"Oh, don't hold your breath, my dear. Marian's a rabid talker," George casually advised her. "If she finds someone to listen, she can go on for hours. If Ed knows how to look interested, we may not see them again until we leave."
"Until we leave?" Lynn cried out in alarm. "But -"
"I'm afraid you're stuck with me for the evening," McHenry shrugged, grinning at the same time, for he had a pretty good idea of what was going on between Waring and Marian right now, and it wasn't just conversation. "I'll tell you what though – I've figured out a way we can get you off ginger ale tonight without ruining your evening, if you like. They have a very rare drink here. It's delicious and it won't make you drunk. You'll just feel very nice and relaxed. I think you'd like it."
"Well, Ed made me promise…" she said slowly, indecision apparent on her pretty face. Then, she remembered that her husband had probably deserted her for the evening. "All right, George. If he's gone all the time, he's not going to know the difference, I guess," she finally agreed, trying to hide the sadness she felt at Ed's disappearance.
George was grinning smugly as he raised his hand to signal a waiter. If he knew women at all, this floor show and Waring's lengthy disappearance, combined with the potent aphrodisiac he was ordering right now, would have sweet little Lynn Waring flat on her back and her slim young legs spread wide in a matter of hours. When the waiter had hurried away, he leaned back contentedly, pondering the idea of Ed Waring's voluptuous wife's smooth slim legs wrapped tight around him as he shoved his cock into her and fucked her within an inch of her life. He was going to give her a ride she wouldn't forget for the rest of her life, he gloated to himself, pitying Marian for having to be satisfied with her young punk of a husband.
"Mmm, that's nice – sort of licorice, isn't it?" Lynn smiled over the drink the waiter had just brought to the table. The liquor was pale milky white and tasted smooth going down her throat. She lifted the glass again and took a larger sip. "It doesn't seem at all potent," she finally decided.
"That's right," George grinned slyly. "It won't make you dull and sleepy like most drinks. It just leaves a smooth and mellow feeling in you all the time you're drinking it. In fact, some people say they even get to feeling a little sexy when they drink it."
"W-what?" Lynn choked on the third gulp she had taken. God, that was the last thing she wanted to feel around George McHenry and now she was sorry that she had been drinking it so fast. "Maybe… maybe, this is a little too strong for me…"
"Oh, don't worry, my dear," McHenry laughed smoothly. "Do you feel like you're about to lose control of yourself? After all, you've already drunk half the glass!"
"No, I don't think so, George," Lynn couldn't help but giggle in return. The idea of any drink really making you feel "sexy" was absurd, she was sure.
"Well, then, you haven't got a thing to worry about," George assured her with a pat on the hand, grinning at his own bald-faced lie. He was the man who had tracked down the vintage liquor for the Executive Club and had arranged the special shipment that finally arrived that morning. From personal "research" he had conducted in Spain and France, McHenry knew that the real effects of this drink would not hit Lynn until later, probably when she least expected it, and he felt his prick lurch in his pants at the thought of watching this naively sweet little housewife when the drink started to heat her up. It took all his willpower to keep from reaching over and pulling her to the floor right that minute but he held himself back, knowing that it was going to be so much better when she was ripe and ready.
Suddenly, the room was filled with the gentle strains of the soft music that Lynn vaguely remembered from the show she had seen the other night at the club. She knew the floor show was just about to begin and, for a moment, she felt a flash of fear at having to sit through another one of these obscene exhibitions with McHenry beside her. But then, she relaxed, recalling that even though Ed wasn't with her, he was still right here in the building and the young woman was certain that his boss wouldn't dare try anything with her husband so close by.
"Hey, we'd better get back, Marian," Ed exclaimed as he looked at his wristwatch and realized that they'd been gone for over ten minutes. "Lynn's going to be worried and, even worse, your husband's going to think I've stolen you away."
He rose from the huge double bed on which he'd been sitting, in one of the two giant bedrooms on the second floor of the club. Across the room, however, Marian did not stir from the couch on which she sat, her long, shapely legs provocatively crossed under the thigh-high velvet mini-dress she wore.
"Don't be in such a hurry, Ed," the gorgeous redhead said quietly. "George can handle your wife and I can handle George. I've been wanting to meet you for a long time and I certainly don't want to hand you back to Lynn this quickly."
Ed stopped in his tracks and stared in surprise at the older woman whose "tour" had consisted of leading him up to this bedroom, then relaxing for a chat over a couple of drinks one of the waiters had brought up. He had felt her eyes locked tightly on him ever since they had been introduced this evening and now he was beginning to suspect that she was interested in something more stimulating than simple conversation.
"I – I really think we'd better go," Ed said hurriedly, flushing a little at the open invitation in the beautiful woman's green eyes. Though he had to admit that for a woman her age, or any age for that matter, Marian McHenry was really built, he was not prepared to ruin his whole career in one night by playing around with his boss's wife. George is probably wondering what's happened to us and I don't want -"
"George never wonders about me and he'll be wondering about you if I bring you back so quickly," she broke in with a smile. "He thinks I talk more than any woman on earth but it's not always gossip that keeps me busy, dear. Now, why don't you come over and sit beside me for a moment."
Nervously biting his lip, Ed walked slowly to where she was sitting and seated himself on the other end of the couch, but immediately, the seductively smiling woman slid over to sit so close that her long, bare thigh pressed tightly against his own trouser-clad leg. Ed tried to pull back a little, worried that a waiter or one of the members might come in, but he was already back up against the arm of the sofa. He had never experienced a problem like this before and wasn't exactly sure how he should respond. He knew he had to please both McHenry and his wife, but by pleasing her, he could have himself black-balled from every corporation in the country if her husband found out about what had happened.
"Don't be frightened, Ed," the beautiful woman whispered huskily into his ear. "It's all right, here."
Ed stiffened as he saw her slender fingers reach out over his trousers and begin to trace a light teasing path over the tops of his thighs. Even the heavy fabric of his trousers did nothing to dull his senses to her touch and he shuddered slightly as he felt her make contact with the softness of his penis. Breathing wetly into his ear, she worked her fingertips slowly and methodically over the fabric that covered the sleeping sex organ.
"Surprised?" she murmured as she felt the first slight stirrings of his rod beneath his pants.
"W-we shouldn't be doing this, Marian,… uh, Mrs. McHenry. It doesn't look too good and someone might come in," he gasped out, despite the constricting tightness in his throat.