Romance: Seducing The Quarterback (17 page)

“I don’t know about this.” Cassie turned around to look at
the back of her dress in the mirror. “There’s just something weird about it.”
Callie wrapped the curling iron around her sister’s long dark hair.

“It sounds like fun to me. You should be more adventurous,
just think of all the possibilities! You might meet the president!” Cassie
snorted.

“I don’t think he’d have me meet the president on my first
day…besides, if the president was going to be there then he’d definitely show
up don’t you think?” Callie shrugged. “Urgh sis, I think I’m making a huge
mistake. I’m so nervous.” Callie unraveled her sister’s hair from the curling
iron and pursed her lips.

“I could always go for you?” It wasn’t often that the
sisters took advantage of being identical but Cassie had to admit that as
nervous as she was the idea was more than tempting.

“I don’t know, what if he finds out?” Callie laughed.

“Really? Mom couldn’t even tell us apart half the time and
you think a guy who’s known you for all of ten minutes will be able to?” Cassie
appeared to be considering it. “Besides, you said he didn’t really tell you
anything other than to keep the bigwigs busy so…how hard can that be?” Callie
was excited at the idea of playing hostess at a party, she had always been the
more outgoing of the two of them.

“Promise not to screw it up for me? You know how much I need
this job…” Callie beamed back at her sister.

“I promise! But only if you let me do all of your afterhours
schmoozing dahling!” Callie pretended to sip from a champagne glass as she
strutted around the bathroom with the curling iron in hand.

“Let’s get this one over and done with first, ok?” Reaching
behind her Cassie tried to unzip her dress, Callie set the curling iron down
and helped her sister to undress.

“This is one of my favorite dresses, we’re definitely going
to make an impression tonight!” Callie slipped her sisters dress down over her
shoulders and it cascaded to the floor in a shimmy of satin and lace. Cassie
could still feel the butterflies in her stomach only this time it wasn’t
butterflies at the idea of going to Mr. Kine’s event, it was butterflies at the
idea of being caught not going. “Hey, relax.” Her sister’s fingers rubbed her
shoulders as she pressed her face against Cassie’s. They stared at each other
in the mirror. “I promise I won’t fuck it up.”

“What if he shows up, you know, to check on me…” Callie
kissed her sister’s cheek quickly as she bent down to tug the dress from under
Cassie’s feet.

“Then tell me what he looks like while I get dressed.”

Callie blew her sister a kiss and turned around to face the
large estate that stood before her. The very thought of being part of something
that was taking place behind the doors of such a grand home made her heart
race. She had always been the extrovert between her and her sister and tonight
she planned to ensure that her sister kept her job by playing the part of
dutiful hostess.

As she made it to the top of the stone steps a man in a
tuxedo offered to take her purse and shawl. Callie contemplated this for a
moment before rationalizing that if the man could afford a tuxedo he probably
wasn’t looking to run away with her purse and shawl.

“Thank you.” She handed them to him and he handed her what
looked like a raffle ticket torn in half. With nowhere else to put the small
stub she moved closer to the man who had handed it to her and used his cover to
slip it in to her bra.

“Gotta keep it somewhere!” She winked at the astounded
doorman, turned around with a smile and surveyed the large hall that stood in
front of her. The ceiling of the room was domed and the floor was planked,
making for an acoustic nightmare with so many squawking women hanging off the
arms of their well-groomed dates.  Callie didn’t even know where to begin as
she stepped through the doorway and looked around for a familiar face. She
didn’t know who she expected to see, but when she didn’t see them she decided
instead to chase down one of the waiters for a glass of champagne.

“Cassie!” Callie snatched a glass off the waiter’s tray,
“Cassie!” Turning around she found a young dark haired girl looking at her
expectantly with a leather organizer under her arm. “Hannah? I met you today,
Mr. Kine’s personal assistant?” Callie blinked, stunned. Her sister hadn’t told
her about any of the supporting cast in this play.

“Oh!” She exaggerated the exclamation, “I’m so sorry! I’m
terrible with faces!” Hannah looked a little relieved and reached past Callie
to take a glass of champagne for herself.

“No problem!” She took a sip of champagne, “I’m surprised so
many people showed up!”  Callie gulped at her champagne.

“So, I know I’m here to schmooze people, but do you know
exactly who I’m supposed to be schmoozing?” Callie drained her glass and
reached over to put it back on the waiter’s tray. He looked at her with
surprise and she flashed him a smile before turning back to Hannah.

“Okay, pay attention. That,” she pointed across the room to
an older man picking apart a shrimp on a napkin, “is Mr. Donovan. He’s one of our
biggest clients.” Callie wanted to ask what he was a client of exactly, but she
refrained. “And the lady in the red dress there,” she pointed to a
thirty-something with long blonde hair and a pair of scarlet heels that would
break anyone’s neck if they actually had to walk in them, “that’s Ms. Allen.
She has more money that she knows what to do with. She’s definitely worth
‘schmoozing’ as you put it. Then there’s Mr. Oliver, Ford and Harris, the three
men over by the door? They play a considerable part in social events.” Callie
had stopped listening after the introduction of Ms. Allen. She was bored.

“Got it.” Hannah wasn’t finished but Callie let her know
that she was as she patted the top of her arm and nodded her head toward Mr.
Oliver, Ford and Harris. “I am on it!” Hannah opened her mouth but before she
could speak Callie had already started off towards them.

Mr. Oliver, she assumed, was the one that one of the other
men was calling Ollie when she walked over.

“Ahhh what have we here? New blood?” Mr. Oliver laughed and
the other two men joined in.

“You could say that,” Callie extended her hand. “I’m Cassie,
I work for Mr. Kine? I was told that I simply must meet you all.” Mr. Oliver
took her hand in his and turning it over he kissed the back of it. The process
was repeated twice more by Mr. Ford and Mr. Harris. Callie resisted the urge to
wipe the back of her hand against her dress.

“Well gentlemen, seems old Kiney’s done it again.” Callie
forced a smile as she realized that she’d purposefully walked in to bigot’s
corner. “Speaking of which, has anyone actually seen him yet tonight?” Ford and
Harris shook their heads with mutterings of the negative. “Hmm, where is your
boss tonight, young lady?” Callie hated being referred to as a ‘young lady,’
particularly by such an irritating group of older men.

“He’s around here somewhere, he was talking with Ms. Allen
the last time I saw him.” The three men chorused their approval.

“Ahh, good old Kiney, always trying to work the room for
more investments!” Oliver laughed at his own observation and the other two men
joined in.

“Well, it’s been lovely meeting you gentlemen, but I should
go and see if I can chase Mr. Kine down.” Mr. Oliver laughed.

“Yes, yes, you do that. I hope I’ll see you again later,
hmm?” Callie smiled as politely as she could, nodded at each of the men and
took a few steps toward the entrance of the room. “I wouldn’t mind that chasing
me down!” Mr. Oliver made sure to say it loud enough that Callie could hear and
it took everything in her not to walk back over to him and slap him across the
face.

“Pervert.” She muttered to herself as she headed back in to
the hallway. The doorman noticed her immediately and gave her a nervous smile,
she smiled back and gave him a wink.

If all of the ‘guests’ at Mr. Kine’s event were going to be
as unpleasant as Mr. Oliver and his friends, Callie decided that she would bow
out of any future engagements. Cassie was always the more levelheaded of the
two and perhaps, Callie thought, wouldn’t be as inclined to slap people across
the face.

Callie walked down the hallway and came to a red velvet rope
that cordoned off the rest of the house. Behind the rope and to the left stood
a large staircase. Callie wanted to see what she could find at the top of it.
She had always been a firm believer that if you acted like you belonged
somewhere, no one would question your actually being there, so very
nonchalantly she unhooked the rope, walked through, hooked it back in place and
walked towards the staircase. Either no one had noticed or no one cared to say
anything, but that didn’t stop the adrenaline that Callie could feel racing
through her body. She took the stairs one by one, being sure not to look behind
her. Someone who knew where they were going would definitely not look behind
them.

At the top of the stairs a long red runner covered dark
hardwood floors and a portrait of an older man hung centered on the long wall.
There was a hallway to both the left and the right of the landing. Callie opted
to go left in an effort not to walk across the strip of landing that went in
front of the foyer and draw more attention to herself. There were five doors on
the left wing in all and Callie decided to begin with the furthest from her and
work her way back to where she started. She wasn’t sure who, if anyone lived in
the estate but whatever she found would have to be more interesting than
entertaining more guests like Mr. Oliver.

Callie got to the end of the hallway and slowly turned the
door handle. The door swung open freely and Callie’s eyes widened in surprise.
Quickly she stepped in to the room and pushed the door until it was open just a
crack. Never in a million years had she expected to find a room like this in an
estate like this.

“Have you found what you were looking for?” The deep voice
behind Callie startled her. How the hell had someone snuck up on her in just
seconds? She turned around slowly, but there was no one there. She frowned,
looking around the room. “Look up.” She lifted her eyes and once again surveyed
the room. A small camera sat above the door. Callie stared at it. “Go ahead,
take a look around, see if there’s anything you like the look of.” She heard a
click and contemplated running back downstairs. The problem was, however, that
the contents of the room were captivating.

Callie took a few steps forward until her hand came to rest
on an elevated leather bench. The black leather was perfectly polished. She ran
her hand over it slowly and took a deep breath in. As she continued to rub the
cool leather her eyes lit upon the various tools that were slotted in to a rack
that hung on the wall. A few looked like riding crops, others resembled paddles
and underneath the rack stood a wide black dresser. Callie wondered what was in
the drawers, she was tempted to look – after all the voice had told her to take
a look around, but somehow she felt as though he hadn’t meant it.

“Who are you?” The voice from the camera was back, only this
time it was much clearer and directly behind her. Callie moved to turn around
but she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. “Uh uh, first you tell me who
you are…” Callie could feel her heart racing.

“Cassie, Cassie Wentworth.” She tried to sound confident but
she could hear the tremor in her voice.

“Hmm,” She felt his lips brush against her ear and his hot
breath on her face. “I don’t believe you.” Callie could feel her fear turning
to excitement as he breathed heavily against her ear. “You aren’t Cassie, so
who are you?” His hands slid off her shoulders and down to her hips, in one
jerking motion he pulled her back against him. She could feel him pressing
against her.

“I am Cassie!” She couldn’t afford to lose her sister’s job
for her but at this point she wasn’t entirely sure whether she was doing her a
favor or making things worse.

“Do you know what we do to liars around here?” She could
feel his cock growing harder as he pressed against her firm buttocks.

“No…” She gasped.

Callie felt the softness of silk as a piece of fabric was
tied over her eyes. It felt like a tie. Her breath was coming hard and fast as
she contemplated exactly what they did do to liars in this house. The man was
no longer pressed against her and she could hear him rummaging around in one of
the drawers.

“I’m afraid we teach liars a lesson…” Callie could feel
herself getting wet with every word he spoke. “We make liars talk…” He was back
behind her and this time she could feel his hands tugging at her dress. The
tight fabric around her breasts released as he slid the zipper down to the
small of her back. The dress slid off her and she could hear the soft swoosh as
it landed at her feet.

“Ahhh…” She gasped as he unhooked her bra and her plump
breasts fell forward. A gentle thud as her bra too landed on the floor. “Mmm
please…” His fingertips danced around the top of her panties. She licked her
lips in anticipation. Slowly he peeled down her panties and Callie listened as
they dropped to the floor.

“Please what?” His lips brushed against her ear again,
driving her wild.

“Please…give it to me…” He knew what she wanted, her whole
body trembled for him.

“Mmmmm, I’ll give it to you.” He took her hand and led her
around to the end of the leather bench where he gently guided her down until
she was laying on her stomach. A slight hump in the bench caused her ass to
lift in to the air. Callie squirmed as the cool leather pressed against her
shaved pussy. She tried to part her thighs, to give him access to her but as
she tried he pushed them back together. For a moment Callie lay, listening to a
sound that she didn’t recognize until she felt the rough texture of rope being
looped around her ankles. Her heart began thumping loudly as she considered
that perhaps she had made a terrible mistake.

The rope around her ankles was pulled tightly and she could
hear as he threaded it underneath the bench. Then she felt the rope being
wrapped around her wrists as well. He was binding her to the bench. He pulled
the knots tightly and when he seemed satisfied with the net of rope that he had
formed under the bench she heard him walk back around to her side.

“Now…are you going to tell me who you are? And before you
tell me that you are Cassie Wentworth, I can tell you that you are not. While
curious, Cassie wouldn’t dare come skulking around my home…she couldn’t even
ask me what tonight’s event was all about.” Callie remained silent. His hand
circled over her bare ass cheek before he slid a single finger down toward her
opening. Callie tried to squirm, to beg him to slide his finger inside her, but
he did not. When his finger touched her wetness he drew it back and pulled back
his hand. A loud slap echoed in the room and Callie shouted out.

“Ow!” The man chuckled.

“Mmmm, liars must be punished and this…” he drew his hand
back and spanked her ass again, this time leaving a bright red imprint of his
hand, “is how we punish liars.”

Callie had never been spanked before, in fact the closest
she’d gotten to anything kinky was sex on the football field with a pair of
handcuffs on. This was different though, this was teasing to the point where
she was sure she would come just from the feeling of his hand spanking her bare
ass. With each slap of his hand Cassie could feel her pussy lips rubbing
together, her soaking wetness keeping her lubricated.

“Now…” he leaned down, his breath against her ear and as he
spoke he reached back and slipped just the tip of his finger inside her
dripping pussy, “tell me who you are.” The touch of his finger inside her, just
the tip, teasing her wetness was more than she could bear.

“Callie, I’m Callie!” He slid the length of his finger
inside of her pussy before pulling it out and kissing her cheek.

“Good girl. Now tell me, Callie, why are you here?” He
circled her ass again with his palm.

“My sister was afraid to come; she was nervous she’d screw
something up!” Callie could hear his breathing as he crouched next to her.

“Mmmm…so I now have twins in my employment do I?” The idea
intrigued him, that much was obvious from the sound of his voice.

“Uh huh…” Callie hungered for him to touch her again, to
give her the release that she needed.

“Do you want me to make you cum Callie?” His voice was kind
and the mention of making her cum made Callie’s pussy tight.

“Yes, please, yes!” She tried to squirm but the ropes were
tied too tightly. The voice laughed.

“Then I’m going to need you to do something for me.” Callie
didn’t care what he asked for, a blow job, her spanking his ass, her ass
getting pounded…she would do it all for the beautiful release that she craved.

“Anything!”

“Good,” She could hear the smile in his voice. “I want you
to call your sister.”