Meeting the Van Lowens

Sam paced the hotel suite. He was nervous, yes, but he also knew there were other emotions stirring in him. This was going to be Vixen's debut as his "fiancée," and there was a part of him that thrilled at the idea of this beautiful woman on his arm, attached to his name, firmly identified as his partner.

The bathroom door opened, and Vixen emerged, wearing an incredibly sexy black dress, with a scoop back, spaghetti straps over the shoulders, and a slit running up to mid-thigh. She spun around and Sam breathed a sigh of relief; as unbelievably sultry as she looked, she was also perfectly classy and in line with the needs of the night. His mouth watered as his eyes gazed over her form, the way in which one could see how fit she was just by the slight flexing of the muscles on her bare back, the way her pert young tits filled out the top despite the lack of a bra.

He scooped her in his arms for a kiss, but she smiled and pushed his lips away.

"Uh-uh, you don't want to mess up my makeup before the dinner, do you?"

***

The car let them out at a towering modern mansion on top of a hill. They were buzzed through the gate and a maid took their coats as a stunning, 5'10" blonde woman dressed in a skin-tight blue dress walked out to greet them.

"Mimi Van Lowen, such a pleasure to meet you both!" She looked to be in her mid-30s, in incredible shape, with sparkling blue eyes. She shook Sam's hand warmly.

"Sam Powers, and this is my fiancée–"

"Vanessa," Vixen smiled back, rejecting Mimi's hand and instead bringing her in for a hug, "thank you so much for inviting us to your beautiful home."

Sam was taken aback to hear the new name, not something he and Vixen had discussed earlier, and he hoped he wouldn't slip up.

"Dick is indisposed on a business call right now, and sends his apologies, but I hope you'll join me for a drink while we wait?"

"Of course, we'd love to," Vixen spoke for both of them.

***

They were sitting in a beautifully adorned living room, with a view of the fog rolling in over the hills of the city, sipping on their drinks.

"So tell me, Vanessa, how did you two meet?"

There was nothing sinister in Mimi Van Lowen's tone or questioning–she'd only been asking perfectly normal questions when you first meet a couple–but Sam still felt his heart racing each time. Luckily, Vixen was on the ball, fielding every question perfectly, and clearly charming Mimi at every turn.

"Oh it's not a very interesting story, really," Vixen replied, "we met online, if I'm being honest. Sam found me and made the first move actually."

Well, that actually is all true, even if it's leaving out some important details, Sam thought.

"I can certainly guess what drew him to you!" Mimi laughed, touching Vixen's arm with a mischievous grin on her face.

"How did you and Dick meet?" Vixen asked in kind.

"My ears are burning," called a baritone voice from just outside the door.

Dick Van Lowen walked in, a dashing man in his late 50s or early 60s, salt-and-pepper hair that was more salt than pepper, but a lean body fit from a lot of outdoor activity over the decades.

"Sam and Vanessa were just asking for the story of how we met," Mimi told him, and Sam could swear there was a little glint in her eye as she made eye contact with her husband.

Dick shook Sam and Vixen's hands and chuckled a little.

"Well, I could bullshit you, but you know that's not my style, Sam. The truth is, Mimi was the stepdaughter of my business partner, came to work for us as an intern, and the next thing you know I'm in the middle of the most expensive divorce of the century!"

It was an awkward moment, but Mimi and Dick just laughed, so Sam and Vixen laughed along with them. Dick pulled Mimi to him by her waist and planted a kiss on her lips.

"Whatever the story, I can see how deeply in love you both are," Vixen said as she sidled up close to Sam.

"Without question, the best decision of my life," Dick replied. "So, I know I'm here to get to know you, and you to know me, before we make another big decision. But I'm starving, you ready for dinner?"

***

90 minutes later, the four of them were laughing over their desserts, the end of a spectacular meal from the Van Lowen's private chef. Dick and Mimi had a dirty sense of humor, and the consumption of 2.5 bottles of fine wine over dinner had made everyone more receptive.

"I gotta say, Sam," Dick slurred slightly, his face a little red from the ****, "I'm glad to know that you and I both share an appreciation for the more beautiful things in life." He nodded to Vixen as he leaned over to give his wife a kiss.

Sam planted his own kiss on Vixen, his hand on her thigh, inhibitions loosened. "All this shit we do, striving and struggling to earn the next buck... what's the point of it if there isn't someone to come home to?" Sam asked.

Mimi giggled. "Vanessa, I think the boys are pumping us up for something!" As she said it, Vixen picked up on the subtle movement of Mimi's arm, her hand hidden under the table, near Dick's lap.

Vixen raised an eyebrow. She slid her own hand up Sam's thigh. "Maybe they're pumping us up to pump them?"

Dick laughed raucously at the joke. "You've got someone special over there, Sam, don't you forget it!"

Vixen leaned over the table, her smooth cleavage on display to the couple on the other side. "What makes you think I'd ever let him forgot for even second," she breathed with a smirk. "Now if you'll excuse me," she got up from the table, "I need to freshen up," and she gave Sam a little wink as she walked away.

Author's note: this will be another branch point in the story, so I'm going to place two options to remind me to circle back, though I'm only proceeding with one branch for now. I'm split on which branch to pursue first (following her versus not following her and staying with the Van Lowens). If you want, you can let me know in the comments what branch you'd like to see first!