<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">There was something to be said about the expensive caviar; not only was it a delicacy enjoyed by the wealthy, but it was Kelly’s first time ever tasting any. Nicholas found many other uses for the roe, too. She found herself lying on her back with spoonfuls being dropped upon her tits and then licked clean, and some smeared along her sex with a butter knife before writhing in the pleasure of Nicholas’ tongue lapping it up. Before too long it was her turn, and the beluga caviar was dripped along his dick and smeared over with her hands. She teased him by running her tongue slowly up and down his entire length, including his balls, and licked up the expensive delicacy with time. They both shared more than a few French kisses too, with the lingering taste of soft caviar upon each other’s buds. Nicholas’ beluga caviar was a rich black in color, so there was something exotic seeing the roe spread over their pale skin.<br/><br/>At Gianna’s party the now familiar delicacy was spread out in canapé morsels. The beluga caviar was smeared along oval-shaped stale bread that had been sautéed in spices. Kelly was quick to pick her out a few of these finger-foods and play a game of tease with Nicholas while surrounded by so many strangers. She didn’t really care if anyone saw her tilt the bread and use her tongue to lick the caviar off as if she were traditionally eating an Oreo cookie. Nothing would be happening the way it was happening if it weren’t for Nicholas. She wouldn’t have found reason to take a vacation from her job if Nick had never stepped into her life. She would still be the same boring tour guide from America, pretending to be living up a dream. So everything she did was for him, because she adored him that much so! The way she smiled her pretty eyes at him, the manner in which she ate her finger food, the way she writhed her hips against him when given the chance, and the pretty dress she wore was all for him. Yes, even that vibrant dress of red satin (http://www.dressale.com/images/large/4/24664.jpg) was picked out with Nicholas in mind. The slit up the bottom was perfect for her stunning legs, and the wrapped style hugging her rib cage snuggled into her taunt stomach. It was especially generous of the clothing store to re-measure the halter top and adjust it just right too, so that her breasts, that were a bit larger than what the dress was made for, fit perfect into the no-bra support of the flattering halter.<br/><br/>Now despite Nicholas’ hidden jests of humor, and not so hidden acts of competing humor, directed towards this lady-figure he called Gianna, Kelly’s opinion about the woman suddenly spiked when she noticed a secondary kind of caviar canapé upon the table that she had never seen before. It was golden in color, as if someone had coated small peas with a sugary glaze, and was served upon small tuffs of round bread. Nicholas had just got done telling her it was golden roe of sterlet sturgeon, and how it was the royal choice of fourth century Czars that had almost been fished to extinction, when he noticed the prime hostess, Gianna Ford, making her way towards them. Before she neared too close, Kelly stole a quick bite of the new caviar, greedy to discover how it tasted.<br/><br/>A glance over her finger food towards Gianna kind of knocked her off that tentative balance of confidence, and put that spiked opinion of favor upon wobbling stilts. First off, the woman brought an air of superiority with her, and was so confident in her own stature that no part of her curvaceous figure seemed displaced. One found their attention drawn towards provocative places with the help of purposefully placed decorations about her figure, even if in imagination, before they realized their mind and eyes had strayed obviously off boundaries. Even Kelly had to snap her eyes back under control, and was not surprised to find how Nicholas indulged in Gianna’s eye candy, unabashedly so.<br/><br/>Kelly swallowed the bite of sturgeon caviar, forgetting to taste it, and would have frowned if not for the morality of politeness. She had to remind herself that Nicholas had not fully committed himself to their relationship yet in action, despite his words of sugar-promises, and that he could just as quickly dump her and go with Gianna if the woman accepted his interest.<br/><br/>Yes, Kelly felt jealous that Nicholas’ eyes were roaming another woman’s body.<br/><br/>Politeness held Kelly at bay, although her eyes were ready in any given moment to unsheathe their glare upon the esteemed hostess. She felt angry, but allowed a cheesy-fake smile to meet Gianna when the woman did find a fleeting ounce of interest to glance her way. Nicholas exchanged harsh pleasantries with her, which helped ease some of Kelly’s jealous anger, but did not help in easing how uncomfortable she felt in the woman’s presence.<br/><br/>And then, Gianna pulled her into their conversation; calling her Nick’s pet and suggesting that she needed a leash to prevent her from humping people’s legs. Oh that just about nailed Kelly’s opinion about the woman underneath concrete, and she just about leaped forward with a smart-ass comment that was dying to let loose from her tongue but Nicholas was even faster… whether he was too gracious and let the insult ride, or if he batted back, it took all of Kelly’s strength to not engage. She couldn’t keep her scowl in check though; unfriendly daggers peering back at Gianna from behind Nicholas.<br/><br/>When Gianna Ford left, and when Nicholas turned to put Kelly in his sight, he found those daggers shift from the hostess’ retreating form to poise directly at him. Kelly had more than enough reason to be angry. Gianna had been a bitch, and Nicholas had been a slut for her breasts. Kelly was angry with the world right now, and she tossed the half eaten sturgeon caviar back upon the table. “Well, that was rather entertaining.” She picked up a glass of wine, “It looks as though I am not welcome here. Mind if you find me a ride home before you go chase after her breasts?”       <br/></span>