Jason's Reckoning

by Phillips, Merry

  JASON'S RECKONING

  A Phaze Fury HeatSheet by

  Merry Phillips

  Phaze 6470A Glenway Avenue, #109 Cincinnati, OH 45211-5222

  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  eBook ISBN 1-59426-938-6

  Jason's Reckoning© 2007 by Merry Phillips

  All rights reserved under the International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

  Cover art © 2006 by Kathryn Lively

  Phaze is an imprint of Mundania Press, LLC.

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  This tale is dedicated to Dianne who wanted something with the woman in control. And to Bev who kept me going with it when I thought no one was reading it!

  It's also dedicated to my husband, who for some strange reason is not threatened by what I write even though it's about as far outside our own experiences as planting a garden on the moon! What can you say to that except: I love you, Big Guy! A frustrating call to Memorial Hospital was the first step in learning about Jason's other woman. "Rasmussen," a man had answered. "Mr. Rasmussen, this is Janice submitted a two hundred fifty-dollar charge to my credit card last month. I need to know who authorized the charge before I call the credit card company to dispute it. As I've already told three people in the billing department, all I have is a computer reference number." "I can understand your frustration Ms.…" "Mrs.…" "Mrs. Callahan, but there are strict confidentiality laws we have to

  observe. The penalties attached to them are severe." "I know that. There are severe penalties attached to quite a few laws, including the ones covering credit card fraud. In fact, there are quite severe fines for businesses refusing to cooperate in uncovering the fraudulent use of a card." "Really, Mrs. Callahan, there's no reason to get excited." "On the contrary, Mr. Rasmussen, submitting fraudulent charges to credit cards is very exciting. Moreover, your refusal even to investigate the matter is thrilling. It implies that you were aware the charge was fraudulent."

  "Ma'am, I'm not refusing to investigate this. But the law and hospital policy are very clear about violating patient confidence."

  "I'm not asking you to violate anyone's confidence! I only want you to look up the billing record and tell me who authorized the charge! I was in a meeting in Springfield that day. I didn't get back to Chicago until two o'clock the next day. I've explained this to your staff already. Do I need to report you to the Illinois Hospital Association? They probably won't tell me anything either, but I'm sure they'll ruin a lot of your people's days pawing through your accounts. It may not be today, but it will happen." "Well, yes. Yes, they would. Let me check. Here it is." "Who authorized it?" Of course. Jason Callahan of Chicago paid the account with this credit card. For Ms. Sherry Adams."

  Callahan. Memorial Hospital "I see. Thank you, Mr. Rasmussen." "Not at all, Mrs. Callahan, good day." A trip to the Town Hall where Sherry Adams lived yielded a street registry that gave Janice all she needed to investigate the other woman. Fortune smiled on her when she learned the house next door to Sherry's was available for monthly rental with a security deposit equal to three months' rent. Settling her father's estate after his recent death was the perfect excuse to take time off to conduct her investigations.

  At first, she hated the younger woman and it took every ounce of her willpower to keep her sharp fingernails from shredding Sherry's face. She wanted to hate her quarry's perfection of shape and form. Everything from Sherry's shiny, blonde hair as it danced on her shoulders and cupped her small ears, to her deep, laughing, brown eyes over a gently upturned nose and a mouth shaped like Cupid's bow. Perky breasts, narrow waist, and long perfection. God, she's a thinking.

  For months, she worked her father's lessons to maximum benefit as she learned her enemy's weaknesses and strengths. No one knew her rage or pain. She pushed them into a box, closed the lid, and locked it.

  It was some weeks before Janice's curiosity overcame her squeamishness at invading another person's home. One day Janice snuck in to get a better idea of her enemy. Her first impression was that Sherry kept a neat house—not a perfect one, Janice was relieved to see, but a neat one. She went through the other woman's bills, hoping to find some extravagant expense, but was disappointed. It hurt when she found magazines, toiletries, and clothes obviously belonging to Jason. Finding a "Congratulations" card from Jason to Sherry for Taming Dom signed, You rock babe! I Love You, Jason, made her double over in pain.

  Even as she considered her determination to ruin both Jason and Sherry, she knew it was not actually possible. She could make them miserable, publicly humiliate them, destroy their credit ratings, but they‘d still have each other. From the start of actively watching Sherry, she had strange erotic dreams. Though she was always the one in command in the dreams she often woke shaking and terrified at what she had made the other woman do. Still, she was determined to get revenge.

  A couple of months later she watched from a restaurant across the street as Sherry and a friend ate lunch at a sidewalk cafe. Jason's mistress was apparently celebrating her companion's success. They ordered

  legs with delicate ankles completed her

  fucking cheerleader, Janice remembered

  champagne and Sherry proposed a toast, making the other woman blush. Janice watched the graceful movements of Sherry's hands as she talked. Sherry's easy confidence and serenity was entrancing. During the lunch, Sherry's companion made several inviting gestures to Sherry, finally stroking a fingernail over the back of Sherry's hand where it sat on the table. Sherry refused the invitation with a shake of her head and a statement Janice couldn't hear. The other woman's response upset Sherry and she abruptly ended the lunch. When she kissed the other woman's cheek in farewell, Janice felt a frightening surge of lust.

  Fear and confusion chased her back to work. She wrestled for hours with the sudden clarity of her feelings. At last, her nightmares made sense. Every thought of harming Sherry had involved some compliment of form, face, or character. Every dark fantasy had played itself out with the younger woman clinging to her and begging forgiveness.

  She was not ready for this complication. She was still formulating her plan and needed to be calm and in control, not hot and needy! She got herself under control and considered a new plan. She would have this interloper, and Jason, on her terms. First, she needed to see for herself what their relationship was like.

  She remembered Jason telling her he had to check the certification of a new guide in one of the schools. He left late Friday night and would be gone a week. That was her opportunity to observe them together. She waited until Sunday and followed Jason.

  Late that afternoon she watched through binoculars, set on a stand to keep her hands free, as Sherry took papers into the backyard and started reading. She could see that it was Sherry's second novel, Keeping Sara. The stakeout was rather boring; all Sherry did was read and make a few marks. Nevertheless, Janice kept watching and soon Jason came out. Her Jason. He moved behind Sherry's chair and leaned over to whisper in her ear while he slipped a hand inside her blouse. Sherry smiled like a pampered kitten and Jason helped her set her papers aside neatly. Sherry stood and turned towards her house but Jason shook his head, motioning her to stay. Janice watched as a blush colored Sherry's face, guessing Sherry was worried about the neighbors by her gestures. Jason grinned, a devilish slant to his lips. Sherry's backyar
d was surrounded by a six-foot hedge, so Janice knew the only worry Sherry really had was people like herself looking out of windows.

  Janice was still shocked to see Sherry lower her eyes and start stripping. Jason appeared dissatisfied by her speed because he made her stop just after she removed her shorts. She put her clothes back on, starting over. This time she seemed to ask his permission when she indicated the buttons on her blouse, waiting for his approval before opening it. Jason approved each piece before Sherry removed and folded them. Janice saw how their play aroused Jason, his eyes becoming heavy and his cock swelling. She felt a flush of desire herself when she saw his arousal.

  Finally, Sherry stood naked. What a beautiful sight she was. Jason gave an order and Sherry parted her legs. With a smooth step, Jason invaded Sherry's space and jabbed a finger in her pussy, while he lifted her face to him with his right hand. Janice could see Sherry's eyes snap open. Sherry held her position while Jason pierced her body with his finger and watched her face. Janice could almost feel the same sensations as Sherry as she watched, her own pussy growing hot and wet. Jason's mastery kept the two women spellbound as he pierced and rubbed Sherry's pussy again and again. Janice watched as Sherry fought to keep her hips still and panted in time to Sherry's torment.

  Finally, Jason gave some signal Janice couldn't see and Sherry's hips rocked on his hand like a swing. Janice felt her hips rocking and realized she was fucking herself. She would have been embarrassed if it hadn't felt so good. At last, Jason relaxed his command and the two women came at almost the same time. When Janice could breathe again she noticed the other two had gone into the house. She had what she needed. Once the other house went dark for the night, she left. * * * * For a month now, she'd been an actress playing a part. Everyone still had his or her secrets. Hers, though, were the best of all, and after tonight everything would be different. She picked up the phone and dialed a number with a satisfied smile. "Hello?" "Hello, may I speak to Ms. Adams please?" "Speaking," said the friendly voice on the other end. "Ms. Adams, this is Sandra Kent at Savoy Publishing, I'm calling for Janice Moore, from Marketing. She's at the Downtown Chicago Sheraton over the weekend and would like to meet with you about Keeping Sara. Are you free this afternoon?" "Is there a problem?" "Not at all, Mrs. Moore just wants to go over some details with you."

  "Well, I didn't have any plans, but I'm not really prepared for a meeting."

  "That's quite alright, Ms. Adams. Mrs. Moore has all the paperwork with her and she prefers casual meetings. Really, it's just a quick meeting about strategy and planning." "I, well, yes, I can make it." "Is four o'clock good?" "Uh, yes, four is fine." "Excellent. I'll let Mrs. Moore know. She's in room Five Thirty

  Two, you'll be able to go right up." After disconnecting the call Janice hesitated a moment, then made

  another call. "Bob Kinslow," a man answered. "Bob, this is Janice. I need a favor." "Uh," Bob stammered. "Now, Bob," Janice cooed. "You aren't going to make this difficult are you? It's a simple favor. No danger, nothing illegal. I just need you to keep Jason busy for awhile tonight." "What?" "Uh huh. You keep Jason busy for a few hours and that little favor you owe me, you know the one? When the books didn't balance? Well, we'll never mention that little problem again."

  "Alright, I have something that will keep him busy until later tonight," Bob promised. "Perfect." She told her assistant to cancel the rest of her appointments for the day, then closed her office. * * * * Jason was in his office pretending to study a fiscal report. In reality, he was thinking about an afternoon he had spent with Sherry about a month ago. She had just finished her second novel, Keeping Sara, and taken it outside to check the spelling. He'd watched a game on television then gone outside to see how she was doing. She'd been so beautiful sitting in the sun dressed in shorts and button down blouse, reading papers with a pen in one hand. She'd put a lot of work into this novel and he wanted to give her something to make today truly memorable.

  He walked to the chair where she sat and thought he saw a curtain move in the neighbor's window. Thinking someone might be watching gave him a wicked idea. He slipped his hand inside her bra and covered her breast with his hand and leaned over to whisper, "Want an 'afternoon delight' to celebrate finishing the book?"

  Sherry nodded and stood. He helped her put her papers aside and she started for the house. "Uh-uh, here," he said, indicating the backyard.

  "But the neighbors!" she exclaimed, waving a hand around the backyard. "They might be watching." "Yeah," he agreed with an evil grin. "Pretend they are." Sherry blushed, lowered her eyes, and started removing her clothes. He waited until she had taken off her shorts before telling her to stop. He knew she loved it when he got masterful with her. "Put everything back on and take it off the right way," he ordered.

  She did. She asked permission to remove her shirt before taking it off. Her breasts bounced with joy when she removed her bra. He loved the sight of her hard nipples and knew the semi public strip was turning her on. She opened her shorts with precise movements before she bent over to push them down her legs, stepping out of them. Her blue panties were darker in the crotch with the evidence of her readiness. He hummed with pleasure when saw the stain. She pushed them down, stepped out of them, and stood before him, with her eyes down but her body proudly displayed.

  With one step he was in front of her. "Open," he said, and she opened her legs. He shoved a finger straight up and in her pussy, feeling the sultry heat. He cupped her chin with his other hand and muttered, "Look at me." Her gaze snapped up to his and he watched her face as he tormented her with pleasure. His dick was already as hard as a cop's nightstick just from watching her strip and thinking about the neighbor watching. Now it was almost painful in its intensity. He hoped the neighbor was enjoying the show because he was certainly was.

  He stroked his finger in and out of Sherry, playing with the walls of her pussy, tickling her cervix, and teasing the secret spot inside that made her go like a rocket. His thumb was busy, too. Sherry had a sensitive clit and got more pleasure from someone playing around it than with it. He teased it with his thumb, pushing in on the spot just under it or to the side. She gasped and moaned when he did. She moved her hips in response and he gave her a little punishment by twisting the lip of her pussy. "Be still," he warned. She stood perfectly, panting with the effort to obey. He tormented her with strokes and tickles for a few more minutes, before he jammed his fingers straight up. "Go baby," he allowed. She turned into a bucking horse jacking herself back and forth on his hand. When she came, she covered his hand with her juice and he loved it. She collapsed against his chest and he held her, offering his wet hand to Sherry. She licked it clean with a dainty tongue and sucked the juices off his fingers. He thought about fucking her right then but knew she would be mortified. He picked Sherry up in his arms and bid their watcher a silent adieu before carrying her inside.

  The phone rang, jarring him from his reverie. "Callahan," he barked into the receiver.

  "Jason, we got those new ropes today. I'm not comfortable outfitting them before we test them. They aren't Santex. I know you probably have plans tonight, but Lance is taking a group climbing early next week. Will you help me test them?" "Yeah, sure Bob." His office door opened and Janice came in as Bob apologized,

  explaining he wanted to avoid any liability with the ropes. "No, you're right, Bob," he said distractedly. "We need to test the equipment before we outfit it. Look, Janice is here. I'll be ready to go as soon as I talk to her."

  He put the phone down and smiled at his wife. He knew he saw a different woman than what she saw in the mirror. He saw a strong face with mysterious brown eyes, a noble nose, and a sexy overbite surrounded by a cloud of dark hair. All her strength, mystery, and nobility crowned a runner's body—though she didn't run—with high full breasts. She had said on more than one occasion that she looked like a horse with a bad overbite. He loved her and had since their first date. If he could have anything he wanted, it would be to have both his loves toget
her with him.

  "Hey, sweetheart," he said with a smile as he stood and went around the desk to her. "Have I told you how great you look today?"

  "This morning, when you were helping me with my stockings," she responded as she walked into his embrace. "Bob has a problem?"

  "We replaced a couple of harnesses but, it's a different company so he wants to check them out before we outfit them. I'm afraid I'll be testing them most of the night." As he spoke, he caressed her back and smoothed a hand down her ass and under her skirt. Her bare buttocks made his cock stir, but her soft pussy was responsible for making it stand at attention. "My, my," he whispered against her mouth as he slipped a finger inside her. "We forgot to put your panties back on this morning."

  "I know," she whispered. "I've been having all sorts of ideas today," she countered with a little moan of pleasure as she spread her legs slightly. "I have a meeting this afternoon and it's looking to last into the evening. I'll take a taxi and leave you the car." She squirmed as he slipped a second finger in and put gentle pressure on her clit with his thumb. She reached a gentle hand to open his pants and pulled out his cock, squeezing it with loving fingers.

  Jason walked her backward with slow steps, until they reached the corner of the office that hid them if the door opened. "Then we should do what we can while we can, don't you think?" he offered as he raised her up against the wall and slid his cock into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he rocked them in a slow and easy motion.

  "My pussy still has to stretch to take you," Janice murmured on a long happy sigh.

  Her head dropped back against the wall as he nuzzled and nipped at her neck. Over time, they'd learned to be careful when they played with all their clothes on and left the door unlocked. Going to a meeting with sex rumpled clothes always left a bad impression. They had to pleasure each other cleanly, not a task suited for sex.

  Jason stabbed into Janice in short jabs while she used his cock like a firehouse pole. When his phone vibrated he knew they both felt it. Janice dared him to answer it by thrusting down on his cock and squeezing it tightly with her pussy. Jason smiled, loving the way she warned him before reassuring her by nuzzling her neck. They squeezed toward each other and separated slowly drawing the feelings out. Jason grabbed her ass in both hands and squeezed as he pulled her down on his cock. Their lips locked together as their orgasms took hold and rode them. They held each other while they recovered from the event. When they could breathe, they gently separated and helped each other restore order to their clothes.