“Oliver, good to see you.” The man greeted him with a handshake.
“John, my pleasure as always.” Oliver smiled and then reached over and kissed Maribel on both of her cheeks. “You look as beautiful as ever Maribel.”
Maribel beamed at his words. “Thanks Oliver. You look pretty sexy yourself.”
Alice tried not to stare at Maribel but it was hard to ignore her. She looked beautiful; she was also wearing a lace top that was so sheer that her br**sts were clearly visible. Her ni**les were like sharp bullets and Alice wanted to scratch her eyes out when she saw Maribel ‘accidentally’ rub her br**sts against Oliver’s arm.
“John, please meet my assistant and co-writer Alice.” Oliver introduced her to John Gold, Maribel’s dad and Alice smiled as the man kissed her hands in greeting.
“Very pleased to meet you Alice. I hear you are a fantastic writer.” John’s voice was smooth and he stared very deeply into her eyes.
“Thanks.” She smiled winningly at him hoping that Oliver would notice and become jealous but he was too busy chatting with Maribel to notice.
“Let’s sit.” John took her arm and led them all to a booth. She sat next to the wall and he came in next to her, Maribel sat opposite her and Oliver sat opposite John.
“So tell me about you?” John spoke softly to her after they all had ordered. His hand was resting on her left leg and she wasn’t sure what to do. Oliver was too busy talking to Maribel to pay her any attention and she had the feeling that Maribel was rubbing his crotch from the way he kept shifting in his chair and the way Maribel was giggling.
“What would you like to know?” Alice tried to keep the tremble out of her voice.
“How did you get to be so talented and beautiful?” The words came out of his mouth silkily and he ran his hand slowly up her leg and in-between her thighs. She tried to shift over but all that did was give him the opportunity to slip his fingers down further and push them up against her mound. She was so thankful that she was wearing panties.
Alice contemplated screaming and running away from the table. But she knew that that had the possibility of making John Gold angry and withdrawing the money he was donating to make the movie she was helping to write. And she knew that Oliver would be so mad. She didn’t want to risk them losing the funding. And looking over at the table as Oliver and Maribel played kissy face made her extremely mad and upset. If Oliver could have someone else, why couldn’t she? John Gold was extremely handsome and why shouldn’t she enjoy herself. She was already walking on a grey path when it came to her sex life, what harm could it do to keep on walking?
“I’m not sure.” She smiled up at him and gasped as his fingers ran up and down her cl*t over her panties.
“I think you are a very smart girl Alice.” He continued to rub her cl*t and slipped a finger inside her panties so that his fingers were now touching her flesh. He leaned into her and whispered, “I wish I could bend down in-between your legs and lick up your wetness.” She stared back at him in shock and shifted away quickly from him. He removed his fingers from in-between her legs and slowly licked his fingers while staring at her.
She gazed at him, shocked at what he was doing and shocked at herself for allowing him to play with her pu**y. She stared at Oliver from across the table and hated him with a vengeance. She was not this type of girl. She just wanted to be with Oliver. She didn’t want to play these games anymore.
“So Oliver, stop kissing my daughter and tell me how everything is going?” John interrupted the pair who were now French kissing in front of them and they pulled away from each other.
Oliver looked briefly at Alice and attempted a smile but she turned her face away from him, unable to connect with a man who could do this to her. She wanted to tell him to hell with his rules. She wasn’t a masochist; she couldn’t and didn’t want to live this life.
“Good John. Very good.” Oliver smiled a tight smile and held his hand and Maribel’s hand up in the air and smiled broadly. Alice looked over and saw some camera’s taking photos of the two of them. As soon as the flashes stopped he dropped their hands and looked at Alice as if to say, “See.”
She bit her lip. Had the kissing been for show? For the cameras? Was everything for show? She wondered if she had what it took to make it in Hollywood. If she even wanted to make it big in Hollywood anymore.
“Good. Very good. I’m glad you and Maribel are dating. I’m glad to be supporting your work.” John smiled at stared at Oliver. He then reached over and caressed Alice’s left breast and pinched her nipple. Oliver’s gaze hardened as he watched John’s hand and Alice gasped. “I wouldn’t want there to be any reason to have to withdraw my financial backing. I know how hard it is to get art-house movies financed these days.” He then reached over and squeezed her other nipple, “You have beautiful br**sts Alice, are they real?” He smiled and she nodded uncomfortably.
Maribel giggled, “Oh daddy, you are bad.” She grabbed Oliver’s hand and put them on her br**sts, “Mine are real too.” Oliver’s fingers squeezed her ni**les dutifully and he and Alice stared at each other over the table. The tension at the table was palatable and the nipple squeezing was only ended as the waiter approached the table with their food.
As everyone started to eat, Alice stared at Oliver with pain in her eyes and mouthed, “I hate you.” He stared at her throughout the meal and also watched John very carefully. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking but as when she felt John’s hands on her legs again she jumped up.
“Excuse me, I need to go to the ladies.” She almost ran from the table to the bathroom and burst into tears as she entered a stall. She didn’t want to have anything to do with this twisted situation any more. It wasn’t worth it. Oliver Park was leading her down a road that she couldn’t afford to go down anymore. She was already starting to feel broken inside. She heard someone come into the bathroom and call her name. She knew it was Oliver.
“Alice, where are you?” He knocked on all of the stalls. She held her breath when he knocked on her stall.
“Alice, open up. I know you are in there, it’s the only occupied stall.”
“Go away and leave me alone.” She shouted though the door.
“Alice, please open up.”
“Just f**k off Oliver Park, I’ve had enough of you and your rules. I’m done.” She heard him banging on the door and sighed as it came crashing in. He looked furious as he walked into the stall.