Okay. I fell off the tread mill. I was talking on the phone to Crowley and misstepped. The thing dumped me on my ass. I was trying to keep the phone to my ear and wrenched my back something awful. I went to a back doctor and he put me in two days of traction. Shit. Visions of Bethlynn danced in my head and a new clock ticked in my brain. I was laid up for a week before I could reliably stand straight for an extended amount of time. Fucking or even tensing up the way a hardon tends to require was completely out. I stowed the cock. Jennifer shifted smoothly from sex object to nurse, tending me assiduously and with a quiet delight. She even got a nurse's uniform. The first time I ran a hand up between her legs my back spasmed. I treated her very professionally after that and frankly, I could not tell if she approved or it disappointed her. She maintained her professional calm, hiding her real-life reactions to the shift in our circumstances.
John came to see me and we played chess and watched football and avoided the subject of pussy. It was awfully nice of him to do that. Not that I get lonely, I have been on my own most of my life, surrounded by people beholden to me or my parents pretty much from birth. Everyone always had a buttered side to their toast and not usually the side I was on. I got buttered up but people usually did it for reasons that had little to do with friendship.
John did not come across that way.
I thought Eve was up to something but the longer I was around John, the less I suspected him of knowing what it was. Naive I know, but still. He was a guy and we both lusted after the same woman. He actually seemed unconcerned that woman happened to be his wife. That impressed me. I'd ask how she was and he'd look at me with those blue eyes, somber and searching. Then his lips would smile a vague, off-hand smile. "Still beautiful. Still sexy. Still mine." He'd say, not snidely but as a gentle reminder that the matter was not settled, still in negotiation, and unyielding. I usually changed the subject.
After a week in bed, with Jennifer fussing over me—she proved to be an incredibly competent nurse, I paid her cash for her help, for allowing me to keep another strange person out of my house. She used it to buy the nurse's uniform so it turned out to be more of an investment than an expense to me. After a week in bed, I finally started to get around and just as the back cracker said, I was good as new. He told me my injury needed time to relax and staying in bed off my feet was crucial if I wanted to get back to normal soon. He hinted that fucking was a bad idea, or any activity that involved tightening those muscles. Shit. He was right in every respect.
It was during this time that my girl Jennifer got the password to the one email account I left present on my computer. I don't know how and I don't care but it started us down a very strange road. Me, her, Eve, everyone.
I finally left the house, just walking. Everyone had left me alone but the truth was I was isolated. Aurora, according to John, was marshaling the pussy patrol and railing at the dick chasing ways of the four women I had acquired. For all this activity, I still had just four women and was not much closer to the board than when I began. After a full two weeks had passed, I was feeling up to snuff. That night, I took Jennifer to bed. What started out as a nervous therapy session turned into a more extended exam; the nurse passed very well. The next morning, she pronounced me healed and resumed her normal role as a sex object. It was then that I noticed John's attention whenever she came into the room.
While I remained guarded with John, it was Eve I suspected. It seemed curious to me that he would let me see his interest in my sex object. Surely he did not think me oblivious, that I would not notice his lingering glance and the longing in it as he stared after the shifting ass of my blond sex object. I did notice. I think Jennifer did as well and she liked it. She had a thing for him, or at least, a jealousy of Eve. They were distinctly two different blonds, but still blonds.
John called me on a Thursday and came over. He sat down and Jennifer came into the room, dressed as a sex object; her tits waving at us behind a diaphanous white blouse.
"You back to normal?" John asked.
"Yes, I can say with some certainty that he is." Jennifer tittered.
John looked at her and I saw the lust gleaming in his eyes. Jennifer noticed it too, I could tell. She fussed over him and when she left the room, John's eyes remained fixed on her.
"Care for a bj?" I asked.
John's head whipped back around, his eyes big as saucers.
"Not from me, motherfucker." I growled. I jerked a thumb out of the room. "From her. I, I bet she'd get off on doing you a solid. She likes to be used."
The whole time John had been coming around, that last week, Jennifer had been doing the nurse thing. Today was the first time she appeared in her normal state of sex object and John noticed.
"I, fuck me, Josh, of course I'd love to have a go at that but I have Eve." There was no regret in his voice. He was genuinely turning me down. I was glad Jennifer was not in the room, she'd have been bitterly disappointed. "What about, uh, Bethlynn? Have you signed her yet?"
I shook my head. The door bell rang.
"Mr. Gale. Someone to see you." Jennifer called from the foyer. I got up, still stiff but feeling no pain and almost to the point where that no longer surprised me. Occasional twinges gave me pause, cautioning me to be slow and deliberate in my movements.
I walked out to the foyer from my office.
A tall woman, angular in every respect except for her bulbous breasts stood just inside the door. She smiled a wispy smile. "Mr. Gale?"
She wore a maid's uniform, of a sort. She had the white cap in her honey colored, straight hair. A black, form-fitting, mid-calf skirt that hugged that form, with the lace imprint of black images, and a black and white blouse that hugged her torso as the skirt hugged her hips and legs. The blouse came to her elbows and had white epaulets on the shoulders, a black bodice that showed plainly the dainty white bra. She was a vision.
"I am Joshua Gale." I returned her politeness.
She nodded. "I have something from Mrs. Aurora Hines." She held it out. A flat panel, an open envelop. I took it. She turned to go.
"Wait." I said and slid the very expensive, very formal card from the glossy golden interior of the envelop. I glanced at it. I was invited to tea at 3 that afternoon. Tea? Is that what she called it? My skepticism would prove out. "Tell Mrs. Hines I will be there." I said.
"She prefers RSVPs in person or writing."
I shrugged. "Don't tell her then." I smiled a thin smile similar to hers. "Its your ass. Not mine." Her eyes were undressing me. If ever I had met a man-eater, it was this woman. She had that look and her dossier suggested it. It insisted that she was lesbian but she had a cock or twenty in her past so pussy was an acquired taste. I hoped. She had a live-in girl friend who certainly liked cock. When there was cock to be had, she had it but it tended to precipitate jealous rages in her servile friend.
The woman turned back to the door but then turned back to face me. "I will tell her. She will think you rude."
"I am rude but I only greet rudeness with rudeness. I'll let her know that as well."
"Rude? How have I been rude, Monsieur?"
