Chrysalis

Car Trouble

With Abigail sitting across from me I outlined the plan ahead and how I was going to have to use her in order to humiliate this annoying woman.

“You want me to get naked with Melissa?”

“Not quite………..give her the impression that you have fell for her charms and then we burst out laughing and walk out”.

“Like the plan, which is a shame because I was hoping to have you all to myself”.

“The night is young Abigail and from what Daisy told me then I expect Melissa Jackson to have the deal concluded in record time”.

We chinked glasses and chugged down some good quality prosecco and prepared for what was to come…..just in time as we turned to see the object of affection leaving the ladies room and stomping across the dance floor toward us.

“You ready ladies?”

I turned to Abigail once last time and we chinked glasses.

“To good health”.

Melissa looked at Abigail as though she was the main course, licking her lips….

“We will travel in style to my mansion”.

I raised an eyebrow?

“Mansion?”

“Yes, little secret…….most of the people round here don’t know who I really am”.

“Then I guess we will know that very soon”.

Aside from the mention of a high class residence I had not expected that Melissa would have a Rolls Royce and a Valet too but as the three of us sat in the back of the car I was more concerned how her eyes seemed to be devouring Abigails figure, I leant over…

“Your Valet, he is getting quite the eyeful of three ladies in the back seat of this motor”.

Melissa softly chuckled.

“Its ok, he’s a screaming queer”.

“Ah well that makes it all the more better”.

“Well yes, he has no interest in what I get up to……..his salary could buy the bar which you were just drinking in”.

That comment left the two of us speechless and I was beginning to resent ever agreeing to do this and as it turned out the evening was about to get a whole lot worse when the mobile phone belonging to Abigail began to ring.

She looked at the screen and showed it to me, it was her mother and I suddenly had a bad feeling about this…

“Hello”

“Abigial…….Are you on your way home?”

“Not yet, is there something wrong?”

There was a strangled pause…..

“Dont tell me you forgot that we are leaving for the airport tonight”.

I saw her expression change…

“No mum I didn’t forget…..I will be home shortly”.

She cut the call and turned to me….

“Sorry Diane, I need to go”.

Melissa looked a little bit unhappy but her mood chirruped when she looked at me.

“Please feel free to come back to my home and see how the other half lives………I will get Mitchell my Valet to take the sports car and drop off Abigail at her home”.

Abigail looked at me.

“I am sorry Diane, but the night doesnt have to end for you”.

I shot her daggers at that remark, there was no way that I was letting Melissa Jackson get her claws into me, but I didn’t want to appear Chickenshit and instead opted to follow the MILF back to her home on the request of a few more drinks and a tour of her mansion.

At the house I pulled Abigail aside.

“You look a bit pissed at all this Diane”.

“Cant be helped…..but don’t worry about me, I promise to be back at the guest house before my carriage becomes a pumpkin”.

Abigail laughed at this.

I walked upon the gravel track with her just as a nifty sporty number appeared with the Valet Mitchell at the helm……his persona of being a high to be chauffeur was gone and dressed in slacks and a shirt he opened the door for Abigail to enter.

The car sped off.

Melissa turned to me and offered her arm as though to link with my own…

“Shall we?”

I exhaled a sharp breath and nodded before we both walked into the porch of the mansion.