The Story of Ann Chapter 8 Learning the Truth from Jack
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Four hours later Jack was in Cassia’s room, reluctantly. She’d pointed out they only had tonight as he was involved in Open Day aboard the new ferry with his mother tomorrow and she and his mother and her father would fly to Wellington that evening and three days later begin their South Island tour before flying out of Christchurch for Australia the following Sunday. ‘I have to fuck you before I go Jack.’
Well, that was the solution: let her fuck him and she’d be happy though doubtless still a little too ready with instructions. She was rather drunk, of course, which was helpful. He’d had little to drink so was able to readily assist her achieve her goal. After kissing him from head to toe and taking five inches of him into her mouth for a while, Cassia finally decided to take him in reverse Cowgirl which was an excellent decision as she was in full control.
Unfortunately the sight of her beautiful lily-white ass without a hair in sight and watching his big fat lubed cock stretching her pussy as she worked it in had the effect of further inflating his cock. But she coped and without complaint. She worked away until she had a couple of gushes and then uncoupled.
He thought you callous cow but regretted that immensely because she smiled and said: ‘You can do anything to get yourself off, even try my ass if that’s what you like but I really think you are too big for me there. But I’m game as this is our goodbye.’
Jack chose to spread over her knees on his knees and wank off. She watched, wide-eyed, varying her gaze between the bulbous head in his hand and looking into his eyes. Her eyes widened in near panic as he began shooting cum over her belly, breasts and on to her face.
‘Ohmigod.’
When he’d finished she said, ‘Please run a bath and fetch me a towel Jack.’ He hurried back with the towel but there was very little to wipe. She was smiling at him innocently. Perhaps she had a towel under the pillow? But no, she opened her mouth for him to see it half filled with white goo that she began to swallow, staring at him.
Jack stayed talking and when the bath was ready carried her to it and lowered her in gently. They kissed and he left, a bewildered man.
‘These American dames are too complicated for me,’ Mr ‘Er’ muttered as he stepped into the elevator.
* * *
Jack and his workforce met at the boatyard at 10:00 for breakfast and his mom had a great time yarning with Digger who had dusted out his old photo-album and they looked at photos from the old days of the company, chatting like the close friends they once were. Jack enjoyed seeing them hunched together over the photos.
At 10:40 Jack sailed away from the boatyard where the workers were waving and tooting their vehicle horns and Faye ordered three long blasts from the company’s slipway warning hooter.
The company’s staff yelled with delight when Jack pushed the electronic throttle controls in cruising speed and the two diesel engineers delivered their thrust as the Lady Helena 2 went down harbor where to everyone’s amazement two of the harbor tugs where arching their fire-fighting water jets for the newest addition to harbor-based craft to sail under. Most of the ships and smaller vessels in the harbor then blasted their sirens and horns in a traditional maritime salute but usually reserved for vessels owned by the port authority.
Jack acknowledged by pushing the Cat to maximum speed and doing a celebratory figure eight out in front of the ferry terminal. LH-2 picked up passengers at the city terminal and made its inaugural trip out to Wakefield Island in exactly thirty minutes from cast-off to being made fast at its permanent berth to commence Open Boat Day.
At a luncheon the chairman of the Wakefield Island Community Board presented Jack with a commemorative plaque to mark LH-2’s entry into island service.
Cassia and her father arrived on a regular day trippers’ run on LH-1 and boarded the new ferry for the official luncheon. Later Jack farewelled his mother and the two American’s when they returned to the city on the 4:00 ferry to begin their tour south before flying out to Australia.
‘Goodbye mom and thanks for everything.’
‘Goodbye Jack. Your father would have been so proud of your for this achievement. It’s taken much more than money to get this far.’
‘You know the score mom, your money saved the day. I shall be grateful for your generosity to my dying day.’
‘I’m sorry it didn’t work out between you and Cassia.’
‘Don’t worry Helena,’ Cassia laughed, coming up and wrapping arms around them. ‘He’s a big boy and will find his soul mate.’
She giggled, ‘And I received what I’d desired.’
‘Jack!’ said his mother.
The party for invited guests began on the upper deck at 4:00 and within an hour it was in full swing with four well-built security guys keeping order and ensuring the flow of islanders coming board for a look from 4:00 was not leading to queue-jumping at the bar.
Jack, who was going from table to table, sitting for a while attempting to act the perfect host. At one stage he sat at a table that included Digger and Megan Reno. His immediate impression was that Digger would be lucky later tonight, judging by the way Megan was up against the man twenty-five years her senior.
‘You two look cozy,’ he said smiling.
‘I didn’t realize what a treasure Digger was,’ Megan laughed. ‘He’s so funny and is full of great yarns.’
‘Yeah, a couple of them are true,’ Jack jeered and received an obscene gesture from his director of engineering services, maintenance, security and whatever else Jack didn’t feel like doing.
Jack whispered, ‘Give it too him long, slow and sweet darling.’
‘It’s what I had in mind,’ she giggled. ‘Does he have health insurance?’
‘Yeah. Where’s your daughter?’
‘Her name is Cathy.’
‘My apologies. Where is Cathy?’
‘Her boyfriend who acts as if he’s her fiancé arrived this morning and took her out fishing. He’s her boss, a divorcee.’
‘Give her a call and invite them both down here. He’s welcome. He’s probably shafting her.’
‘Probably, I’ll call her.’
The white-haired lawyer Alec Smart and wife Iris were at this table.
‘A lovely craft Jack,’ said Alec. ‘You do us proud.’
‘Yes, I agree. Jack I’m sorry about this but Alec says I’m not to give you the table and chairs, that I must ask fifteen hundred dollars for them. This is awfully embarrassing.’
‘I thought you said they were your mother’s.’
‘Yes, that’s right. Oh, I get what you’re saying. Go to hell Alec. I’m giving them to Jack.’
‘Nah, I’ll pay you two grand for them Iris.’
‘To hell you will Jack. They’re not leaving our house unless you accept them as a gift from Iris,’ Alec snorted.
‘Yes Jack, please.’
‘Okay done. Thanks guys. You’ll be invited to my first dinner party.’
Alec began talking to Megan and Digger so Iris moved closer to Jack.
‘How many of the women in this room have you had Jack?’
‘Not many,’ Jack said and began looking around, turning redder and redder. His facial change was not missed by Iris.
‘It would have be easier had I’d said which of them haven’t you had,’ Iris whispered.
Jack turned scarlet.
‘You were eighteen when you bonked me,’ she recalled. ‘I’d imagine you are very much more accomplished nowadays.’
‘Still without finesse but so many women seem to prefer it that way and some even asked to be roughed up a bit.’
‘Oh Jack, do they really. Oh gawd, I was born a decade too early.’
A security man came to Jack. ‘A guy Duncan Fisher says you have invited him.’
‘Nah, kiss his ass and send him on his way Kingi.’
Kingi returned looking apologetic. ‘The bit of fluff with him says she’s Cathy Reno.’
‘Oh shucks Kingi. Apologize to the ruffled guy and bring them over here to me.’
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ris drained her glass. ‘Cathy Reno, now there’s a good match for you Jack. Her mom fucks like a rabbit but daughter is a class act.’
‘I don’t know Cathy but her mom now works for me.’
‘I bet you know her mom,’ Iris smiled. ‘But if you manage to place yourself within a yard of the daughter I’d be surprised.’
‘What does Cathy do?’
‘Some kind of research worker at the university in marine life I belief. Here they come with big boy.’
‘Hello Mrs Smart.’
‘Oh Cathy please call me Iris.’
‘Oh, how lovely Iris. This is my HOD Duncan Fisher. Hello Jack.’
Jack who was by then standing kissed her and enjoyed noticing her surprise.
‘What’s a HOD?’ Iris asked.
‘Head of department,’ Jack said, shaking Duncan’s hand and introducing himself. ‘Where the fish biting today?’
‘Yes, as always.’
‘Note the spots by taking fixed locations at two points of land Kathy,’ Jack smiled. ‘Then you can teach me the spots.’
Duncan looked at Cathy surprised, but only a little more surprised than she appeared to be.
‘Talk to Iris Duncan while Cathy and I fetch a better class of drink. With Cathy’s arrival it’s champagne time,’ Jack said, taking Cathy by the arm.
‘Oh my, don’t you smell mouth-watering. L’air de Temps by Nina Ricci I do believe.’
‘Er yes,’ Cathy said. ‘Why am I under the impression I have been taken hostage?’
Jack decided to be reckless. ‘Because Iris Smart whispered to me you’d have nothing to do with me because of my reputation.’
‘Your reputation?’
‘As a seducer of only top women.’
Cathy failed to choke her grin. ‘In that case I daresay Iris is exceedingly perceptive.’
‘Reputation about womanizing is as unreliable as gossip. Rarely are the claims true. I have taken you hostage because that guy is not right for. He’s ingratiated himself into your good books through his position as your superior.’
‘Ought not I be the person who chooses the company I wish to keep?’
‘Ordinarily I’d say yes, but the reality is I need someone to carry some flutes. You were chosen because you were conveniently standing next to me, attempting to seduce me with your Nina Ricci I daresay.’
‘You do have a vivid imagination, Jack, I grant you that. But you can forget about choosing my dates.’
‘Then choose me.’
‘What?’
‘Choose me.’
‘B-but your reputation as a womanizer is beyond belief.’
‘If it were true would not it mean being seduced by someone who knows what he’s doing and does it well?’
‘An interesting thesis but one that doesn’t bear thinking about. Lead me to the flutes.’
Jack kept his arm through Cathy’s and went to the bar. ‘Mick and Shelia, please start distributing the champagne now, starting with Cathy and me at Table 4. Thanks guys.’
‘I disagree Cathy. It’s something you should begin thinking about,’ Jack said, leading her back to the table. ‘I think in you I have met my match.’
‘I don’t believe what I’m hearing?’
‘What’s that darling,’ Duncan said, coming out to meet them and holding out his hand for Cathy to take. He asked suspiciously where were the flutes.
Cathy tried unsuccessfully to shake off Jack’s arm so walked the rest of the way between both men. ‘Oh Jack has ordered the champagne to be served but requested our table be served first. I don’t think that is very democratic.’
‘I think it’s a damn fine gesture,’ Duncan said, leaning forward to grin at Jack.
Jack unhooked, smiling. Cathy had lied to her man, not disclosing Jack’s flirty attempt to woo her to him.
A little later Jack whispered to Iris, ‘Ask Cathy for her business card. I think she has class.’
Digger and Megan had already disappeared when Alec and Iris were leaving. Iris kissed Jack deeply and pressed a business card into his hand, whispering ‘Good luck.’
At 2:00 when everyone left was asked to disembark Jack, who’d only had four drinks all day, carried the unconscious Mary Carrington to the builder’s truck and then helped Ross to the vehicle and drove them home. Ross was not fit to do much so Mary’s older sister Pat who’d been babysitting helped carry Mary in and giggled as Jack stayed and helped undress her sister.
‘Gawd, look at that thatch,’ Pat said. ‘It should be at least trimmed.’
‘What do you do, shave or trim?’
‘Why don’t you find out Jack?’
‘Okay, but not here, on the way to your home.’
They parked at O’Leary’s Point and leaving the vehicle motor running, headlights on, Jack stretched Pat over the picnic table. He flipped up her dress but didn’t have to remove her panties, she wasn’t wearing any.
‘Why don’t you spread your butterflies and allow me to do something with this pretty cunt of yours,’ he said.
Pat eagerly obliged and Jack sucked and fingered away until she was blowing like a beached whale.
‘Oh Jack, pork me.’
‘I don’t have a condom.’
‘In my handbag on the seat of the truck.’
Pat wasn’t a great fuck but she made plenty of noise and finally Jack was away. They watched as Pat knotted the condom and walked to the edge of the cliff, tripped, staggered to her feet and threw the slightly weighted condom over the edge.
It was 3:15 when Jack stretched out in the daybed in the wheelhouse of his new ferry after checking on Digger to find him in his cabin in the arms of Megan, the tiny room smelling like a brothel or how Jack imagined a brothel might smell like.
He called Cathy who answered sleepily.
‘Hi, it’s 3:15 and I’m Jack and thinking about you.’
‘Why are you calling?’
‘Tell me, is he asleep beside you?’
‘Of course not. I don’t allow men to sleep with me. He’s in the next room.’
‘I’m very pleased about that. What are you wearing?’
‘Jack!’
‘It’s okay, he can’t hear me.’
‘It’s not proper for you to ask me that.’
‘Place a hand on your left breast.’
‘Jack I’m terminating this call.’
‘Is your heart-beat beginning to increase?’
There was no answer.
‘I bet it is.’
‘Yes.’
‘Now feel your nipple. Is that beginning to stiffen?’
‘Oh Jack, don’t do this to me.’
‘Okay, we’ll continue tomorrow night.’
‘Oh Jack, you can’t leave me like this?’
‘I know, but there’s no alternative is it? Goodnight sweet one.’
‘Oh Jack. I know I’ll regret saying this but goodnight dear Jack.’
Jack began jerking the big erection in his hand, smiling.
* * *
Sunday dawned perfectly and urinating Jack thought about his new girlfriend Cathy. She didn’t know that yet but she was his new girlfriend and that didn’t automatically imply the woman with whom he had sex. Before Jack could expand that thought his telephone called him.
‘Hello.’
‘Jack it’s Basil Street, ferry terminal manager. Your first schedule trip over to Wakefield is not scheduled till 9:00. Any chance Jack of coming over within the next hour to fit in an extra trip to reduce the bedlam? We have a line up of at least thirty families waiting to go to Wakefield already.’
‘But it’s only 7:35.’
‘Your fault Jack. Claims of ‘aircraft seating on the main deck with tables’ and ‘state-of-art’ facilities in your promotional supplement in the ‘Herald’ appear to have excited interest. My bet is most of us here including all personnel from other ferry operations will be riding out to Wakefield with you today to check out those extravagant claims of yours Jack.’
‘Basil, there’s nothing extravagant about my choice of words.’
‘I know you well enough to realize that Jack but the world is full of disbelievers.’
‘Okay Basil. Chalk up an extra sailing for 8:15 please, that will give me time to get back to you for the 9:00 sailing if we go full throttle. Thanks for your initiative Basil, you run a tight ship ashore.’
Jack found Digger at the ster
n fishing and briefed him and said, ‘We don’t have a licensed barmaid.’
Reeling in his line Digger grinned. ‘Megan Reno is asleep in my cabin looking so pretty. She told me yesterday she is licensed to serve liquor to the public.’
‘Will she come?’
‘She readily comes for me,’ Digger grinned obscenely.
Jack smiled and told Digger to offer her fifty bucks and a bottle of gin. ‘If passengers ask for booze and find they can’t have it there would go our reputation for excellence in service Digger. Confirm with me that she’ll do it. I’ll call Peter down here in a hurry. We can operate with a minimum of three but we’ve set our minimum at four because of the extra size of this vessel but we really should have five.’
‘Then tell Pete to bring his mum Madge. That family have been boaties for generations.’
‘Great — we sail in ten minutes and will be pushing this girl at max.’
It was a long but very successful day with two extra return sailings to handle demand. When they returned on dusk to Wakefield Jack and his crew sat around talking about the day. Jack pulled Megan aside.
‘I’ve spoken to Madge Davies. She’s interested in taking over ticket sales from you if you are interested in running the lower bar, I’d have to keep Jill in the premium bar and you’d have an assistant. You really interface well with people. Our turnover in food and drink today was huge.’
‘Okay on one condition.’
‘Approved.’
‘You don’t know what the condition is?’
‘That you have the opinion of sleeping aboard when it suits you.’
‘Oh good one Jack. You have a devious mind, don’t you? Yes, that was the condition.’
‘I thought Digger might be a little old for you?’
‘He knows how to use it Jack and there are no complications about him and that suits me fine at the moment. I’m not overly fussy.’
Jack went off and called Cathy.
‘Hi, it’s Jack.’
‘Oh hi. How did the great day go? I imagine very well because there have been day trippers everywhere.’
‘Yeah, we hauled almost 1200 people to the island and return today, doing more trips than scheduled. I think everyone is well satisfied. It’s easily a record of day visitors to the island. We may receive complaints that it’s too many.’
‘I couldn’t have my usual Sunday coffee. There was a line of people stretching out on to the sidewalk from the café.’
‘It will settle down.’
‘Of course it will.’
‘I’m sleeping at The Homestead for the first time tonight. Want to share the event with me?’
‘No thank you.’
‘Then what about cooking me a meal? The kitchen is fully lined, just waiting for a consultant to come up with décor specs.’
‘I’m up to my elbows in papers to mark Jack. Sorry. I call you Tuesday after meeting you onsite to talk about décor if that’s suitable.’
‘Very suitable,’ said Jack, hiding his disappointment.
He was about to terminate the call when Cathy said with a slight tremor in his voice. ‘Call me tonight around 11:00 please.’
‘Okay, bye,’ Jack almost crowed.
He left Digger and Megan fishing over the stern and began the three-mile walk to his new home, expecting to be picked up. Mary Carrington did just that, pulling up alongside him in her Japanese rust-bucket. Older cars don’t fare well in the salt-laden air of the island.
Her window was down, her lips puckered ready to be kissed. Jack obliged.
‘Were you into my sister’s pants the other night, She seemed so happy the next day I guessed you were.’
‘That’s privilege information: the answer can only come from her.’
‘Good boy Jack. You know it’s over two years since I last had you inside me.’
‘Gee, doesn’t time fly? You were always one of the best Mary.’
‘Charmer! Don’t I appeal to you any more?’
‘I get a boner every time I see that sweet ass of yours walking away from me Mary.’
Mary gave him an open ‘You lying bastard’ grin. ‘ That’s just wishful thinking. You group of young guys going on about fantasizing about ending up with big dicks never knew how unlucky you were.’
Jack asked what did she mean.
‘You guys will always teasing Ross and calling him Small Willy. But guess why Ross was so popular with our group of girls?’
‘He is affable?’
‘No you fool. We could take his small willy up the back in comfort.’
‘Well, I be darned.’
‘I also married him because he is affable and was determined to stay on the island.’
‘Well, he’s one of my best mates and the reason why I haven’t shagged you for more than two years, as you say, is because that’s when you two became engaged.’
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