By Lea Carrol

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INITIATION

Jasper Noakes stumbled out of the building, shielding his eyes against the bright daylight. He needed to sit, to think about what Mike Katone had told him. He found a bus stop bench and sat heavily into it. How many others had found their way to this bench coming out of eleven forty eight Keppel? It was a building populated by only the highest flying of the city’s legal eagles.

Right now though he needed a drink to take his mind off this choice that they’d said he had to make. Someone was going to pay and it was either him or his daughter. They’d made choosing to plead guilty to a crime he had not committed, as a way to save her from certain conviction for a crime she too had not committed. It was crazy, and the law was crazy today too. A drink was a must right now. Things like this - life changing decisions were best left till the last minute, because it wasn’t until the final minute had arrived that one could say that they had given it the most, the fullest consideration possible.

Through the traffic, across the road, he saw a small hotel with a bar open sign – Berties Bar. He reached into his pocket for his cell phone so that he could go off radar for a few hours and have his drink in peace. A soft tap on his shoulder startled him, more than it should have and he wondered whether he’d turned looking like a deer on someone’s headlights. The thought amused him.

“Are you alright Jasper?”

“Rebecca, you startled me. I was just thinking things over – what Mike told me.”

“It wasn’t great news was it?” She squeezed his shoulder. “Do you want to go somewhere maybe and have a talk about it? I’m off for the rest of the day….. if you’d like to that is.”

“That does sound like a damned good idea. They say, it’s not a good idea to drink alone so yes, I will take you up on that.” Jasper stood up and slipped his phone onto silent and back into his pocket. “Come on.” He took her hand, checking for traffic but perhaps testing her out more so. She was pretty – very pretty in that small town country girl sort of way that he’d never seemed willing to resist even when they had red lights flashing over their heads screaming out ‘Trouble!’

“I wouldn’t want you getting into any trouble with Mike. You won’t get into trouble with Mike will you? Professional standards and all that?”

“Only if he catches me,” she giggled. “I’ll take the risk. It’s out of hours and if word did get back to him, I could always deny it. You’re not going to tell on me, are you Mr Noakes?”

Let’s try that little bar over there.” Jasper started across the road, pulling her along behind him. She really was a cute, but as he’d gotten older, and he was so close to fifty now that which side of it was really irrelevant, he’d noticed that this early twenties age bracket he’d always enjoyed toying with seemed to be getting younger as he got older. And they were, relatively speaking.

The barman looked up as they walked in. It took Jasper a few seconds to get his bearings, as the narrow bar was long and darker the further it went in. The full length of the wall side of the bar was made up of booths. In the middle of the room, around a small dance floor, it was small tables scattered about. Two men talked over drinks at the bar. Seated at one of the tables talking with a waitress was a man and two women. It was early but without a clock to be seen and the soft strains of jazz in the background it could have been any time of day or night.

“Let’s try one of the booths - something a little quiet,” said Jasper, testing her again. They were simply having a drink and a chat – it was professional, or semi-professional. Nothing more, nothing less. Or maybe it could be something more – she was terribly cute, and in her early twenties he guessed. ‘Testing’ his female company, as he referred to it, was force of habit. He liked knowing where he stood with them. If it was strictly professional, a couple of simple tests would provide him with that information. If there might be more, the test told him that too. So far, with Rebecca, so good. She was what he would describe as an amenable girl….so far. Maybe she would be more than amenable, but it was too early to tell. At worst, they’d have a nice semi-professional drink. At best, they’d have it all.

Rebecca slipped in opposite Jasper.

That was a negative, sliding in across from rather than next to him. Point noted, thought Jasper but this interaction they were having here today would not, could not, be a loss regardless the outcome. He wondered why he found it difficult to see women as just people rather than the sexual delights he saw them as. Perhaps women felt the same as he. He figured he would never really know so turned to pondering something else and looked around for a waiter.

Across from him was the bar’s wall of fame - dozens of photos of a smiling man in a white shirt and bow tie - Bertie perhaps, the bar’s namesake, with his arms around his patrons, each smiling also. Bertie knew a lot of people - he was someone in the know.

“Jasper? Hello?” Rebecca’s touched him lightly on his wrist.

“I’m sorry, I was thinking about those legal points Mike discussed this morning.” He turned to the waitress – there was no waiter. “Scotch and soda thanks - plenty of ice,” and ‘nice tummy’ he kept to himself.

“And I might try a Martini. I’ve never had one before, thank you.” She looked at Jasper, touching his arm. “I believe you Jasper - which you didn’t do what they said you did to your wife.”

“Make the first round, doubles thanks.” He was testing Rebecca again. There was no resistance? “It’s force of habit to make the first round doubles when I’m with a beautiful lady.” Jasper noted the flush creeping into her cheeks.

It was nice to hear that she thought him innocent. He assumed though that everybody thought him so. When he’d closely examined the charge he was facing, as written, technically, he believed he hadn’t committed a murder. Their job – Mike’s, and Rebecca’s, was to make that point to a jury, or better still, to the prosecutor so they simply wouldn’t proceed with this waste of time process that was costing him a small fortune.

“I’ve started a bar tab for you sir,” said the waitress with a smile. She put down their drinks and tucked the docket under a saucer on the table.

“Nice body,” thought Jasper as she provided him a rear view.

Rebecca raised her glass, looking at him over its rim and took a long sip. “I have actually researched this Jasper, and alcohol, right after a traumatic event, is actually good for you. And you can trust me on that,” she smiled, “I’m a lawyer…. almost, anyway.”

Jasper raised his glass to hers. “Well, cheers, and I’m definitely happy to drink to having a drink.”

He looked into his glass and played with the drops forming on the outside of his glass.

“I know I have to think of Christy’s welfare before anything else, but it’s difficult to plead guilty to something I didn’t do. I told Mike that the medicine bottle they found - the one with arsenic written on it, was not what it seemed. It was a homeopathic remedy - it simply can’t kill a person, but he doesn’t seem to want to fight it for me. He said it’s all up to the jury, and the jury won’t believe me, and it’s just so frustrating.” He picked up his glass and drained it, leaving only ice behind.

“Of course Christy should come first. You’re in a very difficult position, but Mike’s right too. He’s not talking about getting you justice here; he’s talking about getting you the best possible result - in the circumstances. Mike simply doesn’t think there’s a good chance of success fighting the case.” Rebecca lifted her glass up to the light. “Look,” she said turning her glass over, “it’s empty. Mr Noakes, I do believe you’re teaching this innocent country girl how to drink,” she giggled.

Jasper caught the attention of the waitress and mouthed, “Again,” and “Double,” with a wink and a smile. “Now, Rebecca. Tell me a little about this innocent country girl who comes into the big city and ends up interning for one of the best lawyers in town.”

By the time Rebecca had got to spelling the funny name of the small town she’d lived in, their empty glasses had been swapped for fresh ones. “One Scotch, one Martini, as ordered, Sir.” Candy, because that’s what her name badge said, slipped the docket under saucer.

“Let’s toast to justice - I think you deserve that,” Rebecca giggled, and he watched half a martini disappear.

“Are you nervous, Becky?” he tested her again and it looked like after a Martini and a half, she was good with him calling her ‘Becky’. He was good with it too.

“No. Not nervous at all. But at the same time, Mr Noakes.”

“Jasper, please, Becky,” he smiled back at her. Bad legal news mitigated by good company, he thought.

“No. Not nervous at all. But, Jasper, it’s not as though you’re just anybody in this town either. So, let’s just say it’s an honour,” she giggled again, “to….to….”

“You look lovely again today Rebecca, and I’m glad that you’re here.” He watched her blush, the redness creeping up from her chest, through to her neck. “I’d like to second that toast to justice, and add you to it.” Jasper signalled discretely for another round. He noticed a few strands of her hair had come loose and reached over to brush them aside, brushing her cheek softly as he did.

“Julian is so looking forward to meeting you. We were talking about where to go.” He saw her eyes open wide. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun,” he said, touching her hand.

She turned her tiny little hand over and squeezed his, all with a smile that by now was a little crooked. “I’m just off to the ladies. Don’t go away.”

She struggled a little getting out of the booth. It was difficult sliding sideways tugging at her skirt to keep it from riding up. Jasper finished his drink and put it down beside Rebecca’s empty glass. The waitress brought another round of drinks, slipping the docket under the last.

“Excuse me,” Jasper said as Candy walked by. “If you spot our glasses empty, just rebuild them. “Thanks, Candy,” he smiled at her, releasing her finger.

How clever Rebecca was knowing that drinking was good for traumatic experiences. She was clever and pretty. Oh, and a little more than a little drunk too.

Rebecca seemed a little ruffled and undone coming back from freshening up. “Come join me on this side, Becky,” said Jasper. He took her hand and pulled her in beside him, her head bumping into his shoulder as she came to a stop.

“Jasper, I want to tell you how amazing it’s been meeting you. It’s been so exciting meeting someone involved in the arts the way you are. And all those people you must know – actors and the likes. Lately, since I got here, all I’ve been around has been legal types, and let’s just say they can get quite boring.” Her head was still on his shoulder, where she had stopped when she’d slid in. “Let’s drink a toast to the arts,” she said, raising her glass.

Jasper watched her miss and then find her drink coaster with her glass. “And can I say this Becky, with all honesty. This is the first bit of relief from all this endless legal stuff I’ve had for some time now.” He let his arm fall over her shoulder, brushing her arm with his fingers. He raised his glass with his other hand. “Here’s to you.”

Rebecca looked up at him for a moment and cocked her head to one side smiling. “Is that lady, Pauline, who you came in with last week, someone special to you?” She leaned back into his shoulder and picked up her drink. Her perfume was making him dizzy, in a very pleasant way. She was so close now, tucked into his chest and shoulder, and he felt her warm breath on his skin.

“She is a friend - a dear friend. Someone I’m very fond of, and someone who has been very kind to me.” Jasper’s voice a little hoarse now, trailed off. He could feel the heady mixture of perfume and whisky at work on him. “Yes, I’m actually quite fond of Pauline…..as a close friend.”

Rebecca’s blouse had opened up and he watched the rise and fall of her chest with each breath. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes letting his hand fall lightly on her breast. “There’s something special about you Rebecca,” he said, his finger lightly playing in the place where her cleavage began. He let it trace a little pattern over her skin. He heard her exhale softly as she closed her eyes and sunk more deeply into him. One of her hands came to rest on his thigh, a finger tracing a slow line of circles on the fabric of his pants.

A phone rang somewhere and stopped. The waitress appeared and left two fresh drinks and another docket behind. The sound of laughter mingled with the soft background jazz, and the room was warm.

He saw her skirt had ridden up. One leg carelessly placed over his, her thighs fallen slightly apart. He let his hand go there and felt her warmth, but he did not rest there for long, tracing a slow line upwards along the smooth skin of her inner thigh. The skin there was the smoothest and softest on the body and with touch, could be spoken to. He shut his eyes so that all his senses focused on his touch. There was no world beyond their booth.

“I like it here Jasper, with you,” she said, her voice husky and dry. “I barely know where I am at the moment, only that it is warm here, and dark and safe.” Her face came to rest on his shoulder. He felt her thighs squeeze hard for a moment, and then release. “I should have gone after my first drink….or had none at all,” she whispered.

She wanted him to tell her that where she was, was the right place to be, and he did. “This – right here, right now, is right for us both. I can feel that and I trust it.”

Her legs obeyed again at his lightest touch and opened wider as though inviting him into her. Jasper shifted a little. Now they were a little further apart but they were also now more open to each other. Her hand drew further along his thigh and then he felt her at his belt, tugging at it - releasing it, and then the button at his pants. He heard the smooth sound of his zip sliding open, and then her hand was inside, her skin separated from his only by the sheer cotton of his briefs. He was wet. He could tell from the air touching the patches of damp, and then her hand was inside his briefs, sliding along his shaft. She played with him in silence - touching, stroking, squeezing, sliding, lubricating. There was a roar in his head.

Their drinks sat in puddles on the table. The waitress glanced over and looked away. Lawyers drank here. This was their private place. Lots of things went on here. These two were new.

Jasper found the end of her pantyhose at that place he’d heard referred to as the gusset. When he pressed there he could feel the softness and the shape of what was underneath and where the skin and flesh folded and opened inwards. His fingers were wet from her – she was wet. He was breathing hard now from the anticipation. He tore at the nylon until it gave. He heard it give, and felt it open to him. Still silence - nothing said, nothing to say. All that was there was the hard dry sound of one breath making space for the next.

His fingers began tracing the outlines of the curves of her belly where it curved below and between her legs. His fingers, impatient now, urgent with desire, rent the fabric and tore it open so that he could get at her. He needed her open to him…..wide…now.

Through the tears in the fabric of her hose and pants, he parted the hair to open her up. The hair, matted and wet made her feel primal and new and untouched. As he parted her lips and slid inside the roar in his ears reached a crescendo. His face was hot and everywhere he touched her, the skin and folds gave way to him. He found that spot near her opening and began to explore all around it, stroking it lightly and then pressing harder, playing it between his thumb and forefinger as though it was a bead…a soft smooth pearl of a bead. A moment of longer of this and he heard her gasp and her body tighten as she gripped him hard, frozen along his shaft before she started again, along its length.

He could hardly breathe now and knew he would not last much longer. “Slow down,” he whispered, “slow down or I won’t make it.”

He felt her touch lighten, and her stroking slow. He could feel her wetness everywhere and her body moved to take him. One at a time he let his fingers enter her, deep inside, thrusting, rhythmically until only his thumb remained outside her to coax what he knew would come out of her. She was close to the end and her breathing was harder with each thrust. And as she came closer, she brought him closer too. Suddenly she froze, rigid, barely a sound escaping her, her nails digging into his arm, and then, release – his and hers together, in unison, the way it rarely ever really is. Together, they fell back against the booth, spent from the holding back and spent from the final release.

They stayed there together, arms intertwined, saying nothing. Perhaps a half hour passed that way, or perhaps it was an hour. This moment they had come out of nowhere and it had been perfect. The heady mix of drink and heat and dark and shared tensions……Jasper squeezed her hand and felt her return it. She smiled up at him.

“Are we OK?” she asked, looking down.

“Are you? Should I be sorry?” said Jasper.

“For what?”

“For this,” he said, stroking her hair. “I shouldn’t have done it – taking advantage of you?”

“Can I tell you something, Jasper? It was my first time, Jasper. I’ve never touched a man and I’ve never been touched by a man. Not like this. Not like today.”

“Then we need to see each other again. At least once more,” he said, looking up at the ceiling. For a few precious moments he had forgotten about his case and his trial and all the horrid things that had been piling up relentlessly for the past months.

She was beautiful, and he wasn’t even looking at her at this very moment. He was remembering everything about her to make him feel this way. The smell of her – of her sex. Her voice, her touch, her innocence and her trust in him. But how would this go? Where could it go? This, if Mike Katone, her boss found out, could be a career destroyer for her. Had he messed up, and if he had, could he just ditch her the way he so often had to the so many girls who had been with him on their path to stardom?

“You don’t have to see me again, Jasper. Maybe I’m the one who should be sorry, letting this happen.”

He heard a little gasp, or was it a sob? And it was because when he felt her cheek it was wet. “I need to go now, Beck, and maybe you need to be somewhere too, and ….”

“It’s OK, Jasper. Let’s not make something out of nothing. And I do need to be somewhere too.”

Suddenly, there was a slightly hard edge in her voice and it was going where he didn’t want it to go. He was used to wanting these sorts of liaisons to go nowhere, but this felt warm and good.

Jasper checked the tab and slid some bills under the dish and signalled Candy they were done. “Yes. We should go. Can I have your number then?”

“You’ve already got it, Jasper. It’s on Mike’s card and you called me a few days ago about some copying you needed done. Let’s just forget this, alright and go? We can talk about it maybe later. We’ve both had a bit to drink. Later, maybe, if it happens, will be better.”

Outside it was already afternoon. The light leaking in through the front door of the bar had changed. They looked at each other for the first time since they’d entered the bar, neither sure how many hours before.

Jasper hailed a cab. “Come on then, Becky. Let’s at least get off the street before we’re seen and I’ll drop you off where you need to go.”

Across the street, Mike Katone had just stepped out of eleven forty eight Keppel and onto the footpath. He was holding a sheaf of papers in his hand. As he looked around for a cab to hail, he stopped suddenly. There was Jasper the old dog too, hailing a cab. He was unsteady, but that wasn’t surprising. And there she was, leaning against him trying to steady herself. She turned but she didn’t see him with her bag shielding her eyes from the sun in her face.

Mike Katone turned, watching the cab until he could no longer tell which one it was amongst the many on the street. He smiled and pulled out his phone. He didn’t like typing on these silly small keyboards, but this was important. “Jasper you old dog. Looks like you win the bet. Details later, OK but looks like she passed her initiation into the firm.”

“Hey mister,” a voice called out. “Do you want a cab or not?”

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