Claire stood at the top of the stair surveying the crowded room. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves as the party was in full swing. She watched as a woman left Alexander's study looking a little less "put together" than she should have. She patted her hair and smoothed her dress as she sauntered over to listen to the piano player. Shortly, Alexander walked out sipping a scotch, a look of satisfaction on his face. He steered toward two women locked in conversation. As he approached they both smiled coquettishly and stopped their tête-à-tête. Most women found him to be extremely attractive. Tall, slender and quite fit with shoulder length brown hair which was always neatly pulled back. There was an undeniable elegance to him. He placed his arms around their waists and gave each a kiss on the cheek. They chatted briefly and as he strolled away, spun gracefully on his heels and gave them a quick bow. The women giggled like school girls and went back to their conversation. Alexander exuded an air of confidence that was quite appealing. He certainly did not fit the image of the stuffed shirt executive.
Her role in tonight's conspiracy had not made Claire the least bit nervous. In fact there was a flicker of excitement stirring. This wouldn't be the first older man she'd screwed. Her craving for love had driven her to many a bed. With the constant parade of celebrities visiting their "humble abode" Claire's list of conquests would be the envy of most women twice her age, in fact several were in attendance tonight. Mark however was a plain and ordinary man, slightly bald with a small paunch, certainly not someone she would seek out for her own pleasure. But she had survived the myriad of times Alexander had slithered into her bed so how could this be worse.
Claire started down the stairs, grabbed a glass of champagne from a serving tray and began mingling with the guests. She made her way past a group of men, which included Alexander and Mark among others. Alexander made very sure that the conversation they were having could be heard by a rather large circle of partygoers. He needed highly regarded witnesses in case any mishap should occur.
"I am very pleased with the progress made. The Chemstar plant should be completed right on schedule." Alexander boasts. "Now as you know safety is my number one concern. If during your inspections you find any issues, I implore you to come to me immediately. In other word, Mark, do your job. Make sure everything is up to code. Remember you can come to me with anything."
"Yes Sir. I appreciate your attention to detail. If I find the slightest flaw I will bring it to your attention directly. Before putting it in my final report I will give you the opportunity to make good." The nervous Mark was almost bowing. "Thank you Sir."
"Very well, now enjoy the party. I do believe your wife is having the time of her life." Alexander gave him a solid pat on the back and sent him on his way.
Mark was left standing alone among the clusters of revelers. Looking around he became intrigued by the art hanging on the walls. He had minored in art during college and had never seen such an impressive collection outside of a museum. The painting of a young women pouring water from an urn looked vaguely familiar and he moved closer to study it. Lost in the delicate brush strokes and the exquisite detail he became transfixed, the noises of the party fell away.
She is quite lovely isn't she? The voice from behind drew him out of his trance.
Mark could feel Claire's breathe on his neck and smell her scent. He turned to see an even more breathtaking site.
Flustered, all he could do was draw a deep breathe as a shiver ran up his back. When composure was restored he replied haltingly. "Yes….yes she is. I don't think I am familiar with this piece. It does remind me of …." He searched his memory frantically trying to remember. "Yes! I know. The Source by Ingres but this is different somehow.
"You have an impressive knowledge for art" Claire paused. "This is the second of the pair known as The Source Eternal. The Source, hangs in the Musee d'Orsay, Paris. Have you ever seen it?
"Regrettably, No but I must admit my passion lies with the more modern pieces." As he spoke it became apparent how much he loved art. An enthusiasm Claire shared. "Major and de Lemicka are two of my favorites. Do you know their work?
"Why as a matter of fact I do. There are several here in the house. Would you like to see them?" Claire found she was starting to like Mark, an unexpected turn of events.
"I would love that. Is it OK to just roam around? I wouldn't want to upset Mr. Cambias."
"It'll be fine. I stay here quite frequently and know my way around. Believe me when I tell you he won't mind in the least."
"Wonderful. My wife….I have to tell my wife where I am going. She'll be concerned if she can't find me." He searched the room to locate Martha.
"And which one would that be?" Claire asked knowing full well who she was.
Pointing Mark said "Over there talking to……"
"Oh, you mean the one with Warren?" A chuckle passed Claire's lips. "My, you're vain if you think you'll be missed. Come. We won't be long." She took his hand, leading him through the crowd and up the stairs.
The room was large and as promised the walls were full of amazing artwork. The heat from the fire and the incredible art were intoxicating by themselves let alone the never ending glass of whiskey he still held in his hand.
"Here let me give you a glass of the good stuff. It far better than the crap they're serving to the masses." Claire stepped close as she poured him some of Alexander's finest.
Mark stared wide eyed around the room pleased with the array of artwork. He finally settled on two pieces by Major, Herodias and her daughter and Shower of Gold. "These are spectacular. I think he is the best American artist of this century. Would you agree?"
"I suppose so," Mused Claire "but what do you think of this one?"
Mark turned quickly to see a completely nude Claire resting on the bed as in Shower of Gold, her dress in a puddle on the floor. He gulped down the remaining liquid in his glass and felt the heat roll down his throat as Claire rose and moved closer.
"Aren't you a little warm? She asked, her lips almost touching his. I know I am. Here let me help you with that tie."
There was little attempt to resist from Mark. His body more willing than his mind but his mind was not far behind. Thoughts swirled through his brain. He had had more to drink than he should have. This woman was so very beautiful. Martha was down stairs. When was the last time he'd had sex? She smelled so wonderful; was it gardenias?
Claire had finished removing his shirt and was working on his belt using it to guide him to the bed. Mark felt as though he were watching this unfold not actually being a part of it. But there he was touching her breasts first with fingers then mouth. They were both naked now their bodies moist with sweat. His heart was pounding. He could almost hear it. Every inch of his body felt alive. He felt alive. This was nothing like the mechanical sex with Martha. Groans of pleasure came from deep within him and then…..it was over. Feeling quite pleased with himself he clung to Claire never wanting to let her go until the reality of what just happened washed over him. At that very moment the door burst open and there was Katherine snapping away frantically with her camera.
"My Daughter, you perverted pig! How dare you! I'll ruin you. She's only 16!
Mark jumped up trying to cover himself as best he could. He backed away from the bed slowly. His shoulders limp, among other things. His eyes glazed over and lost all signs of life. How was it that just moments ago he felt invincible and now… When he reached the wall he slid to the floor, a single tear running down his cheek, never taking is eyes off Claire.
Katherine laughed as she left, satisfied with the pictures and the impending results. Claire sat naked on the bed looking at Mark. She was confused by how she felt, part of her ached for the demoralized man on the floor but another part felt …good? How could this be? She'd just destroyed a man's life, a good man's life. How could that possibly feel good? Silently she slipped into her dress, picked up her shoes and walked out of the room.
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