Chapter Six
As I get ready to go out for the evening, I wonder where we are heading. Scott told me to go home and dress for dinner. This is his last night of freedom and he has arranged something special. Tomorrow night he will be expected to entertain the wedding guests and he will leave me with the promise of two weeks of hell.
I take care with my appearance. I choose my black lacy underwear that he loves so much. I rub the expensive cream into my body and spray the scent he loves so much. For once I take a great deal of care in styling my hair and applying my makeup. As I slip into the clinging black dress and climb onto my six-inch heels, I am pleased with the results.
This may be our last night and I want it to count for something.
At 8pm I hear the horn outside. Grabbing my coat, I head out to join him.
His driver nods as I slip into the rear of the regulation black car and slide beside him.
My breath catches as I smell his distinctive scent and see the hunger in his eyes.
He maintains a distance; after all, in public, we have a professional relationship. To everybody else, I am accompanying him on a business dinner as I’ve done countless times before.
As we head off, we say nothing.
I look out of the window at the scenery flashing past and wonder where we’re going. He told me that wherever it is, was long overdue. A special night planned. I wonder what it could be.
The car draws up outside an impressive town house in the center of the city.
The driver gets out and opens the door and we stand on the sidewalk looking up at the huge property. This place is worth millions; the district alone dictates that. I follow Scott inside and look around with interest. A man appears and we hand him our coats. He nods respectfully and disappears without a word. I hear voices coming from an open door and Scott looks at me, his eyes flashing with excitement.
In a low voice, he whispers.
“Tonight, Amelia, you join the club for good. This is our wedding of sorts. This will bind us together forever and whatever you see or hear within these walls must never be spoken of. Do I make myself clear?”
I nod nervously, not really knowing what I have just agreed to.
Taking my hand, he leads me inside.
We enter a large impressive room. All around us are people dressed to impress. The women are wearing sexy dresses and the men smart dinner suits. I recognize many faces but the rest are strangers. I register that Scott’s band of brothers are all present. The men that flank the President on all sides and my heart flips as I see the great man himself. The air is stifling. The power in this room is intoxicating and the atmosphere full of expectancy. All around the room is a general buzz of excitement.
As they see us coming, the President walks over smiling and thumps Scott on the back.
“Good to see you, Scott. This is your last proper night of freedom. Don’t worry we will make sure it’s a good one.”
His gaze falls to me and I feel the blush rising as he looks me up and down. He licks his lips and smiles.
“And here is your lovely assistant, Amelia. It’s good of you to give up your evening my dear.”
I almost want to curtsey but just smile at him shyly.
The President moves away and Scott squeezes my hand.
“Good girl. Just do whatever we say and you will be fine.”
A waiter thrusts a drink into my hand and I take a large gulp. Something doesn’t feel right about this. I’m not sure why but I have a terrible feeling that I’m not going to like whatever it is they have planned.
Scott is soon swallowed up by his band of brothers and I sit perched nervously on the edge of the settee. A young girl is sitting next to me and is almost shivering with fright. I don’t recognize her and think she looks young; maybe still a teenager. She sips her drink and licks her lips nervously.
I look at her and smile.
“Hi, my name’s Amelia. This is all a little intimidating, wouldn’t you agree?”
She looks at me nervously and nods.
“Yes, I’ve never been anywhere like this in my life. I’m Ashton by the way.”
I detect a southern drawl and am struck by how innocent she looks. She has beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes. Her dress looks expensive but her accent gives her away. She is out of her depth here and knows it.
I smile encouragingly.
“It will be fine. Who are you with?”
She gestures towards one of Scott’s friends.
“Todd Preston.”
I look at her in surprise. Todd Preston is also a Senator and I know he has a girlfriend. His PA is Addison, a no nonsense New Yorker, who is extremely intimidating. Before I can ask her how she knows him he saunters over and looks at her with a loaded promise in his eyes. He nods to me.
“Hi, Amelia. You’re looking lovely as always.”
I feel uncomfortable at the look he is giving me and just smile.
“Thank you, Mr Preston.”
Scott comes over and watches with interest. I see the look he gives Ashton, and it unsettles me. They are both looking at her with intent and hunger in their eyes. Alarm bells start ringing loudly in my head. Something isn’t right.
Suddenly, somebody calls, “Dinner is served.”
I take Scott’s hand and follow him along with everyone else into a room that is laid out with the most amazing table that I have ever seen. White tablecloths hold polished silver cutlery. Expensive glasses nestle among crisp white napkins and the candles burn brightly amongst beautiful floral arrangements. It takes my breath away.
I sit quietly next to Scott and take it all in. To my dismay, Grady sits the other side of me and I steel myself for a difficult evening ahead.
He leans towards me and whispers.
“I shall look forward to getting to know you much better, Amelia.”
I just smile thinly and look at who is on his other side. I don’t recognize her but she is a beautiful woman. She has long brown hair that gleams and her lips are painted bright red. I watch as her hand moves under the table and she fondles Grady, squeezing his dick through the fabric of his trousers. I watch him harden in her hands and turn away in disgust.
Scott turns to me and says in a low voice.
“Eat as much as you can, Amelia because you will need your strength for later.”
His hand runs up my skirt and I feel his fingers push the fabric of my panties aside. He plays with me until I feel the excitement consume me. He knows how to turn me on and it appears that even the President sitting opposite us won’t distract him from his need. I almost spit out my wine as he finds the spot and I come all over his hand.
He settles back and looks at me with dark, heavy, lust filled eyes. “Good girl. That’s just for starters.”
As we eat, I am conscious of everyone at the table. The women are all beautiful and attentive to their men. Some look comfortable and others nervous. I see many a hand disappears under the table and catch the eye of Ashton sitting at the end. She looks utterly terrified and I see Todd run his fingers down her arm and then under the table.
I am jolted back as I feel Grady slipping his hands under my skirt. I try to shift away but he pulls me back and inserts his fingers inside me. I feel sick as he jabs them in and out as the girl next to him rubs his dick. Then I notice the woman next to Scott disappears under the table. The next thing I know she is unzipping his trousers and I watch in shock as she sucks his dick. All the time they keep up the conversation. There is a lot of laughing and joking and I look around me with disbelief. Several of the women are now missing and now I know why. I feel ill at what may happen. This is too much. Why would Scott bring me here?
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