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As she rejoined the party, Amanda surveyed gallery room. Everything was as it had been a short time ago, save for the string quartet moving on to a new piece. She passed through the gallery room, in the process grabbing another champagne glass from an attendant, and made her way to the reception room with the Mucha painting displayed. Some patrons were still crowded around the painting, while others had dispersed into chatting groups. As she scanned the room, she saw that the antechamber room door had been closed, but that Melville still vigilantly stood in front. She knew that to get to the second floor, she had to be escorted by Kellner or Melville, and she also knew that to get to Kellner, she had to go through Melville, so either plan involved getting to Melville. She knew what she had to do. Taking a large gulp of champagne, she ran her hand down her body, smoothing out her dress, and then began her seductive journey across the room towards Melville.

With every step, Amanda owned the room. Eyes began to fixate on her, and she had to admit, she loved the attention. Almost every man was giving her the once over, with their dates getting upset with them, but even some of the women in the room took specific notice of her body. Amanda liked captivating an audience. A new pride came to her when she noticed Melville cease his scan of the room and become fixed on her. As she stepped closer and closer, she watched his eyes run up and down her body and a smile come to his face.

Melville was built, that is for sure. Standing at six feet, four inches, he towered over most in the room, and his body appeared to be solid muscle. As a bodyguard for Kellner, he was a deterrent on appearance alone, yet the intelligence profile proved that Melville was no goon. He was a graduate from an ivy-league school, and he had run several of Kellner’s private art galleries, so he had a head on his shoulders as well. Amanda knew that she would have to not only work at outwitting him, but would also have to rely heavily on her feminine wiles. Women were the major weakness in Melville’s psychological profile.

As Amanda closed in on Melville, he complimented her, “With all the fine works of art in this house, my dear, you may be the finest.” Amanda had to admit, it was a good opening line. “My name is Eric Melville. I hope you are having an enjoyable evening?” Amanda swayed her body back and forth in a flirting manner. “I’m Amanda, and I’ve enjoyed everything I have seen so far,” She said, her eyes meeting his. Did he just blush a bit? She knew that she had hooked him. Now to reel him in. she asked Melville to tell what he could about Kellner’s new painting, and while he told her the story, she let her index finger dip into the champagne. Melville continued talking, but was fixated on the finger, and how she lifted it out of the glass, and slowly into her mouth, sucking the champagne off of it. Melville stuttered, and cleared his throat.

'I’ve got him,’ Amanda spoke to herself. She moved a hand up onto his shoulder and asked, “perhaps you could give me tour of the mansion…a private tour?” Melville returned to his somewhat stoic state, saying, “Mr. Kellner has guided tours of the mansion every day. For a fee, you can have a complete tour with a history of all of the art works.” Amanda didn’t want to let him off the hook yet. Admittedly, interactions like this were part of her training. Being able to seduce a mark, and manipulate him, or her, was an essential part of her intelligence training, and she knew now was the time to pull out all of the stops.

“Oops,” she said as she ‘accidentally’ lost a shoe, and she leaned herself on him for support. She pressed her body into him, giving him a physical sensation of the goods, and then lifted her right leg a bit. It cut through the open slit in the dress, revealing her shapely thigh and calf to his full view. She reached down and adjusted her shoe, and lowered her leg. He watched intently as it disappeared from view back into the dress. Amanda continued her flirtation, “See, the problem is, I won’t be in L.A. tomorrow, so I could only really do the tour now. Besides, I bet you give a far better tour then the guide. And, as far as your fee…I am sure we can work out an appropriate ‘price’ that would benefit you.”

She saw Melville actually gulp as she sensed his imagination running through the hundreds of scenario for his ‘fee’. “I, I, really don’t know if I can do that right now, Amanda. It’s, uh, not that I don’t want to, it’s just that I, uh, can’t really, um…” Amanda loved watching him squirm, and grasp for words. She loved watching him try to collect himself in her presence, and failing. “Well, if you can’t accommodate me, I am sure I can find a man around here that can,” She said, pouting and feigning disappointment. She walked away slowly, swaying her body intentionally at him, and pretended to flirt with one of the waiters. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the antechamber door open. Kellner was there, and he spoke intently with Melville. Melville nodded in reply, and as Kellner was about to leave, Melville asked him a question. She watched as Melville gestured towards Amanda. Kellner gave her a once over, smiled, and patted Melville on back, and nodded. As Kellner closed the door, Melville motioned to two male attendants. They approached him, and took over his position at the door. It appears Kellner had given Melville the ok to have some fun. Amanda turned her back to him as he approached. She continued talking with the waiter when she felt his strength of his hand on bare skin of her back. She took a deep breath, reveling in sensation, and then turned to face him. “I guess I am free to take you on that tour now,” Melville said, offering his arm. Amanda took a champagne, and then his arm. They were off.