Alice, standing in front of the mirror, only wrapped in a white bath towel, was considering what to wear for dinner. Martin did not present her with a shopping bag on their return to the hotel, nor did he tell her how to dress for the night. The initial itinerary was to fly home in the afternoon, but on the way to the client, Martin told her he had extended their stay. The idea of spending another night with her "Daddy" excited her, and she whispered into his ear, "I love that." She wrapped her arms around his neck, not thinking of the ramifications of not having the privacy screen up, and before Martin could react, passionately kissed him on the back seat of the limo in full view of their driver. At that moment, it did not matter to her that he could see them, and as their tongues made love, she thought of Jack, and her stomach fluttered.
She did not know that Martin, woken by her thrashing on the bed as she orgasmed, had heard every word she had uttered the previous night. He had a sleepless night, her words bounced around in his head, bringing back old memories, and he questioned if he would let any one of her fantasies become reality. He had mulled over her words for hours, but by the morning, the thrill of the game had won out, and he wanted to see where things would go. He had decided to extend their stay and texted his PA to make the arrangements, using the excuse "the job had not been done."
As Alice was pondering what to wear in her hotel room, Daniel arrived home, calling out to Alice, but to his surprise, Lucy replied, sitting on their couch. A floor lamp next to the settee illuminated her feminine figure, her stocking-covered legs tucked under her summer dress as she read a magazine. The marabou mules lay on the carpet just as they fell after she had kicked them off. Hearing Daniel's voice, she looked up and smiled.
"Hello, Mummy," he greeted her. "Where is Alice?"
"Hello Daniel," she replied. "Martin has texted me that they will come back tomorrow, so I stayed."
"Oh."
"Are you disappointed?" she asked, pouting.
"No, not at all. I love to spend my time with you, Mummy, but you know that," he said, sitting beside her after kissing her lips. "It's just that Alice has not said anything to me."
"I am sure there is a good reason for that."
"Maybe. In any case, I am happy we have another night together."
"Daniel," she began, taking his hand into hers. "The last few days have been the most beautiful time as far back as I can remember. I've enjoyed every moment more than I can tell you. You make me feel young and beautiful, happy and content."
"I am so happy to hear that," he interjected nervously, not knowing where she was going with this.
"What I am trying to get at is that it has been fun, and," she saw the concern on his face and thought, 'get to the point, you silly woman', "I've loved our games, loved you calling me mummy, but now, I would like you to call me anything but that."
"Like what?"
"Like sweetheart, honey, darling, anything but mummy."
"Sure, let me think about it, mu..., err, Lucy," he said, relieved that it was just that.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her lovingly, the kiss turning into a passionate pash that went on for an eternity.
"I love you, Lucy."
I love you, Sweetie," she replied, smiling. "Let's finish what was left of the stew and just have a quiet night."
"Sure. I love that," he replied, standing up and offering his hand to her.
They walked to the kitchen meanwhile Alice decided on a more conservative look, standing in front of the bathroom mirror in her hotel room. She chose a sky-blue summer dress from her own outfits that covered most of her thighs and allowed her to wear tan seamed stockings with suspenders, which she had not done yet since arriving. She picked out a pair of lacy, crotchless panties and, lastly, slipped into her gold stiletto mules. She loved how the mules made her feet and legs look, and how her calf muscles tightened up.
It was time to apply her makeup. Looking at herself in the mirror, she decided on a light touch around her eyes but still chose her bold red lipstick that matched her manicured finger and toenails. She was ready to go with five minutes to spare. Picking up her clutch, the card to the room and her lipstick, she took a last look at herself in the mirror, thinking, "This will make them drool over me. Why did I think in terms of them? Do I want Jack to come onto me? Maybe I do," she grinned and twirled around, checking the back of the dress. She could feel her pussy tingle at the thought of Jack making another pass at bedding her. She decided to be fashionably late, against her nature.
Alice was excited, not knowing what was waiting for her in the bar as the elevator swished her up to the top floor. Entering, she looked around and saw Jack sitting at a table nursing a drink while Martin was at the bar. They both noticed her enter, and while Martin broadly smiled, Jack stayed emotionless as their eyes met. On a sudden impulse that she could not explain, she decided to tease Martin and walked over to Jack's table.
"Is this seat taken?" She enquired, smiling at him.
"No," he replied, surprised to see her standing beside his table.
"Are you waiting for someone?"
"No, but I was hopeful."
"I am glad," she said, sitting down on the empty chair while excitedly thinking, "I knew it. You just don't give up."
"You look very nice, Alice."
"Thank you. Would you get me a drink?"
"Sure, but what about your 'Daddy'?"
"Oh, huh, he is okay, I am sure he doesn't mind if his baby girl socialises," she said, glancing towards Martin.
"Is that what this is all about? Tease me to get the old goat horny, and then leave me high and dry."
"Well, I could just go to him and leave you with your drink for company, or you can take your chances."
"I've had two bad nights so far. I guess another one will not make much of a difference. So, what should I get you?"
Martin watched Alice walk to Jack's table and expected a fiery exchange after the previous night's events, but instead, he saw Alice take the seat on the other side of the small table. Their exchange seemed to be friendly, not what he had anticipated. She did not look at him once since their eyes had met upon her entering the bar. He watched Jack get up and walk to the bar, avoiding eye contact with him. He felt a mixture of emotions boiling in him: jealousy, anger, and excitement. He could not make sense of his feelings and felt paralysed by them. He did not feel these emotions since the day Lucy had walked out of their house to have dinner with her date. He wanted to stop her but had no ground to stand on after he had cheated on her the week before.
