"The Dancer"

[JumpMyBones]

Harold Borland wandered slowly through the crowd, greeting guests, shaking hands, kissing cheeks, and -- where appropriate -- cupping a firm buttock and laughing along with the surprised and, sometimes, excited woman he was fondling.

He loved throwing these parties, and the 400+ guests on this particular Saturday night loved that he threw them. His events were the widest, most raucous, most erotic parties you could hold without bringing the vice cops down on you. There were no drugs allowed inside the mansion, but there was plenty of alcohol and ample exposed or barely shrouded skin for hungry eyes to appreciate.

Some of that skin -- male and female alike -- had been paid to make an appearance. Harry, as everyone here knew him, knew people who knew people who paid people for their compensated erotic and/or sexual entertainment. This method of ensuring that the parties were the best in the City -- even in the State -- also ensured that he was never directly connected to the money that was changing hands.

Some of those paid to be here tonight were nothing more than eye candy, meant to fill minds with fantasies that were often later fulfilled with spouses back in the dreamers' own homes. Others were, literally, whores: gigolos and call girls who would, as directed, be very discrete in their business dealings but who, none the less would be taking money first and giving pleasure second, either upstairs in one of the mansion's many luxurious rooms or off the grounds, in the backs of limousines or in any of the City's finer hotels.

As he mingled and questioned both the known and unknown attendees as to whether they were having a good time, Harry suddenly came across the one true drawback to not having a direct connection with the hiring of those here to make his party more erotic: coming up behind the incredible, leggy dancer writhing to the music pounding through the main hall of the home, he had no way of knowing whether or not she was paid to do more than simply strip off her dress and waggle that perfect, tight ass for those ogling her from the floor.

It only took a moment for Harry to forget every thing else happening around him. He watched her for two, three, maybe four minutes, amazed and entranced as she somehow navigated the surface of that narrow bureau in those tall stiletto heels.

She was the most erotic creature he'd ever seen -- and this was a man who threw erotic parties as his main source of entertainment!

One of his Aides stepped up and began to give him a report of an incident taking place on the south lawn. Harry grasped the woman's elbow with a familiar squeeze. She went quiet, followed his steady gaze to the dancer who was now smiling at him seductively, and -- without having to be asked the question -- said, "I'll find out who she is, sir.



Ten minutes later, the woman found Harry in his library and handed him a computer print out. He read it, then turned and put it through the often used shredder.

"So..." he began, hesitating before deciding to use the word, "she's not a whore."

"No sir," the Aide confirmed. "If Sam Lee from the Wright Agency contracted her for the party, she's likely just a dancer ... maybe a college student earning her tuition ... or ... Sam is agent to lots of the Broadway dancers. She could be in between shows. The rent's gotta be paid."

"No slinging burgers at Wendy's or frothing coffee at Starbucks, then."

"Minimum wage...?" she chuckled, "with that ass and those legs?"

Harry turned and looked at the woman, letting his gaze dropped to her also sexy figure. "You looked like that when you came to work for me, Sally."

"Yes," she said, an appreciative smile spreading her lips, "but ... out of respect for my two degrees, you didn't ask me to fuck you."

His lips spread in a smile, too "That wasn't why I didn't fuck you. Without your unbelievable skills at organizing my personal and business affairs, I'd be a wreck."

"True," she said. She could have countered him again with the truth of why they'd never had sex -- her preference to the same exotic, erotic bodies to which Harry himself liked to get close -- but instead she simply said, "I'll invite her upstairs, sir."

Two minutes later, as the dancer was twisting and rocking to yet another pounding song, Sally directed two solidly built Staff Workers to carefully help her down from the bureau.

"Our host would like a moment of your time, Miss ... if you don't mind." Sally retrieved from a nearby chair the woman's semi-sheer cover up. She pointed to the stairs. "End of the hall."

She began to turn away, then hesitated and gave the dancer an obvious, all over ogling. With a seductive smile, she pressed her personal business card into the dancer's hand and said, "Just in case we have a ... common interest."

She glanced down to the dancer's perfect figure -- wanting to ensure that she hadn't been too vague -- then turned and left, leaving it to the dancer to decide whether to ascend those stairs or not.

 

[MzSeductress]

Bria Knight aka Ella was shocked at the man staring so deeply at her and she grinned back. She was a law student and school could be pretty expensive. Finding a job was very hard so she had done what a few other girls did dance. Some girls took to poles but she wouldn't go that farnas to dance naked.

She was shocked when a woman approached her saying the host wished to see her. She followed the woman and she lead her to a set of stairs but nkt before handing her a card and insinuating a sexual situation. Bria blushed and took the card not wanting to be rude and stared at the steps for a second before ascending them.

She looked around at the large and gorgeous house and wondered how anyone couldn't get lost in it. The owner was obviously loaded and of higher class so she wondered what he wanted with her. She moved toward the end of the hall and opened the door slowly before entering.

Bria gasped and stared at the gorgeous man she saw staring at her in the party. Of course everyone else was as well but she had definitely noticed him it was like he was hypnotized.

She blushed as she felt his eyes trail over her body and slowly closed the door behind her like he motioned to. She gave a small smile and said " I heard you would like to see you"

 

[JumpMyBones]

Harry caught the movement of the door in his peripheral and turned to see the young beauty in the doorway. She had donned a full length gown that looked to be straight out of Victoria's Secret, making her even more erotic to Harry.

There's nothing as sexy as a woman with her clothes still on, he'd told him buddies in the past. They'd never understood that, but if they'd had an opportunity to see the dancer here now, they would have understood.

"Come in, Bria," the host said with a polite smile, gesturing her toward the expensive, antique chairs on the opposite side of his desk. "Or ... do you prefer Ella when you're on the job."

He listened to her answer, then headed for the wet bar, asking, "Alcohol...? Something sharp ... or maybe sweet...? Or do you keep it soft while you're working. I have..."

He opened the fridge, which although it was for a wet bar was as big as any in a family kitchen. He chuckled at the sight of the dozens of variously sized and colored bottles and cans and said, "Well, it would appear I have just about everything, wouldn't it?"

He responded as she requested, then moved to the desk, sitting on the edge to open a bottle of sparkling water for himself. Harold Borland never drank with people he didn't know. Which was ironic at this moment, because he if he'd ever wanted to know someone enough to be comfortable drinking with them, it was with this woman.

"I asked you up here because..." He hesitated, lifting the bottle to his lips while he considered his approach. Harry had never been shy about approaching -- or seducing -- women. Things either went his way or they didn't; and if they didn't, he shrugged it off and moved on to another woman.

But he wasn't an ass. He didn't come on strong and, when shot down, say Get the fuck out you tease and go chase another skirt. He may have been a bit more forward with women than most men, but he wasn't rude either.

He did know what he wanted, and tonight he wanted the dancer.

"I asked you up here," he repeated, "because I was hoping to get to know you better. I already know you're an amazing dancer ... a very erotic dancer."

His gaze dropped to her body, and his lips spread in a devilish smirk. "And I already know you are the most beautiful woman who has ever graced this mansion."

That wasn't just a line. He truly meant it, and while she might not realize that about him, his tone was as sincere as it could have been.

"What I'd like to know is..." He hesitated again, sipping at the bottle as he looked into her dark eyes. When he spoke again, there was a touch of humor in his tone. "How's your life going ... and ... what can I do to make it better?"

 

[MzSeductress]

Bria stared at the man shocked he knew her name he had obviously done some research. She told him to call her Ella because that is what she preferred while working and it was professional.

He asked if she wanted and drink and agreed to something fruity but not stron because the dancers were not to be intoxicated. She fiddled with her hair and took a look around the room which appeared to be his study. She looked at his books which were some historical and business but mostly sexual. She felt her body heat as she thought about what he was capable of.

She chuckled at his question "Well firstly. .. Its obvious youve done a bit of research on me sir and I think I should know about you. You know my name.. so how about you tell me yours?"

 

[JumpMyBones]

Harry smiled broadly at the young woman's question, offering his hand out after a moment of contemplating the many different ways in which he'd like to make her scream in ecstasy.

"Harold Borland," he told her, holding her hand softly in his for a bit longer than was probably appropriate. "Harry to my friends, but you, my dear ... you may call me smitten."

His smile broadened. Instead of releasing her hand after the lengthy shake, he used his hold of it to urge her to her feet. He turned her back toward the door through which she'd arrived, and as he slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow, he began, "I am the party's host ... and, while typically most people wouldn't want to throw a party like this -- one that could so easily get out of control--"

He leaned in a bit closer and said in tone that almost sounded proud, "--or result in a visit from Vice..."

He chuckled just a slight bit before continuing, "...this is in fact my humble abode. Let me show you around."

He turned her at the door, back down the hallway up which she'd strode in those tall, skinny heels, and began droning on about the mansion that he'd purchased only four years earlier. His life was a pretty open book, thanks to the legitimate press and sleazier tabloids, so Harry wasn't sure how much of what he was telling her was already known to her.

He explained about how he'd made his first fortune -- a mere $400 million -- in computer software, then followed that up with the big paycheck -- $1.3 billion -- after selling Microsoft the newest social media site which, after only a year on the web, had over 100 million users worldwide.

By the time he got to his personal life, they had travelled to the end of the hall, for a glance down to the main hall where the party was only getting wilder. Harry had flown in the Charger Girls from San Diego for a photo shoot to promote his newest product, a voice activated internet radio device. The tiny electronic gadget was small enough to fit inconspicuously under even the smallest of bikinis, and to prove it, that was what the Girls were wearing now as they made their way through the leering, cheering crown below.

"Aren't they pretty?" Harry said as if he was referring to a bouquet of flowers on the dining room table. Turning Bria back toward the stairs -- this time going upwards -- he continued, "Ella, I was very impressed by your dancing. You are very athletic, and of course very sexy. What are your ambitions in the business?"

As she answered him (OOC: with as much as little as she chose to) -- and as he responded politely, as any attentive male host would to a woman he desired -- Harry continued his little tour upwards. Soon they had once again covered the distance of the long hallway, heading directly for and through the open French Doors that lead out onto a balcony overlooking the sculpted gardens below.

On the terrace, Harry finally released his grasp on Bria's hand and stepped away from her. He turned and walked slowly backward to the railing, ogling her conspicuously in the bright illumination of the nearly full moon above. Occasionally as they continued talking, the wind would rush through, blowing the long, semi-sheer gown away from her long, sleek legs, and Harry's breath would be taken away as it had so many times already.

He leaned back casually against the stone railing, and when a lull in the conversation arrived, Harry said boldly, "You would make me the happiest man on the planet ... Bria ... if you were to stay behind after the rest of the guests departed."

His not so inconspicuous ogle of her at another brisk wind left little doubt about whether his invitation was anything more than a host wanting to have a particular guest stay near for more conversation or perhaps a delicious, sun rise breakfast.

 

[MzSeductress]

Bria smiled and told him about her future business plans and plans of opening her own firm after he masters degree in law. She listened to him interested in hearing more about him. She knew he was filthy rich it was pretty obvious but she honestly hadnt been interested in money and using a man for money as most women would in this situation. She had heard of Harry before in tabloids before and his wild orgies at times but she wasn't interested at the moment.

They stepped outside onto the terrace and she smiled enjoying the view. She felt a bit cold in the sheer lingerie and she knew that the moonlight was highlighting her curves and body beneath her gown. She thanked him on the compliment of her dancing " I did a bit of acrobatics" she grinned. She was flattered and shocked he had wanted her to stay. " Sure id like to Harry.." she said honestly meaning it. Of course shed have to change .

 

[JumpMyBones]

Harry's smile broadened at Bria's acceptance of his invitation. He said with a pleased tone, "Good ... very good."

He saw her body tremble against the cold and flood with good flesh. Guilt flooded him, and he quickly headed for the hallway door saying, "Don't move."

Less than a minute later, he was back, stepping up close behind Bria and -- after taking another yearning gawking at her fine back side, slipped a full length ermine coat over her shoulders. He purred, "Better?"

He walked back to her front, looking her up and down before reaching in to tie the belt at her narrow waist. He wasn't sure about her feelings on fur so he quickly explained, "This coat is more than 100 years old, hand stitched during a time when the wearing of fur was common place."

He stepped back, eyeing her up and down again as he continued, "I ... I felt I should explain that in case you were anti-fur. I would never invest in such a new item today anymore than I would buy ivory or black bear organs..."

His lips parted in a knowing smirk as he finished, "...even if consuming the latter as a powder in tea is supposed to give the man the ability to make love to a beautiful woman all ... night ... long."

He laughed at his own attempt at bad sex humor, then said, "Well ... I might if I was making love to you, but ... we're not there yet, so..."

He spoke that last line with enough joviality in his tone that -- if Bria felt pressured -- he could always excuse it as flirtation, not literal seduction. But at the same time, he wanted to ensure that the sexy dancer understood that he was undoubtedly interested in spending some time between her thighs...

...as if the constant flirtation thus far -- and the invitation to stay over -- hadn't already set the course.

 

[MzSeductress]

Bria laughed at his flirting and smiled greatfully at him " Thank you Harry" she said glad he was being so nice and a gentleman at that. " Im not an animal activist or anything so your fine but I do think that hurting animals arent necessary for things that arent needed by some." I look at the bench area and smile " Do you mind if we sit out here a bit its beautiful tonight"

She took his hand and lead him to sit beside her. " So.. Is there anything you would like to know about me that you dont Harry? And vice versa because you are an interesting man but id like to know about you ." She said looking intently at him.

 

[JumpMyBones]

"Things about me..." he murmured, making sure that when he sat he was as close to Bria as he could get without actually touching her. "Where's does a man start...?"

He wanted her so badly, and -- with the way things were going -- if she was the type to sleep with a man whom she'd just met, he felt this his own odds were better than average. But Harry had to keep reminding himself that she was paid to entertain people, and as an extension of that ability, she may have simply been being friendly to him because he was the host of the party and, ultimately, the man whose money was going into her bank account tomorrow morning.

He couldn't just assume that because she'd come up here with him and because she'd agreed to stay over, that they would be getting naked with one another before the sun rose over the mountains to the east.

Of course, there was always one way to find out whether that was possible, wasn't there...?

"Well ... I'm single, as you likely know by the stories in the tabloids, the lack of a ring on my finger, and the fact that a jealous woman with an ax hasn't already cut off those long luscious legs of yours and then fed me to my own guard dogs."

He laughed, sipped at the flute of champagne they'd snatched from the waiter at earlier at the end of the hall, and continued. "I have ... let's call it a couple of dollars in the bank ... and I like to use them to ensure that my friends have a good time. Life is too short to sit around on a Saturday night watching reruns of The Love Boat, so..."

He gestured toward the open doorway and the music that was still audible even here at the end of the mansion, a full floor higher.

"I also like to ensure that my ... good friends..." He looked into Bria's dark eyes for a moment to ensure that, without a doubt, he was talking specifically about her, "...never want for anything. Any-thing. All they have to do is ask."

Of course, there was a price to be paid if you wanted to partake of Harold Borland's generosity. But Harry didn't have to tell Ella that. He was pretty sure that a woman of her talents and obvious intelligence knew that nothing in life worth happening came without costs.

It was time to make his desires clear. As he reached a hand up to Bria's face, ever so gently caressing a pair of finger tips along her jaw line, under her chin, and -- with obvious erotic meaning -- up to gently play with her full, painted lips, he finished, "And ... concerning your question about whether there is anything more that I want to know about you ... my question to you would be ... are you interested in going with me to my bedroom and taking this party a little more ... private?"

 

[MzSeductress]

Bria raised her eyebrow and gave a small smile as he talked about himself. He was an intelligent and interesting man. She was enjoying talking and spending time with Harry and she could tell as a single bachelor he was used to women throwing themselves at him.

She had grown up in a broken family sometimes staying with her father and other times with her mother on different sides of America. She had loved traveling and she had began to watch tons of law and order which prompted her in being a lawyer and reading law books. She had never been rich but never need money much. She had never asked or needed money from anyone and worked for what she needed at any cost but respectfully.

She looked at Harry seriously and knew what he was implying wwhen he suggested they go to his bedroom. She gently moved his hands and sighed " Im sorry Harry but I cant do that and I wont. Im a dancer not a prostitute and I dont care what price you offer. Im merely doing this for tuition and id rather earn my money than ... sleep for it" she said a bit offended and standing.

 

[JumpMyBones]

"Oh no no no," Harry said quickly, "No, Bria ... I wasn't suggesting anything like..."

He looked down for a moment, then back up into her dark eyes. He had, of course, meant that if she slept with him, she would get something financially beneficial out of it. But because he knew there was the possibility that she'd be offended -- this wasn't the first time he'd failed -- he always kept his words and offers vague, to allow back tracking. "I'm sorry. I ... What I meant was... Well, sometimes I ... I misspeak."

He took her hands into his own, squeezing them gently as he smiled. "I just ... want to spend more time with you. I didn't mean to rush things. Actually--"

He laughed, smirking devilishly. "Actually, I did. But ... I see now that that was a mistake, and ... and Bria, I apologize."

He stood up quickly -- still holding her right hand in his left -- and took a formal sort of stance. "Let's start over. Hello. Bri-- Ella, yes...? I'm Harold ... Harold Borland. But you can call me Harry."

He was having a hard time getting through this without laughing, and Bria's reaction wasn't helping.

"I was watching you dance downstairs earlier..." He very conspicuously ogled her, despite not really being able to see anything but a bit of cleavage and the lower halves of her delicious legs. It was meant to be a comical kind of leer, and the tone that followed was just as comical. "...and, just like every other man in that room ... there was only one thought going through my mind..."

With the hand that he was still holding, Harry lifted Bria to her feet. They ended up just inches apart, so close that the furrier parts of the coat wafting in the breeze brushed over Harry's dress jacket.

He looked deeply into her eyes and said with a seductive tone, "And that one thought that we ... the men of this party ... and the men of the entire world should they have been fortunate enough to see you like that was ... Will you have breakfast with me?"

A wide smile spread across his face as he waited for her to either accept his invitation, laugh hysterically at him, or ... rip his clothes off...? No. That probably wasn't going to be the sexy dancer's reaction.

 

[MzSeductress]

Bria stayed quiet for a moment wanting Harry to squirm a bit.

"Ok.... I'll have breakfast with you Harry." she said softly and looked at him " But only breakfast" making sure things were clear. " And you can call me Bria ok since you already know my name" she said and smirked.

"I'm glad you and your guests enjoyed my dancing I like to entertain. I find it more artistic and sexy than... erotic." She said and chuckled " Although it may come across tha way. "

She looked in his eyes and said " I accept your apology Harry. I know women in my situation may be known for sleeping around but im not one of them honestly"

 

[JumpMyBones]

"And I sincerely apologize," Harry said, moving a bit closer, lifting her hand, and giving it a soft kiss on the back, "if anything I said implied anything differently."

He smiled and offered to show her her room for the night. It was on that same floor -- conveniently across the hall from his own, he pointed out -- and walking into it was like walking in to a Caesar's Palace penthouse suite. It was three rooms: bedroom, lounge, and what he called heaven, including a massive en suite bathroom, a Jacuzzi, a jet lap pool, and a sauna.

"This is for my female guests," he said. He realized that that made it sound as if he had women over for sex often so he quickly added, "My mother stays here occasionally ... my sisters, cousins ... the like."

As he was talking, he was leading her by his elbow again, this time to a door that opened to a massive walk in closet that was filled with women's clothes. "I'm sure you have a set of clothes in a bag, but ... feel free to wear anything you find here."

He explained where some of the home's other amenities were -- kitchen, phones, etc. -- then leaned in and kissed Bria on the cheek, saying, "I need to go see about shutting this party down. Getting late."

 

[MzSeductress]

Bria was shocked at how large the room was it was more of a condo than a suite. She noticed the jacuzzi pool and sauna and she was stunned.
She looked at him and nodded and smiled as he said he needed to dismiss the guests downstairs" I understand Harry I need to head back down and grab my things as well." She blushed as he kissed her cheek and they still were connected by arm.
" Shall we head back down?"

Bria looked at herself in the mirror briefly and turned toward him " thank you againnfor letting me wear the fur " she said sliding it off and placing it on the bed" Do you mind if I put on something now? I mean your entertainment is over so I should have more on." She said smirking.

She slid on a simple dress not wanting to ruin any of his clothing in there which was high priced. She came out with her hair pulled back and head down with him informing her boss shed be staying as a guest. He gave her a look and she said she's staying in the guest room.

She watched his assistant escort some people out as well as some entertainment.

 

[JumpMyBones]

Harry was torn about Bria's question. He would have loved to go down stairs with Ella on his arm, an open full length fur draped over her shoulders but revealing her front side to the drooling men who hadn't been quick enough to make their own move.

But he also knew that if he wanted her to feel like something more than just eye candy -- in particularly avoiding any assumptions that she was literally a whore -- he needed to give her a moment to put something else on.

"Feel free," he said, gesturing toward the closet and -- again -- leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. "I'll be near the bottom of the stairs, working on getting these free loaders out of my house and away from my booze."

He laughed at his attempt at humor and backed away from her, ogling what he could see of her just one more time. He waggled an extended finger at her just before he got to the door and, with a devilish smile, said, "What would you think about letting me see you just one more time?"

He gave her a moment to act one way or the other, then made his way down the hall and the two flights of stairs to begin bidding farewell to the rich, powerful, and corrupt.

"Please go up and check on Bria," he said as his Aide made her way over to him. "Make sure she has everything she needs."

"Yes, sir," Sally said, smirking as she left. If was obvious to her that her boss was going to get his dick wet tonight, which both pleased and disappointed his girl-loving right hand woman. She always wished the best for Harold Borland, but once in a while it was nice to be the one who got the girl ... even if Sally herself was one.

She arrived upstairs, knocked on the door, and called out, "Miss Knight...? Sally, we met earlier. Can I help you in any way?"

 

[MzSeductress]

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Bria searched the wardrobe and saw a simple black dress which she slipped over her lingerie. The dress was sexy but too revealing. She heard a knock on the door and decide to go see who it was . She saw the assistant from before ask if she needed help and she shook her head no " Im fine thank you I just put this black dess on the clothes are pretty expensive I got this one it was the only one not 1000 and up. " she aaid briefly looking herself in the mirror.

She said " I do need help finding my way tonthe ballroom though."

 

[JumpMyBones]

As Bria checked her appearance in the dressing room style mirrors, Sally checked the dancer's appearance as well. It was such a shame that this lovely preferred men, but ... what are you gonna do?

"You look fantastic," the Aide told her with a seductive voice, just wanting to make sure that the college student forget she was appreciated by more than just men. When Bria asked for help navigating the mansion, Sally gestured toward the door of the palatial room and said, "Follow me. Let's go show you off."

As they descended to the main hall, the heads of many of the men and women below began turning. The rumor mill had begun working the moment Sally had had Bria aided off the bureau and up the stairs, and by the time the dancer was ready to return to the main party, it was already presumed fact that she would be Harold Borland's next sexual conquest.

Harry met the two women at the bottom of the stairs, thanking Sally and letting her depart -- after one more ogle of Bria -- before taking the dancer's hand and again kissing it on the back. He took her into the crowd, and -- despite her being just a paid employee, began introducing her to one rich or powerful or well placed person after another.

"This is District Attorney Davis..." he said about one man...

"Representative Lee..." he said about another...

An older woman who had a half-her-age man on each arm was introduced as "Mrs Portchek ... yes, of those Portcheks."

And through it all, Harry kept an intimate connection to Bria -- either her hand in the crook or his arm or his arm around her thin waist -- and never introduced her by name, instead letter he choose when she wanted to use the name Bria or Ella.

The crowd was beginning to thin out -- by 3am it was down from over 400 to under 150 people -- and as their little tour of the rich and raunchy was coming to a close, Harry leaned in intimately close to Bria and whispered, "I wasn't going to tell you this, but I thought you should know. The general consensus amongst the ... naughtier minded of my guests ... it that you and I got busy upstairs."

He pulled his face back to see her expression, then added rather guiltily, "I hope you don't mind that, while I did nothing at all to further this misconception--" His lips spread in a wicked grin. "--I also did nothing to cut it short either."

 

[MzSeductress]

Bria blushed deeply as he whispered to her what her guests were thinking happened between them upstairs. She was embarrassed of course but what else would they think with her being dressed that way and hauled upstairs post performance.

Bria nodded and sighed and raised her eyebrow at him " And is that what you wanted them to think Harry?" She said curious. She had politely talked to all she was introduced to some sayin helll but nothing further which she found a bit rude.

She pinched his arm feeling his hand slip right above her ass and said " lts fine.. Noone knows my real name anyway and itll probably blow over their head right?" She said looking at him. Hopefully this wouldn't hit tabloids. Her parents would die knowing their baby girl is dancing to pay tuition but she couldn't ask them for money they needed it.

She wasn't mad or shocked but a bit scared of what people could escalate things to. She fiddled with his fingers because he held her hand something she did when she was nervous and thinking.

 

[JumpMyBones]

"And is that what you wanted them to think Harry?"

A trio of guests approached -- actually, Harry knew, a couple and the gigolo with whom they'd made late supper and sex plans -- and politely exchanged farewells with Harry. The two married guests shook hands with Bria as if she, too, were a guest and not a worker. It was just the way most of the attendees to Harry's parties were: there was no discrimination or judgment amongst people who, likely, were ending their evenings with oft inappropriate and/or illegal acts of eroticism.

The gigolo was a different story, however. After he thanked the host for a wonderful party -- one that would be lucrative to the male whole, too, although he didn't say that, of course -- he shook Bria's hand, then leaned in to give her a polite kiss on the cheek opposite of Harry's proximity. He whispered into her ear, "Nice score. Ride it long and hard."

He pulled back, smiled politely, thanked Harry again, and the three were gone.

Only then was Harry able to answer Bria's question. "My dear ... I do not worry myself with what other people think of me..."

He turned, still holding her hand, and started her on another slow walk through the diminishing crowd, smiling to guests and thanking -- particularly -- the escorts and sex workers for making his party a hit.

When at last he could finish his thought, he said, "And you shouldn't either. The only thing in this world you should ever regret ... is that you allowed the fear of regret to prevent you from living your life."

His statement was rather cryptic, but it was his philosophy in life. Harold Borland had done a great many things in his life, and many of them could easily have been considered inappropriate or social unacceptable. But one thing he could say was that he had never hurt anyone, not seriously enough anyway. And another thing he could say was that he enjoyed life.

Harry looked down to Bria's hand, realizing finally the nervousness that seemed to be in her touch. When she caught him studying her and met his gaze, he gave her an expression that was ... almost fatherly, despite his barely being old enough to even be her father.

"You have conducted yourself very well tonight ... Ella," he said with an obviously impressed tone. "You belong here amongst us..." He glanced about the mostly departing crowd as he continued, "...the unique ... the idiosyncratic ... the freaks. Not because I think you are like us, oh no--"

He patted her forearm, again almost fatherly. "No, because you seem to understand us ... to know how to deal with us. The others ... they were impressed with you tonight--" His gaze fell for just a moment to her incredible form, showcased so well in the tight fitting, flesh revealing dress. "And I don't just mean impressed them with your raw sexuality."

He reached up and tapped an index finger playfully to her temple. "I mean with this..." He lowered the hand, gently touching that same finger tip to her breast bone over her heart. "...and this."

Just for the fun of it, he let that finger tip slip slowly down the flesh of her cleavage before pulling it away and smiling with a not so fatherly expression. He looked away again, waved to a departing guest, and said, "I want to show you something."

Harry led her a bit quicker through the crowd -- which was unmistakably heading one direction, out -- and a long moment later they were standing at the back of the mansion, staring out into the star filled sky. He reached into his pocket, withdrew a small remote, and pressed a button.

The world of night became day in a flash. Powerful lights flooded the grounds, revealing twenty acres of sculpted gardens, Olympic sized swimming pools, well tended orchards, and more. In the distance, a trio of horses -- surprised by the sudden night-into-day effect whinnied and began dancing about; and up closer, a pair of large livestock dogs that had been wrestling with one another in the darkness leapt to their feet and headed leisurely in the human couple's direction.

Harry simply stared out into the distance for a long moment, his touch upon Bria revealing the pleasure he got from looking at this and knowing that this was his paradise. Then, with a tone that left no room for ambiguous interpretation, he explained why he'd shown her this at this moment.

"Miss Knight ... I would like you to live here ... in my house. Not live with me, but ... simply live here. The room upstairs is yours for the taking. I will furnish you with a car ... an allowance ... credit cards if you need them. If you have distant family you yearn to see, my private jet will be available to you at the words May I? You will want for nothing. You will get your law degree and become a famous ... well, what ever it is you are wanting to become ... and you will never worry about student loans or being late for another dancing gig."

He laughed a bit, the only humor he showed during this very serious moment, and said looking up toward the Heavens, "I apologize, God, for removing this exotic creature from the future fantasies of those will never see her dance, amen."

He looked back to her with a slight smile. "No strings. This offer of freedom ... from debt ... from concern ... I offer this chance to concentrate on your future not in exchange for your visits to my bed. I offer it ... because I can ... and because you deserve it."

He took a step back, as if to give her space to make the big decision ... or perhaps simply to get him out of reach of a wildly swinging slap.

"Excuse me, Mister Borland," a female voice cut in.

Harry recognized it as Sally without even looking. In his peripheral, he saw her approaching quickly and knew that to interrupt him here -- on his private terrace -- meant there was something serious happening.

"I'll return, Bria," he said and, unceremoniously, turned and departed quickly with his Aide, leaving Bria standing there with probably the biggest decision she'd made since deciding law was her future.

And although he'd told her that he would return, Harry didn't. A couple of minutes later, Sally did, however, saying with obvious sincerity as she approached Bria, "I'm sorry, Miss Knight, but Mister Borland has been pulled away. He instructed me to either get you a car or, if you like, show you to your room again."

 

[MzSeductress]

Bria sat stunned and shocked at Harry's proposal. She had to think about this seriously before she made any big decisions she grabbed her bag looking inside and fumbled a bit nervously after he left then texted her roommate she wouldnt be over tonight.

She had been living in a off campus apartment with a few other law students in a building. She had roomed with a friend from class anf the apartment wasnt too shabby though small for two people.

She took public transportation although she had her license and only drove her car to work. She was afraid hed die if he saw her pink and white buggy with car lashes. She smiled blushing because that was her first car she bought with her money.

She hear footsteps behind her and saw his assistant return and Looked up responding " I think ill head back to my room" she said and smiled softly.

She had to think about it a bit more and then she'd tell him tonight when he returned. She felt her stomach rumble and blushed " Umm is there any takeout places around here? Im going to head out for some and you can show me when I return if you dont mind?"

 

[JumpMyBones]

"Of course, Miss Knight," Sally said, gesturing politely for the dancer to follow her.

Sally's approach to Bria was conspicuously different than it had been before, when she -- like her boss -- had had immediate fantasies of spending time naked with the erotic, exotic college student.

Now that she knew the offer Harry had made to Bria -- "No sexual strings", he'd added, having never held anything back from his trusted confidante -- Sally knew that the time for flirting was over. Oh, she still lusted for the tight bodies goddess and always would. But unless, in a moment of lesbian lust, Bria herself came to Sally for satisfaction, there would never again be such flirtations as passing a business card while making obviously suggestive comments.

Out in front of the house, the number of private cars, limos, town cars, and cabs had diminished to but a dozen or so. Sally walked Bria to a chauffeured Rolls Royce, instructed the driver to take the guest anywhere she wanted, then opened the door.

As Bria steppe up close, Sally said with a serious tone, "Miss Knight. Mister Borland can be a demanding employer ... and a demanding man. But he will always be truthful and fair to you."

She began to step away, then turned back and added, "You may come to me anytime you wish. While I answer to Harry and ... and would not be able to answer some of your questions, should I feel them to be confidential ... I would also keep anything you ask me ... anything you tell me confidential as well."

She gave Bria a tight smile, then reminded the Chauffeur, "Anywhere."

(OOC: If by chance Bria is looking for inside information or advice, Sally will go with her. If not, she will go inside. When -- if -- Bria returns, a house servant will be waiting to tend to her every need. I'm sending you a PM, but don't open it until you have decided Bria's moves for the next 24 hours.)

 

[MzSeductress]

Bria smiled taking note of that. She knew the woman was more like a close friend or family to harry than just his assitant from what she had observed earilier in the party. She smiled and said " Well you seem pretty close with him do you mind telling me more about him?"

She still was thinking of her decision but shed had to be sure that shed want to stay by hearing from someone who had personal experience. She'd also have to move her clothes there and her important things she had kept back at her place.

She slid over letting the woman climb into the back of the limo with her and gave a soft smile. " So.. How long have you been working for Harry?"

 

[JumpMyBones]

"So... How long have you been working for Harry?"

Sally laughed. "Always!"

She gave the chauffeur directions to the nearest food available that time of the morning which was not fast food at all but instead was a three table, hole in the wall café run by an Asian man who spoke not a word of English and served his favorite white rice-skinned customers -- Harry and Sally -- what ever dish he chose to bring out to them. So far, after three years of patronizing his establishment, they'd never been disappointed in the man's choice.

"My first job for Harry," Sally continued, knowing that she and Bria might as well be on the same page when it came to what to call her boss, "was running his presidential campaign."

She glanced to Bria, then laughed, clarifying, "For eighth grade Student Body."

She laughed again and clarified further. "And no, I am not as old as Harry. I was only a fifth grader at the time, but even then, Harry knew that without me guiding his every move, he was to be lost in this world forever."

She reminded the chauffeur about the private parking spot at the back of the café, then continued. "We worked together through junior and high schools ... Harry learning computers while I learned business. When he was twenty -- when I was 17 -- he began is first startup and asked me to help run it. He put me through university ... bachelors ... a second one ... masters ... a second one. And all along I made sure that while he was absorbed with becoming rich and powerful, that he remembered he was still nothing more than a man..."

Again, Sally looked down to Bria's incredibly sculpted figure, then looked up to her and said with a sly smirk, "...with the same vulnerabilities that the rest of us suffer."

The trip was short, and in less than five minutes they'd descended from the hill upon which the mansion sat to the nitty, gritty streets of the less than prosperity neighborhood below.

As the Rolls pulled through the mechanized gate, which closed behind them automatically, Sally turned in her seat and stared Bria hard in the eyes. "Harry will never harm you. He will never lie to you. He ... he might disappoint you. But then, he's just a man. I have never regretted being his assistant, nor his friend."

She took a breath, again letting her eyes drop just for a moment to the dancer's physical perfection as if needing a reminder of what she was about to say. "Harry wants you to come to his bed. He doesn't expect it. But you have to know that he wants it. And, as his friend and confidante ... as the person who knows him better than any other person on the planet despite never having opened my own thighs to him ... I have to tell you that if you do ... if you do go to his bed ... you will find him to be gentle ... passionate ... vigorous ... animalistic ... loving..."

She smiled. Some of the words she was using couldn't be mistaken as synonyms, especially by the obvious bright and educated Bria. But what Harry was in bed depended upon the moment and mood: he could be one of those one night, another a second, and all of them a third.

"What he won't be,, Bria," she said, her tone more serious than it had been even until now, "is yours. Harry won't be tamed. He won't be saddled, tied down, what ever word you want to you. He is a free spirit, and that includes with his passions ... and ... let's call them relationships.

Sally reached out to lay a hand upon Bria's knee -- not a sexual contact but a friendly, trust what I tell you one -- and told her, "Harold Borland will treat you like a goddess. But ... he's no Monotheist."

The chauffeur had already opened Sally's door and now, circling around to the other side, opened Bria's. Sally smiled and asked, "Shall we eat? You've never had anything as good as this, although ... most of the time, I don't know what I'm eating."

 

[MzSeductress]

Bria took in Everything Sally told her in confidence. She nodded and understood that Harry wasnt a relationship guy and he also could buy and win over who ever he wanted so why did he want her?

She knew that Harry's Intention was sex but she would not have sex with a man the first time she met him. She knew Sally was his best friend and smiled at the woman "Thank you Sally that is more than i needed to know. I think we should eat im famished"she said and her stomach growled as if to emphasize the point.

They made their way to the dining room and she sat telling the woman about herself and childhood as well as her siblings two older brothers and a younger one with her being the only girl she and her mom were close and brothers and dad a bit protective.

After dinner she decided to head upstairs and smiled laying in bed knowing she would tell Harry her decision in the morning.

 

[JumpMyBones]

But Bria never got that chance.

When she awoke the next morning, a note in flowery female hand writing -- delivered to the bed table after sun up as she still slept -- informed her that breakfast was waiting for her on Harry's private veranda and that, due to unfortunately circumstances, Mister Borland would be out of town for three days.

"You are to make yourself at home," the note said. "Anything you please is our pleasure to make available."

Sitting next to the note was an American Express black card and a set of keys with an alarm fob bearing the Ferrari logo.