hadn't seen either of them since and that was more than an hour ago.
'Where do you suppose they've gotten to?' she finally asked A.C. when they'd found a more or less quiet corner sofa and dropped down onto it.
'Oh… I'm sure they're around here someplace, my Dear,' said Faro casually, offering her his broad, handsome smile, while his eyes flickered over her in obvious lecherous appraisal, finally coming to rest on her exposed and rounded, nylon encased thighs beneath the stylish, black mini skirt.
Laurie couldn't help feeling uneasy before his gaze, but she made no effort toward altering her position. In fact, she found that she was deriving a little thrill from just the idea of being covetously ogled by the big, handsome Police Commissioner. The drinks helped, she knew, and there was that certain feeling of sympathy she'd felt since first laying eyes on him this evening. She couldn't erase the lewd and adulterous scene of his wife, Tonya, making love to Mark Coleman earlier that very afternoon. The poor, deceived man; her heart went out to him. How could a woman do such a thing and still hold her head high in the very presence of her husband and lover? Yet, Tonya Faro did, and only a few moments later.
The Commissioner was enlightening Laurie to some of the intrigues of politics when Mark Coleman saw her, smiled, and approached. Laurie had felt her face redden, wild thoughts of how she had watched him in his lustful nakedness plunging into Tonya's passionate, receptive body racing through her mind.
'And you must be Laurie, Phillip Gates' wife,' he said smiling and reaching for her hand. 'I'm Mark Coleman… and it's my pleasure to meet such a lovely girl.'
'T-Thank you,' Laurie stammered, sensing the warmth of his big hand around her own, and the slight pressure he was exerting.
Tonya had appeared out of nowhere then, smiling graciously at all in turn, not the slightest expression of conscience on her attractive face. 'Darling,' she addressed her husband: 'I'm developing the meanest headache. Would you mind very much taking me back to the hotel?'
'Of course not,' replied Faro. 'Might be a good idea if I got some sleep myself. Tomorrow's going to be a busy day.'
'You will forgive us, Mark?' Tonya said to him, brushing her hand across her brow. 'But I get the damnedest migraines… and they just come onto me like that.'
It was their nonchalance that struck Laurie most, she supposed, their brazen audacity right before the innocent, wronged husband. It really angered her and for a moment she toyed with the idea of getting in some cutting remark to let them know that at least she was onto their affair. But she'd had sense enough not to and after, she was thankful for that. She'd had to rely on her host's gracious hospitality.
Hours seemed to pass with no sign of Phillip and Dianne Coleman. Mark attached himself to her, until Laurie found herself actually grateful for his company. In awhile, she had drunk too much with Mark graciously supplying her, until the room was spinning and she wanted nothing but to sleep. Her attempts to stay on her feet, though gallant, were futile. Her knees just seemed to jell as everything swirled before her eyes and she knew she was falling… and then, someone caught her…
'There now, you'll be all right in a little while,' a male voice was saying, but Laurie didn't open her eyes to it. She felt dreadfully nauseated and the welcomed comfort of the pillow beneath her head was like some soothing balm.
Eventually, she did peek from beneath heavy lids to see that she was on a bed and that Mark Coleman was seated beside her, holding her hand. He smiled down gently and she closed her eyes once more.
'Ph-Phillip…? Where… is he?'
'They'll show up in a bit, Dear. I'm sure of it,' he said softly. 'Meantime, you go to sleep while I go down and bid my guests goodnight.'
'G-Goodnight…?' Laurie stammered, trying desperately to make sense of what was happening. 'They're… they're leaving now…? I must… must leave too… find Phillip…'
'No, no, now… you stay right here and rest awhile. I'll come back and see how you're doing…'
Sleep…? Oh, God, yes… she had to sleep… had to… She just couldn't open her eyes anymore… Sleep… sleep…
Mark Coleman stood and gazed at the delightfully curvaceous young body. His lust-filled eyes locked on the same round full thighs that had demanded A.C. Faro's lecherous attention earlier in the evening. She lay curled up on her side, the short, provocative mini skirt unable to conceal even the sheer black bikini panties drawn snugly into the delicious crevice of her soft, white, full buttocks, the narrow wisp of material disappearing between her round cream-white thighs, the swollen, delineated mound of her sex clearly visible to him. He swallowed tightly, several reddish blonde, silken strands of her pubic hair curling from the edges of the narrow strip causing his prick to jerk excitedly.
Christ, he thought, what a beautiful fuck she was going to be. And no struggle either. Dianne's little concoction of sleeping potion and aphrodisiac had worked sooner than he expected. No danger of them coming back for a few more hours… not if he knew his vicious, nympho wife… especially, once she got her long lost lover in the sack… But he had to get rid of the guests first… and it wouldn't be long before the two gems he'd hired would show up either. He checked his watch. Plenty of time left to enjoy this voluptuous bitch if he hurried… and he damned sure was going to empty his cock in her first.
CHAPTER FIVE
Phillip had no idea how it would go once he saw Dianne again. It'd been a long time, months in fact, except for an occasional view of her on the street or some similar public place, and invariably she was always accompanied. He'd made no effort to contact her, only patiently bided his time. After their last meeting when Mark was running for State Senator, he doubted that she'd be very receptive; he'd driven her to a secluded spot on the pretense of taking her home, and raped hell out of her. He'd hardly expected the overwhelming greeting she had just extended them, and certainly not to be whisked through the house and out a back way to a waiting car.
'Where're we going?' he asked as she led the way, clinging to his hand.
'Someplace where we can talk in private, Darling,' she said, slipping in behind the wheel of the Mercedes. 'Come on, hurry before they look for us.'
'But…'
'No buts, just hurry.'
Phillip shrugged, circled the car and climbed in beside her. Why not? he thought. Let her play right into his hand if she wanted to; it would make it that much easier.
'The Judge's niece is a very alluring girl,' Dianne said, once they were underway and she sped them through the night with seemingly definite purpose and direction.
Phillip looked over at her, his eyes dropping to her exposed full thighs beneath the hiked up skirt, the sheen of her nylon hose glistening in the faint illumination from the dash lights. He said nothing, but felt his penis stir at the sight and memory of those warm smooth legs when once they had been wrapped around him.
'Are you happy with her, Phillip?' she asked, her eyes on the road ahead.
'Very,' he lied.
'I don't believe you.'
'And why the hell not?'
'Because… you still love me,' she said, glancing toward him with a smile he could only partially see. Her eyes reflected the street and dash lights and he could see them plainly.
'You always were a conceited bitch,' he snapped, immediately irritated by her confidence, but satisfied to let it pass. Better she should think that way; it would help facilitate his plans. 'Where are we going?' he asked, noticing that they'd reached the outskirts of the city.
'A cozy little roadhouse for a drink.' She flicked him another pleasant side-glance. 'They have some little doll-like cabins, too… in case you're in the mood for a return rape.'
He sensed the flush in his face and was thankful for the darkness. 'What makes you think I'd be interested?' he said, fumbling in his pocket for a cigarette.
'The last time we were together… remember?' she said. 'I thought that a bed might be more comfortable on
