chapter 2

One night, Jake spent ages getting ready as usual. He spent over half an hour admiring himself in the mirror. He was wearing a slim-fit shirt, with several buttons undone to show off his tight pecs. He hated that overdone false, orange tan, but he did not want to look ill either. He had a light golden sun-kissed spray-tan on. The shirt only just fit and slipped into his trousers neatly. He ran his hands over his pert bum as he turned sideways onto the mirror. He was wearing bootcut trousers that made his slim legs look longer, especially with his black leather ankle boots with a bit of a heel. The boots pinched a bit, but they looked good and he was not planning to walk far that evening. With a bit of luck he'd spend more time in a horizontal position!
He checked his shoulder length hair. He had been to a salon easier in the day and had it styled. He liked it to have a bit of bounce, a little bit of curl, but not too much. He liked to look slightly tousled, but not messy.
While at the salon he's had a manicure. His short nails were perfectly shaped and neat with a slight sheen. His toe nails were the same.
He kept his eyebrows neatly trimmed with regular threading. His teeth had been whitened, but not so much that they glowed in the dark, or looked artificial. He wore a little foundation and powder to even out his facial skin tone and added a little contouring bronzer to may his cheekbones look even higher and his face even more angular than it already was. He had a finishing touch of gloss on his lips. He gave himself a lips making kiss in the mirror. He looked stunning, even if he said it himself. What girl could not fail to want him when he looked this good!
Of course, he had prepared himself for the cameras as well. the paparazzi were sure to be hanging about outside the club and he wanted to be seen. Free publicity kept him in the public eye and being in the public eye gave him so many privileges these days. He could get a table at any restaurant he wanted, whenever he wanted. If he was photographed in or around the restaurant, it was free publicity for them.
He didn't go shopping much. He would send Sunshine out for the mundane groceries, he had his own stylist, who would buy him all his clothes. As well as that, fashion houses would send him free samples of their clothes for him to wear on the red carpet, other publicity shots. It was free advertising for them and Jake looked good in everything!
He had a large selection of beauty products. Most of them had been freebies. All he had to do in return was stay fit and healthy and in the public eye, without causing scandal.
He knew he's been lucky so far that his bedroom antics had not got him in the gossip columns for the wrong reasons. They knew he had lots of girlfriends, and sometimes boyfriends. They knew he could be 'experimental' in bed, but they had no proof. So far, none of his bedfellows had blabbed to the press, but Jake knew that could only be a matter of time. He knew he should behave, but when sex was offered to you on a plate, what were you to do?
Jake's girlfriends were usually the 'bimbo' type. They weren't always blonde, but they tended to be a bit ditsy and only after one thing... to get into bed with him.
He pulled on a jacket made of leather. It was a stylish suit style jacket by Armani that finished off any outfit. Then he said goodnight to Sunshine, who was sitting at her desk doing paperwork and headed out into the night. He had his own driver, who waited outside in his Mercedes. He was available whenever Jake wanted him, 24 hours a day, every day. If George couldn't make it for one reason or another, he sent a colleague, who was just as discreet and reliable.
George drove him to Jake's favourite club. It was a cool evening, with a light breeze and dampness him the air. There was a queue of keen clubbers waiting to get inside, but they had to wait in the drizzle. They shivered in their light club wear as they waited, patiently.
Jake walked confidently straight up to the front door. The door opened before he got there. He did not have to knock or say anything. As the door closed behind him, someone took his jacket to the safety of the cloakroom, while someone else whisked him off to the VIP area upstairs and took an order for his drinks.
Jake was not a big drinker at all. He rarely got drunk, but he was often shown in pictures with a glass of champagne in his hand, having a good time. His secret was to order a bottle of champagne for his table and a carafe of water. he would fill one glass with the champagne and one with water. He would drink from the glass containing the water, but if he knew he was being photographed, he would pick up the champagne glass, but never drink from it. The fizz did not get wasted, however. He had plenty of guests who were only too willing to drink it for him!
Using this tactic, he kept control of his body and his mind. He would never be caught falling out of a taxi, too drunk to stand!
Within minutes Jake arriving at the club, he was surrounded by acquaintances and friends all trying to get a little closer to him than the next person. competition was fierce and fights had occurred on more than one occasion. Everyone was trying to curry Jake's favour. Everyone was out to impress him, or attract his attention one way or another.
He made his way over to the restaurant. He'd not eaten yet this evening. He ordered a chicken salad, but, when it came, he realised he was not hungry after all and ate only half of it. The rest was eaten by someone in his entourage.
Jake was feeling jaded that night. He knew he looked good, but he was bored with the same old routine. The same people (or types of people), the same music, the same food, the same drinks, the same decor. The night would probably end the same way. He would select one or two of the prettiest bimbos and take them back to his flat for sex. In the morning, they would be gone and he'd quite possibly never see them again. He might not even find out what their names were. It was a monotonous, but pleasurable cycle that he was caught up in. He yearned for something different.
He looked beyond his sycophantic entourage to look for anyone who he might be able to have an intelligent conversation with.
He wanted someone who he could talk to as an equal. Someone he could fall in love with, not just have sex with. They didn't have to be glamorous. For once, he did not want to be Jake Williams. He wanted to escape. He felt cooped up in the apartment, yet whenever he left it, he had to be on show. He knew the situation was of his own making. He just did not know how to get out of it, unless he emigrated to the Australian Outback.
He saw a woman standing near a pillar by the bar, watching the dancers on the dance floor below. She was well endowed and shapely. Her business suit fit in all the right places. She had very dark, almost black hair that hung over her shoulders, straight and sleek. Jake surmised she might have come straight from work from what she was wearing. She sipped from a straw at a long cocktail filled with fancy umbrellas and bits of fruit. She looked like she was alone. Jake was intrigued. Why would a business woman go straight from work to a club on her own? He had a go at inventing his own reasons while one of his girls sat on his knee and slipped her hand inside his shirt.
He pushed her away. He stood up, forcing the drunken girl to fall on the floor. Jake didn't care. He stepped over to her and introduced himself to the business woman by the bar.
Her name was Elaine, he learned. Her long term boyfriend had just split up with her. She was feeling sorry for herself, so she'd come to the club after work.
Jake's attention was drawn to the blouse under her jacket. It had a deep V neckline, edged with frills. It was a very floaty, thin silk, almost transparent. Did she not want to remove her jacket in the hot club because her bra would show up in the ultraviolet lights? It was not the blouse that he was looking at. Her cleavage was deep and her breasts heaved as she breathed. He was almost transfixed!
She turned away. She did not like to be chatted up by men who were only interested in her breasts!
Jake apologised. Could he buy her a drink? Did she want to sit down and talk?
She already had a drink, but was willing to talk. Jake guided her to a quieter part of the club, where he was less likely to be bothered by members of his entourage. With a bit of luck, they might think he's already left and go home.
Elaine, he learned, had her own catering company. She provided food trucks and catering staff for film or TV companies shooting outside broadcasts, or similar large scale events. She did not cook the food herself, or serve it. She was based in the office, creating advertising campaigns and making presentations to prospective clients.
Jake suggested he could help in one of her campaigns. He could sing, he could dance, he could act. He was easy on the eye, he was famous. If she wanted to raise the profile of her business, then he could do it!
She smiled at how vain he was. She told him she was not interested.
Her lack of interest only made Jake push harder. If she didn't want him to work with him, then, maybe they could do something else together.
Elaine told him he would not be interested in her. She said she liked different things to other girls.
But this was exactly what Jake was looking for! What was she into? Why was she different? He needed to know!
She would not tell him what she liked to do. Jake's mind was going crazy. What kind of kink could she have that was different to anything he had not tried before? Did she like S&M? He'd not tried that for ages! Was she a dominatrix? If she was, he was ready to be dominated! Or did she want him to dominate her? Did she want to be his slave. He could do that as well. Whatever she wanted he could do.
With that, she took his hand. "I think we'd better leav