Chapter 1468
Cynthia drove Kevin to a newly opened barbecue joint on Harmony Lane. With the chill of late autumn in the air, it was the perfect spot. The ground floor was packed, so they headed up to a private room on the second floor.
The waiter brought the menu, but without consulting Kevin, Cynthia took charge and ordered a feast. Soon, the table was laden with an array of mouth-watering dishes.
"Cynthia, this is way too much. There's no way the two of us can eat all this," Kevin said, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the spread that seemed to be enough for seven or eight people. He wondered if Cynthia thought he had an enormous appetite.
"It's alright, Kevin. Since it’s the first time I'm treating you, I wasn’t sure what you’d like. So, I ordered a bit of everything. Just eat what you want, and if we can’t finish it all, no big deal," Cynthia replied with a charming smile, handing Kevin a drink. "Here, have a drink first. I can't eat much, so the majority is for you."
Being alone with Cynthia for the first time made Kevin feel a bit awkward, and he found it hard to eat freely.
Noticing his hesitation, Cynthia kept piling food onto Kevin’s plate with her chopsticks, smiling, "Come on, Kevin, dig in. You’re tall and must have a good appetite. Make sure you fill up."
The private room was warm, and soon Kevin started to sweat, prompting him to take off his jacket. Cynthia’s face flushed as well, and she was sweating at her temples. She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her ample cleavage. The sight of her firm breasts and deep cleavage made Kevin's heart race. He felt a heat rising and struggled to pick up a meatball.
"Here, let me help you," Cynthia said with a flirtatious giggle, expertly picking up a meatball and bringing it to Kevin’s mouth. "Open up, and be careful—it’s hot."
Kevin, entranced by Cynthia’s seductive expression, instinctively opened his mouth and took the meatball. As he bit into it, the juices spurted out, landing right on Cynthia's exposed cleavage.
Cynthia gasped softly and quickly grabbed a napkin, one hand pulling at her neckline while the other wiped the juice from her breasts. Kevin, sitting nearby, got an eyeful of her cleavage, nearly fainting from the sight.
At that moment, Kevin's cock got an erection. Those breasts were every bit as magnificent as Patty’s and were easily among the best he’d ever seen. Unfortunately, he couldn’t explore them firsthand to make the most accurate judgment.
Cynthia wiped the juice off and caught Kevin staring at her chest. Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly buttoned up her blouse. She had asked Kevin out to dinner to get closer to him, not to seduce him. She wasn't that kind of woman.
In business, many women were ready to do almost anything to secure deals, even sleeping with clients. They carried around condoms and Viagra, always prepared to please clients better than a prostitute.
While pure women might struggle in business, Cynthia had her boundaries and principles. She occasionally used her charm for business but never fully gave in. She would allow some touching and kissing but never more. This only seemed to enhance her allure. When anyone tried to push beyond, she revealed her husband Edgar Woods' position as a police officer, which always made them back off. Through the years, she had deftly navigated many dicey situations and clients without any real harm.
After a while, Cynthia excused herself to the restroom. On her way back, a drunken middle-aged man stumbled out of a nearby room, his face lighting up when he saw her. "Well, well, if it isn’t Cynthia! Are you here to see me?" he slurred, blocking her way.
"Mr. Fisher, I'm here with a friend," Cynthia replied, her tone cool. Craig Fisher, who owned a cosmetics store and was a significant client, had a reputation for being handsy. Every meeting involved his wandering hands, but business necessitated some tolerance.
"What friend? Let's all get acquainted," Craig said, his eyes fixated on Cynthia’s ample chest. Emboldened by the alcohol, he reached out, touching her shoulder and feeling her smooth skin beneath her clothes. "You're looking younger and prettier, even more stunning than my wife. Your skin’s so soft."
"Mr. Fisher, you're too kind. My friend's not in the business world, so no need for introductions. I’ll treat you to a meal some other time," Cynthia said, trying to sidestep his hand and prevent him from groping her.
"No need to wait. Let’s do it now. I’m having dinner with some big shots from Harmony County. Come in and have a drink," Craig insisted, pulling Cynthia into the private room.
Inside, seven middle-aged men sat amid the haze of alcohol and smoke. When they saw Craig hauling in a beautiful woman, their eyes ogled Cynthia’s voluptuous figure.
"Everyone, let me introduce you. This is Cynthia, my business partner," Craig said, his hand firmly on Cynthia's waist. "She's in the cosmetics industry. Let's have a drink, and you all should help her out with some business."
"Craig, cut the crap. Business partner? More like your girlfriend," someone quipped. "If I help her out, you'd better not get jealous."
The room erupted in laughter, leaving Cynthia feeling both embarrassed and angry. She made a move to leave, but Craig held on to her arm, introducing the men in the room. Some owned restaurants, others car washes, and some pharmacies—each a significant player in Harmony County’s economy.
Cynthia paused to think. Since she was already there, having a drink might not be the worst idea. Her usual channels had dried up, and these new contacts could open up fresh opportunities. She put on a brave face, picked up a glass, and filled it with red wine. "It's a pleasure meeting you all today. Let me start by toasting you!" She polished off the glass in one go.
"Impressive, but that's just the beginning. You need to drink with each of us," Craig said with a sly grin. "What do you guys think?"
Middle-aged men loved teasing a beautiful woman, so no one objected. Cynthia had no choice but to make the rounds, drinking with each one. She could hold her liquor but only up to a point, and the quick succession of drinks soon left her feeling lightheaded and unsteady.
Craig seized the opportunity, wrapping his arm around Cynthia's slender waist, his hand sliding over her full buttocks through the thin fabric of her dress. He thought to himself that once she was entirely drunk, he could take her to a hotel and finally have his way with her. Cynthia had always been so cautious, never giving him a chance. She must've thought him a fool. Tonight, he planned to get his revenge.
Cynthia barely finished the circuit and was about to excuse herself when Mr. Fisher, with a devilish smile, said, "Cynthia, you can’t leave yet. We haven't had our drink together."
"Mr. Fisher, I really can’t drink anymore," Cynthia said, her face flushed from the alcohol.
"It's alright. Just sit down, have some food, and we'll take it slow," Craig replied, pulling her to sit next to him. He picked up a piece of meat with his utensils and brought it to her lips. "Eat, Cynthia. This is good for you. Women love it."
In a daze, Cynthia took a bite and then realized the taste was off—it was turtle meat. Anger surged through her. Craig was clearly mocking her. She tried to stand, but her body felt too weak. Regretting how much she had drunk, she found herself at Craig's mercy.
Craig saw Cynthia’s dazed eyes, her red lips slightly parted, and he could almost taste her breath. He imagined taking her to a hotel, stripping her clothes off, and ravishing her. His lower abdomen burned with desire, and he grew hard instantly. One hand kept feeding her turtle meat while the other slid up her thigh, feeling her smooth, firm skin. The lack of excess fat on her taut thighs made his lust intensify.
"Mr. Fisher, please, no," Cynthia pleaded softly, both ashamed and scared. The alcohol’s effects made her body grow hotter under Craig's rough touch. The places he touched felt electrified, sending waves of sensation straight to her most private parts. She tried to stop his hand, closing her thighs tightly to prevent further intrusion.
"Cynthia, I need to order a new batch of goods tomorrow, but someone else contacted me with better quality and lower prices. I'm in a tough spot," Craig said.
"Mr. Fisher, we’ve been partners for years. I can offer you a discount," Cynthia said through gritted teeth. She couldn’t afford to lose this business connection.
"I want to keep doing business with you, Cynthia. We’re old friends, right?" Craig’s hand continued its journey up her thigh.
Cynthia tried to stop him, but she was too weak. Her face turned scarlet as Craig’s hand reached her mons pubis. No man other than her husband had ever touched her there before, and now she was being violated by this rough hand.
"No....don't...touch there" Cynthia moaned as Craig's fingers rubbed her, feeling a tingling sensation in her lower body. Her mind grew increasingly cloudy. She wanted to call her husband for help but remembered her phone was in the other room. Despair filled her heart as she weakly struggled, her body growing hotter and heavier. Was she really going to be defiled today?
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