"Now you take care of yourself and our little one, darlin" JR tenderly kissed Sue-Ellen and patted her bump. "I'll keep in touch and I'll see you mid-morning tomorrow." "Have a safe trip" Sue-Ellen replied sadly. As JR drove to the airport where he and Julie would board the Ewing helicopter he thought about the execution of this part of his plan. It had involved not only Julie but an associate of Harry McSween whom JR had been assured was the consummate professional when it came to the "service" that he offered.
Hiring Harry's contact had been relatively easy. Persuading Julie to do her bit had been harder. "You won't have to go through with it, sugar, trust me. The people who will be helping us have it all figured out. It all just has to look a certain way and it will be over before you know it" he assured her. "I don't know JR. I'm not some cheap slut you know. Why can't you use one of the working girls that you've done business with?" Julie was playing with him to ensure his gratitude to her when it was all over and done with. "I can't, Julie. Let's say that Old Man Collins is very well acquainted with many of the high class escorts in Texas. I couldn't risk him recognising one of them and working it out" he replied.
Julie was waiting for JR at the airport. She had been under strict instruction to tell nobody at Ewing Oil that she was accompanying JR on his trip to look at the refinery. Accordingly, she had called in sick that morning using her best acting skills to convince the receptionist that she felt rotten. Julie had made extra effort to look sexy. It wasn't just part of the plan for her to look that way. She intended on making JR's head turn also. JR might have remained faithful to his wife but this did not stop him admiring the female form. Wow, she looks great, he thought as he got out of his car.
Julie's attractions were somewhat obvious. Dark red hair worn long and gently curled, a pretty but not beautiful face and a knockout body. Tits to die for, JR had often thought during their many trysts. She was just James Collins' type. JR and Julie boarded the helicopter. As they buckled up she stroked JR's inner thigh. JR abruptly removed her hand and gave her a warning look. It will be different later, she thought, as she smiled cheekily at her boss.
The flight was a short and smooth one. James Collins was awaiting their arrival. JR exited first followed by Julie. As Collins shook JR's hand warmly it was obvious he couldn't take his eyes off the female companion. "Who's your friend JR?" "Julie's my secretary, James." "Hoping for a little fun later?" the man asked lasciviously. "Oh no, since I got married I'm a one man woman these days. Plus, didn't my daddy or Bobby tell you? We're expecting a baby!"
This was just the answer that the older man was hoping for. With JR out of picture he might be in for some fun tonight. As they toured the refinery Julie got on with the task in hand. She flirted subtly with Collins making sure that now and again he would get an eyeful of her cleavage or thigh through the slit in her pencil skirt. Collins was positively salivating and JR knew it. After a simple lunch taken in Collins' office the issue of the sale of the refinery came to be discussed. JR wanted it to appear that Ewing Oil was definitely interested in doing business. As they talked matters through Julie kept up her efforts to attract the older man. She crossed and uncrossed her legs and at one point she "dropped" her pencil on the office floor. As she bent down to retrieve it she gave Collins a decent look down the front of her blouse. She had a low cut, lacy red bra on which pushed up and accentuated her finest physical attributes. Collins was knocked out. "So, where was I, JR?" he commented distractedly. "The likely price and terms for payment" JR replied innocently. The plan was working perfectly. Julie sure had her uses JR thought wickedly to himself.
As the discussions came to a natural end JR made the next move. "Say, Julie and I are booked into the Rosehill Hotel for tonight. I understand that the food there is very good. Do you and Mrs. Collins want to join us" JR asked disingenuously. "Why thank you, JR, but my good lady wife told me this morning that she has to attend some function for a charity that she is involved in tonight" Collins lied. "Well then why don't you just join us then?" JR asked. "I'd be just delighted!" "See you at seven?" "You sure will. And by the way the food is very good over there." The two men shook hands and then Collins turned to Julie. He took her hand, ostensibly to shake it, but he lingered in a way that made Julie's flesh crawl.
"What a creep" she observed to JR as they took the car to the hotel. "We're nearly there honey. Your part in this will soon be over" JR re-assured her. "We have a couple of hours to kill. Want some fun?" Julie offered. "Hell no, sugar, I need to call my wife and then put my feet up for a little while" JR retorted somewhat cruelly. He was here just for business. His days of fun with the secretary were well and truly over. Julie was stung by the curt rebuffal of her advances. It may be different later when I have finished helping him she tried to re-assure herself.
"We want ground floor suites overlooking the gardens, please" JR said as they checked in. "Adjoining, sir?" the hotel receptionist enquired discreetly. He had seen this all too often before. "No, that won't be necessary, thank you." JR was intent on maintaining everything as above board as possible. When JR got into his suite he wasted no time in calling Sue-Ellen. His wife was obviously very pleased to hear from him. They chatted about his day and her day and her health which fortunately remained good. "I'm missing you JR, so much" she cooed. "Me too darlin. Tell you what, tomorrow morning when I get home you can show me just how happy you are to have me back. In that very special way that you do" he cheekily replied. Sue-Ellen giggled. After several more affectionate exchanges JR rang off. He was indeed looking forward to seeing his wife again. The thought made him feel happy.
Dinner went swimmingly well. Julie was wearing a black fitted dress that she had bought with money that JR had given her. It accentuated her figure perfectly. Collins could not take his eyes off her. Her flirting was subtle yet obvious. Would he get what he wanted this evening? When the meal was over JR yawned exaggeratedly. "I'm sorry but I'm bushed. Say Julie, why don't you keep James company for a little longer? I have to retire I'm afraid. Put everything on my tab." Collins was not going to try to persuade JR to stay up. Three was definitely a crowd as far as he was concerned. He stood up, shook JR's hand and thanked him. "I'm sure my daddy will be in touch" JR said as he bade them goodnight.
Julie was uncomfortable but she had to see this through if she were ever going to be able to seduce JR later. While she plyed Collins with more alcohol she discreetly stopped her intake and stuck to water. She needed to keep a clear head. When the old man was extremely merry she leaned across the table and whispered "You're a very attractive man. I've got a lovely suite, room 111, where we could get to know each other better, in private." Collins didn't need to be asked twice. Julie signed the cheque and went ahead of the man. He left it five agonising minutes before joining her. He was delighted to see that she had removed the dress and was now wearing just a flimsy robe. Julie's stomach was in knots. She poured the man a glass of whisky from the bar and pushed him down into a sitting position on the bed. Standing over him she removed the robe to reveal the sexy red bra and panties set that she had on underneath. "Now where were we?" she said seductively. Collins was beside himself. He put his hands around Julie's waist. Oh God, Julie thought, where are they?
As Collins made to pull Julie towards him the door to the veranda burst open. "Julie, you conniving bitch" the man who entered the room shouted loudly. "She's my fiancee. Who the hell are you?" "Have you followed me here?" Julie protested. "Damn right I have! I knew you were up to something". Collins went to get up but the man pushed him back down onto the bed. Julie fell ostentatiously on top of him. As chaos reigned, unbeknown to Collins, a photographer stood at the veranda door. The angle of the photographs that he was taking made the situation look extremely compromising. Once the photographer had worked on them further they would look worse still by morning.
TBC