Jewel Ascending Ch. 03

And certainly not one who had placed one...very muscular arm...around her back to draw her close, her breasts pressing into his lower chest. And certainly not someone who's other hand had taken a firm grip upon and was now cupping and squeezing her bottom.

"I don't think we've been introduced yet." Jewel tilted her head back to look up to his face. He was very tall, as nobles tend to be. She put her hands on Rod's...very muscular chest...and tried to push away and create some distance. Rod wasn't having any of it and held her tightly in his grip against his body.

"Hello, I'm Roderick, and you're gorgeous." He squeezed her tight and leaned in for a kiss.

Jewel recoiled as much as possible. She now felt a hard bulge pressing against her just below her belly button. Her hand slipped down past his firm abdomen to investigate and she discovered Rod's erection pushing back.

"And that's the Rod from God." Rod said, feeling her grip and squeezing harder on her ass.

OMG! Is he flirting with me? If that's flirting then...

Jewel's thoughts were interrupted as she had to turn her head to avoid another attempt at a kiss from Rod.

"No need to be shy honey, what's your name?"

"I'm...um...Veronica..." she answered flustered by his groping hands and closeness.

"MMM...Veronica...who's your daddy?" Rod flirted again.

"My daddy?" She asked in confusion. She tried to slip free out of his arms. Rod simply pulled up with the other arm and grabbed her other ass cheek with his opposite hand...and squeezed.

Was this a come on? This is a come on! Jewel hadn't EVER had anyone hit on her before. Rod was coming on to her!

Rod had a lot to drink but he finally sensed the stunning brunette's hesitation.

"Yes, what house and title will you inherit?"

"Uh...I have my title already."

Rod was intrigued. Who was this new girl that already had her title? He didn't recognize her and she definitely wasn't among their usual group of friends.

Jewel placed both her palms flat and pushed against Rod's firm chest, incidentally pressing against his pecs and again tried to create some space between them. Rod still wasn't having any of it.

"Countess Jewel Veronica Delacroix, widow of the House of Delacroix." She answered irritably.

Jewel never saw anyone lose their composure so quickly.

Rod's expression changed from one of intense interest and lust to shock. His hand dropped away from squeezing her ass and his arm dropped from behind her back releasing her from his embrace. She swore she felt his dick which was pressed against her tummy soften as well before he backed a half step away.

"The male bride?"

"The arranged marriage male widow now, actually." Jewel answered with more irritation.

Rod looked momentarily lost. He looked her up and down slowly as if in disbelief. Freed from his grip Jewel stepped back and turned away from him to retrieve her towel and finally dry off.

Rod for his part watched as the stunningly beautiful brunette in the soaking wet high cut thong bikini bent over and picked up a towel. He saw her full ass, long perfect legs, her thin waist, and most of a sexy lower back tattoo.

What he didn't see was her dick. How could she possibly be a man? Where was her dick?

Rod took another step back as Jewel stood up and used her towel to dry her full 36C breasts and hair before drying the rest of her body.

Rod took another step back. Her tits were amazing and her taught tummy, and the flat V front of her thong bikini bottom...no way...there's no way this hot chick is really a guy.

And he had been hugging her.

He had pressed his hard cock against her.

He had flirted with her.

"Uh...I got to...uh...go get another drink." as he nearly stumbled over the lounge chair behind him while gracelessly making his exit.

Jewel smirked as Rod hastily beat a retreat. "Bring me one too please." She said snarkily.

You know what? This pool party really is a lot of fun!

Rod for his part retreated to the bar and the company of his friends.

"Found him." He said, grabbing a beer.

"Who?" Kyle Oldsworth asked.

"Lady Delacroix." Rod answered after a huge gulp of beer. The alcohol helped him regain his composure quickly.

"Where?"

Rod just quickly pointed as he took another swig.

"Dude...were you...you were...you were just hitting on her." Kyle teased.

"Yep." Rod admitted.

Kyle just looked in astonishment and amusement.

"Well yeah, she's hot. Besides, I was only playing around." Rod covered his embarrassment with boldness. He was already caught so he decided to just lean into it a bit.

"I think that she is more your type anyway Kyle."

"My type?"

"Well yeah. You're gay, she's gay...put two and two together..."

"Wow dude..."

"What?"

"Like, no. I like guys but not tranny guys. All my boyfriends are like you." Kyle hinted.

Kyle actually was attracted to men like Rod. If only Rod were gay instead of my straight friend, Kyle thought.

"Yeah...I'm everyone's type. Sorry...not sorry." Rod grinned. He had a level of self assurance most men would envy.

All his friends at the bar laughed at his ego and his joke.

**

After Rod outed her Jewel found that she was actually received with almost celebrity status.

After mingling and socializing Jewel eventually found herself sitting in the hot tub among a group of her peers...not quite friends yet, and listened as they gossiped among themselves.

The hot tub was a huge commercial sized affair that was larger than her endless pool. It could easily sit 20 or more and aside from the heat and the soothing temperature it also possessed lights that pulsed in time to the music playing in the background. She enjoyed the steamy hot water and swirling bubbles. It was certainly more relaxing than Delacroix Manor's sex grotto.

Jewel enjoyed the arrangement of beauty that was on display for her to admire. Any of these noble women would easily be the type of girl she would want to date. She found she was enjoying their company as they soaked and drank glasses of very expensive light and crisp chilled white wine. Rod had even brought her the glass of wine. They were very inquisitive and a round robin of questioning spontaneously took place.

"I'm so glad you came and we found you."

"Yes, the search was actually a lot of fun. Like playing hide and seek when we were kids." Another stated.

"You would have found me eventually just by the process of elimination." Jewel replied.

"We are so glad you could come, you're so inspiring."

"Uh...Inspiring? How?"

"Your husband reversed decades of government policy when he ended the prohibition on same sex marriage. Everyone credits you for...erm...convincing him to move forward on this issue."

Jewel was dumbstruck but just nodded as if in understanding.

"So how old were you when you married?"

"I had just turned 18."

"And your husband was what 50?"

"65, actually."

"OMG...wow...and you're like 22, 23 now? The same as us?"

"24."

"Wow, you don't look it. You're probably the oldest one here."

"Um...thanks?"

"And the only one of us to already possess a title." Rod chimed in.

Rod sat between two other female nobles. He had one arm draped casually around each of their shoulders. They must be more amendable to his charm Jewel thought as neither seemed annoyed by the presence of the other or to be held so tightly. Jewel idly wondered if Rod were compensating for something.

Maybe he was overcompensating for hitting on her earlier perhaps?

His friend, Kyle, sat unaccompanied. Jewel noted that Kyle, while fit and athletic was not in the same physical league as Rod.

"Yes. I've been meaning to ask you about that. How do you assume your title? Isn't it already yours?"

"Not in Allegoria. We are heirs to our fathers..."

"Or Mothers." One of the girls interrupted.

"...Or mothers titles upon their passing. Everyone here at this party is an Heir Apparent, the first in line to assume their title."

"Royal court restricts the number of nobles. There are only 47 noble houses in royal court right now." Rod informed.

"There have never been more than 52 houses at any one time." Kyle chipped in.

"And why is that? How come the number varies?"

"Nobles in this country must possess the means to power to be able to claim power." Rod answered.

"So that means..." Jewel let her question hang.

"It means if you don't have the wealth then you won't remain a noble past the death of the head of your house."

"Oh...wow." Jewel noticed that Kyle seemed to wince slightly when Rod finished his explanation.

Jewel was enjoying this pool party immensely. Not only were they all having fun, she was learning more about the dystopian society that Allegoria really was.

She also liked how open they were. The elder nobles with whom she associated when in the company of her husband had all treated information as if it were a weapon. They hoarded it, acquired it and used it sparingly and sometimes viciously.

The younger generation did not seem to have developed that sense yet. They were...less jaded.

"So why did you come anyway?" One of the young women asked.

Jewel had wondered that herself; "To make friends." She smiled and lifted her wine glass as if toasting them.

"Damn right!"

The conversation shifted away from her for awhile and Jewel continued to drink and enjoy the party.

As is often the case, after drink and relaxation the young unmarried women's conversation took a turn for the naughty. The conversation took a sudden left turn when one of them pointedly asked Jewel about anal sex.

"I mean, I don't think that I could ever do that."

"Is an anal orgasm even possible?"

"Supposedly," Jewel was too ashamed to admit to twice having been driven to orgasm by her husband and also what she was doing to herself with her enema machine "Although in five years of marriage I never have." She lied.

"Your husband never satisfied you sexually?"

"In a traditional marriage it should be a partnership among equals, but with an arranged marriage one partner is...subservient to the other. I was forcefully conditioned and trained to accept my servitude and subordinate status."

Jewel still felt distraught when contemplating the orgasms her husband had caused. She tried not to dwell on them or think about them very much.

"I don't get why he just didn't contract a concubine through National Social Services."

"That's that Bimbo Lottery thing right?" Jewel asked. She remembered meeting the administrator at her Husband's funeral.

"Don't you know? The National Social Services Maintenance and Acquisition Department was established decades ago to quell elevated passions among the commoners but for those of means, such as nobles and successful subjects, there are more discerning and talented options available."

"I could never give a blow job, so I probably would contract a concubine for my husband; if that is what he wanted." Another girl chirped.

"Yeah, fellatio and cunnilingus are demeaning and disgusting. Thank goodness we live in a civilized society where we can hire concubines to perform those acts for our loved ones instead of doing it ourselves, like an animal."

"Hey..." Jewel began, but then cut herself off, blushing furiously; but it was too late, she had just effectively admitted to giving blow jobs to her husband as well.

Everyone giggled and laughed at her discomfort.

Jewel took a breath and just laughed it off as well. She could tell they didn't mean anything by it. It was nice to relax among people her age.

**

Jewel finally arrived home and found that Diane was waiting for her with members of her household staff to greet her at the front door.

"Did you have a good time Lady Delacroix?" Diane asked.

"The best!" Jewel exclaimed loudly, swinging her arms wide in giddiness.

"That's wonderful." Diane noticed the slight slurring and unsteady walk Lady Delacroix had as she made her way inside. It seemed that someone must have been drinking.

"How did the party go?"

"Oh, it was really good. Lots of fun. Met lots of new people. Lots of fun and games until we all ended up relaxing in this huge hot tub. It was starting to get a bit wild later, some of them seemed to be pairing off...lots of wine..."Jewel giggled at her gossipy admission, "so I eventually made my excuses and left."

Muriel waved the maid ahead of her to proceed with turning down Lady Delacroix's bed covers.

"Mother always said I should leave a party when I am still having a good time so I'd have nothing but fond memories." Jewel giggled.

"Ah...Good advice."

"Yep." Jewel hiccupped and giggled again in embarrassment.

Dianne just smiled at the tipsy countess.

"Well then, let's just get you to bed then shall we?"

"Mmm...sounds heavenly."

**

"...and finally, nobility watchers went into a tizzy as these anonymously published cell phone photos found on social media appear to show that hunky heartthrob, Roderick Spark, heir to Count Rickard Spark, in an intimate embrace with dowager Countess Jewel Delacroix."

"The young count was attending a pool party among heirs to Allegoria's nobility. As the photo shows he was caught in an embrace with the arranged marriage male widow. She can be seen here in the photo wearing a sexy and revealing thong bikini to display her ample charms."

"Was the youngest dowager making a play for Allegoria's most eligible bachelor?"

"This video also found on social media is further evidence that Lady Delacroix is not averse to displaying her impressive endowments;"

The video started:

"Hey, let's play a game." Rod said

"What game?"

"It's easy, a flexibility game. Everyone just take your arms and try to touch your elbows together in front of you then behind your back. They say men can't do but that it's easy for women."

The video cut to Jewel who stood in a line with a few other noble women as they all tried to touch their elbows together in front and then behind their backs. She found she was able to do so easily.

It was really a stupid and silly game but she looked up smiling at her accomplishment. It took her a moment though to follow the gazes of all the young male nobles and realize they were directed upon the group of young female noble's breasts.

"Hey!" She shouted and laughed as all the girls made the same realization. They had been tricked into pushing up their breasts and putting their breasts on display for the amusement of the men. They screamed and giggled and staged a faux attack upon the men, chasing them around the pool deck.

The video ended and Phoebe's voiceover resumed.

"Shouldn't she be in mourning or is the young male countess a merry widow?"

"But does Roderick have what it takes to seduce Lady Delacroix? Or perhaps the arranged marriage male widow possesses something more than meets the eye. Is Roderick man enough to handle her?"

"And that's all for tonight, this is Phoebe Mills for City Nightly News Entertainment."

**

Diane downloaded the clip and saved the media file. She attached it to one of her anonymous Face-Space accounts and uploaded it.

She then sent out a "Ping" on the most popular social messaging app to promote the video.

Diane was always happy to do her real job; managing Lady Delacroix's schedule was easy but managing her social media accounts was FUN! If she was lucky she would soon have Jewel trending across Allegoria's social media platforms and info-sphere.

Romantic entanglements are always good for trending social media posts.

She sighed in satisfaction and smiled as she embarked upon her goal to make Jewel a darling of social media.