My Only Talent Ch. 39

He smiled. "Perhaps we will pass by each other again after the initial promenade." I realized he was setting the stage for permission to touch Summer's chest later. I presumed reciprocity would apply. Now I knew the purpose of this initial walkaround. Again, it was like the debutant balls - scout around see who is here and set some targets for later in the evening. I hadn't seen any formal dance cards though.

Suddenly it occurred to me that I should seek out that OKS board member and propose the same kind of arrangement. Perhaps that would get Summer's motor running, too. I didn't have time to think about it, though, as several more couples approached in rapid succession. There were several polite codewords and signals in use, from a polite "lovely" or "fascinating" or "charming" to more gauche mouth noises and clicks, but the intent was obvious. I didn't recognize or remember any of the names so far. Nor had I seen anyone resembling the picture Tessa sent me.

I was going with the flow and trying to work may way back around to the OKS guy when another fellow approached, and his name jarred my memory. "Richard Paul", he said, presumably to me but his somewhat glassy eyes were glued to Summer. His companion stunned me for a moment, as she was at least six foot tall, and very muscular. Big breasts, but I found myself looking suspiciously for an Adam's apple. Nope.

Wake up Robbie. Richard Paul. My father always said I should take advantage of my opportunities. "Fascinated to meet you. I'm Robbie Roberts. Could we talk a little more, perhaps just at the end of the evening?"

His eyebrows rose slightly, but his eyes were still resolutely fixed on Summer. "Yes, of course."

He walked away with a twinkle in his eye. Summer kicked me.

We had almost made our way all around the room when a tall fellow in an awful suit made a beeline for Summer. He spoke loudly to his companion. "Oh, don't you see. Marvelous form. Amazon warrior, don't you know!"

Suddenly the picture Tessa had sent me fell into place. I glanced at Summer and she was staring at his female companion. She somehow looked familiar to me, too, but I couldn't place her. She had on a big grey mask much larger than any of the other women, and dark hair and eyes, but marvelous breasts, don't you know.

"Robbie Roberts. Please to meet you", I intoned. She did a little double take under that mask, then focused on Summer.

"Richard Smithson!" he boomed. "Let's stay here together and 'talk' a bit shall we. The first round is almost over." He was tall and thin, with large hands and a face some would call ruggedly handsome, but to me it just said he had a hell of time with teenage acne.

Summer squeezed my arm like crazy, but her Suzie said she was excited. I studied the man's companion more closely. She did look hot, and her nipples got all crinkly when he announced his plan.

Near the center of the room, someone rang a little silver bell. Smithson chuckled. "Don't you see, I have this all timed by now!" He took Summer by the arm, then asked me, "May I, old chap?" I saw Summer tense.

"Of course, old man, of course. May I?" I smiled and took his companion by the arm in a similar fashion and steered her to the other side of the table nearest us. I sat and pulled her into my lap.

Smithson sat down across the table and patted the seat next to him, indicating to Summer that she should sit in it. She did, slowly. He began to touch Summer's shoulders, and she shivered, but her Suzie said it was hot. I was reminded of Suzanne saying that sometimes what the pussy wants overrides what the mind wants. Summer closed her eyes, and Smithson's hand trended down to her nipples. He was gentle and playful, and her nipples showed a definite response.

The woman in my lap began to squirm a bit. Was she jealous? I focused on her, and her Suzie. It betrayed both frustration and excitement, without revealing the cause. I used the back of hand to gently touch all around her breast without touching aureole or nipple. Her Suzie grew in anticipation. On a whim, I leaned over closer to her and gently blew on her left nipple, the one closest to me. It crinkled and pulsed. Absolutely wonderful.

Involuntarily, she turned her other breast toward me. This was fun. I reached up and took her nipple gently between my fingers and twirled slowly. Her Suzie ignited.

The little silver bell tinkled again. Smithson rose slowly, looking longingly at Summer. "Hope to see you in four weeks. Don't you know? Fellatio night! My favorite night of year, don't you see?"

Summer's Suzie did a backflip. Smithson's pet took his offered hand and they moved along clockwise to meet another couple.

Summer leaned in and hissed in my ear, "Do you know who that woman was?"

"No, but we can figure it out later."

She started to speak again, but a tall and very stately looking grey haired gentlemen and his sub smiled and introduced himself, and the little ritual began again. We met four other couples in succession, and Summer's Suzie sizzled louder for each one. She was building up quite a head of steam. I was in a mystic mammalian fog of my own. This was a marvelous club, wasn't it?

Finally, the bell rang twice, and the butler looking guy announced, "Final round!"

I looked up to see Richard Paul approaching. His companion was a tall redhead with lots of freckles and marvelous breasts. Her nostrils were flared, and she was staring at Summer. He motioned to a nearby table and we all sat down.

"While we speak, Roberts, I'd like to ask for a little special leeway, as it were."

My eyebrows rose in a silent question. Summer drew a big breath and held it.

"I want my pet to fondle yours, and we can enjoy watching them while you tell me what you wanted to talk about."

Summer jumped, and so did her Suzie signal level. I was enjoying it.

"Capital idea, old boy. Shake things up a bit, eh? Proceed!"

His sub moved forward in an almost predatory way and sat in the chair next to Summer, took one of her hands, and kissed it gently, never taking her eyes from her. I heard my pulse pounding, or was that Summer's?

"So, Roberts, what did you want to talk about?"

I tried to pull myself together, as much as I could. I was feeling the voyeuristic excitement of the moment. Maybe this really is my kind of club. But back to business.

"It's about your man Digby. He seems to think he is the MP, not you. And perhaps he is Prime Minister, too?"

Paul smirked, then looked like he had an indigestion. "Is this about that Chunnel II business?"

"Yes. He has already reached conclusions without even consulting the other team members. Very wrong conclusions, I might add."

Paul looked uncomfortable again. "I put him on that thinking it would just be another forgotten white paper. But now all sorts of people are talking about it. What's wrong with his position?"

"He is total ignoring reality, especially when it comes to cost estimates. Are you familiar with seawall construction?"

He barked. "Bloody right. I'm from Lynmouth. People still tell stories about the great flood and spin conspiracy theories about it."

"Well then you know that if building a seawall to withstand a Category 3 storm costs X, then one rated to Category 4 costs 10X, and Category 5 costs 100X?"

"Yes, but what has that to do with the Chunnel?"

"Building a tunnel for rail system we currently use costs X but building one for a hyperloop will cost 100X!"

"Oh my!" I could see the gears turning in his head. Political calculations, I assumed, not numerical ones. "But, Roberts, I have to appear progressive and in favor of building the economy."

OHH's words about practical compromise and saving face rattled around my brain for a moment. I wished I could just continue thinking only comforting mammalian titty thoughts with my hind brain. But MP Paul came up with an idea first.

"What about making one for the current system that is 'Hyper-Loop ready' for a later refit?"

I was taken aback. "More like 10X, but where will that funding come from?"

He smiled. "I think I have an idea about that, and maybe getting some jobs for my people in Lynmouth, to boot. I'll work to raise the money if you will give us an estimate that supports that plan."

I was skiing way out over my boots, here, but what the hell? "OK, but make sure Digby accepts our engineering estimates as gospel, so we present a united front for your funding campaign."

He offered his hand. "Done! Now we just have about three more minutes to watch the wonderful show taking place at our table."

I looked up to see the lovely redhead now had both of Summer's nipples well in hand and was twisting them enthusiastically betwixt thumb and forefinger. Summer was staring right at me with eyes as big as new moons. But her eyes somehow got even bigger when the redhead leaned her elbows on the table and took one of Summer's now rock-hard nipples in her mouth.

Paul groaned. "Oh, my!" So, too, had I.

Summer's Suzie signal now had a pulse of its own. The redhead disengaged from Summer, put her head up, and held one of her breasts up toward Summer.

"Only two minutes left! Kiss it, you slut!"

Summer's Suzie exploded. This was both darkly and desperately dirty, and it went right to her spinal column, seemingly firing every nerve below her waist. She glanced doe-eyed at me for just a moment, and then leaned forward a little and stuck her tongue out tentatively. Soon she was anything but tentative. I was reminded of Lou Baby diving in on Suzanne's fragrant snatch.

The redhead closed her eyes and ran her tongue all around her lips as Summer worked on her. Richard Paul and I just stared in wonder. Then the little silver bell tinkled again, and the spell was broken.

Paul cleared his throat. "Strapping good evening, you two. Let's do the final round together next month too, eh?" Summer gulped loudly. The redhead winked at me.

The crowd started back through the check station and women began putting their tops back on. There were a lot of pheromones still hanging in the air. Should make for some interesting times later this evening, with either the pet or the wife, or perhaps both? We queued up and were almost last in line. Summer ducked her head as we were just behind the OKS board member she had pointed out. She donned her blouse and jacket and held her head high as we walked out the narrow little unmarked door.

No Bentley this time, but a brief flash of headlights led me to spot Tessa behind the wheel of an Audi. I took Summer by the arm and steered her to the passenger door. "Different car to go home in, my pet."

"I could get used to that Bentley!" She saw Tessa and realized she was an unusual choice for a hired driver. "Hello?"

Tessa smiled. "Good evening, Miss Mawn. I assume you had a stimulating time?"

Summer giggled involuntarily. "You might say that." She smiled broadly but said nothing else.

Tessa looked pleased. "Points for discretion, my dear. I am sorry to interrupt your evening."

I jumped in to explain. "Summer, this is Tessa, someone I met in Austin last fall. She is the one who got me an invitation to tonight's party. Oh, and she arranged dinner for us, too.

"Thanks so much, Tessa. I have been dying to go to Spring for years!"

"Glad to help, but for now Robbie and I have some work to do, to identify one of your playmates for this evening."

Summer looked curious. "Which one?"

"Richard Smithson's pet don't' you know?" I said.

"Actually, I do know her. Not well, but enough to recognize her even with that big mask on."

Tessa startled and pulled the car over, parked at the curb and swiveled to look Summer in the eyes. "You have my full attention, Miss Mawn. Who was it?"

Summer smiled, suddenly she was that hot girl that knew something we didn't. "Why, it was Christine Davies! Some call her the Herts Hussy. You may have seen her famous car park video. It was quite the hit at my fire station. She was engaged to be married to some society sod, but her video bolloxed that, and now she must have become Smithson's mistress."

Tessa snapped her fingers. "So, it wasn't Abelard who rescued her after all! It was Smithson."

I suddenly realized why she looked familiar. I couldn't blame her for doing anything to escape marriage to Chasemore Gardiner Betts.

Tessa was almost talking to herself. "So that explains why..." She suddenly stopped. "Well, thank you very much, Miss Mawn. I am happy to provide dinner and a show for such a perceptive young couple. I'll drive you two on home now."

Once we were cruising on the M2, Tessa got talkative again. "So, Robbie, did you meet anyone else interesting?"

Summer's Suzie answered for her, spiking with memories. I tried to be cool about it.

"Well, I did get to speak with Richard Paul. I think it was constructive."

Tessa smiled. "I think you two can find mutual advantage. Call me if you need help."

"Thanks, Tessa."

Summer piped up. "I am curious as to what you do for a living, Tessa."

"Oh, this and that. I do some consulting for the government and sometimes write freelance stories for the Tattler."

"Really? I love that magazine: a dirty pleasure. I am not proud of it, but I never miss it."

"Sometimes dirty pleasures are the best. I was in Austin covering the Formula One race parties when I met Robbie."

Tessa then asked Summer about her business, and they discussed planning society events and catering all the way back. Tessa was knowledgeable and very skilled, asking lots of leading questions and getting Summer to talk, but I imagine Tessa had already researched things quite thoroughly. She probably had access to Summer's Inland Revenue filings.

Without directions, Tessa drove directly to Summer's DIY fixer upper house. Mallory bounded out and circled the car. She was in her second puppyhood, I guess. She put her paws up on the driver's side window and stared at Tessa, eye to eye.

"My, she's big for a female, and very muscular. I think your household is safe from intruders."

"Oh, you have no idea!" Summer opined, but I suspect Tessa did.

We waved goodbye and walked in. Summer clicked on the lights, then turned them off again. She glued herself to me, put both her hands on my buttocks, and kissed me roughly. Her Suzie wormed its way into my spine. She was wild.

"What a wet little slut you are! Parading yourself in front of all those strange men, letting them grope you, and then carrying on with another woman, in front of an audience, no less."

Summer smiled again, a truly devilish grin, and dropped to her knees. "I suppose I should begin practice for the fellatio night event, eh?" She proceeded to own my cock, and I was happy to surrender it.

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I was sleepy at work Friday. I didn't mention anything about my Thursday night adventure to Drummond or OHH while we prepped for our first meeting with Digby and the junior grade politicians. I would wait and see how they behave.

After lunch, Drummond couldn't stand it anymore. He got a funny look on his face and pulled out a box from his desk, "Well Roberts, here's a bit of kit for our meeting with Digby!"

With a flourish, he produced a dog collar with "Heel, Robbie" engraved on it. I would find a way to make him pay.

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Carmencita insisted they go out to dinner to celebrate Alex's new job. He didn't tell her who he was going to work for, or where, but she would soon learn he had a spot in the West Wing. It was broom closet sized, but location was everything. It turned out she already knew to the penny what the salary range for his new job grade was. She was already making plans to spend some of that new paycheck, starting tonight with a little restaurant on 8th Street NE that served Croatian food. It was unbelievable. They had some sort of chocolate mousse dessert with who knows what else mixed into it that put anything he had ever eaten in Croatia to shame. He resolved to let Carmencita pick the restaurants from now on.

Carmencita said she was doing more and more rehabs now, but couldn't talk about them, as to do so might reveal mission timing and injuries that could lead to identifying certain personnel. Loose lips sink ships, etc. Alex said he understood, and Dwight would have too. She looked at him funny and then laughed. At least she knew he was never really USDA, prime or otherwise. He was looking forward to getting her home. She was too.

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On July 2nd, I made my way to LHR to catch my flight back to Texas for Jay Kincaid and Millie's wedding. My dad's frequent flyer miles could be used on American for the early direct flight to DFW, business class, which was pretty damn nice. There were no such reward seats open on the late morning flight, where First Class seats sold for five figures, if they were available at all. Talk about price pressure!

I was in a window seat on the right-hand side of the aircraft, with plenty of room. With a ten-hour flight ahead of me, I had stayed up late with Summer, who managed to keep me up in more ways than one until she put me on the train for Heathrow. After establishing that Elizabeth Ashcroft Knowles was regrettably not on the plane, I declined the offered drink, accepted the breakfast, and then settled in for a nap. With the time zone changes and the forecasted headwinds, we should land in Dallas between 1 and 2 in the afternoon local time. I put in a solid eight hours and was awakened by my growling stomach.

The landing was normal, and so was the weather in Dallas - hot. My illustrious father, Ronnie Roberts himself was waiting when I emerged from a very perfunctory customs check, and we schlepped my single suitcase to his dedicated airport beater car.

"It looks as though you are going to the wedding of the year, Robbie. Old Cactus Jake is really putting on the dog. There are newsies from all over the country already in Dallas talking about it. The ranch is decked out fancier than the state fair, and the guest list looks like everyone that old Jake ever knew. There must be at least 1,000 people going!"

I knew that most of Jay's PIG fraternity brothers, and lots of UDP and ZZZ guys were going, along with many of Millie's Bi Phi girls and friends from other houses. Mei Ling was the Maid of Honor, and Theo Cadwallader was the politically loaded choice for Best Man. Lara thought I should be best man, but I understood my relatively sensitive position vis-à-vis the bride. I was a groomsman, the only non-PIG one. There were ushers galore, and Millie's cute little cousin was the flower girl.

"Something political is definitely going on, Robbie. Even Cactus Jake doesn't drop this kind of cash without a plan. It looks like half of the Texas House and Senate are invited, and the entire Congressional delegation of Texas and all the neighboring states will be there, plus the Speaker. I haven't seen an assemblage like this since LBJ's funeral!"

I didn't mention Millie's sexual fascination with politicians. This crew should have her all steamed up for the honeymoon. Jay said he had a plan to 'keep MY filly in MY pasture' and I wished him luck.

My mother had stepped up to the plate and had the real live tailor at Nordie's fix me up with a brand-new tux, which was hanging in my closet when we got home. Grandma had a plate of fudge out to tide me over until dinner. It was good to be back. Lara was coming in after supper, driving her baby beamer up from Austin, and Nora was coming from Boston early in the morning at DFW. I would see everyone at the rehearsal dinner tomorrow night.

Eldee rubbed against my knee and sat down on the floor next to me, slowly. She was really showing her age these days. Grandma made almost the same motions and took a spot on the couch next to me. We were alone while my mom finished up the dinner prep.