Inner Circle by Charles Arnold

each other in the village. His eyes bored into her, undressing her. She remembered how her heart would beat faster and how she would blush and feel the heat flow downward. She remembered how if she saw him on the other side of the street she would feel compelled to cross so that they would pass each other. She thought of how much he reminded her now of Ezra Stein. Her face was flushed. She felt her nipples stiffen and knew that her pussy was very wet. Ruben smiled, sensing the change. “You’re getting excited, aren’t you, Mrs. Ryan?”
    “I don’t want to, but…yes, I can’t…”
    “Put your arms around my neck. Look up at me and keep grinding your cunt against my prick.” As Kathy reached up to clasp her hands behind his thick neck, her nipples, through the transparent blouse, rubbed against this damp shirt. He squeezed her ass cheeks and pulled her closer. Through her short skirt, she could feel the hardness and the heat of his cock. Ruben licked his pendulous lips and stared down at her, “A year ago, Mrs. Ryan, on this very dance floor, I touched your breast and you made a fool out of me. You and your husband later tried to destroy me.” He still held her tight but moved his hands over her ass. “Now, Mrs. Ryan, I’m fondling your ass before all of your friends and they’re looking at us. Your tits are pressed tight against me. You’re hot, Mrs. Ryan.” His face was now only inches from hers. “What do you want, Mrs. Ryan, tell me what you want?”
    Aware that many of the couples on the dance floor had stopped dancing and were standing in place staring at them, Kathy tried to pull away, but Ruben gripped her ass tighter. His face was closer now, his beady pig eyes burning into hers.
    “Say it,” he demanded, “say what you want. He ground his cock against her.
    She caught her breath, “Kiss me,” she said. “I want you to kiss me.”
    She stood on her tiptoes and, tilting her head, she parted her lips for him and took his tongue into her mouth. The kiss lasted a long time. When it was over, he slid his hands along her body until he cupped her breasts. Her fingers were still locked behind his neck. The couples on the dance floor hadn’t moved. Those at the tables were also staring.
    Deliberately, Ruben twisted each of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She continued to look up at him. She hated him beyond imagining but at the same time there was this fierce need, this unmistakable but insane desire that left her weak and submissive. He toyed with her nipples and said in a voice loud enough for almost everyone to hear, “Who’s lover are you, Mrs. Ryan?”
    She answered without a moment’s hesitation, “Yours,” she said softly. “I’m your lover, Simon.”
    Ruben looked around at the guests. Some appeared to be sad but most were angry. He smiled and nodded at them. In a loud voice he announced, “As you no doubt remember, last year your young friend here betrayed me. And in doing so, betrayed you as well. As many of you know by now, her husband seduced my niece when she was only seventeen. Last year he and Mrs. Ryan slandered poor Sheila and tried to ruin me.” He moved his arm around Kathy’s waist and whispered, “Look up.” She lifted her head and looked out at her friends who were all standing now. Ruben pulled her closer to him and continued, “Recently, Mrs. Ryan did the right thing. She came to me and Sheila and confessed. She showed us letters her husband had written to my niece, love letters. There are also photographs of them together at places he took her to on weekends.” He looked at Kathy, “Isn’t that true, Mrs. Ryan?” His arm tightened around her waist.
    Staring out at the faces of her dearest friends, she nodded, “What Mr. Ruben has said is the truth. He and his niece have been kind enough to accept my apologies and even kinder to forgive me.”
    Ruben smiled, “As you’ve may have observed this evening, Mrs. Ryan and I have become attracted to