Chapter 21
It had been a busy morning for Chris as he roamed back and forth Jilian's residence to transport the equipment back to the golf club where they had been borrowed. The JCC party was to continue by the poolside gazebo and the hired DJ who had had a blast of a night was to put the icing on the cake on the back of an extra stage fee which he had been paid upon the making of a decision to continue partying at the club. He had just requested to be excused for 30 minutes so that he took a bath to refresh himself given an all-night spoiler of Hunters dry at his disposal. Most of the JCC crew had vanished since their pockets had been gratifyingly cushioned with a performance bonus that came as mana from heaven. That implied that only a few of them hung around their lady boss who had dressed casually in a summer shot and sleeveless t-shirt.
The party animalistic Paul who had driven to their renovated residence after that morning lucky pussy's smash had just returned dressed in fresh clothes and looking very presentable as fresh as ever. What was astounded him was how the lady whose pants he had easily gotten into was then somewhat difficult to tame. Jilian who was, at that particular juncture, in the company of the Redbury Mayor could just pay him minimal attention. Her mission had been accomplished. He had used him as a jealous drawing card with Jason, let alone managed to brainwash him ahead of the Manburg/Zonex tender award decision.
"I am not ignoring you Paul, my apologies! I am listening to our big boss here" she uttered to elate the spirits of a not only depressed but confused Paul.
"I can see that there is some serious talk going on" he responded with a tone reflective of elation of spirits.
The mayor whom Jilian had become used to concisely chatting with did not take time before bidding her farewell as he was heading to a nearby lodge where he was due to hold a consultative meeting with a contingent of foreign investors that had come for some business prospecting in Redbury.
"We will chat more Jilly, let me rush" he uttered as he fast took to his vehicle that was just a couple of footsteps away from the gazebo.
"Why is he not picking up his phone" he uttered to a clueless Paul.
"Who are you talking about Jilly?" he asked out of curiosity.
"Never mind Paul" he retorted as he clicked the WhatsApp icon to message Jason.
"We're continuing with the party at the golf club, you can come with your wife" the message read.
After a while, there was a response and the expression on her face showed that she had been disappointed somehow.
"I've just entered the capital, will see you on Monday" read Jason's short response.
In the meantime, Paul who had resumed taking his gin and tonic was just onlooking as Jilian went about her cellular drills. The idea was to continue from where she had left last night with regard to deliberately evoking Jason's jealousy and locked emotions. In view of that, flaunting with Pal was as good as a nonevent as she saw no reason for making him feel so wanted and special. However, thoughts of his influence as part of the tender board members crept into her head but she still had to adopt a subtle and tricky approach as was her nature.
"Where is your girlfriend Paul, don't you feel lonely?" she provocatively inquired.
"What about you Jilly? Where is your man?" he offendedly responded with a tit-for-tat question.
"I don't date, never will I in the short term" she responded as she picked a can of coke from the cooler box that was next to her.
"I won't go any further," he said whilst shaking his head.
"You think if I had one, I could have allowed you to hit it in the morning, Paul? Thanks, by the way for the good morning ride man" she accompanied her rhetoric question with a complimentary remark.
Their personal conversation was interrupted by the appearance of three of her employers who had gone to their rented residence to refresh themselves. These three youthful boys constituted more than a dozen of her staff that hailed from within Redbury. It made her feel good to have employed a number of locals and they had also proven to be not only passionate but also very obedient and supportive beyond work protocols as they made her feel much at home.
"Behave, my guys are approaching. Please assume nothing ever happened in the morning" she uttered with a serious tone much to his amazement.
Paul who had thought that it was going to be as effortless as had been the case at her residence could not easily come to terms with the sudden alteration of mannerisms on her part. He could not respond, but simply pour himself a double tote of his favourite gin that tricked down the ice cubes in his glass before diluting it with tonic water. Ever since arriving at the club, she had not taken an ale but just coke. Such were her fluctuating drinking habits that were not necessarily hinged on binging but just whiling away time. She could even go for weeks without drinking, but she could also drink immensely whenever she felt like doing so. In the event of doing so, she always knew her limits and hardly lost herself. Her sexual extravaganza with Jason had compelled her to somewhat appear like a regular boozer simply because she felt more in the mood to sexually get on under the influence of alcohol, though rationing was never something she was bereft of.
As she observed Paul through the acute section of her eye, her mind, from the blues, arrived at rating his sex appeal as average. He was mean in terms of intimate flamboyance, let alone equipped with moderate penis size either. Without a shadow of a doubt, he was not in the sex premier league to compete with powerful monsters like Jason who were not only gifted in terms of cock stature but also that much-missed charm that separated the boys from the men. He had hit so well, but she had also observed the difference within that short spell. If only men knew that sometimes women produce those screams for the sake of just urging them to keep riding, and in most cases as an exaggeration of feeling it and not necessarily pain, then the best of the ladies who are given to such brainwash bedroom shenanigans could have been black listed under the chuck of erotic fakery. There are so many sexual areas in which men are subjected to this masked tomfoolery with the paternity test rescuing them from one of such territories of exclusive female knowledge and secret awareness. That being the case, men continue taking pride in making women scream and shout during sex without consideration of the fact that some of these shrieks are far from reality.
It remained to be seen if Paul would gather the guts to reinstate his temporary sexual relevance after being ordered via some serious cues to keep at bay.