The Trophy

Claudia was not surprised that her husband, Jackson, had planned a surprise birthday party.  What did shock her was the over extravagance of the whole affair. She should have known that Jackson would go all out instead of even considering what she may want. She just wanted a quiet dinner for two at a nice, intimate restaurant. But no, instead, she found herself put on display for all of Jackson’s associates from the firm to ogle. As she sat on an iron throne that actually sparkled in the late afternoon sun. The effect, of which, when combined with her pale skin lightly; covered in pink silk caused her to radiate light like an angel transcending down to earth. A few of the guest she actually heard gasp when they spotted her for the first time, which made a smile play at the corner of her red lips as she knew that was the effect that Jackson wanted to illicit from the guest. 

The party, itself, was held in their garden at the estate she called home. People were idly chatting each other up to see who was more powerful in the world of finance, while their wives sunbathed down by the pool, cocktails in hand, as the sun baked their skin to a fine leather. Claudia could not help but roll her eyes at the goings on, as she realized that there was no one that she would consider a friend anywhere to be seen. Most of the people were associates of Jackson’s, and was only there to try to get something from her husband. 

Claudia, crossing her slender legs, she motioned to a waitress that happened to past by. “Yes, Mistress, what can I get you?” The girl who barely looked not a day over eighteen whispered. “You may get me a martini with just a twist of lime, Slave.” Claudia told the girl with just an enough boldness in her voice to convey a confidence that she had not felt since meeting Jackson. The girl nodded, took three steps back from her,  before turning away to fetch her drink. Claudia smiled at the slave girl as the girl walked away, a small shake in her walk that caused her hips to sway, as she cut there the crowd of guest. It did not escape Claudia that the waitress would definitely make a better Mistress than herself.  Maybe she could plant the seed in Jackson’s head to take a lover, she thought, that way she could start to distance herself from her husband. Maybe even prove he had violated the agreement of their prenup. Then she would get half of everything. That would really hit Jackson where it hurt, she thought, as she gazed out from her throne at the party guest. “Yes, definitely something to think about.” she muttered to herself.