Finally I get a number from Mr. Abernathy, and I retain my composure as best I can when I find that it's attached to scholarships if the winners pursue degrees in certain fields and intern with the intent to continue in the career field. I'm please as all fuck and Cassandra is happy to help as I explain to more than a few that her charity bringing me here was her idea. The night ends or more so the dinner ends and people are heading back to their cars, Cassandra and I walk quietly when I see her soon to be ex by her car. I almost don't believe what I'm seeing as he's got his penis out and is urinating on the driver side door of her Bentley. I point it out to Cassandra who visibly grimaces at the act when I come up with an idea.
"Where is his car," I ask Cassandra who gives me a wide eyed look and points to a bright shiny red corvette.
My plan is less than spectacular as I simply take down his license plate number and rush back inside the building grabbing a bottle of water and a couple paper towels. I come back as I can see Mr. Goddard is heading back to his car with his date in tow and he even waves to Cassandra who is mortified. I calmly walk her to her car and pour water on the handle and use the towels to wipe up the 'mess' that was made before opening the door for Cassandra who smiles politely. We're in the car and I instruct her to follow her ex at a safe distance. She's confused but follows my idea and we're going down the street for a couple blocks when I pull out my phone and make a call to the police.
"There's a man driving a red corvette down the road and he just swerved at me head on. There was a woman in the passenger side and she looked like she was passed out. The man could be on drugs or something," I tell the dispatcher excitedly before hanging up.
Cassandra is confused but we continue to follow and sure enough we get to watch as the officer pulls over Mr. Goddard and it takes a few moments to get him out of the car and administer a sobriety test. It's funny to watch but Cassandra makes us scarce and continues her drive home. We sit and chat lightly about my pitch tonight and how I put her up on a bit of a pedestal. We joke about her husband coming Monday at the office and she shows some real happiness reveling in a little personal justice. I discover that I'm not going home tonight as we pull up to a set of condos and Cassandra parks the car. I get out with her and follow inside considering I'm being led. The inside is nice, actual wood furniture save for the couches and I look around a little, noting pictures of Cassandra and a young man a bit older than me.
"That would be my son, he's in college now and he hates Quentin," She tells me sitting down on her couch.
"Have you told him that you're breaking up with Quentin," I asked, taking off my suit jacket.
"No, but I will, I just want to see his face when he finds out that his 'stepfather' is gone. I'm hoping it helps bridge our gap," She tells me feeling a little soulful.
"I'm a little younger than he is," I state and she nods," And apparently you know more about Kimiko and myself than I'd care for a lot of people to."
"Probably but I know because she told me. Her and I get along because we understand that when needs aren't being met you simply meet the need in a painless fashion and move on," Cassandra explains," And besides you brought yourself here."
"And how does that track," I ask, finally sitting down on the other end of the couch.
"You told Kimiko in the beginning that I sent you to her. When she first told me about what you pulled I was very upset with you but then she told me how you were with her. I was more than a little surprised at her results," Cassie informs me and now it all comes together.
"Well you two were talking about seducing younger men for some fun," I state recalling the emails I read, recalling sex and erotic literature is easy for most guys.
"Yes we were but we're both married, well we both were at the time. I'm glad I was able to help you tonight and regardless of anything else I'm still committed to my donation," Cassie tells me reclining a little on her couch.
"Well thank you for that and the evening but I've kinda been down this road before, not with you per se but in general. Women want things from me, I do things that people don't expect anymore and when they get what they desire from me they want the next thing," I state and Cassandra laughs a little.
"And what would the next thing be oh pray tell," She asks, almost oblivious to the situation.
I smile, I guess this is her game, as I stand up and she eyes me casually. I take my tie off and put it next to my suit jacket and take time to unbutton my shirt, this has Cassie's attention and as soon as I get the shirt completely open and off I don't know what she was drinking but she sets it down and holds her hand up for me to stop.
"That I did not expect," Cassie informs me a little off.
"What," I asked, confused.
"Look at you, did you work out to get that way," She asks and I nod," Now I'm a little embarrassed."
"I see no reason to be," I state and sit back down.
"I've had a few surgeries, the girls are one. A little here and there but you're naturally well built and it's a little odd for someone your age," she states plainly.
"Unless they're from New Jersey," I joke and she chuckles a little.
I figure a little help is needed and move to the floor and pull Cassandra's hips out a little from the cushion. She's more than a little surprised at my forward nature, the surprise grows as I push her skirt up a little revealing bikini bottom black panties. I hook my thumbs under the panty's waist band, more like a string band and pull them down and off her hips and legs. Cassie is trimmed with little brown hair and while there are a multitude of things that I'd love to do there is one thing I know I need to do to help her out of her 'situation'. There is no kissing her thighs or anything subtle as I lower my face down to her womanhood and using my tongue start to trail circles around her clit. Cassandra is leaning backwards and breathing heavily as I slowly take my time working her clit over; I lower my mouth a little and take a few tentative licks at her hole. The reaction is almost immediate as I'm reminded that women have nails and my scalp has nerve endings. I decide to go the full mouth route and place my lips over top of her mound lick and suck in turn. Cassie was breathing hard before but now she's moaning and I glance up to see her doctor made perfect breasts exposed, her hair in a small mess and her hands gripping the couch tightly. I use my own hands to keep her ass on the couch as I make my jaw tired while being relentless on her clit and mound. I hear her whimper a little and speed up my tongue lashing when Cassie's body stiffens and while she doesn't squirt I do have a little on my chin. I slowly bring her back down to earth as her
orgasm subsides and straightens myself upright as Cassie's senses come back to her.
"I think you should go home," She informs me and I'm a little shocked.
"Alright, if that's what you want ma'am," I tell her and start to get dressed.
I dress quietly as Cassandra fixes her dress and sits in a very quiet state on her couch. I don't put my tie on and discover that my phone is dead, fucking hell.
"Mrs. Konklin," I ask using her last name," Could you call me a cab please? My phone is dead and I'm a long way from home."
"Give me a few minutes and I'll drive you back," she says but I stop her.
"No thank you ma'am, a cab will be fine. I don't want to put you out anymore than I have tonight," I tell her, being firm with my point on the matter.