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and reflected the glass and steel design that exuded strength and forward thinking.  The bold design was so in tune to the man Price was.  Hard, uncompromising and striking.
    “It’s beautiful, Price.”
    They entered the elevator and before the doors had time to close, Price pressed her up against the mirrored wall.  He delicately fingered a spiral curl that softened her elegant updo.  “You're exquisite tonight, Serena.  I don’t know what I’m looking forward to more; showing off my latest venture, or fucking you in that sexy dress.  You’re beautiful.”
    “You’re not too bad yourself.”
    Sexy and confident in an impeccable tuxedo, which he filled out, Price was sure to outshine any celebrity who accepted his invitation to his club’s grand opening.
    “Are you looking forward to what I have in mind for you?”
    The doors slid open and they were greeted with the sights and scents of money; obscene money.  Dapper waiters worked silently but efficiently through the elite crowd.  Designer gowns filled the room with elegant black, hot red and royal blue.  Women dripped with diamonds, emeralds and sapphires, while the men displayed their multi-carat rings and cufflinks.  Polite conversation buzzed in the air as men discussed finances and women compared fashions.  A few single socialites hung on every word that came from the handsome actors in attendance.
    Price paraded Serena around the room making brief introductions.
    “And this is Stanley Hudgens.” Price said.
    Serena extended her hand to the older and much dignified man.  “Nice to meet you.”
    “He’s one of my favorite directors and I’m thrilled he decided to come.”  He vigorously shook the older man’s hand.  “I absolutely loved your last film.  Very thought provoking, and the aerial shots were spectacular.”
    “Thank you.  I did have a great crew.”
    “You're far too modest.”
    “I heard this was going to be a big night,” Mr. Hudgens said with a paternal pat on Price’s shoulder.  “I’m happy to be here.”
    As the hour wore on, people gradually found their seats and awaited their meal.
    “Hungry?” Price whispered in her ear.
    She nodded as he led her to a table with a grand view of the harbor and the last remnants of the setting sun.  “This is spectacular, Price.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen the harbor quite like this.”
    “I wouldn’t accept anything less.”
    A waiter set a small platter of bite size appetizers on the table and nodded as he retreated.
    “These should hold you over until dinner is served.”  Price picked up a thin crisp topped with a smoked oyster.  “Here, how do like these?”  He slipped the oyster into her mouth and ran his finger over her lips as she chewed.
    “I think I got my fingers dirty just for you,” he whispered.
    “Let me show my appreciation,” she purred dutifully.  She held his hand and selected his index finger.  With her smoldering gaze locked on Price, she licked the length of the digit and gently wrapped her lips around the tip before taking the entire finger into her mouth.  She repeated the process with every finger, sucking every digit clean.
    Price chose another appetizer and clumsily stuffed it in his mouth.  As juice trickled down his chin, he gazed at her, his eyes demanding and hungry.  She leaned into him and wiped a drop off with her finger. With suggestive, slow motions, she passed her finger over her mouth then slowly pressed it through her pouting lips.
    “Good?”
    “It’s delicious.”  She leaned closer and licked his smooth chin up to the corner of his mouth.
    His lips remained unresponsive as she began again, licking up to the other corner of his mouth.  He groaned and closed his eyes as she swept her tongue across his lips.  Only when she snaked her tongue in to truly taste him did he respond.  He slipped his hand into the tight bodice of her strapless gown, and trailed his finger through the valley of her breasts.
    Aware