Thread: The Point of No Return (The_PG&Malicious Lullaby)

Pratt was quite happy to suddenly find himself as the won being hit on, so to speak. That happened, of course. Woman who flattered themselves thinking they had some measure of control over a man like him with their body. Both woman who were close if not within the circle of power, and those far outside of it using an obvious ploy to bring themselves closer. Not only them, but also those whose intentions were much more pure. Not pure in the sense that they were innocent or thought not of sex, but rather pure of any greed besides taking the most handsome man to bed that they could find. It was only them that he allowed a regular indulgence on his part. Those who desired power or control over him with their bodies mostly ended up thinking that he was attracted to the same sex as his own, though that was quickly refuted within the next few days on the tabloids when they proclaimed in all sorts of hinted and teasing details the latest catch for Mr. Pratt from Pratt, Whitney, and Zeigler. It was beyond obvious to Pratt, even in his stupor of drunken excess that Esther certainly only thought of catching him for things that had no influence on power and control. Though, der have been an occasion of me dick doin jus dat, he thought to himself with a grin that could only be his enjoyment of being Esther's center of attention. How about this? When I get off work, Ill have a beer and then we can leave. No worries about a cab. I can drive us. Oh, she'll'ave a beer, den drive, bloody likely! He exclaimed with a bright laugh. Andrather than dropping you home, maybe I could find a way to entice you to come to my place tonight. Tomorrows Saturday after all. Aye, dat be true missy, an ye needn't be findin notin. Pratt winked, and enjoyed both Miss Martin's blush and the cleavage that found some of the bright red flushing across it at that moment. Nothing about the encounter was much, if any, different than the multitude Pratt had been part of for years. Sometimes it felt a little too easy, but he was passed caring about that. He had people that could care about it for him, and besides this was Esther. It was not that he knew her better than anyone else in the bar, but he felt as if he could trust her to be a sane person. It was really only the crazy ones that wanted his child, his money, or his life that ever worried Pratt now. The rest he had the power, influence, and control to deal with. Besides Esther was a dear friend of Abby, that much he knew, and it was probably the case that she was more afraid of having a night out with him than he was of her. That and the reassuring touch of her delicate skin across his hands erased any doubt of any problem that could remotely pop out of anywhere. It would have been easy to answer her next question quickly, but for a man accustomed to power Pratt was also accustomed to making people wait, so he did. Maybe youd like to stay the night? He grinned then and waited with the slightest arch of an eyebrow that said it all by itself. Of course, but you are going to have to sit there, blush, and be nervous while I savor the situation. Perhaps not as elegant as such, but certainly it was not a lewd, crass, or leering look in anyway. It was impossible for Mr. Pratt to look like that anyways, there was too much polish, suave, and intelligence for him to even appear as a dimwitted fool. Finally he laughed, loudly, and again kissed Esther's hand, then the other, before beckoning her close. Pratt continued to motion her closer and closer until his lips, that he licked once, were brushing faintly against the underside of Miss Martin's ears. Me'd be dee'lighted an graced ta spend da night missy, an ye shouln't be'orried bout any unsavory toughts from any'one. If'n ders one ting a lawyer like me self can do, it be keepin a secret, ya'ere? As he leaned back onto his stool, Pratt took the opportunity to kiss Esther's cheek softly. He winked again, before quickly following up with a request. I'll be havin anoter one of dem gin's whilst ya drink yer beer Miss Martin, an if'n ye could have anyone o'more sober mind call, He dug in his back pocket to find the number of his driver, before handing over the card, O me driver, blessed Georgie, but'ee be gettin worried sometimes if'n I ain't right a proper woken at eight tirty. Eight tirty! On a bloody Saturday! Ya see what me be havin ta deal wit? A night out'ould be blessed, just blessed, specially wit a right proper pretty lass like yerself Miss Martin, o certainly, right proper beaut you is. Pratt's voice was light and merry the entire little speech, but there was an underlying tone of one who was quite certain that his requests would be taken as commands and everything that came to him was gifted by the magnitude of the man he was. Not necessarily boastful, but simply confident, extremely confident.