."

"Well... Maybe tonight will be a first," said Jack

Micky laughed and resumed her observations of the street. She frowned and asked, "Has Lauren currently got blonde hair?"

"Yes," answered Jack.

"Does she drive a hot-pink BMW?" asked Micky.

"Yes," answered Jack worriedly, looking out the front window.

"Well... I think that you are going to see her again," said Micky, "I think that she just drove by and I think that she saw you. This'll be interesting."

"Shit," said Jack as he downed his drink, "Is the back door open?"

"Sorry buddy," answered Micky with a smile on her face, "I've locked that. It's close to closing time."

"Fuck!" responded Jack.

Micky pursed her lips and said, "Well... I don't usually do this... But you're a good customer and she looked like she was ready for war. I don't want you two damaging the place so come over here."

Jack ran to her side of the bar. She said, "Get in there," as she indicated a hidey-hole under the bench.

"What's this?" asked Jack as he squatted into the confined space.

"It's my safe place in case a gunman comes in," answered Micky.

"Always thinking of your customers," joked Jack.

Micky laughed and said, "Well I've got to protect myself so that I can treat their wounds and call triple zero."

Jack laughed and looked at Micky's lovely, long, bare legs that disappeared into a pleated miniskirt. He said, "Wow Micky, who'd have thought that you have such lovely legs hidden behind this bar."

"Not many in here see my legs, Jack, so think yourself lucky," said Micky, "Now shut up. She's here."

"I feel very privileged," said Jack just before he heard the door bell tingle. Usually he would love that sound but not when it announced the arrival of Lauren.

"Where is he?" Yes, that was the sound of the she-devil, "I saw him in here."

"And good evening to you too, Lauren," answered Micky.

"Don't get nicey-nicey with me you bitch," said Lauren, "I knew he'd come running to you. He's always had the hots for you and your tiny titties."

"Is that so?" asked Micky. She then said, "I'll take your 'bitch' comment as an insult, so I'm going to record this conversation and please note that you are being recorded on CCTV. If you continue to abuse me I'll call the police."

Jack couldn't help himself. Either it was the alcohol or the most beautiful pair of legs right in front of him. He gently touched Micky's ankles with the tips of his fingers.

Micky shifted her legs apart and away from his fingers. He didn't know if she was indicating her approval or trying to get him to stop, but he didn't care. He again, caressed her ankles and slowly advanced to her calves. He listened to the conversation.

"You don't scare me," said Lauren, "I know he's been here and he's mine, not yours."

"Really?" asked Micky, "I heard that your relationship is over."

"You'll regret it if you even think of fucking him," spat Lauren.

"Jack can do whatever he wants to do," said Micky, "now that he's free of you."

Jack was gently caressing the back of Micky's knees. He felt her leg muscles twitch and maybe a little hesitation in her voice.

"Ha," laughed Lauren, "I've got you intimidated haven't I?"

"Intimidated is definitely not what I'm feeling," answered Micky, "Jack's now a free man," said Micky, "and he can go wherever he wants to go. He's more than welcome to come in here."

Was Micky indicating to Jack to keep going? She must be thought Jack so he softly caressed her thighs, working his way towards her crotch. Micky shifted her legs slightly wider so he pushed the gusset of her tiny G-string to the side and felt her vulva. It was soaking wet. Her juices were dribbling down her leg he pressed his index finger against her vaginal opening and it easily slipped in. He ever so slowly ran the pad of his finger against her G-spot. Micky's legs quivered but she kept up her bantering with Lauren.

"You, on the other hand, have abused me. Read the sign Lauren," said Micky with conviction, "You are henceforth banned from this establishment."

Jack saw a flash and Micky said, "This is a very good likeness of the real you. I'm going to print this picture and place it in prime position on my board of banned people."

"Just tell me where he is and I'll leave," said Lauren, a little unnerved.

"That's client confidentiality and besides, I don't think that you'd like the answer. He's free to do whatever he likes," said Micky.

Jack smiled and added his middle finger to Micky's well lubricated vagina. He eased down her panties and touched the tip of his tongue to her slit. She jerked, so Jack licked her clit and used two fingers to stimulate her G-spot.

"A solicitous client," said Lauren, "If you touch him I'll cut off those tiny titties of yours."

"That's it," said Micky, "I'm calling the police."

Micky had apparently dialled triple zero and was showing that to Lauren. She said, "Do you get out immediately and never come back or do I press dial?"

"Alright," said Lauren, "I'm leaving."

Jack heard the door bell tinkle and watched Micky's fingers whiten as they gripped the bench. He felt her vagina tighten around his fingers and heard her say, "Oh... Oh fuck... Oh God... Neeuhhggg!" and a squirt of liquid hit his chin.

Micky twisted her body so Jack eased off his attack on her clitoris and vagina.

He looked up to see her smiling at him. She said, "Let me close shop."

Jack eased his fingers out of Micky's vagina. Micky stepped out of her panties and left them hanging on the crook of Jack's elbow. He let them drop to the floor. He heard an electric motor running and saw a shutter come down, to completely protect the front of the establishment.

When Micky returned, he licked between the two fingers that had been inside her. Micky smiled at him as she walked past him. She switched off most of the lights to leave the back of the bar in subdued light.

Micky faced Jack. Jack had both fingers in his mouth and was sucking them as if they were the tastiest things on earth. She smiled and said, "Are you coming out of there? Or maybe I should keep you in there to entertain me during the slow periods of the day?"

Jack laughed and eased himself out of the hidey-hole. Micky held his hand and guided him towards the back of the bar. She asked, "Was that effort of yours to try and distract me or is it an indication of what's happening for the rest of the night?"

"I think that I could accommodate further action in that area," answered Jack.

Micky smiled and said, "Good... There's one place I've been yearning to have sex..."

Jack smiled and they simultaneously said, "The pool table."

Micky laughed and sauntered to the pool table. She turned and rested her beautiful posterior against the table. She crossed her arms, grasped the hem of her tight, knitted top and in one smooth motion, lifted it over her head and threw it away. She asked, "Do you really like my, quote, 'tiny titties'?"

"Oh my God yes," answered Jack, "They're more beautiful than I'd imagined. They're so perky and firm. I knew it. I knew that you weren't wearing a bra."

"Do I need to?" asked Micky coyly, looking at her breasts.

"Definitely not," answered Jack.

"I have to admit," said Micky, "I'm pretty sure that going braless has helped with sales. Nothing shameful of course. Just a little bit of mammillae protuberances to keep the men, and some women, a little bit longer at the bar."

Jack approached her breasts with his hands held out, "May I?" he asked.

"I insist," answered Micky, "but first..." She tugged at Jack's shirt tails so Jack took his shirt off. Micky smiled, she seemed to appreciate Jack's toned torso.

Jack lifted her and sat her on the table. He very gently cupped her breasts and brushed her nipples with his index fingers.

Micky watched as her nipples became painfully erect. She asked, "Do you think that they're too small?"

"Definitely not," answered Jack, "More than a handful is a waste."

"Do you think my nipples are too big?" asked Micky coyly, "Some say they're like strawberries on pancakes."

"Definitely not," said Jack, "It gives your partner something to suck," which he promptly proceeded to do.

Jack licked Micky's nipples and she sighed. He cupped both breasts as he suckled her hard nipple and flicked the other with the pad of his thumb.

Jack eased her back to lay on the felt. She lifted her legs and rested her feet on the cushion. Jack continued his assault on her breasts as he rubbed his belly against her groin.

Micky moaned and said, "I... I'm... Oh fuck Jack... My nipples are so sensitive... Oh... OH... Oh FUCK!... Neeuhhggg!"

Jack felt liquid run down his belly. He eased his administrations on Micky's breasts to let her recover from her orgasm.

After Micky caught her breath, Jack continued to lick and flick Micky's nipples and she again sighed. He suckled her nipple and flicked its tip with the tip of his tongue. He pushed three fingers into her well lubricated vagina and rubbed her G-spot.

Micky responded by biting her thumb and having another orgasm.

Jack looked to the side as he gently licked Micky's other breast and saw her holding a pool cue. He asked, "Are you planning to hit me with that?"

"No," answered Micky as she unscrewed the cue into two parts. She bit her lip and looked at Jack as she held the handle end.

Jack grinned and asked, "Do you want me to use that the way I'm thinking you want me to use it?"

"Am I too much of a deviant?" asked Micky coyly.

Jack laughed and said, "I'm sure you're not the first to think of that, so you're not that much of a deviant."

Jack took the cue handle and said, "I'll be back."

Micky laughed and called out, as Jack ran into the men's toilet, "Arnie was more convincing than that."