Chapter 10

The party was being given by June Sedgwick and only the top agency people in New York were invited. It was June's birthday and she was celebrating in a style to which she was more than accustomed, being the one woman in New York who could make or break just about anyone in advertising.

The agencies either trembled or applauded at the sound of her name, for it was she who either supplied them with their best brains, or stole them out from under their noses, placing them in a competitive agency.

Robert had received a call from her late the previous evening and had been impressed by her invitation. He knew it meant something big. June had her eye on him for some reason that couldn't help but be good for him.

He had been senior account executive at C&W for several months now, and he and Midge had bought a large house in Westchester County. Having driven in for the party, they now found themselves on the top floor of Sarty's restaurant surrounded by executives from every top agency in the city.

Midge scanned the room with a jaded eye. She recognized June right away, having seen her several times before at similar gatherings. A tall woman, wearing an aggressive pink dress and many exotic jewels.

June whirled about from one of her prize pets to another, finally arriving in front of Robert and Midge with a bottle of champagne in one hand. She supplied them with glasses and began to pour, spouting a steady stream of words as she did so.

"Hi, babies! So glad you're here. Actually, I really wanted to get a good look at you again, Bob. You look just the way I remembered you. I have a little plan. Now I know you're doing pretty well at C&W these days, but how'd you like to do better?"

Robert's ears picked up as he tried to keep his excitement from showing.

"I wouldn't mind, June. You know that!"

"Well, how'd you like to write your own figure over at Cole and Young? It can be arranged!" she said coyly.

"Cole and Young?!" Robert repeated - and Midge could recognize the tone of his voice. He'd give a lot more than his eye teeth for that, she knew. She slowly sipped her champagne and began to let her mind drift.

She hoped June would arrange it. She could do with a new mink - or maybe she'd hold out for chinchilla this time. Mink was a little de trop these days.

Midge inspected June's carefully dyed hair, her "smart" spectacles and her figure, which was still good.

"You leave it to me, darling!" June was saying to Robert. "Just you two be your own sweet selves. Lester Cole is standing right there - let's go over and say hello!"

The room had grown even more crowded with advertising people. Girls in mini-skirts and pant-suits drank and giggled and men arrived in everything from lace to Levi's.

The three of them pushed their way through the crowd, past huge tables overflowing with choice foods including one with an enormous birthday cake on it, past the bar which was presided over by three bartenders. Finally, they reached the corner where Lester Cole stood, nursing a scotch and soda and conversing in amicable tones with a young girl in a see-through plastic dress.

As the trio approached him, Lester looked up and saw first June Sedgwick, then Midge and then Robert. He knew immediately that a deal was in the offing, and he knew what kind. June had already approached him about Robert's possibilities and had not forgotten to mention about Midge's possibilities. And, Robert sounded like the man he needed all right... even worth paying June's stiff fee and the top salary he knew she would demand for him.

The girl he had been talking to left shortly after the introductions had been made and soon the couples were deep in friendly conversation that carefully steered away from the real topic in everybody's mind.

Midge felt good, in fact, the more champagne she consumed, the better she felt. Lester Cole was quite charming, she thought, and even June was beginning to look a little less like a female barracuda to her. She wasn't even surprised when she overheard June's stage whispers to Robert.

"The second door to the left. I'll be waiting, beautiful!"

A moment liter, June had disappeared and shortly after that, Robert excused himself and followed her. Midge yawned politely and handed her glass to Lester for re-filling. Since she knew she wouldn't be seeing her husband for at least an hour, she might as well enjoy herself too.

Lester filled her champagne glass to the brim.

"Well, it looks like we're on our own here, my dear," he said, gazing down into her revealing neckline.

Midge lowered her eyelashes at him. She'd be damned if she'd let Robert go off and have a go with that career bitch without having a little fun herself.

"Lester," she said. "Could we leave this noise? I hate these ad game parties. I'll bet you do too."

"We all do, Midge... we all do..." he answered laughing.

On the way up in the elevator, Lester pushed Midge back against the wall, pressing his body against her and kissing her wetly on the mouth. Midge felt her pulse race. He certainly wasn't wasting any time, she thought.

The elevator stopped and the door opened. They crossed a small hallway and entered another elevator which went up only one flight and then opened directly into Lester's penthouse apartment. A huge Persian cat ran to greet them as they entered the living room.

"A small drink, perhaps?" Lester asked, going to the bar directly. "More champagne? Anything you like... I know what. How about a little brandy and soda?"

"Mmmmm..." Midge answered.

He poured the brandy into two large tumblers and filled them with soda, carrying them to the sofa where Midge sat waiting for him.

"Won't that husband of yours be wondering where you are?" he asked, sitting close to her.

"Oh, no... he'll know I'm in good hands. I don't expect he'll worry much." Midge sipped her brandy and let her head drop back on the sofa.

Lester put his arm around her and cupped his large hand over her soft, pliant breast.

"I'm jealous of your dress," he said, kissing her on the smooth globular area of her tit that pushed up from the low neckline of her dress. "What there is of it, anyway!"

Midge turned her body toward his and felt him begin to unzip her dress from behind. The brandy raced around inside her, mixing crazily with the champagne. She could feel Lester's cock hardening against her thigh and the thought of the adultery she was about to commit began to add to the excitement she already felt. She could match Robert any day of the week, she thought, as she wondered if he was enjoying his little workout with June Sedgwick.

Deedie had been right all alone when she told her all the fun she could have been having. How naive I was, she mused.