After work the business group congregated in the dining room to eat and it was nearly nine by the time the dinner party began to break up. Herb Melville, big and dignified with his thinning hair and expensive suit, looked around at his minions and smiled.

"We've done very well today, gentlemen, and ladies," he said, and reached to his left to gave Cherie's hand a warm squeeze where it rested on the table. The girl smiled and closed her eyes with pleasure at the attention of such a powerful and, yes, an admirable and likeable man. She felt happy and warm that she had pleased him, that he noticed her, perhaps as a woman, beyond the requirements of his business and her function in it. Her eyes met his and she found them warm and affectionate and his hand stayed a while longer on hers.

Ron Wolter saw this gesture as the first sign of interest the head of the corporation had shown in Cherie, and the younger man bit back his jealousy. It appeared that Melville had finally singled her out for himself, and Ron grit his teeth at the thought of Cherie lying on her back with the big, paunchy man fucking and heaving between her perfect, white thighs. Grit his teeth and shook off the thought. Perhaps it would not happen. Perhaps Melville would not make the move. Perhaps the girl would not acquiesce, would resist as she had been taught all her life to do. Her ideals were cause for wonderment around the office and Ron had heard from the good-time girls that worked there that she was a confirmed virgin. So she would probably resist. Well, maybe. But Ron knew such a decision would be hard for the girl, for she needed the job and showed no little fascination with the company she was keeping this week.

As they all departed for their rooms, Ron thought Melville's hand lingered a trifle too long on Cherie's waist as the boss escorted her out of the dining room. Ron looked away and saw Sue Midori sitting alone at the table. He went over to talk to her.