party.
Everyone who was anyone was in attendance. She saw a few familiar faces from other parties—some of high society’s elite power players.
There was Richard Floyd, prominent divorce attorney to the stars. Maximus Armstrong, world renowned plastic surgeon to the rich and famous. And, of course, the unmistakably handsome Simon Cantor, international playboy and jet setter.
It was whispered in certain circles that Simon’s wealth was the by-product of some very creative blackmailing on the part of his mother, who was rumored to have been the mistress of an American president who'd had a weakness for beautiful women with exceptional skills at giving head. These men moved in spheres that Kennedy desired to be a part of. Their connections were lucrative and for him, they were his passport to the next level.
For Carmen, they were her ticket to freedom. Slowly, she made her way to her first accomplice, Richard.
“Are you enjoying the party, Richard?” She gave a warm, seductive smile.
He returned it and said, “So far I can’t complain. Lawsuits and divorce must be trending at the moment. Some of these people tonight are so desperate, I’m sure I’ll have a few new clients on Monday.”
A soft hint of a laugh bubbled up from Carmen. “I noticed you’re not married. Is it because of your work?”
“Yes and no. I’m too much of a freak to settle down with just one woman. It wouldn’t be fair. It’s best I remain single so I can sample all the pussy I want without requiring the use of my own legal services.”
Carmen sensed Richard was exactly the kind of man to appreciate a good, freaky fuck. She remembered all the other parties she’d attended with Kennedy and how she’d always felt Richard’s eyes devouring her.
If she was lucky, he would get the chance to do more than just devour with his eyes. She flashed her most provocative smile. “If you like a little spice and adventure in the bedroom, there will definitely be some fireworks just behind that door in about an hour.”
Richard slowly lifted his wine glass to his lips and cocked his left eyebrow. “Discretion is my middle name.”
Carmen gave him a sly wink and moved on to her next challenge, Maximus.
After working the room as the hostess for another ten minutes, Carmen casually approached Maximus Armstrong. She replaced his empty glass of scotch with a filled one. “I see you came unescorted. I was sure an attractive man such as you would have a date.”
He accepted the drink, took a pull from his electric cigarette and frowned. “I don’t have time to date, and the only woman who gets me off lately is my work. Too many times I get with a woman and when she finds out what it is I do for a living, instantly two things happen. One—she starts imagining herself as the next Mrs. Armstrong, and two—she’s begging me for a discount on her next nip-tuck.”
“So it’s been a while for you, huh?” Carmen asked.
Maximus paused a moment to think about it. “Let’s just say, I wouldn’t turn down any right about now.”
She leaned in as if to convey her sympathy for his situation and whispered, “Well if some easy, uncomplicated pleasure would restore your good mood, in about forty-five minutes, just behind those double doors on the second floor, a buffet of fucking will be waiting for you. Of course, discretion will be mandatory.”
Maximus tossed back his scotch, took a hard pull from his e-cigarette and nodded. “I can hardly wait.”
Carmen took the good doctor’s second empty glass, flashed him a naughty smile and eased on to the final puzzle piece to her freedom, Simon.
* * * *
Oddly enough, Simon Cantor had been covertly watching Carmen all evening. He had seen her at many social functions with her husband over the years. But tonight he sensed there was something different about her. Something was happening. It was how she was moving through the crowd of party goers—especially the more notably single male guests
Everyone who was anyone was in attendance. She saw a few familiar faces from other parties—some of high society’s elite power players.
There was Richard Floyd, prominent divorce attorney to the stars. Maximus Armstrong, world renowned plastic surgeon to the rich and famous. And, of course, the unmistakably handsome Simon Cantor, international playboy and jet setter.
It was whispered in certain circles that Simon’s wealth was the by-product of some very creative blackmailing on the part of his mother, who was rumored to have been the mistress of an American president who'd had a weakness for beautiful women with exceptional skills at giving head. These men moved in spheres that Kennedy desired to be a part of. Their connections were lucrative and for him, they were his passport to the next level.
For Carmen, they were her ticket to freedom. Slowly, she made her way to her first accomplice, Richard.
“Are you enjoying the party, Richard?” She gave a warm, seductive smile.
He returned it and said, “So far I can’t complain. Lawsuits and divorce must be trending at the moment. Some of these people tonight are so desperate, I’m sure I’ll have a few new clients on Monday.”
A soft hint of a laugh bubbled up from Carmen. “I noticed you’re not married. Is it because of your work?”
“Yes and no. I’m too much of a freak to settle down with just one woman. It wouldn’t be fair. It’s best I remain single so I can sample all the pussy I want without requiring the use of my own legal services.”
Carmen sensed Richard was exactly the kind of man to appreciate a good, freaky fuck. She remembered all the other parties she’d attended with Kennedy and how she’d always felt Richard’s eyes devouring her.
If she was lucky, he would get the chance to do more than just devour with his eyes. She flashed her most provocative smile. “If you like a little spice and adventure in the bedroom, there will definitely be some fireworks just behind that door in about an hour.”
Richard slowly lifted his wine glass to his lips and cocked his left eyebrow. “Discretion is my middle name.”
Carmen gave him a sly wink and moved on to her next challenge, Maximus.
After working the room as the hostess for another ten minutes, Carmen casually approached Maximus Armstrong. She replaced his empty glass of scotch with a filled one. “I see you came unescorted. I was sure an attractive man such as you would have a date.”
He accepted the drink, took a pull from his electric cigarette and frowned. “I don’t have time to date, and the only woman who gets me off lately is my work. Too many times I get with a woman and when she finds out what it is I do for a living, instantly two things happen. One—she starts imagining herself as the next Mrs. Armstrong, and two—she’s begging me for a discount on her next nip-tuck.”
“So it’s been a while for you, huh?” Carmen asked.
Maximus paused a moment to think about it. “Let’s just say, I wouldn’t turn down any right about now.”
She leaned in as if to convey her sympathy for his situation and whispered, “Well if some easy, uncomplicated pleasure would restore your good mood, in about forty-five minutes, just behind those double doors on the second floor, a buffet of fucking will be waiting for you. Of course, discretion will be mandatory.”
Maximus tossed back his scotch, took a hard pull from his e-cigarette and nodded. “I can hardly wait.”
Carmen took the good doctor’s second empty glass, flashed him a naughty smile and eased on to the final puzzle piece to her freedom, Simon.
* * * *
Oddly enough, Simon Cantor had been covertly watching Carmen all evening. He had seen her at many social functions with her husband over the years. But tonight he sensed there was something different about her. Something was happening. It was how she was moving through the crowd of party goers—especially the more notably single male guests
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