Chapter 17 - Prostitute
Tom stood in the bedroom doorway watching dejectedly as Jessica rolled the black stockings up her long legs and fastened them to the clasps on her suspender belt.
"Are you really sure about this?" He asked with a sense of uneasiness, "You're actually going to become a prostitute if you do this for him."
His wife looked up at him as she stepped into the tight little blue cocktail dress she had chosen to wear.
"We don't have much choice, do we? We need to find out where he keeps his books or something else that will incriminate him properly. Now zip me up please baby."
Drawing up the zipper he had to admire the outfit she had chosen.
The dress was only just decent, strapless and tight it only covered her down to mid-thigh, barely concealing her stocking tops. Undoubtedly, she would have to be careful when she sat down.
"Do I look ok?" Jess wanted to know as she slipped on her black 3" stilettos.
"You look fabulous." Her husband responded glumly.
It was Friday night and they were heading to Frank Harwood's house where Jessica was supposed to 'entertain' one of his VIP guests at a small intimate party.
The intervening few days between their night with Rob and now had been uneventful. Jessica had done two shifts at the club, Wednesday night and Friday afternoon, both without incident, and the two had barely spoken about the subject of Rob with so many other things on their minds.
He felt sure that Jess was contemplating some sort of longer-term arrangement with their neighbour, once their investigation was over. Either with him in their bed or her in his, but as yet she hadn't divulged anything to him yet.
"Are you coming or do I have to drive myself?" Jessica's voice startled him.
"What... no, no... I'm ready." He picked up his keys and headed for the door.
"Tom."
He stopped and turned back towards her only to find her slipping her arms about his neck.
"I love you Tom... Remember it's just sex. Tonight is just another step towards bringing Frank Harwood down."
He pulled his wife closer, enveloping her in his grasp.
"I love you to, and yeah, I know it is but after everything else...."
"Don't you want your wife to become a prostitute?" Jessica giggled and fluttered her eyelashes at him.
Tom grinned, "Well yes, the idea really turns me on, but maybe it's going a bit too far."
"Come on we should go. We don't want to be late." Jess didn't answer and extricated herself from her husband's arms before picking up her clutch bag.
The drive to Frank's large detached house, took them around forty minutes and they arrived on his driveway just before a half past eight well ahead of the nine o'clock time they had been told.
They had barely entered the front door before Frank was there, quickly whisking Jessica away from her husband. Putting her arm through his he led her into the party leaving Tom to follow miserably, a few steps behind.
It was obvious to Jess from the looks that she got that most of the men there knew she was one of Frank's whores and, potentially, available to them at some time in the future. However, he didn't bother to introduce her to anyone else and just made a beeline for a large black male at the other side of the room.
"Byron, meet Jessica. This is the young lady I was telling you about." He guided Jess towards the other man, "Jessica this is Byron Williams."
The black man took her hand but let his eyes roam lasciviously up and down her body as a wicked smile crossed his lips.
"She's even more lovely than you said." Byron told the gang boss with a smirk.
"She certainly is. I'll leave you two to err... to get...acquainted." Frank grinned and moved back to Tom.
"Fucking hell, I almost kept her for myself tonight, she looks a million dollars." He leered at her as he said it to him.
"Yeah, she does." Tom agreed sullenly, still watching his wife interacting with her 'customer'.
"Get used to it, you'll be driving her to all her client bookings after this week-end. She's going to be very, very popular." He sneered at Tom derisively.
"But make sure she's here for 7 o'clock on Sunday night. I want to have her again first." He added after a moment, "I intend to be fucking her a lot as well."
Seething, Tom kept his temper under control. There was nothing he could do for the moment but accept Frank's orders.
For the next half-hour or so he stood around looking unhappy as he watched his wife and her 'client' chatting and laughing while they got to know each other. Byron's large black hand frequently wandering from her waist down onto her arse to gently grope her.
However, he did manage to get a moment with her when she excused herself to go to the bathroom and he discretely followed her out of the main room.
"So, what's the plan?" He asked as soon as they were out of earshot.
"Do you know who he is?" Jessica responded with a question of her own.
Tom shook his head, "No idea, sorry."
"He's standing for Parliament. He's probably going to be our next MP and I guess Frank wants him in his pocket." She informed her husband knowingly.
"Blackmail then?"
It was her turn to nod, "I've got to get him into the master bedroom, which won't be difficult. He can't keep his hands off me."
She shivered, partly from lust and partly from disgust, as she thought about his thick dark fingers on her body before continuing.
"My guess is that Frank intends to record him having sex with me somehow, to use as leverage later."
"So, all I have to do is find out how and where he's taping you?" Tom frowned knowing it wasn't going to be easy.
"I'd better get back; he's already getting impatient to get me upstairs." She kissed her husband lightly on the lips, "Remember, you're the man I love."
With that she turned on her heel and made her way back to the party.
