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She hadn’t had time to wear them for very long, after all, and she had folded them tidily. She put them on and then dug in her little purse for some basic makeup, touching up around her eyes, adding some mascara and then a hint of lipstick. She pulled a few longer, fine blonde hairs out of ’Stair’s hairbrush to discard them, then quickly stuffed them back in. Let him find them there. It had taken ten minutes just to get her tangled mane into some semblance of order, and she still felt disheveled. That was his fault, his and Ashley’s, and she hadn’t missed his reaction to her using his toothbrush. She’d just sucked him off, he’d gone down on her last night and had his tongue halfway down her throat several times, but he balked at sharing his toothbrush? Please. Jackie quickly used a new one and then shoved it back in the packaging and into her purse. Let him wonder. She stifled a giggle and walked out to find him, moving in as seductive a manner as a woman with a hard object up her ass could pull off.
    He was sitting on the couch, wearing his leathers, but now clad in a snow-white cotton shirt, one long leg negligently crossed on his knee at the ankle. He ironed as well as she did! Unless he had someone do his laundry for him. All the things she still needed to find out about him now kept adding up. He looked good enough to eat, and from the way he was looking at her, she did, too. She felt like the most beautiful, sexiest woman in the whole world, and the most fortunate one as well. She felt happy. There weren’t any other people in their intimate lives, just her, Ashley, and Alistair.
     
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    She sat on one hip, curled in a corner of a love seat on the back wall of the lounge area. She sipped on a diet soda. Alistair didn’t allow alcohol when “events” were planned, apparently even events that were going to take place off-site. She really didn’t drink anyhow, aside from the occasional glass of wine, having learned the value of waking with a clear head and settled stomach a long time ago. People drifted in and out, some getting real drinks from the bar, some ordering soft drinks or some grabbing bottled water. Music ebbed and flowed from hidden speakers. It felt like the lobby of a high-end hotel, and she kind of drifted, alone yet not lonely, quite content where Alistair had settled her. He came back from time to time to refresh her soda and offer her some choice tidbits from the fruit and cheese plates that circulated. It was like a low-key party. Couples and threesomes sat together and conversed in low tones, laughter sometimes rippling or roaring, depending upon the utterer’s gender.
    There had been several speculative looks sent in her direction at first, and then warm, knowledgeable smiles crossed pretty much every countenance. Alistair seemed to grow a few inches taller before her very eyes, and she swore his chest puffed up. It was delightful to feel his pride and possessiveness, and she gave him little speaking glances or shifted in pretense of discomfort on the plug when he bent a look back on her. She was flirting, and he didn’t really know quite what to do in response, she just knew it. He was pretty much a “strip and get over my lap,” “spread your legs,” or “strip and get on your knees” kind of guy, given his sexual proclivities, and she loved seeing him slightly off-balance.
    Her arousal was building slowly and inexorably, honed by the atmosphere, the ever-present fullness in her ass, and ’Stair’s proximity. She occasionally looked at her watch, counting the hours and minutes until the Club closed, knowing that Ash would soon be getting off shift and heading home to await them. She wondered if she would have some surprises waiting even as she sent up a fervent prayer that Ashley was safe. It was a worry being a cop’s significant other, and she did her best not to think about it too often. Alistair would be such a support to her in that regard, too. He’d keep