As disgruntled wives began tugging their husbands away from Emily’s captivating orbit, she took a leisurely look around the opulent room. Jake had just reentered the expansive space, his entrance unnoticed amidst the hum of conversation and clinking glasses. The server with the ponytail approached him, offering a flute of champagne that sparkled under the light. Emily noted how Jake appeared slightly disoriented, a frown momentarily creasing his brow before he shook his head and took a measured sip from his glass. Her gaze followed him as he made his way over to the ornate fireplace, where Jessica and his mother were engaged in an animated discussion. Earlier, she had discreetly observed Rachel make her way towards the front entrance, aware that her destination was the guardhouse, where she intended to provide the security guard with an unbelievable story to share with his friends. Everything seemed to be unfolding seamlessly, just as they had planned.
With a sense of purpose, Emily turned her attention to Franklin. She flashed a dazzling smile, her bright blue eyes sparkling behind her glasses, as she sauntered towards him. Leaning in, she caressed his cheek as she whispered seductively into his ear. “I would really like to see your… private collection,” drawing his earlobe into her lips, her breath warm and inviting against his skin.
Franklin's cock immediately stiffened, pressing urgently against his tuxedo pants. He smoothly placed his hand at the small of Emily's back, his fingers brushing against her exposed skin. He cast a quick glance around the room, making sure he couldn’t be seen by his wife. "I would be delighted to show you my most valuable piece," he murmured, taking her hand and discretely placing it on his crotch. His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, "I’ll even let you play with it."
Emily's eyes widened, a delicate blush of false innocence spreading across her cheeks. “Oh, Mr. Bower, you’re being naughty,” she giggled, shyly biting her lower lip. She allowed herself to be guided through the crowd, her body close to Franklin's as they slipped from the main hall. The din of the party faded behind them as Franklin led her down a long corridor lined with smaller, but no less impressive artwork. As they walked, his hand slid down inside the back of her dress, fingers tracing the curve of her spine before boldly fondling the smooth flesh of her bare ass.
"This is my private office. I know you’ll like what I have to show you,” Franklin declared with a smug confidence, as they approached a heavy mahogany door. He punched in a series of numbers on the metallic keypad located above the door handle. With a soft click, the lock disengaged and Franklin pushed the door open, ushering her inside.
Franklin switched on a soft ambient light, casting the room in a warm glow. Emily’s eyes quickly flitted around the space. The office was exactly as she expected – rich leather furnishings, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, and elegant French doors leading to a private patio. "Cognac?" he inquired, his voice smooth like the amber liquid he was offering.
Emily nodded, a gentle smile playing on her lips. “Do you mind if I get more comfortable?” she asked, her eyes twinkling as she bent over and slipped off her shoes, the heels dropping onto the Persian rug with a soft thud.
Franklin softly chuckled. “Not at all, my dear,” he replied, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he moved towards an ornate polished cabinet and retrieved a crystal decanter.
While his back was turned, Emily quietly slipped out of her dress, the fabric whispering against her skin as it cascading to the floor. She reclined nude on the supple leather sofa, the cool, smooth surface of the settee embracing her curves, creating a striking contrast against her warm skin.
Franklin nearly dropped the glasses of brandy when he turned and saw Emily. Her midnight blue dress lay in a pool on the floor, her glasses and the sapphire necklace the only adornment on her petite, naked body.
"My God," he breathed, his eyes widening as they roamed hungrily over her exposed flesh. "You are exquisite."
Emily smiled coyly, adjusting her glasses. "I thought this might help you… expose your private collection," she purred, stretching languidly, her breasts bouncing slightly with the movement.
Franklin hastily placed the crystal glasses on the corner of his desk and loosened his bow tie with trembling fingers. "Indeed," he agreed, his tone low and filled with desire. He shrugged off his jacket and draped it carefully over his desk chair before moving toward her, his eyes never leaving her nakedness.
"So when do I get a look at your valuable piece?" Emily asked innocently, spreading her legs a bit and running her fingers though the silky patch of dark pubic hair located above her slightly parting sex.
Franklin's lips curved into a lecherous smile as he reached down and unzipped his fly. "Right now," he said, gesturing towards his crotch. He lowered his pants and briefs just enough to free his erection, which sprang forth eagerly.
Emily eyed his member with feigned admiration. "Oh my, that is definitely a treasure I can enjoy," she cooed, extending her hand and wrapping her fingers around his shaft, giving it a light squeeze. Franklin's cock was below average at best, but his ego required the flattery, and Emily was happy to provide it.
"Would you like to taste my treasure?" Franklin inquired, moving closer until he stood directly in front of her.
Emily nodded eagerly, looking up at him as she leaned forward, her tongue slowly circling the sensitive head before she took his entire penis into her mouth. She let out a small, throaty moan, pretending delight, knowing full well that the vibrations would drive him wild.
"Oh God," Franklin groaned, his head lolling back in ecstasy, fingers threading through her raven hair, disrupting her elegant updo as he lost himself in the blowjob.
Emily reach up and cupped his sagging, fleshy ass cheeks as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft. She knew exactly how to make men like Franklin putty in her hands—when to suck harder, when to ease off, when to moan as though his mediocre endowment was driving her wild with desire. Franklin groaned, his knees nearly buckling from the intensity of the pleasure. After a few minutes, Emily sensed he was getting close, his breathing becoming more erratic, his grip on her hair tightening.
She pulled away suddenly, leaving his cock glistening and twitching in the air, a string of saliva dripping from the tip. "I need your cock inside me," she whispered, leaning back on the leather sofa and spreading her legs wide, revealing her pink, glistening folds.
Franklin fumbled with his pants, pushing them down to his ankles and practically lunged forward, positioning himself between her thighs. He fumbled briefly, guiding his erection to her entrance before thrusting forward with more enthusiasm than skill. As he pushed into her, Emily arched her back and cried out as though his entry was the most exquisite pleasure she'd ever experienced.
"Oh my god," Emily moaned exaggeratedly as he began to pump frantically, his face contorting, droplets of sweat forming on his brow. "Fuck me, Franklin. Hammer my tight pussy with your big cock." Franklin's ego swelled along with his dick as he began thrusting, his movements awkward and uncoordinated. She knew from the jerky, uncontrolled motion that he wouldn't last long.
Emily's eyes flickered towards the elegant French doors, where the soft glow of moonlight revealed Margaret peering in from the shadows. Offering a subtle nod of acknowledgment, Emily turned her attention back to Franklin, her legs curling tightly around his waist. Her voice rose in an evocative crescendo, "Yes, yes, just like that, you’re going to make me cum," she urged, her cries resonating through the room, masking the barely perceptible sound of Margaret quietly slipping inside.
As Franklin continued vigorously pumping into Emily’s pussy and grunting like a beast, Margaret slipped a hypodermic needle from her pocket and approached. In one swift motion, she jabbed it into Franklin's neck, depressing the plunger and releasing the sedative into his bloodstream. The effect was immediate; Franklin's strenuous movements halted abruptly, his eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed onto Emily, his body limp and unresponsive.
“Thank god you got here before this pig came inside me,” Emily exclaimed with disgust as she forcefully pushed Franklin away, his softening cock slipping out of her pussy with a wet squelching noise.
Margaret laughed, her voice light and teasing, “What? You weren’t enjoying yourself?” Emily shot her a derisive smirk, her eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and relief. “Come on, we need to hurry,” Margaret said urgently, tugging up Franklin’s pants with quick, efficient movements.
Emily swiftly scooped up her dress from the floor and slipped it back on while Margaret retrieved Franklin’s tuxedo coat from where it hung on the back of his desk chair and draped it haphazardly over his inert form. Where he was headed, style was of no consequence.
Emily slipped her slender arms under Franklin’s armpits and Margaret grasped his feet. Together, they maneuvered his limp, unconscious body through the French doors and unceremoniously dumped him into the open trunk of the sleek black town car.
Margaret retrieved latex gloves and clean rags from a box perched next to the body. The two women returned to the office, moving with purpose to tidy up the room, leaving no trace of their presence behind. Margaret carried the two glasses of cognac into the attached bathroom and emptied them into the sink. The amber liquid swirled down the drain with a soft gurgle, the rich aroma dissipating into the air. She meticulously washed and dried one of the glasses until it sparkled, then returned to the office and placed the clean glass back on the shelf among its pristine companions. The remaining glass, still tainted with the lingering scent of liquor, she put next to the keyboard on Franklin’s desk, a subtle detail in their careful orchestration.
Emily busied herself with rearranging the leather sofa cushions, ensuring they looked untouched. She diligently wiped down every surface they might have come into contact with, including the computer keyboard, the alarm pad, and the door lock, where Jake may have touched. The pair took a final, scrutinizing look around the room to ensure that every detail was restored to its previous order. Satisfied, Emily slowly peeled off her gloves and handed them to Margaret. With a small nod of accomplishment, Margaret slipped out the door, the soft click of the latch sounding loud in the newly restored silence as she closed it behind her.
Emily carefully used her rag to turn the deadbolt, ensuring her fingerprints wouldn't be left behind, and deftly reset the alarm. She then made her way to the bathroom and stood before the mirror carefully restoring her hair to the elegant updo, meticulously smoothing down any rebellious strands. Turning her attention to her dress, she gently adjusted, making sure it hung flawlessly, free of any creases or imperfections. Once her reflection confirmed she was presentable, she used the cloth to flick off the light switches and quietly exited Franklin’s office, reengaging the lock, secure in the knowledge that everything was exactly as it should be.
As Emily reentered the grand hall and the vibrant energy of the still-bustling party, she nonchalantly tossed the rag onto a serving tray piled with half-eaten canapés and empty champagne flutes. Her eyes scanned the room until she located Rachel casually standing off to one side and headed that way. As she neared, she recognized in her friend the familiar look of having just been thoroughly fucked. “I take it your meeting with the guard was successful?” she inquired with a knowing smirk, her tone laced with playful mischief.
Rachel leaned in close to speak conspiratorially, “He had the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. I was actually a little scared,” she giggled. “But, everything went as planned and I even let him fuck me with that monster. I'll be sore for days.”
"Lucky you," Emily responded with a wry smile. "Franklin was… disappointing. I was hoping, at the very least, for a decent hump before Margaret jabbed him." A shiver ran down her spine at the memory, which she quickly suppressed.
"And Jake?" Rachel inquired, her gaze drifting past Emily's shoulder. She spotted Jake sipping champagne and engaging in conversation with his mother and Jessica. As she watched, the server with the ponytail approached Mrs. Bower, leaning in to whisper something. As the words registered, Victoria's expression shifted from serene to icy.
"Jake did everything he was programmed to do. He has no idea what he did," Emily replied, turning her head to follow Rachel's line of sight. Victoria, visibly upset, gestured wildly at Jake before storming off in a flurry of indignation. "Guess she got the message," Emily remarked confidently, taking Rachel's hand. Together, they made their way across the room, passing guests that were saying their farewells and exiting the hall, to reach Jake and Jessica.
"What was that all about?" Rachel asked Jake with false ignorance.
Jake shook his head, his brow furrowing slightly. "It seems that my stepfather, true to form, has left the party early to attend to an urgent business matter," he explained with a hint of exasperation. "Naturally, my mother is quite pissed." A quick knowing glance passed between the three women, their eyes exchanging a silent understanding. Jake continued with a sigh, “Ladies, I do believe I’ve had about all I can take of this party. Can I get a ride home?”
Jessica smiled, her warm brown eyes crinkling at the corners. "Of course, Jake. I think we've all had enough of high society for one night," touching his arm gently. She glanced at her watch, noting that everything proceeded according to schedule.
Jake nodded gratefully. "Let me just say a quick goodbye to Mother. I'll meet you out front."
As Jake walked away, Jessica turned to Emily and Rachel, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I assume everything went smoothly?"
"Of course," Emily confirmed with a satisfied smirk. "Only complaint is that this slut,” nudging Rachel with an elbow, “got fucked by a big black cock and all I got was Franklin's sad little wiener."
Rachel laughed, “Not my fault that Marcus has a weakness for cute blondes. And you should be thankful, I’m not sure my pussy will ever recover from that pounding.”
Jessica ignored her companions playful banter and watched as Jake approached his mother. Victoria's face was a mask of barely contained fury as she spoke to her son, her gestures sharp and agitated. "Poor Jake has no idea what's about to hit,” Jessica said quietly with a hint of regret. “Monday morning, the financial world will be buzzing about Franklin Bower's disappearance and apparent embezzlement."
The three women made their way outside, the cool night air a welcome relief after the stuffy atmosphere of the party. Jessica retrieved her car keys from the valet, tipping him generously and the trio climbed into the vehicle.
Jake exited the house a few moments later and headed toward the waiting SUV, his shoulders slumped slightly. As he slid into the backseat beside Rachel, he let out a heavy sigh.
"Mother is absolutely livid," he explained, running a hand through his hair. "Apparently Franklin just left, leaving that server girl to inform my mother. She thinks he’s been acting strange lately, spending a lot of time in his office. She's convinced he's up to something."
"I'm sorry your family drama ruined the evening," Jessica said, her voice soothing as she started the engine and navigated down the winding driveway. As they passed by the guardhouse, a ghost of a smile appeared on Rachel’s lips and she felt a twinge between her legs when she spotted Marcus watching them leave.
"Honestly, it's always something with them," Jake replied, his fingers deftly loosening the knot of his bow tie. "But having you three there made it bearable. Thanks for coming."
"It was our pleasure, Jake," Jessica responded warmly as the SUV transitioned onto the main road. The soft glow of moonlight filtering through the windows illuminated the vehicle's interior just enough for her to catch a glimpse of Jake in the rearview mirror. He sat there, oblivious to the evening's events and the pivotal role he had unwittingly played.
Rachel slid closer to Jake, her presence a comfort beside him. She leaned in, her voice a low, soothing murmur, “I know what will help you feel better,” she whispered, her hand moving with deliberate intent to unzip his fly. She reached inside and wrapped her fingers around his cock, gently freeing it from his pants. Her warm touch sent a jolt through Jake's body as she began to fondle him to full hardness.
As Jessica and Emily chatted up front, Rachel bent over, her blonde hair cascading across his lap and took him into her mouth. The warm, wet sensation of her lips sliding down his shaft caused Jake to groan, his head falling back against the seat.
"God, this is just what I needed," he breathed, one hand moving to cradle the back of Rachel's head, his fingers tangling in her silky hair.
Jessica's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, watching as Rachel's head bobbed rhythmically in Jake's lap. "Better?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.
Jake's only response was another low moan as Rachel’s tongue swirled slowly around the sensitive head, her hand gliding along his spit slickened shaft.
While Emily and Jessica continued with their casual conversation, Rachel focused on the blowjob, taking Jake's cock deep into her throat before pulling back, her lips and tongue gliding over his veined shaft. Jake's breathing grew more ragged, his hips lifting slightly off the seat as tension built within him.
"Oh fuck, Rachel," he groaned in a strained whisper, his fingers lightly caressing Rachel's hair.
Sensing he was close, Rachel increased her pace, her tongue flickering against the underside of his shaft as she sucked harder. With a strangled cry, Jake reached his climax, his body tensing as he filled Rachel's eager mouth with viscous, salty cum. She swallowed every drop, continuing to gently suck until the last aftershocks of his orgasm subsided and his sensitive cock could take no more.
Sitting up slowly, Rachel leaned in and pressed her lips firmly against his, her tongue slithering into his mouth with a teasing motion, allowing him to taste his own release. As their kiss deepened, her hand continued to softly squeeze his gradually softening penis, eliciting another low moan from Jake. Breaking the kiss, Rachel murmured against his lips, “A little less stressed?”
"Definitely," Jake sighed in contentment. Rachel slipped his cock back into the confines of his pants and deftly zipped him up before snuggling up against him. Jake placed an arm around her and pulled her in close, relishing the intimacy of the moment. The SUV continued through the night towards the city, its occupants wrapped in comfortable silence.
As they glided to a stop in front of Jake's building, Emily turned in her seat, her eyes meeting his with a hopeful glimmer. "Would you like some company tonight?" she asked. Jake nodded, a gentle smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, I would like that," he said warmly. After exchanging farewells with their companions, Jake and Emily stepped out into the cool evening air. They intertwined their fingers, feeling the comforting warmth of each other's touch. Together, they strolled toward the entrance, their footsteps echoing softly against the pavement as the SUV quietly rolled away, disappearing into the night.
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