Cassidy. The entire family has been good to me in that way. There's something else I'd like to have.'
There was a long silence while Frank seemed to mull these words over in his mind, Sylvie downed the whole of her brandy, thankful for the burning warmth it created in her mouth and throat and then in her jittery stomach. She dared not speak. Her tongue felt thick and fuzzy in her mouth, and she longed for more brandy. Frank leaned forward as if anticipating her thoughts, and she wondered if she had been looking longingly at the bottle. He filled her glass again, this time to the very brim, and her hand trembled so as she lifted it to her parched lips that several drops fell across the front of her pink dress.
As she brushed her fingers across the wet spots, she could see the voluptuously large mounds of her breasts, and the all too well-defined protrusions of her nipples. She shivered as the brandy coursed down her throat this time, and then knew that all hope was lost when Frank began to clear his throat. She had hoped that the silence might go on forever, that he might never speak again the words which would tell her what she already knew. Yet, that was impossible of course… and he had already spoken before the words became clear in her head.
'I'm an old man, Mrs. Cassidy. When I left your employ because of my health, it occurred to me that I might never ever again know the kind of delights that you had bestowed upon me that one night! You were… uh… magnificent, if I may say so!' Frank's face was radiant as Sylvie looked at him, her own face ashen and her features strained by the events of the past few hours. 'Since I know that you are prone to enjoy such things… and, I might add, you seemed to find me quite acceptable that night… I thought perhaps…'
'Never!' Sylvie cried out. But she was thinking of her husband Tim hard at work back at his office. She was thinking of his push for the nomination… of his bid for the presidency. The situation was more delicate and dangerous than she had thought, and it was all her fault!
Frank seemed disappointed, but undaunted by her reply, and she was alarmed when he went on talking as though she hadn't spoken. His mind has gone! she thought. He's crazy!
'I was drugged that night, Frank!' she cried. 'You've got to understand that that had nothing to do with me… not the real me!' Sylvie realized that she was only partially telling the truth. It was true that she was drugged the night she had yelled down for Prank to come and help her; but as for the night with her husband's youngest brother-that spoiled brat Erick-she had not been drugged at all, not even drunk. But how could she explain that she had really been temporarily deranged. It didn't sound right, no matter what! If she complained to be temporarily unbalanced, that was as derogatory a thing for a senator's wife to be as being under the influence of a potent aphrodisiac. Erick had driven her to it with his lies and his taunting, and her own physical frustration had been brought on by her husband's lack of attentions. They were so happy together now, though, that she had trouble remembering how dreadful it had been when he had been so uninterested in her wifely charms!
'Perhaps you were drugged, Mrs. Cassidy,' Frank was replying, 'but I don't know if the columnist will understand that.'
Sylvie sucked in her breath, her face flushed.
Frank reached forward to flick a switch that started the by-nowcompleted tape into rewind. Then he started it up again. Sylvie reached forward and grabbed the brandy bottle, pouring herself a stiff glassful. She took half the glass in one quick swallow, coughing slightly from the burning sensation in her throat.
This time, Frank felt his cock jerk slightly as he heard Sylvie's recorded moaning in the throes of abandoned intercourse. He watched the horrified and helpless expression crossing over the young blonde woman's face with a new kind of inward sadistic satisfaction.
Since Sylvie was still sitting motionless in the chair, he added: 'You do understand, Mrs. Cassidy, don't you? You can certainly make my declining years much more pleasant with just the slightest bit of… uh… cooperation!'
Sylvie stood up quickly and tried to force her way past her husband's former valet. She felt hysteria mounting rapidly inside her as she yelled at him.
'You don't understand! I've got to get home! You can't possibly expect me to-why, my husband…!!!'
Frank easily barred her way, taking hold of both of Sylvie's wrists with a surprisingly strong grasp. As soon as he touched her, Sylvie knew that he meant to carry out his threat. His voice was pleasant and his expression mild, but he meant to force her into some kind of lewd agreement with him! She fought him briefly, and then realized that she was helplessly compromising her dignity. With great difficulty, she struggled to gain control of herself again. Certainly she could reason with the man. He was standing so close to her, his tall, elegantly thin body slightly curved with age, that she could smell his cologne.
Yardley's… she recognized it as the scent her father always wore back in the little town in which she'd been raised.
'I'm sure Mr. Tim would want you to do anything you could to help me out… and then of course you would have the tapes… both copies to do with as you like. I'm sure my book will be interesting enough without that whole chapter, although it does lose some of its sale value, I'm sure!'
'If it's money… Sylvie spit out desperately. But the deceptively mild-mannered gentleman's gentleman waved his hand in a gesture of annoyance.
'As you mentioned before, I already have more money than I know what to do with.'
Sylvie realized from the slightly sarcastic tone of his voice that she had insulted him deeply, and she knew instinctively that somehow she would pay dearly for that insult. Already the mention of her husband's name was enough to send her into a complete state of shock. Whatever happened, she must get the tapes and avoid letting him know anything about this threat to his campaign! He had already shown enough understanding where she was concerned, and she didn't want to do anything now to lose his love. Nothing must change that wonderful relationship they had now. Everything just had to remain the same!
Suddenly she collapsed, falling back onto the edge of the bed. She sat with her hands covering her face and began to sob into theta like a little girl. 'Oh God! I don't know! I just don't know what to do!'
Frank looked down at the tanned stockinged thighs that were almost completely exposed as she sobbed into her hands. Her short pink dress had snaked up higher than she knew and he could feel small beads of sweat breaking out on his upper lip as he studied the delicate fullness of her upper thighs.
'It's not too difficult for you, I'm sure,' Frank said. Although he was a native American, his English training had brought a definite accent to his words, and Sylvie thought of how ludicrous it was for her to be sitting there like that, crying uncontrollably, while this man, so well known to her and yet a total stranger, stood hovering menacingly over her.
But when she raised her head, ready to tell him that she would return another time to discuss the matter further, she saw something totally unexpected. There before her very eyes was the bloated hardness of Frank's fully exposed penis. He stood holding it now, just inches away from her face, and she jumped backward, trying to scramble away from him.
'Oh God no!' she cried.
But he had already grabbed her by the shoulders and was waving his nakedly throbbing cock in front of her face.
'Suck it…' he said, so softly that she thought he might not have spoken after all. But he said the horrible words again and Sylvie knew that she had not been mistaken. 'Suck it!' he commanded, louder this time, pulling her unwilling head and shoulders toward his beet-red, heavy-veined cock.
'I bet you like to suck cock!' he added reflectively. He had thought about this many times. As a young man he had only succeeded in having this rare treat once, and he had often thought that any man worth his salt should have more than one such delight in a lifetime. This would make twice, at least, he mused, fondling the warmth of his rapidly hardening cock.
'This is grotesque, Frank… You can't do this… Frank… You need help, Frank… you mustn't do this to me!' Sylvie babbled a steady stream of words, hardly realizing what she was saying. But none of her words seemed to help, and she visualized her senator-husband, handsome and serious, perhaps speaking right now on the Senate floor, unaware of what was happening to her. She must protect him at any cost!
Helplessly, she shuddered underneath the former valet's hard fingers.
She felt his hand at the back of her head, pushing her face gently but filmy down. His other hand was still wrapped around his own rigid cock that stood out in the air in front of her like an ugly fleshy monster.
She could see him rubbing the wetly lubricated head with his thumb and forefinger, and then, horribly irreversibly, he was rubbing it softly against her tightly clenched lips. He continued to do so until it was evident that she was not going to open her mouth. And then he reached forward and pinched her nostrils tightly together.
