It was all very well owning seriously valuable paintings but there was more than the initial asking price to cover. Nicholas knew very well the chance that these two paintings could well become a target for thieves so he took additional precautions.<br/><br/>"These paintings are to be delivered to this address, ok? I want you to deliver them both this afternoon at 2pm sharp. In a week's time you will be picking them up and then taking them here, to my house. Naturally, I want absolute cover all the while. At least two additional vans with riders to go in different directions at the pick-up. Any questions?" Nicholas handed the head security guy a piece of paper with the two addresses and there was an acknowledgement that his instructions would be carried out. He knew that they would be safe...the company employed ex SAS commandos and paid them very well.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The next few days became a blur...out to shows in Shaftsbury Avenue; wining and dining at Claridges, Gordon Ramsay's Michelin starred restaurant; late nights begat late mornings and sleeping was interrupted by continual bouts of lovemaking. Nicholas never tired of sampling Kelly's delights, their bodies moist and crusty with each other's drying juice provided a wonderful base for tasting caviar. Nicholas had found that when he put tiny spoons of the Beluga roe on various and intimate parts of Kelly's anatomy they both enjoyed a sensual explosion as he slowly and meticulously licked the eggs off...especially from between her lower lips.<br/><br/>One of the days was memorable for another reason. A messenger arrived unannounced with a personal delivery for Nicholas. She was young and suited up in a dark blue uniform that immediately gave away her employer. As soon as she walked into the hallway, Nicholas knew that she belonged to Gianna. There was something sexually robotic about her that Nicholas couldn't quite put his finger on. He almost imagined her as some kind of sex slave.<em>Now why would that thought enter my mind?</em><br/><br/>"I have a message from my lady Gianna Ford, Sir " she announced, standing ramrod straight and thrusting her ample but tightly encased chest out proudly. Kelly poked her head around the corner of the doorway at this point and Nicholas raised his eyebrows turning her way in a conspiratorial show of contained amusement.  He had enlightened Kelly as to his devious but successful ploy in outsmarting Gianna for the paintings and she smiled wickedly in return.<br/><br/>"What's the message then?"<br/><br/>"She has asked if you would give her the pleasure of your company at the Autumn Charity Auction on Friday night.  She said that since you are so adept at winning auctions, you may like to help her raise money at her Children's Hospital gala event, Sir.  Those were her words, Sir".<br/><br/>"Well now, what a lovely offer.  How could I refuse?" Nicholas winked across at Kelly who could hardly contain her stifled giggles. "Tell the lady Ford that we gladly accept. Kelly and I will both look forward to attending the auction. Perhaps we can steal a bargain eh?  Will there be any Monet's going ask her?" Nicholas' smile broke into a laugh as the girl left, blushing slightly and  leaving behind an envelope with the details.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------<br/>Friday came around quickly. The day had begun with Kelly flitting around and panicking about not having anything to wear and something about hair so Nicholas had sent her off with his chauffer into town. She seemed pleased with this idea and that was the last he saw of her until late in the afternoon.<br/><br/>When she came down the stairs, Nicholas was stunned by her beauty. Again, her beauty was turned into sexual teasing as her leg pushed through the slit in her long gown and she beamed at Nicholas' apparent paralysis. The limousine arrived ahead of time and took them into town and to the London Hilton where the event was being held. Nicholas usually used his own driver and he thought it somewhat odd that Lady Ford had organised a car for them. Still, it was very comfortable and a glass of champagne was offered on route.<br/><br/>The usual red carpet was laid out on their arrival but they deftly avoided both that and the accompanying paparazzi; Nicholas was not one for tabloid publicity. With Kelly beautifully decorating his arm, they entered the large gathering...waiters hovering with trays of champagne and caviar canapes. Kelly and Nicholas exchanged knowing smiles as they each took one of the biscuits topped with Beluga. Kelly's exaggerated licking of the caviar had them both giggling. Their jollity was broken when Nicholas saw Gianna threading her way towards them from across the room.<em>My god she looks horny in black...the black widow!...but just look at those tits!</em><br/><br/>"Here comes Gianna! Ah...hello Gianna, it's so lovely of you to invite us. You haven't met my friend Kelly...Kelly, this is our host, Gianna Ford...one of the most generous ladies you'll ever meet."<em>Damned generous in her bra size...hell!</em><br/><br/>