"Good!" she blurted out.
Grotter cleared his throat and stirred uneasily on his seat. He was enjoying the whole thing immensely. Ron Cassidy had promised him something special… something along the lines that he seemed to know that the older man would like. Now, Grotter was more than pleased to see that the promise was of a much more exciting nature than he would have imagined. It was easy to get girls in Washington. Call girls were thick as flies, and there was always some little willing thing around if you didn't want to pay. But Arlene Pickering… that was something else entirely! To see the beautiful and intelligent woman beginning to sprawl down in her seat, right there across from him, her eyes mere slits as she entered into a passionate state that was obviously complete and intense… now that was a show! To know that Ron Cassidy was at that moment fingering the tight hidden split of this proud and exciting young woman was enough to drive him crazy. He leaned forward in his seat watching Arlene's expression with a growing interest, and noting the motions of Ron's arm as he manipulated his hand beneath Arlene's dress.
He could feel his already hard cock lurching between his legs as he thought admiringly of the audacity the young Cassidy brother had… to set such a thing up right in the back room of La Fourchette! He had to hand it to him though, he really knew how to get a fellow! He had heard tales about Ron, about how the young lawyer would stop at nothing to get what he wanted for his older brother. Well, now he was getting a taste of it himself, and he found it entirely to his liking! Life was a dull affair at best, and he always liked to add as much spice to his own as possible. This was the kind of spice that made him think that it was all worthwhile!
Ron was speaking calmly to the thoroughly aroused brunette now, and Grotter tried to catch all of his words. He could only get a few here and there, but they were enough for him to get the picture. He was exciting Arlene not only through his intimate touching between her legs, but by his lewd words.
"… know you finger-fucking… my fingers are fucking your tight little cunt… squirm it… wiggle it… ugh! ugh! Is that high enough for you… oh God, you feel good up in there! Don't you wish it were my cock instead of my fingers? You know you like fucking better than anything… Senator Grotter knows it too… If you want me to I'll fuck you now…"
With each word, Arlene seemed to lose more and more control of herself.
Grotter could see her spreading her legs wider, and he leaned over farther in hopes of seeing something. It was then that Ron pushed the table back, and throwing up Arlene's skirt with a sudden motion, invited the older man to watch what his fingers were doing. Arlene whimpered, then shrugged briefly, but the idea that she was being lewdly exposed to this awful man-but at the same time serving "the cause"-created a characteristic surge of masochistic enjoyment that increased her emotion to such an extent that she groaned out loud.
The pinkly glistening folds of her exposed pussy were plainly visible to Grotter now as he stared intently at the dark hair-fringed "vee" up between Arlene's widely separated legs. Ron had flicked back the narrow elastic legband of her panties so that the entire naked surface of his comely assistant's thoroughly aroused pussy was visible, and his bunched-together fingers could be seen lewdly rising up into the tightly clenching orifice of her vagina, appearing and disappearing as he thrust again and again up into her willingly open cunt.
"Christ, Man!" Grotter exclaimed. "You've really got her going!" His lust-aroused cock was aching for a taste of that elegant cunt, but he didn't want to say anything yet. Ron obviously had the whole thing thought out; he would let him set the pace.
Ron would stop whenever he thought Arlene was about to cum. He did not want that yet. He wanted to keep her teetering on the brink of a cataclysmic release, to arouse her so much that she would mindlessly obey him. He had done it before in private, and he knew that it worked.
She had become an expert in satisfying his every whim, and in that manner satisfying her own. This would be the first performance before another person, but he knew she would do well. She had been well trained.
"Come on!" he said to her. "Hurry up and strip and I'll fuck the shit out of you!"
With only a second's hesitation Arlene stood up. She wavered as she looked over at the alert and deeply reddened face of Senator Grotter, but she realized that she would be able to go through with it now. It would be worth it to feel Ron fucking her, to obey him so well that he fucked her into a state of ecstatic delirium. She would do as he said, Grotter had little to do with it, really. She and Ron were performing a ritual which was a Part of their love-making, a ritual that thrilled her beyond anything she had ever felt!
She stood near the table, there in the back room of the restaurant, and began to slip out of her clothes.
Grotter watched with bulging eyes. He had only imagined what a gorgeous body Arlene possessed, but now he saw. She was smiling at Ron with a loving expression, and Grotter valued this experience all the more because it was common knowledge in Washington that the two were ardent lovers and had been for some time.
It's like someone sharing his wife win you! he thought, growing more and more excited.
Her suit top and blouse were gone now and she stood in her skirt and white lace brassiere, her shapely calves encased in tight-fitting brown leather. Her full, cream-like thighs came enticingly into view as she stepped out of her skirt and half-slip next. The beige tone of her long nylon stockings, held in place by a dainty white lace-trimmed garter belt, blended subtly with the soft ivory of her naked loins.
Suddenly to Ron it was as if he and Arlene were alone in the room. She was playing strictly to him, while Grotter faded even from his peripheral vision. Before him, Arlene's brassiere unclasped from the front and fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers, and the full beauty of her firmly ripe breasts swung into freedom. His swollen penis throbbed as he took in their enchanting splendor! They rested high and proud in the artificial light of the restaurant and their quivering pink nipples stood out on the creamy half-spheres, peaking higher as she raised her arms over her head in a provocative motion that was meant to lure him.
Damn! What a talent the girl had! Ron had to admit it to himself. She was everything he had always wanted in a woman, and more. He stared at her standing there in just her high-heeled boots, stockings and garter belt, and the thin wisp of sheer white panties. Then, to his amazement and without another word of instruction from him, she turned her back to him and, bending over, slowly drew her silky panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and lushly rounded buttocks. She brushed them sensuously against her smooth white thighs and calves and finally discarded them at her feet beside her skirt.
Arlene stretched languidly, as though she had been stripping all her life, and then with a deliberate teasing motion turned to face the two men. Nearly all of her nakedness was now voluptuously exposed, from her high rounded breasts to the soft dark-brown hair-covered mound of her quivering young pussy. The tiny garter belt and stockings she still wore concealed nothing from their eager gaze.
Ron turned to look at Grotter and saw the entranced Senator rubbing his hand across the front of his pants. A swollen bulge betrayed the existence of his hotly pulsing erection, and Ron felt a thrill of power as he ascertained that Arlene's performance was having the desired effect.
Arlene was dancing now, swaying sensuously back and forth before the two men in lewd countertime to the piped-in music. She pranced nakedly, her breasts dancing and her buttocks bouncing softly as she turned to present their ripely swelling fullness to the watching pair.
"Come here, honey," Ron said huskily. "Let us have a closer look at you."