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

Kristen sat in front of her Makeup desk in a white bathrobe, brushing her brown mane after having taken a shower. The big day had finally come. The big fundraising event of her father was taking place at their own pompous mansion. The brunette was used to these events as she was taking part in them for a few years now. Her father John Steward was not only a rich man, he was also a respected part of the political community of the country. As soon as she became a teenager a few years ago she was part of this world. Attending charity events, fundraising dinners and other political ceremonies was something she did not particular enjoyed, yet it was a small price to pay in order to enjoy the fruits of her fathers hard work. Growing up, Kristen had everything she could ask for and much more. Obviously it had been out of the question for her to visit a normal school, so she could call stints at several prestigious private schools her own. Recently she visited the Tuck School of Business at Dartmouth College in New Hampshire. Her father had made it quite clear that sponging of her parents was unseemly for a member of upper class America and Kristen herself was not intending to do so anyway. She wanted to do something with her life, though she couldn't pinpoint her future as of now. Not that it mattered anyway. Currently she was still in School and playing her part in her fathers political ambitions were the only two jobs that she had right now. The skinny brunette was well aware that she had to play a certain role in this whole game. Modern day politics was a game and her father was rather good at it. He was the lead, but his success depended on his supporting cast. Her mother Kelly had decades of experience in being his sidekick and had taught Kristen the rules of the game. It was all about image and money, these two things brought power and that's what John Steward was after. So the young woman with the pale skin had kept out of trouble as a teenager, had smiled for cameras and had shook hands when she was asked to. Despite being quite smart, it was hard for Kristen to broaden her horizon as she was stuck in this world of fake smiles, lies and false promises. It was hard to tell who were real friends and who was just trying to make a quick buck out of the situation. Living in this bubble had left the brunette somewhat gullible of some sorts. After all she couldn't just freely express her own point of view at every opportunity. One had to be careful with the things that were said. One wrong statement and the political career of her father could take serious damage and she wanted him to accomplish his goals. It would mean more money, more power and more of the good things in life, all things that Kristen was fond of. After drying her hair she had put on some make-up and some black lace panties . Standing in front of the mirror she checked herself out, grabbing her boobs for an instant and decided against a bra. Instead she put on a short black dress with short sleeves. It was not over the top but because of the shortness it still provided a certain sexyness to it, especially combined with the high heels she was wearing. After one last glance into the mirror she left her room and went downstairs. The event had started a little earlier and Kristen assumed the serious political talk was over by now. She glimpsed her parents and walked towards them. They were talking to a short man with greasy black hair. It was Mr. Edwards, one of the potential big donors. Her father had briefed her on all the important people that were attending tonight, in order for her to engage in polite small talk. Schmoozing her father had called it. She would mention some of their recent business successes and in return their ego would be boosted, which made it more likely for them to leave a big donation. After doing exactly that to Mr. Edwards, Kristen's eyes caught Mr. Alba, a tall handsome black man. Another one of her fathers VIP's. They exchanged a few looks and Kristen couldn't help but being a little intimidated by his stares. He radiated power more than anyone else in the room. When he came over she had kept quiet, except for greeting him and congratulating him on his latest business accomplishments. Every time his eyes locked on hers she widened her fake smile, she laughed at the right times and fulfilled her job as the dutiful daughter. A man called for her father from a few yards away and he raised his hand to wave before turning back towards the small group of Mr. Alba, Kristen and her mother. Kristen, Mr. Alba had mentioned he would like to see more of our beautiful home. Would you be so kind and show him around?, he hastily said and despite it being a question, it was clear that it was an order. There is lots to see, you can start in the eastwing and do not forget the garden. Now in the dark it is delightfully illuminated, a real highlight I can promise Mr. Alba! he added towards the black man opposite of himself. Kristen turned towards her father while nodding. Absolutely father., her high voice replied before turning her head towards Mr. Alba. It will be a great pleasure, if you would follow me please., she smiled at him. After he had mentioned what parts of the house he had already seen, the slender brunette started to walk towards the eastwing as her father had proposed. When she felt his big hand around her waist her heart almost skipped a beat out of surprise. She hadn't expected that. Nonetheless she knew better than to give him a strange look or even a rude comment. Her answer to his physical contact was a dazzling smile. Mr. Alba, these are two entirely different questions. My father told me about your various successful business ventures, about the amount of respect you receive from the party members and about your influence among the population. Not that all of that was needed. I am currently studying at the Tuck school of business in Dartmouth Mr. Alba and as it happens your name had been mentioned a few times regarding the mergers of several businesses you initiated. She meant to butter him up, pushing his ego as she had learned from her mother. In fact the mergers had been mentioned but not always in a positive way. Some of her fellow students had claimed that Mr. Alba tactics in some of them were rather dubious. Yet, powerful men do not always play by the rules. Her father didn't. Therefore it wasn't something Kristen was too worried about. As to my own opinion, she paused for a moment. I think you are ambitious. A man with your career is determined to succeed and will go out of his way to reach his goals. I also think your suit looks quite dashing., she added with a wider smile again. Throwing in compliments that described his person rather than his work would usually work well in this world. They arrived at a crossing in the hallway and she stopped their slow walk, turning towards him and slightly out of his grasp around her waist. To the left there is the parlor Mr. Alba, to our right is the art gallery which could also lead into the garden and straight forward is the entry to our wine cellar . Do you have a preference where you would like to start the tour?, her eyes locked on his as she was looking at him expectantly.