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Vibrator Jack

By: Egmont0409



CHAPTER 1

Whenever he was bored, young Jack Holt didn't do what most young guys in their late teens or early twenties did, which was to look for a babe to mount. Like his parents he thought such behavior was disgusting, but so much for ignorance. Mankind has come a long way since the invention of the wheel and television and of course there was the woman who discovered the recreational branch of sex to advance the human race toward whatever is the latest dire prophesy.

No instead of scratching around for casual sex Jack went to the library.

Same thing really. Many times he left the library with a scholarly female whose current focus was totally on banging Jack within the next few hours. That was very fortunate because it meant Jack learned first-hand the recreational side of sex. By associating with learned women geared to adhering to best practice he also found how to avoid the crossover mishap between recreational sex and reproductive sex and become an accidental father.

Usually parents teach their children such things but Jack's parents were too busy squabbling, working or over-indulging in church affairs to teach their four children much at all. But his three older sisters dutifully taught young Jack about body parts and combined to give him various sexual experiences, as most siblings tend to do. 

So Jack went to college where his reputation soared when it became clear he wanted nothing to do with sleazy sex practice, was knowledgeable about contraception and his sexual skills appeared incredibly well developed... er, as was Jack. The other guys couldn't understand why the best babes scrapped over who would date Jack Holt although to be fair an hour with Jack Holt in the female restroom couldn't really be called a date so it was doubtful the claim Jack had 486 'dates' in his first year at college was a valid record.

The promiscuous attitude of many young women at college had staggered Jack. They appeared proud of the bite scars on their breasts and apparently it was considered 'trendy' to have a vagina stretched into a permanent gape and likewise for its companion orifice. 

Right-thinking people would agree that Jack was entitled to have a hard attitude towards women who indulged in activities that led to over-abuse of their bodies. Jack was also left wondering that the good-looking females with great dispositions always bent over backwards to avoid abuse of their bodies. There had to be a message there.

Aged twenty-six, the clean-cut, square-jawed, raven-haired and lean (whew!) Jack Holt, LL.M, entered the moss-coated and weathered eroded building of Holt and Sampson Law, co-founded by his great-grandfather and his buddy. Jack was in awed at entering such a hallowed establishment to begin his first day of a hopefully illustrious career. 

"We don't open till 9:00," said the surly woman behind the reception desk, leaving Jack thinking she had to go.

"Where may I wait?"

"Out on the sidewalk," said the tough bitch. "Who do you think you are, little Lord Fauntleroy?"

"Oh Jack, you naughty boy, you didn't come home to stay with us before arriving here to start your career with us," gushed his mom Laudonia, managing partner of the firm.

"Oh hi mom," Jack said, kissing her.

The woman behind the desk looked on impassively, not a bit embarrassed. God she really would have to go, Jack thought as his mom brushed her hand across his crotch as if checking on development of his manhood since she'd last bathed him all those years ago.

His mom delayed her hand movement to give him a powerful squeeze. Jack jumped and wondered what the hell were they teaching women in church these days?

Three hours later Jack began interviewing the six candidates presented to be elevated from the word-processing department or the clerical pool to become his PA. Jack had decided to choose a good-looking babe with heavy breasts with enthusiasm for frolicking.

The candidates were short and fat or tall and skinny with what appeared to be concaved chests and with minimal educational qualifications. He interviewed them all and asked them to return to their stations and said if they didn't receive a call from him within four hours then not to expect a call. To his astonishment all appeared excited at the prospect they might be called.

Jack stormed down to HR and asked to see the manager Lizaveta. They'd met earlier when Jack had been introduced to heads of departments.

"Have you a complaint already?"

"Er no. That's an attractive necklace you're wearing Lizaveta."

"It was my grandmother's. She told me once she'd stolen it."

"Um it's lovely having a piece of jewelry with a colorful history."

"You are not too bad Mr Holt. Much better than your father, eh?"

"If you say so."

"And how diplomatic. Are you here to inspect my upper thighs like your father does?"

"Eh what? Oh no. Those six applicants sent to me for possible selection as my PA were entirely unsuitable. Uneducated and physically underdeveloped or overly developed."

Lizaveta stood and was bigger and four inches taller than Jack. She cracked her knuckles and said, "So you have something against women?"

"Of course not. But I desire a PA who can do much of my work for me. That requires an appropriate academic qualification and intelligence." 

Lizaveta sat down again. "Apart from attorneys and legal executives, the only other women like that in this building work in the staff café or are in my department."

"Oh."

"Pick one, anyone from my department. They will be more than competent."

Jack looked around and eliminated those women wearing glasses, thinking he didn't want a woman with weak eyes. He discounted the blondes because they were too common and discounted women with tiny breasts or over-sized breasts. That reduced the candidates to four."

"Tell me what degrees do..."

"And then Jack saw her. She wore glasses and had modest tits and was blonde. Although her stomach was rather rounded the wide hips suggested a wide ass her legs or what Jack could see of them looked great."

"That one."

Lizaveta put on her glasses to peer into the distance. "That's Drew who does our photo-copying and does everything none of us wants to do."

"Her file please."

Scottish-born Drew McDonald had worked three years in York, England, as a newly qualified legal executive and had immigrated and was now working to pass an exam to convert to a certificated legal assistant to become a paralegal. She was twenty-six, unmarried and played golf and women's soccer.

"What's she like?"

"I can't believe you are eyeing her Jack. Some of my people are supremely qualified to perform as your PA. Are you thinking sex as well as office assistance?"

He grinned and said, "For some reason I find myself unable to answer that question."

Lizaveta grinned and licked her lips. "You are clever and have great appeal Jack."

"Thank you Mrs Stanowski," Jack said, with a slight bow. "If she's interested please send her to me."

Jack walked off smiling thinking if Lizaveta hadn't been married and was twenty-something years younger she would have been a red-hot candidate.

A few minutes later Jack looked up to a gentle knock on his door and saw the chestnut-haired white-faced young woman with freckles. Many guys wouldn't like this freckles but he did; he thought they suggested innocence and to him Drew looked startlingly beautiful.

During the interview Jack dropped in a provocative question, "What is you attitude towards casual sex?"

"That is an improper question."

"Sorry. Then try this softer one, "Would you consider dating your boss."

"Mr Holt. I do not like the tone of this interview at all. Stick your job. For your information I have a very dear girlfriend."

Jack staggered to his feet in shame but she'd already departed.

Lizaveta called a few minutes later. "I gather you were unimpressive with your interview."

"I apologize for wasting your time."

"It's okay. You are going to be running this show one day so please remember how kind I was to you when you started here because one day management will be attempting to toss me out on my ass because I'll have white hair."

"I surely will sweetheart."

Lizaveta said did he want her pick from her department.

"Yes please. It will be someone with a concave chest won't it?"

The big-busted manager said sounding mystified, "What's a concaved chest?"

Jack was left half certain she was teasing but conceded a female of her shape would have no idea what a concaved chest was.

Myra arrived ten minutes later wheeling her trolley of personal effects. Jack figured that without a bra and standing her breasts would almost reach her thighs. However her smile was wonderful and she apparently had humor, "Lizaveta said I must work hard, accurately and with panache and to give you sex on the side if you ask for it. I assume my husband won't mind if I do that."

"What, work accurately and with panache?"

"Ohmigod, you have humor," she shrieked.

At that Jack knew he was really going to enjoy working with Mrs Myra Shadbolt.

Jack found in difficult going in his first three months. His mother organized all attorneys in the office to each give him one client. Some transferred as many as three. All were either difficult people or people with difficult cases or difficult people with difficult cases. Well, what else should he have expected? He made notes who to get even with everybody.

He joined clubs and worked Wednesday afternoons as a volunteer at the Community Law Center and gradually began winning his own clients. Then his big break came. His mother's oldest client came up on a careless driving charge, having run into a parked police car. His mom had been one of the backseat passengers, asleep at the time, so had been unable to help the police in their enquiries.

"I can't represent Sophie because if I did and the media learned I was in the car my name would be splash over newspaper and TV screens. Anyway there wasn't much damage to the police car because it had been parked in neutral without the handbrake on. The female cop suffered whiplash but she was probably bent over giving her sergeant his customary fellatio."

"Customary?"

"What other purpose would they have for allowing women into the police force?"

Jack represented the mayor's wife in her day in court. The media benches were full and TV crews were waiting outside for the shamed mayor's wife to exit.

The charge was read out and Sophie Phyllis Phillips confirmed her plea of not guilty. The prosecutor described it as an open and shut case and presented the facts briefly. At times Sophie looked at her young attorney in despair.

Jack then presented his case. "On behalf of my client she points out she was driving a Volvo S80 and not a Volvo S60 as the police allege and approached the stationery police car in a southerly direction and not a northerly direction as alleged so she wonders what other instance of mistaken identity and misinformation presented to the court does the police case involve?"

The judge said dryly, "Nevertheless Mrs Phillips was driving a Volvo car that hit the police vehicle in question and was properly being recorded as being the driver of the said vehicle."

"Yes Your Honor. Well Mrs Phillips was driving in a southerly direction when she served to avoid a squirrel."

"Just a moment Mr Holt."

The judge consulted with his stenographer, a court official and two security guards.

"In fairness to all Mr Holt I feel obliged to suggest the existence of squirrels in the CBD of this city is in question."

"I anticipated possible contestability on that submission Your Honor although was expecting it from the prosecution. I call as a witness Mr Evan Dickson Scott."

The director of the city's parks department gave evidence that squirrels were occasionally seen in the heart of the city center and produced five photographs taken over the past three weeks showing squirrels on the main street of the city, near where the damage to the police vehicle had taken place.

"I trust that clears up that important matter Your Honor," Jack said, earning a glare from the judge, who raised his spectacles to deliver it.

"Moving on, Mrs Phillips had no time to return to her traffic lane but claims that the hysterical squirrel was responsible for the collusion rather than any recklessness on her part."

"Hysterical squirrel?" smiled the judge. "Are we to receive evidence on that astonishing claim? Oh never mind. I'll hear the prosecution on that matter if the Assistant District Attorney chooses to raise it."

The courtroom boomed with laughter until the judge glared.

Jack said confidently, "Thank you Your Honor. Further, my client claims the slight injury to the off-duty policewoman in the police vehicle may have been partly her own fault because she may have been bent over the groin..."

"Enough Mr Holt," the judge said loudly. "Into my chamber please gentlemen."

The two attorneys returned to their places and Jack winked at his client. 

The judge entered and when seated said, "Urgent submissions have been made to me by the Assistant District Attorney. It is unclear to the prosecution whether or not the policewoman was on duty and it is possible she is married. You have something to say Mr Hartford?"

"Yes Your Honor. On behalf of the State I move this prosecution to lapse nolle prosequi."

"Your motion is ranted. The defendant is acquitted."

Jack turned and kissed his client who burst into tears. The media rushed them. Security officers shepherd everyone in the melee outside.

Jack, standing alongside Sophie Phillips, politely waited for TV lights to switch on and the interviewer to check her hair and neckline.

"Jacqi Fontaine from Channel 9 Mr Holt. I understand this is the first time you have represented anyone in court?"

"No as a senior at Law School I assisted defense counsel and defended some minor vagrants without assistance to gain practical experience."

"Well Mr Holt you appear to have stymied everyone here today. Exactly what does nolle prosequi mean?"

"Not to pursue."

"Okay but why did the District Attorney decide not to proceed?"

"That is a question you should ask the Assistant District Attorney."

"Do you have an opinion?"

"I do but it's an immodest one."

"I'm sure most people will forgive any immodesty, given the circumstances."

"Ah good choice of words Jacqi. This was a minor citation alleging reckless driving. But given the circumstances and the way the case was tipping in favor of the defendant the prosecution could see it spiraling out of control and could greatly embarrassing the Police Department if we had the hard evidence to support our allegation I was about to deliver. The prosecution decided it was time to quit."

"This is almost confusing. But first, was there a squirrel on the road that you client said she served to avoid?"

"My client insists there was."

"Now about her sleazy allegation that..."

"Jacqi, please withdraw that slanderous statement and apologize."

"I-I withdraw that statement. I was out of line and apologize to your client."

"Thank you Jacqi. My client instructed me to pursue the matter and I confirmed the policewoman's name and the fact that she was married but could not manage through discreet inquiry to establish whether she was on duty at the time of the impact."

"Mr Holt if there was impact, as you termed it, wasn't Mrs Phillips guilty?"

"The Court decided to allow the prosecution of my client to lapse. You must understand an acquittal does not imply whether a defendant is guilty or not guilty."

"Thank you Mr Holt. Mrs Phillips what is your comment about your acquittal?"

"I still cannot believe it. I was horrified when I saw how young Mr Holt was when he was assigned to defend me. But defend me he did, superbly He worked unbelievably well on my behalf. Of course Holt and Sampson Law has a big team of very good people." 

"Be that as it may, what was this sensational disclosure about to be made?"

"It concerned why the policewoman was leaning over the driver rather than sitting up straight and buckled in?"

"Ohmigod."

"That's all I wish to say. Thank you Jacqi. Everyone please let me through."

As a result of Mrs Phillip's comment repeated on radio news broadcasts and in newspapers, Jack would have not shortage of prospective clients wanting to sign up with him. However most were defendants waiting to appear on court on sexual perversions.

Jack arrived from dinner and was congratulated by his parents. They watched the six o'clock news on TV and the interview with Jack was the third item.

"Oh what a pretty lady," Jack's mom said in the way mothers do when they have an unmarried son still living at home.

"Yeah not bad," Jack yawned but not without interest.

Later the house phone went and Ruben, Jack's father came into where Jack and his mother were playing Scrabble and smirked, "Jacqi Fontaine wishes to speak to you Jack."

"Who's Jacqi...?"

His mom was now smirking. "The TV interviewer and has no 'u' in Jacqi. Please Jack, speak to her in your best voice."

"Hi Miss Slander er I mean Miss Fontaine."

"You smart fucker putting the boot into me like that. My editor rapped my knuckles and she refused to have that part alleging slander edited out and now it will be used as a teaching aid to all interns. Oh god, it's so embarrassing."

"Sorry but my client's reputation took priority over your feelings or job security."

"I know and I'm not calling to kick ass. I'm in a bar having a quiet drink I'd like you to join me."

"Okay but I can't leave for another ten minutes or so. My mom and I are playing Scrabble and I need to finish the game."

"You play Scrabble with your mom?"

"Yeah, don't sound incredulous. I'm a good boy."

"I bet. I'll wait so don't break your neck getting here," Jacqi said, giving Jack the name and address of the bar.

Jacqi held up her lips to be kissed. "So your mom won Scrabble again?"

"Yeah and a good guess."

"Oh it wasn't a guess. Women have larger vocabularies than men."

"So that's why she usually wins?" Jack said, looking at Jacqi in admiration. "You're very attractive."

"Cut ego-building excessiveness Jack. It's unnecessary on me."

"Bullshit."

She laughed and bought him a drink. Jack chose a single shot of Vodka over ice. She continued to nurse her Martini.

Jacqi began, "So you don't drink heavily."

"No."

"Do you date?"

"Frugally," said Jack.

"Oh that could be a good scoring Scrabble word. Is that dating men or woman?"

"That's for you to find out."

"Right I want you to take me to the media awards night at the end of the month."

"Okay."

"A sleepover is not part of the date."

"That's okay, not every woman fucks indiscriminately. My mother taught me that truism in my late teens."

Jacqi smiled and said, "I checked our database on my cell phone while waiting for you to arrive. Your mother is called the doyen of legal women in this city and in her prime was considered the top defense attorney in this city."

"It's what I've heard."

"And your father is placed in the top ten business law attorneys in this state."

"Yeah and because of that pedigree I was teased mercilessly at Law School and was expected to know everything but of course I didn't."

"But managed to top your class each year."

"Who told you that?"

"My informant is our database. Today's incredibly unusual successful defense has thrust you into our list of 'People to Watch'."

Jack sniffed. "Why aren't you out trying to find the name of the female cop and interview her?"

"Because our hot-shots are assigned to that. I've done my eight hours. We are not permitted to work more than eight hours each day unless for emergencies. Tell me her name Jack."

"No."

"Why not?"


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"Because public identify could cost the woman her marriage."

"We'll find out."

"I wouldn't count on it. Police won't welcome the adverse publicity so will close ranks so tightly that even cops with a slight bent towards picking up media dollars could decide to keep their mouths shut."

Jack then looked at Jacqi through narrowed eyes. "Are you interviewing me?"

"No."

"Are you recording me?"

"No."

"Will you use anything of this private conversation without my prior approval?"

"No."

Enough of the ice had melted to allow Jack to take his first diluted sip of the Vodka.

"I don't think having an affair will you would be a good idea."

Jacqi colored but said nothing.

"There are times when an attorney must protect a client at all costs and me being seen intimately associating with the enemy such as a TV journalist could compromise my credibility no matter how careful you were not to cross boundaries."

"You have a big opinion of yourself thinking I'd seek to have an affair with you."

"Fair enough but answer this: Have you thought about it?"

Caught off guard Jacqi couldn't hide her flaming face that was quite obvious even in the dim lighting.

Jack gulped down his drink and said he better go. May I buy you a drink?"

"Yes, providing you stay while I drink it and I warn you I'm a slow drinker."

"Okay, my mom allows me to stay out late."

Jack ordered the change of drink to brandy, lime and lemon squash topped with soda and Jacqi said, "You are quite a guy, polite and a tease and with humor. Many guys have the tease and humor bits but are not polite."

"All guys are what you see providing you look carefully."

"Oh on to a philosophical discussion are we? How interesting." 

An hour later Jack stood to go. Jacqi finished her drink and walked out with him.

"Thanks for asking me to join you," he purred. "I really enjoyed your company. You're a lovely woman."

"Why thank you sir. Can we become friends and meet occasionally?"

"Occasionally is fine," Jack said, kissing her goodnight. "What is your bra size?"

"I'm 34C. Are you intending to buy me a bra?"

"No, I'd like to think of you at times, like when driving home tonight."

"Well I bath it each evening if that information is any use to you," Jacqi giggled and kissed him.

They'd moved off on their separate ways when Jacqi called, "Then the media night is off?"

Jack turned and replied, "No, I'll take you. Give me a call to remind me."

"But you'll be noticed by media people who think creatively about people they see teamed up for the first time."

"Pam Cross of the 'Times' has asked me out a couple of times so I'll date her once and that ought to confused speculation and Shona Wright wants me as a guest on her radio show 'The New Professionals' and I'll date her and confuse you media guys even further."

"Will you, er you know, when with those two women?"

"I tend not to do it until on the third date at the earliest and then plan to keep my powder dry if it's a media person."

"Good boy. Save it for me."

God she's drunk, Jack thought and turned to see if Jacqi fell into her cab but she seemed okay.

* * *

Divorcee Shona Wright pulled Jack by the arm out on to the deck to admire the view. Jack never saw much to admire in city lights knowing the despair, squalor and decay hidden beneath that excessive illumination.

Shona had been pleased with her interview with him and had said on air the way he admired his parents and spoke so well of them. He'd said well they were great role models for him. 

They'd gone from the studio to a bar packed with media people and their entry together caused some surprise, judging at the way conversation noise fell away. After an hour Shona had whispered, "Come to my apartment; I have something to show you."

He'd grinned and said oh yeah and she replied by rolling her tongue across her top lip.

Jack knew being hauled out to view the lights was because Shona was in seduction mode. And yes, her hand went under his jacket and brushed a nipple so he did what was expected of him and said, "Are you cold?"

"Not if you hold me."

"Ooooh. God you are hard Jack, um I mean your torso. You must work out a great deal."

"Not too much because it can begin to takeover if you go too hard at it. Six hours max in the gym each week and four hour's rowing a week. That's my lot."

"Jack," Shona said huskily, "Does working out, you know, body presses and that sort of thing, provide a good base for when you have sex?" 

At that her hand ran over his half-erect cock.

Jack did what he believed she wanted him to do and grabbed a tit and squeezed, wishing he was with Jacqi."

"Oh darling, what a friendly way to lay a hand on me. Do you mind if I unzip you?"

"Um, it's a big chilly out here. Let's go to the bedroom."

"Oooh, what a lovely idea."

Shona was worth cultivating because apart from five or six sports commentator and a female shopping reporter, she was the biggest name in local radio. She reputedly didn't put it about but she was now.

"When we were at school together I always wanted you to fuck me," Shona said, pulling out Jack's cock and licking it.

"We were too young in those days."

Shona said she wasn't and Jack laughed and said they were the same age and by the way she looked at him, now with some of his cock in her mouth, Jack knew she stood by her statement.

Although Shona carried modest surplus weight and was almost forty she was surprisingly energetic and as Jack slipped his cum-dripping cock into her she slammed back at him and they kept up the tempo, turning it into a real bang, both of them making a lot of noise until they both had gushed.

"Stay the night." Shona yawned.

"Nah, you've got what you wanted and so I'm off. Actually it was a great fuck Shona. You are good enough to consider marrying again but this time choose a subservient guy with a dick to please."

Shona yawned again. "Fuck off. The door locks automatically. That was a good interview and surprisingly I found you really good in bed."

A week before he was due to accompany Jacqi to the media event, if that date was still a goer, Jack dated 'Times' reporter Pam Cross and ended up in the same bar, conscious everyone was looking at them because Pam spent half the time with a bared boob hanging out of her stupid cocktail dress. Eventually Jack gave up telling her it was out and then later stopped pushing it back.

They left the bar and he expected Pam, who'd been married three times and was on the hunt for her fourth guy to enrich her through divorce, would have suggested they go to his or her apartment. But no as they drove off in Jack's mother's car she said, "Take me down to the riverside and fuck me on the back seat. I haven't had a car fuck for perhaps a decade."

An unusual request but who was Jack to argue? He'd seen her pop a couple of pills and thought they'd be to allow her to experience fireworks when having sex. He was interest to see what the result would be. Hopefully he wouldn't need to rush her to hospital.

They parked where she suggested and he removed his jacket standing out in the chill and tossed it on to the front seat. Pam removed her dress and was instantly nude apart from her watch, stay up stockings and shoes because she hadn't been wearing anything else.

Jack hadn't had a backseat fuck since the mindless period between finishing high school and starting college. That was when he found the truth about scholarly women, who usually wore glasses, who went to libraries to fill their mind. They waited until they suffered intellectual overload and then knew the quickest way to reset their mind was to have sex. He recalled it was an uncomfortable place in which to have sex and this time with Pam had that confirmed.

"It's more comfortable to start off sitting," Pam suggested. 

Hello, a backseat veteran.

Later he almost suffered PE (premature ejaculation) when finding her rather large he sneaked in a third finger.

"Oh you like fingering. I have a latex glove in my handbag if you wish to fist me?"

With the vision of his arm being taking up to the armpit by a huge sucking cunt Jack had to visualize being given eight hours in the slammer by a judge who didn't appreciate Jack's wit and declared him to be in contempt and gave his eight hours in the cell and thirty-eight lashes across the buttocks.

Crisis over.

"Well?"

"No thanks Pam I'll just do my best rattling around inside you."

"Ohmigod," she screamed. "I'm cumming. Jack you are so devilishly sexy."

Huh?

She had a concaved chest so in the end there was not much to interest him and he only got off when she jammed her dry thumb into his posterior. Oh flip; he felt he'd shot a gallon into her and would be legless. He'd need to rest. But no, Pam leaned over him and said, eyes huge and bulging, "That was pretty good. Now my turn."

Drugged up she rode him cowgirl, often slipping and crashing against the back of the front seat, each time almost tearing his cock off by the roots. Not only that but she was screaming depravities, perhaps the most genteel one being, "Drive your head up my ass and moo."

By the time she'd finished with him Jack was almost a hospital case. He didn't go into work next day until early afternoon.

Myra his PA rushed over with coffee. "Oh Jack you poor darling. She wrapped her huge tits around his head, hugging him. That was the last kind of treatment Jack required so he pushed her away gently.

"I know what the problem is," Myra said confidently. "Allison from accounts saw you in a swinger's bar last night with that reporter from the 'Times' Pam Cross who excessively pops party pills and drains almost all liquids from the guy she plunders that night."

"W-will I need a b-blood transfusion."

"No Jack but hand back that coffee. I need you to drink water. Gallons of water."

CHAPTER 2

Reading the social pages of 'Times on Sunday' Jack's mom yelled, 'You dirty little swine'. Jack stirred his grits waiting for a guilty look to appear on the face of his father.

"Just look at you Jack. Oh god what will your grandmothers think?"

"That I'm turning into the successful attorney they expect of me?"

"No you mother-fucker," his mom yelled wrathfully, making Jack wonder if she knew the meaning of that phrase. She thrust the newspaper under his nose.

Jack smiled and lost his smile, looking at the photograph. It showed him with his mouth slack placing a peanut up his left nostril and looking cross-eyed while Pam Cross eyed him decorously but with her right breast saved from falling completely out by the nipple caught by the seam of her dress. The caption read, 'Our award-winning 'Times' reporter Pam Cross at a swinger's bar frequented by the rich and famous wondering if hot-shot young unmarried attorney Jack Holt will last the distance, this being only twenty minutes into their date. Mrs Cross is proud of her reputation as being too much for most men.' 

"How dare they," screamed his mom. "Sue them Jack. Oh god no woman will go near you now Jack and this will cost you clients. Oh what a fucking disaster. Did you have sex with that bitch?"

"No of course not," Jack lied.

"Calm down Laudonia," urged his father. "Your Latin temperament is getting the better of you. Not all clients want gentle, respectable attorneys like you with your impeccable taste and huge sense of decorum. No, younger women, particularly moneyed and licentious ones, seek to be represented by a right-wing practitioner, particular if he's handsome like our Jack."

"Are you sure Ruben?"

"Yes darling," Jack's father lied, having no idea really. Business law was not about emotions.

"Oh Jack darling. I misjudged you," said his mom kissing the top of his dead. "I didn't realize you were out to being seen by the ugly bitch to promote your business."

"Thanks mom. It er was just something I knew I had to do. Actually it's a bit of a handful."

"Well just continue being a good boy please. Now what should we do today guys? It's raining. Shall we go to a movie?"

"I'll choose," said Jack.

His father said no he'd choose."

"Oh thank you boys for being so enthusiastic but I've already chosen."

Both men sighed.

On Monday Jack arrived at the office at 10:00 ahead of his first appointment in half an hour and with no paperwork to catch up on. His PA was so damn efficient.

"Bad news Jack," said Myra. "Two of your male clients have asked to be transferred to other attorneys in our office and two more will take their business to other firms. But I'll believe we can counter that. I've already taken thirty calls from what are probably young swingers wishing to sign up with you plus four of your mother's elderly female clients have requested a transfer to you and one of your father's clients wishes to do the same. It may be appropriate for you to leave home Jack in taking business off your parents. You could stay with me for a week if you wish. Peter is in Europe at the moment."

"Nah but thanks Myra. Mom will go crazy because she'd ego driven but she'll calm, eventually. Both will be relieved to have some of their workload transferred to me."

Jacqi called and sounded breathless. "My parents don't want you to date me. They are appalled."

Jack's heart sank. "And you?"

"God no. I'll be thrilled to date the man who's survived a night with Pam Cross."

"Er it wasn't all night. It was three hours on the back seat of my mom's car."

"That doesn't matter. Two of Pam's husbands died of heart seizures having sex with her and there's reputedly a long line of disabled or dead victims in her wake."

"That's bullshit and you know it Jacqi."

"Well perhaps I am exaggerating a little, er rather a lot. But if you were seeking a reputation buddy I can advise you've got it. I would have preferred you winning that reputation in your law work but that's just me, a little old fashion. Just how big is your dick Jack?"

"Jacqi!"

"Oh sorry. How thoughtless of me. I became carried away. Well pick me up Saturday at 7:15. For some reason I don't understand I've be asked to enter when most people have been seated."

"Perhaps you are up for a major award?"

"Yes I wondered about that. I'll be in the foyer of our home and will run out. I don't wish my parents to savage you and spoil our evening."

"Er what does your dad do?"

"He calls himself a captain of industry. He's listed as a professional company director. Mom is a lay minister in our church."

Jack sweated. He asked for the address and said he'd see Jacqi on Saturday. He said he'd purchased a tuxedo for professional events. "This will be my first wear."

"And I have a new dress. We should look great together."

"You are very beautiful Jacqi."

"Oooh thank you Jack. Bye."

* * *

Jacqi absentmindedly attempted to tug a nipple through her dress, thinking of Jack. God she'd love to screw him but he appeared to have a fixation on media bitches that were so sex-crazed they fucked street poles to boost their reputations. Well perhaps that was a little unfair. She enjoyed exaggerating now that she had to concentrate on being restrained and accurate working as a reporter.

Thinking about Jack excited her. And that wasn't because it had been more than six weeks since she'd last had sex. She knew of all the guys she'd dated or had been within reach Jack had the most appeal. Husband material? Oh yes but she'd first have to find someway to get her mom to like Jack. With her mom yelling Jack was a serial seducer suggesting difficulties lay ahead. There were so many things about Jack that appealed. For a start he was charming. God how far and away did a girl have to go these days to find a charming young guy? He had plenty of hair, wide shoulders and a compact tight butt. God, with his good looks he was pinup material. But above all he appeared to genuinely like her.

Oh Jack, Jacqi murmured, circling a hand over her abdomen. Unable to resist she pulled open her bottom draw beside her bed and pulled out her dildo. She thought perhaps she ought to buy a vibrator and jazz up her solo sex life a tad. 

* * *

Jack pulled the handle beside the impressive front doors of the imposing house at the exclusive address. The housekeeper answered. At least Jack thought it would be the housekeeper dressed like that. Either that or Mrs Fontaine dressed in a French maid's uniform to have sex with callers.

"Yes?"

"I'm Jack Holt."

"Yes?"

"I'm Jacqi's date for tonight."

"Oh you're the guy working his way through the media women of this city?"

"Um."

"Come in. I'll tell Mrs Fontaine you are here."

"Thank you."

A severe-looking but elegantly dressed woman came through a door on Jack's left. "You have a nerve Mr Holt."

"Why is that Mrs Fontaine?"

"Well at least you can pronounce my surname with flair. Do you speak French?"

"Yes."

"Well that's one surprise even though I'd given my youngest daughter some credit that she wouldn't have run headstrong into the arms of a serial social seducer."

"Whatever you say Mrs Fontaine."

"Oh my how disarming. Come through and meet Charles. We had been told that there was no chance of being allowed to look you over. I gather that picture in the 'Sunday Times' of you is not your usual profile?"

"That would be correct. My mother went bananas over me for looking like a moron.

"Well mothers have incisive judgment Mr Holt. Charles dear, this is Mr Holt who has voluntarily decided to come in and meet us, I guess to assure he's an artful seducer with a conscience despite his growing reputation."

"Young man do you take after your mother or father?"

"After my mom for looks I'd say with conviction sir and for her ability to seduce, er in her manner of captivating people, especially to recover last ground. But I have my father's compact statue, his coolness under pressure and his ability to cut to the kernel, in the legal sense of speaking."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Absolutely."

"I know them both, intimately, although not in the sense intimately is being used about you in your recent unfortunate pairings. Please sit and name your drink."

"Charles, but you..."

"This boy has won the looming battle before we drew out our knives dear. Please ring for Sara and assist to entertain our guest."

"But never have you capitulated so..."

"Rest easy Louise. I believe in time we shall be nothing less than delightfully impressed by Mr Holt."

"Sir, ma'am. Please call me Jack."

A very civil exchange between the three people followed and then the doors flew open. Jacqi, her face dark, demanded, "What are you doing in here?"

"Hi Jacqi, you look gorgeous. Love the dress and your angry face makes you look even more attractive. Please allow me to call a cab."

Jacqi walked into the room appearing ready to kick butt and then saw her parents appeared perfectly relaxed.

"A cab is entering this street now. We must go because we are late. Thank you for your hospitality Louise," Jack said, not touching her and performed an almost-landing butterfly kiss on both cheeks and he placed a hand on Charles's shoulder and said, "Thank you for not giving me a hard time in respect of dating your lovely baby daughter Charles."

Charles winked.

Jacqi looked at her parents as if they were strangers.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Jack said, stopping just short of Jacqi and waving his hand in an arc and looking back to her parents.

Jacqi couldn't believe her parents' reaction. Her father beamed and her mother clapped her hands and unleashed a staccato in French, too fast for Jacqi to really comprehend and she heard Jack reply in an equally rapid riposte in French that made her mother laugh and wave her hand at him in friendly dismissal. Ohmigod, what was happening here?

"What was that all about?" she said and was told it was nothing. It appeared her parents had simply decided to take him at face value and ignore rumors and innuendoes.




Vibrator Jack



"Well I do."

"Thank god for that. I prefer a woman who thinks soundly."

In the cab Jacqi was appalled that in a single hand thrust Jack was able to determine she was without panties. God he wasn't suppose to find out that until later, very much later. God what a seducer!

"What award are you up for?

"What?" she asked stupidly, her mind apparently closed down.

He grinned and moved a finger right against it and she automatically opened her legs.

"Ohmigod," she yelled, and snapped her legs together.

The cab driver asked, "Are you okay miss?"

"Um yes thank you. I-I er just remembered I'd forgotten condoms."

"They have them in coin-operated dispenser machines at the Events Center miss."

"Oh thank you. What immense relief."

She turned to Jack and his face was a picture due to suppressed laughter. He then placed a finger under her nose and she could smell herself. Oh god, was she caught in a nightmare?

"Three actually."

For the first time she was aware of Jack appeared to be nonplussed. She enjoyed that little victory. "You had asked how many categories were I a finalist in."

"Oh thanks," he said, and sniffed that finger.

Jacqi felt faint in embarrassment.

They entered the arena behind three couples Jacqi easily identified through her associations as a news reporter. They were the president of the Chamber of Commerce and his wife, the Mayor and her husband and the Lieutenant Governor and his wife. To her astonishment the waiting TV and press cameras focused not on the VIPs and not on her. 

"Mr Holt, please adopt a sexy pose with Miss Fontaine."

"Mr Holt, how have you managed to attract Miss Fontaine. She is reputedly an ice-maiden."

"Mr Holt..."

"Guys I scarcely know Miss Fontaine. I met her in a sleazy bar and asked her for a date and she suggested tonight. Please don't ask how good she is at sex? We haven't even really kissed yet."

"Kiss her, pose in a kiss," one of the cameramen urged, none of them really realizing that all this was being relayed through the arena sound system because the official greetings official had her microphone switched on ready to greet the official party but she'd been pushed away by the surge of media people."

"Jacqi may I kiss you?"

"Yes Jack. Kissing you for the first time doesn't automatically classify me as a slut."

The noise in the arena fell and then boomed in a huge wave of laughter.

"Ohmigod, my microphone is on," said the embarrassed greeter.

"It doesn't matter ma'am," said Jack nobly. "A little notoriety will assist Jacqi Fontaine in her distinguished career as a reporter on TV 9."

"Oh god," Jacqi sighed, and went into a clinch and kiss, giving the media what they wanted. 

They had a great time and were on a lively table. Towards the end of dinner a drunk women leaned across the table and said in a very loud voice for everyone on the table to hear, "Well Mr Smart Attorney, could you tell we women married to unappreciative husbands what they can expect if we decide to divorce them?"

"That's easy Kitty. It applies on both sides and can be summed up in one word."

Everyone leaned forward and some people on adjoining tables turned and practically cupped their ears.

"Pain," Jack said solemnly and most people rolled around in laughter.

The tedious presentation of awards began with the winners and runners-up invariably lying through their teeth and declaring, "This is a complete surprise."

Jack whispered to Jacqi, "If you are called up say something arrestingly original. People remember if you do and people who succeed in your business are top personalities."

"I can't think of anything original," Jacqi moaned and was told it would drop out of her mouth is she put her brain into gear.

Jacqi was called as runner-up in the category of 'Most bizarre news interview."

"Jacqi went to interview visiting British film star Dame Margaret Mew who unfortunately was unavailable so she interviewed one of Dame Margaret's minders who said Dame Margaret had been seized by dysentery. They had this hilarious discourse about dysentery and how it can come on unexpectedly."

The presenter then showed the clip had had everyone in fits of laughter.

"I wish to thank everyone who assisted me," Jacqi said. "I arrived back late with the tape and the news producer called my interview crap. Unfortunately for him his instruction to can it led to the wrong clip being canned and it ran. For that I thank my script supervisor Darryl Watts for having the grace after his humiliation to press for this clip to be entered in the annual awards."

Jacqi was called again for winner of the most inappropriate lucky-to-screen clip award. It was run without the 'Bleep' and the clipped showed Jacqi attempting to shut the guy up but he continued on monotonously in monotone. At the end of the clip Jacqi was shown ripping at her hair and yelling, "Will you shut the fuck up!" and looking ready to murder the guy.

She accepted the award in good humor. "Thank you. I have something to decorate my toilet. Sorry everyone. I'm a discredit to my profession. As you can see right at the end I was having a bad hair day."

Women and some men in the know about females who have bad hair days laughed and applauded Jacqi generously.

Jack patted her backside as Jacqi returned to the table and said, "good one."

They stayed on partying and then Jack took her home. In the foyer of the house he said, "Well this is good night." 

They kissed and Jack pressed in hard against her, gripping both of her as cheeks and she gave a couple of hip sways to pull her groin over his boner but then Jack said, "That was a memorable evening, really great and you were immaculate company."

Jacqi looked stunned when Jack pulled away and began leaving.

"But... but aren't we going to... you know?"

"Just call me one day Jacqi when you need a lawyer. It's best you are not seen with me right now because you're building your career."

"Jack, you can't leave me like this," Jacqi wailed desperately and began crying when Jack waved again and went out, opening the unlocked side of the double front doors and closing it softly as he departed. Jack felt a real heel but he'd made his choice. Jacqi's career was on the move and she should concentrate on that rather than him... or any other guy for that matter. He had a good idea Jacqi would come back to him.

Jack's mom appeared as he unlocked the side door after garaging her car.

"Coffee?"

"Thanks mom."

"We watched the awards on TV. It was pretty so-so."

"Yeah?"

"But this piece of media fluff you were dating was a better class of young woman for you."

"Yeah."

"Meaning?"

"She's a better class of young woman than those currently associating with me. So that's why it's over before it starts. She has talent mom and won't learn to fly with me hanging round her with the type of media attention I'm attracting."

"But Jack you're really not walking the wild side. You should..."

"No mom. Do you mean to be showing your tits to me like that?"

"Oh no," Laudonia yelped, unable to believe her gown had gaped open unnoticed. She checked; it hadn't.

"God Jack, you are such a tease. That lovely women is better off without you."

Oh god, Laudonia said muttered as she glimpsed Jack's face as he turned from her. I hope you know what you're doing."

Brushing his teeth Jack thought his mom had helped pushing him like that, forcing him to really think about Jacqi. He really didn't want to lose her. As he climbed into bed it came to him: he'd call her every Wednesday just to stay in touch. He wanted her to keep thinking a little about him, just a little.

* * *

Jack and Myra were busy with more than two hundred approaches from people wishing to become clients. Jack instructed Myra to send out new client applications to each of them with a covering letter their application would be assessed and Jack would decide whether he could represent them. Applicants who fitted his 'business profile' would be invited in for a personal discussion. The term 'business profile was meant to be decidedly obscure.

A couple of days later Jack was eating in the firm's café which he did occasionally to lunch with other attorneys when a sad-faced woman who worked as an Estate Planning legal consultant came up and said "Hi Jack, may I join you?"

"Yeah sure, please sit," he said standing, wiping imaginary or real breadcrumbs from his mouth. He was eating Spanish soup and two bread rolls. He had recognized the face and remembered what she did but not her name. He'd been introduced to 136 attorneys and main support staff and his memory wasn't infallible. So he guessed, "It's Regina isn't it?"

"No she's in Interstate Issues. I'm Sally Sinclair. May we chat personally and confidentially about nothing to do with law?"

"Yeah of course."

"My husband left me three months ago..."

"Whoa Sally. I thought you said this has nothing to do with law?"

"That's correct. Harry Struthers is handling my divorce application. So it's been weeks and weeks since I've been in male company and I miss it terribly. I'm asking may I take you to a movie of your choice? We don't have to commit to dinner or anything else."

"Sure."

"Excuse me but aren't you going to ply me with questions?"

"What to satisfy myself you are a suitable person to accompany me to a movie? We don't have to be licensed to do that, as you should know, and with 'no blame' divorce in this state I can't be implicated in your divorce."

"Oh my embarrassment in approaching you for a date has clouded my thinking. It's just you answer flew at me, catching me by surprise. I know I had legal training to equip me to handle that but..."

"Sally enough of the semantics and apologies. If I asked you for a date would you have been nonplused like you are now?"

"No of course not."

"Then why can't women get it into their heads, the Berlin Wall is down, the self-appointed Moral Police have been forced underground and women are free to ask men for a date?"

"Um we are the weaker sex?"

"No it's because it will take a radical mind shift to pull the female sex out of centuries of suppression. But let's go to a movie and then to dinner and by then we ought to know if we like one another enough to have sex."

"Sex?"

"This is what this is about isn't it?"

Blonde Sally with incredibly light blue eyes, an ample chest and lips that curled out slightly, suggesting they could be put to good purpose, blushed and nodded.

"Great. You now know I know and I know you know I know so, phew, let's relax about this eh? You have caught me at exactly the right time. Please oh please don't talk to anyone in the office about this. If we are seen together then too bad. I just want you to talk to no one about this, even if my mother calls you in for a lovely wee chat."

"Your mother, oh god. We are scared of her."

"That's just the bullshit associated with position of power Sally. If she asks simply say circumstances mean you are not in the position to answer."

"God she'd chew my head off if I said that."

"Well I don't think she'd ask you that question Sally, I was using it as an example of dealing with anyone."

"Under the circumstances I'm not in the position to answer that question/allegation or respond to this inquisition."

"Good girl. So will you promise to say nothing to anyone?"

"Yes."

"And likewise I promise to say nothing to anyone about any association with you. So it's the movies then?"

"Yes. I can't believe I've got this far with you. Everything inside me was screaming don't approach him Sally."

"Well I'm glad you had the guts to ignore that negativism. I must go. I appreciated talking to you."

Jack then really lowered his voice said, "You appear very fuckable Sally; believe me."

Sally clutched above her bosom and breathed, "Ohmigod."

* * *

Jack entered and looked around Sally's apartment and said it was well laid-out, roomy and beautifully kept.

"Thanks," Sally said, returning with two white wines. "I loved the movie but thought the restaurant meal was crap."

"Here's something my father taught me and I generally adhere to it. If you want fish choose a reputable fish restaurant. Otherwise choose steak and send it back to the kitchen if it's unsatisfactory."

"That's good advice. So are we really going to have sex?"

"Pull out your tits for me Sally. They look to be a couple of beauties."

"Um shouldn't we go to the bedroom first?"

"Forget the bedroom Sally. Let's have the first one over the dining table."

Eyes huge, Sally began unbundling her breasts. 

That made Jack's eyes open wide and from that point he allowed Sally to call the shots.

Four hours he was running on empty on the cab ride home. Oh boy, was Sally so happy with him.

On Wednesday Jack called Jacqi.

"Oh hi, I didn't expect to hear from you again."

"Wrong I plan to call you every Wednesday to check on how you're going and to avoid you forgetting me."

"Is this remote way of staying in touch worthwhile?"

"It depends on attitudes. You'll find out next Wednesday."

"Find out what?"

"You'll tell me if you find out."

They chatted and when Jack had to go Jacqi asked how did he get her private phone number.

"From your mother. She said she was astonished I'd dropped you because she'd thought I appeared to be so keen about you. I said have patience Louise, just watch this space."

"Oh yeah? Dad and I can't believe you call mother Louise. We can't recall any guy under forty calling her by her first name."

"Why be in awe of her just because she has big shoulders and stands I guess six-two. Approximately 65% of the human body is water, give or take a bit, so all of us are the same to that extent."

"What a refreshing way of looking at people. I dislike that usual putdown that we all sit to crap."

They laughed and said goodbye. Only then did Jack remember he'd forgotten the purpose of his call... to ask Jacqi how she was doing.

The following Wednesday when he called just before midnight Jacqi said she was in bed reading. "I've been waiting for your call ever since breakfast time this morning."

Jack remained silent.

"Ohmigod, you clever asshole. That's what you told me last Wednesday when you said if I knew I'd tell you. I've told you I was waiting all day for your call."

"You're not just a pretty face are you Jacqi?"

"Couldn't you say Jacqi darling."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because it's my choice to stand off like this. If I call you darling it's like branding you and I want you retaining your freedom to have any guy you wish."

Jacqi burst into tears and said he was making it so difficult for her.

"Cut the crap Jacqi. You wish to make it to the top as a frontline TV reporter so I'm sorry but tears are not for you. For you it's kick ass or call people assholes... well be discriminating about that otherwise you could land in trouble. How are you doing Jacqi?"

"I'm missing you terribly."

Jack laughed teasingly. "We only went out the once."

"But you exhibited such huge potential. I'm fretting and mommy told me she can see it in my face when I denied I was fretting."

"Well use a marking pen and write my name on one of your dildos or vibrators."

"God Jack, you can't talk to me like that?"

"Oh my apologies Jacqi. What is your next rule?"

"I don't want to bind you with rules. Just keep calling me Wednesdays. Good night my man. I'm off to write a name on something."

Jack switched off his phone and grinned, wondering if she would talk to the device by name. That thought rather appealed to him.

* * *

Monotonously whenever Jack and his parents were together with drinks and watching the news at 6:00 him mom would say, "Oh Jack isn't she lovely" as Jacqi came on screen.

Jacqi was presenting the lead local item more frequently and as she'd told him during a weekly phone call her assignments were becoming increasingly important. On this particular night as Jacqi was completing a voice-over she signed off and added, "Awesome gift thanks Jack."

"What did Jacqi say?" his mom said, sitting up straight.

Jack said, "She took a big risk delivering me a personal message but would not have acted recklessly. She must have won the approval of her producer. She'd know to do that."

"But broadcasting transmission rules forbid..."

"She'd taken a huge risk mom. Leave it. If she'd dismissed I'll fight for her reinstatement."

"God you two are irresponsible. What was the gift?"

"It's her birthday today so I sent her a trinket."

"Jack how can a gift described by a discerning woman as awesome be a trinket?"

"Mom please leave it. I'm calling it an undefined trinket. End of conversation."

Jack thought there was no way he could tell his mom he'd sent Jacqi an expensive vibrator in a polished aluminum gift case with his full name engraved on the dildo by a special fusion process that left the surface perfectly smooth. 

Next afternoon Jacqi, her voice sounded very strong, said, "You told me to call if I ever needed an attorney. Well I need you. I have been suspended pending a disciplinary committee hearing. I'm entitled to legal representation. My producer has also been suspended."

"What happened? I heard you deliver the message to me last night."

"We conspired to beat the system but lost. At worst we could both be fired. The station has received a few complaints citing my unacceptable indiscretion or words to that effect."

"Okay tell your producer I'll also represent him if he wishes. I'll file this as a business promotion case which means I must generate publicity to surround the hearing and that means there will be no fees payable by my client or clients."

"Great but I need to discuss this with Pauline."

"Who's Pauline?"

"The producer."

"Oh do they allow females to have positions of responsibility like that in the TV industry?"

"Ohmigod, you know nothing about TV do you?"

"Ease up baby, that was just a tease."

Jacqi sighed. "God Jack, I was being very strong about that and am determined to meet the assholes head-on if they suggest our offence deserves anything more than a rap on the knuckles plus a week's stand down without pay."

"God Jacqi, that's not the right attitude. We are going to take on the assholes and win."

"Jack you really don't know a thing about the internal workings of the TV industrial process do you?"

"Not now, but by the time I front up for you guys I will. Listen baby, in the final climax it's not about what people did or didn't do and TV station rules and regulations; it comes down to who blinks."

"Oh god, you see it as the shootout at O.K. Corral don't you?"

"Not really, well you know. Oh we'll need to produce your new vibrator as evidence."

"Jack!"

"Keep calm. That was a windup. I'll win this for you baby. Believe me."

Jack finished the call thinking how reckless can one get? Jacqi would regard that as a promise.

"Oh heck!"

CHAPTER 3

Two days later Jack went to the disciplinary hearing prepared as best he could. He called up a pal working in advertising on a rival TV station and took his pal and the assistant station manager for lunch and learned in general about the operation of the TV news service, the safeguards to prevent malicious broadcasts, the check systems in place, the station rules and broadcast regulations and station policies.

"Most TV stations adopt those tried and proven systems," said Peter Swain, the station's assistant operations manager. "Are you representing Pauline Payne in her disciplinary hearing?"

"The name Pauline was mentioned to me but I've heard nothing more. I'm representing Jacqi Fontaine."

"Well good luck Jack but I would think she's gone and Pauline will probably escape with a year or two loss in seniority, possible even a complete grading step. It's regarded as a crime Jack."




Vibrator Jack



"Well so is drunken driving. What do I need to pull Jacqi from the brink? Oh would you guys like another bottle of wine?"

As the waited for the wine waiter to return Peter said, "As I see it your only hope is to soften the hearts of the interview panel. Because each breach is different there is some discretion left to the disciplinary panel so to a degree judgments are subjective."

"Oh crap."

"Sorry Jack," said his pal John. "Peter has a law degree so knows our rules, regulations and policies inside out."

Peter smiled thinly. "It's a straight breach and not being of a malicious nature or likely to cause civil unrest or unfairly attack authorities the broadcast standards authorities will probably leave it to the station to deal with the matter internally. They would have reacted almost immediately upon receiving notification of the breach. Fortunately for your client Jack they have received a swag of breaches to deal with lately so will have acknowledged receipt of the breach and told your client's station to deal with it."

"Thanks Peter. This has been most helpful. How did you and John become friendly?" And with that the lunch chat continued at a social level.

Jack went into the room set aside for him off the boardroom. Jacqi, white-faced and looking tense, was waiting for him.

"You haven't returned my calls, I've been frantic to speak to you."

Jack had to fight from grinning. He wanted her to feel threatened so she'd act responsibly and impress the panel by her sincerity and be aware she'd committed a serious transgression.

"Sorry but I was unable to get back for strategic reasons. You said yesterday Pauline wanted me to represent her. Where is she?"

"She's not coming because she's reversed that decision. She's decided to hand in a statement saying she was guilty of bad judgment and will accept any punishment handed out.

Jack said softly. "Bring her to me Jacqi, quickly. We only have fifteen minutes before kick-off."

"What if she doesn't want to come?"

"Drag her."

The over-weight puffy-lipped woman with great skin, in her mid-forties came in and smiled. "Hi.'

Jack came straight out with it. "I sent Jacqi the..."

"I know Jack and thought it was an amazing present from a guy. I authorized..."

"Without due consideration of the consequences?"

"Yes."

"That's a defense, a rather shallow one but nevertheless is indicates mitigating circumstances."

"Did you feel under pressure to say yes?"

"Well yes."

"There we go. Allow me to represent you Pauline. You ought to get off with just a severely delivered warning and your indiscretion noted on your work record.

"Indiscretion. I was totally..."

"Indiscreet weren't you Pauline, and no more than somewhat indiscreet?

Pauline stared at Jack, rather darkly.

"Remember it's your career we're talking about here Pauline but no way should you be evasive or untruthful, but you know it's in your interest to chose the right words very carefully, don't you, and to withhold any spontaneous utterances when being questioned?"

Pauline's eyes dropped and he knew he'd won.

"Yes Jack. Please represent me and I accept your experienced advice."

"I may look young Pauline but my professors acknowledge that in my endeavors in the mock adversarial cases I took on that I'm like a hungry dog with a bone."

She smiled.

"So I'm to shoulder all blame and responsibility?" Jacqi said.

Jack responded ruthlessly, "Isn't that where it belongs?"

Jacqi dropped her eyes and said yes.

"That allows the panel to see there is meat in the case they are dealing with. With luck they are already prepared to excuse Pauline so we go to work on you. Just speak carefully and with intelligence Jacqi, always mindful that I shall be leading you. You have just turned twenty-eight so think of yourself as being mature and as a journalist having the experience to predict how I might be expecting you to answer the question. I have the names of the three board members on the panel plus the station's chief attorney and the station's director of operations and we are in luck. Board decisions require only a simple majority."

"How can that be lucky?" Pauline asked.

"Three of the five are women?"

"Well spotted Jacqi. We don't have a leg to stand on legally because a breach is a breach. So we go in for high emotion and mitigating circumstances. Go grab a copy of your CV Jacqi. Underline your birth date and photocopy it. Oh neither of you mention the present was a vibrator, leave that to me."

"J-a-c-k," Jacqi groaned.

"Sorry Jacqi but I believe you career is more important to you right now than your pride."

Pauline said, "He's right Jacqi. Think about it. It's almost 10:00 so run and fetch that document. God even I'm going to be embarrassed over this one."

"Oh guys, more possible embarrassment," Jack grinned. "An embargoed statement for release to news media for use from 10:00 this morning has been released by my office incorporating both of your names as appearing before a disciplinary board hearing today. It involves the unauthorized broadcast of a personal message at the end of a TV news item at 6:08 on the 30th of last month. In it Pauline you are described as the city's leading prime time TV news producer and Jacqi is called a rising star on your TV news team."

"Oh god," the women said in dismay.

Jack continued. "The media release was hand-delivered to this TV station at 9:40 and no doubt a copy is in the hands of the chairman of our panel and she will read it to members of her panel before they enter the boardroom. They will be horrified that news of this hearing has leaked by me but their attorney member will rightly point out there's nothing to prevent an outside attorney involved from releasing a media statement, however unusual that might be."

"Oh Jack," Jacqi groaned, the whites of her eyes showing as she looked to the ceiling.

"Further when we come out a bunch of media people will be waiting and the chairman will know she should make a statement to avoid being mauled by the media."

Jack smiled. "Okay you guys? Let's go in and make this our day in the sun."

Jack grinned when he heard Jacqi say, "I can't believe this" and Pauline say a little hesitantly, "He looks to know what he's doing. You did say he's fully qualified?"

* * *

Prominent accountant Mrs Alison Cooke chaired the panel. After Jack had introduced himself Mrs Cooke held up a media statement.

"Do you recognize this statement Mr Holt?"

"Indeed I do ma'am. I am responsible for its release. I would point out it contains no emotive language and nothing to support the cases of my clients. Its release is lawful even in this context and hopefully the message it sends out will be a powerful deterrent to other broadcasters that their actions are constantly under scrutiny. I should image the publicity generated out of this breach will show this station in very good light. Bringing staff to account for even minor misdemeanors is an import part of the process that permits orderly public broadcasting under license."

Mrs Cooke said she would move on and read the charge that had been made against the two women and being described as irresponsible and unacceptable conduct, risking bringing their employer into disrepute. She asked had either of them anything to say on their behalf. 

"No ma'am."

"No ma'am."

Mrs Cooke sighed and invited Jack to proceed.

He said his client Miss Jacqi Fontaine had instructed him to submit that she was entirely to blame to the stupidity of tacking on a personal message to the end of her news item. She acknowledged it was unprofessional and occurred because of a rush a blood at receiving a hilarious birthday present from a Jack somebody. Her producer Mrs Pauline Payne had been doubled up in laughter when Jacqi said she ought to thank Jack and Mrs Payne said yes she should and that was the extent of Mrs Payne's involvement.

His client added the thanks message when ending her voice-over, the words being, 'Awesome gift, thanks Jack.'

Mrs Cooke said, "We are intrigued about that aspect of Miss Fontaine's breach Mr Holt. Exactly was the gift?"

"I am unsure whether it was a gift or rubbish ma'am. Perhaps Miss Fontaine should answer."

"Oh god," Jacqi murmured, standing. "Ma'am it was my birthday so I was very happy because my parents had given me a new SUV that morning.. The gift arrived packed in a polished aluminum case and that made me suspect it was a watch or perhaps an expensive bracelet."

"Ma'am?"

"Go on Jacqi."

"It was a classic 7-inch pink plastic shimmer battery-operated vibrator, consigned to me without batteries."

The three women behind the table convulsed into giggles while the two men appeared appalled.

When order was restored Mrs Fountain said, "If this gets out Mr Holt this TV station will be the laughing stock of the city."

"I understand that ma'am. No doubt there will be a couple of reporters waiting outside for the panel's decision when this hearing concludes. Might I suggest you make the statement and my clients and I if questioned will make not comment about...er...?"

"It's called a vibrator Mr Holt."

"Thank you ma'am. We undertake to make no mention of er that present, Perhaps Miss Fontaine could say she'd been headstrong with excitement over the SUV her parents had given her and she'd received a gift from her boyfriend.

"Wouldn't it be best not to mention the boyfriend?"

'Ma'am how will the name Jack be explained?"

"Ah and may I ask if that Jack is you Mr Holt?"

"Ma'am is that question really relevant to these proceedings?"

"Proceed Mr Holt."

"Well summing up, I think my submission shows Mrs Payne's role in this was extremely minor and one could see how she could have thought Jacqi meant she'd phone her boyfriend to thank him rather than thank him publicly and on air. You could of course question Mrs Payne about that."

"What were your thoughts on that Mrs Payne?"

"Ma'am we'd been laughing hysterically and I do recall waving my hand and saying something like 'go ahead.'

"Did you run the clip before screening?"

"No my script supervisor did that because it was a voice-over. I could add she was under-pressure and so may have been concentrating more on the running time of the clip rather than content. I could see if she's come in yet if you wish and bring her to you."

The chairman consulted her panel and said that would not be necessary. "Carry on Mr Holt."

"Miss Fontaine makes no excuse for her unprofessional behavior but asks that mitigating circumstances be taken into account but carefully weighed, those being she was in perpetual excitement at having been given a car and then there was her boyfriend's present. Miss Fontaine advises she's lost sleep over this and is obviously remorseful and repentant. I have spoken to Miss Fontaine about penalty and she believes being read the riot act and being stood down for a week without pay would be acceptable to her. I agree. Some penalty must be imposed otherwise you'll have the regulatory authority on your back. However, a penalty more severe that what Miss Fontaine finds acceptable would leave me unhappy. Thank you ma'am."

Jacqi whispered, "I don't wish to be suspended for a week. God what a disgrace."

Jack whispered, "They are entitled to recommend you be fired Jacqi."

"Thank you Mr Holt. Have any members of the panel any questions?"

The TV company's chief attorney asked, "Mr Holt. You suggested you would be unhappy if any penalty was more severe. What did you mean by that?"

"I'd advise my client to seek a judicial review of the decision."

"I see. And the matter of the vibrator?"

"We would find it necessary to produce that in evidence to the judge."

"Thank you Mr Holt."

"My pleasure Mrs Scott-Livingston."

Film screws from three TV stations and eight reporting teams from radio stations and newspapers listened to Mrs Cooke when she said Miss Jacqi Fontaine's breach of broadcasting standards had greatly embarrassed Channel 8 TV. Miss Fontaine has been suspended for two weeks without pay.

"Are your happy with that penalty Miss Fontaine?"

"Yes I find that acceptable and I still feel ashamed of my unprofessional behavior. My attorney standing with me, Jack Holt of Holt and Samuel, attorneys at law, said there was a chance the panel could have recommended my contract be terminated."

"You mean you could have been fired."

"Yes."

"That would have been a great loss to TV news Jacqi."

"Thank you Wendy. I love my job as a frontline TV reporter and Channel 8 TV is an excellent employer. God I'm so sorry I let them down with that brain flip."

"Yes that message at the end of Jacqi's voice-over, "Awesome gift, thanks Jack," was that Jack you Mr Jack Holt."

"Indeed it was."

"Rumor has it your present was a long, thin pink dildo."

"Well you know what rumors are like."

"Miss Fontaine was Jack's present a pink dildo?"

"Actually it was a vibrator. I opened it in front of everyone at work and reacted in embarrassed hysteria and that's what made me flip. But it contained no batteries."

"Jacqi what did that omission of batteries mean to you?"

"Well Sue, I guess it gave me the option of using it as a bedroom ornament. Nothing is ever straightforward with Jack."

"Give me a pose with you two waving the vibrator in victory Miss Fontaine."

"No I don't have the device with me and how can I wave in victory when I feel chastised for my serious indiscretion?"

"Okay everyone, that's it," said Jack. "Thanks for coming along and being so sympathetic. It's all my fault; bad choice of present."

"Thank god for those two public confessions," Mrs Cooke murmured. "I'm out of here."

When Jack and his two clients stepped back inside Pauline, crying, kissed Jack and said, "It's incredible. You got me off without even a reprimand."

"I targeted that, Pauline. All the focus had to be in Jacqi and her vibrator."

"God for a time there I thought I was walking to the guillotine," Jacqi laughed, sounding a little shaky.

"The stakes were high because of the risk I was taking. I bet their attorney would blink, unable to resist asking my reaction should there be a more severe penalty. I think at the start they were out for you head."

"Oh god, Jack. You can't take risks with people like that."

"We would have won the judicial review because there I would have had you represented by my mom. She's so skilled she can get a mouse to hand over it cheese."

"What?"

"You get used to him Pauline. He teases and like a kid thinks in pictures at times."

"What?"

"Weren't you diverted by the thought of a mouse handing over its piece of cheese?"

"Oh yeah."

"That's jack playing with his best toy, his mouth."

"Oh god," Pauline said, laughing hysterically.

"No, no Pauline, I didn't mean using his mouth that way."

The three of them went across the street to a bar to celebrate and Jack noticed a white-haired guy with a florid face and heavy jowl glancing at them occasionally. Finally the guy came over.

"Hi Pauline."

"Hi Stan."

Stan said hi to Jacqi and she said. "Hi Mr Edwards. Please join us if you wish."

Stan Edwards smiled at the Jack and said, "Ah, these women's hot-shot attorney. We thought Jacqi was gone and Pauline would have her grading reduced."

"Jack, this is our editor-in-chief Stanley Edwards."

"Call me Stan. Congratulations Jack."

Jack said modestly, "We just got lucky."

"As Alison Cooke tells it, you had her and her panel over a barrel. She said they were brave enough to add a second week to Jacqi's stand down period. Look Jacqi, I want you to work for two weeks without pay and make it known you are working without pay. We'll even up later with bonus payments."

"Yes Mr Edwards. Thank you for the allowing me to do that."

"Well I haven't finished yet and call me Stan. I'll taking you two off general news work. Pauline you'll be promoted to head a special unit and carry the title of executive producer with a staff of one and that's Jacqi who'll jump three steps to senior reporter. You will have a film crew under your control and a five-seat van. Pauline you'll also go out with the crew and act as director. I want this to be a tight, effective and productive unit and you'll have a 7-minute segment during the 6:00 pm newscast hour called, 'Under the Headlines'. It needs to be tight and racy covering such things as the state of the city's oldest school, four families living in one house, boy racers, street gangs and prostitution. I'll give you a proper briefing tomorrow. Temporary people are already in your old jobs pending permanent appointments. Do you want this opportunity or not?"

"Yes please," Jacqi said excitedly.

"Well..." Pauline hesitated.

"Your slot only runs week nights and you'll have three weeks to prepare, beginning tomorrow. You'll be responsible for your own promo Pauline."

"Okay, I'm in providing the work the same hours as at present."

"Become efficient and you'll find yourself working shorter hours. We have to find a sponsor. I suppose your choice would be sex toys Jacqi?" 

They all laughed and Jacqi sunk down in her seat in embarrassment."

Stan left to rejoin his group and the women talked excitedly about their new roles and Jack watched, delighted for them and thinking they'd should gel well, Pauline the experienced and steady one, Jacqi with her energy and emerging talent to burn. What a combination.

* * *

Jack arrived home very late for dinner but his parents had waited for him.

Laudonia said, "Oh darling, we saw the piece about you and Jacqi and Pauline Payne. Pauline's mother is a client of mine." 

"But not Pauline?"

"No so you haven't poached a client from me. You father and I were very proud of you and you finished your comment beautifully, being seen as a thorough gentleman and not allowing your girl to take the blame. Your father became overcome with embarrassment when I whined and said he'd never given me a vibrator."

Later Jack said he would be away for the night.

"You may bring Jacqi here for the night if you wish."

"No and thanks mom. She's booked a top room in our top hotel because she wishes to reward me tonight. It will be the first time we've been together. She's had a promotion so I have to assume her career is away on the right track.

"You must bring her to lunch."

"Will Sunday suit you mom? I'm anxious for you to meet her and I believe you and her mom will get along so well. She appears to be a bit of a powerhouse, like you."

"Thank you for saying that Jack. I know Louise Fontaine very well. She's a member of our Wednesday morning coffee club and we often play together at Bridge on Saturday afternoons. These days she's always asking how you are. She told me you were keeping in the background until Jacqi settled into her reporting career."

"Well, well. I forgot to ask did you know her mom. Invited the parents to lunch as well."

* * *

Jack called Jacqi when in a cab heading for the CBD. She was already in the suite and sounded very excited.

"Mommy wants to hug and kiss you so much for working so brilliantly on my behalf. She wants me to marry you."

"Yeah well mothers react like that don't they?"

"Does you mom think the same thing?"

"Yeah."

"Ohmigod. Should we run away?"

Jack laughed. "What are your wearing?"

"My best clothes because I want you to undress me. But I'd like champagne and light supper first. I'll head for the Rendezvous Restaurant in a couple of minutes. Meet me there.

They sat almost shoulder at the table sipping champagne, Jack lightly stroking Jacqi's hair and she was slowly tilting even closer to Jack.

"Soon I'll be stroking this beautiful hair of yours, your body totally nude."

"Oooh Jack."

"And then I'll stoke the long, soft hair of your glorious bush."




Vibrator Jack



Jacqi whispered, "I told you some time ago during our Wednesday phone call I clip down there Jack."

"I know. Was just testing whether you were really listening to my sweet nothings. My next move will be to get at those great tits, er breasts Jacqi and I'll argue they are at least C's, not B's."

"Oooh."

"The curvature will be greater than what I had expected."

Jacqi was swallowing and breathing rather raggedly. "And?"

"I guess I will lick around your belly button and then lick down over your pelvic rise and then plunge down and tongue fuck you."

"Oh god Jack, I've cum. I will have wet my dress because I'm not wearing panties."

"Right we better wait here until you dry out a bit. Cheers."

"No drink up and let's go Jack. I'm primed, ready to fuck."

In the bedroom Jack pulled off the unbuttoned top of Jacqi's fashioned delicate crepe jacket with its frills and trills and he purred, "This will be the first time I've seen your awesome tits uncovered.

"Oh Jack, stick it in. I can't wait. Ooooh I'm cumming again. Please Jack.

Jacqi's eyes bulged as she saw what Jack had in his hand. Obviously in her aroused state it appeared to her bigger than it obvious was and she would have noticed the purplish head was dripping, ready to go.

"Oh Jack."'

"Oh baby," Jack cooed, attempting to ignore the fact that he was ejaculating prematurely.

* * *

Laudonia prepared to leave halfway through the TV movie set around car racing and said, "I'm off for a bath. Jack will be up to his ears in sex tonight darling so I think we too should engage."

"Fine darling, whatever," Jack's father said, staring at the butt of a female mechanic leaning over to work on the engine of the racing car.

Twenty minutes later during an ad break he arrived in the bathroom with a brandy for his wife chortling.

"Thanks, what's the joke?"

"Buster Copeland just called. There was a social gathering of three loosely linked law firms this evening and there's something that will really please you darling because you've been anxious that Jack earns a reputation amongst his peers. Well he's on his way."

"Oh wonderful. What did Buster say?"

"They were talking about Jack and someone laughed and said did Alan Briggs mean 'Vibrator Jack'. The group that included women split themselves laughing and Buster says the nickname has really caught on and will be known throughout the city within a week."

"Oh god," Laudonia sighed. "Strip off and jump in darling. I feel horny."

"Yeah, fuck that stupid film. That's real credit for you Laudonia, to be mother of Vibrator Jack."

"Oh dear," his wife sighed.

THE END