1. An American Swallow


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: VirgoGo, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    the bar. I gave him my most desirous look, as I walked a couple of steps. I stopped abruptly. “I can’t go with you. It wouldn’t be right. And besides, I have to go home. My aunt is expecting me.” “Well, then, Miss Emily, let me walk you home. You have enjoyed your bourbon, and you must be protected. Where do you live?” “It’s not far. Really, I’ll be fine.” “Don’t be silly. I would feel terrible if anything happened to you between here and your home. Give me the address.” “Uhm, my aunt has a suite next door, at the Willard. Truly, it’s no trouble, but it’s kind of you to offer.” I looked down and wobbled. “No more arguments. I shall take you to your aunt. What is the suite?” He began guiding me towards the exit. “We’re in 601, but really, I’ll be OK.” Just then, I stumbled on a carpet edge. Dimitri looked gallant as he held my bicep tightly, but I could no more fall than I could get away. He steered me through the lobby of the Willard Hotel, with its enormous ferns and heavy furniture. I felt grateful that Edward had chosen to put his cameras in such an elegant place. Edward only wanted to assess the viability of my scenario, not execute the entire plan, and I remained comfortable doing the test run. The bellman, in his sharp red suit and white gloves, saluted as we entered the elevator. “Good evening, Miss Peterson.” We ascended in silence. When the elevator doors opened, Dimitri propelled me forward, never slowing or showing a second of hesitation. “Give me the key, Miss ...
    Emily.” I found the key in my purse and handed it to Dimitri. He unlocked the door and flung it open. “Hello!! I have your niece here!!” I held my finger to my mouth, and giggled. “Shhhhhh…Someone might hear you. But it won’t be my aunt. She’s away.” Dimitri then scooped me up, walked inside the suite, and shut the door, dead-bolting it behind us. Any lingering buzz from the bourbon evaporated. “Oh! Uhm! Hello! Can I order us some tea from room service?” “No tea, thank you. We have other things to address. When we were at the Occidental, you wanted to know how I would worship you. I will show you now.” He never put me down. He walked over to a closed door and opened it, revealing an enormous bedroom. “That’s my aunt’s room. We can’t go in there. Uhm…Mine is over there.” I pointed. He marched over to the second door and flung it open. This smaller bedroom had a four poster bed with a carved headboard and a heavy blue coverlet. The bureau and nightstand displayed the flotsam befitting a twenty year old Bryn Mawr student. The closet contained all the appropriate garments. Dimitri deposited me gently on the bed. He then removed his shoes, and placed his jacket, vest and tie on a hanger in the closet. He lay down beside me. I had just demonstrated the mechanics of the honeytrap. I’d gotten Dimitri out of the bar and into a bedroom where discreet cameras were recording our every move. My formal mission was accomplished. I could feign a headache or exhaustion; girls got cold feet all ...
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