Authors: Margaret McHeyzer
“A benefit hey?”
“One that I’m sure his mother will be at,” smiling at G, I’m sure he knows I’m up to something.
“Do I want to ask?” he cringes away but is also smirking.
“It may be time she knows that whatever she has on us, I have her son. And he’ll be worth more to her, than anything she can throw at us.”
“There’s my tenacious and fearless leader, now she’s back.”
“I need a dress, G.”
“Can’t help you out there, I’m afraid we’re both different sizes.” He starts laughing at his own joke and I roll my eyes but join him.
“I’m thinking Chanel.”
“I’m thinking your shopper is just about to get a call.”
“Can you handle it, G or will calling Jade make your cock fall off?”
Standing up I walk towards the office door, but I stop and face G who has the phone in his hand.
“Oh, and tell her it’s got to be gold.”
Crawling into my bed, I’m totally exhausted and the moment I close my eyes slumber becomes my best friend.
Chapter 9
My room’s really warm, too warm and very uncomfortable. I kick the sheet off the bed and sweat trickles down my forehead. Why isn’t the air conditioning on? I look over at the night stand where my clock’s sitting. It’s already 11am and I’m still in bed. Getting up I stretch tall then go in search of breakfast and a coffee. At the bottom of the stairs are two large racks of white garment bags.
“Jade will be back soon,” G announces as he leans up against the wall.
“Wow, she did well. When did they get here?” I point to the racks.
“Around an hour ago. Jade’s gone to get shoes and accessories.” G mockingly says.
“I need coffee before we have an argument.” I head off towards the main kitchen. Chef’s here preparing my breakfast. He brings my coffee over and places it at the head of the table, my usual space.
“Morning, Miss DeLuca.”
“Morning, Harry. Thank you.” He comes back with a plate filled with delicious food. G strides in and sits on the left of me as I consume the eggs, bacon, tomatoes, mushrooms and toast.
“The mother sent us this, this morning.” G slides an envelope across the table. I stop eating my delightful breakfast and pick up the envelope. Opening it, I take out two pictures and a note, one image is of my father in a compromising position with another man and the other picture is of my father swinging a baseball bat towards a man’s head. The man in question looks to be the same man my father was having sex with in the first picture, and he appears to be none other than the now deceased, Captain Stewart Times, head of Organised Crime Division who was trying to bring our operation down. Interesting, now I knew that my father killed him but I didn’t realise that Dad had bisexual tendencies. I always saw him with a skank on his arm, someone after a nice diamond necklace or a new car – a total whore.
The photos were taken from a great distance, they’re partially grainy but they’re still clear enough to make out all the features of the parties involved. Why Betsy Miller, Jeremy’s mother, decided to send these, I have no idea but possibly the letter will explain it. I take it out of the envelope and unfold the white paper.
‘DeLuca,
I have plenty more for show and tell. I think one million for starters should suffice. Of course that won’t be the end of it.
Looking forward to doing business with you.
BM’
I reread the letter and feel myself grinding my teeth together at her stupidity.
“Did you know Dad was bisexual?”
“He was very discreet, Frankie.”
“That’s not a real answer.”
“I knew. I’ve known for years.”
“Were you two together?” I look to G who’s smiling at me.
“Frankie, I loved John like a brother. And I’m not into men like he was.” I have no real reaction to Dad being bisexual; if it made him happy then who am I to judge?
I put the two photos back in the envelope along with the letter and push it back to G. My body tingles because in a few short hours Jeremy will be picking me up, and with any sort of luck I’ll be meeting Betsy Miller while Jeremy’s on my arm.
But I start considering the ramifications of this little game I’m playing. Here I am, showing her I can get to Jeremy and easily destroy him while she plays her own cards and wants money from me. The one in the middle’s totally unaware that both sides are out to dismantle the other.
“Let me know when Carlos and Bernadette are here, G, in the meantime I’m going to do some work.” I start heading out of the kitchen but G calls me back before I get a chance to get to the door.
“Frankie, what’s the plan for this bitch?”
“Hmmmm,” I smirk at G. “I doubt she’ll want a cent from us after tonight.”
“Do you need extra security for this benefit thing?”
“Doubtful. We’ll see how it plays out.” I walk away with my head held high and an air of confidence but with a hint of arrogance because if she truly loves her son, then by the end of the evening, Betsy Miller will no longer be an issue. If she’s not at the benefit tonight, then I’ll be sure to have photos taken with Jeremy and plastered on the front page of every newspaper within a ten mile radius, confirming how easily I can get to the person she loves most. Once I’ve successfully shut the bitch down, that frees my time up to have my real fun with Jeremy. If there’s a repeat performance of the limo ride though, it won’t end to well for him.
I spend a couple of hours lounging around and going over some bills for my legitimate businesses when I look at the clock and it says 1.11pm. Locking all the books up in one of the safes, I head upstairs, strip and get in the shower. As the water pounds down on my body, I hear the door open and I see Bernadette head in.
“Miss DeLuca, it’s after 1.30pm I really need you out so I can do your hair.”
“Just finishing, Bernadette. Won’t be to long.” I’m not embarrassed about Bernadette seeing me completely naked, matter of fact I’m proud of my beautiful Italian body. I have God given hips, voluptuous breasts and an arse most women would kill for and most men would fall to their knees to worship. There’s nothing about me I’d change, simply, I’m desired by men and envied by women.
Turning the shower off and stepping out, Bernadette, my stylist, has a large fluffy yellow towel waiting for me.
“Miss DeLuca, if I may say, I think your hair needs a trim, it’s looking a little ratty around the bottom.”
“Hmmmm.” I dismiss her suggestion.
“Have you picked your dress yet? I think I saw Jade downstairs when I got here.”
“Not yet, call for her while I dry off please.” Bernadette leaves the bathroom while I dry myself. Moments later Bernadette re-enters with Jade.
“Miss DeLuca, did you get a chance to look at the dresses I brought in?”
Wrapping a robe around my nude body I shake my head no. “Pick me something backless, with a split to the top of my thing,” Jade smiles a wicked little smile and her eyes light up.
“Yep, I know the one I’ll bring up.” She pops the P in ‘yep’ and leaves to retrieve the dress.
Bernadette starts drying my freshly washed hair as I sit back in my chair and I relax to her gentle touch. Jade comes in and clears her throat to gain my attention.
“Miss DeLuca?” She holds up the dress I’ll be wearing tonight. Wow! I certainly will
not
be blending into the back ground with that dress. The light catches the gold and makes it shimmer, the floor length gown has a dangerously low back, that’ll sit on the top of the curve above my arse, the halter neck crosses over at the back with gold sparkle, and the sides of the dress will need magic tape to ensure no accidental exposure.
“That’ll be just perfect. Shoes?”
Jade holds up a pair of strappy gold heels. My smile is all the confirmation needed for Jade.
“Miss DeLuca, with a dress like that I think a soft up style for your hair. I’m sure Carlos will agree,” Carlos the make-up artist saunters in just as his name’s mentioned.
“You could throw a sack on this woman here and she’d still look totally fuckable,” Carlos announces in his flamboyant voice as he talks with not only his mouth but his hands and entire body.
“Go away, Carlos, I have to do her hair.” Bernadette says.
The next two hours are spent getting, primed and pampered. By 4pm the stylists have all left and I walk downstairs to find G waiting for me.
“Wow, Frankie. Is that dress supposed to be so, um, sexy and revealing?”
“So I scrub up alright then, G?”
“Um, you know, just wow. Are you wearing any underwear?” He walks around me checking it all out. “Don’t lift your arms up, Frankie, you’ll fall out of your dress.”
“Hollywood tape, it’s all good.”
Security calls through to announce Jeremy’s arrival. When G opens the door for him I have my back to Jeremy and I hear him step inside.
“Holy shit,” Jeremy gasps.
“What’s wrong?” I look over my shoulder to him as I pick up my clutch.
“You’re seriously wearing that?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Frankie. I’m not sure I’ll be able to leave your side with you looking so damn sexy.”
“Well that’s the desired affect I’m going for, Jeremy.”
“I don’t think you get it. I can see the outline of your breasts and if I can see them, it means others can see them and by others I mean other men. The back of that dress is so low all I have to do is slip a finger down and I’ll feel that curvy arse of yours.”
“You have a strange way of giving compliments, come on lets go,” I walk up to him and wait for his elbow so he can walk me out. Jeremy has a perplexed questioning look. “What the fuck, Jeremy, are we going or are you just going to ogle me?”
“Darling, it’s taken every ounce of strength in me not to rip that damn dress off and bury my cock deep inside your sopping pussy.”
I think a little bit of moisture just appeared between my legs. “Come on, Neanderthal, let’s go.”
Jeremy gives me his elbow and starts escorting me outside but he leans into me, his lips so close to my ear I can feel the warmth of his breath caress my now tingling body, alight from the mere anticipation of his words. “Tonight you belong to me, Darling.” My breath hitches while my slit clenches.
“I belong to no man, Senator.”
He lets my arm go and runs one finger from the top of my exposed back all the way to the curve of my butt. He stops at the curve and where his finger’s traced down my spine, a fine trail of heat follows. His pointer continues the line down the centre of my arse until he grips the cheek tightly in his hand. I let out a small mewl and close my eyes, just enjoying the sensation of his actions. Jeremy sucks my ear lobe in his mouth and nips on it just slightly causing more pleasure to flood through me.
“Yes you do, your body’s for me. I own you until you come back here.” His sheer words cause my body to stir, my nipples to pebble and delight rips through me. Tonight, I’ll allow Jeremy to own me but tomorrow it’s back to business.
Chapter 10
The limo ride to the benefit is spent almost entirely in silence, except for the small groans escaping from Jeremy as he sits close to me. I make sure that the split that goes right up to the top of my thigh, falls open just a little more each time the driver goes over a pot hole or bump. I look over to Jeremy, his lips are slightly parted, his chest is rising and falling at a rapid pace, his eyes are glued to the exhibited milky flesh of my thigh and there’s a very nice bulge in his pants.
“What’s the benefit for, Jeremy?” I get no response from the man in a beautiful tailored tuxedo sitting close enough that I could reach out and touch, but choose to build the anticipation and the raw need by not having any physical contact.
“Hmmm?” Jeremy’s eyes slowly drag up to mine and an obvious and heated gaze is passed between us.
“The benefit. What’s it for?”
“Darling can I please kiss you?” He starts to lean in.
“No. What’s the benefit for?”
“Just one kiss. Your thigh’s calling me, I’m hard and I need one kiss.”
“No. Now what’s the benefit for or I’ll make you go the entire night without touching me, and I’ll tease you to the point you won’t be able to walk.”
“Oh come on, Frankie, you can’t tell me you don’t want this as much as I do.”
“Last time I ask, Jeremy before you understand the true meaning of the word uncomfortable.”
“Shit.” Jeremy expels a huge gush of air that he seems to have been holding in. “The benefit’s to raise money for homeless youths. There’re a few homes that take them in, offer them beds for the night, food, somewhere safe to be and counselling. They desperately need an injection of money so they can update some facilities in the houses.”
“How much are they hoping on making?”
“They’re after two million but they think tonight will make them just over one million.”
“How much is Senator Miller contributing to it?”
“Well, actually I think Mother has me here to kiss arses and start with the campaign trail.”
What? He’s not contributing?
“So you’re telling me you’re here to be seen but to do fuck all? Are you serious, Senator?”
“Frankie I can’t contribute to every benefit I go to.”
“Well then don’t go to every fucking benefit and contribute to the important ones. You don’t think homeless youths are important? What the hell are we doing here? You’re a hypocritical arsehole, Jeremy.”
“Darling it’s not me…..”
“Don’t fucking Darling me because right now you’re just another politician after status and nothing else. A typical lying politician.”
“It’s not like that. It’s complicated.”
“There’s nothing complicated about this. You’ve been invited here to assist them because they have a need that they can’t provide for themselves. You have a social responsibility to provide for the ones who require the help. You’re in a position of power and you want to use that position to gain more power for yourself. That’s just plain bullshit. Simple as that.”