"Of course, the debtors didn't get everything. In actual fact they didn't get anywhere near what they had claimed for. But we, on the other hand, did quite nicely out of the sell off it must be said."
For the first time a wide, beaming smile crossed Julia's face. Benevolent victory. The eyes lit up, the perfect white teeth sparkled. It was as though she got her own kind of buzz out of seeing this poor unnamed man and his company ruined. It was a hint as to her ruthlessness. But in utter fairness to her, she had to be ruthless in her line of business.
"Come let's retire to the lounge."
Julia's dinner parties were kind of 'informal formal' for want of a better description. Instead of the usual power-suits associated with the super fast world of the City, it was an excuse for the ladies to dress up. Get in touch with their hyper-femininity. That is, the girls found it great fun to bring out the big guns in designer evening and cocktail wear, whilst the guys could tone it down a bit having been in suits for the better part of the previous month.
If Julia hadn't forged out an uber-successful career in the City, she could have, with ease become a super model. A clothes horse to the world's exclusive designers. With size zero firmly in the past, and a resurgence in curvy femininity, Julia would have made it and made it big. Standing some five feet ten inches in her bare feet and with a jaw dropping 40d-26-36 figure, it wasn't just her manner, or the things she did that commanded attention. Words such as Amazonian and Statuesque had been used to describe her. But not only that, she was confident in her manner and the way she carried herself and, there was an air of authority about her that quite frankly mesmerised all whose eyes were cast over her. She had a thick mane of succulent dark red hair that was as stunning as it was natural. And, despite her thirty eight years, she had a flawless natural beauty that captivated anyone who came into contact with her. Julia was quite simply the perfect package and whilst outside her circle there would have been undoubted jealousy and resentment towards her, personally and what she had achieved, within her tight little circle there was no such jealousies. The women knew their husbands drooled after her. For gods sakes, they drooled after her themselves! But it was just that. Dinner party drools, and the mind fodder required for quick wank sessions during intense weeks wheeling and dealing in the City for the guys. It was Julia's way of instilling some karma, spirit and morale in her team. She seemed to do that with an expert and relaxed ease.
Julia's house was a new build. A mock mansion built in the traditional Victorian or Georgian style. And yet inside, there was a conflict. Georgian and Victorian meets modern, electic, minimalist. A huge, high double fronted door which opened into an entrance hall that would be better suited to being called a foyer since from either side, a large sweeping staircase arched round and met in the middle of the first floor. That balcony then overlooking the entire entrance area. On the first floor, six en-suite bedrooms that included two master suites plus four guest suites. The master suites all including full size dressing rooms. On the ground floor, through to the right coming in from the front door, a reception room that led through to a dining room and two further large reception rooms. In the main reception room or 'lounge' as Julia had come to call it, a fully stocked bar and sumptuous furniture that was designed for relaxation. A huge sixty inch plasma screen adorned one wall and premium sound had been plumbed in with all wiring and connections invisible to the highest of standards. Off the dining room a massive, fully equipped kitchen complete with Aga Cooker that had been and would be sorely underused. State of the art appliances all gleaming in stainless steel and aluminium. That was another contrast, the old style Aga cooker and the super modern, stainless steel appliances. In a modern house that was both traditional, and modern. A profiler would never be able to accurately profile Julia. At least not from where she lived.
Julia had owned the house for less than a year and had only been moved in for around six months. She didn't cook, wouldn't cook. Even the fridges were reserved for the best in champagne and wines plus only the best in nibbles. But nothing substantial in food otherwise. She bought the place for its entertainment potential. And for its privacy. Especially for the privacy and the security. Coming in at almost £2 million, this property was situated in the higher end of estate agencies stock.
Off to the left of the front door as one comes in, and through rather grand double glass door, a ground level indoor heated swimming pool, sauna, jacuzzi and gym facilities. More or less a self contained leisure and fitness facility. From that area a staircase to the basement where there was a fully fitted cinema with state of the art audio video facilities. This was where serious film watchers could immerse themselves in high end digital pictures and surround sound.
Despite all of what the house offered, it remained a simple fact that the focal point of the impressive property was that entrance foyer. Marble tiled, high and surrounded by the two sweeping staircases that met into a balcony on the first floor. Impressive. Yes indeed. Julia knew how to spend her money. And this entrance hall was completely minimalist. Just the marble floors and mirrored walls to either side to give an impression of space. Lots of space. And light. Lots of natural light mixed with a surreal light that was thrown in by the huge stained glass window above the front doors. No overly dressed consort tables or other furniture taking up floor space. There were just two thick round pillars, each one set to the inside of the foots of the stair cases that swept up to the first floor. These pillars, looked like serious load baring pillars that disappeared up into the ceiling high above the ground floor hall. At the bases of these pillars just two expensive looking statues of very fulsome, topless women, cast or painted in black. These statues simply looked on anyone who came in through the front doors. Like centurions of the feminine kind. One would imagine, quite intimidating sights for anyone entering the house for the first time.
The group had moved into the main lounge of the house. All were scattered around the extreme deep, leather covered sofas and seats and there was the general mish mash of sound that occurred when several conversations were on the go all at one. A melting of sound that created a din. In this case though it was a soft, kind of orderly din. Julia had cleared away some glasses from the dining room to the kitchen area and sent the last of the caterers away. As she came back into the lounge, the din hushed. She had that effect. Without saying a word she could hush a room. All eyes on her and the spectacular cocktail dress she had chosen for the night. A black number that was both low cut in the front and back and was short enough at several inches above the knees to display and expose what were actually incredibly long and shapely legs. The dress was very provocative in that the main body of it was a silky smooth black satin that left enough flesh on view that attention was gripped. It was sexy enough without... but the dress was then covered in a transparent layer of finer black silk. Almost like a nylon. So the flesh exposed by the main dress was covered, but only in an additional source of provocation that was the transparent silky nylon material.
Julia looked stunning. Incredibly so. And the gentle roll, the soft movement of her breasts under that whispy see through layer drew the eyes in. And kept them drawn in. The confident, almost arrogant strut that Julia employed when she walked did everything to emphasise herself to anyone that might have been watching. That is everyone. The fact that she always, but always had her feet arched into the severest stiletto heels that she could manage only added to the sight she presented to everyone. In this case, simple black pumps that sported such thin, tapered stiletto heels that any onlooker would wonder, mostly in jaw dropping silence how she managed still to look so elegant. The heels were tipped, quite cruelly with steel caps that kind of contrasted alarmingly with the otherwise smooth shiny blackness of the rest of the shoe. The vision in black that was Julia then finished of with those quite spectacular legs being clad in only the most expensive, sheerest nylon. It was completely understandable that as she entered, or re-entered a room, all conversation hushed and all eyes were drawn to her.
"Oh don't tell me, you've all been talking about me and that's why its gone so quiet in here."
Julia knew that wasn't the case. It was simply her way of having a little joke. As the evening wore on her voice had become more throaty, more husky. It seemed everything she said was said with a tease. She just simply could not help herself. She slumped on to a sofa next to one of her colleagues husband's. It was like another little game she played. Which one should she turn into a gibbering wreck this time? Steven sat like the proverbial fly in the spiders web. Tried to move to get over an 'all is cool with the world' look that didn't actually work. As Julia's hips gently brushed his, he redenned up into a blush which the group thought was a hoot. It was ridiculous. These were a well established group of mature friends that had been meeting like this for years. And yet, every time, Julia was able to pick one and reduce them to a nervous wreck who would be afraid to move in case they exposed the raging erection that had been caused by her simply entering the room. It was as though one might hint at a touch of Female Domination of the Fetish kind. All the ingredients were there. But it was just that, a hint.
The rasp of nylon on nylon as Julia crossed her legs was quite sharp, and acute in the relative silence of the room. It was also deliberate. No-one could wear nylons like that, and not know of that whispering rasp as nylon thigh rubbed nylon thigh. Women naturally crossed their legs, and they also naturally, consciously or not, enjoyed drawing attention to themselves or their better attributes. Julia had so many 'better attributes' that it would be difficult to focus on just one. Her legs though were up there with the best of them. And her leg crosses were always a sight to behold. Leaving the stiletto'd foot of her crossed over leg just slightly bouncing. Probably even that slight bouncing of the stiletto was deliberate. It was the wife of this night's particular 'victim' that had decided to at least partly save him from being completely humbled and devoured by Julia.
