6:30pm
Sean Mallory had a bounce in his step as he made his way towards the elevator. With Lydia's loyalty, he now had eyes and ears upstairs that could help him, hopefully, stay one or two steps ahead of his sadistic boss. He turned the corner into the small receiving area where the elevators were located. Anthony's unexpected massive frame made him jump back slightly. His hand went to the back of his head involuntarily. The large bump was still present and still very sore.
Without acknowledging Sean's presence, Anthony called for the elevator and looked straight ahead at the wall in front of him.
"Good evening, Anthony," Sean said, "How's the weather up there?"
No response.
"I'm starving. I can't wait to eat." Sean said rubbing his stomach. "I hope they have something good ready."
No response.
The door chimed and opened. Anthony turned to the side to give Sean room to enter the small compartment. He did and Anthony followed in behind him. The doors began to close.
"Good evening, Doctor Mallory." The digital voice from the elevator said.
Anthony produced a small key and inserted it into the lock next to the first button that was labeled SECURITY. He turned the lock, pressed the button, and the elevator lurched upward toward the first floor.
Moments later, the elevator doors opened to reveal a very similar, small receiving area, just like the ones that made up the lower levels of the massive underground complex. The only difference between the two was that another set of elevator doors was occupying the wall on the other side of the small room.
Anthony exited first and walked directly to the other elevators and pushed the button calling for it. Sean exited, cautiously, behind him. He looked around to investigate this floor that was off limits to him. There was really nothing to see. The room had a set of elevators on either side. The wall to the left was bare and to the right it dead-ended into a "T" where a hallway went off in opposite directions just like the floor where his apartment was located.
The elevator chimed, signaling its arrival. The doors opened and Anthony stood to the side to allow Sean to enter. Anthony followed in behind him. There was no voice that welcomed the doctor into this elevator.
There were five buttons in this elevator. The first button read "Third Floor". The Second button read "Second Floor". The third button from the top read "Main Floor". The fourth button down read "Parking/Basement", and the fifth button read "Security", which is where he assumed they were currently. There was no lock denying access to any of these levels. Anthony pushed the third button from the top that read "Main Floor".
Moments later the door opened. Crowes petite personal assistant, Marcy, stood ready to greet them.
"Good evening, Doctor Mallory." She said in her quaint British accent, smiling pleasantly at the odd pairing of men.
"Good evening, Marcy." Sean responded with a smile of his own.
"Dinner is prepared and ready, I hope you are hungry, Doctor Mallory." Marcy said leading the way through the winding halls of the large mansion.
"I'm starving." Sean said with anticipation of the dinner and conversation to come.
Sean followed Marcy through the house until they came to a large dining room. There was an enormous formal dining room that Sean estimated to be about twenty feet in length. There was a beautiful flowery centerpiece in the middle of the table. Large wing backed leather chairs surrounded the table, but there were only two place settings. One was at the head of the table, and the other was in the seat directly to the left of that chair.
Marcy showed Sean to the seat at the head of the table and pulled it out slightly so he could sit. Anthony stood silently in the corner of the room about fifteen feet away. A beautiful young woman appeared at Sean's side. She was dressed like a waitress would be at a high class, five star restaurant. Black heels covered feet that were covered in sheer black leggings. Her legs disappeared under a short black skirt. A tight white shirt was tucked into her skirt and the top three buttons were undone to expose a generous amount of cleavage that a push up bra was creating from her B-Cup size chest. Her long platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail that hung to the middle of her back.
"Excusez-moi!" She said in a delightful French accent. She produced a large white napkin, fluffing it in the air and then leaned forward to place it in Sean's lap. Sean was briefly distracted by the generous cleavage that his eyes were now mere inches away from. She smelled sensational. Her chest fell forward as she leaned in further, nearly allowing an unobstructed view to the bountiful bosom before him.
"Thank you!" Sean said as the young woman stood and moved toward a serving tray that had a large pitcher of ice water on it. She retrieved the pitcher and returned and began pouring a large glass of water at Sean's place setting. As she was setting the glass down in front of him Sean heard a voice from behind him.
"Pour me a glass, too, Marie," said Crowe as he approached the table.
Marcy met him at his chair and pulled it out as she had done for Sean. Crowe seated himself. As Marie began to pour his glass of water Sean saw Crowe's hand slip up under her short black skirt. The young woman jumped slightly at his touch, but never tried to move or resist. After pouring the glass of water she set it down in front of Mr. Crowe. She then produced another larger white napkin, fluffed it and bent over to place it Crowe's lap. As she bent over Sean heard a small moan escape her lips as Crowe's arm could be seen moving slowly underneath the woman's black skirt.
Crowe looked at her ample cleavage and then looked at Sean and gave him a wink. Sean slightly nodded his head in acknowledgement, and managed to smile an awkward smile. He was still very uncomfortable with the amount of public lewdness that was taking place around him.
Marie stood, but didn't leave. Her eyes were closed, she was biting her bottom lip, and one hand gripped the table to steady her. She began to spread her legs slightly to give Crowe more access. Sean could now hear the slurping of her juices from Crowes hand molesting the young French woman's sex.
Crowe turned to Sean, "All of my girls know not to wear panties, it just makes for easier access whenever I need it." The girl's legs began to buckle slightly.
"Marie has been with me for almost a year now. She's quite the looker, huh, Sean?" Crowe asked.
"She's very beautiful." Sean said.
Crowe's arm moved more rapidly and the young woman struggled to stand. The sound of his hand meeting her wetness under that black skirt was a very uncomfortable, yet erotic sound. Sean felt his manhood stir in his pants. The woman's moans became louder as Crowe's pace increased. His arm was moving with such force that he was now nearly lifting the girl off the ground with each motion upward into her. Her chest was bouncing slightly and her hardened nipples were now visible through the white shirt. After another moment or two, Marie's orgasm shook her whole body, and she released a loud moan. Crowe grabbed her with his free arm to keep her from falling to the ground.
Marie's breathing began to return to normal and Crowe helped her stand back upright. He withdrew his hand to reveal Marie's juices had coated two of his fingers. He held them up to her and she took them in her mouth. She looked at Sean as she seductively sucked off all of her juices from Crowe's fingers.
"Thank you Marie, that will be all for now." Crowe said. She turned and left the room.
Sean sat in stunned silence, and he adjusted how he was sitting to accommodate the erection in his pants. He had never seen anything like that happen before in his life.
