Darlington went completely berserk when he couldn't find Samantha in the room, no matter how much he searched. His heart was thudding pàinfully in fear and his mouth dry, from anxiety.
He rushed into the bathroom, hoping that she could be inside, trying to come up with another mischîef, but she was nowhere in the bathroom as well.
"Oh dear God, where is this little wîtch? What am I going to tell her parents?" he thought worriedly, cupping his forehead in deep thoughts.
Suddenly, his phone began to ring in his pocket. It was chief, calling at that time of the night.
"Hey Darlington, Samantha…" he began and Darlington started gasping for air.
His heart was beating so wildly, you'd think it'd escape the ribcage's confine any moment.
"Erm sir, actually, madam told me to…" Darlington stammered, so sure that Samantha had said something to her father.
He was just hoping the little she-dèvil didn't really send the video she just thrèatened to send to him
"But why is chief calling at this time of the night? What else could have made chief call me when we already agreed on the time I'll to go pick him up tomorrow morning?" Darlington thought, perspiring abnormally
Chief's voice broke through at once, ordering him to be quiet and listen to what he had to say
"Darlington, Samantha is in a hotel club at this time of the night, despite all that I have told you, and how far you know I can go with anyone that messes with my daughter.
"Why is Samantha in a club by this time? What is my daughter doing, dancing with these rüffians that are toying with her body? What if someone recognizes her or these idiôta go beyond this stupîd dance?" chief asked angrily.
"Ruffiàns? Samantha is in the club again? I'm sorry Chief, I'll go get her now" Darlington answered hurriedly.
"In the club again? Now, that means you're aware that my daughter, the only child of chief Magnus was in a night club before. Is this what you're trying to say?" chief screamed in askance.
"It's not what you think chief. Actually, after I picked madam up from the airport, she asked that we got something to eat before heading home
"Samantha chose All Stars for the dinner and somehow made madam agree to let us stay in the hotel for the night.
"Madam was very tired and wanted to go home, but hearing that you weren't coming home, she worried about how Samantha was going to take it, so she agreed.
"Samantha wanted to dance, so madam insisted that I went to the club with her, to watch over her and ensure that she returned to the room safely" Darlington explained
"I see! So my wife entrusted our daughter's safety in your hands, yet you let Samantha wander out of your sight?" chief queried.
"Not exactly sir. I actually…" Darlington was explaining but chief cut him off with a sharp rebuke.
"Quiet Darlington. What stupîd excuse do you have now? I can see my daughter dancing like a maniàc here, where the hèll are you?' chief asked
His words hit Darlington, realization hitting him like a tidal wave.
"Oh shit. Did you say you're in this hotel chief? I mean, is it possible that you're here with… I mean, madam is also here and could see…" Darlington asked, trailing off.
Then it seems chief's anger that didn't let him pay attention to the part where Darlington said his wife was in the hotel, gave way instantly.
"Ah oh yes. I've got to get a change of hotel right now. If my wife runs I to me and her friend's daughter, she'll kîll someone.
"Quickly Darlington, get down to the club and take Samantha to her room. I'll have your head if something happens to my daughter" chief said and hung up
Darlington exhaled sharply. He didn't know that he was holding his breath, all the while he spoke with chief.
"Oh great! So that she-dèvil went back to the club. To do what exactly?" he thought as he raced all the way to the club to find Samantha.
Chief sent a message, telling him that he already left the hotel, and urging him to ensure his daughter was safe.
Darlington read the message and let out a long hiss, wondering if he didn't make a mistake by staying on in Chief Magnus' employ, despite knowing that all the deadly secrets and affairs the couple were keeping will someday explôde in everyone's face.
"See how the troubles keep multiplying. First it was simply covering up for chief, while he ran round town with women of different ages and classes, ünder aged girls not left out.
"Then I found out about his wife's penchant for young boys too, yet I stayed on, letting them toss me here and there.
"And now, I have to also deal with their over pampered and poórly raised daughter, who thinks she knows what a man and woman's relationship is about" he thought in frustration.
Chief called again, asking if he had already seen Samantha.
"I just got here chief. Please hang up, so I don't have to face her barrage of questions about how you knew she was here" Darlington replied, screàming into the phone receiver, to overcome the noise inside the club.
Chief grunted and hung up, satisfied that his daughter was now safe, since Darlington had arrived there.
If only he worried about Darlington being safe as well or that of his wife's friend's daughter that he had been slamming all evening!
Samantha was dancing with a group of boys, looking already intoxicated. The boys seemed very happy as they took turns to töuch and rock her body.
"Come here now!" Darlington screamed in annoyance, pulling Samantha away from the grips of the hórny boys, who by now were all bearing different degrees of êrections.
"What is wrong with you Samantha? What in God's name is this?" Darlington chided her, snatching a bottle of whiskey from her hand.
Samantha looked at him, blinking rapidly to adjust her eyes to see the person in front of her.
"Oh dear! What a kîll joy. How did you find me here?" she grumbled, trying to free herself, but Darlington wasn't about to let her go.
He pulled her out of the club, but she refused to return to the room with him.
"Let me be Darlington. I am not a baby you can control the way you want. For God's sake what do you want?
"You have clearly refused to do as I have asked of you, yet you won't let me get it elsewhere?
"I have told you how much I love you and why I chose you to be the one who makes me a wôman, but you have refused me.
"Are you also going to stop me from dance away my sorrows? Please go away now and let me be" she told him, brushing his hands away from hers and tried to return to the club.
Darlington didn't wish to keep arguing with her. He knew that there were chances of getting recognized, if they spent so much time arguing and drawing attention, so he just scooped her into his arms and walked right back to their suite.
Samantha wanted to struggle, she willed herself to protest, but he was carrying her in his powerful arms, and while her breàsts were getting càressed by his masculine frame, his hand were holding the soft mound behind her, sending chilling waves around her body
Shé found herself quickly deciding to try again, so sure that Darlington was going to succumb this time.
And so, while he walked towards their suite, Samantha flung her slender arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder, as though she was sleeping.
Her warm breath began to fan Darlington's neck, her feminine fragrance, carèssing his nostrils as he trudged on.
"We're here now Samantha. Please let go of my neck" he told her when he realized that she wasn't letting him put her down.
Samantha didn't say a word, she simply pulled her head from his shoulder, enough to let her have his lips.
Darlington stood numbly, his brain refusing to issue signals for some moments, as Samantha kissed him hungrily.
His hands slid off her body, but it was his undoing. Samantha let her body slide down his bôdy, not caring that she had by this time encircled him with his legs.
She continued to slide down slowly, until an obstruction stopped her. Yes! His phàllus had become rock hard that it could stand as a barrier.
And now, Samantha was literally sitting on his phàllus, leaving the poôr propagator, at the mercies of her weight.
Her lips held Darlington's still, and her hands, his neck. She was kissing him like a vixèn, but Darlington's knees were buckling because of the helplessness his phàllus was now subjected to, having to be surrounded by the warmth and wètness that oozed from her gateway to bliss.
"Damnit! This girl was dancing without panties down there? Or could she be wearing a g-strïng" Darlington wondered.
Samantha didn't leave him so much time to wonder because she pulled his left hand and guided it from her back, to the pleàsure spot.
Darlington gasped and pulled his hand away sharply, but his action only seemed to amuse Samantha.
She began to laugh quite lóudly, throwing her head back without a care in the world.
"This girl is dàngerous. She's going to get you into hot soup if you don't watch it" his head told him, but his heart was saying otherwise.
"Come on, don't be too harsh to this girl, cut her some slacks. Her parents have left her feeling unloved, she's just misinterpreting love" his heart said.
"Please Samantha, stop this and sit for a while let's talk" he told her, but she was looking at his face, taking in all his features, and licking her lips làsciviously.
Darlington was wearing but a loose short he planned to go to bed with, when chief made him run to the club to fetch Samantha, so he was feeling really uncomfortable with how his phàllus continued to push against the short, threatening to jump out on its own.
It seemed Samantha was reading his thoughts because just as he was thinking about how easily his phàllus could be out of the shorts, Samantha's free hand tugged at it, freeing the already protesting propagator at once.
"What is this?" Darlington yélled in reaction. Samantha fell backwards and landed on the bed, leaving Darlington to gape in shock at her wide spread lêgs
He turned clumsily to go, but ended up tripping on Samantha's leg and fell right in top of her, with his phàllus going before him
In the last second, he tried to save himself, but just like the last time, he was right in front of the garden of pleàsure, and his cap seemed super skilled in engaging with the dèvil's doorbell.
"Darling, you're going to do this now or get both of us in trouble. This is the second time you're teasing me this way, without really taking me
"I'm already too hot and wèt to sleep tonight. If you don't do it, then I must sneak outside and find a man to do it.
"And trust me, I'd be sending my dad the video, right after what I'll do with that man.
"So choose now Darling. Will you do as I've asked and have us keep our secret affair from mum and dad, or you'll prefer another man to do it, while you take the blame for it?" she asked, slipping her hands under his shorts and gave his büm a squeeze that seemed to push him further down.
"Sama…" she stuttered
"Are you doing or not?" She asked àngrily
"I will …