Title: When She Least Expected It Parts 2 & 3: Saturday Afternoon – Arrival & The Cocktail Party
Author: Dane Hargreaves - Visit him at Twitter
This story is © by Dane Hargreaves and used with permission.
Note: This story includes BDSM elements. It will be posted in 10 parts over 8 days.
If you have not read part 1, you can do that here
Saturday Afternoon - Arrival
early in the afternoon at the Christmas Party her publishing company was
hosting at a swank country hotel. She had missed the morning meet and greet due
to other work commitments. She had assistants now, but sometimes business
needed her direct involvement. It was one of the prices of being President and
She allowed the
bellman to take her overnight bag and evening gown while she checked in using
the fast lane. Glancing at her watch Candice realized that she only had 45
minutes to touch up her makeup, do her hair and get into her evening gown
before the cocktail party started. Actually, only about 35 minutes because she
was going to do a bit of a welcome speech for the gathering of editors, support
staff and guest authors. She practically ran to the elevators with the bellman
struggling to keep up.
She let the bellman
go ahead of her to open the door to her corner room and hang her dress bag.
After tipping the bellman, she quickly stripped to her undergarments and headed
for the bathroom. But, she spotted a bottle of gin, a can of tonic water, and a
bucket of ice on a little round table under the window. Assistants can be
really useful. Grinning, Candice walked over and made herself a stiff drink to
have while getting prepared for the night. She didn’t drink very often any
more, but it had been a very hectic week, and a busy Saturday morning – yes she
still worked most weekends, and she felt she deserved one.
She took a long
drink of the cool gin and tonic, savouring the delight of the bubbles dancing
across her tongue. Oddly sexual, she thought. That random thought made her stop
and burst out laughing. When was the last time she had even thought about sex?
It must have been at least a month! Candice put it out of her mind so that she
could focus on getting ready. She strolled over to the enormous bathroom and
checked it out. She saw the standard makeup mirror over a nice vanity. The
shower caught her attention; glass walls, rough tiles and a bench.
Candice had her
makeup touched up in a few minutes. It was quick because she did not use
anything more than mascara, eye liner and lipstick. Her hair was a different
matter. She took another big gulp of her drink, and held it in her mouth for a
bit, again enjoying the sensation of the little bubbles bursting on her tongue.
It seemed a shame to swallow it so fast, so she slowly, ever so slowly, swished
the cool liquid around her mouth and through her teeth. She found it quite
intoxicating, literally as well as figuratively. Candice tilted her head up
slightly and swallowed it down. Glancing in the mirror, she noticed that she
was a little flushed. It had clearly been too long since she had had sex.
In a panic,
Candice remembered her hair. She grabbed her brush and attacked it with a
purpose, stroking it and stroking it until it was soft and glistening. Pinning
it back in a loose braid, she looked into the mirror and then at her watch.
Fifteen minutes to go. She had to get a move on....but first another sip of her
drink. She had to focus, to fight against getting lost again in the sensation
of that elixir.
Running to the
closet, she grabbed her evergreen, silky evening gown. Pulling it out of the
garment bag, she threw it over her head and pulled it down over her body.
Stepping back into the bathroom, she stood again in front of the mirror and
smoothed it down. It was a beautiful dress, elegant in design with flowing
folds and a back sash. It showed just enough of her ample cleavage to entice
the viewer. Turning around, she could see her bare upper back. Candice loved
this dress. She slipped on her classic black high heels and pronounced herself
ready. She smiled when she noticed that there was still a slight flush to her
face. It looked like a perfect makeup artist had gone to work!
the room, she found her little cocktail purse and turned to leave. Candice
hesitated, then slowly turned back and looked at the inch or so of ice and
G&T left in the glass by the sink. Smiling, she went back into the bathroom
and grabbed the glass, letting the beautiful sensation consume her one last
She noticed the
small bag that contained her rolled up travel flats. She thought, “Well, I may
as well bring those in case I get forced into a dance or two”. Then she
strolled out the door.
stepped off the elevator at the ground floor, she was immediately greeted by
her assistant, Paula.
Ms. Lowell. I trust things are going well?”
“Yes”, and they turned and started strolling across the hotel foyer. They had a
few minutes to talk during the walk to the small atrium room where the party
was being held.
“So, how many authors made it?”
“The last count
was 35, so with staff and spouses we are looking at about 110 people. And you
aren’t going to believe it, but, Damon Foster made it.”
in her tracks. “Damon Foster? Really?” He was the hottest author on the planet
in sex fiction, after E. L. James and her incredible “50 Shades” success (which
had made Candice use her Hitachi a lot; she turned red just thinking about it),
and it was a huge coup for the company when they had landed him as a client.
His book sales had directly affected her company’s bottom line. However, his
fights with the censors and lawyers in the company were legendary.
Interestingly, his fights were always conducted from a distance, so few people
had actually met him. Candice thought that only her head lawyer had met him
face to face.
need to spell out her next question. Every woman in the company had been
wondering for weeks what this mysterious erotic writer looked like. She just
gave her assistant an inquisitive look. Paula grinned widely, but didn’t
verbally answer. She didn’t need to.
their walk to the Christmas Party.
When Candice and
her assistant entered the room, a lot of people smiled and came over to greet
her. She grabbed a glass of champagne from the passing waiter and made pleasant
small talk with her staff and clients. After about 15 minutes, it was time for
her to get up on the little stage where the musicians would later play, and
make her speech. On her way to the stage, it occurred to her that she hadn’t
met Damon. “Oh well, she thought, it’s going to be a long night.” Unknown to
her at the time, but that was quite a prophecy.
Candice was very
adept at making off the cuff speeches, and was on fire tonight. Perhaps it was
the drink in her room combined with the glass of champagne, but she was
relaxed, witty and full of confidence as she delivered her Christmas greetings.
speech, the guests were told to please be seated at large round tables set for
eight, with each seat assigned using table numbers and little place cards.
However, because Candice never brought a date her table was always set for
seven, allowing for a little more room. As always, her Chief Operating Officer
and his wife, her Editor in Chief Margaret and her husband, and a guest author
and his/her date completed the rest of the table. Candice always seemed to be
the last to sit down due to the time it took to get from the stage to her
table. Although it was one of the closest to the stage, she had to pause and
say her Christmas Greetings to people along the way. When she finally arrived
at her table, all of the gentlemen stood up for her, with the two guests very
kindly introducing themselves to her. Well, Candice had in fact noticed that it
was two men, but didn’t think about that oddity at all. Her gaze was focussed
on just the one.
Hope you enjoyed When She Least Expected It Parts 2 & 3: Saturday Afternoon – Arrival & The Cocktail Party
This was the Day 16 story for the 2012 Erotic Holiday Countdown.
Now read the Day 17 Entry. When She Least Expected It Part 4: The Dinner
by Dane Hargreaves
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