Roll of The Dice

In the dimly lit corners of an over-thirties club called Parea, tucked away in the bustling Rainham pub known as The Rose Inn, Jack first laid eyes on Vanessa. Both of them had navigated the tumultuous waters of divorce and found themselves drawn to this place, a sanctuary for those seeking a fresh start. Despite being members of the same club, their paths rarely crossed, as they each moved within their own tight-knit cliques. Yet, fate had other plans.

Over time, they found themselves together at various club functions—bowling nights, dinners at cozy restaurants, hill-climbing walks, and evenings at the local theater. These outings were good, clean fun, and they slowly chipped away at the barriers between their social circles.

Vanessa, having recently settled into a new home, was grappling with a few maintenance issues. It was a fellow club member who knew Jack as a skilled handyman who suggested she reach out to him.

It was a Friday evening when Jack got the call. "Hello?" he answered, curious about the unfamiliar voice.

"Oh, hi, is this Jack?"

"Yeah, it is. Who's this?"

"Oh, hi, Jack, this is Vanessa. We're both members of Parea."

Jack racked his brain, trying to place the name. Vanessa? Oh, right, Vanessa. She had a bit of a resemblance to a younger Jamie Lee Curtis.

"Hi Vanessa, how can I help you?"

"Well, I hope you don't mind, but Susan told me you were a bit of a handyman, and she said you wouldn't mind if I gave you a call."

Jack knew Susan well from school and the club; she was a good friend.

"That's fine, what's the problem?"

Vanessa explained a few issues she was having with her new house. They sounded pretty straightforward to Jack, so he told her he'd stop by the next day since he was free.

The next day, Jack arrived at Vanessa's place, tool kit in hand, ready to tackle her DIY problems. They spent a productive day fixing things, and Jack even took the time to teach Vanessa some basics. As a token of appreciation, Vanessa whipped up a quick pasta meal for them both. After lunch, Jack headed home, feeling satisfied with the day's work.

Over the following weeks, Vanessa called on Jack a few more times for small jobs. He always came over without hesitation, and each time, Vanessa made sure to feed him afterward. Jack thought it was a fair trade-off.

One evening, after Jack had finished resetting a toilet for her, Vanessa invited him to stay and watch a movie. Jack, having no other plans, agreed with a casual "Why not?”

Vanessa quickly put together a Caesar salad for dinner, and later, they settled in with popcorn for the movie. They watched "Multiplicity," a comedy starring Michael Keaton, about a man who gets so busy that he decides to clone himself. As they sat on the sofa, Vanessa leaned into Jack naturally, not in a romantic way, but because it felt comfortable. Jack responded by resting his arm on her shoulder.

As the movie unfolded and they got caught up in the story, Vanessa mentioned that sometimes her life got so hectic that she could use a clone of herself. Out of the blue, Jack asked, "Who takes care of you?" Vanessa looked up at him, curious about what he meant.

"Well, a lady like you must have needs, and should have somebody taking care of them," Jack explained, his tone sincere.

Vanessa pulled back slightly, her expression serious. "Jack, listen, I'm just not into one-night stands and stuff, it's just not me," she explained.

Jack raised his hands in a calming gesture, a smile playing on his lips. "I'm not suggesting anything other than I could take care of your needs," he said.

"Yeah, sure," Vanessa replied, her skepticism clear. "If I took care of your needs, right?"

"That would be entirely up to you, Vanessa," Jack responded, his voice steady.

Vanessa sat upright, scooting to the other end of the couch to face him directly. "So you're expecting me to believe that you would 'take care of my needs' and there would be nothing in it for you? Yeah right. I bet as soon as my knickers were down, your hands would be all over me. No, thank you," she said, a hint of anger in her voice.

"Well, you could always tie my hands behind my back until you trusted me," Jack suggested, a slight shift in his tone. He felt a stir of excitement, remembering how much he enjoyed pleasing women and the thrill of a little bondage.

Vanessa's expression darkened. "Oh, so you're one of the kinky perverts, are you? Fucking pathetic," she sneered.

Jack stood up, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "Just forget about it, Vanessa. I've obviously made a mistake. Even though my offer is genuine, I misread things. Sorry," he said, heading for the door.

Vanessa sat there, stunned, unable to believe how the evening had turned. It had started so nicely. She heard the front door close and Jack's car pull out of her driveway. Picking up the popcorn bowl, she carried it into the kitchen and loaded the dishes into the dishwasher. Suddenly, she felt exhausted. The idea of a long, relaxing bath sounded perfect.

In the quiet of her bathroom, Vanessa let the warm, sudsy water of her bath envelop her, the soft glow of candlelight casting a romantic haze over the room. She always looked forward to this moment, a chance to unwind and indulge in a little self-care.

As she settled back against the cool porcelain, she felt a familiar ache between her legs, a yearning that had been building since Jack left. With a playful smile, she decided to give in to her desires, letting her hands roam over her body, tracing the curves and valleys that she knew so well.

Her thoughts drifted to Jack's proposal, the image of him kneeling between her legs, his hands tied behind his back, servicing her with a fervor. The memory sent a shiver of excitement through her, fueling her arousal. She started at her shoulders, her fingers massaging the tension away, moving down to her breasts, where she lingered, cupping and squeezing, her thumbs circling her nipples until they peaked beneath her touch. A soft moan escaped her lips, the sound echoing in the tiled room, and she could feel her body responding, her skin tingling with anticipation.

Her hands continued their exploration, sliding over her flat stomach and down to her hips. She parted her thighs, allowing the water to caress her most intimate area, the sensation adding to her growing arousal. Her fingers found their way to her clit, teasing it with slow, deliberate circles, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

As her touch became more insistent, she slipped two fingers inside herself, moving them in a rhythm that matched her racing heart. The water sloshed gently around her, the bubbles tickling her skin and heightening her sensitivity. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, and she could feel the tension building deep within her.

Her other hand returned to her breast, squeezing and kneading, as her fingers inside her curled and stroked, hitting all the right spots. The combination of sensations was almost too much, and she could feel her orgasm building, a wave ready to crash over her.

With a final, intense touch, she sent herself over the edge, her body convulsing with pleasure. She rode the wave, her muscles clenching and releasing, until she collapsed back against the tub, a satisfied smile on her face. Her body was slick with sweat and water, and she felt completely sated, her mind finally at peace.

As she lay there, basking in the afterglow, Vanessa couldn't help but feel grateful for these moments of solitude, where she could be truly herself, indulging in the pleasures of her body without inhibition. Jack's proposal had been the spark that ignited her desire, and she found herself wondering, what if he meant what he said? 

Later in bed, Vanessa's mind raced, unable to shake the vivid image that had taken root in her thoughts. She felt a familiar warmth spread through her body as she imagined Jack's tongue there, exploring and pleasing. Her mind's eye painted a scene: herself leaning back on the sofa, her skirt pulled up, legs wide and inviting. Her heels rested on Jack's naked back, his upper body bare and glistening with sweat. In her imagination, his hands were tied behind him with a scarf, and a blindfold of the same fabric was tied around his head, heightening his senses.

Her red fingernails were entwined in his red hair, pulling urgently as she guided his movements, urging him to satisfy her every desire. The thought of having him at her mercy, completely under her control, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She brought herself to another orgasm, the intensity of her release leaving her breathless and trembling.

As she drifted off to sleep, the image of Jack kneeling quietly faded from her mind. The last thing she remembered was imagining herself kicking him away, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, knowing that she had taken exactly what she wanted and nothing more.