Chapter 1: Driving Range Tease
The driving range stretched out under a hazy blue sky, the smell of freshly cut grass and damp earth rising with the morning heat. Jane adjusted her grip on the driver, the rubber smooth and silky in her gloved hand. She could feel the late afternoon sun on her bare shoulders, could sense the eyes on her. She never just hit balls; she performed.
“You’re up, killer,” Margo whispered from the next tee station, her voice a conspiratorial chuckle. “Six o’clock. New guy. Dark hair. Built. Smoldering.”
Jane didn’t turn. She let a slow smile spread as she placed her ball on the rubber tee. She took her stance, making sure her hips were angled just so, the hem of her white skort riding up a deliberate inch on her toned thigh. She wiggled them slightly, a small, practiced motion.
She drew the club back in a smooth, powerful arc and connected with a solid, satisfying crack. The ball became a white streak against the blue, flying straight and true down the imaginary fairway.
“Nice,” a male voice said from a few stations behind her.
Jane is a vibrant, silver-haired woman in her early 60s with a high sex drive and a talent for seduction. She has plump, round breasts, wide hips, and a dramatically curved waist that draws male attention wherever she goes.
She finally turned, letting the club rest casually on her shoulder. It was him. Margo was right. He was young, probably late twenties, with the broad shoulders and easy stance of a former athlete. His eyes were on her, not her ball.
“Thanks,” Jane said, her voice low and warm. “Just trying to keep up with the young guns.”
“Doesn’t look like you’re having any trouble,” he said, offering a grin. “I’m Derek.”
“Jane.” She held his gaze a beat too long before bending over slowly, deliberately, to pick up her tee. She knew exactly what the position did to the fabric of her skort, exactly the silhouette it created. She heard Margo’s barely suppressed giggle.
When she stood, Derek was meticulously arranging his own balls, his focus seeming suddenly intense.
A shrill, polished voice cut through the air. “Derek, honey, is this sunscreen supposed to feel so gross?” A blonde woman in head-to-toe pink—Brittany—was frowning at her hands, her plump lips in a perfected pout. Her large breasts strained against a pastel polo.
“It’s just tacky, Britt. It’s supposed to help,” Derek said, his tone patient.
“Well, it’s icky.” She noticed Jane. Her eyes, a cool blue, flickered over Jane’s silver hair, her fitted top, her exposed legs. A faint, competitive smirk appeared. “Oh, hello.”
“Hello there,” Jane said, her smile widening. “Love the outfit. Vibrant.”
“Derek bought it,” Brittany said, as if that explained everything. She hooked her arm through his. “We’re matching. It’s adorable.”
“It is,” Jane agreed. She turned back to her bag, pulling out a seven-iron. “Well, don’t let me keep you from your practice. Derek, maybe I’ll see you on the course sometime. I’m always looking for a good challenge.”
“Yeah,” Derek said, his eyes lingering. “Maybe so. We joined the weekly league."
"That's why I'm here today," Jane said flashing a smile at Derek and turned back to her clubs.
Jane could feel Brittany’s stare drilling into her back as she moved to hit her next shot. Margo sidled up, pretending to search for a club.
“Oh my god, she hates you already,” Margo breathed, delighted. “He’s totally looking. His girlfriend is a mannequin with a credit card.”
“She’s a child,” Jane murmured, aligning her shot. “Pretty, but empty. No game.” She swung, the iron sending a lower, controlled shot arcing through the air. “He’s bored. You can see it in his shoulders.”
“So what’s the play?”
“Patience, darling. This is a league. We have all summer.” Jane’s gaze followed Derek as he attempted to show Brittany the proper grip. Brittany was more interested in her phone. “He’s a golfer. He respects skill. I’ll beat him on the nine first. Then we’ll see about the other games he might like to play.”
Jane and Margo finished their warm up on the driving range and lugged their golf bags over to the golf carts reserved for league members.
"Derek sure looks delicious," Margo elbowed Jane's side.
"He would be an acceptable catch," Jane said brushing aside Margo's insinuation as she tightened the strap keeping her golf bag attached to the golf cart.
"Acceptable!" Margo blurted out. "He's gorgeous. I'd make a deal with the devil to baby trap that one."
Jane laughed, "Margo, you are too much. Let's get our group pairing-"
"And margaritas!" Margo cut her off.
"Yes, I could use a little swagger in my step today. Brittany is quite the obstacle, but I have a feeling that I can persuade him to stray."
"You are so bad," Margo said finishing the strap on her golf bag. The ladies walked towards a young man standing at a podium under an umbrella for shade.
"Welcome, ladies. Tee times?"
"We are the one-fifteen league time," Margo replied.
The young attendant looked down his roll, "Yup. One-Fifteen. Foursome: Margo & Jane versus Derek and Brittany. "
"Would you look at that!" Margo said turning to Jane.
"Small miracles," Jane said with a smirk. She turned to the attendant, "We are Margo and Jane."
"You are all set," he replied. "You still have 15 minutes until you tee off. Feel free to leave your equipment on the cart."
"We are heading to the bar for some swing juice. Thanks for watching our clubs, sweetie," Margo said with a smile.
Margo and Jane walked from the podium around the club house to the patio where the bar was located. The bar is staffed by a young woman in her twenties named Debra. She is thin, has blonde hair, blue eyes, and an innocent look about her that make the older men that surround the sport get hard whenever she says their name. She works the golf course bar during her college break. It's easy work and makes better tips than people expect- especially when you are a gorgeous young girl.
"Two double margaritas, Deb." Margo ordered for them both.
"Coming right up," Debra said and turned toward the bar. She mixed drinks quick, efficient, and most importantly, strong.
"Here ya go," Debra turned back with two tall margaritas garnished with lime wheels and salted rims.
"Here's my card," Jane gave Debra her debit card and took a sip of her drink. "Ah! Perfect, Debra. You make it just how I like it."
Debra returned with a receipt and Jane's card, "You should see me hit the golf ball. I might be small, but you'd be surprised how good my short game is. I've been practicing every afternoon."
"I'm sure you'd make an excellent partner, Debra" Jane said with a wink. Debra blushed and looked away from the confident and sexy Jane. Deep down Jane knew that Debra had a crush on her. She's been coming to this course for years and she knew when she was catching glimpses.
Margo stuffed five dollars into the tip jar. "Behave yourself, Deb."
With that Margo and Jane took their drinks and walked back towards where their bags awaited them in their designated golf carts. When they rounded the corner, they saw Derek and Brittany at the podium checking in for their round. Jane couldn't hear the conversation, but she saw Derek nod his head and turn towards where she and Margo were standing. She could swear she saw a smile flash across his face. The game was on.