"Good evening, Mr. Nicholson. My name is Karen and I'll be your servant... I mean server... for this evening. I hope this table is to your liking... it's the most private one we have. I'll be back in a few moments to take your drink orders. Please don't hesitate to let me know if there is anything I can do for you... anything at all..." she said softly as she smiled sexily at him before she turned and walked away.
Jack Nicholson watched the attractive young blonde walking away, her hips swaying provocatively. His eyebrows rose in appreciation, noting that her legs were long and shapely, her hips curvy in her white shorts and her waist was tiny. Her breasts were a little smaller than what normally caught his eye but they were definitely firm and perky and her hard nipples were clearly visible through her tight, pale blue polo shirt. He continued to watch her as he sat down at the table in the corner of the dining room at Pacific Views Inn in Santa Barbara.
Amanda Lewis didn't know whether to be pissed or laugh at the fact that another beautiful young girl was obviously enamored of Jack Nicholson... such a sexy, potently virile older man... regardless of the fact that he was a famous celebrity. The young waitress... Karen... had not fawned over him like she was in awe of his fame. She was responding to him more like a female in heat who knew a sexually aggressive male when she saw him...
Jack looked at Amanda when he sat down and noticed the strange expression on her face... she was frowning but her lips were twitching like she was fighting a smile. He suddenly realized that he'd been openly ogling the other pretty girl right in front of her, but she didn't appear to be angry about it. He almost started to apologize...
Goddamn it, Jack... you can't start apologizing to her every time you notice a woman who's obviously flirting with you!!! You're always goin' to notice other attractive women and you can't help but respond to that... your dick does what it wants and you can't help it...
Didn't you happen to notice, Jack... your dick didn't respond to that girl like it normally would've...
HOLY SHIT... Jack glanced down at his lap for a moment. What the fuck is wrong with you?!!!
Look up, Jack... Look at the gorgeous young woman sitting across from you... See how beautiful she is... See that look of desire in her eyes... for you? Look at her body... she's even more shapely than that young blonde... And you know how her body responds to you...
Jack grinned wolfishly and glanced down at his lap again.
Ohhhh... there you are buddy! You had me worried there for a moment...
He looked back up at Amanda, still grinning. "So... what would you like to drink, my love? How about some champagne... I feel like celebrating this evening! What do ya say?"
Amanda smiled widely. "I've never had champagne... but I'd like to try it. What is it that you feel like celebrating?" she asked curiously.
He just smiled even broader and had that typical Jack Nicholson look of excitement on his face. He shrugged and said, "I'm just in a great mood! That massage earlier really helped me to relax and I'm spending the weekend with a gorgeous young woman who excites me more than any woman has in a long time... What's not to celebrate?!!"
Just then, lovely Karen reappeared at their table asking him if he was ready for a drink. "Yes, my dear... I'd like a bottle of your best champagne... Dom Perignon if you have it! And we should have our dinner orders ready by the time it arrives. Thank you, Karen," he said smoothly as the young blonde smiled sexily again and turned to leave.
They picked up their menus and scanned them, marking their selections for appetizers, salads, main courses and desserts on the menu and setting them on the side of the table so Karen could pick them up when she returned. The Inn had very wisely devised their menus in three different price ranges so that they could charge a single price per person for dinner and allow the patrons to select their choices from a half dozen or so items from each category on the menu. It made ordering and billing much easier for the dining room staff.
Jack noticed that there was a piano in the corner that was closest to the bar. A man was playing soft jazzy tunes, but no one was occupying the small dance floor next to the baby grand. He stood up and held his hand toward her, "Would you dance with me, my lovely Amanda..." he said softly as his sexy hazel eyes smoldered at her. He saw flames leap in her eyes as she looked up at him.
"I would love to dance with you, Jack," she replied quietly as she took his hand and stood. She didn't even notice the dozen or so other people in the room stop talking and stare as Jack Nicholson led her toward the piano in the corner. She didn't see the speculative looks in their eyes as he turned toward her and took her in his arms, holding her close and staring straight into her eyes.
Her eyelids felt heavy as desire coiled in her lower abdomen when she felt his hard cock pressed against her as they swayed slowly together. She could also feel the heat of his body through the thin, silky material of her slip dress. The only under garment she was wearing was a pair of French bikini panties, the same color as her gold dress.
Jack was doing his best to make his hand behave as he held Amanda against him in the tiny space on the dance floor. He knew she was practically naked... the little slip dress she was wearing clung to her breasts and softly brushed over her hips and ass and left her legs exposed from mid-thigh. He so badly wanted to reach up under the dress and see what kind of panties she was wearing this time. He growled softly when she deliberately swiveled her hips slightly and pressed more firmly against his hard, aching shaft. Amanda moaned softly in response.
He stared straight into her eyes as hot flames roared between both of them. Releasing her right hand, he brought his left palm to cup her right cheek and rubbed his thumb over her slightly parted lips. "My God, Amanda," he whispered hoarsely, "I want you so badly... again... all the time... always..." He leaned forward and kissed her softly, intending it to be just a brief, intimate sign of his desire for her.
But as soon as he felt her lips moving against his, the lush fullness of them, and felt them parting further to touch her soft tongue to his, he completely forgot where they were. His hand on her cheek slid back to grasp her neck and tangle in her hair as he crushed his mouth to hers. His right arm tightened around her body, his hand sliding down to fully grasp her ass and keep her pelvis pressed to his as he slowly ground against her.
Amanda was lost as well. She was clinging to Jack, waiting for the clamoring of her heart, the shaking of her legs and the throbbing of her pussy to subside so she could think again. But that wouldn't happen until he stopped kissing her and tormenting her with his body pressed to hers... and he showed no sign of stopping any time soon...
"Hey, Nicholson... maybe you and your...
girlfriend...
need to go back to your room so we little people can enjoy our dinners without a show!" It was clear from the tone of voice that the term "girlfriend" had been intended as an insult... more than likely substituted for "slut" or "whore" so as not to offend anyone else.
Jack broke their kiss suddenly to turn around and glare at the man standing beside a table about twenty feet away. The man appeared to be a little younger than Jack, perhaps in his early forties, and the woman looking up at him nervously seemed to be his wife, also about the same age. They were a fairly attractive couple and appeared to be somewhat affluent, based on how they were dressed.
But the woman didn't look happy. The man gave an impression as being a smug, domineering ass and his wife had the harried look of a woman who was always cowing to her husband's wishes. Theirs did not seem to be a relationship of equality and Jack had always felt sorry for women who were powerless to stand up to a man... except when it came to sex.
He walked over to the man and grinned sardonically. "Mister... I'm real sorry if my display of... affection for my
girlfriend
made you uncomfortable. But I didn't appreciate your tone of voice when you called her that... it sounded like you meant to insult her and I'd be real upset to think that you intended to do that."
The other man snorted, "That was the only term I could come up with that would be polite in mixed company."
A collected gasp sounded throughout the dining room when Jack Nicholson grabbed the front of the other man's shirt in his fist and got right in his face. He suddenly looked like Jack Torrance from
"The Shining,"
his face wildly mad, his teeth bared and his voice that mixture of snarling anger and wild lunacy.
"I oughta beat the shit outta you right here! How dare you insult the woman I love right to my face and in front of her! You obviously have no respect for women whatsoever... look at your poor wife, here! She's afraid to disagree with you about anything so she has to just sit idly by while you act like an asshole and insult other people!"