"I've never understood what Carmen sees in you," said Reginald St James. "It makes my blood boil, the way you chase every tart and strumpet. I've had you watched, I've given her evidence, but she seems besotted with you. She says she doesn't mind your philandering, and she's never complained to me. But let me tell you, Jack, that if she ever does, I'll break you. I'll throw you back into the gutter where she found you."
"I keep her happy, Mr. St James. I've given you two fine grandchildren. And I run your businesses competently -- we make enough money to keep your trusts growing year on year. So you can play your kingmaker games in politics."
"That's only because of Laura du Paige, the Executive VP that I hired to run things while you are fucking the interns, the secretaries and any other trollop that comes your way. But for her, you'd bankrupt us. Don't think I don't know about the amount of money to pay your whores to support all your bastards. Your executive assistant, Farah Hojjat reports everything to me. It adds up to a pretty penny."
"Believe what you will, sir. I think I'm an active CEO and I'll put my track record of business success up against anyone in the Fortune 500. Let's agree to disagree. Carmen and I have been happily married for over two decades. I hope that one day you will come around to accepting that she is a big girl and can look out for her own best interests." He paused and looked around the crowded reception hall. "But don't let me keep you from enjoying the charity ball. I must get back to my hosting duties."
Jack left him with a smile, but inwardly, he was seething. I really want to hurt the guy, he thought. He came upon Carmen working the long punch table, helping an elderly dowager ladle out a drink. His wife was perfectly turned out as usual, in a tight red strapless cocktail dress. The bodice was cut low and the hem was a bit short, almost five inches above the knee. She wore red stockings and strappy pumps with high platform heels that accentuated her height. Her red choker had a heart encrusted with diamonds on it.
Jack walked up and stood beside her and she smiled at him.
"You look stunning, darling," he said. "Like a high class hooker. I especially like that you don't have a bra on."
"You're a bastard, you know that?" she said. "And how do you know? My bodice is ruffled, I could be wearing a strapless one."
He reached around her quickly and squeezed a breast, breathing in her ear, "See, I knew it as soon as I saw you, all the way across the room. Your breasts are firm, but I can still tell when you go bra-less."
A well-dressed couple in evening clothes came up and they were interrupted as Carmen ladled out punch for them.
Isabelle and Martin queued just behind them. Carmen made to get glasses for them, but Isabelle waved them away.
"No, no," she said. "I just wanted to see how you were getting on -- and to see if I could make a bet with you to raise some more money for the charity."
"What do you mean?" asked Carmen.
"I bet you ten thousand dollars that you don't dare take off your panties for the rest of the ball."
Carmen colored, but she did not falter.
"Why for that kind of money, I'll go to the ladies' right now," she said.
"Oh, no, no," said Isabelle. "For that kind of money, you've got to take them off right here."
"You must be joking," Carmen said, laughing uncertainly. Then when Isabelle did not join her, she continued, "You're not joking."
Isabelle shook her head.
"Ok, Miss Smartypants," said Carmen. "Right back at you. I'll double you -- twenty thousand dollars if you take off your panties right here."
Isabelle wore a powder blue, halter neck cocktail dress that reached her knees, with matching blue stockings and pumps. She wore a silk-chiffon scarf that was elegantly knotted at her throat. Her dress had a long slit up the right side, so it was relatively easy for her to reach up in the slit and pull her panties down. She let them slide down around her ankles and then bent gracefully to pick them up. She handed them to Carmen with a flourish.
"Mrs Smartypants to you," Isabelle said, with a grin.
Carmen took the wispy blue silk thong, nonplussed.
"Isabelle, really .... ," Martin spluttered.
Isabelle ignored him, saying, "Twenty thousand dollars, please."
"I'll deposit it in the charity ball account," said Carmen.
"In my name," said Isabelle.
"In your name," snapped Carmen.
"And another ten thousand, since you still have your panties on. In my name."
"No way," said Carmen through her teeth.
"Mother, don't -- " Martin's shocked expostulation went unnoticed as Carmen had already hiked her dress up and pulled her panties down about her knees. It was done so quickly that they did even get a glimpse of her pubis.
"Let me help you," said Jack, bending down and stripping the red satin panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them with a flourish and as she did so, Jack retrieved Isabelle's thong from her hand. He put first Carmen's and then Isabelle's panties to his nose murmuring, "Both you women smell so sweet."
"I don't believe this," said Martin, clenching his fists in frustration.
"The charity is thirty thousand dollars richer, Martin," said Jack. "How can that be bad?"
Isabelle came forward and enveloped Carmen in a hug. She held her tighter than necessary and rubbed her firm breasts on Carmen's. The birth of her love child with Jack was recent enough that she was still lactating and up close, Carmen got the unmistakable smell of breast milk.
"You're full of naughty surprises Carmen," she whispered in her ear. "I would never have believed that you would take off your panties in public."
"You're the wild one," Carmen whispered back. "The smell of your milk is so exciting!"
"I love seeing you excited," whispered Isabelle. "I'd love to suckle you!"
She brushed her lips on Carmen's and let her the tip of her tongue dart out and tasted her lipstick. Isabelle's nipples hardened and the smell of breast milk grew stronger as some seeped out into her padded bodice. Carmen felt Isabelle's hardened nipples and her own nipples began to harden in response. She allowed her lips to part just a bit and Isabelle's tongue invaded her mouth.
The kiss was over as quickly as it began and Martin could not be sure if he had imagined the whole thing. But they still had their arms around each other. Jack recognized the heat in Isabelle's look and knew that what she wanted from Carmen was a lot more than a kiss. But he was surprised -- and quite turned on -- to see that Carmen was returning Isabelle's look with hooded and glazed eyes, her lips slightly parted. She was clearly enjoying this intimacy. Isabelle was quite happy to hold her mother-in-law tight. Out of their sight behind her back, she squeezed her buttocks through her red cocktail dress.
"You're so beautiful," Isabelle breathed in Carmen's ear. "Just thinking of you without no panties on is making me wet."
Then as Isabelle released her, Jack stepped forward and put a hand on the small of each of their backs.
"The two most beautiful women at the ball and both here without panties," he said in a low voice. "It's enough to give me a hard-on."
Martin's face grew set and he crossed his arms. He gave his father a disgusted look and said, "Trust you to say something filthy like that."
"Filthy is in the eye of the beholder, son," said Jack, knowing Martin hated to be called that. "I enjoy sex and don't care who knows it."
"With anything that wears a skirt," hissed Martin, so angry that he didn't care that his mother and wife could hear him. "Thank God Isabelle can't stand you."
