saw him and she checked the time before going in to shower. She had plenty of time in which to get ready before Andrew Hewitt would pick her up and she smiled to herself as she realized that the evening might be just the opportunity she needed to get herself in solid with her father-in-law.
Andrew Hewitt arrived exactly at eight-thirty and Victoria answered the door because both Gerald and Nora had gone out for the evening. She was wearing a black taffeta dress which buttoned down the front with a hemline several inches above her knees and Andrew felt his prick lurch and start to swell at the sexy image she presented. Victoria was extending her well-manicured hand out toward him and it made her dress lift even higher.
“So nice to see you again, Mr. Hewitt,” she said as she held open the door. Andrew took her hand, holding it a little longer than was polite and he entered the house.
“Please call me Andrew,” he said. Unable to think of anything else to say at the moment, he was uncomfortably silent. He had not remembered her being as beautiful as she was tonight and it took all his will to stop himself from staring lustfully at her.
“Very good, Andrew. If you will excuse me for a minute, I'll get my purse and we can leave,” Victoria said immediately and she disappeared through a doorway leaving Andrew in the foyer staring after her. He understood why Brett Stover was anxious to be alone with her, as he, too, would like to have the opportunity to get into Brett, Junior's young wife's cunt. Just thinking about her was causing his prick to harden in his trousers and he tried to concentrate on something else before Victoria returned with her things.
During the drive to the Stover mansion, Andrew had difficulty in avoiding a discussion about the supposed meeting that Stover had called. Victoria kept asking him questions that he couldn't answer and he was constantly distracted from his driving by the way her dress rode up her shapely legs. He had to think of all sorts of lame excuses for not knowing exactly what Brett, Senior wanted to talk about even though he was supposed to be involved in it. By the time he turned into the drive leading to the Stover mansion, Andrew was frustrated both by the conversation and the excitement Victoria had stirred in his cock.
The butler opened the door and led them toward the posh den where Stover was waiting. Victoria and Andrew knew the butler as Henry, but his real name was Henreick. He had been with Brett Stover longer than anyone else and before that time he had been the butler for Margaret's parents. He was like a fixture around the place.
“Thank you, Henry,” Victoria said as he held the door to the den open. Brett Stover was sitting at the small bar that divided the den from a game room and he had papers spread out before him. “Good evening, Brett,” Victoria said as he stood up to greet them. She perfunctorily kissed him on the cheek as she always did when greeting him.
“How about a martini,” Brett questioned them after formally shaking hands with Andrew. He was casually dressed in the usual expensive attire he wore around the house, but he seemed particularly happy that evening. Without waiting for a reply, he walked behind the bar and started mixing the martinis for them.
Brett, Senior was a remarkable man for his age, as he didn't have an ounce of excess fat on his body. Although the bulk of his work was done behind a desk, he was in excellent shape and he kept himself strictly that way with daily workouts in his gym. He also had a swimming pool and several laps across it was an ingrained habit that followed his workouts. His hair was always worn a trifle long and was still the blondish color it had always been. Victoria thought him far better looking than his son, Brett, Junior.
Now, he took the drinks to a grouping of chairs around a fireplace in one corner of the room and he handed a glass each to his daughter-in-law and Andrew Hewitt. Without waiting for the others to drink, he took several gulps of his own before sitting down in a large easy chair across from Victoria. Andrew sat in the chair next to him, trying to keep from looking up Victoria's short dress when she slowly crossed her legs.
“Andrew said you have some important things to discuss,” Victoria opened immediately. She noticed how Brett Stover was gloating and she wanted to create the impression that she was strictly interested in business matters.
“We'll get to that later. It's been so long since I've seen you, I'd like to know how you've been. Did my son get off all right?” Brett Stover asked after Valerie didn't respond to his first inquiry. He could see she was going to be difficult.
“Yes, he did. He was a bit disturbed at having been such short notice,” she said. She was going to play Brett, Junior's faithful wife as she always did in front of his father. The conversation remained polite small talk while they finished their drinks, but when Brett, Senior got up to mix some more, Victoria took the opportunity to bring up the business at hand.
“Before I have that other drink, Brett, I'd like to go over whatever it was you called me here for!” She was smiling but her tone was firm.
“Nonsense! It isn't so important that we can't have a second drink,” Brett Stover said as he continued toward the bar. He always maintained a control over any situation, but he decided it was time to get rid of the gaping Andrew so he acted like he was conceding to Victoria's wishes. “Andrew, did you bring the papers we were going over this afternoon?” he asked.
“I feel like an idiot,” Andrew blurted out, almost too quickly. “Terribly sorry, Brett. I didn't realize that you wanted those papers this evening. I haven't had them retyped yet.” Andrew played his part well in spite of his nervousness. He could tell by the expression on Victoria's face that she believed him and he stood up from his chair. “If you'll excuse me, I'll run over to my house and see if I can scrape together the original. At least, you'll have something of the correct information,” he wanted to sound very concerned.
“Don't worry about it, Andrew, it was probably my oversight,” Brett Stover interjected with uncharacteristic chivalry. “If you want to try and piece it together, okay. But if it is difficult, don't worry about it. We can always make it another time.” Brett handed Victoria a fresh martini before patting Andrew on the back.
“It was so horribly stupid of me,” Andrew said, and he turned to go out the door. “I'll call if I can get it tonight.” He made a short bow in Victoria's direction before going out of the door. Once out of sight, Andrew Hewitt pulled out his handkerchief to dry his sweating forehead and palms. He guessed his performance had been successful and as he strolled toward the front door, he wondered what he should do. His wife, Anita, had left on a shopping trip to New York that afternoon so he decided there was little point in going home. Watching Victoria Stover had really stirred his balls and in his excited state, he wondered if the papers to which her father-in-law had referred might in fact be his will. It wasn't like Brett Stover to excuse one of his employee's mistakes so easily.
“What does Andrew Hewitt do for you, Brett?” she asked him when he returned to the room.
“Head the accounting department. Here's luck!” Brett held his drink up to Victoria to put an end to any discussion of Andrew. Victoria took a sip of her drink but she wouldn't be dissuaded from pursuing the information she wanted to get.
“What was it exactly that you wanted to discuss, Brett?” she said, smiling seductively. “What's so important about all these papers that you've been talking about tonight?” She was surprised that Brett's expression wasn't changed by her questions and he just smiled back at her.
“Let's say it will be worth your while,” Brett answered. But then he added, “that is, if you're as great as I think you are!”
Victoria couldn't keep from laughing, as her father-in-law had finally admitted what she had suspected all along. He wanted to screw her, he wanted to fuck his own son's wife. Victoria stopped laughing as abruptly as she had started and she stared at Brett Stover with cool blue eyes.
“I've been meaning to ask you where Margaret is this evening. Is she feeling all right?” Victoria said, thinking she finally had Brett Stover where she wanted him.
Brett maintained the same casual smile, and he took a sip of his drink before answering Victoria. “She asked me to relay her apologies for not being able to see you. She wasn't feeling well so she's retired early.” Brett didn't like his son's wife's coy and evasive tactics and he decided to be more forceful. “As I was saying, before, IF you're as great as I think you are!” With that, he stood up from the chair and began taking off his clothes. “You know, my son has nothing more than what I provide for him. What choice do you think he would make if it was between you and his comforts? Do I need to remind you of your life before you married him?” He grinned back at Victoria but his face for an instant looked brutal and unyielding.
Victoria was dumbfounded. Not by what her father-in-law wanted or his threats, but rather by the fact that he knew about her life as a prostitute before she married Brett. A high-class call girl, true, but a whore nonetheless. She hadn't thought anyone in the Stover family knew about that and she realized that her father-in-law must know quite a bit or he wouldn't have mentioned it. Before that remark, Victoria was getting ready to walk out and make
