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

Dragging his eyes away from her legs was like punishing himself... and Idris was not a man who was into that sort of thing. No, Kristen was the one who needed to be punished, punished hard with cock for being such a hot little cock tease and being such a damn turn on to his scrutinising gaze. He liked what he saw, craved it, and the smile she gave him after he had finished raping her legs with his eyes and had brought his gaze up to meet her own? Well, that smile said it all didn't it? She was either very naive or all too willing to do whatever was necessary for her daddy to get ahead in his senatorial ambitions. Idris' money would get him out in the lead and his continued support would rally the minorities, surely. All he had to be wiling to do was accept that his young daughter was old enough to help him out, by giving her time, and anything else that was needed, over to Mr Alba. Another smile greeted him when he slid his hand around her, his fingers grasping tight as he pulled her close against him. Now he could smell her perfume, feel her tight young body, sense the way she moved as he walked with her. The sound of her heels was almost hypnotic and he could feel the outline of her panties, as his hand shifted about on her waist. He nodded as she suggested he follow her, making sure he stayed right at her side as they moved away from the noise of the party and towards other more sedate areas of the mansion. This little gathering was going to be going on all night, possibly until morning, so he knew that he had plenty of time to do whatever he wanted to. A smile crawled onto his own features as he considered his options, weighed them against the overwhelming lust which was building inside him like a out of control fire. Your father is correct... he told her as they entered the lounge. It was in the opposite wing of the mansion to where the event was currently in swing, convenient to say the least. He looked behind him as she gestured around, releasing her momentarily to turn and lose the door, turning the key which was in the lock with a loud click and leaving it there. ...In some ways at least. he finished. Nice lounge, why don't you pour us both a drink Kristen, while I tell you about my ambitions and determination. I've always wanted the best for myself, the best clothes, the bets food, the best car, even the best women Kristen. he grinned. And I always get what I want. I take it, I don't wait to earn it, or be given it, or for it to fall into my lap. I go and take what I want and god help the poor bastard who gets in my way. God help he who tries to stop me from helping myself. he chuckled. Now, the door is locked, we aren't going to be disturbed and even if we are it won't be for long. he rapped a powerful set of knuckles against the door, the sound absorbed by the heavy wood. He removed the key from the lock and slipped it into a pocket, before moving towards the pool table. He kept his eyes on her as he did so, making no attempt to maintain eye contact instead allowing her to plainly see his eyes fucking her legs as he walked. I think you're old enough to be indulging in vices by now Kristen. Now, since you know what sort of a man I am, let me tell you what sort of girl I think you are. he paused. I'll a have a whiskey on the rocks by the way. I'd advise you to have something strong as well. he added, reaching the pool table and scanning his eyes across it before turning to look at her. He leaned back, resting against it and fixing his gaze on her face now. I think you're a good little girl who wants to make her father happy. That's why you're showing me around. But you know what, I'm not all that sure that I want to continue supporting your father, after all, I don't really know that he's not secretly a racist do I? he could be laughing at me and my support behind my back, how would I know? How would I really know that he was dedicated to racial equality in the way it needs to be dedicated to? he gave a crooked grin. Of course I know full well that you are only too willing to help your father, to look after him and do what's best to see his career advance. You know why Kristen? because when his career advances you get a little bit richer and there's one thing that I know girls like you like, and that's money and powerful men. he patted the side of the table expectantly, as he waited for her to make the drinks and bring them over. That's why I know that you are going to do everything you can to reassure me that your father is worth supporting, now aren't you? He was impossibly hard by now, reaching up he loosened his tie a little and continued to fuck her with his eyes. Come over here Kristen. I'm sure that we can talk and play at the same time. he said, tapping the table and reaching over to grasp one of the cues to exchange for his expected drink. And I know you want to play, that's why you brought me to this room isn't it? It's nice and secluded from the rest of the party, easy to isolate, somewhat soundproof as well. It will give you an opportunity to play a few games with me, to reassure me that you aren't going to be whispering in your father's ear about how you don't want him to associate with a black man. You'll be doing all of that without any fear of us being disturbed or distracted either, won't you? he chuckled. I know you aren't the sort of person to discriminate Kristen. I know exactly what girls like you want as well... he nodded, turning to rack up some balls and set the table. ...you want money, and a powerful man to turn to for support when you need it. I think that your father is going to go far and do well, and all because his little girl, his loving daughter, knew just how to keep his richest supporter happy. he grinned. And I'm going to enjoy rewarding you for your support as well, your support in making sure that I'm happy and ready to help your father out just the way he wants. Your support in confiding in me what youd like me to do to help your father. You tell me what you want, then Ill take payment for said favours. Simple enough really. he finished with a confident edge.