Power Play

She smiled and waved him over, "So glad you could make it Toffee. Please sit down."

Piers grimaced, "Why play these games? You know why I'm here, you know I'm not stopping. You've got what you want, I'll do what you say. And now I'm leaving."

"Why Toffee, is that any way to speak to a lady?"

"You are no lady!"

Her smile vanished instantly, "You should consider your position Toffee. And that includes being nice to me."

He glared at her and made no reply so she continued, "Anyway, you're wrong. I am a lady. But only if you keep me happy. It's when I'm not happy that you have to watch out. Right now, I'm happy... If you don't sit down and enjoy a meal with me I'll be unhappy. Am I making myself clear?"

Piers slumped into his chair. Gloria motioned towards the bottle of vintage champagne chilling in an ice bucket, "Have a drink," she said, "After all, you're paying for it."

"No."

Gloria giggled, "You still don't get it do you Toffee old boy? I said, have a drink." She fixed him with a stare.

Piers stared back with contempt so strong that she could feel it and it was beginning to annoy her, "You English! You're all the same! Arrogant fuckers! Think you can just wander over here and take jobs away from people who worked damned hard to get them! Think you can play hardball, Limey? Well try this! I told you that you'd better be nice to me, and I meant it... I was going to abide by our deal and let you off the hook when I got my partnership as long as you were nice."

She let her words sink in before adding, "But the game plan just changed. I think you need to be reminded just who is in charge here. So, we are going to stay in this restaurant, have a nice meal and some pleasant conversation... and anything else I want. Did you hear that? Anything I want."

He sighed heavily, "Just what are you playing at Gloria? You've got what you want."

Gloria shook her head letting her golden blonde curls shake slightly, "No. I've got what I want, for now... You know what? I'm not really hungry. Pay for the champagne then take me home."

Without waiting for a reply, she stood up and got her coat. Gloria waited at the door while Piers settled the bill and then joined her for the short walk to his car.

When the car pulled up outside her apartment block, she turned to him and said, "Thank you for the wonderful evening Piers. I'm sure we should do this again."

Piers remained silent; he didn't trust himself to speak.

Gloria frowned, "Well?"

Sigh, "Yes, you're right. It was nice and I'm sure that we will." She leaned across and kissed his cheek. It took all his self-control not to jerk his head away.

"Good. You're learning."

As he drove away, Gloria watched him. She smiled to herself; this was going to be even more fun than she had originally thought. His help in getting the partnership was one thing, but it had just occurred to her, what power that she had over him at the moment.

"Actually Piers Toffington-Smythe. I think we will have a lot of fun, you and I."

Piers was in a dark mood as he drove home. Gloria had really shaken him this evening. He knew in the back of his head that it wouldn't be easy to get out of this mess, and he also knew that blackmailers always got greedy. She wouldn't stop at getting the partnership. But he really wished he knew what she was up to, and how far she was willing to take her game.

"What a bitch!"

When he arrived home, Angie was already in bed asleep. Piers silently undressed and then slipped under the duvet next to her. The movement of the mattress made her stir, "Mhphmmm?"

Gently, he stroked her fringe away from her closed eyes and whispered, "It's okay. Go back to sleep Love."

Angie's lips smacked together gently once or twice as she settled back into her pillow. Piers watched her as she slept and envied her untroubled rest. He knew that it would be a while before he got to sleep himself.

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In the morning Angela thought that Piers was strangely quiet at breakfast. She watched as he silently chewed on a piece of toast. "What's the matter Love?"

He looked up, "Sorry?"

"Something's bothering you. What is it?"

She was disconcerted that he wouldn't meet her gaze, "Nothing... should there be?"

"It's just, you seem... a bit odd this morning."

Piers thought for a moment and then said, "Oh it was just something at the meeting last night. It seems I have a lot of work to do over the coming weeks. Actually, a vast quantity of work. I really am sorry Darling."

Angela did not believe him. She was one of the few people he couldn't lie to, she knew that. She could read him like a book and knew he was hiding something.

"If there's a problem, maybe I can help."

Piers stood up and replied with a good humour he did not really feel, "No, honestly. Just a lot of humdrum work to plough through. You know what us lawyers are like when we start writing contracts."

After he had kissed her goodbye and left for the office, Angela sat down at the breakfast bar. She took a sip of her coffee. He was hiding something.

When Piers got to his office, there was a parcel waiting for him on his desk. He ripped the paper off to find it was full of files that required rather a lot of mundane work along with a handwritten note which read, 'This is the first batch of my closing files. Be a good boy and get them finished, then return them to me. Remember! Our little secret. G.'

He sighed in resignation, started to look through the files and buckled down to work his way to the bottom.

Two hours later he placed the completed files into a large envelope, scribbled Gloria's name on it and placed it in his out tray. Then he made a start on his own work. The result was, he had to work through his lunch just to catch up.

At three o'clock, Gloria breezed into his office without knocking. Piers treated her to a grimace, "What do you want now?"

Gloria perched on the corner of his desk and patted his hand gently, "Just came to say thank you for the files. You did a good job."

Piers really had an urge to sink his fist into her smug face, but he restrained himself with difficulty, "I'm sure you didn't come in here just to pass the time. Tell me what you want."

She sat back up straight, still smiling, "Actually, you're right Toffee old boy. I do have an ulterior motive."

"Well?"

Gloria inspected her nails a moment before she answered, "I've been thinking about things. I didn't get to enjoy my dinner last night. So... you're taking me out to dinner again. Same time, same restaurant."

"Don't be stupid. I won't do it!"

Her smile slipped, "I rather think you will. You've got to learn who's in charge. Be there"

As she stood up, Piers said, "What am I supposed to tell Angie?"

Gloria shrugged, "I don't care. That's your problem. If you're going to run around with other women, then you should think of your own excuses."

She blew him a kiss and whispered, "See you tonight, Lover," before breezing from the room.

Piers took his drink from the drawer, "Christ! What am I going to do now?"

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It was exactly eight o'clock when he arrived once more at the restaurant and found Gloria sat at the same table with the same champagne bucket beside her.

As he approached, she stood up and came to greet him with a dainty kiss on the cheek, "You got here. Good."

Piers accepted the kiss with all the good grace he could muster and sat down. "What did you tell her?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes. I want to know."

"I told her I had to work late on a divorce settlement."

"Did she buy it?"

"What do you care?"

Gloria affected a mournful expression and laid her doe eyes on him, "Oh Piers. What a thing to say. Of course I care. I want to know that you really believe in this relationship."

"What relationship? We don't have a relationship. WE are just a dirty blackmailer and a victim."

Her mournful expression was replaced by a grimace. It made her normally pretty face seem very ugly, "No! We have a relationship because I say we do. Piers, Piers, Piers. What can I do to make you understand the position you're in? Hmmm? I've tried to be nice to you. That didn't work. I've remained civil, at least you could return the compliment. Just think who holds all the cards... and all the evidence."

Piers glared at the ceiling, his jaw clenched tight. This infuriating woman was playing games with him, toying with him. Why? Because she could. And what made it worse was, she was correct, she did have him over a barrel. But as well as furious, he was also extremely worried. There was no telling what new torture would enter her pretty head. And it was pretty, he had to admit it. Golden blonde hair surrounded her soft skinned face. Blue eyes, not fiery blue like Angie's, no, Gloria's were a deep cornflower blue. She had a cute button of a nose above two pale, soft lips.

He sat back and looked at the image she presented as she sat there. In a similar cocktail dress to the one she had worn the night before. The low cut showed off her cleavage perfectly, he could follow the curves of her large, rounded breasts under the material and down to her slim waist that flared out to her lush hips. The slit at the side of the dress had fallen away slightly allowing a view of her long, well formed legs. He had to admit that had he been single and she were not the bitch he knew her to be, he could have been quite taken with her.

Gloria watched Piers silently as he gazed at her. She smiled coldly to herself, "This will be easier than I thought." She stood up, "I've changed my mind again. Pay for the champagne and take me home."

Piers could only stutter, "W... W... What, now?"

"Yes, now."

As with the previous night, he stopped his car outside her apartment block. With forced lightness he said, "Well. Here you are. Goodnight Gloria."

She remained seated and replied, "Oh no Toffee. You must come in for a night cap."

He started to protest, but she cut him off, "Ah ah. I said, you must come in for a night cap."

Piers closed his eyes and gripped the steering wheel. What was she up to now? "Okay then Gloria, but just one. I have to get home soon."

They entered the apartment. It was spacious and tastefully designed. Gloria kicked off her high-heeled black pumps and sat on the plush sofa. She stretched on leg out and then leaned back and crossed her leg over the other. Again, the slit in the dress fell away. As Piers eyes automatically went to the expanse of silky flesh she displayed, Gloria grinned to herself. She knew exactly how good she looked.

She patted the sofa next to her, "Come and sit with me."

Reluctantly, Piers sat down as far from her as he could. He sat stiffly and stared straight ahead. Gloria ignored his mood and shuffled closer to him. She gently rested her cool hand on his shoulder and nuzzled his neck. Piers jerked his head away, but she was relentless, "Remember Toffee, be nice," and again nuzzled his neck, her tongue flicking out lightly against his skin.

Despite himself, Piers could feel his body responding, much as he didn't want it to. He hated this woman with a passion for the way she was playing with him like this. But his body was responding and there was little he could do about it. Gloria slid her hand down and lightly rubbed his thickening penis through his trousers. With her free hand she reached behind her neck and released the clasp that held her dress up. She leaned back slightly allowing the wisps of material to fall and reveal her plump, round breasts with pale pink nipples. Gloria then arched her back making her soft mounds thrust out. "You know what to do," she whispered throatily.

Even as Piers leaned down to gently take a hold of one of her breasts and squeeze it's soft warmth he castigated himself for his weakness. Why didn't he just push her away like he should and just leave? He was trapped, he knew that and he didn't want anything to do with this awful woman, but his body was calling him a liar, and he knew it was correct.

Gloria moaned softly as Piers lips attached themselves to her hard nipple. His other hand took a hold of her free breast and started kneading it gently and rolling her bullet hard point between his fingers. She loved the feel of his mouth and hands and she moaned again. The warmth he was creating in her chest felt wonderful. But she had other plans.

Firmly, she pushed him away and then reclined on the sofa. Lifting her bottom slightly, she pulled her dress up to her waist to reveal even more of her self to his now interested gaze. She was not wearing panties and as she raised one leg to hang it over the back of the sofa, her other rested on the floor. "Eat me," was all she said.

Piers looked at the beautiful woman displaying herself for him. He had to admit she was gorgeous. Hating himself all the more, his head dropped to her groin. He examined her vagina as it slowly moistened. Her lips were beginning to puff up and he could see her clitoris was beginning to swell and harden. Soft downy blonde fur topped the ensemble, shaved into a small triangle. Tentatively, his tongue reached out and he inhaled her sweet aroma as he let the tip of his tongue slid from the bottom of her pussy lips all the way to her clit. The sensations he aroused in her pussy made Gloria buck slightly. She moaned, "Oh... That feels goooood! Keep going."

Piers couldn't help himself, he started to eat her sopping pussy, thrusting his tongue between her lips and almost fucking her with his tongue, before sliding out and up to lash at her clitoris. A pulsing warmth started to build in the pit of Gloria's stomach under his gentle tonguing. He wrapped his arms around her thighs to try to hold her still as she slowly lost the fight to control her spasms. The heat was building even more and so were the blissful feelings washing through her womb. With a rapid, steady pace, Piers flicked his tongue back and forth over her hard button, each stroke sending her nearer and nearer to her orgasm. She grabbed his head and thrust it hard against her pussy. Piers inserted a finger inside her tight hole and thrust it in and out as he worked on her engorged clit. His finger was soon drenched in her sugary secretions as this new assault on her sense took place. And then, the orgasm hit her. Gloria screamed as an intense wave of heat washed from her boiling pussy and filled her belly. Her eyes opened wide and she screamed silently, her back arched and her legs thrust straight out. There was an audible plop as Piers removed his fingers from her sticky hole and sat back up.

Slowly, Gloria came back down to earth, she regained control of her breathing and smiled at him lustily, "My, that was good. I think I'll let you do that again."

Piers' hand dropped to his fly and he started to undo the zip. "What are you doing Toffee?" He glanced up at her coldly quizzical expression, "I thought you wanted-"

Gloria giggled, "Whatever gave you that idea? I'm sure it wasn't me. You are here to be nice to me, not me to you. And now you've been nice, you can go."

Nonplussed and surprised at her reaction, although he knew deep down he shouldn't have been, Piers just sat with a shocked look on his face. This made Gloria laugh even more, "You should see the look on your face. A poor little boy who's dropped his ice cream," she glanced at the bulge in his trousers, "Why not take it home to your little wifey? I'm sure she'd appreciate it."

She sat up swiftly and arranged her dress so she was once again covered, "You know where the door is. I'll let you know when I need you again."

Frustrated and embarrassed, Piers stood up and started for the door.

She called out, "Oh Toffee, before you go, I think there's something I should tell you."

He stopped with the handle in his grasp, "Oh Christ! What now?"

Gloria pointed to the corner of the room by the ceiling. His eyes followed and saw a small security camera trained directly at where Gloria sat on the couch. She smirked and said, "Looks like I have more on you, doesn't it. Whatever would the little woman say if she saw the video? Hmm? And before you try anything. It's a live camera and the video recorder is very safe. I can assure you of that."

Her choice of words seemed to amuse her even more but she said nothing and just watched with cruel amusement as Piers left the apartment. After he had left, Gloria stood up and crossed the room to stand in front of a portrait of herself. She pulled it away from the wall to reveal a small safe. A few turns of the dial and the door hinged open to reveal a sheaf of documents and a video recorder. She hit the stop button and removed the tape and left it on top of the machine. Then she closed the door and moved the picture back against the wall.

Once sat in his car, Piers stared into space. He was extremely turned on and she knew it. This was just another one of her cruel games. As anger and frustration began to take over his body he started to hit the steering wheel with clenched fists. God how he hated her! But what could he do. He was stuck. And he was also very frightened now. Just how far was she going to take these fucking games!

Piers once again silently slid into bed beside Angie. As with the night before she was asleep. He was still excited, his cock had refused to soften at all since the encounter with Gloria and it was beginning to ache. More than anything, he wanted to wake his wife and make love with her to try and ease the frustration he still felt, but he could not. He felt dirty, cheap and above all weak. He just couldn't bring himself to touch Angie with the same filthy hands and mouth that he had used on Gloria. It would, he felt, somehow make it sordid, and he couldn't do that to his wife.

He slipped back out of bed and into the bathroom. He scrubbed his hands and brushed his teeth until they shone. But they still felt dirty. He hated it. And he vowed that he would not have any more to do with her like that again. Still not feeling very good about himself, Piers slid back into bed.

Contrary to his belief, Angie was awake. She had lain awake and just pretended to be asleep when he got home. As he had slid into bed beside her, she had smelled something. It was expensive perfume and it was coming from her husband. She had watched silently as he had retired to the bathroom to clean up and then returned to their bed. He was seeing another woman! That was obvious. Her mind was in turmoil. She wanted to sit up and grab him. She wanted to scream at him. She wanted to know if she was letting him down and why he needed someone else. Her husband, the man she adored was cheating on her. But she couldn't move. The shock, the pain and the misery were shown by nothing more than a single tear that made its way down her cheek.

And the Valkyrie woke!

How dare he! Hadn't she given up everything to follow him here? Miles and miles away from her family and friends! Angie felt her chest tighten as burning anger gave way to white hot fury! She sat up and switched her bedside light on and turned her cold eyes towards Piers as he blinked at the unexpected light.

"Sorry," he said, "Did I wake you up?"

Angie reached back and let her hand fly at his face where it connected with a ringing slap.

"YOU BASTARD!"

The shock of the unexpected slap coupled with Angie's furious shout made his tongue tie in knots. His stomach tightened and he felt a nervous tic in his eye. Oh my God!

"WHO IS SHE?"

"Angie..."

"DON'T YOU ANGIE ME! WHO IS SHE! WHO'S THE SLUT YOU BEEN WITH?"

He sat up and held a hand to his stinging cheek, "Angie please, I can explain."

Confirmation! He was screwing around! In her fury, Angie started slapping him again. Both hands now were hitting him all over his head and shoulders as she screamed, "WHO IS SHE, YOU BASTARD?"