Covetous

[LongshanksSierra]

Shadow.

Light.

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Light.

Shadow. Light. Shadow. Light.

Shadow. Light.

The Corvette wound its way down the road alternating between streches of road covered in this shadows, then exposed to the bright afternoon sun. It was a '62 convertible, gun metal gray with charcoal leather interior. Its engine spoke in a cool thrum as it sped along the empty road. The driver steered almost lazily, one hand lightly on the wheel the other tapping the gearshift. His name was Connor Keegan, and he was already bored.

Connor was twenty-six years old, tall and slim, short sandy hair, and blue eyes that had been described sometimes as 'penetrating.' If he had cared to pay attention to such blandishments he would also have been described as 'handsome,' 'stylish,' 'or fashionable.' Honestly, he didn't care too much one way or the other. He paid attention to the way he looked because it was what was expected from the best. The elite were expected to look and behave a certain way, and that was what he was. The elite. Best of the best. Creme de la creme. One of a hundred such cliche statements.

His home, or rather the home of his parents, was clustered in a small but expansive neighborhood of generously wealthy famlies. His parents, well his father and his step-mother, owned the largest of the houses. Well, they were the richest as well, so they deserved it. Connor had spent the past few months touring his family's business holdings in Europe. Which had bored him too. Parts of his trip had been worthwhile, the conquests of the local nightlife had been entertaining after a fashion. In the end however, nothing surprizing or intriguing had developed. Now he had a few months to relax before leaving on a tour of their holdings in Asia. That trip didn't seem any more promising than the last.

He was returning to the fold as it were. Visiting his father and step-mother, and since it was the onset of summer, his step-sister would be around as well. So maybe there would be some entertaing drama to watch. His father and step-mother had cheated on their respective spouses with each other. Eventually this led to resulting divorces, and a re-marriage that held expected infidelity. Well, at least everyone was now honest with their depravity. Including his step-sister, Scarlett, who had never made a show at hiding her appetites. One big happy family all right. Of course most of the families in their community were like that, only not all them were as honest about it. Some of them more depraved than others.
Of course, there was the DeValens family, the Keegan's nearest neighbors. Mark and Danielle DeValens, and thier daughter and only child Natalie. They put on a good show. Connor's lip twisted slightly. They certainly played at being the well-mannered and well-behaved, wholesome family. A wife and husband that had been, supposedly, been faithful to each other in over twenty years of marriage. Connor had his doubts, but that might have just been his cynical view of the human condition. The daughter had been all sweetness and cherry-pie too. Demure and innocent, although it was hard to believe she had just graduated from the same high-school he had without getting her little angel's halo a little tarnished. Things just didn't happen that way.

He slowed down slightly as he pulled onto the narrow road that led up to his family's house. Although the summer was surely going to drag along, he would find some way to occupy his time.

OOC: Okay, here's my entry for the "Baddest of the Bad." The parts of Connor and Scarlett Keegan are already spoken for. Mark and Danielle DeValens are likewise taken, but I still am looking for a Natalie. Please PM me if interested. No other openings availible, for all intents and purposes this thread is closed after the role of Natalie is filled. Everyone is encouraged to read along and feedback by PM is welcome.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

Connor pulled the Corvette into the garage, taking not that the family's Bentley was not there. So, "Mom and Dad" weren't around at the moment. No real surprise there. At least he wouldn't have to put up with any of their boring dinner-parties any time soon. It looked like Scarlett might still be around though. There was a brief flicker of annoyance as Connor wondered if she was "entertaining company" with the place all to herself. She was probably almost as bored as he was with this place.

As Connor strode into the expansive house, he noticed most of the staff was gone too. The "adults" were probably gone for a while then. Nice of them to have let him know. At least they left the liquor cabinet open and well stocked. Connor poured himself a few fingers of whiskey and went wandering around the place. He found Scarlett a few minutes later nursing her own drink on the porch behind their house over-looking the river behind it. She was about to graduate from the university, but still fun to hang around with. Her tastes for the good life were near his own, as were her demands for living it. Her appetites weren't insatiable, but they were demanding. You never could tell what she was going to set her sights on, but once she had she would spend any costs to achieve it. She persued relentlessly, with an almost cold-blooded detachment. It was rather admirable, and Connor respected that in her.

Looking down to the right he could see the DeValens' house, pristine and white. To the right, the river found a bend and concealed the next house in that direction. Connor moved over to lean against the railing and set his glass down on it. "Hello Scarlett," he said, "How are we doing?"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Scarlett Keegan

"Well, well... If it isn't the prodigal son returned," Scarlett purred, propping her legs up on the porch railing beside her stepbrother as she smoothed a melting ice cube over the skin between her bikini-covered breasts. "The 'rents are off... vacationing. But I guess you already noticed."

Scarlett brushed back the wisp of ash blonde hair tickling her forehead and tilted her head as she looked Connor up and down. Nice, she thought, but not as nice as... Her eyes shifted past him and down to the right. From this vantage point, she had a near-perfect view as Mark DeValens stepped out into his back yard.

"Still have the hots for him?"

She glared at her brother as a flush spread over her face. "What would you know about that, Connor? He's... a happily married man, after all. Not to mention that he's practically... ancient."

Was it that obvious, she wondered? She'd always had the hots for Mark, but he was blind to any of the come-ons she'd attempted. In fact, he'd been quite put off by her ill-timed and drunken admission of her desire a year ago at a pool party hosted by her parents, threatening to inform them of their conversation if she didn't recant. That hadn't stopped her, however -- just slowed her down a bit.

Scarlett was spoiled and used to getting what she wanted. In the meantime, there were... others. They helped scratch the itch, but her sights were still set on the elusive neighbor man. She squeezed her thighs together and forced herself to stand. "Another drink," she said offhandedly as she went back into the house, hips swaying in her scanty cutoffs -- a delectable framework for her well-shaped derriere.

"So what brings you home?"

 

[LongshanksSierra]

Scarlett's desire for Mark DeValens wasn't a secret. Well, not to anyone who had eyes and a collection of brain cells grouped together. He turned to watch her walk back inside, her shapely figure bringing a slight twist to his lips. She certainly did like to tease. Although she undoubtably was imagining flaunting around in front of DeValens and not himself. Connor's eyes glanced back to the small figure of the neighbor over near his own house. A thought began to stir in the back of his mind, swirling forward into the hint of an idea...

"Sure," he called absently after his step-sister as he turned to follow her.

"I said," Scarlett emphasized her words clearly, "So what brings you home?" She grazed a hand down the swell of her breasts and over one of her bikini straps. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Thoughts drifting?"

He ignored her for a second as the idea solidified and statred working its way into a plan. He stepped over next to her, finished his whiskey and poured another. He looked down at Scarlett, who was looking up at him quizically. Probably wondering why he hadn't risen to her bait.

"How would you like to scratch that DeValens itch?" he asked. He turned and walked into a nearby room, an expansive lounge with large plush furniture. Scarlett had followed him, a suspicious glint in her eyes.

"What are you talking about?" she demanded. A slightly petulant pout to her lips. But an attractive one. The girl oozed sex, Connor was surprised that Mark DeValens had turned her down.

"An idea," Connor began to explain, "To help entertain us through the summer, and provide us both with something we want." He paused a moment, letting his thoughts from solidly. "The DeValens family has conducted itself in an arrogant, holier-than-thou attitude for years now. Looking down their noses at the rest of the community because they claim they adhere to some higher moral code." He had slipped into his salesman mode somehow, but let the train of thought continue.

He took a sip from his glass. "I propose a partnership," he ignored the speculative look she threw at him. "With the goal of bringing the fairy-tale world of the DeValens crashing down around their ears."

"Cut to the chase," Scarlett prodded with a hint of a smile in her lips.

"We bring an end to the DeValens long-standing vows of fidelity," Connor said simply. "I'm sure between the two of us we can lure them away from each other. Danielle DeValens would be quite a trophy for my bedsheets." He paused, taking another sip. "In fact, I'd be willing to bet I could even bed their daughter, Natalie, as well." Their oh-so virginal daughter would make quite a trophy in her own right. Seducing both mother and daughter, now that was something he hadn't done before.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Scarlett

Scarlett stared appraisingly at Connor, considering what she herself would gain if he could pull this off. His propositon intrigued and excited her in ways that she hadn't been in quite a while. The implied results were titillating indeed.

Natalie should be easy pickings, her stepbrother had a knack with women that couldn't be denied. Danielle, she thought, would not fall so readily -- she and Mark were devoted to each other. Then again, if he succeeded... Mark would need a friendly ear after all. Someone to comfort and reassure him in his hour of despair. Poor man wouldn't know what hit him.

"You're on. There's a party at the Club tomorrow night. The DeValens are sure to be there. And so will we be." Downing the last of her drink in one burning gulp, she shivered as the warmth of the liquor spread through her body like wildfire. Or was that something else?

 

[Jenn1982]

Danielle DeValens

"Hello? Oh, hi Nancy…yes I'm just pulling the last one out of the oven, I'll bring them over now."

Danielle hung up the phone and turned back to the oven. She pulled the blueberry pie out and set it on the counter next to the other three pies she'd made earlier. Taking a breath she looked around her kitchen and was struck by how lucky she was. She had a beautiful home, a wonderful marriage, and an amazing daughter.

She had only been 21 when she and Mark had married 22 years ago but she had known even then that they were perfect for each other. Like all couples they had their disagreements but they were usually able to work through them pretty quickly. They had both wanted children and had been overjoyed when they found out she was pregnant. The fact that the doctors had told Danielle that her chances of getting pregnant were slim to none had made Natalie even more of a blessing and they cherished her. She still couldn't believe her little girl had just graduated high school.

The sound of the back door pulled her out of her reverie. She hurried into the living room and grabbed her purse, stopping in front of the mirror in the hall and ran a hand through her dark red hair. She smiled at her image, grateful at how easy it had always been to keep her trim figure. She grabbed the box with the pies and went out the back door. Mark turned as she moved towards him and she felt that familiar spark of desire. Their relationship still seemed to hold the same passion as it had when they first met.

"I finally finished all the pies for the bake sale at the hospital fundraiser. I told Nancy I'd run them right over. I'll be back in a bit."
She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss before walking around the house to her car and leaving.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

Connor could see the wheels turning in Scarlett's mind as she processed his idea, and inevitibly what she would stand to gain were he successful. No doubt she would take full advantage of his victory. She might even give it a nudge, should she be able to do so without much effort and keep her own hands clean in the process. He smiled.

Scarlett seemed to enjoying teasing him, the girl fully understood her own sexual attraction. He also enjoyed returning the favor, although innuendo was all it had ever accomplished. When they had first met Connor had assumed sooner or later they might end up in bed together, step-sister or no. They each had always had other priorities though, so he had never taken more effort than flirtation.

He took another sip from his drink and turned his thoughts to the current hunt. Natalie was young, most likely innocent, and probably used to the clumsy come-ons of her schoolmates. All Connor really needed was an excuse to borrow some of her time and he would be able to find whatever weakness would allow him to lead her beneath the sheets. She was not going to be able to understand a truly subtle seduction. It was almost unfair, certainly unsporting of him. All it would take would be a little time.

And time would be an excellent venue to lead to the conquest of the mother. Danielle would be a harder target, although a more worthwhile one. Her weaknesses would be easier to prey upon than Natalie's though. All women shared certain vulnerabilities.

"A party at the Club?" Connor finally said, allowing his thoughts to return to the present. "Then tommorrow night it begins. For now," he said with a final swig of his drink, "I need a shower. See you around, sis."

 

[Tibxo]

Mark DeValens

At the sound of the back door opening and slamming shut, Mark DeValens turns round as his wife comes towards him, carrying a box full of her home-made pies.

"I finally finished all the pies for the bake sale at the hospital fundraiser. I told Nancy I'd run them right over. I'll be back in a bit." She tells him, before giving him a kiss. Then she is gone before he has a chance to reply.

He smiles to himself as he carries on with his gardening. That's one of the things he loves about her - her boundless energy.

Half an hour later, he sits back and looks at his handiwork.

"Nice!" He says to himself as he gives his wet brow a quick wipe. He finds himself looking around the garden and then at the house itself.

"You know, pal. You haven't got a bad life." And in truth that is a understatement.

He has a beautiful wife who he loves more and more as the days go on and many a people have shown their disbelief that she is old enough to have a teenage daughter. What she had saw in him, a man almost 10 years her senior, when they first met he will never know but is certainly glad she did.

Saying that, thanks to the combination of cycling and his fondness for gardening, he has kept slim and Danielle has often remarked that he looks much younger than his fifty years. And they still make love 3-4 times a week.

Then there is their daughter, Natalie, who is certainly turning into a lovely young lady (just like her mother).

Thank God the doctors were wrong!

No, he couldn't have a better life, he thinks to himself as he goes back into the house to make some coffee...

 

[katalynn]

Natalie is a very active kind of girl. Almost tomboyish one might say. She loved being off road in her Chevy Silverdo truck. It was made for the off road *trails* that she would just radomly find with her friends. Solid black with red dragon claws ripping into the hood paint job. She worked hard to get this truck just the way she wanted it, her own money as well as her helping to build it.

Now that school was out she has more time to spend outside doing things with her sweet boyfriend. Which who was to *respectful* to make any real moves on her. Course, she didn't mind either, she felt that to have sex would mean that she had to be tied down. Being tied down was the last thing she wanted right now. Get married and have kids... yea right... Not this chick.

Pulled up into the drive way of her parents house, where she still lived for now. Natalie has the chance to move out, but for now she really didn't know where she wanted to go. Loves this place that she grew up in, wanted to find a place, perhaps build a home in this area someday.

As shes' walking into the house pulling her long dark blonde hair into a ponytail just in time to see her dad in the kitchen.

"Hi daddy. How is your day so far?"

Walks up to give him a hug and soon was rummaging through the kitchen for bucket, soap, and things to wash her truck with. Hated taking it to carwashes, just wasn't the same.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

Connor towled off his hair as he looked out the tall windows of the spacious bathroom. Like a king surveying his realm. Well, that was close to what it was. Not that he actually owned any of this land, or ruled it per se. However, in a sense, it was still his. He undertood this place, and was what understanding if not also the ability to manipulate to desired ends. He could push the people and events of this community to any end he choose. The beautiful part was they would not even know they had been manipulated. Greed, lust, envy, pride; they were almost tangible things here. He could play on them, stir them, provoke them, quiet them if necessary; all to find his own ends. And Connor could do so using the most subtle methods possible. He could use money, power, and influence, but would use intellect, charm, and polish to do so. His own hands could remain spotless while achieving somewhat grimy ends. He had done it before.

He looked down at the DeValens house. He would do it again.

Tomorrow night was the party and the country club. A big, all-community affair. Semi-formal, lots of fellow snobs re-enforcing their opinions of each other. It would actually be entertaining this time around.

 

[Jenn1982]

Danielle DeValens

Danielle smiled at the reflections in the mirror as Mark zipped her dress up. "So what do you think?" she asked as she continued watching his face in the mirror.
"Absolutely stunning." he murmured letting his lips graze over her neck. She leaned back into him, placing her hands over his as they trailed down her sides.
She finally pulled away and moved over to the dresser, giving him an appraising look.

"Well you look pretty good yourself. I hope I can keep my hands off you until we get home." She said playfully over her shoulder as she put on her earrings.

While Mark finished getting ready she headed downstairs, stopping at Natalie's bedroom door.
"Are you almost ready hun? We're leaving in five minutes."

*****************************************************

The party seemed to be in full swing as Danielle walked in, her arm linked with Mark's. Danielle looked over her shoulder to make sure Natalie was still behind them. She gave her a smile, knowing she was probably dying to go find her friends. Danielle felt Mark give her arm a little squeeze and she turned back to greet whoever had caught Mark's attention.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

"The Club" was the communty's private country club. Two golf courses, several tennis courts, three pools, a skeet range, riding stables, and a small marina on the bay. Inside there was a luxurious ballroom, two bars, a smoking study, and a dance fllor for the more youthful. It was just the sort of place that one would expect for those who had too much money to toss around (and loathe if one didn't). Connor didn't really care for the place too much, but it had provided him with some fairly good memories of a fairly sordid nature. There was a sauna near the gym that had provided him some decadent...

He pushed his mind away from those thoughts, as pleasant as they were to remember. It was time for the hunter to start the deadly little dance on the prey. He and Scarlett had arrived, fashionably late, but still early for the two of them. It was obvious they were both a little eager for the adventure to start. She had dressed to kill, and would be turning a few heads tonight. While Connor knew she would soon have an entourage of admirers, he also knew she wouldn't dally with any of them tonight. Her cold-blooded pursuits could be just as dogged as his own. For himself, Connor had chosen a dark suit of a cut that complimented his slim frame while also displaying his broad shoulders. The style gave him a slightly mature look as well which, coupled with his youngish face, would attract both ends of the spectrum.

He was well aware of when the DeValens made their appearance, and let them wait a moment or two before the approach was made. Danielle certainly wasn't going to go unnoticed noight, she would definately make a fine trophy on his linen. As for Natalie, well the girl exactly attracting flies herself. She would no doubt have her own flock of admirers tonight as well. Connor circled an arm around Scarlett's waist and tapped her familiarly on the hip.

"Let's go darling," he said with a sardonic tone in his voice, "Our neighbors have arrived. We really should say hello."

He guided them slowly over to the DeValens, Scarlett's hips doing all sorts of interesting things under her dress. She was defiantle in top game tonight.

"Mark," Connor said as they neared, "Danielle. It's good to see you both tonight," he said, voice oozing charm, eyes playful, and generating that roguish gentelman air he had learned to perfect. "I just back in to town the other day, and I wa hoping to get the chance to say hello." He shifted his eyes to where Natalie was standing. "Goodness, this can't be Natalie? She was just a girl when I left, she's grown into a woman." Connor genuinely hoped this wasn't going to be too easy.

 

[katalynn]

Natlie was ansy in this place. And this dress... this midnight purple, shimmering dress had to go. Pure and simple. She felt like a whore in it. It looked good on her no doubt, tracing her form like a second skin with a V shape on top to show off her clevage. Towards the bottom it had a little flare as she moved, barely showing off her black, strapped up the ankles high heels. Hair was nicely braided with pearl like strand woved into it, silver choker like necklace decorated her throat, giving it that finishing touch.

Looking despratly around for her friends, knowing that her boyfriend wouldn't be here. This wasn't really his scene, the only reason she was here is because her best friend asked her to come.
Just when Natlie spotted her friend Connor and his sister approached. With this she froze slightly, fighting back what would have been a blush when he commented on how she looked. It has been so long since she saw him. Growing up and going to school with him was hell, for she has always liked him. Since hes been gone, she has gotten over that. Or so she thought...

Glared at him with caution. Knowing she had to be cautious of him and now that shes older, she knew even more about his kind.

"You are not looking to bad yourself Connor.. And .. Scarlett.."

It was forced words, but it did have an icy tone to it. Even though she had a secet puppy love sick crush on him, she learned very quickly to give him a cold shoulder. Not wanting to be apart of his life, or get hurt for when he played his games.

But... he has been gone a while.. perhaps....

"If you'll excuse me. Chrissy is waiting for me."

With that she was gone looking for her best friend. Heart was pounding though, just seeing Connor made her want him. Made her feel things she didn't want to feel. Lust? Love?

"He only saw me cause I'm wearing this dress... nothing more.. Any other day I would be invisible to him."

muttered to herself. Ignoring the guys that tried to talk to her while searched and found her friend.

 

[Jenn1982]

Danielle

Danielle's eyes followed Natalie's retreating form briefly before coming back to Scarlett and Connor.

The Keegans had been their neighbors since she and Mark had moved in but the two families hadn't socialized together other than at the many large parties and social events that were thrown every year. Connor and Scarlett both had reputations that bordered on indecent, mainly due to their often gossiped about liaisons.

Naturally Scarlett was dressed in a way that guranteed to keep all male and probably a few female eyes on her. Likewise Connor was dressed in the latest and most expensive style, made to flatter his looks.

"It's good to see you two as well. You were in Europe, isn't that right? I'm sure that was quite enjoyable. And Scarlett, I hear you'll be graduating from the university soon?"

 

[LongshanksSierra]

Natalie had fled in a burst of midnight purple, (she had looked exceptional tonight) and her tone had been distant at best. However, the faint flush of her checks was promising. She might not take much work at all. Oh she would be wary, but her parents had sheltered her too much. Had probably been to embarrassed to properly school her about the nature of raging hormones. It was surprising that they had allowed her to wear such a revealing dress.

Danielle's reaction, however, was exactly as Connor had figured. Her eyes gave a brief, slightly disapproving, glance at Scarlett's dress. Her words were polite and genuinely inquisitive, but there was that haughty condescending tone. She thought she was above Connor and Scarlett, but was too polite to let it show. At any other time Connor would have let that alone push him into some sort of pointless yet satisfying immediate retribution. Well, he would have his revenge, albeit later. He would enjoy her. Whether it was before or after he had enjoyed her daughter, he wasn't sure yet.

"Yes, I toured Europe surveying the family business," he let his tone remain playful, none of the usual bored airs he assumed at such tragic wastes of time like this party. "I... enjoyed myself in my free time. Saw a variety of the sights and local life." That was putting it diplomatically at best, but he kept any hint of a lewd double meaning out of his tone. Best not to be salacious at this pivotal moment. Both Danielle and Natalie need to see him not as the sexual predator they probably pictured him being. That would be fun however, Connor so enjoyed robbing people of their illusions.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Scarlett Keegan

Scarlett stood quietly beside Connor as he replied to Danielle DeValens' civilized version of polite small talk to the neighborhood trash. Natalie had flounced off to look for her little friends no doubt, but the flush that crept over her face at her stepbrother's attention had not gone unnoticed and she barely kept from laughing aloud at the thought of what Little Miss Innocent had coming. As for Mrs. DeValens... What she wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall when hers came crashing down.

Half listening to the conversation, her eyes swept the room like a predator, hunting for sight of Mark. He, too, had wandered off when they had approached. Spotting him at last, Scarlett felt a tremor of desire run through her body. Mr. Perfect was standing with friends, deeply ensconced in conversation. Not a hair out of place, or a crease in his tux; she couldn't help wondering how "neat" he'd look with her mouth wrapped around his cock.

"Excuse me, won't you? I see someone... " She murmured to Danielle and Connor, nodding vaguely across the room as she smoothed her hands over her sequinned ruby red sheath. Not waiting for a reply, Scarlett melted into the crowd in search of something -- or someone -- she could play with now.

 

[Jenn1982]

Danielle

Danielle listened to Connor talk about his trip, though she doubted it had been as innocent as he made it sound. She had noticed Scarlett's eyes scan the crowd and wasn't surprised when Scarlett excused herself once Connor had finished talking. As she left Danielle turned to Mark, planning to remind him of how much fun we'd had when we'd last went to Europe, but he'd somehow snuck off without her notice and joined a few of his friends. Danielle turned back to Connor with a smile.

"Mark and I went to Europe a few years ago for our anniversary. We had a lovely time, I can see why you enjoyed it."

She was actually a little surprised Connor was still here talking. Usually when he came to these parties it was only for a little while and that time was spent with one of the women who were like Scarlett, especially in the way they dressed. They always seemed to find Connor as soon as he'd arrived.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

Scarlett breezed away with that look in her eye that indicated she was once again on the prowl. Connor wondered if she was trying to track down Mark.

"Mark and I went to Europe a few years ago for our anniversary. We had a lovely time, I can see why you enjoyed it."

Yes, Connor was sure that they had enjoyed Europe the way he had. Yeah, and Teddy Roosevelt had been a Chinese jet pilot. Of course the look in Danielle's eyes said she hadn't believed any of the implied innocence in his tale. However, she was maintain that air of polite civility the DeValens were so famous for. It would be amusing to remember moments such as these after he had her moaning on her back. He doubted that Mark DeValens truly appreciated what a sexpot he had in Mrs. DeValens. Probably not, the man obviously had problems with his libido. One couldn't turn down Scarlett Keegan without producing serous doubts of masculinity.

Connor was curious as to how polite Danielle was going to be. "I see Mark has deserted you for the moment," he said. "Would you do a gentleman a favor and escort him once or twice around the dance floor?"

 

[Jenn1982]

Danielle

Connor’s comment about Mark deserting her bothered Danielle and she had to fight to keep from being petty and pointing out that though he might be many things, Connor Keegan wasn’t what she considered a gentleman.

Instead she gave him the expected polite response and offered him her hand.

“Of course Connor, I’d enjoy sharing a dance with you.” she said giving him a gracious smile. He gave his own kind of smile as he took her hand and guided her out onto the dance floor. He pulled her to him and as their hands moved to the correct places almost instantly it was obvious that this was a routine that was expected of people of their class and so it was almost like second nature to them both.

As Connor began leading her around the dance floor she wanted to search the crowd for Mark and hopefully have him jump in and save her but knew how rude that would look. She pushed the thoughts from her mind, instead concentrating on dancing and she was grateful that at least Connor was a superb dancer.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

Dancing could be many different things. Often it was used as a bit of foreplay, and in a sense that was what was going on tonight. Oh not that Connor was going to be sleeping with Danielle tonight, or even any night soon. Eventually however, tonight was really just the groundwork. To Connor, who had studied the art of seduction since high school, had eventually learned how to turn an innocent public display into a lingering memory of sexual promise. Not that any of it was overt. Perhaps a hand slightly lower than normal, but not at a risqué placement. A brush of a hip that was felt then gone, the concert of physical movement, the sheer closeness of a body of the opposite sex.

In her own right Danielle was an excellent dancer. She was obviously a practiced dancer, and had received some sort of training at one point. The habits of the gentry and all that. Connor enjoyed the moment of the sensation of her body moving next to his.

Time to mix up the signals a bit.

"Natalie's about to head off to college isn't she?" Connor let the words out in a slow and measured pace, carefully not to try and slip them past her. "It's funny to think about how grown up she is. I remember her as the gangly little girl next door. Has she decided where she's going yet?" He let that sink in a moment before moving on without waiting for a moment. "Scarlet is about the leave for a university as well and I've been giving her some advice about the new experiences. Perhaps I could offer some help to Natalie as well." He enjoyed the almost unnoticeable tightening around Danielle's eyes. "If you think she'd like some advice that is, and if it is all right with you."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Scarlett

Scarlett hadn't wasted any time, quickly finding a dance partner of her own. It allowed her to move around the room and keep an eye on all the players involved. That Connor was a smoothie, she thought as she watched him schmoozing up the Ice Queen herself. Natalie had barely taken her eyes off him, even if she had gone over to her little friends. As for Mark... he was still ensconced in a conversation.

"Mmm... baby," her current partner whispered into her ear, pressing his burgeoning erection against her belly. "Let's go out to the cabanas."

Ronnie Barrows was one of the locals. Looks, money, Ivy League, fancy sportscar and he was all that in the bed, too. But Scarlett wasn't in the mood. Well, not for him anyhow. "Hush now. It's too early to split," she whispered back with a promising grind of her own. "Maybe later."

Best not to burn all her bridges, though she doubted Ronnie would be the lucky recipient of her attentions this evening. But you never know... Now if she could only get this kind of reaction from Mark DeValens. Maybe she could do something about that when this song ended.

 

[Jenn1982]

Danielle

Danielle strove to keep her smile in place as Connor reminisced about Natalie and pointed out how grown up she was. His offer to give Natalie advice and help on her upcoming start in college was laughable. Danielle didn't believe for a second that the kind of help Connor was offering had anything to do with academics.

She briefly wondered if he thought she was stupid enough to take him up on his offer. She gave him a quick smile, letting only a little condescension show through. She had no doubt that Connor would pick it up but she knew no one else would, even if they had been standing right next to them.

"What a kind offer Connor. Regretfully it is one I'll have to turn down. I don't doubt that your advice is beneficial to Scarlett but I already made sure that Natalie had someone who could help her adjust to college life. Besides you know how young girls are so easily infatuated with older boys, even ones who aren't of their...standing. I'm sure you noticed Scarlett go through a similar stage. Really I'm sure the last thing you want is Natalie developing a school girl's crush on you. Again thank you for your offer though."

 

[LongshanksSierra]

Danielle's condescension was more than a little intriguing, and Connor filed that look away to remember later. To compare with other looks...

Of course it was hopeless, the more she resisted any kind of relationship between Connor and Natalie the more one was likely to develop. No matter how doting the daughter, it was just human nature to want what was being denied you. Danielle would actually play into Connor's hands if she tried to put up walls between him and Natalie. In fact, the smartest thing she could have done would have accepted his offer. Of course her delicate nature wouldn't have let such a thing come to pass.

Over the next few days Connor would put the next phase of his plan into motion. Incidental meetings, accidental encounters, and such. Natalie would find that her thoughts would keep coming back to Connor, he knew had to arrange such things, and her curiosity would grow. Eventually that curiosity would grow to be insatiable, she would come to him and he would deny her. Confused, impassioned, and emotional, she would be ripe for the plucking whenever he chose.

Danielle would be different. She would notice Natalie's infatuation, see his attentions placed on her daughter, and become slightly jealous of the whole thing. Throw in a few careful orchestrated doubts of Mark's infidelity. Well, it wouldn't be the first time Connor had arranged such things either.

At the moment he simply enjoyed the dance, letting Danielle's supple body float in his arms. He couldn't stop the small grin invade his lips at the thought of how she would be in bed. The fact that at the moment she disliked him made it all the sweeter.