She got up from her chair and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him firmly on the lips.

"Oh Conrad," she murmured, "I don't know what I'd do without your strength. You always know exactly what to do."

He held her close and she could feel a rising bulge grow beneath his trousers, and her fingers closed lightly around it.

"Tell you what, Cindy," he said, breathing heavily, "will you do me a favor in return?"

"Anything you want… anything at all," she said, swaying against him slightly.

"Well, the men who are outside are very important people to me, close associates, and maybe we could give them a little party tonight?" His voice was tender, but she knew by the way that he said it that she had no choice in the matter at all.

"But that's what the police want to prove I'm doing," she pleaded, pulling away from him slightly.

"I know, darling," he went on, "but this is just a private little party and you know that you're safe here." His voice became more authoritative as he spoke and once again he pulled her close to him, running his hands up and down over the curve of her spine and resting on the full, soft globes of her buttocks.

"If you think it will be all right," she condescended, "but I'll have to call Frankie and tell him I won't be home till later. I couldn't reach him earlier."

"Never mind that," he whispered, "I'll call him for you and tell him you're doing me a special favor… for a special price… and I'm sure he won't mind." He chuckled softly and pinched her soundly on the behind and sent her out into the other room.

The men were all standing around drinking and talking among themselves when she entered the room. Their conversations stopped and all eyes were on her, mentally undressing her.

"Don't let me interrupt… please," she said with a forced seductive smile. "Conrad will be out in just a moment."