Thread: The Grand Party! (Jack Stalker and Audy)

Ever since she had been a young teenager her parents had pointed out the importance of her behaviour. The consequences any wrong doing would have on her fathers political career, which in turn would also mean consequences for her own life. Even though it had felt like a prison at times, Kristen would not complain about all this from her current point of view. Her parents were wealthy, respected members of the elite political community of the United States of America. That meant she learned about the finer things in life early on and truth be told, the sacrifices she had to make seemed small in comparism to all the advantages she had experienced. Private schools, expensive cars, fancy clothes and much more, were only a few things that this life had brought upon the slender brunette with the pale skin. After finishing Highschool Kristen attended the Ivy League University in Princeton, New Jersey where she studied Economics. Though far from being her own interest, she had let herself been pushed into it by her father, who believed that to be a smart choice for the future. Naturally Kristen supported her father in his political ambitions and whenever it was asked or expected of her, she attended events, shook hands, smiled for the camera and did pretty much whatever was best for her fathers career. Now he was reaching for the spot in the senate and the whole campaigning started over again. Tonight he held a fundraising event at their own mansion and as she had expected it was pompous and over the top. Then again this was the kind of event people wanted and as a would be political player, her father tried to please the needs of possible donors. Only minutes before the first guests arrived the young brunette stepped out of the shower. Drying her long mane and putting on some makeup took some time but she knew her father wouldnt need her right away. Her assignment was to have smalltalk and to be the perfect daughter of the perfect family, but only after all the political talks have ended. Therefore she wasnt in a hurry. Pondering for a few minutes the skinny brunette decided to take a pass on wearing a bra today. After having slipped into some black lace panties she put on her dress. Black and quite conservative, yet the shortness of it balanced it out nicely. Kristen had no problem showing of her long thin legs, after all she was a young woman and which young woman does not like attention? She put on some high heels as well and finally left her room, strutting downstairs and engaging into smalltalk with various partners. She also caught a glimpse of Idris Alba, a tall black businessman, one whos donation would mean a lot to her father, which he made clear by mentioning Mr. Alba numerous times the days before. Every now and then she would also catch him glaring towards her and the young brunette wasnt sure how to interpret his stares. It mattered not because after a while her father took her by his side and walked over to the impressive frame of Mr. Alba. Kristen dear, do you remember Mr.Alba? I told you about the important friends that would be coming today, would you be so kind and show him our beautiful home? He mentioned that he would like to take a closer look, so show him whatever he wants, ok love?, her father had said while smiling his fake smile and nodding towards his guest. The brunette knew how to play her role in the whole matter and tried to dazzle the black men in the expensive suit with a dashing smile. Followed by some slow nods and her voice speaking out. Of course, it would be a great pleasure. Is there anywhere particular you would like me to start father?, she said while not briefly breaking eye contact with Mr. Alba. Just start here and go wherever he wants to go, the house is huge, and if you are too quick, just show him the grounds with the flowergarden your mother is so proud of., her father ordered and already started to turn away. Kristen's eyes searched for Mr. Alba's again, though he seemed to be busy scrutinizing her legs, which prompted her to smile wider. His voice was deep but very soothing, but also commanding. He was a man that was used to ordering people around and more importantly, that they followed his orders. He radiated power and Kristen had learned a few years ago about the appeal of powerful men. Sure, Mr. Alba, follow me!, she said politely and turned around to lead him away. When only seconds later she felt his hand around her waist, Kristen was unsure how to interpret that again, but his big hand was grabbing almost her whole side and there seemed no point in doing anything about it so she just smiled. His question took her by surprise, so she hesitated to answer, especially because she could not tell him the truth. Her father had told her how important he was as a supporter of the campaign, yet he had also called him a ruthless greedy son of a bitch. Kristen assumed that these are traits one would need to become a wealthy successful businessman. Hell when she thought about it, the description would fit her father just as well as it fitted Mr. Alba. Nonetheless she picked her words carefully. Well Mr. Alba, my father told me that you are a very successful businessman and that you are very respected among the party members, which means your voice is carrying weight. I think a man like that must be determined and ambitious., she finished her small speech with these words because she expected him to take a liking in being praised for his wit, most powerful men liked that. They arrived at the lounge where Kristen opened the doors and stretched out her free arm in order to make a welcoming gesture. This is the lounge Mr. Alba, sort of a safe haven for my father when he want to think and ponder about important decisions while enjoying a cigar and some scotch, she giggled before continuing. Sometimes my mother or myself use it as well, though we mostly drink tea and talk instead of indulging in all that nasty vices.