Thread: Bright Young Thing ::: {Prince of Smut & Ariamella}

RE Bright Young Thing Prince Ariamella IMG200x112 Brian Grady Brian's pulse quickened when Philip admitted that he did indeed keep a private stock. He was liking the old man more and more. The relationship with the wealthy, influential and politically connected judge was something Brian planned to cultivate whether he found Philip a miserable snot or pleasant company, but it was increasingly evident that Philip was going to be an enjoyable friend for Brian to collect in his rise to power. And of course the Judge's delightful daughter was just another sweet benefit of staying in Philip's favor. I agree, liquor drunk responsibly causes no problems. I just wish we had a way to keep it in the hands of responsible men only, said Brian as they settled into the plush drawing room. Scarlett's dismissal by her father caught Brian by surprise. He had been looking forward to more of her company and watched her leave with a little frown of regret. The sight of her figure walking away, sheathed in that tight dress, was a small consolation. There didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on her lithe frame but it still somehow had enough padding to make the contours of her heart shaped ass stand out nicely. Brian thought it almost waved goodbye to him, the twin globes of her ass swaying perfectly with her walk out of the room. Philip had been rambling about something and a pause in his words made Brian glance back at him. Fortunately, the old man had been looking away in thought and hadn't caught the agent's lingering gaze on his daughter's ripe ass. The judge had said something about setting a good example as Scarlett had no other family left. Brian was about to reply when Philip continued, praising Scarlett and then throwing the question at him about what Brian thought of his daughter. The inquiry caught the blonde haired agent by surprise and his eyes widened while he let out a nervous chuckle. Well, Philip... frankly, she is delightful. I couldn't imagine a more perfect young woman. Smart, beautiful, accomplished and so full of personality, replied Brian after taking a second to collect his thoughts. He wasn't sure he knew where this was heading, but regardless, complimenting the man on his daughter was never going to hurt. Philip's next words left Brian a bit stunned again as the directness of the old man and the enormity of the offer on the table was overwhelming when Brian considered the implications. Fortunately, he was saved by the arrival of Howard with the wine and Brian gathered his thoughts while the bottle was uncorked and poured into glasses. The dark red sparkled in the glass before him and Brian found himself licking his lips in anticipation. Oddly, the swirling liquid reminding him of Scarlett's auburn hair as he considered his reply. It seemed the good Judge's wine and his daughter were two things that he craved very badly right now. From a physical standpoint, Brian was already incredibly attracted to Scarlett and would love to bed her. She was a real doll, a stunner that would turn heads wherever she was seen. And, while Brian was more focused on sex these days as his job didn't leave much time for dating, Scarlett certainly had enough of a personality and head on her shoulders to make a dinner fun and entertaining. She wasn't just a bimbo good for a quick fuck, she was very much a woman worthy of dating. A woman he could marry. A wife. And that's when his mind really started spinning. At some point, Brian knew he needed a respectable woman at his side for his political career. From a cold and calculating, strictly political perspective, he needed a spouse who would aid his career. Marrying for love was out of the question with his ambitions. He needed to find a wife that had unquestionable breeding, an upper class family name, and most importantly wealth. All assets that Brian lacked and might hold him back as a politician. He needed someone that would show anyone in the upper class that he had gained a stamp of approval from one of them and made it into their club. To be a Congressman, if that was his next step, Brian needed a Congressman's wife. Even better would be to find a girl that would be worthy of a Senator when he reached that rank. Could he even hope for one that might fit as a Governor's wife? To dream of yet higher, a First Lady, was schoolboy fantasy at this stage, but still... And Scarlett would be perfect, maybe even for that fantasy of a First Lady. She was suddenly his dream girl in more ways than Philip or Scarlett could imagine. Brian's passion for politics and his own rise to power was just as strong as his sexual desire and longing for romantic intimacy. Maybe even stronger frankly. Perhaps as strong as his need to drink this scarlet wine that he swirled in his hand as he held it up before his eyes to inspect its texture. His love of alcohol and blossoming desire for Scarlett seemed to mix together in equal parts in that mesmerizing red liquid that suddenly seemed to be an elixir that could fulfill all his potent ambitions. The first hints of the wine's fragrance hit his nose and sent an intoxicating rush of hot longing through his body to cement the juxtaposition. Holy mother, he wanted her badly. He needed her. Cheers! said Brian, clinking his glass with Philip and taking a first, deep sip of the sweet and slightly spicy red. It coursed down his throat and seemed to fill him with a new fire, confidence and unquenchable ambition. Scarlett was being offered to him and his path of ascension seemed suddenly clear and free of obstacles. With his red haired, wealthy wife Brian Grady would rise from a poor childhood in an Irish slum to become one of the most powerful men in America. All thanks to this nice old man who had given him the keys to his political future as casually as he'd handed him this spectacular vintage of wine. This wine is incredible, such a nice finish, replied Brian after savoring his sip. With great discipline, he placed the glass down. He wanted so badly to quaff it all in one swig and turn the fire burning inside him into a bonfire. Regarding Philip somberly, he nodded. Your daughter is incredible and has already stolen my heart. I am flattered and unworthy of anything you suggest, but with your permission, I will gladly do my best to try and press for her hand and to win her heart as well.