Reluctantly Caplin was drawn into a business discussion. Over their second glass they sat at the dining table as Devlin pulled papers from his briefcase to illustrate a point he wanted to make. Stephanie remained on the sofa next to Oscar.
'You feeling better?' she said.
'I didn't mean to be a wimp,' he said dolefully.
'You weren't. You don't have to like that stuff.'
'My pa's really into it. But, I mean, they started to fuck that guy. Gruesome.'
'I'm sure there must be something we could do to take your mind off it.'
'How can people do things like that?'
'Can't we?'
'What?'
'Take your mind off it? Make you feel better.'
'I'll be all right.'
'Good. Come with me then.'
'Where?'
'To the bedroom.'
'Now?'
'They're going to be hours. We've got to do something to entertain ourselves, haven't we?'
She took Oscar's hand and lead him into the bedroom. She hadn't had time to analyse her own reaction to what she had seen at the Shades of Hades club. It had not excited her as much, say, as the image of Devlin sprawled on the floor of the Cadillac, but there was no denying that she had been excited by it, especially when she realised it was all a performance. But she felt her initial fear and surprise had stopped her enjoying the spectacle as much as she might have done otherwise. Clearly this was the exact opposite reaction to most of the members of the club, including Caplin.
'Close the door,' she said once they were in the bedroom. She stood by the bed.
'Shall I lock it?' He pressed the button in the centre of the door handle which deadlocked the catch, without waiting for her reply.
'You'll have to pull it off.'
'What?' he said puzzled.
'My dress. Pull it over my head.'
He hesitated, not quite knowing what she expected him to do. Then he went over to her, and took the sides of her dress in his hands. He gathered the material up until he held the hem around her thighs then pulled it up over her body. She bowed her head and slipped out of the dress, standing in front of him in her sheer tights and suede high heels.
'No bra marks, do you lie in the sun nude?' Oscar asked.
'Yes. Take my tights off now.'
He pulled at the waist of the tights with both hands. They rolled down her legs. He dropped on to his knees to ease them off her calves. She kicked her shoes off and he pulled the nylon from her feet and looked up into her thick thatch of pubic hair.
'God you're some beautiful woman.'
She put her hand out to touch his hair.
'Thank you.'
Oscar seemed instantly different, more confident and relaxed, no doubt because his father was no longer around.
She picked up one of the packages from Bergdorf Goldman that she had not yet unwrapped.
'I want to show you what I bought.' She walked into the bathroom.
'Can't I watch?'
'Ruins the element of surprise.' She left the bathroom door open so they could talk.
'Won't Devlin mind?'
'Mind what?'
'You. Me. In here.'
'He does what he's told.'
'What sort of relationship do you have?'
'Open.'
'You seem very close.'
'We are.'
'But he doesn't mind if you...'
'Oscar. He has certain needs. I cater for them. What else I do is up to me, isn't it?'
'Sounds ideal.'
She had pulled on the cream silk and lace teddy she had bought. It was the softest silk she had ever felt. The delicate lace panels cupped her breasts, with V-shaped inserts of lace at the hips half revealing, half hiding the long sculpted contours of her flanks, and the curious depression at the top of each thigh where it joined the pelvic bone.
Stephanie pinned her hair up again. Pulling the dress over her head had made some strands fall loose.
'Well, is this more to your taste?' she asked stepping out of the bathroom and turning round so he could see every angle.
'It looks sensational. You look sensational.' He sat on the edge of the bed.
'And you look a new man.'
'I feel it.'
'You're so straight, aren't you?' She smiled to herself.
'Am I? In contrast to pa I guess I am.'
Stephanie came to stand right in front of him. She could see his eyes on her body, on her breasts under the lace, on the dark shadow of her pubic hair. 'This silk is so soft. Feel.' She picked his hand up and put it on her naval. He caressed the silk. It was slippery smooth.
'What if pa goes home?'
'They'll talk for hours.'
'Devlin might want to go to bed.'
'He'll have to sleep on the couch.'
Stephanie slid herself on to her knees, took his head in her hands and kissed him full on the mouth, probing her tongue deep between his lips, kissing him hard and not letting him up for air. She would have liked to have thrown the bedroom doors open and let the two older men watch, but after his reaction to the Shades of Hades club, she thought she'd better not suggest it.
Stephanie felt her sexual excitement mounting. It was like a ravenous hunger waiting to be fed. In the old days, that seemed so long ago but were no more than months ago, she would have suppressed her needs, waited until the man took the initiative, until the man decided the moment was right for him. All that had gone.
She slipped off Oscar's lap. 'Take your clothes off, Oscar.' There was no room for discussion in her tone.
Standing up he pulled off his jacket and shirt. Stephanie was impatient. She dropped to her knees, unbuttoned his trousers and pulled the zip of his fly down over the bulge already growing under it. As his trousers fell away she pulled his little black briefs down to his ankles. She instantly seized the shaft of his penis in one hand.
'I remember this,' she said before gobbling his cock into her mouth urgently. She was in no mood for subtlety. Holding his cock steady with her hand, she used her tongue to grease its length with her saliva, then pushed it deep until she could feel it right at the back of her throat. She pulled back, back until it was almost at her lips again, until she was sucking at its tip, her tongue probing its little orifice before she plunged forward, and her lips felt the brush of his pubic hair.
He was moaning. He put his hand on her head to stop her but he could not resist the feelings she was creating in him. Instead of stopping her his hands encouraged, giving her the rhythm, the right degree of oscillation. In seconds he felt his spunk, prompted by her hands gently pulling at his balls, rising in his cock and knew it was too late to do anything to prevent himself from coming. He was out of control.
Stephanie knew it too. She pushed down on his cock until it was buried deep in her throat, then she sucked on the shaft with her lips, sucking the spunk out of him. She felt him tense, his whole body rigid, and then the spasms of his cock as it spat spunk out into her throat. She swallowed it enthusiastically.
'I'm sorry... I can't...'
'Don't apologise. It's what I wanted.'
'You're just so good.'
'Lie on the bed,' she said gently.
'But...'
She got up from her knees and put a finger to his lips, 'Sh...' she whispered.
While he lay on the huge double bed Stephanie unlocked the bedroom door and walked out into the living room. She poured more Armagnac into the two balloon glasses and carried them back into the bedroom. Devlin and Caplin sat at the table, a set of documents now spread out between them. Neither appeared to notice Stephanie.
'There,' she said handing Oscar a glass. 'Drink this. You're going to need it.'
She sipped the brandy then put the glass down on the bedside table.
'What are they doing?' Oscar looked anxious.
'Still talking. I told you.'
'Did you lock the door?'
'Yes, Oscar. I locked the door. You're safe.'
'I don't think I'll be able...' He was looking down at his flaccid penis.
'Sh,' she said again.
Stephanie reached down between her legs to unfasten the three press studs that held the crotch of the teddy in place. She pulled it up over her head and threw it aside. Naked, she slowly picked the pins out of her hair. When they were all gone she combed it out using her fingers for a brush.
She saw his eyes on her body.
'Do you like my body, Oscar?'
'It's amazing.'
'You have to do as I tell you Oscar. Will you?'
'Yes,' he said almost hypnotically.
She picked up the silk teddy from the floor and, kneeling beside him on the bed, trailed it across his navel. The silk was still warm. She trailed it over his cock and down his thighs, then threw it aside again.
Stephanie cupped her breasts in her hands and kneaded them hard before moving to touch just her nipples, holding them between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. 'You mustn't touch, Oscar. Just watch.'
She pinched each nipple in turn, feeling the sharp thrill their nerves sent through her body.
'I like being watched. Have you ever watched a woman masturbate, Oscar?' she asked wetting her dry lips with her tongue.
He shook his head.
'It'll be a new experience for you then.'
Her left hand had snaked down her side, smoothing and caressing her flesh as it went. Her fingertips combed through her pubic hair until she found the crease of her labia. She delved down to expose her clitoris then tapped it lightly making her finger like a little hammer.
'Oh, it feels so good.'
It did. She felt the circle begin, the inertia of the heavy flywheel that controlled her orgasm, slowly overcome. It began to turn, turn for her. She knew her body so well now, she thought, better than she ever had before. She knew all its tricks, all its secrets; its means of delay or acceleration.
Oscar's cock began to swell.
She changed from the little tapping movements to a gentle side to side pressure. Taking her other hand away from her breast she passed it under her bottom and into the lips of her cunt, using it to penetrate while her other hand remorselessly wanked her clitoris.
'Can you see?' she asked unnecessarily, his eyes riveted to the movements between her legs.
'Yes,' he said hoarsely.
'I'm going to make myself come,' she said than moaned as her fingers and his eyes sent a new shock wave of pleasure through her body, cranking the flywheel faster.
His cock was fully erect again, hard and red.
She concentrated on herself, she took the rhythm that she knew would bring her off. She closed her eyes and felt her excitement, indulged the endless sexual images she could call up, tasted his spunk in her mouth and, as she felt the flywheel spinning out of control, needing no more impulsion as her body came off, her two hands knotting every nerve in her body, she saw the woman in the club stretched out on the table inches away from her, her eyes pleading to be saved.
But her orgasm was just the beginning.
'Now it's your turn, Oscar. Don't you want to fuck me?' He needed no further bidding. Even before she could get off her knees he sprang on her like a tiger, his mouth searching for her as he pushed her back, her head almost off the foot of the bed. His cock penetrated her in one movement, as though a practised skill. He did not pause. As soon as it was in her he started pistoning into the silky wet cunt as it clung to his hard cock. He started fast and got faster. Faster and faster, ramming her like a steam-hammer pushing her up of the end of the bed until her head hung down, her long hair streaming on to the floor. Faster and faster.
She had created his need. He'd never seen a woman do what she had just done in front of his eyes. She was so wild, so free.
His hands were kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples as he'd watched her do moments before.
She thought he would come quickly but he didn't. Instead his urgency made her come. There was something about her head hanging down as it was, almost like coming upside down, maybe because of all the blood rushing to her brain. No, she knew what it was. For once she was not in control, off balance, she couldn't stop him, stop herself. At any moment she might fall off the bed completely. He would fall on top of her, they'd be uncoupled.
Her orgasm roared through her, at any moment expecting to be quenched as they fell over. But it wasn't. She managed the precarious position, even as she lost all control, her head almost touching the carpet, her long hair spread out like a waterfall, her breasts inverted, pointing to her neck, her back arched over the end of the bed.
Without coming out of her Oscar hauled her sideways back up on to the sheets, immediately resuming his almost maniac rhythm, plunging into her without the slightest pause.
She felt herself coming again, coming over his remorseless cock, loving his energy and his power. She felt her cunt contracting, her clitoris, pinched between their two bodies, throbbing, her previous orgasms lingering, echoing, reverberating with this one, her whole body sensitised, penetrated and fucked.
The feeling of her cunt contracting around his cock was the last straw for Oscar. As he pumped he felt his cock exploding, shooting spunk into her as he continued to ram forward.
He had no idea he had any spunk left. It appeared he had copious amounts. It was a long time before his motion subsided. He still stroked in and out, almost unconsciously, enjoying the little tremors of feeling still left in his body.
He rolled off her as soon as his flaccid cock slipped out of her. He looked down at it. His cock and his pubic hair was wet, soaking wet.
'My God...' was all he could say. Stephanie did not attempt to get up. Oscar propped himself on one elbow, kissed her cheek, then delicately parted the hair that had strayed over her face.
'Can I tell you something?' Oscar said seriously.
'Of course.'
'Pa was taking me out to get me laid tonight. That's why he took me to the Shades of Hades club. He was going to buy me one of the whores. Except, it wouldn't have worked. After what I saw I wouldn't have been able to do much. It would have been a disaster.'
'Why did he want you to get laid?'
'He said it was time.'
'Time?'
'I'm a virgin.' He corrected himself immediately, 'I was a virgin.'
'Oscar,' Stephanie said.
'Yes.'
'If you hadn't have told me I'd never have known.'
'Really?' He looked pleased.
'Really,' she said smiling into his earnest face. Then he smiled too.
Devlin had gone downstairs to breakfast with a New York banker to tell him the bad news, that despite the late night attempt to win Caplin round, he still refused to sign the deal. They had gone over several clauses and Devlin had increased his offer and there appeared now to be no areas of disagreement. But Caplin still refused to sign.
Not wanting more than black coffee and orange juice Stephanie took a long bath, soaking in the big tub, in her own concoction of the four types of bath oil provided, topped up by an ample sachet of bubble bath.
She had been laying enjoying the feeling for about fifteen minutes when the phone rang. She could reach the phone on the wall in the bathroom without getting out of the bath.
'Hello,' she said brushing the bubbles off her arm.
'Stephanie?' The voice belonged to Caplin.
'Hi,' she said cheerily.
'Is Devlin there?'
'No, sorry. He's having breakfast downstairs. Hold on and I'll have him paged.'
'No, no. It was you I wanted to speak to.'
'Oh?'
'I wondered...' he hesitated then decided to take the bull by the horns. 'I wondered if you'd like to have lunch with me.'
She thought about it for a moment.
'Alone you mean,' she said innocently, knowing perfectly well that's what he meant, 'without Devlin?'
'Yes, just the two of us.'
'Mr Caplin, what are you suggesting?' she said in mock horror
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'I haven't been able to stop thinking about you.'
'Really?'
'I find you such an interesting woman. I'm so attracted to you.'
'And what about Devlin?'
'You tell me.'
'Shall I tell Devlin we're having lunch together?'
'That's up to you.'
She paused, making him wait.
'Okay. Pick me up here at twelve thirty.'
'Twelve,' he said.
'Twelve thirty,' she insisted. 'We each lunch late in England.'
'Twelve thirty at the Pierre then. I look forward to it.'
'So do I,' she said hooking the phone back on to the wall. She was dried and made-up by the time Devlin arrived back in the suite, and wrapped in one of the hotel bathrobes.
'Guess who's just called me,' she said.
'Caplin.'
'How did you guess?'
'I thought he was rather interested in you. He couldn't take his eyes off you most of the evening.'
'He's taking me out to lunch. Definitely doesn't want you to be there.'
'I wonder...' She saw Devlin's mind working.
'If I can I will,' she said knowing what he was thinking.
'Will what?' he said.
'Get him to sign the contract.'
'You think he might?'
'Depends what he wants from me, doesn't it?'
'And how badly.'
'Exactly.'
'I'd take a copy with you, just in case. All he's got to do is sign.'
'He was very turned on at the club, wasn't he?'
'Very. I had no idea he was into all that.'
'Well maybe I can find out exactly what he is into.' Changing the subject she said, 'I was thinking about that club.'
'What about it?'
'Was that all a performance? I mean the girl who was raped. And the guy. It seemed so real.'
'I know. It struck me the first time I went there too.'
'It was the same?'
'No. But you didn't know whether it was a performance or not. There was this woman, she pretended to be drunk. At least I assume she was pretending. She went round the table trying to get a man to fuck her. Finally one of the men agreed. She stripped all his clothes off and got him all hard. Then she started to strip. She had nice breasts, not big but quite shapely. Anyway this guy was chafing at the bit, all hot, couldn't wait, all his friends egging him on. He comes up behind her, starts to pull her knickers down and then jumps away like he's been bitten by a rattlesnake. The woman was a man, cock the size of a donkey.
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