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Who was this man, to command such attention, wondered Jennie.  She sighed.  She’d enjoy this evening for what it was.
    Dan got a devilish glint in his eye.  He knew just how randy Mick felt, and determined to help his friend along a little.
    “To your divorce, Mick,” He toasted.  “I know how glad you are to be moving on, to be free again,” he toasted.
    “Yes, Mick,” added Lucy, “To your next, happier, relationship.…”
    Mick looked at Lucy, and saw the curve of a perfect breast and even a glimpse of her nipple as she turned to toast Dan.  He felt himself getting harder.  My god, if he was sitting across from that all evening, he’d be sporting quite a bulge by the end of the evening, be in extreme agony…
    He glanced down at Jennie.  Her neckline plunged as well, and he could see a glimpse her nipples peeking out as she leaned forward to catch Lucy’s words. Her tits looked delectable. Oh so kissable…
    Mick turned to Jennie with a dazzling smile.
    “I was lucky, Jennie. I married in haste and repented at leisure, but the young lady didn’t have very good legal advice, so I got away with giving her two million pounds and no alimony, and more importantly, no claim on my future earnings.”
    He knew that his words surprised Jennie . She hadn’t expected such casual mention of such a large sum of money. She seemed a little shocked, but her gaze didn’t seem to quicken at the sound of his money.  It was almost as if she didn’t care.  Mick was used to women who were as impressed by his bank account as by his fame.  Jennie was probably no different, he thought, just better at concealing it.
    Mick gazed lazily at her.   He liked what he saw a lot. Her skin was pale and flawless, her curves enticing, her face quite beautiful really. He pressed his knee against hers again, a little more firmly. He was blatantly admiring her breasts now.
    She w as staring at him.  This man was so far out of her league, she thought. He spoke as if two million pounds was negligible. She’d be lying to herself if she said she wasn’t impressed, but Jennie had never pursued a man for his money, and she wasn’t about to start now.  Mick’s sex appeal was the magnet drawing her to him…his sex appeal and her own frustrated state.
    Mick smiled at her again, the smile that melted any woman it was directed toward. He could read her mind, he thought. Read how she was feeling out of her depth. He gazed at those tits again, those lovely tits he was going to enjoy shortly.
    Jennie looked at Mick. She waved goodbye to those erotic thoughts she was having about this man and his cock…no, he was way out of her reach. He must have dozens of beautiful, sexy, rich young women at his beck and call.
    Emphasis on the young. Surely he couldn’t fancy a thirty eight year old friend of his friend’s girlfriend? She’d been invited to make up the numbers, she was certain of that. But the hot way he looked at her… no, it must be habit, he must look at all women like that, automatically.
    Mick moved his eyes from Jennie’s breasts up to her eyes and saw the thoughts flooding through her mind.  Saw he was correct. Saw that she had decided he was out of reach.  He smiled to himself. 
    That should serve to make her very grateful when he made his move, and grateful women usually did just what he wanted them to.  He clinked glasses with Jennie, and smiled deeply into her eyes.  Jennie melted, and pressed her knee against his.
    Hmm, Jennie had beautiful eyes, sapphire eyes, and they promised delights…
    Mick felt the current pass between them as their knees touched. Promising, promising.
    Tonight was going to be very good…he would enjoy his dessert, his dessert called Jennie…he wondered what she would taste like.
    Between each course, Mick dropped his hand onto Jennie’s thigh, and each time he did, he pushed her skirt a little higher, and higher, until his hand slipped between her legs and brushed her lace panties, just