Attending the party

Carmine flicks through a series of images on her phone until she comes across a woman dressed in some strange clothing, “Here’s the daughter again.”

“Where’d you get this?”

“What do you mean? It’s a promotional image from one of her films. The joy of targeting celebrities, you know exactly who they are.”

“So you want me to seduce her and bring her to the hotel? What if she wants to stay at the party?”

“Then it’s plan B. If you get her alone but she doesn’t want to go, message me.”

“Won’t her dad get suspicious?”

“Not when she comes back none the worse for wear. She’s old enough to make her own decisions, until we stop her anyway.”

You adjust your suit and glance out of the car window. Carmine has busted out the first of her “couple outfits” as soon as she received the opportunity. A navy-blue suit with a black collar for you, and an identically coloured dress for her. In typical Carmine fashion, it proudly displays her huge western tits for every person in the near vicinity, and an equal amount of leg and thigh. If it were polite company she’d probably not be let inside. But of course, you and her are supposedly the biggest investors in the target’s company. Mister Jayesh Krishna is in for a big shock.

“I’ll be waiting outside with the car,” Leah says, “It’s a five-minute drive to the hotel. That means you can grab her, brainwash her and get her back before they even notice.”

Leah pulls onto a long red brick drive until you reach an open entrance, with several party goers already outside chatting and schmoozing. The house is out of place, wedged between the high rises of the inner city and the high-class suburbs that are a few minutes away. It’s sheer white façade makes a striking impression. It’s three stories tall, with plants and shrubs giving it a splash of green. An Indian flag flies on a towering pole in the centre, he must be feeling patriotic.

“Let’s dazzle them,” Carmine smirks. You get out first and walk around the car, opening the door for Carmine and holder her hand as she exits. Carmine coils around your arm like a viper, pressing her considerable assets onto your arm as you approach the front door. There’s a doorman checking that everyone is invited.

“What name are we under?” you whisper.

“Miss Carson plus one.”

“Plus one?”

“I write as few names as I have to.”

Right, secrecy. The doorman isn’t a big fellow, in fact you could probably bench press him with one arm at this point. Of course the first part of security is deterrence, raise the level of effort needed until only the boldest criminals would dare try. It’s too bad that he’s playing against Carmine Carson. His eyes flick down to Carmine’s open dress for a split second, “Names?”

“Miss Carson and her plus one,” she says with a seductive tone. The man scans a list and nods, crossing it off when he finds her name.

“Mister Krishna is in the living room to the right, if you’d like to make your greetings.”

“Thank you, baby,” she smiles, pulling you inside into a lavish marble floored lobby. The open plan space leads to an absurdly oversized kitchen, and an equally huge living area where dozens of men and women are gathered. A television plays clips from his company’s latest movies. At the middle of the storm is a fat man with a long curly moustache.

“Is that the mark?”

“Yes. Let me handle the talking for now.” Carmine attracts a lot of attention with her… lack of modesty, quickly clearing a path to the man himself. His eyes widen as you both approach.

“Mister Krishna, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Miss Carson!” he smiles affably, “And who is this burly gentleman?”

“This is my partner, John.”

You shake the man’s hand as he takes a sip of his drink, “Get these two something to drink,” The server nods and hands you a glass of wine. “Miss Carson, you are every bit as glamorous as I expected, I think you and my daughter would get along very well.” You have to use all your strength not to laugh. Don’t you worry, they’re going to get very familiar very soon.

Out of the corner of your eye you spy her. Wearing a colourful pink and orange dress that protects her modesty much better than Carmine’s does. The old man waves her over, “Anupama! Come say hello to Miss Carson, I think you’ll like her!”

The girl hesitates, but eventually finds her footing and approaches. Carmine can be intimidating sometimes, but you suspect that the young woman isn’t nearly as enthused about the party as her father is. Perfect, all the easier to convince her away later. She does seem interested in Carmine though. Anupama is a natural beauty that stands in contrast to Carmine. Soft brown eyes and a skinny but fit body.

“Hello, I am Anupama.”

“Carmine,” your partner responds, “I love your dress.”

“Thank you.”

“Anupama is a box office sensation at this moment, and it’s all thanks to your wonderful support Miss Carson. With your investment – we have increased our market share three-fold, and now we have dozens of new names trying to join us!”

“I have an eye for talented businessmen. I knew that you’d deliver results.” Carmine lays the flattery on thick and fast. She’s an expert at massaging blowhards like this until they do what she wants. The success had gotten to his head, and now he’s throwing lavish parties in his Mumbai mansion. You tune out the conversation as Carmine does her thing.

But you notice that Anupama keeps glancing at you, “I’m going to look around the house, is that okay with you?”

He doesn’t even consider the consequences, “Of course! It’s my pride and joy after my daughter.”

“Thank you.” Carmine smirks as you detach from her and leave the group. Keep your nerve, all you have to do is talk to her without her father around. You look back and notice that Anupama has also made her excuses and followed you into the kitchen. You whistle under your breath as you look around. This place is incredible.

“Excuse me,” a soft but demanding voice comes from behind you, “Are you Miss Carson’s husband?”

You turn and smile at the actress. “No, not yet. We’ve only been together for a short while, and she’s always so busy.”

She nods and nurses the glass between her hands, “…”

She needs a push, “Would you like to ask me something?” She looks around to make sure that nobody else is in earshot, the noise of the party is such that you could probably shout out loud and not be heard.

“I think you’re… sexy.”

“Oh really?”

She nods, “All of the men that my father finds are so boring. They don’t even have any… any girth!”

You snort, “Girth? Don’t you mean muscles?”

She nods again, “Yes! They’re all too weak for me! You on the other hand, you are very sexy and big!”

“I’m sensing that your father isn’t the biggest fan of this desire?”

She huffs, “He is a moron. He thinks he knows what’s best for me, but I am old enough to make my own decisions. I am not his property.” Jackpot, how does Carmine pick these people out so easily?

“You know, me and Carmine have something of an arrangement… sometimes we bring other women into the bedroom with us.”

She gasps, “Really?”

“Definitely, it’s trendy back where we come from. It’s a great way to spice things up.”

Anupama is getting excited. The prospect of rebelling against her father is too god for her to pass up, “Could you… ask her for me?”

“I don’t have to; we’ve been doing it for years!”

She places a hand on your chest and presses down, “Hm. You’re so big.” She bites her lip, “I want you.”

You slip a hand around her waist and pull her closer, “Do you want to go out to the car? We can have some fun without him knowing…” She doesn’t even hesitate as you kiss her neck and pull her away from the counter. Leah is already waiting with the car; you hustle the woman into the back before anybody notices what’s happening. She crawls backwards on the seat as you follow her inside.

“I’ve been waiting for this.”

“I’ll try to make it a good time for you then.”