Game, Set And Match

Chapter 2

Rosie Pilsner was the chairman of the country club’s annual charity ball, beside her was her date Dwight Wright, a short balding middle-aged bachelor. Both were strategically seated at the head table. Along with her teenaged son, Patrick from a former marriage and beside him his coach Lorraine. The other couples seated were various esteemed friends and business contacts of Rosie’s.

So many people mingled, that lacked imagination and personality. They all looked like carbon copies of each other with their secret smiles and upper crust mentality. They gossiped quietly amongst themselves holding glasses of Moet or Chardonnay, with the most eminent residents of the country club. It was like some secret society with their own rules of conduct, set by their Matriarch Rosie who lorded it over them all. Many of whom wanted to fit in so badly, that they blindly followed the crowd, just to say that for once in their miserable existence they were part of the in crowd.

They checked by the entrance ever so often to see who would next grace their presence. So ecstatic that they mixed with a sprinkling of celebrities and neighboring multi-millionaires and billionaires from around the area.  The Country Club’s drawing-room was long with a high ceiling, with gigantic glass windows facing the vast green plains that held the golf and tennis courts. Most of the guests gravitated unconsciously towards the view, appreciative of the splash of sunset before the encroaching night.

Rosie’s date was proving to be a thorn in her side, constantly ogling her body with his perverted eyes. The moment he saw Lorraine he practically salivated forgetting his date by his side who was much aggrieved by his brief lapse in decorum. When he realized Lo gave him no more attention than one would an annoying mosquito he excused himself from the ladies. Then went outside to join the men for a smoke, a nasty habit he had picked up in his teenage years.

These middle-aged couples were a total bore to be around. They made brief attempts to include Lo in their trivial conversations but Lo had recently moved there and could barely follow the local gossip as she couldn’t place a face with a name. Most of their talks centered on who had fallen on hard times and exclusivity of their country club. How it cost an arm and a leg in membership fees and people had to be placed on a waiting list for membership and seek the approval of the board. They were in their own private world where the only thing that existed was their golf handicaps, their tennis games, and their friends.

Since Lo was neither interested in any of the offered topics nor conversants she was soon forgotten as they absent mindedly went on without her. As soon as the meal was over she politely thanked Rosie for the invitation and made a hasty retreat to hide out in the bathroom determined to make a quick exit as soon as the dancing and other festivities began. As soon as the music band started up it signaled the start of the evening festivities. Lorraine surveyed the room making sure that she did a mental check to touch base with all her prospective clients before she left, not wanting anyone to feel slighted because she had unwittingly ignored them. She was in full business mode and couldn’t afford to become a social pariah at this exclusive event. She sat regal and calm amidst the flutter of proud peacocks that twittered around her, it seemed as if the world around her was constantly moving but time for that beautiful lady stood still. She sat back straight and ram rod stiff as she was creeped out by the man next to her as he no doubt whispered something she wasn’t receptive to in her ears.

 It was obvious the man who was speaking to her was Dwight Wright, a successful barrister and celebrity in his own world, a pompous braying ass that liked to hear himself talk. No wonder she looked bored stiff, men as rich as Dwight lacked looks but used their money to buy s*x and friendship. Eventually Wright moved away from her, and she gave an audible sigh of relief until her eyes connected with his. Lo’s inquisitive gaze collided with a pair of piercing gray eyes that mesmerized her, no one was backing down both refused to break eye contact. 

Phillip Jameson sat by a slightly crowded bar clearly disinterested in choice of drink and the people by the bar, he was sitting on a high top stool, his back leaned against the bar counter, openly watching her, his face expressionless and mood speculative. He always forgot names but could never forget a face, he wondered momentarily where he had seen her face before. He couldn’t help but admire her beauty, she had that unshakeable presence that made men want to hang around her while captivated with her beauty.

Now she couldn’t seem to adjust to the shock of seeing him. He was the man that could solve all her problems she had never felt so elated before. Lo couldn’t believe her good luck, the man whose personal assistant had given her the run around all week casually sipped a glass of champagne by the bar. Phillip saw the pleasure that lit up her face when she recognized him, and it shocked him that she knew who he was because he was in the public eye so often but he had no clue to her identity. He was used to beautiful women, what was it about this particular woman that captivated him, breaking through cynical indifference and skepticism when dealing with the predators of the opposite sex. She smiled wide, teeth gleaming, he returned it with the appropriate polite smile showing his blatant curiosity. She walked towards him with confidence in her step and a look of fierce determination in her eyes just as reached up to him she was side stepped by the chairman.

“Mr. Jameson, so glad you could make it, I’m Rosie Pilsner,” she gushed. “It’s so nice to finally make your acquaintance. Such a pleasure to have you attend our party when you’re a busy man to be pinned down.” She lets out a whole hearted laugh that made her huge bosom heave from left to right. Rosie was full bodied and smartly dressed for her size the only skin exposed was her ample bosom.  Her eyes held a look of avarice that sized him up from his expensive hair fade to the cost of his expensive Gucci boots.

“Not a problem, I’m happy to be here. I grew up around this neighborhood and I believe in giving back to our community.”

“Your donation has been the most sizeable one to date and encouraged other sponsors to raise the bar. We here at the country club are delighted and impressed by your generosity.”

 Rosie gushed then latched on to his side. Her heaving large bosom tucked under his face to entice him. He shifted in his seat, in a bid to politely shake off the woman. He didn’t feel like he did anything stupendous and this woman’s feeble attempts to win him over had the opposite effect, he wanted to hide or leave the party.

Normally he would be enticed by the idea of an easy lay but he was feeling out of sorts tonight. What on God’s green earth had Rosie been saying? Oh yes, something about being impressed by his sizable donation to charity. It was hard to concentrate with the object of his unwarranted lust standing but a few feet away from them.

“My team thought this would be a great and promising idea and I intend to continue to monitor our dealing so that the funds are allocated wisely and everyone gets a chance to benefit. I like your idea of opening up the elitist country club more to the general public and appealing to the younger generation. This ideal would go a long way to stemming the onslaught of violence in our communities by giving the youth a better alternative to the streets.”

Rosie looked nervous as if she was aware she was treading on dangerous grounds and didn’t want to say the wrong thing to Phillip. She looked around and her eyes lit up when they landed on Lo.