Chapter 27 New Lambs in the Fold
The Samuelson dinner was just a few days away, and we were excited about the prospect of cucking the scion of an old blue blood New York family. We had our regular cleaning service come Thursday before the big dinner, and I got to shop for a new outfit. Friday, I left work early so we could be fully prepared. Angel came with me; despite her crazy unconventional look, she had a really great eye for fashion, and we had become bosom girlfriends.
We had a lot of fun shopping fancy boutiques uptown and chic and trendy ones downtown. I was looking for something very specific. It had to be sexy, but not too much, fun but stylish. I had to draw out Ashley Samuelson to broach the subject.
I picked up some super sexy lingerie (a girl could never have enough) and finally found the perfect outfit for the dinner. It was simple black dress that revealed all of my assets just perfectly while still being totally classy, and would cover up most of my breast markings (which we feared might put Ashley off, if she saw too much to soon). I got a pair of black pumps to go with it. They were all very expensive, but totally worth it.
After the shopping, I had spa day, while Angel accompanied me—drink in hand the whole time. She wasn't really "a spa kind of girl," she said, "more of a spa voyeur." So, she just watched, while I was being massaged, pampered, waxed, facialed and mani-pedied, with a never empty gin and tonic in her hand regaling me with stories of adventures both with and before Bob.
I got home to the wonderful aroma of Vera's dinner preparations. Vera was wearing a very smart French chef outfit and Bernie was dressed as a waiter. They looked cute as a button, but I had my doubts about Bernie's ability to pull the thing off. I showered, cleaned and primped myself inside and out. Daddy got home just as I was doing my makeup in my dressing room. He popped his head in to see how I was progressing.
He had actually made an effort, which was unusual; it was hard to get him out of black tees and chinos. He had gotten a haircut and a shave and had on a casual jacket but a black tee under and a pair slacks. He was looking so tasty that I suddenly felt a pang of jealousy. I was setting up my man to have this hot rich bitch as his slut; what the fuck was I thinking? But I caught myself before going too far down that road.
Though I knew he really didn't like it so much, I made him kiss me deeply and passionately before I put on my lipstick. I was trying make out hot and heavy, and he was trying to squirm out of it. But I grabbed his head and held him into mine, until I was satisfied. Just as I let him go, I realized what I had done, but he seemed to understand that every once in a while, I needed a bit of control.
We were all ready, looking dapper and sexy, when the intercom buzzer went off just on time. The Samuelsons were soon at the door. I opened the door with Daddy next to me with his arm around my waist. A tableau of conventional domesticity, we went through the customary exchanges.
"Good evening, Jake and Ashley," I said, "this is my fiancé, Jordan James Jenkins. Honey, this is Ashley and Jake Samuelson."
"Come in, come in. Very glad to meet you both." Daddy said graciously. Reached for Jake's hand and engulfed it in his, reached with the other arm drawing Ashley close and pecked her on the cheek casually.
"Oh, thanks for inviting us, lovely to meet you," Ashley purred.
I could tell from their attire that they too had gone to some trouble preparing for our date. I had thought Jake looked good for fifties, but he was actually 63, and his wife 37. She looked stunning in a rich royal purple fitted-coat, and when she took it off, she had on a yellow silk halter top that accentuated her generous globes and tight little skirt that struggled to cover her enviable buttocks and accentuated her long shapely legs.
He was wearing a tight gray flannel suit, but the jacket had brocaded panels of colorful faux paisley. He wore a long muffler and a long leather frock coat over it. He looked like an even more eccentric Sherlock Holmes. It was clear that unlike my man, Jake was a big fan of fashion. He was not unhandsome, but though taller than average, he had very delicate features that made him seem like a smaller man.
I very carefully watched her reaction to Mr. Jenkins to get a read on her. Her response was a lot like Lori's that first day at the PT clinic. This was a good a sign. I would have to get her alone to further gauge her interest. We had decided to allow them to think we were swingers and progress gently from there to where we really wanted to go. We moved into the living/dining room area near the kitchen.
They complimented the apartment, though I was sure they had something even more extravagant than ours. It still amazed me that this was my home, now. I grew up within walking distance, but it might as well have been a galaxy away. My mom and I lived in a one-bedroom walk-up (really a studio cut in half to make the bedroom), and now... we had rooms, as big as that apartment, which I had seen only a few times since I had moved in.
We sat down to drinks and again, neither Jake nor Ashley stopped checking me out, though now they seemed to alternate between me and Daddy.
"So, how did you two meet?" Daddy posed, knowing almost every detail full well from my telling and the Internet.
"Well, we worked together at Jake's foundation; I helped set it up. I can't say it was love at first sight, but let's just say he wore me down. We've been together, what is it, Jake? Six years?"
"Yeah, about that. I didn't have to wear you down all that much, as I remember, sweetheart. Hee hee hee."
"Oh, shut up, you're lucky I gave you the time of day, you old geezer."
"Hey, I'm still not too old, ha ha ha. So, about you two?"
"That's a bit complicated," Daddy put in and changed the subject, "So, Jake, I know your grandfather was in railroads, but what does your company do these days?"
"Yes, Jordan, that was great-grandfather, but we diversified long ago. We are mostly a capital equities firm now. We buy or takeover problematic companies and either liquidate their assets or turn them around. I say we, but I don't really have much to do with the day-to-day anymore. Ashley has more to do with it, and she mostly works on foundation stuff, which is where our real focus is these days. I don't even sit on the board anymore, and Ashley's seat is mostly ceremonial, like the Queen. But that's just boring stuff. What do you two do for fun."
I worried this line of questioning too would present problems this early in the conversation, but just then, Vera came out of the kitchen to declare dinner ready. I motioned Ashley to go "powder our noses" together, and we excused ourselves and went into the powder room across from the dining area. It was like the rest of the apartment huge. It was set up for large parties, so it had two stalls and two sinks and sitting area with vanities.
"Oh, my God, you got so lucky with that Jordan. He is just gorgeous! What's he like... you know, ahem... erm... downstairs."
"If you think I got lucky upstairs, you have no idea how lucky I got downstairs."
"Oh, my, my! Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
"More personal than my man's penis size?"
"You've got a point, but, actually, kinda, yes. You are trans, right? Not that you are not gorgeous yourself and sexy as hell too. I'm just curious."
