Lynn sighed deeply as her gaze moved down over her slender girlish waist to the enticingly rounded hips that led to the delicious sweep of her full-swelling thighs and perfectly formed calves and ankles. Lynn knew that her body was still fantastically desirable to men and, if she didn't love Ed so much, she might be tempted to leave him and find someone else who might appreciate her a little more. But, she continued to cling to the desperate hope that once her husband finally was given the long-awaited key to the Executive Club, he would again begin to pay a little more attention to their marriage. Even though, like many other attractive housewives, the petite blonde had received more than one subtle proposition from friends and even delivery men, she had never considered being unfaithful to her husband. She was determined to wait until Ed realized that his career was not everything in the world and turned back to his loving wife again. Since George McHenry had invited her to the Executive Club, Lynn knew that that day couldn't be far away.
Anyway, she was certain that she was going to get some attention tonight, even if it wasn't from Ed. McHenry had already shown, if only by the look in his eyes, that he was very interested in Lynn, and she was sure that when he got a look at her in this dress he would be even more excited by her appearance. Well, that was what Ed had wanted, and Lynn only hoped she wouldn't have any trouble with her husband's middle-aged boss. She had vowed to make this evening go well, and she didn't want to ruin Ed's chances for the promotion by making McHenry angry with her by being too obvious in fending off his passes.
"Now, stop that worrying, you nit," she suddenly chided herself out loud, hoping that the sound of her own voice would snap her out of the creepy feeling of apprehension she could feel moving like a dark cloud over her mind.
"He's probably just a nice old man with a roving eye," she chided herself, adding, "Anyway, how could he make a pass at you at the Executive Club?"
George McHenry hummed happily to himself as he strode briskly along the icy sidewalks from his side of Stuyvesant Square to the row of houses that contained the Waring residence. It was really too short a distance to drive and, besides, he enjoyed walking through the tiny park, even now in the dead of winter when the trees were covered with snow. Also, the stroll gave him time to re-check the plans that George and his wife, Marian, had carefully worked out for the seduction of young Waring and his lush-bodied little wife.
From the first moment he had seen Lynn Waring at a company cocktail party, McHenry had waited for an opportunity to get his hands on her luscious body. And, after he had managed to get her husband transferred to the Employee Relations Division that he headed, George knew that he had her all but in the sack. Ed Waring was obviously the ambitious type and, though Ed would never admit it, McHenry knew that he would gladly trade his young sweet wife's exciting body for the promotions he was so hungry for.
Yes, George had seen many bright young men like Waring, and he knew just how to handle them, teasing them along with little promotions and salary increases until they were absolutely drooling for that key to the executive washroom. Waring was just like all the rest. In fact, George mused, Waring was such a hard worker that he might even make it to that third vice presidency he had his eye on. But that was up to old Erwin Doud, the president of Amalgamated Industries, though George made certain that Waring thought that he, McHenry, had the final say.
McHenry decided that he wouldn't mind if Waring did get that promotion. After all, the boys at the club would really like to dig into that little blonde wife of his. But even if he didn't make it, George knew that he and Marian were going to have a hell of a good time with the two of them before Waring ever got wise to the game they were playing.
A little snow flurry was just beginning to swirl down to the ground as the paunchy, balding man found the Warings' house number. Chuckling softly to himself, George McHenry mounted the stairs and pressed hard against the doorbell.
"Just a minute, I'm coming…" he heard a feminine voice call from somewhere in the house.
Not yet, baby, McHenry thought to himself with a lewd grin. But don't worry, we've got all night to let you blow those sweet little nuts of yours.
CHAPTER 2
George McHenry took Lynn's arm and guided her up the stone steps and to the large oaken door of the Executive Club. It had taken them but four or five minutes to walk from the Waring home to the club building and Lynn had been surprised to find that Ed's superior was extremely polite and an interesting conversationalist. Of course, he had looked at her very admiringly when he first came into the house and saw her in the black cocktail dress. But, Lynn didn't object to looks like that. Now, she was beginning to wonder if perhaps she hadn't simply imagined the lewd look in his eyes when she had first been introduced to McHenry at the company cocktail party.
"Well, good evening, Mr. McHenry," a voice seemed to come from nowhere. Lynn looked around, then saw that a panel in the heavy door had been pulled aside and a round face peered out at them from where the panel would have been. As she stared in astonishment, the panel was suddenly closed again and the door quickly opened to them by a short, but powerful-looking man in a tuxedo. He waved them inside, saying, "It's nice to see you again, sir, and how's the missus?"
"Fine, Bert, just fine," George answered jovially as he pressed a five-dollar bill into the man's palm. "This is Mrs. Waring. She's the wife of one of our brightest young men and she'll probably be coming quite regularly to the club very soon. I've brought her tonight to show her around."
Lynn felt a momentary thrill of elation at McHenry's words, but it didn't quite overcome the feeling of uneasiness brought on by the strange ritual with the door panel. Of course, she knew that no one was welcome to the Executive Club except the heads of the corporation, but she didn't understand why any intruder wouldn't be recognized as soon as they walked in the door. The strange ceremony at the door, combined with the secrecy that cloaked the activities of the club from outsiders, made her wonder what in the world happened here.
Her anxiety was only heightened as the doorman began to blatantly survey her body, obviously curvaceous even under the heavy coat she wore, with beady eyes gleaming in appreciation. "Yes, sir!" he abruptly exclaimed, nodding his head enthusiastically. "They're going to like her in there. all right. There's no doubt about that!"
"Bert, Mrs. Waring is my guest tonight," McHenry said with a slight note of warning in his voice. "She's not a member yet. Make sure the others understand that!"
"Yes, sir. Excuse me, sir," the door man mumbled, instantly contrite. "I'll go arrange for a table for you."
Lynn felt a little sorry for the little man and wondered why McHenry had been so harsh. She supposed that he was worried about the members divulging club secrets or something, but still his cold tone of voice seemed to have been a little too severe. What difference did it make whether the others knew that she was not a member of the Executive Club? For a moment, she was slightly annoyed with McHenry, imagining that he had merely been trying to remind her of her place, but then she noticed that he was smiling at her with the same charm he had exercised since they had left her house.