She watched as Erick walked up to her cousin and whispered something into her ear. Arlene wondered what he was saying.
"Did my brother give you a good hard fucking last night?" Erick whispered into his sister-in-law's ear, knowing that she would not flinch or push him away from her with all those people watching curiously.
"Because if not, you know where you can always get a good taste of cock. Say the word and I'll stick it up in your cunt so high it will choke you!"
Sylvie smiled her most radiant smile, but her heart was beating fearfully and it cost her a lot in terms of nerves to control the tone of her voice as well as the violence with which she wanted to respond to her brother-in-law's lewd words.
"You're not good enough to lick my shoes!" she said softly to him as though they were discussing the weather. She would deny it all to the end. She must pretend, even to herself that it had not been she out there on the dunes, obscenely masturbating, watching like some depraved voyeur, the sexual antics of her play-boy brother-in-law.
She moved swiftly away from him toward the waiting crowd. People moved in to greet her as Erick fell back. In spite of what he knew was his upper hand in the little cat and mouse game that he was playing with Sylvie, he felt a burning anger at her words. That she would dare talk to him like that after what he'd seen her doing!!
"Well, we'll see who licks whose shoes!" he thought to himself as he left the house. "That bitch!
Tim Cassidy was in top form. The speech had gone well and they had raised several thousand dollars in one night with a standard dinner of peas and chicken. He was very pleased. He turned to his smiling docile wife who was seated next to his youngest brother, leaning over he spoke, "Erick why don't you take Sylvie home. Maybe you should take her to the club first. You look like you could use a drink!" he added to Sylvie, noting her ashen expression, "I'll be home late tonight… have a little fun!" He kissed her tenderly upon the cheek and was already disappearing with his brother Ron and several familiar faces of his entourage. They were headed for the meeting that Sylvie knew would take place immediately after the banquet dinner. With horror, she realized that her husband was sending her off with Erick, when all she asked was to be as far away from the youngest member of the clan as she could possibly get.
But Erick was already eagerly propelling her beyond the smoke-filled room and out into the night air where a chauffeur waited patiently.
Although Sylvie realized that she could easily be firm with her spoiled brother-in-law, telling him that she intended to go home and nowhere else, she decided that she must not show her weakness by letting him know just how afraid of him she was. Now would be the time that she would have to meet with him and prove herself the stronger of the two.
As Erick installed himself in the limousine beside her, she spoke to the chauffeur, not waiting for Erick's instructions.
"Take us to the club, Ben, will you?" she said in her pleasantest voice. Then settling back she turned to Erick noting with approval his surprised expression. She knew that he had expected her to protest.
"I do feel the need of a drink after that dreadful dinner. Don't you?" she asked, arching her finely drawn eyebrows.
The doorman at the club bowed and scraped as they swept in the door, and after the usual number of heads had turned the famous brother and sister-in-law were seated in the private booth reserved for members of the family. It was a very pleasant spot, giving a perfect view of everything that went on in the small room, but screened off in such a way that little could be seen of them. They sat in comfortable chairs that were molded together to give the appearance of an ordinary bar booth. That was their charm. But they were far removed from the hard wood and plastic of their distant cousins.
Although Sylvie did not otherwise betray just how nervous she was, she did consume three frozen daiquiris, one right after the other, while Erick was still working on his second Jack Daniels and water.
Erick was waiting for her to show some sign of inebriation, having decided to go along with her for a while at least. He too could pretend that they were the best of relatives… Tim Cassidy's wife and Tim Cassidy's brother having a friendly drink at the most elite club within a 500 mile radius. Certainly nothing wrong with that.
"Well, I think I'd like to be getting back now… rigid schedule tomorrow, you know!" Sylvie said. She had downed that last daiquiri a little too fast, and she could feel her head whirling. Mentally she cursed herself for having had so many so fast, she knew that she could take quite a few daiquiris in a night, but only if she spaced them carefully. Her nervous state had not allowed her to do so, and now she was paying for it.
She was not very surprised when Erick drawled, "Oh I think I'll have another, dear sister-in-law, and I'll order one more for you too!"
Sylvie remained silent. She didn't feel that she should say too much, she was afraid she might blurt out something unwise. When the drinks came she began to sip hers silently, while Erick began to speak.
"You know, I'm glad that we have this little time together," he began easily. "You're a reasonable woman… one who really knows the facts of life!" he said, winking unpleasantly at her.
Sylvie was silent. Desperately she tried to keep taking deep breaths, hoping the intake of air would sober her up.
"I mean you know the kind of things that happen on the road!"
What was he getting at? Sylvie wondered angrily. Why had she been foolish enough to believe she could get through an hour or so alone with this odious man? She was thankful though that at least thus far she had somehow set the tone of the evening so that he used no lewd profanities with her. In fact he was very polite… much too polite.
Erick had thought about what he was going to say to her when he got a chance to do so. He had thought about it all day in fact. Now, it was a pleasure to him to see the young blonde woman jump in her seat as he casually mentioned, "You know how those little girls are always aching to take down their panties for a famous cock. A man can't always refuse!"
Sylvie felt something like a knife turning inside her, but she tried to keep her voice steady as she replied…
"Of course not," she said uneasily. She wanted to jump up and run from the room, but she knew that she and Erick must leave the place together, besides, she was hoping that she could sober up some before she had to stand up. Her vision had started to blur a little at the sides and the funny whirring sensation in her head had not let up.
"I don't really blame my brother," Erick continued.
Which brother was he talking about? But Sylvie knew full well that her unpleasant brother-in-law was trying to taunt her… trying to get her all upset by telling her some story about her husband, his oldest brother, Tim. Probably lies… he was probably making it all up just to upset her!
But, she thought with sudden clarity, "Why else would he show so little interest in me?" The previous explanation that her husband's exceedingly rough schedule both mentally and physically gave him little time to think of such things, seemed a vague pipe dream that Sylvie had made up for herself in order to avoid the true facts. He was unfaithful to her with other women!
Erick's voice droned on and on, and Sylvie could easily visualize her handsome husband… too handsome for his own good, and certainly for hers… sleeping with those girls… all those horrid little creatures who adored him and his brothers… putting his hands up their skirts… letting them fondle him… Making love with them!
After all, she reasoned, forgetting and taking another sip of the drink in front of her, she had once been one of those girls herself. She'd been working in the young district attorney's office, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as the saying went. She knew just how Tim Cassidy operated. Hadn't he come up behind her one day and kissed her gently on the ear, letting his hands brush casually across her breasts? Just enough to enflame her, to make her want him more than she had ever wanted anything in the world! In spite of herself she emitted a groan, and Erick sitting nearby moved a little closer to her and smiled.