Standing there in her favorite black mini, low-cut silver top and stiletto heels, Jessica Holliday stared down to the end of the bar. She still could not believe what it was she was seeing.
This
was the reason Rob had stood her up?
This
was his "last minute emergency?"
They hadn't seen her yet, so she moved to a spot where she could easily see them, but they'd be hard-pressed to see her. Seething with rage, she was glad her Sensei in karate class had taught her techniques to channel her anger. She took cool cleansing breaths and let her rage melt away. In full fury, she could have broken some of Rob's bones, Jessica was
that
angry but it helped no one. She let herself breathe, calm down. Jessica had a temper, karate had helped her channel her aggressive tendencies. In a few months, she would achieve her Black Belt. She would have been ashamed if Sensei heard of her using her skills in a bar fight, it was beneath her.
Most people wouldn't have blamed her. How many people would have been able to remain calm at the sight of seeing their boyfriend with his hands all over their 37-year old mother? The two of them were making quite the little spectacle of themselves.
Okay
, Jessica rationalized,
I should be fair. He's not really my boyfriend; he's more of a fuckbuddy. Like Jimmy. Or Kaitlyn. Or Nickie. Or Nickie's brother, Tim.
Jessica had also channeled some of her aggressive tendencies into matters sexual. She liked to fuck and she liked to fuck as often as humanly possible. Early on, the nineteen-year old realized that just one lover wasn't going to be enough. Neither was one sex, after dipping her toes in the pool of bi-sexuality, she went in for a long, luxurious swim.
Jessica went to the other bar on the other side of the club and ordered a Singapore Sling. Since childhood, she liked sweet things when she was upset. She'd just started drinking when her mother's boss, Alden Jackson, sat down beside her.
"Fancy meeting you here, Jessica," The handsome southerner smiled. "Your mother and I come here sometimes after work, for a drink."
Jessica nodded. She knew the handsome, dark-haired Georgia native and her Mom did a lot more than that, but she couldn't blame her mom for that either. He was nearly 6'6" tall, barrel-chested and had a voice that sounded like Bourbon going down smooth. There was an intensity to Alden that few men possessed, if Jessica was a few years older, she'd have gone after him herself.
Then, Jessica stopped herself. Why was she being such an idiot? She'd be 20 next week, she was an adult. If Angelica could go out with Rob, why the hell couldn't she make a play for Alden? Of course, that depended on if Alden was interested ... but the leggy, auburn-haired girl knew most men would be interested, providing they still had a pulse. She let her skirt ride up a few inches to show the tops of her stockings, she leaned forward a bit more to show some cleavage and her brown eyes met Alden's as she began to flirt with him.
"Is drinking
all
the two of you two do when you come here, Mr. Jackson?" Jessica's voice trilled. "Or may I call you Alden?"
"You may. What are you asking me, Jessica?"
"Wellll ... Mom's single, you're single. I know I don't come here for the music or the alcohol ... I come here because it's full of good-looking men and women. Just what things do you and my mother get up to?"
Alden smiled. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Jessica placed his hand on her stocking-clad knee. "Yes, I would. Or perhaps you'd like to show me?"
Looking around to see that no one was watching, Alden smiled. Then, he moved his hand up her leg a bit. Jessica leaned forward and kissed him hard, letting her intentions be obvious.
"God, you're a hot little thing. You might just be as hot as your Mom!" Alden grinned.
"Buy me another drink and I'll let you take me somewhere and I'll show you that I'm even
hotter!