... Zara, ever the consummate hostess, chaired the evening with the skill of an orchestral conductor. She had decided Camelia would spend the night, and that by morning, would have learned to never, under any circumstance, question Zara's judgement again.
The Clan, Part 4
Amber
Amber squawked her vehicle horn and head lights with her remote to confirm she'd arrived on the correct level of the labyrinth that was the building's underground parking. She'd stepped off the elevator twice, guessing incorrectly both times prior, which level her car was parked, and was starting to feel a little frustrated. Third time lucky she mused.
She listened intently to the echoing sound her heels made, as she walked the fifty meters through the empty parkade towards her vehicle. Amber enjoyed making an entrance, no matter how simple the occasion.
She drove a late model candy apple red Mercedes-Benz CLS, having instantly fallen in love with the smooth and sexy lines, with its low roof and high waistline. After waiting for nine weeks to get the paint and black with red leather interior she wanted, her first drive on the open highway was simply ecstatic. Careening down an open four hundred series highway at a maximum rate of knots, was one of her greatest thrills. Her friends would sometimes ask, "Why a four door? Why not something sportier?"
"In case I want to take a few of my lovers for a weekend away." was her standard response. Those that knew her well, never assumed she was joking.
Amber was born in a small industrial village in the zone of the interior, near the ancient village of Belluno, to parents of middle birth. Her pater was a skilled industrial millwright and mechanical engineer, and mater was a mid-level manager in the clan banking system. At age three, her parents accepted an assignment in the province of North America, settling in a southern Ontario town called Guelph. They operated an industrial contracting business that provided technical and other services to a growing network of automotive component factories owned by the clan.
Amber was raised in the traditions of the matriarchy but was also very grounded in the society she grew up in, moving comfortably between the traditions of the clan and the common people with ease. She determined at an early age that by virtue of her birth she could only achieve a certain level within the clan hierarchy; yet would always be protected and able to maintain a comfortable lifestyle, well above the norm within the commons. Life was never to be a struggle for her.
It was knowing this, along with a natural playfulness and lack of ambition, that allowed her to avoid any real responsibility and live a hedonistic lifestyle. Her fierce intelligence and mischievous curiosity contributed to her tendency towards delinquency growing up. growing up, she was very determined to get her own way- a source of constant frustration to her parents. She had always been a wild child and now on the cusp of her thirties, was still very wild.
Wiry and hyperactive as a little girl, she blossomed into a petite, high energy and very beautiful young lady, naturally blonde with sensual curves and deep blue eyes. Like all women of the clan it was entirely natural for her to become the alpha in any relationship, but Amanda much preferred young men of the commons who were strong and aggressive by nature. She learned at an early age how to first bewitch, then break and enslave the most arrogant and confident of them. It was sport for her and allowed a particularly nasty quality within, to see the light of day occasionally, rather than gather strength in the dark.
She exited the parking garage, putting on her sun glasses and headed east along the expressway, eventually finding her way north along highway six, one of her favourite country roads, and within an hour was driving into the underground parking of the building where she'd recently purchased. She' found a unit with a great view on the thirtieth floor, having had an eye on the building for many years, since she first met her close friends the Craigs that lived just two floors below her.
Amber would say close now, but it had not always been that way. She first met Kendra in a stormy encounter, causing a deadly power struggle that Amber had taken far too seriously, finally drawing in protective services in an attempt at ruining Kendra. The clan elders soon got wind of what Amber was doing and intervened, shutting Amber down. The Vestalem considered removing her from the province entirely when the matter seemed to spontaneously resolve.
Amber was instead, summoned before the college of Matriarchs and tried for her behaviour exposing the clan to unnecessary liability and immediately took the lesson to heart. As penance, she was required to withdraw from her studies in kinesiology at the University of Guelph and train as a nurse specializing in Emergency Medicine. She then had to spend the next four years in a hospital of the clan's choosing, helping to heal the people of the commons, rather than exercising her considerable energy finding ways to destroy them.
She ended up working at the The Mississauga Hospital where she eventually attracted the attention of Doctor Aiyana who brought her into her private practice. Working with the good doctor she had come to realize that something was up and not quite right. She did enjoy the opportunity to work with the parade patients that came through with regularity, nearly all of them members of the clan; either wealthy highborn women or young males in their sexual prime.
Amber and Kendra, as so often happens between two strong combatants with similar personalities became the best of friends once they resolved their differences.
As she pulled into the reserved space in her own parking garage she resolved to give Kendra a call and discuss what she'd found today. Nicholas, she was certain was someone that Kendra had to meet. He was quite possibly just exactly what she'd been looking for.
Entering the lobby of her building from the parking garage elevator and reaching for her cell, she brought up Kendra's number and called.
"Blonde Be-atch!" was the answer after three rings.
"Be nice Kendra darling. I've found the great white whale you've been looking for all these years." Amber announced.
"Oh really? Do tell Ms. Ahab. Where did he surface?" asked Kendra. This was not the first time Amber had tried to play matchmaker.
"At the fertility clinic today. His charts say that he's free of any genetic disease markers, he has a master's degree in physics or something, is drop dead gorgeous, has a dick that could cut the Hope diamond and fuck me- he is gorgeous." said Amber.
There was a pause.
"Hmmm." said Kendra after a moment, "Sounds promising. How tall? How big?"
"Hold on a second." Amber scrolled through the photos on her phone until she found a full frontal image of Nicholas taken while he was washing his hair. His penis was semi erect and the soapy lather on his torso emphasized his defined musculature. She texted it to Kendra then returned the phone to her ear, "Incoming photo."
Amber heard the 'ding' of an incoming text a second later, then there was a pause. Kendra was studying the photo carefully. She zoomed in on his torso and scrolled down to his sex. Amber waited for perhaps a minute, before Kendra returned.
"Gorgeous man. How tall? asked Kendra
