The elevator bobs to a stop and the doors open up to those large floor to ceiling windows leading to his front door. I remember my walk of shame and feel a pang of resentment for Gideon as I watch him open the penthouse door. When you look at everything so far the indications are good that I’m the ‘bit on the side,’ I’m not okay with that although Allison is convinced that I should be.
I follow Gideon through the front door and he head straight for the room where we were last together. The bed is freshly made and it looks as though no one has ever been in here let alone had a sex marathon in here. Gideon heads straight for the walk in closet and standing in the doorway he lets out an emphatic “tada!” I peer inside and see the room packed with dresses, stacks of undershirts, lingerie, shapers, stockings, shoes, purses…everything you could imagine. The place looks like he robbed a department store and had every designer in the world drop off a sample of their dresses. I look back to Gideon whose face is beaming.
“What…” I can’t begin to find the words I want to say “what is this?” I wait for him to explain that it’s his dead wife’s wardrobe and he’s bequeathing it to me in an oddly creepy gesture of generosity. Instead his face falls and he frowns at me.
“I figured you’d like to have something nice to wear tonight…” I scan through our previous conversations for any trace of what it is we were supposed to be doing tonight and I come up empty handed.
“Tonight?” I walk in to the closet and run my fingers along the rows of dresses. The range of fabrics brush my fingers and leave me feeling nostalgic over playing dress up as a child. Price tags flutter on every single one of them and I realize that they are all brand new, bought for the singular purpose of dressing me up to fit the part of the millionaire’s personal waitress.
“Didn’t I tell you?” I shake my head and mutter a ‘no’ as I continue to leaf through the incredible dress selection. “Christ, I’m sorry. There’s a huge political fundraiser this afternoon for one of my clients and I promised I’d be there…” He leaves the statement open ended and I have no idea what to think. “Pick something out that you’d like to wear, we have to leave at two. I need to meet up with a few people to get some final details worked out. Speaking of which…” Gideon checks his watch “I need to go and finish up a few things before we leave. I’ll be back to check on you.” He gestures around the closet, “Go to town.”
So the man of my dreams has stocked a closet full of clothes for his ‘girl on the side’ to look good while waitressing at some fundraising deal? I can’t begin to make sense of what’s happening here and to be honest every part of me wants to run. This feels like a fairytale with a twisted ending and I can’t understand just what I’m supposed to do. I slide my hand along the rack of dresses one more time. Lace, satin, tulle, cotton, flare cut, tightly fitted, evening gown, pinup style…this closet encompasses every girl’s wildest dreams. I let my hand come to rest on a beautiful white dress with a soft satin bodice. Hell, if I’m going to pick a dress, I might as well pick the hottest one of them all, even if all I’m going to be doing is serving stuck up politician’s cheese on a stick. I slip the dress off its hanger and the price tag dangles ceremoniously from the sleeve; I can’t help but take a look. $1,800. I have never worn an entire outfit that costs $1,800 with jewelry included, let alone a single dress! Still, if I’m going to be treated like the “other woman” I may as well take advantage of it.
I pull out my cell phone to check the time and figure I have plenty of time to play with my hair and makeup before slipping on my princess dress. Before I head for the bathroom though I decide to try the dress on just once, I can’t resist; I need to know what this bundle of satin and lace looks like on me. I slip down my skirt and slip my t-shirt up over my head and for a brief second I stand in front of the closet mirror in just my bra and panties. I look at the curve of my hips and I can’t help but wonder what his wife looks like…looked like. Did she have curves where women are supposed to have curves? Or perhaps she was one of those tomboy types, flat chest, flat ass, small hips…no, that wasn’t possible if I’d been confused for her. I unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor. She had to at least have a decent pair of tits and wider hips. I look at myself in my reflection and imagine what I would say to her if I found out that she was in fact still very much alive and she found me here, trying on clothes to impress her husband.
“I like what I see here” Gideon’s voice comes from the doorway of the closet and makes me jump a good few feet in to the air. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I just came to see if you’d settled on a dress?” I look back at my reflection quickly, expecting her to give me away, to tell Gideon that she was his wife and we had been talking about him.
“This one” I hold up the white dress with the satin bodice and smooth and sexy knee length skirt and Gideon nods his approval.
“Perfect” He stands in the door watching me for a minute, “Well, aren’t you going to let me see you in it?”
I carefully unzip the back of the dress and step in to it sliding it slowly up my thighs. The bodice is snug and pushes my breasts up nicely without the need for a pushup bra or any of the fad lingerie pieces piled up on the shelf. Gideon eyes me in the mirror as I adjust my breasts to sit correctly before being zipped in.
“Can you zip me up?” He walks over to me and standing behind me he looks at the dress in the mirror, his hands sliding over the smooth bodice, his tongue running over his soft smooth lips.
“There’s a problem.” I expect him to tell me that the dress is ripped but then I see the smile back on his face. “I don’t want to zip it up…” he brushes his stubble against my ear as he whispers these words and I can feel the familiar tingle at the apex of my thighs. He slides his hands inside the dress, slipping them under my breasts and rubbing his thumbs against my nipples. “I want to take it off…” I close my eyes and lean back in to him as his fingers pinch my nipples gently and his mouth plants small kisses on my neck.
“Mmm…but I need to see what it looks like zipped up…” He pinches my nipples just a little harder as if to convince me that I wanted the dress off more than I wanted it on. He was right, of course.
“Believe me Melissa, it looks great.” His words become muffled as he presses his mouth against my neck once more. My breath starts to come quickly and I reach my hand behind his head pressing his mouth in to the warmth of my neck. He slips his hands out of the dress, letting them slide up to my shoulders and slipping the dress down my arms carefully. I watch in the mirror as the dress slides off me and down to the floor in slow motion. I watch as he places his hands on my sides, slowly sliding them down, letting his fingers slide in to my panties. His big hands touch every inch of my waist and dip down to feel the softness of my pussy. I feel my breath start to shudder and I hear his do the same as he slides a single finger between my pussy lips. “Mmm, my girl is ready hmm?” he slides his finger up and down over my opening, spreading my wetness and breathing heavily in my ear.
“I’m always ready for you.” I mutter as I bite down hard on my bottom lip and fight the urge to beg him to fuck me.
“That’s good to know” he says as he presses up against me, his throbbing cock sliding between my ass cheeks protected only by the thin material of my panties. I feel his girth as he slips his hands up to my hipbones, pulling me against him and sliding just slightly to feel the friction against his cock.
“You feel pretty ready yourself, Ricky” I say with a smile. With this he takes my hand in his and slides it over the front of my panties, guiding my fingers over myself and watching me intently as I do so. I feel my breath getting faster and I watch his eyes in the mirror as he is glued to my every move, willing me to slide those panties aside and tease my pussy for him. Then he pulls his hand away and steps around in front of me, dropping to his knees. He looks up at me, his eyes burning with passion and in one smooth motion he tugs my panties down to the floor.
“You won’t need these tonight” My breath catches i
n my throat as I imagine walking around the fundraiser without any panties on at all. I feel the anticipation building in the pit of my stomach and he leans forward and slides his tongue over my pussy lips in one fluid motion. “Mmm mmm, how I’ve missed that sweet nectar.” My body shudders with pleasure and I know I won’t last long if he continues this way. He pulls away from me and looks up with a mischievous smile, “now, have you had a chance to read my job offer yet?” I shake my head and place my hands behind his head pulling him forward to my throbbing pussy, wanting him to slide his tongue over me once more.. “Hmm, that’s too bad because I can’t continue if you’re not going to accept the job.”
I feel my pussy start to throb harder, I ache for him and he’s going to deny me the thing I want most based on the fact that I didn’t read a job application?
“I’ll take the job,” I don’t think as I say this, it just comes out of my mouth and as it does I grab the back of his head, twisting my fingers in his hair and pull his mouth on to my pussy again.
“Oh, good…” His voice is muffled as he kisses my shaved pussy lips and then rubs his tongue over the length of them. I would sign my soul to the devil if it guaranteed me an orgasm from this man, married or unmarried, I don’t care. I feel his tongue flickering against my opening, tasting my arousal and he lets out another moan as her pulls away licking every trace of me from his lips.
Gideon slides his hands up my thighs slowly until he gets to the very top where he parts my pussy lips and holds them open with his thumbs.
“Now…” As he says this he slides his tongue once, very slowly over my clitoris, “are you sure you know just what you’re getting in to?” I don’t actually, I have no clue and to be honest I was so caught up in thinking about Mrs. Lambert that I hadn’t even bothered to start reading the contract. I know if I say no that he’s going to stop, but what if I say yes and he finds out that I’m lying. I go for yes; the chances are that he’s not going to give me a job application quiz in between lapping at my bald pussy. I nod my head and lick my lips slowly before biting them between my lips in an effort to keep quiet. He slides his tongue over my clitoris again, one smooth motion but this time he follows it with a suck, slipping that magic button between his lips and gently sucking while bringing his eyes up to mine. He suckles my pussy until I can’t take anymore, his warm wet mouth pushing my sensitivity to the edge.
“Ahhh…” My body pulls back and my hands go to his head “gently!” He pulls his mouth from me and flashes me a smile, one eyebrow raised.
“Then would you care to tell me honestly if you actually know what you’re getting in to by accepting this job?” Fuck! Busted even before I get the chance to reap the rewards of this little encounter!
“Can we talk about this later?” I beg as I put my hands behind his head and pull him towards me again, begging him to lick and suck me once more. He shakes his head.
“Oh no, Melissa. You don’t get any more of this…” he laps at my pussy a few times with his warm wet tongue and I feel the tension starting to build. He watches my face and just as my brow wrinkles he pulls away, “until you read your job description.” I let out the most pathetic noise I think I have ever made as he gets up to his feet and informs me that we will be leaving in one hour before walking out. I slide down to the floor, watching myself in the mirror. My body aches and I want nothing more than to cum so I spread my legs in front of the mirror, I slide my own fingers over my clitoris. Slowly I rub in small circles, closing my eyes imagining it’s his tongue lapping at me, working me to an apex. It doesn’t take long for my body to release, I feel myself starting to fall over the edge and I work it for everything I have, listening to the drip of my pussy each time I slide my fingers over it. My body relaxes and I see myself twitching in the mirror as my body comes down from its high. I check the doorway quickly to make sure that Gideon hasn’t been spying on me again but there’s no sight of him.
Chapter Twelve
I stand in front of the bathroom mirror in my new dress with my hair and makeup done. I feel like an honest to goodness princess, hell, if I was going to dress the part I may as well be the whole package, even If I am going to spend all night holding drinks trays! The only exception to the role of princess is the fact that I am not wearing panties, an executive decision made by Gideon based on the fact that he liked control and I liked the idea of walking around being able to tease him all night by reminding him that I had no panties on.
“You look perfect.” Gideon is watching me from the doorway as I smooth a few errant strands back in to my ponytail. I flash him a smile in the mirror and as I’m starting to tuck my makeup back in to my purse, Gideon hands me a new clutch purse that he’s fished out of the freshly stocked closet. “Ready?” There is little time to wonder what the hell I’m going to look like holding a clutch purse in one hand and a tray of drinks in the other so I cram my makeup in to it, tuck the black clutch under my arm and smile.
I feel like royalty as we walk in to the lobby of the building and meet another couple on their way in; they both stare at us with smiles. I’ve never felt so much like a celebrity…at least not until we got outside and the biggest limousine I’ve ever seen was sitting waiting for us. I look at Gideon open mouthed and he nods at me with a smile. The driver appears from around the back of the car and holds open the door for us and I step inside. The seats look as though they’re covered in brand new beige leather and there is a small cubby to the right as I step in to the limo that holds a bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes.
After riding for a few minutes in silence, Gideon reaches over and pops open the champagne, pouring two glasses and offering me one. I take it and sip slowly; the last thing I need is to get drunk before getting to where we’re going. As a matter of fact, where are we going? I open my mouth to ask Gideon but as I do he raises his glass and with a smile he toasts to “new opportunities.” He takes a drink from his glass and I from mine.
“I know you’re really going to enjoy working for me Melissa.” He settles his hand on my knee and with a wink he slides it slowly up my thigh. “You are the perfect person for the job.” As these words leave his lips I feel the car pull on to a gravel road and looking out of the window I see that we are coming up the driveway of a large building, not too unlike the Lambert Estate.
“Wow that was fast.” I crack a smile at Gideon who is now fishing around in the inside pocket of his jacket. “You hired a limo to bring us a few minutes from your place?” Gideon frowns disapprovingly.
“I may not love the lavish lifestyle but do you think showing up to a fundraising event in a yellow cab is the kind of image I’m ready to give off to my clients?” I shrug.
“I guess not.”
“Right, now put this on.” As the car pulls to a stop he slides a golden ring on to my left ring finger. “Play along…” The door opens and a man, obviously one who recognizes Gideon, nods his head and greets us as Mr. and Mrs. Lambert. I frown and as I do I feel Gideon pinch my side lightly through my dress. I smile quickly and nod back.
A lavish red carpet leads up the front steps of the building and as we walk along it I can’t help but feel like a movie star sans paparazzi. Gideon looks over at me with a smile and as we’re walking up that red carpet as Mr. and Mrs. Lambert it dawns on me that this time I am not going to be serving drinks to anyone. This time I am going to be playing wife to a billionaire and to be honest I’m not quite sure how, since I’ve never even lived life as a thousandaire let alone a billionaire.
Chapter Thirteen
As we stand in the ballroom with every inch of free wall space covered with political propaganda, I play the part of Mrs. Lambert. Gideon takes me from one generic face to another introducing me as his wife and every single time it catches me off guard. How have I become the wife that I’ve been wondering about all day? The brief moments that I get to puzzle over this between introductions leave me more and more puzzled. Am I the cover story for his missing wife? Am I a lookalike hired to shift s
uspicion from him, the wealthy billionaire murderer?
“Oh, you must be Mrs. Lambert! I’m so sorry we missed you at last year’s event; Gideon said you were under the weather. Isn’t it so inconvenient when things like that happen?” I look up and find a middle aged woman with a large gold broach pinned to a purple scarf around her neck. She seems to have absolutely no concept of personal space as she inches closer to me. “Still, I’m glad to see that you made it this year. Of course, we are absolutely thrilled to see you and so thankful for your husband’s generosity. Without Gideon I don’t know how the campaign would have stayed afloat.” I stare at her glassy eyed, wondering if she is ever actually going to give me the opportunity to speak.
“I’m so glad we could help.” I smile politely and try to make a break for it after eyeing Gideon nearby talking to an elderly couple. As I turn to leave however she puts her hand on my waist.
“Oh what a gorgeous dress, it is simply darling! Of course it wouldn’t look as great on me,” she lowers her voice just a little “effects of gravity on a middle aged woman and all that” she laughs and snorts at the same time and I flash her a smile. More of a confused smile than a comic smile but she accepts it for the latter and continues to bombard me with the woes of being a middle aged woman. As she tells me about her inability to lose weight, her drooping breasts and her constant hot flashes I try desperately to get Gideon’s attention. Each time he turns in my direction however, I feel that hand upon me again and after the third time I have to remind myself of why it would be a bad idea to slap her hand away. I’m trapped and short of excusing myself to the bathroom I can’t get away from this overbearing stranger who is convinced that she has met me before.
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