"Oh, didn't I tell you?" she laughed in a low throaty voice. "I reserved this room for the evening. No one will bother us. Certainly not George – he's too tied up with your wife and that champagne bottle."
"But Lynn -" he protested, suddenly concerned for his wife alone with this woman's husband.
"Your sweet little wife's perfectly safe with him, believe me," she lied smoothly. "Unless, of course, she has hot pants. I've never known George to turn down a lady's request."
Ed couldn't help but smile at the idea of Lynn having "hot pants" for George McHenry, the man she obviously despised. But, he quickly sobered again at the thought of what Marian was proposing. It was just too dangerous and he knew he had to get out of this room before she began to think he was really agreeable to her unbelievable proposition. Even though he wished Lynn could take some lessons on how to handle a man from this sexy redhead, he had never been unfaithful to his blonde wife and certainly didn't want to start now. That was one complication he simply couldn't afford in his life right now.
"Listen, Marian, I'm a married man," he stammered in a whisper. "A-and you're married too!"
"Makes it a little more interesting, don't you think?" she grinned. Then her expression became more serious as she went on. "You know, I'm the one who first suggested you for that promotion. I saw you at that last cocktail party and I knew right away that you had to get a membership to the club so we could have the chance to be alone together, just like right now. Would you mind that so much, Ed?"
Ed's words froze in his throat. He was so startled by the sudden revelation of Marian's role in his career that he was completely tongue-tied. It was hard to believe that she had used enough influence on her husband to make him consider Ed for the vice-presidency and yet that would explain why he had been considered at all, when there were so many older, more experienced men in the corporation.
"George does anything I tell him, dear," Marian broke the silence as if reading his thoughts. "And I mean that. If we play it right, you'll be in that executive suite before you know it. That's your big dream, isn't it?"
As she spoke, she continued to slide her hand gently over the crotch of his trousers, chuckling softly as she felt him involuntarily hardening under her fingertips.
"I know you like it, Ed," she breathed into his ear. "Why fight it? You can't lose on me, dear…"
"Marian, we just can't do it," he said in almost a pleading tone. "I could never face George and Lynn again if we did."
"Well, then, let's have one more drink brought up and then we'll go down and see how our mates are getting along," she sighed. "But, if they don't miss us, you have to promise to at least come back up here and talk to me. After all, I've put a lot of work into getting you alone. I should at least get some conversation out of it."
Marian's smile was so charming that Ed didn't see how he could turn down such an innocent request. He nodded his head after a momentary pause, then watched as she rose to walk to the telephone beside the bed. He couldn't help but notice the full rounded moons of her buttocks joggling provocatively under her dress and he caught his breath for a moment as he felt his cock jump in his pants. He was going to have to watch himself this evening, he suddenly realized. This woman was dynamite and he didn't want her to blow up his marriage and his career.
"Hello, Bert?" Marian murmured softly into the telephone receiver as the doorman answered downstairs. "I'd like two more drinks up here… no, not the same. I think we'd like some of that special Spanish liqueur that arrived this morning – the one George ordered…"
CHAPTER 5
Lynn sat, stiff with shock, as she watched what was happening on the stage before her. She was no longer aware of the people around her, but gazed as if mesmerized by the sight of the writhing naked girl on the bed that had appeared a few moments earlier, when the curtains on the stage were pulled back. Unaware that George was watching her every movement, the tiny blonde drained the remains of the first glass of the pale green liquor he had ordered, then gratefully took a sip of the refill that had been placed on the table before them by an attentive waiter.
Lynn had never before seen anything like she was viewing right now, never even heard of such a thing except in whispered conversations with girlfriends when she was still in school, and now she sat wide-eyed, unable to tear her gaze away from the girl on the stage. It was a different girl than Lynn had seen the first night she had come to the Executive Club, but one just as young and lovely, and Lynn had wondered, when the curtains first were drawn, how they persuaded such youthful, innocent-looking girls to participate in these sordid exhibitions. The lovely blonde had wondered too if she would be able to sit through another one of these shows, but now she was so involved in what the girl on the stage was doing to herself that Lynn had even forgotten that George was still sitting beside her.
On the raised platform before them, a beautiful black-haired girl lay on a narrow bed with the whole of her lush young body unclothed and exposed to the spectators in the audience. When the "floor show" had first begun, the girl had appeared to be fast asleep, tossing and mumbling as if she were caught up in a dream. But, then, she had started to wriggle more lasciviously as though under the caresses of some unknown lover and her hands had begun dancing over her prostrate body as if the dark-haired girl no longer controlled them. Finally, they had slipped lightly down over her flat, ivory belly, coming to rest together at the vee of her soft, down-covered pubic mound. The girl had groaned and rolled over to her back at the first contact of her own fingers against the moist slit between her thighs. Now with a deeper groan, she pulled her knees up until her toes barely brushed the sheets, then let her thighs fall wide apart, exposing to the spellbound onlookers the damp glistening pink furrow between.
George McHenry felt his young neighbor jump slightly from the sudden unexpected display of the girl's hot, wet pussy and, in a seemingly protective gesture, he slipped his arm around her shoulders, dangling his hand over the front until his fingertips brushed softly against the tip of her breast. After seeing her response to the show, he was growing more confident by the second and lewd, obscene pictures of the things he would do to her soft young body once it had reached the stage of helpless submission began to run in lust-inciting-series through his mind. Knowing Marian, he knew that there was no way this little blonde's young husband was going to get away from that hot body of hers for at least a couple of hours, and once sweet innocent Mrs. Waring lost control of herself, George planned to take advantage of every minute they had. She'd know she'd been fucked when he finished with her, he gloated to himself.
On the stage, the girl was slowly and tenderly worming her middle finger into the moist throbbing hole between her legs, forcing it downward until it was completely imbedded in the tight, smooth passageway, at the same time stroking at the tiny bud-like clitoris with another finger. Lynn gasped as she felt McHenry's hand wrap itself around her breast, squeezing it gently in time to the sensuous movements of the girl on the bed as her slender finger slipped in and out smoothly between the lubricated lips of her vagina. The petite blonde in the audience was afraid to look at the man beside her, was hypnotized into immobility by the scene taking place before her. Lynn's lips formed an "O" of undisguised astonishment as the dark-haired girl's face contorted with the effort of her manipulations and she thrust another finger past the rosy edges of her moist cunt, widening the lips as she rotated the inserted fingers in sensual abandon. Suddenly with a deep growl from deep in her chest, the girl worked another finger into her ravenously hungry pussy, heaving her hips madly upward to meet each stroke of her pounding hand. The three fingers disappeared between the warm, hair-lined pussy-lips with a soft, sucking noise and a deep moan of pleasure purred from the girl's throat.