If you recall in 'Rosie Flys High', at the end, Jack sent Rosie home after their rooftop session. Yes, the one that Marc, the pilot, recorded and published, unbeknownst to either of them. As bad as that may seem...it turned into a sweet new business opportunity for Jack.
As Rosie skips out the door, Jack turns his attention to the smoking hot blonde sitting at the counter. Noticing her black shear nylons with the dark seam up the back, as well as her 4-inch heels and short black leather mini skirt, he wonders, 'Hmmm... thigh highs?' Strolling up to the bar, he sits beside her. He smiles and says, "Hi. I'm Jack. I own this place."
"Hello. I'm Sarah, I've heard about you, Sir Jack," she says in her thick British accent.
"Now there's a not often heard around these parts accent...British?" Jack inquires.
"Yes" Sarah smiles and winks.
'Nice,' he thinks while smiling seductively. "What brings you to our little hole in the wall?"
"I have a business proposition for you Jack. You've probably never heard of me, but I'm The Nylon Wife."
"Can't say that I have. What kind of business are you in?"
"Strictly retail mail order for the present time. I sell cum stained nylons online. I have a growing client base and it seems sporting sheer stockings with cum stains is a thing that's raging. I'm down on inventory and I think your little operation could assist me tremendously."
"Interesting. How so?" he asks while scooting his chair closer.
"I met a woman in London that said she was from here. Her name is Sheila."
Jack smiles remembering Sheila's gorgeous pussy. "Sheila is a sweetheart." he quips.
"I agree. She told me about your MILFs and your cock. I got to thinking that with all this fucking going on maybe your women could create some product for me. It pays very well Jack."
Jack sits back for a second, thinking over the proposal. "How would this work?"
Sarah responds. "I think we can keep it simple. Your MILFs create the 'products'. You ship them to me once a week. I have the web site running and the distribution network set up already. 60/40 split paid monthly."
Being a bit quicker than the average bear, he rapidly thought he had found the flaw. "You expect me to cum on my MILFs wearing nylons and not inside their pussy? I don't think that is possible under my current business plan. My business is based on cum-in, not cum-on. Not sure if my MILFs will have it any other way. I will only occasionally waste my elixir on outside shots, BJs, or special occasions."
Sarah laughs. "Jack. From what I've seen so far, the women you got traipsing in and out of this place could get any man to cum on them in a heartbeat. Let them do the 'labor' for you."
Jack nods in agreement. "I do have some gorgeous women as clients. This might help me to get more people fucking around here and I could spend my time with my highest paying clients."
Sarah leans back on her bench and slowly runs the top of her high heeled foot up Jack's calf.
Jack stares in her eyes and then grabs her hand. Pulling Sarah out of the booth he says, "Let's go upstairs to my office."
Jack pulls her harshly up the stairs towards his rooftop condo. He stops on the first landing and pushes Sarah up against the wall. His left hand on her tit and his right slides up the back of her thigh, lifting her leg up over his hip, his fingers gouge into her firm ass. Sarah unhesitatingly wraps her leg around Jack, pulling him against her, and smiles sweetly.
"This better be legit, woman!" He snarls while pressing his hard bulging rod against her belly. Jack kisses her hard, then continues dragging her up the stairs and through the door of his condo..
"So first things first. What got you into this business and what's up with the name: The Nylon Wife?"
