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Quitting Time: At The Ice Rink

By: MeanBlackjack



Walking through the ice rink's cold corridors, Jack Adams sighed and rubbed at his temples. Today had been a very, very long day. One customer had claimed to have lost a dollar and fifty cents in the arcade machine. A fat, dorky teenager with several pimples on his face. His voice had a 'I'm better than you' tone to it and Jack hated those kind of kids. Jack remembered asking the teen how much he had lost. This evidently fell on deaf ears. The teen repeated his story, and Jack repeated his question.

After several un-needed retellings of the story, Jack had almost lost it when he managed to get out the problem from the customer. While Jack was well aware that it was impossible to lose one dollar and fifty cents, (the machine would spit out any loose change if it didn't make a complete dollar), he managed to pry open the front of the large machine and almost convince him he was in some sort of spooky roller disco. 

The flashing lights and constant beeping of the machine made Jack's brain want to scream out in pain but he endured. Fishing out the loose change, Jack removed his head from the machine and passed it to the teenager. Closing the big door to the arcade machine, Jack pulled himself up off the machine and dusted off his jeans. To Jack's amazement, the teenager continued to tell him the story. Looking at the change in his hand, Jack asked him.

"Didn't I give you enough?"

"No, you gave me the right change. I'm just saying..." The teenager started but Jack quickly cut him off.

"OK, well I've got work to do." Jack quickly spun on his right heel and darted out of the room.

Angel, one of the older supervisor's, came over to Jack as he was gearing up to clean out the garbage bins. 

"OK Jack, guess where you're going to work now." Angel said, a smirk creeping across her wrinkled face, her smile reminded Jack of a terrifying witch from Shakespearean lore. Jack shuddered to think of what she could possibly conjure up for him.

"... The women's bathrooms?" Jack asked, knowing that he would never get so lucky.

"Close but no cigar. You're in the hole." Angel said, her sly smile was now a fully, yellow, toothy grin. 'The hole' was common slang among the ice rink staff for the shoe rental office. Jack's heart plummeted, not only did he have to pass around smelly boots all day, but he had to deal with obnoxious people and dumb ass questions. 

'The hole' was a large circular room, that had a large oak desk wrapping around the front of the room. There was a large Perspex window that ran from the top of the rink's ceiling down to the desk, cutting off at least three feet above the oak desk. Behind the window, there was a large, black leather chair with wheels on. There was also a large black chalk board with prices and shoe sizes available for rental.

Slumped at the desk, Jack looked up as a teenaged kid walked up to the desk.

"Do you have half sizes?" He asked, looking at the size chart above Jack.

Jack stared at him for a couple of seconds, then looked at the size chart. "No. We only have full sizes."

"OK, I'll take a nine and a half."

Sighing, Jack fought all urges to put his head in his hands and scream. "Is that a nine or a ten?"

"Huh?" The teen asked, looking at Jack with a goofy confused look.

"We. Don't. Have. Half sizes." Jack said, spitting out the words, struggling to control himself.

"Uhh... Can I get back to you?" The teen asked as he darted out of Jack's sight. There was a knock on the side door and it crept open slowly. Standing behind it was Amy Williams. Amy was African-American and a major cutey. She had her black hair in a short pixie type hair cut and was dressed in the uniform of a black polo shirt and long black jeans that covered her killer legs. Jack had seen her out of work before and knew she was hot, but at work the magic seemed to fade. Amy was one of the resident 'weekend' staff. People who only put in a few hours due to prior contracts.

"Hey Jack."

Sighing, Jack ran a hand through his head. "Hi Amy, how's it goin'?" 

"Good. Angel said I need to take over." Amy said, a smile on her face.

Jack nodded, his mood was down near the bottom, but this was making his day a little better. "OK, people are dumb today." Jack added in passing.

"When aren't they?" Amy added as Jack shut the door. A smile on his face as he walked into the 'Staff only' area. Walking down a few steps, Jack found the ice rink's office and walked in. Looking around, there wasn't any one in the office. Shaking his head slightly, Jack let out a long sigh. Thinking to himself, Jack walked over to the printed out spreadsheet on the wall. It was split into several columns with many rows below them. 

Running his finger down the paper, Jack found his name and ran it along to the 'Finish' column. Fumbling around on the table, Jack grabbed a blue ball-point and looked at his watch. Jack scrawled in the time he was leaving and placed the pen back on the table.

The weight off his shoulders Jack grinned. Tonight was going to be a good night! One of his best friends, Ian, was getting all of his old friends together and they were going to get wasted. A sly smile crept across Jack's face as he walked into the break room/locker room of the ice rink and headed over to his own personal locker.

The row of lockers curled around the corner of the top left corner of the room and stood a little higher than he was. Jack had decorated the gun metal grey locker with various rock and roll band stickers, such as AC/DC and Metallica. As he was about to punch in his combination on the dial, a gruff voice called out to him.

"Hey! Jack!"

It was Martin Ramone, the manager of the ice rink. He was a short, stout man with black hair that was graying at the temples. No doubt a result of having to deal with the general public all day. Jack bit his tongue and turned around. 

"Yeah boss?" Jack asked, as Martin entered the room. Closing the door behind him, Jack wondered if this was going to be something that could possibly dampen his evening plans.

"You want to make some extra money?" Martin asked, rubbing his hands together. 

Jack knew exactly what he was offering. "Who's coming in tomorrow?"

Expecting a member of the management board to be in tomorrow to inspect the rink. This happened on a bi-monthly basis and it always fell on Jack's shoulders to ensure the rink was up to standards. Everyone else always seemed to be busy and Jack always had a problem with saying 'no' to people.

"No one from management. We have a V.I.P member coming in later. Want to work it?" Martin asked as Jack opened his locker and grabbed his cell phone. Looking at the newly illuminated screen, a graphic for 'New Message'. Clicking the green button to accept the message. 'Hey guys. Busy right now. Do something later?' It was from Ian, and he was busy, leaving Jack now plan-less.

"... I guess I can. What time do you want me here?" Jack asked as he closed his locker again. 

"The rink shuts in one hour. So, can you come back in two?" Martin asked as Jack looked back at him.

"Well... I live close to an hour from here so there's no real point. Can I stay here?" Jack asked as Martin nodded his head.

"Yeah, that'll be fine. Come and find me at eight." And with that, he was gone. Martin had left the room, and Jack was alone. Looking around, Jack reopened his locker and grabbed his book he had been reading on the bus. 'Flash Forward' by Robert J. Sawyer. It had kept him occupied and was bound to keep him occupied for the rest of his two hour stay.

Pulling a cold steel chair away from the oak table, Jack tossed his book to the hard wood and walked over to the microwave in the corner of the room. Passing past the worn leather couch, Jack reached into the cupboards above the chrome appliance.

Opening up the left cupboard, Jack grabbed a cardboard box of popcorn. Tearing the lid off the box, Jack grabbed one of the foil packages and checked the instructions.

'Place bag in microwave. Cook for three minutes. Add additional minutes until popping is heard. Sincerely, the voice in your head that speaks when you read things.'

Jack allowed himself the Monty Python gag and pressed the big black button on the microwave to open the door. The door popped open ever so slightly, Jack pulled the door open for the rest of the way and tossed the bag in. Looking at the digital key pad, Jack pressed the minute button three times and walked back to the table. Sitting on the chair, Jack opened the book up to where he was and started to read.

***

Deeply engrossed, Jack was about to turn the page when he heard a bustling of people. Grabbing a till receipt from an earlier purchase, Jack tucked the paper in the page he was on and walked over to his locker. Opening up the door, he saw he had another new message from Billy. 

Billy was another of Jack and Ian's friends who lived deeper in the heart of L.A where the socialites and movie stars would visit. Billy always had a tale of having to pry Paris Hilton from some poor loser who was desperate to not have an STD.

It simply read 'You would not believe what just happened!'. Rolling his eyes, Jack muttered to himself. "I'm sure I wouldn't."

Putting the cell back in his locker, Jack placed the book on the shelf of his locker and walked out of the room. Getting a high five from Chad, the very cool, possibly permanently stoned, concessions stand guy. Standing at five foot eight, Chad had his long brown hair, unwashed and tied up in dreadlocks. He had a stubble on his face and was wearing his work polo shirt.

"Yo dawg! How's it goin'?" He asked as their skin recoiled from the high five.

"Low." Jack smiled at the pun. "Gotta work late though."

"Bummer dude! V.I.P?" Chad asked, as they stood in the hallway.

"Yeah, Martin can't seem to be assed to do it himself."

"Dude! No kidding. Listen, you know they're hiring a new supervisor? You should totally go for it!"

"Me? A supervisor? No thanks, I'm sick of this place as it is." Jack said with a smile, Chad voiced his differences, but Jack had made his mind up. They said their goodbyes and Jack carried on. The last set of customers must've gone as another group of people were now walking down the hall.

Amy was in the mix too, who gave him a happy, if slightly frenzied wave from side-to-side. Smiling, Jack matched the wave, as they walked past each other.

They were going home and Jack was stuck inside the fucking ice rink. Walking down the hallway, Jack passed the many photos hung on the wall. Walking up to the back of the 'Staff only' door, Jack turned the steel knob and pushed the door open.

Ignoring taunts from Angel, Jack walked down to Martin who was standing with who he could assume was the V.I.P. She had on big black sunglasses, possibly to avoid people recognizing her. She was clad in a purple beanie, she had a dark brown coat on, covering her striped top. She was also wearing tight denim jeans with some brown boots.

"Ah, this is Jack! He will be staying with you tonight Miss?"

"Summers. Dawn Summers." The stranger said with a warm smile, extending her hand to shake.

'Dawn Summers? As in Buffy's sister?' Looking at the V.I.P to shake her hand, Jack realized exactly who she was! Michelle Trachtenberg! Oh shit, the times he'd jerked off to her on Buffy... This would be a long, hard evening.

Jack shook Michelle's gloved hand as the staff filed out of the ice rink. Martin smiled and simply said. "I'll leave you two to it!"

And with that, Martin was gone. Michelle's agent, who was dressed in a suit with her hair up in a bun stepped forward. "Miss Summers is simply here for recreation. She will not be signing autographs or have photos taken with her. Are we clear?"

Jack, slightly taken back by this simply nodded. 

"Thank you Anne. I'll see you in two hours." Michelle said as she dismissed the agent. Anne nodded and walked away as the last of the staff exited. 

Martin tossed Jack the keys for the ice rink. Jack caught them and looked over at him. As he shouted back to him. "Lock up once you're done!"

"Because you normally leave doors unlocked right?" Michelle said with a smile as Jack locked the doors behind them.

"Yeah. Especially since we're so close to drug dealers! Should we get you some skates?" Jack asked as they walked towards the hole.

"Yes please, can I grab a 7?" Michelle asked as Jack opened the door to the hole and walked through. Jack nodded as he looked in the many holes in the wall to find the size 7.

"Pink OK?" He asked as she grabbed the size 7 in 'Girl' design. 

Michelle smiled and nodded. "By the way, my name's really Michelle. The fake name bull shit really annoys me but my agent says it's for my best interest... But... I don't know it pisses me off."

"You don't like pretending?" Jack asked as they walked towards the ice rink. The actual rink itself was quite large, big enough for junior ice hockey to be played on and small enough for casual skating. There were two sets of bleachers on either side of the rink, Martin had installed them specifically for ice hockey games in the local area. The local high schools would use the rink for play offs or just days out from school and Martin reveled in the attention.

Since they had installed the bleachers, business had doubled. Single parents would take their children out to the rink for their weekend custody, and Martin loved these people the most. You could guarantee that they would spend several hours on the rink racking up to at least $14 and then there was the concessions after the rink. Boxes of chocolate, bottles of soda and other stuff that wasn't good for you, they would all be snapped up by the parents.

"No dude! It's bull shit!" Michelle cursed again, slightly taking Jack aback by her no mercy vocabulary. "Are you not coming on?" Michelle asked as she noted that Jack wasn't changing his boots as well.

"You want me to?" Jack asked, some what surprised. The majority of times, Jack was simply put to the sidelines, simply watching the V.I.P skate.

"If you want to. I'm not going to stop you." Michelle said with a smile. She bent down and unzipped the side of her brown boots so she could slip on the ice skates.

"Sure OK. Give me five seconds!" Jack said with an excited grin. Darting back to the hole, Jack grabbed his boots from under the desk. Jack and the rest of the staff would normally pick out the right pair in their size and keep them to one side. Jack was glad they did this, Jack had a common foot size and all pairs had been rented out today, so they would reek of other people's feet.

Walking back to the rink, Jack saw that Michelle had placed her normal boots to the side of the bleachers and was waiting patiently by the side of the rink. The side door opened, so that she and Jack could get onto the rink. Jack quickly changed his boots and the two got onto the ice.

They skated a couple of laps, talking about this and that not anything ground breaking. Eventually, Michelle's job came up again and brought up another rant from Michelle about the fake name business.

"It's all bull shit. They're so paranoid. Thinking if anyone finds out that I'm skating here the paparazzi would find out and invade the place!"

"You don't like pretending?" Jack asked again, repeating his question from earlier.

"Nah dude. Bull. Shit." Michelle said with a smile, skating around the rink.

"Well, it's not like your job depends on you being able to pretend... Or say... Act right?" Jack said with a big grin as Michelle realized what he had said.

"Funny. Prick." Michelle said with a grin. Punctuating the 'Prick' with a playful punch to his arm. "That's what I mean though! I have to do it for a living, I don't want to do it on my nights off too!"

Jack nodded as they skated to a halt near one of the goal areas. Standing still, Michelle looked over the whole rink. "You know I used to skate a lot when I was younger? Used to be good too." She said, sounding like she was boasting.

"Yeah? Me too." Jack said with a grin.

"Really? Can you Axel jump?" Michelle asked, crooking an eyebrow looking at Jack with admiration on her face.

"Absolutely!" Jack said with a smile. It took all of his mental strength to not look behind him to see if someone else had said that instead of him.

"Me too! Want to do one? It's been so long since I did one!" Michelle said, smiling at the prospect.

Jack took a cartoon gulp of air and nodded. "Ladies first." Jack said with a grin, motioning away from him.

Michelle grinned and nodded. Skating to the wooden side, she pushed away from the side and started to skate towards the middle. Skating faster and faster, Michelle crouched down before leaping in the air and with the grace of a true professional rotated a single time in the air before planting herself perfectly down on her feet to skate away.

Michelle skated to the other side and shouted over to Jack. "Your turn stud!" She said with a smirk. Jack smiled and shook his head. How did he get himself into this shit?

Jack mimicked Michelle's actions and skated to the edge. Taking hold of the side, Jack skated to the middle, faster and faster, he crouched down and as he reached the spot where Michelle was roughly. He leapt in the air and aimed to spin around. The only problem? He'd gained at least forty pounds since he last skated and he had never managed anything quite like that.

Jack unfortunately never managed a rotation and landed down on his feet, his left foot hitting the cold ice very hard. His entire weight managed to crash down on the single ankle and Jack felt it twist beneath him. Screaming in pain, Jack fell to the floor and held it in agony.

He could hear Michelle curse as she skated over to him. Jack felt like an idiot and didn't really fancy being taunted as well. But, to his surprise Michelle was quite worried about him.

"Jesus! Are you alright!?" She asked as she crouched down next to him.

"Twisted my ankle... Can you help me up?" Jack asked, moving his arm up for a hand.

Michelle nodded and helped him up. Wrapping an arm around his waist, Michelle and Jack steadily moved from the middle of the rink to the side they had got on from. They picked up their normal shoes while changing over, Jack however had opted not to put them back on and simply walked bare footed.

"If we can get to the break room, there's a medical kit there where we can patch my ankle up." Jack said, through gritted teeth. The pain still sharp in his ankle.

"Where's that?" Michelle asked as she helped him up from his sitting position.

"Just down there. Not far." Jack said, motioning to the corridor where he had walked from earlier. Michelle nodded and held him up, as they started to slowly move down the hall.

Jack and Michelle hobbled down the corridor to the break room. Jack looked in the room, and saw the medical kit. Hobbling over to the couch in the corner of the room, Jack hoisted himself onto the couch. Motioning over to the kit, Jack asked in a slow voice, trying to keep his voice calm and steady.

"Can you pass me the kit?" 

Michelle looked over at the kit and nodded. Running over, Michelle brought it over to Jack and unclipped the plastic hooks. Opening the kit, Michelle grabbed the bandage and looked at his bruised ankle.

"Can I get to it from here?" Michelle asked, her face twisting in confusion.

"No... I'm going to have to take my pants off. While I do that can you grab some ice? There should be some in the canteen. Three doors on the right from here." Jack said, as he unbuttoned the fly of his jeans as Michelle darted out of the room.

Taking a deep breath, Jack pressed his hands on the couch and pushed himself up. Doing an incredibly dumb move, Jack tried to take his pants off by himself. Tugging at the denim, Jack managed to knock his own supporting arm out and he fell to the floor with a crash.


Quitting Time: At The Ice Rink



"SHIT!" Jack shouted out, screaming in agony.

Running back in the room, Michelle had a bucket of ice and saw Jack on the floor, with his pants now around his ankles.

"Well that was clever!" Michelle scolded as she helped Jack back up to his feet and put him back on the couch. 

"Yeah thanks Mom!" Jack playfully shot back as he wrestled his pants off of his feet. 

"OK... So, how do I do this?" Michelle asked as she picked up the steel bucket filled to the halfway point with ice and chilled water. 

"You need to put it on for ten to fifteen minutes, then take it off. Put it on for another ten to fifteen minutes and take it off. Rinse and repeat." Jack said as he looked to the ceiling, biting his bottom lip in pain.

"OK, simple enough sweetie." Michelle said with a smile, Jack looked down at her and couldn't help but see the same celebrity he lusted after.

Looking down at his groin, he could see that he was getting the tell-tale signs of an erection. Typical. "Listen, thanks Michelle but I can take it from here." He stammered as Michelle proceeded to ignore him and press the ice against the sprained joint.

Jack shuddered at the cool substance pressing against his skin. Jack dragged his ass up on the bed and didn't realize that all this movement was making his boxers fly pop open. Jack gasped as his very hard, throbbing dick came into view. Michelle was busy pressing the ice up against the skin making sure to keep the ice close enough to the skin. 

Oh shit. This could be a problem. The head and several inches of his dick had emerged from his fly. Moving his arms from their resting place at his side, Jack put them both on his thighs and slowly started to move his hands a little closer each time. Eventually, Jack had his hands closer to his cock. Moving himself up the couch, Jack managed to slide his hand on his cock and tuck it away. With a quick hand movement, Jack had also buttoned his shorts back up again.

"So... You been at the rink for long?" Michelle asked as she rubbed the ice up against his skin for five minutes. Looking up at Jack, her eyes quickly darted back to the sprain, quick as a flash. Michelle saw his raging hard-on covered by his grey boxer shorts, even looking back at the sprain, Michelle could still see it out of the corner of her eye. 

Michelle was... For a lack of a better word... A nymphomaniac. Her body would feel on fire if she didn't get enough sex. While she had a vast array of cock to choose from on 'Gossip Girl' very few of them would deliver enough to keep Michelle satisfied. Jack may just have the power to do so. Unfortunately, Michelle was still at fault for the injury Jack had received, she was intent on healing the damage she had caused. Dabbing the ice down slowly, Michelle had a very wicked idea. 

Coming up to the first ten minute point, Michelle removed the ice from Jack's skin, putting her plan into action, Michelle tugged at her gloved hands and wrapped the ice up in the cloth she had picked up. Opening the cloth up, Michelle grabbed hold of the cube and quickly put it in her mouth and leaned in to the sprain. Biting the ice cube in her mouth, Michelle pressed the cube inside her mouth against his skin.

Jack shuddered and looked at the source of the sensation, looking down he could see Michelle looking at his large bulge. Michelle and Jack locked eyes, Michelle grinned and winked at Jack. Stammering, Jack realized what was going on and something inside him freaked out.

"OK, that should be enough thanks Michelle." Jack stuttered out as he reached for the ice bag to apply it himself. What happened next surprised Jack in a very nice manner.

Michelle, the ice cube still in her mouth, reached up and beat Jack to his dick. Taking the piece in her hand, Michelle started to slowly jerk the member. Bringing the piece to life, Michelle grinned as Jack groaned at the sensation. Bringing her lips away from the sprain, Michelle leaned over and spat the cube back into the bucket.

"Michelle... You really don't..." Jack stammered as Michelle stood up and walked a little closer to the bed. 

"Yeah... Yeah I do." Michelle said with a smile as she changed her hand from her right to her left. Michelle flashed a bright pearly smile as she leant in and kissed Jack on the lips. Pressing hers against his, Michelle moaned into Jack's mouth as he put his right arm around her neck and pulled her in deeper.

Michelle opened her mouth, pushing her tongue into Jack's mouth. Their tongues quickly shot to each other and playfully pressed against each other. Michelle moaned as Jack wrapped his tongue around her smaller tongue, sucking on it lightly. Michelle lightly squeezed on Jack's member, making him moan. The two broke the wet kiss to both gain some air and let Michelle focus on jerking him off.

Michelle tucked some of her hair behind her right ear, as she leant over Jack's waist and carried on jerking him. Michelle smiled happily and leant in closer to the dick and spat on his cock. The large globule hit Jack's dick's head and slowly started to run down the piece, Michelle quickly ran in all over Jack's dick as she carried on jerking him.

Michelle had been good with sizes and estimating them. Michelle could easily see that Jack was at least eight inches long with a couple of inches thick. She'd taken more in her body, but this would be more than satisfying for the both of them. 

Opening her mouth, Michelle brought her mouth down on Jack's cock and lightly started to suck on his dick's head. Pressing her lips down around the bottom of his bell end, Michelle started to flick her tongue against Jack's head. Her tongue bouncing over Jack's dick, Michelle smiled as Jack moaned aloud again. Michelle reached into Jack's boxers and pulled out his ball sac. Rubbing the testes in her hand, Michelle carried on sucking on Jack's head as she fondled the large balls.

Michelle's body started to get warm inside as her pussy started to get damp. Letting go of his ball sac, Michelle reached down to her jeans and unbuckled her pants. Reaching into her pants, Michelle tugged at her panties and pulled them to one side. Slipping a finger inside her folds, Michelle started to finger herself as she sucked on Jack's dick.

Rolling his head to the side, Jack could see the clock had ran to a quarter to nine and was time for more ice. As much as it pained him to stop the oral pleasure and stop the hot babe pleasuring him. Jack got a very clever idea and spoke up. "Michelle, I need some more ice. I can help you out there too."

Michelle opened her eyes and looked up at Jack, crooking an eyebrow. She regrettably pulled her lips off of his dick's head with an audible 'pop' noise. The starlet wrestled out of her jeans and kicked them to the floor. Michelle grinned and pulled off her panties and then grabbed some ice from the bucket.

"And how do you propose we do that Jack?" Michelle asked with a grin.

"How about you sit on my face and we sixty nine?" Jack asked with a wicked grin. 

"Well... I really get into giving oral. I don't think I'll be able to keep the ice still." Michelle said as she climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist.

"Well, I'll be happy to give, if I don't receive. Besides, I'm pretty sure I owe you one." Jack said with a grin. Michelle pretended to mull over the options and nodded her head.

"Sounds like a plan then!" Michelle then repositioned her self in a sixty nine position. Placing her warm pussy on Jack's face, Michelle lay down on Jack's chest to put the ice on his ankle.

Jack held Michelle by her thighs and brought his head up. Admiring the pussy in front of him, Jack smiled and then started to give Michelle her oral. Pressing his large tongue against her pussy, Jack delivered a quick stroke from the bottom of her pussy all the way to the tip.

Michelle's body was moving up and down in excitement as Jack continued his oral work. Taking a harder grip of Michelle's body, Jack lapped at Michelle's dripping cunt. Jack started to dart his tongue in and out of her pussy, Jack mimed fucking Michelle with his tongue making the cute brunette on top of him squirm with excitement.

Michelle moaned and let out a long groan. Feeling his tongue press against her lips, Michelle smiled as she focused on keeping the ice pressed against Jack's skin. Michelle closed her eyes slowly, her eyes dimmed in pleasure. Michelle took a deep breath before she let out a low pair of words. "Fuck me..."

Jack grinned and decided to change up his sensual attack. Jack removed his right hand from Michelle's thighs and down to Michelle's pussy. He slowly inserted a pair of his fairly beefy fingers into her pussy, lapping and sucking at the top where her clit was exposed. Jack smiled to himself, sucking on her clit made the penetration worlds easier. 

Arching her back, Michelle moaned, pleased at the fact that she had definitely picked a winner. Gasping in surprise, Michelle began to lose control of her hips. They started to roll around as Jack sucked and fingered her, she moaned again as he pushed his fingers in deeper. Her legs managed to part even more, allowing him even deeper penetration. 

Moaning softly, Jack fought to keep his mouth on her pussy, his neck was starting to ache from the angle of his attack. But, he fought through and was more than willing to take the pain to give her the pleasure. Savoring her heavenly taste as his tongue twirled around her hooded clit, he smiled as she moaned into the air. Keeping the ice pressed against his skin, Michelle groaned again, as his tongue slipped in and out of her wet pussy. 

His fingers were now slick with her juices and it was getting easier and easier to push in and out of her wet pussy, Jack changed his attack and pressed his lips up to her pussy. Jack formed a tight seal and started to suck on her pussy softly, her clit was trapped and made her arch her back again. 

"Oh fuck, Jack... Fuck!" She cried out, throwing her head up in the air, her brown hair shot through the air and lightly whipped against her top. Michelle started to cum, much to Jack's pleasure. Groaning loudly, Michelle slammed her head back down fighting to keep control of her hands, and in turn, the ice keeping Jack's ankle on the mend. Michelle took a few deep breathes as Jack's oral slowed to a halt.

Jack let his head fall to the bed's head allowing his neck some sweet relief for the previous oral. Scooping up some of her cum, Jack dragged his finger across her pussy and brought it up to his mouth. Sucking it clean, Jack smiled as Michelle brought her legs closer together. Looking over at the clock on the wall, Jack smiled to see that the fifteen minutes were up. 

"Michelle?" Jack asked lightly, almost like he was trying to wake her.

"Hnnh?" Michelle asked, bringing her head up from the its resting place on the couch.

"Fifteen minutes are up." Jack said with a smile, as Michelle looked over at the injured youngster.

"Oh... Oh Okay... Is your leg better now?" Michelle asked as she pulled herself up off of the bed and on to her feet. Taking the ice off, Michelle tossed it to the trash can and examined the injury. The swelling had definitely decreased, as Michelle and Jack looked at it.

"It may be best to wrap it up. There should be some bandages in the kit over there." Jack said as he motioned to the kit on the floor, next to his pants.

Michelle nodded and rummaged through the kit. Finding the roll of bandages, Michelle picked them up and walked over to Jack. "Have you ever done this before Jack?" Michelle asked as she looked up at Jack, sweat had formed on her brow from the oral sex session.

"Yeah, I did the first aid course here. OK, it's really simple. Open the bandages up and start the wrapping from the ball of the foot and slowly wrap it up to the calf." Jack said slowly as Michelle unwrapped the bandages and pressed it at the bottom of the foot.

Michelle nodded and started to slowly wrap the bandages around Jack's calf muscle. After she had finished, Michelle looked up at Jack and scrunched up her face. "Is that good?" 

Jack moved his leg slightly. "A little tighter please." Jack said, a sly grin on his face.

"Seriously?" This had been their banter style through the entire visit, and Michelle couldn't tell if he was being serious or not.

"Yeah, really." Jack said as he leant back on his arms.

Michelle tightened the bandages, Jack let out a sound of approval. Michelle proud of being a nurse for the evening, grabbed a pin and thread it through. Clipping the metal pin together, the bandage was held in a tight bind.

"So... Looks like I owe you one Jackie boy!" Michelle said with a grin as Jack had moved back ever so slightly on the couch. Jack looked at Michelle and crooked an eyebrow.

"Seriously? Michelle... I think we're done. You don't need to give me anything." Jack said, as Michelle climbed up on the couch.

"Yeah... Yeah I do." Michelle said with a grin. Running her hands through her hair, Michelle roughed up her hair making it look like she had just been fucked and was ready for more. Michelle took hold of her shirt and tugged at it from her waist, slowly peeling it off her body, Michelle tossed the shirt to the floor. Jack could now look at her lace encased chest letting his dick swell again.

Michelle moved her hands behind her back and unhooked the bra, throwing it to the floor, Michelle looked down at Jack, smiling as she did. She threw the discarded piece of underwear over her left shoulder and cooed lightly as Jack took her left tit in his mouth. Moaning lightly, she put her hand on the back of his head and held him as he sucked her tit.

Jack's hands roamed over her body, first holding her waist, keeping her still. But soon, they were running up and down her body, eventually getting to her tight ass. Cupping it firmly, he squeezed at it making his sex-pot lover moan, much to his delight.

Swapping over to her right breast, Jack brought up his left hand to paw at her free tit. Jack lightly bit her hard nipple and sucked on it, making Michelle moan even more. She was obviously quite freaky, just how he liked them. 

Jack always would go for the girl that had a bit of a kinky-ness vibe to them, whether it was a girl who loved anal. A girl who liked to watch herself get fucked, or a girl who liked to pretend to be a boy. Chances are Jack had dated them.

Michelle raised up off of Jack's lap ever so slightly and took hold of his large member. Rubbing it up and down her wet slit, Michelle opened her mouth in a silent gasp and sat down on Jack's cock. The long, stiff member invaded Michelle's tight love canal and pressed up against her cervix. 

Jack had broken his tight clamp around Michelle's breast and was now moaning almost in tune with the sex fiend on top of him. Michelle opened her eyes and looked down at him, her eyes burning with lust. They shared a quick nod of agreement and moved in for a kiss. Michelle wrapped her arms around Jack's neck as he wrapped his around her waist. Their lips pressed together and their tongues intertwined as Jack's hands roamed down to her tight ass.

As Jack squeezed her tight buns, Michelle moaned into the kiss as her hands tightened around his neck. Their bodies moved closer and closer as Michelle started to rise up and down on Jack's dick. Her pussy clung tightly to his member as Michelle and Jack broke their kiss.

Michelle placed her hands on the shoulders of Jack and started to push herself up off of Jack's dick. Moving herself up off of Jack's dick, all the way up to his head, Michelle thrust herself down, burying his shaft all the way inside her. Michelle and Jack moaned in unison as Michelle started to rise up and down again, making short rises and drops in quick motions.

Michelle threw her head back and started to moan louder and louder as she bounced on his cock. Jack leaned down towards Michelle's rack and sucked on her right breast, wrapping his right arm around her waist, Jack helped her bounce up and down on his dick. His left hand roamed up to her free breast and pawed roughly at the mound as his lips were wrapped tightly around her nipple.

Flicking his tongue against the hard nub in his mouth, Jack smiled at his good fortune. Michelle Tratchtenberg had his cock buried in her cunt and she was moaning to show her pleasure. Taking the free breast in hand, Jack's fingers danced up her flesh to the hard nub at the tip. Her nipple in his hand, Jack started to playfully tweak the other nub making Michelle moan even more.

One of Michelle's pleasure spots were obviously her breasts, Jack had decided as she bounced up and down on his dick. His cock was slick with her juices as she frantically pulled herself up off of his cock and then slammed herself down again. Swapping his mouth and hand over, Michelle moaned contently as her bouncing increased. 

Moving his right hand down Michelle's back, it lay above her ass for a few moments before Jack decided to try a bold new move. Pushing his right index finger into Michelle's ass hole, Jack slid the digit in to the knuckle. 

Michelle's eyes shot open from their previously half closed eyes, looking down at Jack who was still intently sucking on her nipple. Michelle was pleased that she had picked a winner as he slowly started to finger her asshole. Michelle groaned as she received a set of double penetration from the injured ice rink attendant.

Moaning again, Michelle took a deep breath and spoke to Jack softly. "More... More fingers..."

If Jack's smile could widen any more, it would've. Jack pulled his index finger out of her asshole and placed three fingers together and pressed them against her asshole again. Watching Michelle breath slowly as she slowed her bouncing so that he could fit in the fingers. Thrusting the fingers in and out of Michelle's ass, Jack smiled happily as she resumed her bouncing on his shaft. 

Michelle's eyes were now closed, as she breathed heavily, she was nearing another orgasm and the way Jack was breathing, she could tell he was too. Leaning forward, Michelle and Jack shared another passionate kiss, their tongues batting against each others as the smell of sex filled the air.

Taking a few more sharp bounces, Michelle broke the kiss and looked to the ceiling. Cursing lightly, Michelle moaned loudly and started to cum. Her pussy's walls tightened around Jack's shaft and her cum flooded onto his large knob. Managing to ride on through her orgasm, Michelle's grip tightened around his shoulders and pulled Jack closer to her.

Jack pulled his fingers out of Michelle's ass hole and placed both of his hands on her hips. Helping her bounce up and down, Jack's balls started to tighten as he inched closer to his orgasm. Lightly pecking Michelle's neck with kisses, Jack spoke softly. "Michelle, I'm going to cum..." 

Michelle's eyes opened slowly and she looked at him happily. "OK." Was all she said as she pushed herself off of Jack's large dick. Stepping off of the couch, Michelle dropped to her knees and gripped onto the base of his shaft. Michelle hovered above the dick's head and started to jerk him off. Jack moaned and looked to the sky as his cum started to bubble up in his nuts.

"Ah... Cumming!" Jack burst out as he shot several strings of cum into the air, Michelle eager to catch it, opened her mouth and caught the cum in her mouth. All shots landed in her mouth, while Michelle continued to keep jerking him off. Eventually, he had managed to stop cumming. Resting against the back of the couch, Jack caught his breath as Michelle swallowed his load. 

Jack looked down at Michelle as she leant back on her knees. Looking up at Jack, she flashed him a smile and climbed up onto the couch with him. Straddling his lap again, Michelle leant in and kissed Jack on the lips. Ignoring the bitter taste of his own cum, Jack happily reciprocated, cupping her ass cheeks with his hands.




Quitting Time: At The Ice Rink



Moaning happily, Michelle wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him in closer. Their naked bodies pressing against each other as they kissed. Michelle's phone whirred to life and beeped to signify a text message. Michelle broke the kiss and groaned, disappointed at the sound.

"That will be my agent. I'm going to have to go. You going to be OK with that leg now big guy?" Michelle asked, as she climbed off of Jack and started to dress.

"Yeah, I can manage. Besides the pain's barely there any more... But I've had my mind on something else for a while." Jack replied, a wide grin on his face.

Michelle laughed and pulled on her jeans. Opting not to put on her under wear, Michelle tossed them to Jack. "Well, since I can't promise I will be here again... Why don't you keep these?"

Jack caught them and looked over them in his hand. "Sure!"

Michelle laughed and walked to the door, Jack had started to tug on his pants as Michelle looked back at him. "Sure you're going to be OK?"

Jack smiled and nodded his head. "I'll be fine! Go, you'll miss your screening!"

Michelle smiled and blew him a kiss, and with that Michelle was gone. Jack grinned and leaned back into the couch. Tugging his jeans up, Jack zipped his pants up and managed to hobble up to his feet. Gripping hold of his shirt, Jack pulled it up over his arms and managed to dress himself.

Jack hobbled down the corridor and flipped the lights switch to turn them off. He continued to hobble down the corridor's flipping the lights off as he went. Reaching the main hall, Jack saw that the lights had already been switched off. Looking around, he saw another member of staff leaning against the hole's counter, still covered in darkness.

"Amy?" Jack said, trying to see who it was.

"Yeah... I came back to see if you needed any help... But... I saw you were OK... With the V.I.P..."

"Amy... Listen..." 

Amy took a few steps forward and Jack saw that she was completely naked. "Got any more for me?"

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