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Chapter one: meet Jack.

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Ryder Daniels wasn't the kind of guy you'd think of when you thought of someone's best friend, but he was to Jack. It didn't happen deliberately, or all at once, but over the last eight plus months or so Ryder'd made friends with a guy who was, in his mind, the ultimate wing man. Many a night he'd go out looking for some action, and with the help of Jack, he'd bring home the filly he was trying for. It wasn't perfect, no wing man game was, but Ryder had formed a deep friendship initially based on getting laid, and Jacks role in his scoring on the babes.

"So, you ready for another shallow, meaningless one night stand?" Jack asked as they walked up to the eighteen and older club. Ryder had slowly become a regular at several, but tonight they were going to his favorite.

Ryder nodded. "Wasn't sure you'd make it, Jack my man." He chucked, slapping the other guy on the back. Jack was average height, maybe five seven, but liked to wear boots to give himself a little more height. He also had a squarish build, solid, with a roundish, boyish face. He wore his hair long, but it was almost always hidden under some kind of hat. "You know, if we run into another group, we could cut one of the young and infirmed out for you..." Nature references were one of Ryder's new things, a side effect of his continuing education.

"I'm in a relationship." Jack reminded his friend. "But lets go have fun. I'll dance, drink my rum and coke, minus the rum, and in general enjoy the night."

"Dude, one of these days, you'll realize you don't have to turn into a pumpkin at midnight." The older boy said. "Relax, enjoy your youth. And besides, I know the truth about your relationship."

"It's just a bump." Jack insisted.

"I know." Ryder said. "It's just a bump, this time. But how long can you keep dating with this distance between you. Trust me, man, take advantage. Just choose one of the girls with the fake ID, cause they'll get so drunk they won't even remember who they were with the tomorrow."

"Not interested." Jack insisted.

"Liar." Ryder stopped joking, despite the smile now plastered on his face. "You may be too moral to just screw around, but your interested. No red blooded male can live without thinking of some of the sweater meat in here. Just tonight, get a feel… for how ready some of these girls are for a quick adventure. I'll bet some of these girls would love to let you have a feel."

"I've had the offers." Jack admitted. "I even took one girl up on it, felt bad afterwords."

"How big were they?" Ryder managed to leer.

"Solid C's" Jack replied, holding his hands up to show an estimation of size. By then they were at the velvet ropes.

"Jack, Ryder, good to have you back." Kyle, the bouncer, said. "Ryder, just a heads up, you may wanna hit a different club tonight. I counted at least three of your past mistakes in here."

"Dude, thats the beauty of that kind of relationship." The tall boy said. "We know they were mistakes, and don't dwell on it. The knew what our time together was about, just like I did. Now, any of my man Jacks mistakes here?"

"Not tonight." Kyle said, smiling. "For a guy who's so determined not to play with a girls feelings, he does leave behind his share of broken hearts, doesn't he?"

They walked past the red velvet rope. "His own fault for being a descent guy." Ryder replied. "With me, they know it's all about one thing, but Jack here's all about the relationship. So when a girl starts to like him, she's not thinking of sucking his cock, she's thinking of what to name their kids."

"Amen to that." Kyle said as he stamped their wrists.

"Really?" Ryder fake whined. "We've been coming here for eight months, and you still give us the under twenty one stamps?"

"And I will until those fake ass ID's are replaced by real ones that say your old enough. And Ryder, no trying to slip Jack into the next club over." The bouncer joked.

They'd gone to The Habbit, a fairly happening club that attracted a younger crowd. The eighteenth and up rule drew a lot of collage age kids, which was a hassle when it came to kids trying to get drunk, but gave them a good flow of income to compensate for the extra work. But the club took up only about half the square footage of the rather large space the owner had acquired. It shared the rest, as well as it's kitchen, with the club next door. Simply called Sugar, the other club was exactly what it sounded like. A lot of older people frequented Sugar, looking for younger adults looking for an older, more experienced hand. Sugar daddies and mommies were there waiting to audition the next potential lover, as well as all kinds of other older peoples hoping to score on one of the young ones from the next club over. And the management understood the draw, often leaving flyers around letting those old enough know that the other club was a great place to have someone pay for your drinks. But Sugar was an over twenty one club, and Jack never wanted to head over there. Ryder, on the other hand, sometimes liked a little cougar hunt, or use of the private rooms they conveniently had for whatever uses the patrons might think of, despite being only nineteen.

"It's okay." Ryder said. "Jack's my boy. I'd never drag him out of his comfort zone. At least, not there. I need him to score the young ones. Let him discover the benefits of the older gals on his own."

The two settled in for a while, with Ryder trying his game on several girls before calling Jack in for help. Jack wasn't the kind to try harassing a girl and setting Ryder up for the save, cause done too often, it only caused trouble later, giving a guy a reputation, or maybe getting him in a fight with a real wound be savior. Instead, he'd distract her girlfriends, talk the other boy up, or set up a story that Ryder would use to win the girls affection for the evening. The one rule had to be never to imply that Ryder would want anything with these girls after tonight. That was Ryder's secret to success, and he''d go home alone rather then have a girl think he wanted more then sex out of them. "After all, my man Jack here taught me to never try to scam a girl out of something. Always be up front about what I need." Ryder was telling Tara, the busty blond he'd scored for the night. Her friend, Haley, was enjoying hanging with Jack, but neither held any illusions that they'd be anything more then people passing in the night.

Jack left just before midnight. "Haley, it's been real." He said to her in that voice of his that was just shy of mesmerizing. A natural mimic, he'd worked on tones and sound to the point where he came across as just mysterious enough. "I'd like to say your a good kisser. I normally don't allow myself to go that far..."

"But if you didn't let me play tonsil hockey, I'd have noticed your buddy sneaking Tara out of the club?" Haley asked. "Look, you sound like a singer, and my dad owns a karaoke club. Why don't you come by one day, sing a bit, and maybe we could see if there's more to us then a quick make-out session?"

"I'm seeing someone." Jack said, looking out the door.

"So am I." Haley replied. "I just felt that you were special. Figures, the special ones are loyal to their girlfriends. Or would it be boyfriend. Really stepping out?"

"Lets just agree this was a fun night, we kissed a little, and it never meant anything." Jack said. "Kissing is cheating, and I feel bad enough."

"If you and your, um, someone ever break up, call me." The dark haired girl said. "I'd love to show you just how special I am." She then leaned in close, whispering in his ear. "I'll suck your dick, and let you come inside me."

"Thats a great offer, but I really must dash." Jack had taken on a very realistic British accent. He walked quickly out the door and across the street to his truck, got in, and took off. Driving away, he only glanced back for a moment to make sure Haley had gone back int the club. 'Tara's gonna need someone to talk to when Ryders done. He snuck her into the other club, probably to use one of their private rooms. Not even taking her home, what a guy.' Still, Jack smiled. Ryder was a jerk, but he'd matured so much over the last year. This stage, being honest about him not wanting anything serious, was just the latest phase of him becoming a descent person.

Jack got home and raced up to his room, changing as soon as he was safely behind his door. He really didn't need his mother asking questions, not that she ever did. Glad he didn't have to make up any excuses, he finished putting on his pajamas and washed his face. Only then did he look at his face in the mirror, trying to discover why this, those nights out at the club looking at, dancing with, and sometimes allowing his temptations to get the better of him felt so right. Blue green eyes scanned every inch of that face, looking for something, anything, that was just missing. His phone, the pay as you go one, the one he'd bought over a year ago when he started going to that club, rang. Jack, after checking the caller ID, answered in a voice just a little off from normal. "Ryder, it's late."

"Just wanted to make sure my best friend in the whole world made it home safe." Ryder replied. "That Tara chick, I think she was surprised it lasted as long as it did. Girls a freak. But hay, you had more then a shot with her friend. How was kissing her?"

Jack didn't respond, instead shutting the phone and hanging up. Ryder, not realizing he'd been cut off, continued. "So, you back to being a squash again?" He waited for a response. "Jack? Jack my boy….Jack?" For several seconds, he just held on the line, waiting. "... Jade?"

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So, thoughts. The story goes from here, and twists just a bit, but I think this is enough of an introduction.

when this goes further, there will be an explanation for some of the above chapter.