Le Beau Château: Jennifer Alder
The room was filled with attractive, well-dressed people sipping cocktails. The woman at the center of it all was in her midsixties. She was tall and thin and had dazzling pale-blue eyes accentuated by the gray of her chin-length hair. Her name was Jennifer Alder. Abby introduced her to Jack several weeks ago. He had then gone to her palatial home for a series of private sessions. Although Jennifer was polite, she had that steely, detached quality old school WASPs can possess—that “I’m better than you” carriage Jack knew so well from his own upbringing. Jack detested it.
Now, ensconced in a wing chair in the center of the safe room’s master bedroom, Jennifer was looking at those hired for her entertainment with probing, calculating eyes. As Jack watched her on the safe room monitors, he wondered if he should have had a few more private sessions with her before introducing the sexcapade service. There was something about her that made him uneasy. He couldn’t place it.
In recent months, Jack had opened up his sexcapades to more and more women, some he had to admit he really didn’t know well enough to allow into the service. Abby was a good broker and offered him a consistent stream of clients. These women were incredibly rich and willing to pay a lot for the service.
It’s not like my clients will ever compare rates, Jack convinced himself, knowing that he had begun charging on a sliding scale. Most of these women will never tell another soul about their encounters. Jack didn’t realize he was growing dangerously greedy. It made him increasingly careless.
Jennifer was from a wealthy Pennsylvania family and had married well. Several years ago, her husband had died in a Salzburg hotel room with a person Jennifer referred to privately as “the dirty whore.” She had been blindsided by the affair and by her husband’s death. It changed her. Made her angry. Made her cruel. Jennifer was trying to work through the betrayal and her grief and get back to who she’d been before. She had loved and trusted her husband.
While downsizing, Jennifer became friendly with Abby through her broker, Cecily. Abby was empathetic to her story. Eventually, Abby introduced Jack to her and what she called his “therapeutic” private sessions. Jennifer didn’t buy into the kundalini part of Jack’s yoga practice, but she liked yoga. And then she liked Jack. He reminded her of her son.
After a few private sessions—and after developing an infatuation with Jack—Jennifer found herself intrigued by his offer of sexcapades. She wanted to take him up on the offer as long as Jack agreed to be a participant in her fantasy. They hadn’t been intimate yet, and Jennifer was disappointed. Abby had insinuated that they would be, but in the privacy of her home’s exercise studio, Jack hadn’t deviated from their yoga routine. So Jennifer thought about her fantasies. She thought about what she would want in a sexcapade.
She was turned on by both men and women, although with the exception of passionately kissing her best friend when she was thirteen, she had never been with a woman. She was turned on by watching sex.
I want an orgy, she decided.
Jack noted her upper-crust background and knew the crowd for her sexcapade had to be refined, at least in appearance: clean cut, well-groomed, fit, and with a limit of tattoos. In Fairfield County, finding participants who fit that bill was easy.
“I’ll join you shortly,” Jack told Jennifer after introducing her to the crowd he’d assembled. “Enjoy.”
As Jack walked to the room of monitors, he realized that he couldn’t be a part of her sexcapade. She’ll be all over me, he thought. Having only seen Jennifer in her yoga attire prior to tonight, Jack was thrown off by her appearance. Wearing what was for many older WASPs a type of uniform, Jennifer was sporting a tailored button-down and belted wool trousers. She looks too much like my mother or one of her friends, he thought. This feels wrong.
As Jack continued to watch her through the monitor, he saw a young man begin to undress her. Reflexively, as if he’d just walked into his mother’s dressing room while she was changing, he looked away. Jack stared into another monitor and saw two young, beautiful women on a chaise lounge making out. This I can watch, he thought. He pressed that monitor’s RECORD button.
On another monitor, another couple moved across the screen hand in hand and joined Jennifer who was now partially naked on the bed with the young man. On the last monitor, Jack watched as a woman gave head to a boy barely old enough to vote. He quickly pressed RECORD. He continued to watch them, and then his eyes moved back to the two women.
This is hot, Jack thought, completely aroused now even with Jennifer in the middle of it. I need to suggest orgies to more of my clients.