Chapter 8: Marcia initiates Alice
Donald Appleby replaced the phone and relaxed against the leather interior in the back of his limousine. The conversation with Emmanuel Nmobu couldn't have gone better. All that remained was for the two brothers to sign the contract and the biggest deal of his life would be finalised. That ceremony would take place during the forthcoming party at his house.
Immediately afterwards, he'd ensure that he met the brother's final request. Carmella was already putting the finishing touches to that...
He turned to Angela. After their late end to the day, he'd offered to drop her home as a reward for her diligence. That wasn't the only reason, of course.
"I don't think you've been in the limousine since that first time, have you?" he asked, flicking his ponytail in a gesture of quiet satisfaction. He was being provocative, he knew.
"No," she quietly whispered in that upper class voice of hers. He understood why she refused to look him in the eye. Her face had turned red, but that had nothing to do with the Appleby Blush. For the first time in their sexual relationship he hadn't fed her any tonight.
The symmetry tickled him. She'd succumbed to him in the back of the limo that very first time primarily because he'd given her a dose of Blush. She might have been able to resist his persistent advances up to that point, but it hadn't been possible for her to withstand the effect of the aphrodisiac. In a few moments time she'd freely give herself to him because of the hold he'd established over her, rather than the effect of the aphrodisiac. His mind went back to those early days. Dinners, gifts, exotic locations, even thinly veiled threats had all failed to bring the desired result. She'd only recently married, she'd naïvely told him, and would never dream of cheating on her husband. Her stubborn resistance to his advances had been such that he doubted that—even with his persuasive powers and money—she would eventually have given in. Not that he cared...
A single drop of Blush made the question hypothetical.
On the rare occasion a woman had resisted his advances, he'd instantly dismissed them from their well paid job. But this stunning black haired beauty was so stylish, so classy and so sexy that he'd persevered. Not the sharpest tool in the box, but her body more than made up for it. And she'd displayed a wild side even he could never have imagined.
"What made you give in?" he teased, even now unable to resist the opportunity to play with her. It made him feel more powerful. Even working as closely with him as she did, the Essex woman still had no idea of the existence of the liquid aphrodisiac.
"Donald..." she began in that posh accent of hers. Her sexy body shuffled on the seat beside him. "I... I don't know..."
"Personally," he told her, running a hand over her knee. "I can't understand how you held out for so long. I assume your husband still has no idea of all the duties you perform for me?
"That's not fair..." she told him, sending a concerned look into his eyes. She'd never dream of upsetting him, but he knew she hated talking about her husband. It made her infidelity more real, and as ridiculous as it was, she tried to keep her sex sessions with Appleby separate from her life at home.
"I understand," he told her, the hint of coldness in his voice confirming that nothing could be further from the truth. "Take your dress off, Angela."
The sideways glance she shot him was accompanied by a few second's hesitation. It was the only time since their first tryst that she'd shown any uncertainty. That was fine, he decided. Without the Blush to remove her inhibitions, this was another first step of sorts. And one he'd enjoy all the more because of that fact.
"Now," he prompted. The cold, hard tone brooked no argument.
This time she reacted, although her movements were less certain than on previous occasions. Reaching behind her, she unzipped herself, keeping her unusually bashful eyes on an imaginary spot in front of her as she reached for the straps of her dress. She pulled them down until it was bunched around her waist.
Appleby licked his lips as his gaze devoured her Playboy-like breasts that spilt over the top of her black plunge bra. Like much of her lingerie, it was one of his purchases. With a sexy twist of her body, she eased up and dragged the rest of the dress down her hips until it pooled on the floor beside her, revealing the skimpy matching panties.
The businessman's cock instantly lengthened.
"Take it off," he said, nodding at her bra. She shouldn't have needed to be reminded.
This time her searching eyes did find his. Was that defiance he saw there? He was becoming irritated—maybe she'd need to be taught a lesson...
Her full breasts bounced free as she discarded the bra. Her nipples were already hard. Other than Carmella, had he ever seen such a sexy sight? His erection twitched.
"Now the panties," he impatiently told her, reminding himself to stay calm. He was becoming so used to having women under the influence of Blush that he'd almost forgotten how some conquests needed to be coerced. Still, that made it all the sweeter. Conquering a woman's mind was far more preferable than just feeding them the drug.
The Blush simply helped ease the path to supremacy.
***
Marcia ordered another two Green Vesper's from the cute waitress in dimly lit bar. She'd chosen the location carefully and the small table in the far corner was perfect for their meeting. Couples were all around them—all women, such was the nature of the club—but there was no chance of being overheard. Everyone was concentrating on themselves.
She'd used Alice's visit to the restrooms to surreptitiously add a drop of Blush to the blonde's first cocktail. It was all too evident from the young girls' dreamy eyes and flirty gestures that the aphrodisiac had already done its work.
"It was a sexy night," she laughed, running her hand along the soft flesh of Alice's thigh.
She'd already pushed the hem of the light blue dress so far up that the girl's panties were almost exposed. Instead of embarrassment, the arousal in Alice's sea blue eyes had increased further. She loved the way the girl's pale flesh was so different to her own tanned body. That erotic contrast would be even sexier when they were both naked...
"Girl, you were so hot," she added, pushing her curvy body a little closer.
Alice giggled and opened her legs a little wider to accommodate the feather light touch. Her blonde hair bounced on her shoulders as she threw her head back and drained the remains of her second cocktail. Marcia wasn't only a sexy woman, she was so easy to talk to, too. She couldn't believe how much she'd already confided to the curly haired redhead.
No one else in her circle of friend's knew about her one night stands, and confessing to Marcia in the corner of the intimate club increased her arousal further. Whatever the reason, she was really feeling it tonight. She'd elaborated a little on some of the stories, just to see if her new friend would be as turned on by them as she was. From Marcia's constant questions, and gleaming green eyes, it appeared she was.
Of course, she'd explained that her love of one-off sex was a personal preference. Confiding that she needed to keep her anonymity because she was a cop was a step too far...
"You were so hot too, Marcia" she replied, not the least embarrassed any longer to admit it. She pushed a hand through her hair in another flirty gesticulation. Memories of being fucked so comprehensively by Tony Daly filled her mind, but so did the recollection of the redhead's sexy body as she'd writhed on Alonso and taken him to yet another orgasm.
Alice kept telling herself she wasn't into girls, but there wasn't any doubt that naked, with those full tits and array of curves, Marcia had made a mouth-watering impression.
Then there were the intimate moments she and the redhead had shared...
The kiss had been unexpected and maybe even hotter because of that. Marcia's lips felt softer, much different to any man she'd ever been with. So was the way the curly haired woman had instructed her to fuck Daly again while she'd rubbed Alice's clit. The cop still wasn't sure if it was Daly's cock that had got her off or what Marcia was doing to her.
All she knew was that had been the strongest orgasm she'd had in a long time.
Marcia kept her hand on Alice's thigh when the waitress returned with their third set of cocktails. "Nice butt," she whispered, loud enough for the woman to hear as she placed their third set of Green Vesper's on the table beside them. The waitress sent the couple a cheeky grin as she turned away and Alice could swear she put an extra swing in her hips as she returned to the dimly lit bar area.
"What did you think of Daly?" Marcia asked, returning her attention back to the blonde. "Have you ever had anyone as big?"
"Never," Alice said, with a sexy giggle. She'd been with lots of men but no-one had ever approached Daly's size. No wonder Kirsten had long held her fixation for black men. She felt guilty that she'd been the one who'd got it on with Daly rather than her fellow cop. She'd never be able to let that particular cat out of the bag.
"Wait 'til you have another black man," Marcia chuckled, stroking her fingers to within a fingernail of Alice's thong covered sex. Implanting the thought was essential in view of Carmella's plans at the party. "Other than being with a woman, being fucked by a black man is my favourite activity."
Alice felt the flush of heat rise and flutter inside her. Other than being with a woman...
"God, this is good," she mumbled, slurping at her new drink so that she had time to gather her breath. It had suddenly grown very hot in there.
