Inner Circle by Charles Arnold Page A

one another.” He paused and winked, “I might even say intimately attracted.” Kathy felt her face flush with embarrassment. “In fact,” Ruben went on, “although I haven’t asked her yet, I will do so here in this public place.” He turned Kathy to face him. “Mrs. Ryan it would please me if tomorrow you were to come to my house to stay with me and Sheila. Will you do that?” He placed his hand under her chin, tilting her head up so that she had to look directly at him.
    To refuse would mean the rats and even worse. “Yes, Simon.” His fingers tightened on her chin. Quickly she repeated, “Yes, yes, of course, Simon, I…I….would like that. I’ll be honored to stay with you and Miss Sheila.”
    Half mocking, he asked, “Let me ask you, Mrs. Ryan, even though we won’t be married, am I to have all the rights and privileges of a husband?”
    Kathy’s legs were trembling. She might have run through the gathering and out into the night but was afraid she couldn’t. Looking up at him she said, “Yes…yes, certainly, you will have them…I mean the rights and privileges of a husband.”
    Her friends began to murmur and drift away. She heard words like: “disgusting,” “unbelievable,” “she looks like a slut,” “how could she,” and the most cutting of all “Jeff Ryan a child molester.” As the tears filled her eyes, Ruben turned her away from the departing guests and they returned to their table where Sheila sat grinning.
    When the room had cleared the three of them went to their limousine. Kathy was surprised when Ruben directed the driver to take them back to her house. He explained, “After you have serviced Sheila and me tonight, I want you to pack whatever you wish to bring. I’ll send a car for you in the morning.”

Chapter Five
    Once more, she sat in the back of the limousine facing them. Sheila reached across and tapped Kathy’s knee. “Pull your skirt up around your waist and spread your legs as wide as you can.” When Kathy had done what the younger woman demanded, Sheila giggled, “Look, Uncle, my little pet’s pretty pink cunt is all juicy. I bet she can’t wait to take your cock in her mouth.” She leaned forward, “Is the thought of sucking Uncle’s cock making your cunt wet?”
    Kathy’s hands gripped the seat until her knuckles whitened. But Sheila’s words sent the familiar flow of arousal down to her vagina. Without meaning to, she licked her lips and, seeing they had noticed, she silently cursed herself. “Yes…I…I’m anxious to…to…” She didn’t finish.
    Ruben frowned. “You’re anxious to get on your knees and beg to suck me off and drink my cum. You love Simon Ruben’s big prick. Say it!”
    She looked down at the floor. “I’m anxious to kneel before you and beg you to let me suck you…suck your cock.” She glanced up fearfully then lowered her eyes. She continued in a rasping whisper, “I love…I love your…your prick. I want…I want…to drink your cum.”
    “That’s better,” he said. “Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, a year ago were you not the leader of the rich, young, sophisticated set in our community? Were not you and your husband considered the ideal couple?”
    Kathy shook her head, “Yes, that’s true. We were.”
    “And at that time would you not quickly turn away if you caught me looking in your direction?”
    She glanced up at him then lowered her eyes, “I suppose so,” she said softly.
    “But now the young, rich, and beautiful Mrs. Ryan sits across from old Simon Ruben dressed like a slut. She has her legs spread and is showing him her pink, moist cunt. Look up and tell me what you’ve recently discovered about old Simon Ruben that causes you to behave in such a lascivious way in his presence.”
    Kathy waited trying to imagine what answer would please him. She raised her head meeting his hard gaze, “I’ve learned that my past life was a pretense, meaningless, and trivial. I should have realized then what a powerful