Tabatha's Betrayal

“Just like a replica of an old plantation home” Tabatha admitted, trying to keep the idea that she might not be the center of attention after all for the next two weeks out of her head, and then was startled as Randy proudly corrected her.

“No replica. It is the oldest and still grandest home on the entire island, the exterior perfectly restored as it was three hundred years ago, the interior…well you’ll see”

And Tabatha had to admit as the double glass doors were held open for her and she entered…Tony’s impeccable taste and fine hand was evident in the grand interior as well. The wide open main floor lent to that impression, each room flowing into the next, delicate furniture and crystal chandeliers mutely stating wealth and precision, the two native women swaying over to a loveseat beside a gigantic fireplace and without being told to sat down out of the way.

“This must have cost you thousands” Was the comment she gave Tony as she fingered the fabric of another settee and admired the high shine of the wood floor, so perfect she could see her own reflection in it. What went thru her mind was the suddenly small amount she had forced from him in the name of child support, an amount he had never been late on sending, or shirked from either.

“I could verify the exact amount with my accountant if it would satisfy your curiosity, Tabby” Came the reply and a second nickname she wished forgotten, one that she scowled at as she eyes the two young women caressing each other. “And neither is that”

“As you wish” Tony bowed slightly, his lips turned upward in an irritating smirk as she spoke fluently to the two women, then turned back to her. “You must forgive them, the natives here are much more open and freer with their expressions of…care”

Tabatha nodded, still admiring the interior of the floor that could have shamed any state side home. Or castle, and wondered if she had been the one missing out on things.

“Perhaps Randy will have the honor of showing you to your rooms?” Tony gently intruded into her thoughts. “I have a few matters to attend to before dinner, please tell me if there is anything that doesn’t suit you when we dine, and I’ll have it changed to your tastes immediately.”

And without further fuss Tony turned and moved…no glided from the room, Tabatha decided watching him, then followed her son as he smiled and lent her his arm, walking beside her up the grand staircase that could easily accompany 20 couples side by side.

“I see why you were reluctant to come home after each visit, Randy,” She quietly admitted, her hand sliding up the rail that shined with the sheen of…real gold? “And why you were eager to return as well”

“The house is quite stunning, Tabatha” Randy amazed her in using her name and not the usual “mama” and the almost paternal pat of the hand he gave hers as they climbed the stairs and paused at the second floor landing to look out the ocean side windows. “But it is not what drew me here each time, or made me decide to live here, not at all”

The words intrigued Tabatha and as Randy led her to an open southern doorway and into the rooms she imagined were Tony’s own, she asked. “And what is the draw, if I might ask…and why did you bring me to HIS rooms?”

“The draw will be explained to you tonight, Tabatha” Randy used her name again and leered down her front, the action not missed by her as he pointed out her bags. “And these are the guest quarters, set aside for only Senor Antonio’s special people, he was serious about them suiting your needs”

Again the room took her breath away, the feminine aspects of it quite appealing to her; the doors open to a bedroom beyond and another ocean view beside the enormous four-poster bed.

“All original I presume?” She inquired, having little else to say and not surprised.

“Of course Tabatha” Randy replied with a smirk “Now I will leave you to freshen up before dinner…and dress formal, as the dinner is in your honor”

Tabatha wandered about the suite and then out onto the open veranda, the smell of the garden below like heaven to her as the waves gently lapping at the private shore were the violins. Smiling to herself she knew she wasn't about to give up on being the most eye stunning woman at her own dinner party and was suddenly glad she had packed the risqué outfit she had picked out on a whim. Cooing in delight as she moved backed into the opulent rooms she found the sunken bath and as water hit the sides of the deep tub the steam filled the air and she slid into it. Scented oils and perfumes were neatly arrayed to one side and she chose several, cinnamon, wild berry and lemon creating her own unique and favorite blended scent as they foamed together and she washed her skin with a huge sponge. Leaning back she began to daydream again, the same dream she had been enjoying for many lonely nights, the one where she was perched over a man's groin and suckling his swelling member, listening to his moans of passion and protest as she forced him to orgasm. But instead of her son's young face and eyes staring at her in amazement as she raised her cum filled lips and satiated eyes this time it was the leering face of her ex-husband, his hands wrapped in her hair as he grinned at her and forced her down for a too soon second round.

Tabatha's eyes popped open and her hands came out from between her groin, her own orgasm stolen away...the relief she had so desperately sought gone as she recalled the image of Tony's face and that all knowing sneer. With a grimace she pulled herself from the water, loathe leaving the safe haven she had found and unsatisfied in the task her fingers had set out on as well.

"Maybe tonight I'll find myself two bare-chested studs" She laughed to herself as she dried and then used a light fragrant oil, the need to shave not evident from the depilatory treatment she had sought earlier in the week. "And then I'll be the one sneering as Tony finds he isn't the shining star anymore and vies for MY attention"

Amused she dressed carefully, the daring black thong going on, then the garter belt and hose, and finally the silk, sheer dress she had found in a moment of weakness and fantasy.

"If this doesn't knock them over, they're gay" She stated and admired herself in the full length mirror, the twin diamond studs sparkling in her ears as she fit a tiny necklace of glass over her throat as a choker. Her hair piled high and regally on her head she bent to the task of lacing the high heels to her carefully tended feet; the color of both toe and fingernails matching the dark red of her neatly trimmed pubic hair, slightly darker than her head. Nodding she tugged the dress down her slim hips and admired her derriere and the cut of the long dress as she practiced swaying about in it.

"Knock their socks off and rock their cocks" She twisted an old song line about, and then giggled to herself as she moved to the door and the hall outside. Below the soft tendrils of a sad and poetic song of love and lust wisped up to her ears and she smiled, thinking it a recording of a sonnet she hadn't heard in too many years.

"Welcome Lady Tabby" The voice of her boisterous son came to her as she tried to glide down the steps, her hand on the gold rail...she was positive it was real gold now, after seeing her rooms...and looked to Randy as he leaned over a grand piano and hid the figure bent over the keys.

"Yes, Welcome to our lovely guest" Came the deeper tones of her ex-husband as she looked in surprise at his face as he leaned over from behind Randy.

"When have you played the piano...and so well at that?" She queried as she found herself at the foot of the stairs, her own grand entrance stolen by her musical discovery. Moving to the pair at the piano she accepted a long necked crystal glass and the golden liquid within, then sipped at it before wrinkling her tiny nose in appreciation. "Is this...?"

"The tangerine champagne made in that California vineyard you so loved?" Tony finished for her and poured more into her glass from the bottle assuring her it was with its label. "I bought it a few years ago and am proud to see it do so well...at least in the preppy clubs in the U.S. of A."

"Then I'll have an endless supply from now on, shan't I?" Tabatha retorted in teasing tone, the surprises continuing to add up too quickly as she repeated. "Now. The piano playing?"

"A gift given to me by a woman who inspired me while she visited" Tony supplied smoothly "She revealed a need to be creative and an appreciation for music I didn't know I had."

"You learned all this in such a short time, from a guest?" Tabatha questioned in near awe, cringing at the fact she almost...ALMOST admired the unknown quality in Tony. "Amazing"

"Even more so when you know Senor Antonio's former guests name" Randy spoke proudly, then mock whispered the name of a famous and stunningly beautiful woman, seconds before Tony could hush him as he looked at his son in an admiring gaze.

"Hush, Son...Surely Lady Tabby could care less of my former "guests"