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.
"Sorry, there was a bit of a queue." Jess smiled at her client letting him slip his arm around her again.
When Tom returned to the party a couple of minutes later his wife was standing with Byron, his arm encircling her waist with his large black hand resting on her arse as they talked.
Frank came across to him, smirking, "You're a voyeur, you'll enjoy this Tom, follow me."
He glanced back at Jessica as he walked after Frank but Byron was already leading her away, guiding her towards the stairs.
Taking him into his office, Frank locked the door before going to the wall behind his desk. Then pressing a hidden switch, he opened a panel to reveal a large television screen.
"Just watch."
He operated a couple of buttons on his desk and the screen sprang to life to show four images of a luxurious bedroom, all taken from different angles.
"State of the art video recording equipment." He grinned at Tom as he opened another secret panel, this one with a safe behind it.
Tom couldn't see the code Frank used to open it but what he did see were a number of ledgers and a small quantity of computer discs stored there. Selecting an unused one from the pile the gang's boss unwrapped it and inserted it into a machine before turning his attention back to the screen on the wall.
Just at that moment the door to the bedroom opened and Tom watched as Byron Williams walked in with Jessica following behind holding onto his hand. Glancing apprehensively around her Jess realised they were in the master bedroom and, dropping his hand, she stood still turning to face her first ever client, waiting patiently as he closed the door.
Byron stepped towards her and she let him pull her body to his, her arms encircling his neck as he lowered his mouth onto hers in a long deep lingering kiss. Offering no resistance, she permitted his large hand to slide up between them, caressing her body as it went, to fondle her breast through the material of the dress. His sausage-like dark fingers digging into her small mounds, crudely mauling them as he mashed his thick lips onto hers.
"Maybe I should take it off." Jess murmured coyly, disentangling herself and moving away from him, "Perhaps you would do the honours and unzip me?"
Byron grinned as she turned her back, drawing her zip all the way down and allowing her dress to peel apart along her spine while she held it coquettishly across her chest.
In the other room Tom stared at the screen, watching intently as his wife let the garment fall to the floor. Exposing her breasts, she paused to scoop it up and deposit the garment across a chair before slipping back into her client's arms.
"There, isn't that better?" She purred sexily, tilting her head upwards and lifting her mouth up to his.
He leant in to kiss her again, his hand cupping her bare tit so his fingers could start to tease her firm nipples into lust hardened peaks.
"Oh shit."
Jessica trembled, mumbling, her arms back about his neck as she pressed her body tight against his, responding to his touch. She had gone into the room intent on playing her role as Frank's whore and faking her response but, as always, her body was starting to betray her.
Standing next to Tom, Frank was an equally avid spectator, his hand rubbing the bulge at the front of his pants while his eyes stayed glued to the screen.
"Jesus Christ, she's something else." He whispered to himself, echoing Tom's own erotic thoughts.
"Oh fuck, yes... that's feels so good.... Aaaahhhhhhhh!"
Jessica closed her eyes and threw her head back, whimpering softy as her long blonde hair fell around her shoulders, when Byron lowered his mouth to her breasts. Taking each nipple between his lips, to suckle greedily on them, he made her squirm and sigh with delight.
As he took her breasts in his mouth Byron's hand slid down her body until it was between Jessica's stockinged thighs. Letting his dark fingers trace along her slit through the gusset of her panties while she clung on to him, her head resting on his shoulder.
