Chapter 6

Erick read the printed schedule groggily. His brother's valet, Frank, doubled as his own when he stayed out at the country house, and the older man woke him early, reminding him that the entire family had to be up early that morning. Usually Erick made his own time, but this time, he remembered that he was expected to be on hand during the 2 day excursion to Cederton.

"I'll be down for breakfast in half an hour," he said to Frank as he tried to focus his blood-shot eyes on the print in front of him.

10:00 A.M. Grandville Airport.

Family Jet departs at 10:30

Arrive Cederton 12:30 Greetings and Speech at Airport, local

Cassidy Club in full turnout.

1:30 P.M. Luncheon at local party club, TC in meetings until

4:00 P.M.

Free Time until 6:00 P.M.

Meet with local Club leaders and dinner at Hotel.

Free to 9:00 P.M. TC speech and question and answer period

during rally at Cederton Hall.

"Ugh!" Erick groaned. That was only the first day, he didn't bother to read the second sheet of paper. He hated going on these tours with his brothers but he couldn't expect to get out of it all the time. Ron was very conscious of what the public wanted, and he knew that it wanted to see the whole family out there working for Tim Cassidy. Much as he hated to admit it, Erick knew that Ron was right. He would go along and smile and try to look busy, and maybe he could find some kind of amusement for himself.

Then he remembered Sylvie and the entire blurry events of the night before.

"Christ!" he exclaimed, as he headed for the shower, "and I almost got it in, too... just a few seconds more, and I would have been in!"

He laughed to himself as the hot water poured over his lean body, suddenly cheerful about the whole incident. He had little Sylvie just where he wanted her, didn't he? The delicate taste of her golden blonde cunt still lingered on his lips until he showered it off, and he wondered why he'd let her get such a rise out of him when she scrambled away from him and headed for that side door.

"Must have been pretty looped myself," he mused, "to let a little cunt like that shake me up so!"

As he descended to the dining room, Erick showed little signs of the previous night's debauchery... his drinking with Sylvie at the Club and his angry solitary drinking in his room afterward. He smiled brightly to the housekeeper, Margaret, and when he saw the little maid, Ella, he patted her on the bottom affectionately.

"We'll do it again soon, honey!" he confided, watching her blush deep red and hurry away from him.

Tim was already at the table, and Erick pulled up his chair after a brief good morning. He knew that Tim did not like to be disturbed so early with banal chatter. The oldest brother perused his newspapers silently, munching on his fresh croissants and drinking his steaming hot coffee.

Ron entered shortly thereafter, and sat down.

"Wher're the girls?" he asked. "I hope Arlene knows that she's expected to go along on this trip!" he growled sitting down.

"And Sylvie'd better be ready on time!" Ron was rarely pleasant in the mornings, but they were all used to it.

Tim looked up briefly from the New York Times. He recalled that Sylvie had really seemed out of it that morning, but he remembered that she was getting up as he came downstairs. But as for Arlene, he had no idea if anyone had bothered to tell the attractive brunette that she would be expected along on the trip to Cederton. Momentarily, he let his mind dwell upon the way his wife's dark-haired cousin had cooed and crooned when his cock slipped higher and higher into her raging pussy. She really wanted it bad! Tim surmised.

"That's your job, Ron..." he suddenly blurted out. "If you didn't tell Arlene she probably doesn't know unless Sylvie asked her to come, and you can't be sure of that. Don't bother me with those petty things! I'll have to start having breakfast in my room if this keeps up!" Tim went back to his paper.

Justly chastised, Ron frowned and went upstairs to alert Arlene. He had expected the newcomer to be up and about bright and early the way she had been on her first day, and he made a mental note to observe her to make sure she was not the type who would let him down in the lurch.

Ella scurried up the back stairs holding the small tray in her hands. She had been stunned to see the buzzer from Sylvie's dressing-room ring, and to hear over the intercom that her employer wanted to have coffee and toast and jam brought to her room. Ella was used to the fact that her beautiful blonde mistress seemed to have no use for her whatsoever. All that Ella could do was to straighten up while Sylvie was away, making sure that Sylvie's bath salts never ran out. It was an easy job for her, and she had no complaints, even though it was clear that Sylvie did not seem to be able to stand the sight of her.

Ella had no idea that she had been observed that day, groaning and grinding her naked buttocks into the sand as she received Erick Cassidy's thrusting hard cock deep in her half- virgin pussy. Had she known, she would never have been able to stay in the Cassidy's employ. It was shameful enough for her now to have to live with the way she had behaved with the youngest brother of the family. And she only prayed that he would stay away from her, because she feared that a similar lapse might occur again. Certainly, he was one of the devil's agents!

Sylvie watched as Ella set the tray down and began to pour the hot coffee into a cup. She had been lying in bed with a boric acid pack over her eyes trying to make the swelling go down. She had precious little time before she would have to forget all the horror that dwelled within her bones and go out and be a public figure again.

She looked at the pretty teen-ager who acted as though she expected to be screamed out of the room at any minute. She suddenly felt sorry for the girl. As sorry as she felt for herself.

"Ella!" she said, "that is your name, isn't it?"

Ella jumped and almost dropped the coffee pot. "Yes... yes, ma'm."

"Do you like Mr. Erick?" she inquired, not really certain what she was going to say.

"I... I..." Ella stammered frightened to death. Did Mrs. Cassidy know about that day at the beach?

"You must stay away from him, Ella, do you hear me?" Sylvie said, her face contorted with emotion. "Even if you think you don't want to... You must be strong!"

"Y-yes... ma'm!" Ella burst into tears and went running from the room, her high heels clicking behind her.

It was 9:30 P.M. and Sylvie Cassidy sat on the large platform in an uncomfortable folding chair. On either side of her sat her two brothers-in-law, Ron and Erick, her cousin, Arlene, sat on the other side of Erick and various other members of the party, cohorts and their assistants, including the older woman who was Tim's secretary sat in a long row across the stage. Sylvie watched her husband's back as he stood before them at the speaker's platform. She had long since stopped listening to his words, but she looked toward him with the expression of adoration that was expected of her. From time to time she would look out at the audience, and although the lights were bright against her eyes, she could catch a glimpse of a face here and there.

"We're all here on exhibition!" she thought, meanly. "They've just come to stare at us!"

She was overtly aware of the presence of the man she hated most in the world beside her. Her husband's younger brother had been sarcastically polite with her all day when they found themselves together. But she knew that he was only planning ways to get even with her for running away the night before. She had hoped to save some semblance of her honor by stopping the lewd plunder of her loins, but now she was not so certain that she had saved anything at all. The torrential orgasm that her brother-in- law had wrenched from her tongue-dipped pussy still seemed to resound in her belly, and she was in a constant state of arousal that she could do nothing to stop.

She thought wildly of seeing a doctor, but she knew she would be forced into going to the Cassidy family man, to whom she could never confide her problems. Somewhere, somehow, she must seek help, though, she thought as the audience began to applaud, or else she would go crazy!

"Mother's coming tomorrow, you know... flying in from Grandville!" Erick whispered confidentially to her.

Sylvie jumped at the evil sound of Erick's voice so near her ear. Thelma Cassidy! The very thought of it, that her dreadful mother-in-law would be there the following day was enough to make her want to break down and cry right then and there. She gave a sudden gasp and Ron turned and looked at her sharply.

"What's the matter with you Sylvie? You look terrible. Get a hold of yourself!"

Sylvie wanted to run into her husband's arms when at last he had finished with the questions from the audience. But it was impossible to reach him. Ron was already right next to him telling him that he had done better than was expected with the difficult questions about his position on Taiwan and he was elated that he had been so knowledgeable about the Women's Liberation movement. The others were crowding around and congratulating him and he was being pulled away toward the door.

Sylvie followed, feeling lost and alone. When Arlene came up beside her, Sylvie turned to her cousin. "Oh, Arlene," she said, tearfully, "never, never marry a politician. Your husband is never truly yours... he belongs to those others..." she gestured up ahead toward the moving crowd, centered by Tim Cassidy.

Arlene, still thrilling to her sacred moments alone with Tim on the terrace, growled back at Sylvie in a much nastier tone than she had meant to use, "It's your fault, Sylvie... Tim is a very special man... and frankly, you don't act like you deserve him!!"

Sylvie stood stock still as her cousin moved hurriedly away from her, after the disappearing crowd. Her mouth hung open in surprise at the bitterness of her cousin's attack, and then closed when she realized that someone might be watching her.

Quickly, she headed toward the side door where she knew the limousines were waiting. She took the last one in the line, and ordered the startled driver to take her back to the hotel immediately. As the car pulled away, Sylvie looked out the window. She could see Tim and the others emerging from the meeting hall via the back entrance. To her alarm, she saw that there were two young college girls who worked for the organization clinging to Tim's arms, and he was laughing his characteristic laugh and smiling down at them.

Sylvie plunged back into the dark seat, her eyes overflowing with tears and her blood seething with rage.

"I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" she said out loud.

"Did you say something, Mrs. Cassidy?" the chauffeur inquired, and Sylvie replied a terse, "no!" and pushed the button that rolled up the glass panel between the driver's seat and the passenger seat.

The hotel suite was opulent, but Sylvie found no pleasure in the baroque furnishings or the thickly carpeted floors. She had seen a thousand hotel rooms like these, and was due to see a thousand more before her husband reached the White House, after he won his seat in the Senate. How many more years would it all take, and how old would she be when all the goals had been reached. More important, how old would she feel?

Sylvie lay crying upon the large double bed that she was certain would not be the scene of the intimacy she sought with her husband. Heaven only knew when he would get back to the hotel room, and by that time Sylvie thought she might have gone so far as to do away with herself.

But suicide was not the answer, Sylvie knew that much as, still sobbing, she peered into the large bathroom mirror. Even her cousin, Arlene had turned on her, but still she would not commit that final profanity.

The phone rang jolting her back to the other room. Her hopes rose as she thought it might be Tim, wondering where she was and hoping that she would join him. Perhaps something could be salvaged of the mess she was in after all.

"Hi, Doll... It's me, your gorgeous brother-in-law. Your husband, the Senator, asked me to call. Wants to know where the hell you are?"

"I... I..." Sylvie stammered.

"Well, I'll tell him you have a headache or something... obviously you're at the hotel. He won't be along for a while... there are a few people here... a couple of girls... some of the prettier sort, and..."

Sylvie threw the telephone down onto the receiver, only to hear it ring again.

"You shouldn't ever hang up on a Cassidy, Sylvie," Erick's voice droned. "You need something to soothe your nerves? Want me to drop by??"

Sylvie suddenly screamed into the phone, "YES! YES!!! COME BY... COME RIGHT NOW IF YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS THE SHOW... IT'LL BE A GOOD SHOW I CAN PROMISE YOU THAT!!!" She hung up and ran into the bathroom, where she began to fling off her clothing.

Tim and Ron were locked in conversation with their host, the Mayor.

"Sylvie says she'll wait for you at the hotel Tim," Erick declared.

"Okay, fine..." Tim replied, "nothing for her to do here anyway." He was a little annoyed that Arlene was still hanging around, but said nothing since the young brunette sat in a corner going over the coming schedules for the next few weeks, and did nothing to bother him.

Tim turned to talk to the mayor, and Erick started to slip out. "Hey, where you going?" Ron asked, standing and going over to his younger brother.

Erick thought a second and then said to his brother, "Don't bother Tim with this, but I think Sylvie is flipping at the hotel. I'm hotfooting it over to see what's wrong."

"Why don't you send Arlene?" Ron asked, nodding toward the seated woman who was looking at them curiously. He then thought better of it, "No... you'd better go... I want to know all about it, whatever it is we've got to get her straightened out in a hurry, can't have her going around win a face a mile long, screwing everything up!"

"Yeah... that's what I thought," Erick replied, hurriedly leaving the room.

Arlene looked up as the younger brother left, she began to fume as she surmised that he was going to meet her cousin Sylvie at the hotel!

An angry and totally deranged Sylvie flung the door open as Erick knocked. Shocked by her appearance, Erick hesitated at first at the door, but Sylvie motioned him in dramatically.

"COME ON IN CASSIDY... DON'T MISS THE SHOW!"

Erick would have had difficulty recognizing Sylvie had he not known for a fact that the woman facing him was his brother's wife. She had done something dreadful to her hair that made it stand up in teased puffs around her head, and the powder rouge and lipstick on her face seemed to be an inch thick at least. She wore long false eyelashes that made her look like a female impersonator, and it was clear that she had tried to make herself appear as cheap and tawdry as possible.

She wore a flowing pink negligee which might have appeared tastefully pink under ordinary circumstances, but which only looked as cheap and garish as the make-up she had applied.

She motioned Erick to a chair, and began to "perform" for him, her lips curling sarcastically as she began to mouth the ugly phrases that her distraught mind conjured up.

Erick flicked the "on" button of the small, expensive recording machine he held in his pocket.

"NOW YOU BASTARD... YOU WANTED IT... AND HERE IT IS!" Lewdly, Sylvie began to do bumps and grinds around the room, and from the way her filmy negligee separated as she moved, Erick could see that his disturbed sister-in-law was completely naked underneath. The creamy smoothness of her legs appeared and disappeared as she slid and whirled, shook her hips and jiggled her breasts to an imaginary tune in her head.

"I... want a girl... ju... like... the... girl... that... married dear old DAD!" she chanted, moving ever closer to her husband's brother. The normally sedate and cool young woman, so renowned for her poise in almost any situation, had finally let loose. And even though there weren't too many logical thoughts in Sylvie's head, she knew that this was something that she'd been wanting to do for a long time. An elation took hold of her as her acts grew more and more outrageous. She beamed proudly, her eyes glittering, watching the man who had been her tormentor as he sat staring at her antics.

With lewd, provocative motions, she reached under her gown, pulling the top clasp apart and baring her magnificently proud and full rippled breasts. Holding one in each hand, she shimmied her hips so that the blonde triangle of her willingly exposed cunt beckoned obscenely to the young man sitting in the chair.

Having gotten over his initial astonishment, Erick began to smile in an amused manner. He lifted his hands and clapped them together in applause.

"If you've wanted to make yourself look like a whore, you've succeeded. Although I must admit that even whores look quite different these days."

His insults passed over Sylvie's head as she slowly slipped out of her negligee. "What do you think of this?" she cooed, grinning in lewd invitation, pushing her curvy little buttocks out provocatively and mincing around his chair in a wide circle. She kept both hands on her sleek and well proportioned hips, and threw her head back as she walked, her hips swaying enticingly.