Jake rummaged through his closet, his fingers brushing past various articles until they landed on the smooth, protective cover of the bag that housed his custom-tailored tuxedo. He freed the bag from its crowded confines and unzipped it, revealing the sleek, pristine garment within. He carefully removed it from the bag and carried it to the bedroom, where he laid it meticulously on the bed. The tuxedo's rich, dark material contrasted sharply against the light-colored bedspread. Heading to the bathroom, Jake shaved before stepping into the steaming shower, the hot water cascading over him, leaving him refreshed and ready for the evening.
After Jake dressed, he looked at himself in the mirror, adjusting his bow tie with practiced fingers. The tuxedo fit him perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and trim waist. He ran a hand through his neatly trimmed brown hair, making sure not a strand was out of place. His blue eyes stared back at him, reflecting a mix of anticipation and mild dread. His mother, with her penchant for perfection, had requested his early arrival for a session of professional photographs before the night’s festivities began. He gave himself one last critical look, ensuring every detail was immaculate before grabbing his keys and wallet and heading out.
The sleek black town car his mother had insisted on sending was already waiting outside his building. The driver, an older gentleman with a stoic expression, nodded respectfully as Jake approached.
"Good evening, Mr. Thompson. Mrs. Bower asked me to ensure you arrive promptly."
Jake forced a smile. "Of course she did," he muttered as he slipped into the back seat.
The drive to the Bower Estate took just under forty minutes, during which Jake stared out the window, mentally preparing himself. As they drove past the guardhouse, through the ornate iron gates, and along the lengthy, winding driveway flanked by meticulously trimmed trees, Jake felt the usual knot tightening in his stomach. The limestone mansion came into view, its windows aglow with warm light that did nothing to dispel the coldness Jake associated with the place.
The car pulled up to the circular driveway, and Jake stepped out, glancing around at the familiar surroundings. He straightened his jacket and headed for the main entrance, where the massive double doors stood open, revealing the gleaming marble foyer beyond.
"Jacob, there you are." His mother's voice, crisp and commanding, reached him before he even crossed the threshold. Victoria Bower approached with calculated grace, her dark hair swept into an elegant updo, diamonds glittering at her ears and throat. Her dark crimson designer gown whispered against the marble floor as she moved toward him.
"Hello, Mother," Jake replied, leaning in to plant a dutiful kiss on her cheek. She smelled of expensive perfume and barely concealed disapproval.
"You're three minutes late," she sighed in exasperation. "The photographer has been waiting."
Jake resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Sorry, Mother."
Victoria's lips thinned. "I specifically sent the car to make sure you arrived on time. Can’t anybody do anything right?" She gestured toward the grand staircase. "Your father is waiting in the library. The photographer wants shots of us together before the guests arrive."
“Stepfather,” Jake mumbled to himself as he followed his mother up the grand staircase and through the familiar hallways, passing beneath crystal chandeliers and alongside priceless artwork. The house hadn't changed much since his childhood – still impeccably maintained, still coldly perfect.
Franklin Bower, stood by the fireplace in the library, nursing a glass of single-malt scotch. He was a slight man with thinning gray hair and a carefully cultivated air of importance. He looked up as Jake entered, his expression neutral.
"Jacob," he greeted with a curt nod. "Good of you to join us."
"Franklin," Jake replied, matching his stepfather's cool tone. He had never quite warmed to his stepfather; there was something about Franklin that Jake couldn't quite trust, a calculating gleam behind his sophisticated demeanor.
"The photographer is ready for us in the drawing room," Victoria interrupted, her tone clipped. "Let's not keep him waiting any longer."
—oOo—
Jessica, Rachel, and Emily stepped into the elevator, its polished metal walls reflecting their formal attire. The soft hum of the descent filled the small space as they made their way from the office above to the parking garage below. Once there, they made their way across the concrete expanse, their heels clicking with each step, climbing into Jessica’s SUV and departing for the Bower Estate.
The ride was mostly silent, each woman lost in her own thoughts as the city lights gave way to more exclusive neighborhoods. Jessica's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles almost white with tension.
"Are we all clear on our assignments?" she finally asked, breaking the silence as they turned onto a tree-lined avenue.
Emily nodded, her eyes focused on the small mirror attached to her visor as she carefully applied a fresh coat of lipstick. The deep red color glided smoothly across her lips, adding a touch of boldness to her look. Rachel gave a subtle nod, her expression calm and composed, when she caught Jessica’s gaze in the rearview mirror. Jessica slowed the SUV as they approached the drive.
"Game faces, ladies," Jessica instructed, her voice confident yet calm. "We're Jake’s colleagues attending a lavish party, nothing more."
The guardhouse came into view, its limestone facade matching the main estate. Jessica rolled down her window, offering the guard a warm smile. "Good evening," she said pleasantly.
Marcus, the security guard, leaned out of the guardhouse window, his dark skin gleaming in the soft glow of the carriage lights. "Good evening. Names, please?"
"Jessica Marshall, Emily Turner, and Rachel Morgan," Jessica replied smoothly. Marcus nodded, checking their names against his list.
As he scanned down the list, Rachel lowered her window from the backseat, drawing his gaze to her fair skin and wheat-blonde hair. "I’m Rachel," she purred in a voice smooth as velvet, shifting her position just enough for one of the delicate straps of her silky emerald dress to slip off her shoulder. The luxurious fabric cascaded downward, unveiling the gentle curve of her left breast and soft pink areola. "Oops," she giggled, a playful sparkle in her eyes as she licked her fingertip and slowly twirled it around her nipple causing it to harden.
Marcus's eyes widened, and he looked genuinely flustered for a moment, his professional composure momentarily cracked by the unexpected sight. He let out a low moan and one of his hands dropped below the sill of the window. Rachel watched him, clearly pleased by the effect she'd had, her lips curving into a mischievous grin. She held his gaze with her own, slowly running her tongue seductively across her top lip.
A car horn blared behind them, jolting Marcus back to the task at hand. "Uh, yes, I um, have you right here," he stammered, tearing his gaze away from Rachel, who was sliding the strap of her dress back into place. With a quick press of a button, the ornate iron gates began to slowly and silently swing open. "Follow the drive to the main house, a valet will take your vehicle," he instructed, his voice steadying.
"Thank you," Jessica replied with a courteous nod, raising her window before guiding the SUV through the gates. The vehicle glided up the drive that was framed by towering oaks whose branches intertwined overhead like a natural cathedral.
Emily let out a low whistle, eyes wide with awe. "This place is even more impressive in person," she murmured, her gaze sweeping over the manicured lawns and the grand, stately mansion looming ahead, its stone facade glowing softly, lit by several well placed landscaping lights.
Jessica pulled into the circular driveway, where an array of luxury vehicles were already parked. A young valet, dressed impeccably in a crisp white uniform, stepped forward with practiced grace to open their doors. "Welcome to the Bower Estate," he greeted them, his smile polished and professional. "Please make your way inside; someone will collect your invitations at the door.”
—oOo—
Jake and Franklin trailed behind Victoria into the drawing room, which had been transformed into a space resembling a professional photography studio. Bright umbrella lights stood like sentinels, casting a brilliant glow over every corner of the room and several cameras were at the ready on tripods.
The next half hour became a tedious exercise in orchestrated poses and fixed smiles, each click of the shutter capturing moments that would soon be displayed prominently to showcase the flawless facade of the Bower family. Jake endured the ordeal with gritted teeth, his mind wandering to his three companions, who were due to arrive shortly.
"Jacob, do try to look less like you're at a funeral," Victoria admonished, her smile never faltering for the camera. "This is a celebration."
"Of course, Mother," Jake replied, forcing his lips into a broader smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"Excellent," the photographer finally declared. "Mrs. Bower, these will be perfect for the company newsletter and website."
Victoria nodded, satisfied. "Thank you, Charles. We'll expect the proofs no later than Monday afternoon."
As the photographer and his assistant started packing up the equipment, Victoria turned to Jake. "Your… guests will be arriving soon, I presume?"
"Yes," Jake replied, checking his watch. "They should be here shortly."
Victoria's lips pursed slightly. "I do hope they understand the caliber of event they're attending. Franklin's investors will be here, and several board members."
Jake glared at his mother, then excused himself to get a drink. He made his way to back to the library and his stepfather’s private liquor cabinet, pouring himself a generous glass of expensive bourbon. He downed half of it in one swallow, relishing the burning sensation as it traveled down his throat. The amber liquid warmed him from within, fortifying him for what promised to be a long evening.
"Self-medicating already?" Franklin's voice came from behind him, causing Jake to stiffen slightly.
"Just preparing for the evening ahead," Jake replied, turning to face his stepfather.
Franklin moved to the cabinet and selected the crystal decanter of scotch. "Your mother tells me you have three… colleagues that will be attending tonight," he said, pouring himself another drink. "From your new place of employment?"
"That's right," Jake confirmed, keeping his tone neutral.
Franklin's lips curled into a shape that was neither fully a smile nor entirely a smirk, casting an unsettling aura that sent a shiver racing down Jake’s spine. "I look forward to meeting them," he said, his voice smooth yet laced with an unsettling edge. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, watching it catch the light as it moved in lazy circles.
"Excuse me," Jake said, finishing the last of the liquor in his glass and placing it on the polished wooden bar top. He brushed past his stepfather and headed to the landing that provided a view of the grand foyer below, arriving just in time to see his three guests walk through the door.
Jessica was wearing a deep burgundy cocktail dress that embraced her curves in all the right places. The neckline of the dress was tastefully modest, suitable for any high-society gathering, yet the fabric molded itself to her ample breasts and full, shapely hips. The material's smooth, fluid drape left little to the imagination, clearly revealing that she wore nothing beneath its elegantly clinging surface. Her chestnut brown hair was meticulously styled, each strand perfectly in place, framing her face with a grace that spoke of timeless beauty. Dangling from her ears were exquisite teardrop diamond earrings that shimmered with every subtle movement, catching the light and casting a delicate sparkle. Around her neck lay a simple yet striking diamond pendant, its facets glinting brilliantly, adding an understated touch of sophistication to her ensemble.
Beside her, Rachel looked almost celestial in her shimmering emerald green silk dress. The fabric flowed gracefully, hugging her petite figure and rippling like liquid as she moved. The scoop neckline framed her delicate collarbones, while the rich color of the dress made her eyes stand out like sparkling gems against her porcelain skin. Her blonde hair cascaded in soft, golden waves over her bare shoulders, adding a touch of ethereal grace to her presence. She wore square emerald earrings that glistened like forest dew in sunlight, their rich green hue capturing the eye with a mesmerizing allure. Around her neck lay a gold necklace, intricately designed, with radiant emeralds nestled within its gleaming links, reflecting a harmonious blend of opulence and elegance. The entire ensemble gave her the appearance of a fairy-tale enchantress, stepping elegantly into the evening.
Emily completed the trio in a stunning midnight blue long-sleeve dress that featured a classic Queen Anne neckline, enhancing her long, graceful neck. As she turned, Jake's eyes were drawn to the unexpected allure of the dress's daring open back, which revealed the delicate line of her spine. The fabric plunging teasingly low, revealing a bit of the cleft of her ass, adding a touch of boldness to her otherwise demure ensemble. Her long, dark hair was artfully swept up into an elegant updo, perfectly showcasing her youthful, radiant features and striking, deep blue eyes, which shone brightly behind a pair of very stylish glasses. Around her neck, a shimmering silver and sapphire necklace glistened, complementing the three-stone sapphire earrings that adorned her ears, adding an elegant sparkle to her captivating appearance.
Jake's heart quickened at the sight of them. They looked absolutely stunning, each in her own distinctive way, and he couldn't help but smile. He watched intently as they handed their elegantly embossed invitations to the attendant at the door, who gestured them toward the opulent main hall. Victoria appeared beside him, her eyes narrowing into sharp slits as she scrutinized the new arrivals with the intensity of a hawk.
"Those are your… colleagues?" she inquired, her voice, though just a whisper, carried a biting edge sharp enough to slice through the air.
"Yes, Mother, and if you will pardon me, I am going to greet my guests," he replied, his words polite but firm. With that, he descended the grand staircase, his footsteps resonating on the polished Italian marble, catching Jessica's eye as he made his way down.
Jessica's face brightened with a warm smile as she spotted Jake, her eyes following his descent with appreciation. As Jake reached the bottom of the staircase, all three women moved toward him with graceful, synchronized steps, like predators closing in on their prey.
"Jake!" Emily exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement as she reached him first. She threw her arms around his neck, pressing her lithe body against his in an enthusiastic embrace. "This place is absolutely magnificent!" she gushed, her words infused with genuine awe.
Jake returned her embrace warmly, inhaling the delicate, floral scent of her perfume that seemed to dance in the air around them. "I'm glad you made it," he replied warmly, sliding a hand down her smooth, bare back and subtly slipping it into her dress, a finger finding its way between the cheeks of her ass.
“Jake, stop,” she whispered breathlessly in his ear, casting a quick glance up at the upper landing. “That woman up there is watching us.”
As Emily stepped back, Rachel moved forward, giving him a soft, lingering kiss, the tip of her tongue flicking out and running along his upper lip. "Thank you for inviting us," she murmured against his mouth, her blue eyes sparkling. "I have a feeling tonight is going to be… memorable."
Jessica was the last to greet him, embracing him with a motherly warmth that seemed to envelop him entirely. "You look very handsome in your tuxedo," she complimented, her voice rich and velvety. As she pulled away, her fingertips brushed against his crotch, leaving a fleeting sensation in their wake.
Jake's breath caught momentarily at her touch, but quickly regained his composure. "Allow me to escort you ladies into the main hall," he offered, his voice blending formality with a hint of his roguish charm.
As they crossed the expansive foyer, Victoria descended the grand staircase with practiced grace, each step deliberate and poised. The soft rustle of her gown accompanied her movements. Franklin trailed closely behind her, his eyes scanning over the trio of beautiful women, but his attention lingered on Emily with an obvious and undisguised interest.
"Jacob," Victoria called, her voice honey-sweet yet undercut with steel. "Won't you introduce me to your guests?"
Jake paused, suppressing a sigh as he turned to face his mother, maintaining a steady smile. "Mother, this is Jessica Marshall, Emily Turner, and Rachel Morgan. Ladies, my mother, Victoria Bower."
Victoria's eyes flicked over each woman in turn, clinical and assessing. She extended a perfectly manicured hand to Jessica first, clearly identifying her as the most senior of the three.
"How lovely to meet you," Victoria said, her voice laced with a thin veneer of politeness that barely masked her true feelings. "Welcome to our modest estate." Her words hung in the air, filling the space with subtle tension.
Jessica accepted Victoria's hand with a firm, confident grip, her smile warm and genuine. "Your home is absolutely exquisite, Mrs. Bower,” she replied smoothly, her eyes sweeping over the opulent surroundings. “The Flemish tapestry,” she said looking towards the far wall of the foyer, “it’s late 17th century, correct?"
Victoria's eyebrows rose slightly, surprise momentarily displacing her perfectly composed facade. "Indeed, it is," she responded, considering Jessica with new interest. "You have an eye for fine art."
"I would enjoy discussing more of your pieces later, if you have the time," Jessica replied smoothly. "Your collection is museum-worthy."
Victoria nodded, “Perhaps,” a flicker of approval crossing her features before she turned to Emily. "And you, Miss Turner? What is your… expertise?"
Before Emily could respond, Franklin stepped forward with a noticeable eagerness, positioning himself in front of her. "Franklin Bower," he introduced himself, his voice imbued with a warm tone that suggested practiced hospitality. "I'm delighted you could join us this evening."
Emily extended her hand, a bright smile lighting up her face. Franklin took her hand with a gentle grasp and raised it to his lips, placing a soft, courteous kiss upon her fingers. "Thank you for having us, Mr. Bower. Your home is truly spectacular," she complimented, looking around at the grandeur of their surroundings.
Franklin maintained his hold on her hand, his gaze lingering on Emily's face before slowly drifting downward to appraise her body. "Please, call me Franklin," he insisted. "Perhaps later I can give you a personal tour of some of my more… private collections," he suggested, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur.
“I would very much enjoy that, Franklin,” Emily replied, her tone full of innocence that seemed to captivate him further. Behind her, Jake shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat.
Victoria, observing the exchange smoothly interjected, "Franklin, I see that the Monroes have just made their entrance. We need to go over and welcome them and allow Jacob to return to his guests."
Franklin reluctantly released Emily's hand, leering at her a moment longer before he nodded in agreement. "Of course, my dear. Ladies, please enjoy yourselves." With that, they turned and disappeared into the bustling crowd of newly arrived guests.
“Shall we?” Jake inquired with a sweep of his arm, gesturing toward the entrance of the main gathering hall.
As they entered the hall, the full grandeur of the evening revealed itself. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the space, illuminating the assembled guests in their finery. A string quartet played softly in one corner, their melodic notes floating through the air, mingling with the gentle hum of conversation and occasional burst of polite laughter. Servers in crisp uniforms glided between clusters of guests, offering flutes of champagne and artfully arranged hors d'oeuvres on silver trays.
A female server approached, her appearance stirring a vague sense of recognition in Jake. Her dark hair was neatly pulled back into a tight ponytail, emphasizing her striking features. "Champagne?" she inquired with a broad smile, her voice tinged with a slight accent. Jake stared at her for a brief moment, his cock slightly twitching, before deftly plucking four crystal glasses from her tray and distributing them among his companions.
"Here's to an eventful evening," he said, lifting his glass as the server continued on her way.
The women clinked their glasses against his, each taking a delicate sip of the sparkling liquid. Jessica surveyed the room with a practiced eye, mentally cataloging exits and the strategic placement of security personnel barely visible in the shadows.
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