by Nikki Bella
The off the shoulder she had picked for the night was hugging her in all the right places and thigh slit was showing a perfectly toned leg that just a few hours ago had been wrapped around me.
After all, what was a high fi event without a pre screw to get the blood flowing.
Draining the last of the champagne in her glass, Christine got up, walked to the mirror at the end of the hall and put on her lipstick again after majority of it had been transformed to the glass.
A model pose later, she turned around and was ready to leave.
“I really don’t like this dress, the color is completely wrong for me,” she said half admiring her backside in the mirror.
“Why didn’t you wear something else?” I asked adjusting my cufflinks.
“Because Roberto Chee is paying me a butt load of money to wear this and announce himself to the world, she said still looking at herself in the mirror.
Women, too many issues, never enough clothes.
Always complaining about this and that and never satisfied.
Unless you were talking about being actually satisfied, then a date night with Nate Dunlow was all they needed.
After another 10 minutes of Christine complaining just about everything from the weather to the drinks they were probably going to serve at the ball, I finally dragged her outside to the waiting car.
I was known for being fashionably late, but never Christine David fashionably late.
That was just awful,
We sit in and she starts smoking.
God knows all this woman did was smoke and drink and still managed to look first class every day and appear at every photo worthy place.
After some 20 minutes we arrived at the Jameson Center for Arts, where this year’s event was being held.
Scores of people were milling around, helping ladies out of the car and making sure nobody stepped on anybody’s train or boy there would be drama and page six would finally have something more than just people looking pretty on its pages.
The others reasonably dressed, press card wearing were busy clicking away pictures of the second most sought after event in New York.
As our car drew to a stop, five people rushed up to the vehicle in the hopes of being “the one’ who would open the door to the Dunlow car.
As soon as the car stopped, Christine who had still been smoking the last of her cigarette put it out and stepped out of the car.
The sound of surprise from the press and the onlookers was more than audible.
Christine David steeping out of the car of Nate Dunlow and that also with the very man himself, at the Mayor’s ball
How scandalous.
You have your story page six, go forth and have the biggest newspaper sale of your life.
After another 10 minutes of posing for the cameras, I again drag Christine who enjoyed being in the spotlight, a little bit too much for liking.
Successful, she took my hand in hers, and walked inside where the real party of the rich and famous was happening.
Showtime.
Chapter 33
Alexis
Mike Hadderly had asked a day before if I had wanted to go to the Mayor’s ball.
In doubt whether I would accompany him not, I asked Hadderly to give me a couple of hours to see if I was free that night.
In reality I had zero plans for the night seeing it was an off the next day, but the thought of being there after rejecting Dunlow’s offer to go with him, had put me in an uncomfortable positon.
Of course there was nothing wrong with Mike Hadderly.
He was nearly fifty years old and was a widower who had lost his wife to cancer 5 years ago.
Anyone who knew spoke nothing but praise for him and there were rumors of him taking an early retirement, because of his recurring back problems.
Day end I had said yes to him.
Screw Dunlow.
If I wanted a night of dressing up in an expensive gown and on point make up, then that was exactly what I was going to do.
Trouble was, I wasn’t exactly great at either one of these things.
When it came to clothes, comfort came above everything and make up was well beyond for me.
Most days, lipstick and mascara went a long way.
But this I needed to look on spot.
After all, it is not like every day you get to rub shoulders with the rich and powerful of New York City with all the free champagne you could drink.
Ashley was a great help when it came to looking like an A lister with a D lister’s bank account.
She knew all the right places where one could get the best clothes and look like a star without spending thousands of dollars.
At exactly seven, Mike Hadderly picked me up and spent the entire way talking about his work and his wife.
They had been high school sweethearts and had married straight out of high school before Mike left for college.
After about 15 minutes we arrived at the Jameson Center for Arts, the place for the ball this year’s event.
The place and the people looked like a billion bucks and everyone seemed to know each other.
Feeling a little out of place, I grabbed a drink off the nearest waiter and took a look around.
So far I had not seen Nate Dunlow.
Maybe he had decided not to show up, but then again this was one place he was never to miss.
Women and quality free booze, this place had all the making of a perfect place for Nate Dunlow.
I spotted Arthur, another one from work, who always seemed like, the world was about to explode and he needed to find the hero who would save it.
Tonight, with his wife on his arm, he seemed at home.
The rich and famous, maybe this is what it felt like to be a million bucks, designer dresses and paparazzi.
I took another sip of my champagne and before I could swallow it, I spotted him,
Mr. Dark and Dangerous, dressed in a midnight blue suit, he looked right at easy, laughing and smiling at all the right people at the right time.
And hanging on to his arm was none other than Christine David, the socialite who was just about everywhere nowadays, the infamous party girl of New York City, who had inherited her father’s fortune after a much public dispute with him over his fourth marriage.
Dressed to the nine, in an off shoulder, thigh split red dress and hair in an uptight bun and pearl drops earrings; she looked like a million bucks.
Probably spent that much on her dress even, from the looks of that and that jewelry that adorned her.
I turned around to face the incoming crowd.
The last thing I wanted was a chat session with Nate Dunlow with Christine David at his side.
Men, a day ago he was all up in my business ready to take on me, now he was all up in another girl’s pants.
Boy, he moves fast.
I looked around and waved to Ashley who was on duty, making sure the entire thing ran smoothly, while stood on the side taking it all in.
This was the stuff dreams were made of for Jess.
As I turned around I saw Dunlow talking to Mike Hadderly who pointed towards me.
Shit.
He knows I’m here.
Draining the last of champagne I braced myself, for the trio that was walking towards me.
Should have stayed at home and caught up on my Grey’s Anatomy.
More drama there.
“Ms. Strope, how nice to see you here,” Dunlow said, extending a hand towards me.
“This is Christine David, a longtime friend of mine”, he said pointing towards the uber gorgeous woman who had zero interest in being in being introduced to a complete nobody.
“Nice to meet you, I work at Dunlow Enterprises,” I said extending a hand towards her.
“Nice”, she replied shortly and curtly.
“That’s a nice dress you’re wearing,” I said pointing towards her dress, which would pretty soon be sold out by noon tomorrow.
“Robert Chee, it
is not available yet,” she said again with an air of haughtiness.
“Pretty sure that won’t make a difference to me”
She raised an eye brow before snatching up a glass from a passing waiter.
“Excuse me, I see some friends,” she said and with a sweep of her gown was gone to mingle with some more of her equally gorgeous looking friends.
“I see Randy, I am going to go see hello, do you mind Alexis?” Hadderly asked me.
“Nope, “I said as Hadderly left me standing alone, with the man himself.
“Mike Hadderly huh? I didn’t know you were into older men?” Dunlow said once Mike had disappeared.
“It is none of your business,” I said in an angry voice.
“You made it my business when you said no to me. I am not used to hearing no, especially from good looking women”, he said, clearly enjoying making me angry.
“Yeah I got to go,” I said clearly not in the mood for a conversation.
“Not so fast,” he said grabbing my arm before I could move.
“You and I have unfinished business,” he said before steering me towards the end of the room.
Trying not to create a scene with hundreds of super important people in the crowd, I gave in and let myself be led by Dunlow, who crossed the throngs of people, occasionally stopping and saying hello or just nodding as went by.
He led me through the door at the end of the hall, where we went through the door to the other end.
“Where are we going?” I asked him once when we were out of the room.
“Somewhere”
At the end of the hall, there was a room with a door market manager.
The man himself out for the night, rubbing shoulders with the elites had left his room unattended.
Dunlow walked right in and locked the door behind me.
The look in his eyes said it all.
“Like I said, we have some unfinished business left”.
Before I could utter a word in process, he had pushed me against a wall and had closed whatever gap was left between us.
“Alexis Strope, you are driving me mad,” he said softly against my ears, raising the tiny hair on my arms.
“And I don’t like being driven into madness and losing control. Never have, never will,” he said again in that low whisper, sending a shudder down my spine.
And then it was all over, he was one me again and pushing me and against the wall as I tried to keep my feet steady which kept slipping under him and his giant frame.
With his mouth still on mine, Dunlow picked me up and transferred me to the couch in the room.
Pushing him back, once I got the chance, I looked him dead in the eye.
“You can’t just screw me here; half of New York is out there,” I said, waiting for him to move his hand which he had firmly kept on my thigh and seemed uninterested in moving at all.
With a wicked laugh, which sounded like a half growl, Dunlow was all over me again.
He pushed me against the wall and started to kiss me fiercely, and I returned it with passion. Everyone who was anyone in New York was out there, a few feet away from where Natahaniel Dunlow had cornered me. Holding me in place he reached behind and undid my dress.
It fell to the floor, and he commanded, “Take off your panties.”
I tucked my thumb and forefinger into the waistband of my underwear and pulled it down, letting it slide down my thighs. He reached behind me again and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor too.
All the playfulness from his face was gone, replaced by a sense of wonder as he whispered, “Beautiful, so beautiful.”
I blushed and tried to cover it up by reaching up to kiss him but he held me down and said, “No, you stay like that- I want to remember you like this forever.”
Slowly- so slowly- he traced a finger along my jawline and let it wander down the curve of my neck and nestle into the hollows of my collar bone. I looked up at him, but his eyes stared straight into mine and I couldn’t bear it- I looked away, but he said in a soft yet commanding voice, “Don’t- don’t look away. Stay with me.”
My breasts rose and fell rapidly as I tried to calm my nervous heart and he whispered, “Alexis- Alexis- Alexis- do I scare you?” I shook my head and I swallowed as I managed to say, in a voice so small it was barely audible, “You amaze me.” He smiled a strange hungry smile then, and from where I was standing, he looked like a panther gazing down at his next meal. He bent his head down towards me, and I closed my eyes as I felt his lips, his tongue, and finally his teeth as they bit down on the soft skin above my chest and I moaned.
He moved lower, lightly biting my breasts, my waist, the swell of my hips, my abdomen- I sucked in my stomach the moment his mouth made contact and he kissed it instead of biting and continued kissing along the light of down that led to the soft dark triangle between my legs. “Alexis,” he moaned, with his mouth pressed against my skin, and I felt his voice reverberate through my entire body as it carried my name. I arched my back, raising my waist to meet him, and he slowly parted my legs. I stretched them wide open and he gently kissed the lips that furled in on themselves, waiting for him. I fumbled clumsily with the buttons of his shirt and he hastily undid them, pressing his warm bare skin against mine. I reached down towards his pants- I felt him hard against me, and I held on to the stiff erection. He closed his eyes and let me rub my palm across it. I sat up until I was sitting on his lap, straddling him, and I reached down to unbuckle his belt. He quickly pulled his pants down enough for his big beautiful hard on to greet me. I took it in both hands, and pressed it between my legs. I moved myself up and down along the shaft, careful not to let him enter me, but wetting him all the same. His hands gripped my arms as I continued to move and his grip grew tighter and tighter until his eyes flew open and he pushed me down onto the sofa again.
He got up long enough to pull his pants off completely, discarding his clothes in a pile in the corner, and then got on top of me. He pried my legs open and pushed himself up against me- I opened them further to welcome him in. He placed his dick right at the opening of my vagina and said, “Yes?”
I nodded quickly and whispered, “Yes- yes-” he entered swiftly and I half-screamed, “yes!”
We were soon locked in a rhythm of pushing and pulling each other, and his mouth founds its way to my breasts again as I wrapped my arms around his neck and let my tongue explore his neck and his earlobes. “Harder,” I whispered in his ear and he thrust himself inside me deeper and with more force.
I bit my lip, but pulled it out with his teeth and locked me in a fierce kiss that lasted until I couldn’t breathe and I surfaced from it just in time to feel the wave growing to a crescendo in my stomach and I screamed out, “Nate- don’t stop, don’t stop.” He winked at me, panting, and went faster and faster until I placed my hands firmly on his chest and arched my back, unable to take the pleasure.
In a huge burst of relief, I came. He smirked at me, and I was still panting when he pulled out and bit my neck softly. I was still coming down from the high when he suddenly moved away from me and started to dress himself. He picked up my dress off the floor and threw it at me. My panties he picked up with his thumb and forefinger and announced, “These, I’m keeping.”
Finishing up and leaving me to adjusting my now half assed hair and makeup, Dunlow turned around at the door.
“See you in the office on Monday”
And just like that he was gone.
Chapter 34
Nathaniel
It had been a good weekend.
The ball had been its usual bowl of disappointment, with everyone dying to get a picture with another to increase their social standing.
After all, it was going to a be a whole year before they got to dress up like a million bucks, unless they got invited to the Oscars, which was pretty much not happening.
Screwing Alexis in the manager’s room had been the highlight of the night.
With both of us giving into it, it
was a huge success.
Sunday had been eventful again, with Christine popping over and spending and entire day, draining my liquor cabinet and me.
After she left in the early hours of Monday morning, I finally got some sleep.
I was definitely going to have Alexis stop over my office for a lunch break.
The car stopping in front of the office, brought me back to reality,
Another long ass day.
I hope Arthur had a little bit too much to drink over the weekend and did not have his usual energy and zeal to bounce around the office on a Monday morning.
I just cannot take him at all today.
I make my way up to the elevator where I come face to face with Alexis.
She did not seem interested in making eye contact or pursuing a conversation in an elevator full of people.
I passed the 6th floor where my office was, where the entire elevator emptied out, leaving just me and Alexis and in it.
“You didn’t text me back or return any of my calls,” I said to her
‘I was busy,” she replied and then stared at the changing number that was fast turning from 6 to 7 and now to 8.
“Come see me at lunch,” I said grabbing her elbow before she left the elevator.
Clearly annoyed by the proposition, she got herself free from my hand and walked out.
Confused I pushed the button for the 6th floor, ready to face another day at the office.
Maybe she had a bad weekend.
Well how could it be bad, I practically made up for an amazing weekend.
Walking in, the was as usual filled with the Monday night blues with secretaries trying their best to keep up with the ok load that was about to engulf them.
In my office I turn on my laptop to check the news, since Stacy had conveniently forgot to put the daily newspaper on my desk.
The stock market was unusually stable for a Monday; the guys down at Wall Street must be doing something right after all, they did pay thousands of dollars to go to business school and live in debt for years.
Sports page was a bit better with the Yankees winning against the Red Sox.
And then my normal mood turned fowl.
Splattered on the top page was a picture of me along with Christine David’s who was leaving my place in the early hours of the morning.