Dr. Anastasia Phillips checked her travel arrangements for her stop smoking seminar in Miami for the upcoming weekend, confirming flight, rental car and hotel accommodations for her trip the following day. She travelled less these days, about 20 times per year, having spent the last 10 years building the business and becoming the top stop smoking seminar specialist in the country. In addition to the ballroom sized stop smoking hypnosis sessions, she branched out into offering teaching seminars for hypnotists, psychologists and psychiatrists in each city she visited. The teaching seminars were usually on Fridays, and the stop smoking cattle calls were on Saturday. Anastasia Lubova Phillips had the following, the reputation, and skills for success, and she looked fabulous on a poster and website.
Her weekend plans now complete, she now was able to head to the stores to get the items needed for her gourmet meal to impress her husband's old friend. As she shopped for the needed ingredients, Anastasia felt something was off with her husband, primarily because he failed to please her sexually two nights in a row. In the years they had been together it had never happened once, nevermind two nights in a row. She allowed him to chalk it up to stress, as she knew he was close to finishing another playtoy.
Following the trip to the store for the groceries, Anastasia stopped at a local vineyard she liked to purchase wine to match the lamb she had just obtained from the butcher. The vineyard was just outside the city, and on the way back she would make sure to stop by her daughter's apartment to remind her to show up for dinner, and bringing her a latte would be a good start to catching up on things. Anastasia called her daughter to let her know she would be at her doorstep soon, and as usual left a message. Then texted the same message.
Alexis Phillips, the 19-year old daughter of the Doctors' was taking a gap year before starting college after her graduation from The Lake Preparatory Academy, derisively referred to as "Pretentious Prep". Its' students were the children of the Who's Who list of local wealth, politics, law and medicine, and the nickname surely fit Alexis Phillips. If pretentious were a major, Alexis Phillips would have been magna cum laude.
Since turning 18, Alexis had developed her own little bubble as a social media influencer, and was making good money promoting products through social media. Of course her parents' connections helped the cause, but her look was undeniably perfect for social media. While her mother was tall, thin, blonde, with a very pretty face and still shapely at 45, Alexis sported a natural beauty. She was 5'6" to her mother's statuesque 5'10", and her hair was a natural two tone of brown, her eyes almond shaped and hazel, that looked a different color depending on the light, a perfect nose, and the classic bow shaped full lips.
In short order, Alexis was influencing hair products, eye makeup and lashes, makeup and lip products for a number of companies. Her well proportioned, 5'6" 125 pound body with 34b breasts and athletic build also offered opportunities with products like bodysuits, yoga pants and shoes.
Her following on social media was ridiculously large, despite the inanity of the posts and lack of meaningful content. Mostly pictures of her with the product she was trying to have influenced. Over one-hundred thousand followers, most of which were young women who looked up to Alexis and tried to copy her style or makeup techniques. In social media circles, she was one on the rise- not just one of those instant instamodels.
Arriving at the apartment complex where Alexis lived, Anastasia parked her Porsche and walked up the stairs to the top floor, corner apartment, purse slung over her shoulder and two coffees in a container. There were boxes of all sizes outside the apartment door, early deliveries of the products to be promoted. Anastasia politely knocked, and waited. Several toe taps and an impatient sigh later, Anastasia put the coffees on one of the larger boxes, zipped open her purse and took out the keys to the apartment, opened the door, and entered the apartment.
"What the hell, Alexis don't you hear me knocking?" shouted Anastasia entering the apartment that she officially rented with her husband.
"Chill, Mom. Cool, Starbucks soy latte." said the teen, hardly acknowledging her mother's presence.
"Yes and hello to you too, Alexis," started Anastasia. "It isn't that difficult to open the door- remember who is on the lease and who pays the actual rent."
"Yeah well i was working. Making a video," replied Alexis, wearing a pink bodysuit and pink sneakers, with her makeup done in soft shades of pink, with her nails and lipstick also in pink.
"Well you do look fabulous, Alexis, even with all that pink," laughed Anastasia.
"Yeah well the companies are telling me the 13-17 age group is where im killing it, so yeah, pink," commented the teen. "Can you bring in those boxes now?"
"Don't forget, dinner tonight. 7 pm. Your dad invited some old college friend over. Your father wouldn't take no for an answer," Anastasia explained. "Make sure you're there, I don't want to be stuck listening to pathetic old frat boy stories alone. And get your own boxes, lazy bitch."
Anastasia and Alexis laughed at the comment as the tall blonde mother turned and walked out the apartment door. Alexis followed intending to get the packages from outside. Alexis stopped when she saw herself in the mirror by the door- stopping to check her makeup while thinking "Damn, I look good in pink."
Kingsman readied himself for the evening at the Phillips' after attempting to search more thoroughly for any information from the file he copied. The fact that there was nothing on the file scared him and he figured he needed assistance to gain any information about the major players aside from te Phillips. Kingsman decided he would try and use the media to spread sunshine on the group, starting with the Phillips. He was going to disrupt the Phillips family's everyday life, to a noticeable degree. He hoped it would send a message to the more powerful players in the shadows, and he hoped he could gain an advantage. All three would start to see hardships very soon.
Kingsman was wearing a pair of tan slacks, short sleeve blue dress shirt, navy blue tie and a navy sports coat and carrying his black briefcase as he entered the uber for the drive from the Harking Hotel to the Phillips' house. Arriving right on schedule at 7:30, Kingsman generously tipped the driver and knocked on the door, where he was greeted by Jamie.
"Hello Jamie," said Kingsman, extending his hand to shake as the door opened and he saw a nervous looking Jamie on the other side.
"Hello Dr. Kingsman," replied Jamie, taking the extended hand and feeling a pulse as he took the hand.
"You should be very excited for the evening, Jamie, I know I am," stated Kingsman, pulsing his slave with arousal.
"Yes Dr. Kingsman, I am very excited," said Jamie, "please come in! Anastasia is finishing in the kitchen and Alexis is on her way. We are now officially on Alexis time."
"Thank you, Jamie," said Kingsman, extending the hand shake to continue the pulses for just a bit longer, enjoying seeing the look on his slave's face as his arousal grew. "When I greet your wife, excuse yourself and head to the bathroom for a few minutes, don't worry, she is in good hands, Jamie. Five should be enough."
Upon hearing the greeting at the door, Anastasia knew their guest had arrived. Checking on the Lamb in the oven and the boiling water on the stove, she bounded through the kitchen door to meet the old friend her husband had been raving about the last 24 hours, and meet the man who she had never heard of in the 20 years prior. Upon entering the spacious living room, she saw her husband from behind looking up intently at the tall, attractive, nicely dressed blonde man with short, neatly cropped hair who was easily a muscular 6' 3". Anastasia was not one to mince words, you always knew where you stood with her. She was constantly on guard in light of the formula and the family's little project, and she was not going to take it easy on this new person who she just heard about the day before. She trusted her husband, but something within Anastasia was ringing alarm bells.
"Well hello there, you must be Marcus Kingsman, I have heard a lot about you in the last 24 hours," began Anastasia as she moved across the living room to join the men standing there. "It's interesting, in 20 years he never mentioned you, not once... I will admit that seems a bit odd, don't you think Marcus, not one mention of you before yesterday?"
Kingsman was pleased to see his slave's wife was guarded. Emotion was the easiest for him to pulse and alter, and the heightened emotion simplified that process. He also noticed she was incredibly beautiful, tall and fit. Kingsman smiled wryly, thinking, "if she only knew her life was going to change..." Kingsman reached out and began the introduction process.
"I'm Dr. Marcus Kingsman," he began, "Jamie never told me how stunning the woman who stole his heart was, Anastasia."
Anastasia rolled her eyes at the obvious flattery being sent her way after the greeting she delivered to the newly found old friend as she reached out to take his hand to shake.
