Who Is Jack Winter?
He heard his name called but his body was incapable of movement.
A hand violently shook his shoulder from behind. He opened his eyes.
“Jack, for fucks sake, it’s almost eight. I need to go!”
Jack Winter looked around the room. His eyes trying to focus. It felt as though a bee had stung his nose and throat. He was aware of a woman getting out of his bed and putting on clothes.
“Don’t just lay there you moron! Call me a cab, I need to get home!”
He rubbed his eyes and turned to face her. For a split second she stopped dressing and looked straight at him.
“Jesus, you look like shit.”
He didn’t argue for two reasons. Firstly, he couldn’t speak and secondly the woman was probably right. His right hand reached over to a bedside table and picked up his mobile. He dialled a number and gave the phone to the woman.
“Urgent cab please. From 124 Belmont Place going over to Wandsworth.”
Then quickly added.
“On Mister Jack Winters account.”
He vaguely heard her say something about helping herself to her fee from his wallet. He didn’t care, she could take what she liked. The company would end up paying for her anyway. Seconds later he heard the front door slam shut.
Thank fuck, she was gone.
He heaved his heavy bulk up from the bed and sat up straight. His fat belly covering his manhood. He urgently needed to urinate but the effort seemed too great. He reasoned that pissing in his pants whilst sitting on the bed wasn’t a great option and was a lot less disgusting than pissing on the bathroom floor. He knew he’d never make it all the way to the toilet. He was right. With his pants around his ankles he waddled his way along the hallway and started to piss just as he opened the bathroom door. Fucking prostate!
His cock spun around like an out of control garden hose, spraying warm pee everywhere. Eventually he managed to grab it and point it at the basin. He stood there for a full ten minutes. His eyes were open but saw nothing. He heard his phone ring. Fuck, it was in the bedroom.
He walked out of the bathroom pulling up his wet pants as he did so. He answered the call but didn’t speak. A voice spoke to him.
“Sir, you told me to call you at eight o’clock so that’s what I’m doing. The car will come for you in an hour.”
He mumbled “Phanks.” Then switched the phone off.
He had an hour. An hour to get himself ready for the day ahead. An hour to become the person that everyone thought he was.
Coffee. That’s what he needed, strong black coffee then a cold shower. He fired up the expresso machine in his kitchen and waited. The three minutes it took seemed like a lifetime. Once poured he drank it down. It was hot but he didn’t care. Three cups took nine minutes. The caffeine was like a shot of vodka and hit his system in the same way. He felt the buzz, the rush. He was almost ready.
He walked back along the hallway and into the bathroom, he slipped on the piss on the floor. He sat there for a moment and looked around him. His name was Jack Winter, he was forty six years old, divorced twice, had just spent four hundred and fifty quid on a hooker and was now sitting in a puddle of his own piss. He laughed. Who the fuck was he?
He stood up, took off his pants and walked into the shower. He turned on the cold tap. The freezing water make his entire body shiver. He didn’t bother with shampoo or soap, just let the ice cold water cleanse him. After a few minutes he turned off the tap and stepped out. As he was drying himself he noticed something on the windowsill. A small plastic pouch with tablets inside. It was like seeing an old friend again after a few years apart. He didn’t know the names for these pills. He really didn’t care. He just knew that after taking them he felt on top of the world. Blues and greens was what he called them because of their colours. She must have brought them with her last night. The girls usually did. They knew what he liked and they knew he didn’t care what he paid.
He poured a glass of water and swallowed the pills. It would take about twenty minutes for them to kick in but when they did WOW!
He stood in front of the mirror naked. The sight before him wasn’t pretty. His body was out of control. His waist was now three inches bigger than his chest. Luckily he could afford to have his shirts and suits made for him. The company paid of course, everything went down as expenses. He grabbed a white shirt out of the wardrobe and a blue tie. He put on a clean pair of pants and then chose a dark blue pinstriped suit. Socks and black brogues completed the outfit.
He slicked his hair back with gel and squirted after shave onto his hands. He slapped his cheeks hard with both palms. The tablets had kicked in. He was ready. Jack Winter now felt like he was King Of the world.
He put on his Omega wristwatch and saw that the time was ten to nine. Perfect. He had a meeting with some chink at the office at nine thirty. The car would be downstairs and he had only a short distance to travel.
He closed the door of his company paid flat, walked down a flight of stairs and into the cold fresh air. The black car was waiting as always. He walked towards it and smiled at the middle aged man in the dark suit that was standing by the open back door. The man spoke to him with a slight northern accent.
“Good morning Minister. You have a meeting with the Chinese ambassador at the house in thirty minutes.”
“Thank you Roger. Best be on our way then.”
He sat in the back of the Limousine and smiled. Jack Winter had now become the person they all wanted him to be.