It looked like some of the seedy connections that he'd made over the years might be the ticket to getting Nicole set up with classes. There were a few people, directly associated with the far-from-legal organization from which he acquired her in the first place, whom he could consult on this matter. They weren't exactly friends; he didn't have those in the most traditional sense of the word. But they were people with whom he had a certain understanding and a sort of an interpersonal relationship.
"This is probably a conversation that would work best in person," Warren told him over the phone.
"Right, well... I suppose that makes sense." Jack agreed.
"I could use a little break, a quick trip out of town," Jack was surprised to hear him say it. He was expecting to have to make the drive down himself. "How does next Wednesday sound?"
"It's fine," Jack quickly loaded up his work calendar on his desktop, just to check that there wasn't anything on it that couldn't be moved around.
"There's this club I heard of in your area, Wander Luxe, do you know it?" Warren asked.
"Yeah," he was intimately familiar. "It's a good hour out, but decent."
"Ah, maybe we can make a night of it. I had been wanting to check it out and now I have double the reason to come out in that direction, with your little dilemma."
"I haven't been there in a while," Jack admitted. "You know..." he looked for a good analogy to describe his reason for not having gone to a sex club in ages, "why go out and pay through the nose for a beer when I have a stocked fridge at home?"
"Ha, a stocked fridge. That's a good one," Warren chuckled. "Well you know, maybe the stuff at home gets old occasionally and you want something different. A nice import, or something."
"Hasn't happened yet," Jack hasn't been bored with Nicole at all.
"That good, huh? I should take a peek into that stocked fridge of yours when I come by then, sounds like there's plenty for a special guest too." Warren adapted his euphemism.
"I'll have to think about that," he didn't love the idea of another guy getting his hands on Nicole.
"Alright, well, you know... it wouldn't hurt," his tone was serious. "I'll see you Wednesday, early afternoon," he told Jack before hanging up.
He told Nicole a couple of hours before the visit that he had a friend coming. She seemed a little apprehensive at the announcement, he's never had anyone over before and she's now lived there for over two months.
He had been enjoying watching her touching herself while his cock was in her mouth just before this. He knelt beside her face while she lay on her back, her head turned towards his cock. This was a go-to position that allowed him to see all of her. He was able to watch her take in his cock, licking and sucking him with perfected expertise and all of her body was on display for him too, allowing him to see what he was instructing her to do with it.
"I want one of your hands on your nipple, playing with it and twisting it, and the other on your pussy," he waited for her to react, arranging her hands where he wanted them. "Good girl, slide those fingers through your slit. Are you wet for me?" She hummed a confirmation around his cock, which felt amazing. "Mmm... you love sucking my cock, don't you? It gets you so wet. Show me your fingers." She pulled her fingers away and held them up, showing how slick they were with her juices.
He found himself loving the fact that she got turned on by him. He wasn't forcing his cock down her throat at the moment, she skilfully took him in deep and pulled back, sucking and licking his shaft, circling the head of his cock while she circled her clit with her fingers. It was absolutely fantastic to watch. He stroked her hair, not pulling it or using it to guide her head, just ran his fingers through the soft auburn strands, pushing them away from her face.
"I want you to get two fingers inside your pussy, nice and deep. Yeah, that's it. I love watching you fuck yourself with your fingers while you are sucking my cock."
He couldn't help himself but reach down and get his fingers on her clit, pinching it between his thumb and index finger. She was so close at that point that she erupted in an orgasm immediately. Her mouth moaned around his cock while her thighs clenched with her hand still between them. He pressed in just a bit deeper and came too, spilling cum into her mouth. She didn't miss a beat, swallowing around his cock, sucking him dry.
"Roll over," he told her after pulling his softening cock out of her mouth. He was already thinking about later, about what he would like to do with her next time. "Get your ass up," she complied, giving him a questioning look over her shoulder. He gave her ass a slap before moving away to get the lube and the butt plug. "I'm gonna want to fuck your ass later and I want it to be nice and ready for me," he explained.
He told her that Warren would be coming over that afternoon while he lubed up her asshole and carefully worked the buttplug in. She squirmed slightly under his touch.
"Should I stay upstairs, in the bedroom, and not come out?" She asked him, looking at him over her shoulder again.
"No, you don't have to. You can get dressed and hang out in the living room or in the kitchen, whatever. We are gonna go down to my office for a while," he popped the plug in all the way while Nicole sucked in a breath.
"Umm... like this? I'm gonna be like this while your friend is over?" Her voice was soft and uncertain.
"Yeah," he gave her another slap on the ass, signaling that he was done with her for now, and moved away to get himself dressed. "It's fine. Throw on some clothes and just go about your business. No one will be able to tell it's there." She nodded, sitting up on her knees, watching him pulling on his shirt.
"Am I supposed to act as if you're my dad around him?" She got up off the bed to get one of those new lacy bras and pulled on a long sleeve top that had a v-neckline, fake buttons going down the front, and the hem tied into a knot over her belly. Whenever she moved or lifted her arms, a line of skin was exposed between her shirt and the top of her jeans.
"No, no, God, no," Jack really didn't want to do that any more than he absolutely had to. "Warren knows that I'm screwing you." Nicole blushed, biting her lip.
"Oh," she set her glasses back on her face and looked away from him, searching for her underwear and jeans.
"Actually, he's helping me figure out the logistics of getting you signed up for classes," he decided to be honest with her, at least on that account.
"Oh, ok," she nodded, zipping up and buttoning her jeans. "What should I do? Do you want me to prep something for dinner or make some sort of... I don't know. I don't know what to do when guests come over," she sounded nervous and worried.
"You don't have to do anything special, Nicole. Do what you normally do and stay out of the way," he told her, heading towards the bedroom door. He still had work he wanted to do before Warren got there.
"Ok," she nodded, adjusting the seat of her jeans and wiggling around. He stopped to watch her; she was kinda cute doing that.
