There was a full length mirror in Logan and Chloe's bedroom that Vannah needed to use. She stood in front of it in a white mini dress with lace splicing that traveled up her back , over her shoulders and down into the V neckline that ended perfectly at the crease between her breasts, allowing a slightly less obscene amount of cleavage to show than she was used to.
Her dark hair had been tied into two braids on either side of her head that were tied together elegantly at the back. It all lended a very virginal charm to her appearance, Chloe had pointed out.
She had almost seemed gleeful when she picked it out and even more so when Vannah had put it on. Still Vannah couldn't help being mesmerized by the woman in the mirror.
She twisted this way and that in her open toe heels, enjoying the almost regal look she was sporting and the sexy way her thick thighs dimpled. Her self-satisfied smirk tightened her cheeks as she thought about the style of tiara she would prefer.
Then her face pursed with the realization that her white dress might be stained with Chloe's father's seed by the end of the night. Images raced in of her being taken in a bathroom stall or in some alley bent over with the fifty-something man artlessly shoving his girth into her with a wicked smile as he grunted his dominance over her.
Vannah sighed and reminded herself that things seldom were as bad as imagined and something wicked in her stomach growled and forced her mind to replay the images again. She struggled to breathe through the need gnawing at her center.
By the time they'd gotten home the night before, Logan and Chloe seemed to be restless and when they weren't having sex in their room loudly, they were roaming around the condo.
Vannah had been so tired she simply drifted off without the 'self-care' her body was now aching for. Her day had been filled with worrying about tonight and more torture-grooming with Genesio. Still, she couldn't deny the results.
Chloe reappeared in the open doorway. She held onto the side of the frame and tilted her head back with her empty-headed smile shining.
"He's downstairs." the blonde prison guard offered and Vannah heard the priest muddering psalms 23:4 as she sauntered with every bit of resolve she could muster.
She saw Logan with his expression equal parts concern, gratitude, and arousal. She winked at him and he offered her a thankful smile. Her resolve solidified.
A smooth elevator descended and she emerged in the lobby to the sound of the British robot woman's voice. She didn't make it far before spotting the long black limousine through the front glass wall.
Ben stood next to the open back door, hands in the pockets of his black slacks. He regarded her through his black frames with an expression somewhere between apathy and impatience, while a young man, clearly the driver, in a plain white and black suit and tie held the door open.
His youthful face twisted his well-trimmed goatee into a sweet smirk as the beautiful girl in the white dress approached. Ben gave only a half-hearted nod as he tugged at the lapel of his dark blood colored suit jacket.
As Vannah exited the double doors, the sacrificial lamb all dressed in white, Ben simply gestured toward the door like an usher. His black shirt completed the black and red ensemble that gave off strong devil vibes.
Vannah ducked her head and treated both men to the sight of her firm ass in her dress as she inserted herself into the vehicle.
Her eyes flashed surprise as she was greeted by the smiling faces of four other women. Ben scooted in next to her as she sat down and waved in the women's direction.
"Hello." they waved back with polite grins on beautiful faces. The nearest one spoke first in her spaghetti strapped rosewood cocktail dress. Her stunning legs were crossed and she was reclined into the side bench seat with the other women as if she didn't care how much of her bare thigh anyone could see.
"Is this your
Pollyanna
?" The question was aimed at Ben.
"Yea." he answered matter-of-factly as he was suddenly thumbing at his phone.
"Cute." the woman elongated the word as she nodded and smiled approvingly. She held out a hand and Vannah still looked nervous as she shook it.
"Alexis." she introduced.
"Vannah." Ben gestured to the driver and the limousine pulled off. The women were giggling and whispering amongst each other, all the while casting curious looks in Vannah's direction.
"Are you all headed to the party then?" The quartet affirmed.
"Are we all
Pollyannas
?" Alexis shook her head.
"Once upon a time maybe, but I think we're a little old to make the cut now." Vannah frowned, but the woman's hand pushed playfully at her knee.
"Oh, buck up, now. We've all been in your shoes. Trust me. It's worth it."
If she was older, she wasn't by much, but her tone insinuated 30 years of distance between their ages.
Still, the other women seemed to cosign her words and Vannah relaxed a bit as they sped to their destination. Ben was silent most of the ride and didn't seem to bite when Vannah offered a few hints to some lectures or magazine articles Chloe had prepped her with.
He spent the whole ride staring into his phone or making inappropriate jokes with the other women. When they stopped in a parking garage of what looked like a random office building downtown, Ben immediately got out.
"Don't worry. This can be fun if you let it." Alexis whispered.
Vannah felt a small amount of comfort, but touched at the obvious question.
"If I'm the
Pollyanna
, what are you guys?" Alexis smiled wider.
"We're the chips." she made her eyebrows jump for emphasis.
"She means chippies."
One of the other girls blurted and the older women all laughed in unison. The answer froze Vannah's face in a confused half-smile and still clueless, but she exited the vehicle with everyone else without fuss.
Soon, Ben herded his high-heeled, made-up, and fashionable flock towards a large elevator in the parking structure. When the doors opened with a low tone and they were all inside, He unexpectedly hit the button for one of the basement floors.
Vannah decided concentrating on breathing was the best course of action. The activity was simple and uncomplicated and somehow helped her beat back her anxiousness. Anxiety gave way to intrigue as they reached the designated floor.
The doors opened into what looked like a trendy reception area. But it was too dimly lit to be an office. The desk was lined with LED lights and the floor was clearly a typical industrial polished cement. The walls were pulsing with a thumping and humming that took a few moments for Vannah to place. A woman approached the group. Her hair was slicked back into a shiny pony tail and her face was obscured by a rhinestone mask, but her blue eyes and pink lips were still apparent. She stopped in front of Vannah and looked back at Ben.
"White." he called out the color and the woman grabbed Vannah's wrist without a word and placed a white wristband on it. "Red. Green. Blue. Orange."
Ben continued to call out the colors and the woman in the black dress put the corresponding band on that woman's wrist. Vannah looked at hers like it might explode and spotted Ben's initials emblazoned on it.
The woman then handed Ben four poker chips; red, green, blue, and orange. All the women followed their shepherd, once again, through the double doors as a large man in all blackstanding next to them, apparently security, hit a button and the doors opened.
The room, there in, was only slightly larger than you might expect the living room of a large home to be, but there was a large stage that took up most of it. A square table was set in the middle with only four place settings and small circular tables were arranged around it with five. A group of people were already gathered.
Vannah saw the pattern immediately, counting three men with fifteen women. Everyone cheerfully came together, shaking hands and making introductions. A shorter Asian man who spoke with a British accent was introduced as Arthur Chang. His jet black hair was styled in a trendy mess that was a youthful contrast to the scraggly salt and pepper beard he was sporting. His crows feet laden eyes sparkled at the women's arrival.
Another man whose handsome features were only slightly diminished by his clearly advanced age was introduced as Ben's partner Marvin Meyers. His blonde hair and bright green eyes were like beautiful chandeliers on the derelict mansion of his face.
The other man, deep brown skin, looked with hungry almost black eyes at Vannah. It made his sharp features and thin lips all the more villainous in appearance. Vannah's skin crawled when he bent to kiss her hand. His long hair loosely draped about his shoulders.
Soon, the humble party sat down as music party music played over the house speakers just high enough to enjoy, but not enough to impede conversation. Alexis held Vannah's hand and guided her to the seat next to her.
They sat down and Vannah watched as women in clear heels, silver lame front-tie halter tops, and matching mini skirts traipsed up to the men's table with flirty smiles and overly arched backs taking drink orders. She gawked as the powerful men eagerly pawed at openly offered breasts and ass under the guise of giving their complex drink orders. She was so taken with the show that she didn't see what was happening at her own table.
"And for the lady in white." a male voice called and Alexis tapped her with a giddy smile on her right.
Vannah looked and raised both eyebrows as a man with no shirt stood in a silver lame g-string and a matching collar bow tie around his neck, an expectant grin on his handsome face.
Alexis giggled, supposedly at the shocked expression on Vannah's face, "I-I...Ummm...I didn't get a drink menu." she finally said brain cloudy with the sensations that were being sent through her.
Her eyes roamed over his stout chest and the perfect ridges of his well-defined abdomen. Eight perfect bulging boxes beckoned and she scanned him in totally all the way down to the intimidating projection of the front of his g-string. Her womanhood revved beneath her dress and she could feel nervousness threatening to take over again.
"She'll have a sea breeze, sexy." Alexis said and as the man nodded and jotted the order down in the pad he was holding, she aggressively swung her hand forward and it met with his hard left ass cheek with a loud smack. She bit her lip as she cupped and squeezed. The man hardly even moved.
Vannah shot a look at her that seemed to sum up her shock at her boldness. Alexis dismissed it.
