Tease or Challenge

I called Brittany late Thursday evening and after pleasantries I begin to tell her that I had seen her modeling earlier in the afternoon. There is a black tie charity affair the next evening that is being hosted by my latest big client and my company has agreed to be a major sponsor of, that it will be good PR for my company. I needed an escort and knowing it is short notice I gave her a call. ” Brittany, I know you have never met me. Do you think you can join me there? I know its last minute, the gown you wore on earlier today will be an excellent choice of attire and I promise, I will make it worth your time.” Knowing who John Malone is, she agrees and we make plans to meet there. The next night, Brittany arrives at the impressive establishment, where I’m waiting outside, I descend the stairs to escort her inside just as the valet opens her door and assists her out. As her eyes begin to look around, she notices me taking an appreciative second look at the décolletage of her evening gown and the enticing curves left bare to anyone’s glance.

” Good evening, Mr. Malone! You look magnificent tonight!” Brittany says as I take her fingers into my hand tucking them beneath my elbow, my hungry eyes devouring her attire. The long glittering black dress is clinging to her voluptuous figure revealing the curve of her waist crowned off by her breasts and round hips. The halter style neckline not only leaves a large amount of her breasts gleaming in the street lights, but also her smooth creamy shoulders and the upper portion of her back bare to my touch, both physical and visual. Her thick blonde tresses are stylishly swept into an alluring coiffure with a few loose tendrils curling around the ivory column of her long neck. ” Ms. Snow, you are amazing! I do believe that quiet innocent girl demeanor of yours is just a facade as you look like you could show the Kennedy’s a thing or two about society functions. You are ravishing! In fact if I didn’t have to do this, I would propose that we skip this and return to my house for other events.” I say as I smile down into her eyes framed by a thick fringe of jet black lashes. Her glistening wine colored lips beckon me, and pressing a light kiss upon her mouth I pull her against my tall 6’4″ frame.

Turning to face me, she slides her hand up my chest to smooth the lapels of my jacket, in the guise of removing any trace of lint but to have a reason to be able to touch my chest and feel the firm steady beating of my heart beneath. Looking up into my intense gaze, I draw her into my embrace as I lean down to kiss her enticing mouth again. Enjoying the warmth of the moment for a time, I reluctantly pull away and announce that it is time to go inside. Brittany believes my choice of words were ” to face the music.”
As we enter the room where the festivities are being held, Brittany takes a moment to absorb the surroundings, everything from the softly lit chandeliers to the small group of musicians playing waltzes from one corner of the room. A waiter pauses with a tray of champagne, so I take two glasses from him and pressing one into her hand, I murmur something about holding the thing for appearances.

When I leaned towards her to explain the presence of the glass, my vantage point allows me a breathtaking view of her breasts pressed provocatively up into bodice of her gown as I slip my hand against the small of her back I feel the ridges of the stays beneath and realize that this delightful view is being provided by a corset. My hand caresses her back, seemingly of its own will and when she looks up into my eyes they have become intense. Realizing that the inevitable outcome of me holding her in this manner is going to lead to a pre-emptory departure from the gala, I place tight reigns on my rapidly rising passion placing a kiss on her temple, I softly promise myself, ” Later” as you begin the process of introductions. As I lead us around the room greeting those I know and nodding appropriately to acknowledge those business colleagues I see afar, I know that several men are admiring my choice of escorts. On occasion, as I made the introductions I notice that the men’s eyes have never quite made it all the way to look into her softly smiling eyes but have lingered on the swells of her cleavage. To the point where I was forced to clear my throat a couple of times and gently turn her away to keep their fascination from becoming offensive.

” John, you dog! Who is this gorgeous creature with you?” I make the required introductions and I mention with some satisfaction, that he is the second leading salesmen in one of my divisions, I notice that his eyes are focused farther south at the curve of her hip. Realizing that his gaze is roaming the curves and valleys of her hips and thighs as defined by the drape of her dress and I see that his mind is filling in the details kept hidden from his view, I’m annoyed at his audacity. While you didn’t even raise a brow when the others had previously ogled the cleavage displayed by this same gown, you are not so inclined to allow him of all people to trespass, even mentally, on the ground that I have claimed as mine.