He knew that his words were having the effect that he wanted. With keen interest he let his eyes rove over Sylvie's partially exposed breasts.
Her dress was not cut very low in front, but he could still see the full ripeness of her large creamy breasts, especially if he leaned over a bit. He moved over just a bit more, so that his thigh pressed close against hers beneath the table and launched into his story.
"I'll tell you a story about one politician I know… who shall of course remain anonymous. It didn't happen so very long ago really…"
Sylvie started to put her hands up to her ears, but she realized that nothing would stop Erick from telling his story. She could feel the words piercing her with their horrid meaning, and despite the efforts to block it all out, she could clearly visualize the events that Erick outlined.
"Well, you see, he asked to have this special girl sent up to the hotel room. She was just a secretary, new at that, but there was something fresh and innocent about her… not like the others who are always throwing themselves at you! This man told us… (there were two other men in the room) that he wanted to see just how dedicated she was, this new girl, and she came up trembling like a leaf, but obviously anxious to please. Couldn't have been more than 17 or 18, maybe younger and lying about her age. She was blonde… actually looked a bit like you, Sylvie, only younger. In any case, this man brought the young girl over behind the desk where he was sitting and brought out a package of pictures for her to look at. Well, Sylvie, each one was dirtier than the next. Every position in creation was happening in those pictures, and there were those nasty full close-ups of genitals… you know the ones that really get to you!
Well, In tell you they really got to that little girl. She blushed and then she blanched, and then she tried not to look at them, but this man he kept forcing her to look. By this time his arm was around her waist and he was holding her fast up against his chair, mailing her look at those dirty pics. Well, it wasn't long before the girl realized that something was expected of her and she seemed stunned by the knowledge, slumping in a semi-swoon against this famous politician, and looking at each picture that was presented to her with a slack open mouthed expression. Then we noticed that her expression was gradually changing to one of excitement. We didn't know exactly why from where we were sitting but her face began to show unmistakable traces of passion and she began to breathe hard. Then the man beckoned us closer and moving around the side of the desk, much to the young blonde girl's consternation, we were able to see that he had pulled her short skirt up slightly and had inserted his finger under the leg band of her pink nylon panties. He was softly stroking the little narrow moist slit of her hair-covered vagina. You could see it, Sylvie, glistening with wet between her spread legs as the man suddenly shoved his finger upward worming it into the tight little pussy as high as he could go!"
Sylvie held her breath. It was hard for her to believe that she was sitting in the stodgy protectiveness of the club. That there were others nearby who were totally unaware of what was happening, of the horror story that Erick was forcing her to listen to about a man she could only assume was her husband. She tried to believe that it wasn't a true story… but it seemed so realistic that she was inwardly certain that it was! She could feel her body begin to twitch and instinctively she pressed her thighs tight together, feeling as she did so, Erick's leg follow hers, pressing close again.
She hadn't noticed it there until this point, and then, the alcohol circulating lazily in her veins seemed to create a lethargy in her limbs, so that she could not imagine why she had started to feel a slight tingle in her belly that was working its way down slowly to the sensuous point between her tightly pressing thighs. She knew that she ought to move her leg away from her brother-in-law's but she had to wait until the excitement in her loins subsided. It was puzzling to feel the two sensations at work inside her, acute jealousy about her husband and that girl, and yet a strange arousal at the lewd impact of the story.
"I must be drunker than I thought," she realized. But there was nothing much she could do about it. Outwardly at least, she still remained prim and proper. Anyone seeing her would not have guessed at the extent to which things were slipping away inside her. All the shoring up was sliding down and she was weak and defenseless against the deep emotions that swirled in her frustrated body.
"Shall I continue?" Erick asked, looking around at the posh surroundings of the club. No one could see them, of that much he was certain, and his own lustful impulses were driving him to continue beyond the point at which he'd thought he might stop. Without waiting for his captive audience to reply, Erick went on, beginning as he spoke, a steady sliding of his leg against Sylvie's silk encased thigh.
"When the man tired of finger fucking the little creature, and her whimpering began to get to him, he roughly grabbed her up and marched her over to the couch in the corner. There he sat down and stood her in front of him, pulling her shirt to expose the flimsy pink panties that encased her round tight little buttocks and the tender split of her baby-cunt."
"Tears began streaming from her eyes and she was begging him to stop and let her go. But the man pointed out to her that since she had obviously been aroused by his finger, they might as well continue. He promised her all sorts of things… special jobs with the organization, even a raise in salary. Those girls hardly get anything you know. Well, she protested and seemed hurt that he would even suggest such a thing and finally she began to tearfully remove her clothing. She stripped everything from her young budding body and the man did the same. I must admit Sylvie that we did too, the whole thing was just too exciting for words!"
"Well, there he was standing there with his big hard-on standing out like a tree trunk in front of him. I won't mention the size of mine… you've seen it any way haven't you, Sylvie?" Erick's leg rubbed insistently against hers, and his hand dropped to the edge of her skirt beneath the table.
"The girl finished dropping her panties to the floor and stood before an of us, her arms covered her firm young tits. She had soft golden hair covering her little cunt and the base of her belly was white and soft."
"The man pulled her up on the couch with him. He lay on his back and forced her to straddle his nakedness. The round whiteness of her buttocks was visible to all as she was poised directly over the hardness of his long cock. She sobbed as he put his hands underneath her and began to guide his own pack toward the tiny moist open lips of the young girl's baby cunt. We could see him moving it up and down in the moist glistening slit for a moment moving through the soft pubic hair, and she was crying out and saying she'd never done it before and we were standing jerking off as best we could a few feet away when he ground his hips upward and pulled her down on his pile-driving cock!"
Sylvie's eyes were round saucers and she knew that she ought to scream and tear herself away from the serpent-like fascination of her brotherin-law's words. She could feel his fingers rising on her leg, moving upward toward the nakedness of her upper thigh, beyond the place where her black garter belt held her stockings. But the rum had had a strangely tranquilizing effect upon her and instead she sat frozen in immobility, helplessly aroused by the feel of Erick's fingers and by his thigh so close to hers. She tried, nonetheless to turn away, managing only to move her head. Looking out and over the other people who were some distance away in the bar of the club, she found herself visualizing her husband with another girl… the one in the story.