Chapter 9

The event was at the Four Seasons. It was everything you would think of. A band was playing, everyone was dressed up in their finest. There was an open bar and a table or rows of tables with items to be auctioned off. Some were small items and some were very high end. Adam had bought a table that had seats for ten people. That meant we had seven others joining us.

I was introduced to a few people before Adam got into a conversation that got a little deep with one guy. I needed another drink and went to find the bar. The lady in front of me seemed really pissed off. She was nice looking and was in her mid thirties if I had to guess.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

Turing to look at me she said, “No, he said his wife was going to be out of town but she came back and now I’m here alone and don’t even have a table to sit at.”

“You can sit at my table.”

“You have a table?”

“Technically I guess I only have half a table. My business partner would have the other half. 50/50 you know.”

Before she could reply the bartender asked what we were drinking. I replied, “I’ll have a double gin and tonic with a lime on the rocks in a tall glass. She’ll have a Kir Royale.”

As the bartender went to work the woman turned to me and said, “A Kir Royale? Really? I’ve never had one and don’t know if I’ll like it.”

“If not I’ll drink it and you can have my gin and tonic.”

“I think I’m going to need something a little stronger.”

“And two double shots of rye, neat.”

That got a whole eyebrow rise out of her. “Now you’re trying to get me drunk.”

“If you get tired or horny, I’ll get a room for us. Don’t worry.”

“Should I even ask how old you are? I feel like a cradle robber here.”

“Don’t ask me my age and I won’t ask you to point out the guy that stood you up or kick his ass to defend your honor.”

“I have no honor. I’m the other girl, the mistress.”

“You must be good at it to get invited to such a fancy event. I’m sure he had his reasons; like he can’t afford a divorce.” We were back at my table and we set down the drinks. I pulled out a chair for her. She looked at the card on the stand in the center of the table. We were in the front row, which meant that Adam splurged and made a nice donation.

“You work for D&B? We’re your bank. I work in commercial accounts.”

“I don’t know if I work for them. I just opened the European office but I don’t know what my title is.”

“Do you know Adam? He’s the owner.”

“Yeah, he invited me to hang out here tonight.” I lifted my glass of Rye and we toasted before knocking them back in one big gulp. As I set my glass down, I saw Tiffany nudge Adam and nod our way. They both walked our way.

He stood and looked down at me. “Are you having a good time?”

“We’re just getting started but we’re headed in the right direction.”

“Who’s with you?”

“This is my PO.”

“Your parole officer?”

“No, my plus one. You can’t be alone on new years.”

“Nick, can I talk to you?”

“I thought we were but we can go somewhere and talk in private. Excuse us. Tiffany, don’t drink my whole drink. Small sips.”

Tiffany took my seat as I walked over to the auction table with Adam.

“Do you know who that is?”

“She’s a lady here alone. She works at our bank and was kind of dumped when she got here and her date’s wife came back into town early. I’m helping her and her guy save face and not be just a tag along for you and Tiffany.”

“I only have ten seats at our table and I gave away seven of them.”

“I’ll go sit at her table. She had a ticket to get in the place. She must have a seat.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Not yet. I’m holding a nice buzz but a couple more shots and I could make the leap.”

“I enjoy watching you work. It isn’t a secret that she’s the mistress of the head of commercial banking at Chase in Boston.”

“So he works for me and so does she. I hear that we’re a couple shares shy of a board seat. This should be fun.”

“We don’t owe them any money so go have fun but as Tiffany said when we were getting ready, we need to hear some of Nick’s stories. Do you see anything you want to bid on?”

“Is there a room at the hotel up for auction? I hate to take a piss in public bathrooms. Guys are always checking out my junk.”

“We can see. Here’s a round trip flight to London, first class.”

“So you want me to come back? I thought you were upset with me.”

“Nah, You are the one that makes us smile.”

“Do you know my date’s name?”

“Monique. I don’t know if her mother gave her that one or she picked it up along the way. Where did you meet her?”

“At the bar. She laughed when I ordered her a Kir Royale. So I had to get us some Rye Whiskey to save my man card.”

“A weeklong sailboat charter in the Bahamas.”

“I don’t know when I could get away.”

“Is there anything you want to bid on?”

“I could use a new chair for my dorm room.”

“A nice bottle of 50-year-old scotch, Dalmore 30.”

“We can drink it the day we sell or retire.”

“Sounds good. They will have some things that they auction live. Bid if you want. It all goes to a very good charity.”

Adam put down a nice bid on the whiskey and we went back to the table. I told Monique that I needed to sit at her table since we only had ten chairs but I would see her after dinner. She protested but I told her that I’d have fun and for her not to worry. Tiffany told her that I’d be more than okay.

I carried my drink to the table when they flashed the lights to let everyone know that dinner would soon be served. There was one empty seat and I took it and sat down. No one was expecting me and they all looked surprised. I just said, “Hello and happy new year to you all.”

The woman to my left said, “Hello, I’m Tina and this is my husband, Mark. I’m in Legal.”

“Nice to meet you.”

The man past the woman to my right said, “I’m Paul and this is my wife, Corrie. I run commercial banking.”

“It’s nice to meet you both. I’m Nick Duke. Chase on my mother’s side. I’m just a shareholder but we ran out of chairs at my table so I offered to move here for dinner. I’m the D in D&B software. Adam Buckley is the B. I run the European division. This is my first charity event here in Boston but I did attend some pretty fun parties when I went to school nearby.”

When I mentioned my name and position as a customer they all became very friendly. Paul was obviously the cheat and his wife; Corrie was the wife that came back to town early. “What part of Europe do you live in? I just got back from there.”

“I live north of London but have an office near Covent Gardens. I flew in yesterday but was at my home in Bermuda for a week or so before coming to the states.”

“I was in Paris but love to go to London.”

“Maybe we’re paying your husband too much if you are jet setting more than me.” There was some small laughter around the table and a few head nods.

The dinner was good. Nothing I’d pay more than ten bucks for in a restaurant but it was okay. It was kind of bland. I placed my hand on Corrie’s thigh and leaned closer to her. “Could you please pass me the salt and pepper?” She looked at me and smiled. She reached in front of her and passed me the shakers. I gave her thigh a little squeeze and thanked her.

I looked around the table as people talked and wondered if I was the tenth, who was the other single. There were five women and with me included there were five men. I asked Tina who the other people at the table were. We were talking quietly.

“The bank president and his wife. The head cashier and her husband.” She got a little closer. “The woman on the other side of my husband you may remember from a party a couple years back when I first met you.”

“We’ve met before? Was I drunk?”

“No but you were busy. I remember you sending a woman to the hospital and rescuing a girl she was using.”

“I’m sorry I don’t remember you.”

“That story is told often. I think it grows a little every time that it’s told but I was there and saw how you handled everything. I was very impressed. Kaley is next to my husband and one that we share.”

“So my chair was supposed to be empty?”

“No, another couple backed out when their son got sick. Paul’s wife came back to town so he grabbed one and I brought Kaley so she could be with us.”

“I came alone but ran into an upset woman in the line at the bar.”

“That would be Monique. I was hoping to see what happened when they all sat together. I left this chair free when we sat down to have a front row seat. There are at least two other people here from the party I met you at. We all have rooms at the hotel if you find someone.”

“Kaley looks lovely but I would hate to have my jaw broken like the woman at your party.”

“It could be arranged.”

I was done eating and sat back as the wait staff took my plate and silverware from me. As she did I said, “Can I get a cup of coffee and some cream or better yet a shot of Baileys?” The woman nodded as she carried the empty dishes.

Corrie said to me, “You will probably have to go to the bar to get the liquor.”

Again, I rested my hand on her thigh. “I tend to get what I want. It makes everyone’s life easier. So tell me why you came home from the city of lights to eat rubber chicken at a hotel in Boston.”

“I got a phone call and suggested that if I didn’t, I would be made a fool of again.”

“I agree some things should be done discreetly and kept out of the public eye. Do you and your husband talk about your affairs or just pretend that you don’t have them?”

She turned slightly to look at me after glancing to see her husband talking to the bank president. As she did, my hand slid up her thigh a little more. “Who are you? Who told you that I was having an affair?”

“I’m Nick. I noticed the hickey on your neck. The makeup covers most of it and I noticed that you’re the only wife to sit on your husbands left instead of the right. I guess you didn’t want him to see your lover’s mark. The fact that you flew all the way home to cock-block your husband shows that your reputation means more to you than the man you were meeting in Paris or maybe it was a woman.

Just then, the waitress came by with my coffee, a pitcher of cream and a shot glass of Baileys. I thanked her. A woman also stood at the podium. She thanked everyone for coming and helping to raise money for the Children’s Hospital. She thanked all of the table sponsors, saving the Diamond level sponsors for last. She encouraged everyone to look at the women in the black dresses walking around the room. The jewelry they were wearing was going to be auctioned off at the live auction. We were encouraged to flag them down if we wanted to see something up close.

Thinking about the way they were raising funds I almost laughed. If I was bidding on a bottle of scotch or a trip to the Bahamas, the other business people that came by after me could see my name. But the jewelry was a live auction so the husbands could be shamed into getting something for his wife and paying far more than they were worth (the jewelry, not the wife).

The models were all young, college age and very pretty. One walked by with thick gold hoop earrings, a gold chain necklace and matching bangle bracelet. I got her attention and she came to let us see the jewelry. I asked, “Does that normally come as a set?”

“Yes, Sir.”

It was funny as we were the same age if she was lucky but she was probably older. “What do they retail for in the store?”

“The set is $1,200, retail.”

“Are the earrings heavy on your ears? Would they stretch a nipple if worn on the chest?”

“they’re heavy but I don’t have my nipples pierced.”

I think that everyone that heard the answer watched as her nipples hardened and she blushed a pretty shade of pink. I thanked her for stopping by and rubbed Corrie’s leg up and down.

Corrie had another girl stop by and wanted to see her emerald necklace. I took her hand and looked at the ring. The girl was quick to say, “That’s my engagement ring.”

“So you aren’t married and I still have a chance?”

She smiled at me and said, “Maybe.” as she walked to the next table.

There was one necklace with a golden sand dollar on it that I liked and thought would look good on my mom. In the meantime, Corrie was getting more comfortable with my hand on her thigh and even spread her legs a bit for easier access.

The auction started and the models were called up front and the jewelry was described and told what was included. The first was some pearl earrings and a necklace. We watched as several people drove up the price as the wives smiled at their husbands.

Someone won but they weren’t at our table or anyone I knew. The wife gave the winning husband a kiss. Next was the girl with the gold hoop earrings, necklace and bracelet. She stood up front as it was described and then started to walk the floor. After an opening bid and a few follow-ups to get it to $600, I raised my hand and said, “$ 1,000.”

The bidding slowed down but $1,050 followed and then $1,100. I bid $1,500 and no one countered. I was pronounced the winner and a woman with a clipboard came by to get my information. She smiled at me as she saw my hand in Corrie’s lap.

I saw Adam smiling at me and he bid on something for Tiffany and won. The girl with the emerald necklace was up a few people later and I bid on it. Whenever someone would say a bid, I raised it by $50 before they were done talking. I motioned the girl over and she leaned to let me take a closer look. I said quietly so she could hear. “I think it looks stunning on you and if I win, it will stay on your neck. Like a collar for my pet.”

She blushed and stood up straight so others could see it. Her thumb was rubbing her engagement ring to give her some resolve. I ended up winning again, and the model reached up and rubbed the pendant hanging on the gold chain. The woman with the clipboard came by to confirm my information and the winning price. I said, “Tell the model to leave it on. It is a gift for her and a donation to the cause.” The woman again gave me a curious look but nodded her understanding.”

There were other things auctioned off live and one was a lease of a new Porsche for a year. I slowed down on my spending but had moved the panties aside and was rubbing Corrie’s pussy under the drape of the tablecloth. She had resisted a few times but finally just gave in.”

After the auction we were told that straight donations were welcome and where to stop by to give. The band picked up the tempo and people were encouraged to dance. I stood and took Corrie’s hand and led her to the dance floor. As soon as we were dancing, she said, “I can’t believe you did that. I’m not that kind of woman.”

“You can deny it or claim it but we both know exactly what kind of woman you are. Do you have a room here at the hotel or are we going to fuck in the back of my town car with the driver in the front seat?”

“I have a room but can’t walk out with my husband here.”

“You know he had another date. I’ll leave at a different time and you can leave with Tina and Kaley to go freshen up. I’ll even let you wear panties afterwards so that my cum doesn’t run down your leg all night.”

“I’ll tell him that we’re going to walk over and see the outdoor skating rink and get some fresh air. What will Tina say?”

“Whatever I ask her to.”

That is how we ended up in Corrie’s room with me fucking her and Corrie eating Tina’s pussy while Kaley sucked on Tina’s breasts. It was sexy, playful and fun as we negotiated Corrie into obeying us. It was even more fun when the door opened and Paul led Monique into the room. He was too far in before he saw us and we were all busted. I just smacked Corrie’s ass hard and told her to get back to work as my long thick cock filled her tight cunt.

Paul looked pissed, “What the hell is this?”

I said, “Unless you are just escorting my date up here for me it looks like the Cat’s out of the bag. Monique, why are you still dressed?”

He wanted to get some sympathy or get angry but it would have just been hypocritical and both Tina and I were laughing at him. Tina added, “If you want to complain, we can have a meeting on Monday about you fucking your subordinate. Sexual harassment and termination come to mind. If you want to join in you can, but keep your hand off of me and Kaley.”

Corrie pulled her mouth off of Tina long enough to say, “He’s only good for one shot so he should probably put it in his girlfriend and then can go back to the party or sit and watch. If he gets off on eating pussy, he can be of some use.”

With four women and me in the room, Paul couldn’t perform at all and ended up leaving after Tina started to laugh at him. Corrie said, “I’m going to have some New Year’s resolutions now that we don’t have secrets. He isn’t living up to my expectations.”

Monique said, “I guess I should do a risk reward analysis and explore my options as well. The ROI, (Return on Investment), isn’t making good business sense.”

For some reason it only took me ten minutes to shower and dress but the ladies wanted to take much longer. I told them that I’d see them down in the ballroom. Tiffany saw me and took me out on the dance floor. As we swayed to the music she asked, “Where did you go and whom did you go with?”

“I just wandered around.”

Touching my hair she said, “And you needed a shower for that?”

“I plead the fifth. How is your night so far?”

“It’s good. Adam has some people that want to talk about some software deals. The publicity for the company is good and the children will have more services as a result of our generosity.”

“All good things. We only have a half hour until the New Year. Can I get you a drink or anything?”

“No. They’ll be around with Champagne in twenty minutes. Then we can toast in the New Year and go home.”

“Sounds like a plan. Can I hold you like this until then?”

“I don’t mind but I see two of the jewelry models looking at you.”

Glancing over I saw them and one waved. After the song, I kissed Tiffany’s cheek and walked over to the girls. One was wearing an emerald necklace. The other didn’t have any jewelry on. “Hello ladies.”

“I wanted to thank you for my necklace. I don’t think I can keep it.”

“You don’t like the necklace, my pet?”

“I love it but it’s the cost and all. It is too much.”

“What are your names?”

“I’m Christine and this is Tracy.”

“If you don’t want it, give it to Tracy, she has a neck but doesn’t have pierced nipples. If you have pierced nipples you can have the nipple rings that I bought. they’re worth less.”

“I want to keep it but my boyfriend might get mad.”

“He’s gone from fiancé to boyfriend. I may still have a chance.”

“He’s still my fiancé and I want to keep it.”

“Just tell him it was a gift from your Daddy. You don’t have to tell him your Sugar Daddy. When you are married and the honeymoon is over you can stand naked in front of your mirror just wearing your necklace and rub your nipples and say to yourself, ‘I’m desired.”

“I guess he won’t grill my parents over a necklace. I’m going to keep it. Sorry, Tracy.”

Tracy looked sad. I said, “I can give you a bangle to wear on your left wrist and you can hold it over your head against the headboard as you jill off with your right hand and think of me. Or you can promise to get your nipples pierced and get the earrings and be marked as my slut.”

“Why do you talk to us like that?”

“Because I’m going to be flying back to Europe this week and there is no benefit to coddling either of you. You both wish you could have amazing sex with me and you can but you don’t have the guts to follow through. One day you will be married with kids and your hubs will be off playing golf while you try to take care of the screaming kids, do laundry, and clean the house. You’ll be so over this shit. I’m setting up some fantasies so you can always wonder, what if I was his slut for a night or the rest of your lives.”