PREFACE
The following is a "true story of my imagination" and continues the affair between Cecilia and her Son started in "There Is No Plan B". In this chapter, chapter 3, we switch to Dad's indiscretions across the pond and also experience more of Cecilia and Jason's sexual escapades during a formal dinner party at their home.
As always, thanks to LadyCibelle for editing!
Enjoy!
DAD'S INDISCRETIONS
Jake Ritt sat in the armchair of his hotel room in Amsterdam, staring into his highball, as condensation ran down the side of the glass. He was still fuming from the attitude his wife, Cecilia, had displayed on the phone minutes earlier. "Fuck, she's always coming to that boy's defense!" he thought, in reference to how his wife always stood up for their irresponsible son. He took another sip of his drink and checked his watch impatiently.
He had finished his business in London and, like other times before, had taken a few extra days to fly to Amsterdam and indulge his dark fantasies. No one, except his twenty-two year old Executive Assistant, Cindy, whom he was fucking, knew of his whereabouts. In fact, on one occasion he had taken her with him, and they had indulged in twisted S&M fantasies without fear of recognition or discovery. Cindy always made sure his trips, schedule and calendar were such that it was nearly impossible to detect his diversions to Amsterdam, either by his colleagues or his wife.
So once again, he found himself in the heart of the city's red light district. The 3-star Hotel De Koopermoolen, in which he was booked, served as a testament to time; standing for over 300 years, it was a feat of engineering and architectural genius. Jake rose from the opulent Queen Anne chair to refill his drink, when the expected knock came at the door. Opening it, he stared at the two women gazing back at him, sexy smiles across their faces. One was about forty years old and dressed in a slinky, tight-fitting, sequined gown with spaghetti straps that showed off a very svelte figure and spectacular tits. The other woman seemed half the age of the former and was dressed in open-toed, sling-back, stilettos and a frilly, one-piece dress that flared at the hips in fluffy ruffles. Both had long, straight blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
"Het Genoegen!" The older woman said seductively. Behind the women, a large Nordic looking man stood with his arms folded across his chest and a serious look on his face.
Jake recognized the words as the name of the escort service,
Pleasure
, that he always used when in town. He stepped aside to allow the two women to enter. The man followed.
"I...am...Mieke," said the older in a very thick accent. "And...this is my...daugh-ter...Anke," she added, caressing the younger's slender arm.
"Hat hallo," Anke whispered somewhat shyly, staring at Jake.
"Yes, hello," Jake replied, turning his attention to the large man standing there and slipping a hundred dollar bill into his hand. The large man stared at the bill, turned his gaze momentarily at Jake and then looked over at the older Mieke. Realizing that Jake was a high roller based on the hotel and the sizeable bill in the bodyguard's hand, Mieke shifted her eyes from the man to the door and back to the man, non-verbally signaling to him that it was okay and that he could leave. The man gave Jake one last, hard stare before saying something in Dutch to Mieke and tossing her a cell phone that doubled as a two-way radio. He walked out and shut the door behind him, as Jake took a seat again and stared at the supposed mother-daughter prostitute team. He had called the service and requested a mother-daughter team. He wondered if the two women were indeed mother and daughter, as Mieke moved behind Anke and caressed the younger girl's arms as they both stared at their client.
"You like, yes?" Mieke asked, sliding her fingertips up and down Anke's arms, causing goosebumps to appear across the younger's skin.
"Yes," Jake simply replied. Jake questioned whether the two women were indeed mother and daughter. On the surface, they slightly resembled each other with the same blonde hair, blue eyes and prominent cheek bones. But didn't all Nordic women have high cheek bones, Jake wondered? Not to mention, the detailed features were not there: The noses were different, as were the chins and other structural features. But in truth, he didn't give a shit. The mere "thought" that they could be mother and daughter was enough to give Jake a raging hard on, which he now rubbed. He could easily convince himself that they were mother and daughter, as he watched Mieke move Anke's hair away from her neck and plant a soft kiss on the young girl's neck, the women's eyes never leaving Jake's lustful stare.