"Son of a bitch," Jack exclaimed quietly to himself, "That son of a bitch."
Jack was power walking to his car, trying to keep his rage from showing on his face. He smiled as he walked by a couple to keep the image of the store of being friendly. At least that was what the commercials would lead you to believe. Tonight, however, all was not pleasant and perfect at the store, at least behind the scenes. Jack had to get things ready for the late shift again, even though he wasn't a manager. The day manager had asked him to get things ready for the late shift, as he had to go into the back and talk with one of the cashiers.
Things went smoothly as he was getting things ready, until there was a purse snatching incident up at the front of the store. As the day manager still wasn't around, Jack had to get things straightened out. It was very stressful, and even when the night manager showed up after an hour, it still took a long time as he had to keep the customer calm and provide the police a report about what had happened. This gave him two extra hours of overtime, but he was still upset as he finally was able to punch out. As he walked by the manager's office, he heard some strange sounds, but shrugged it off as he could only imagine what could be going on in there. The moment he got outside, he was silently cursing to himself. He was angry with the manager's behavior while he busted his ass to take care of things. As he got to his car, he stopped and just took a deep breath. He knew he needed to calm down and not let his anger continue. Tomorrow was a new day, and he would have to deal with him again the next time he worked.
As he got into his car and relaxed in the seat, Jack closed his eyes and let the quiet sounds of the night soothe his anger. As he sat there, his mind wandered to a different place, a different time. It was a time of swords and rapiers, the Musketeers, the wenches in the beer houses, and a time without the touch of industry and modern times. Jack could picture himself in an empty room pacing. His brown hair a bit longer as it neared his shoulder; he paused from his pacing to gaze in the fire for a moment. As he brushed his hair out of his eyes, he checked his clothing, making sure everything was in place as he prepared for a meeting.
As he removed his sword belt, he overheard one of the women in the main room whispering to another one, 'I wish he would use his sword on me.' The words had made him smile to himself as he walked up the stairs to the top floor. He felt his ego stroked as he felt their eyes on him, knowing they really wanted him because of the power he wielded in his position. He also was always moving around and taking care of business, which helped him to stay in shape to make sure that people would answer to him. His well defined body made him attractive to ladies, but commanded respect from men. As he sat in his chair, he knew that it was only a moment longer before his meeting was to begin.
With a jolt Jack was back in his car. He hadn't dozed off, but as he was prone to do, he had let his imagination take him to a more interesting place as he relaxed. It had been the squeal of tires by the high school kids showing off that had awoke him to the real world again. He took a second to reorient himself and then started the car and headed out of the parking lot. He had a party to go to that all his friends, and his girl, would be at. He was looking forward to it, as it was a social event to start the spring off with drinks, and sex. Maybe his girl would be interested in the threesome or more some he had suggested before.
As he pulled out on the road, he knew he needed some drinks, and some hot sex. He laughed to himself as he knew it was atypical, but right now, after the day he had, he needed both of them. He pushed the gas down and turned up the CD player. As he had a long drive, he began to zone out and let his mind wander again back to the fireplace in his mind from a time long ago.
As Jack waited for his 'guest', he looked over at the large four poster bed in the corner. It didn't have a canopy, but there was rope on each corner, in case it was needed. Next to the bed were two large dressers that held anything that would be desired for whoever was using the room. He was sure he wouldn't need anything for this first meeting, but he knew he would be back here again for further meetings. He looked to the door as it slowly opened with a loud creek. He sat there passively as he watched the young woman walk through the door.
Marie walked in with a slight blush on her cheeks as revealed by the flames from the fireplace. She had tried to enter the room quietly, but the hinges had betrayed her. She hesitated at the entrance to gather her inner strength before walking into the room. The brown haired young lady of eighteen years slowly crossed the room and came to the chair where Jack was sitting. As she went to her knees, she lowered her head towards him and spoke.
"I am here to settle the debt of the House of Donaldson. My name is Marie."
Jack examined her from his chair, taking in her figure. He knew exactly why she was here, but there is always the matter of formality. He smiled inwardly as he enjoyed this position of power.
"Stand and turn slowly," he commanded.
Marie stood up and faced him for a moment to let him examine her. She then slowly started to turn around as per his command, showing off her black flowing dress. Her breasts held in tight by the black corset that laced up tightly beneath them, pushing them up and putting the tops on display, rising and falling with each breath as she continue to turn. She could feel her breath increasing and could not control her racing heart that pounded in her chest. She did not raise her head toward him, knowing what would happen if she spoke out of turn. The rules for this night were for her to obey Lord Jack's every command, as had been repeated by her Father, Baron Donaldson.
The Baron was a fairly decent businessman but he had an addiction to the ladies at the local brothel. Lady Donaldson had passed away years ago and the Baron found comfort with Madame Yvonne and her girls. After a string of deals went bad, Baron Donaldson went to the brothel and proceeded to accrue a rather large bill after a full day of debauchery. When Marie, his only daughter, heard about the trouble her father was in, she went to Madame Yvonne to try to settle the debt. Madame Yvonne told her that it was out of her hands as the debt had been sent up to the upper levels of ownership. Marie shuddered for a moment, knowing she would now have to deal with the local crime lord. She bit her lip and asked the Madame where the local boss could be found. It took a couple of days, but a message was sent to Marie informing her of the place and time where she would meet with the local boss. When her father learned about the meeting, he told her to obey his every command, no matter what it may be. They hugged and she left for her appointment to present herself to the local crime boss.
