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Subject: (F/F, M/F, Murder)
'What Goes Up...' by Geoff Burnham
"No," he shouted angrily into the mouthpiece, "you'll have it Friday
when I'm done," and slammed the phone back onto its plastic cradle. He
snorted contemptuously, then raised his eyes towards the insistent rapping
on his office door.
"Yes," he shouted.
The door was opened by a of medium build, well dressed and
distinctly scrubbed. He was twenty-five, with slicked-back, dark brown
wavy hair.
'Harvard or Yale?' wondered the elder man, sitting at his desk.
"Well?" asked Senator Robert Edwards, in his gruff, early-morning,
clipped tone.
"Senator Edwards?" an unruffled voice inquired.
"That's what it says on the door man."
"Good morning, Senator, I'm John Phillips, your Personal Assistant."
"Of course you are," replied the Senator, smiling broadly, remembering
the interview they had shared some four weeks ago. Walking around his desk
he grasped the hand of his new P.A. His reply had disconcerted the Yale
man, who realized that the Senator had forgotten who he was but had made no
attempt to apologize.
The Senator's years in office had schooled his thoughts and words to
provide a verbal vehicle that promoted himself in any conversation. This
form of expression, more commonly known as 'one-upmanship,' was usually
regarded as everyday dialogue by most politicians on 'The Hill.'
Robert Edwards was born in Columbus, Ohio; to wealthy and prosperous
parents. From a age he quickly learnt that the pen was, indeed
mightier than the sword. First, by writing articles for the local paper,
then after graduating from Harvard by writing political speeches for the
Governor of the day. At twenty-eight he ran for election up his own
political ladder and achieved his goal as the youngest Senator for the
state of Ohio.
Two years later he the state's most eligible, wealthy woman,
Harriet Chiddingstone, a lawyer with her father's law firm of
Chiddingstone, Harley Associates.
Harriet's had once described his only child as, 'an angel sent to
defend the devil's of this world.'
He had seen her blossom from a lanky, though attractive, in
her formative years, to a woman well endowed both physically and mentally.
At six foot tall and with an I.Q. of 148 she commanded respect. Some tended to back off when she wore high heels and had her long hair coifed on
top of her head. She looked beautifully aloof, even distant to them.
Few realized that all she wanted was a liitle love and attention and
provided that they were not unattractive they could have shared something
wonderful.
On the other hand, women saw what they wanted to see, a graceful,
Scandinavian, bimbo. Typical fodder for Hugh Hefner's stable.
However, once in conversation with her they found that she conversed
exceptionally well on most topics and in an empathic way. Perhaps
subconcsiously this was her safeguard against alienating them. All the
same it had a warming effect on her audience which, through and
into law practice, enabled her to be extremely popular among all her
colleagues.
Robert inherited a gene from his father's side of the family. This gene
determined by the age of twenty-seven that he became completely bald but
far from being a disadvantage in his career and love life his baldness
proved a positive advantage. To his electorate it made him look and
wiser. To women who were attracted to young, socially powerful his
baldness seemed to say, 'Hey, it may have gone from up there but it's up to
you to find out if the cupboard is totally bare.'
Robert was socially introduced to Harriet at a tennis club function.
The exchange of glances and shaking of hands sent a pleasurable tingle to
her clitoris. The effect amazed and startled her.
They sat out most of the dances, just talking and listening. Passers-by
commented that it must be love for they seemed never to take their eyes off
each other.
They made a stunning couple on the tennis court and in their social
circle they became known as 'Bonnie and Clyde.'
Robert 'Clyde' Edwards, due to his elegant clothes style and hard-nosed
politics.
'Where did he get the money to pay for that suit?'
'Oh, he robs banks.'
Harriet 'Bonnie' Chiddingstone.
She suddenly enthused over everything anyone did or said. She became,
as one with Scottish ancestry mused, 'A bonnie lass - a bonnie
lass in love.'
The grand wedding was inevitable. Five hundred and sixty guests saw
them off on a honeymoon that encompassed two weeks in Hawaiaii and two
weeks in as many european countries that they could tour.
For the first two years they had an exciting, sexual marriage that each
partner enjoyed but as time went on and friends noticed a change in
their attitude, a change that became a rift, then a great divide.
They wanted children. They had discussed the topic at great length even
before the wedding. They tried desperately to create life, perhaps too
hard.
It Robert more so than Harriet. He had it all. Money. Position.
Power - an attractive - but he didn't have a son.
It irked him, like an itching knife wound as it heals.
It was an uncomfortable feeling. In his mind it became an unsociable
feeling. A feeling that during the past eight years he had achieved
everything he had set out to do but could not produce, mold and
characterize his likeness forward - into another generation.
He strongly believed that his accumulated knowledge of life over the
past thirty-eight years, should be passed on to a younger mind to enable
that mind to have a head start in life.
Medically, Harriet could have children and he was capable of producing
offspring even with his lower than average sperm count.
Every conceivable sexual position, described in the Karma Sutra, had
been used. They had enlisted the aid of marriage guidance counseling and
coincided their love-making to Harriet's biorhythms but still nothing
happened.
A hollowness impinged itself on their lives. It resulted in a stagnant
marriage that ultimately foundered - then died.
Each partner, though still living together in the same house, had
inevitably found solace with another.
Now here, in his Washington office and shaking his hand, was the epitome
of what Senator Edwards carefully considered to be the, 'Clay for his
mold.' If he could not produce children maybe he could mold this into someone who he felt would achieve greatness. With just a little
guidance.
"John, it's good to see you. My secretary phoned in sick so we have a
great deal of work to get through today. Though tonight we'll kick over
the traces and have some entertainment," he said moving a straight backed,
wooden chair, beside the burnished, mahogany desk.
"Coffee?" he asked, moving quickly to the percolator, perched boldly
atop one of three metal filing cabinets.
"Yes... Please, Senator. Black. No sugar sir."
"Same here, my boy," intoned Robert, ensuring that John's memory noted
the point he was making.
Robert brought the bone china cups of steaming coffee over to the desk
and set them down.
"Over the next few hours I'll bring you up to speed," said Robert,
easing himself into his comfortable chair, "both on what I expect of you
and what you can expect of me. I know you're good with figures so I want
your input on the budget proposal for the upcoming Finance Committee. Can
you provide the Committee and me with some new ideas?"
"Senator... I'm your man."
"Good, then lets go for it."
They worked diligently till two in the afternoon when John ordered out
for some sandwiches. The sun arced through the one large window and lazily
settled down on the horizon. The day turned to dusk and they finally
completed the draft proposal by seven that evening.
Both stretched tired arm, leg and neck muscles. The Senator argued
a strong case for neither returning home that evening.
John was single and currently had no steady girlfriend while Robert knew
Harriet would neither care nor worry if he didn't come home. And besides
Robert wanted to get to know John. Not in the physical sense but mentally.
He wanted to start on his 'rebuilding project' as soon as possible.
From his office phone, the Senator booked two rooms at a local hotel.
They went there first to wash and freshen up with John needing little
persuasion to go on later with Robert to a neighboring, upmarket, singles
bar.
**********
While Robert and John were manipulating figures, Robert's wife, Harriet,
had taken the day off from work and around mid-morning, when the phone
rang, she received an unexpected emotional uplift.
"You have reached the home of Senator Edwards, Mrs Edwards speaking,"
she said, with the self assurance that wealth instills.
"Hi, lover!" The husky voice imparted a sexiness that instantly fueled
Harriet's emotions. Her heart skipped a beat. Her voice inched up an
octave as she asked, "Sonia, Sonia darling, is that really you?"
Harriet rolled over onto her stomach. The tiger skin rug softly crushed
beneath her as she lay by the unlit fireplace in the lounge. Her head
rested on one upturned arm. She still wore her white silk teddy that clung
sensuously to the clean, peach skin of her freshly showered body.
An anxious Sonia asked, "I've missed you, Harriet."
"I've missed you too Sonia, so very much. How is your Aunt?"
"She's recovered from her illness and is fine now."
"Can we see each other this evening?"
"Yes, I'd like that very much."
"I can arrange a room in town say for around eight this evening?"
"That would be wonderful."
"Can I phone you later with the details. Are you still on the same
number? I can't wait to be with you. Can we be together all night?"
"Same number, my love and yes, we can be together all night long."
"God, I've missed your touch, your scent, your voice... You... I can't
wait... All night with you. See you soon, then... Bye Sonia, bye." She
blew a kiss down the phone and hung up.
They'd met at one of Harriet's interminable round of benefit functions
she attended annually. Half way through the proceedings she had gone to
freshen up and almost bumped into a stunning, woman with vibrant exiting the bathroom.
After a polite exchange of apologies, the 'vision in red' continued on
her way. Harriet watched her departing figure. She was surprised by her
own delight as 'the redhead' stopped, turned and came back to her.
"I'm fond of coffee at Eleznick's around four," she purred huskily, then
abruptly turned on her high heels. Her hair swayed to her flouncing walk,
her full hips sheathed tightly within a black, knee length dress. The
black highlighted both the paleness of her skin and her hair colour.
She sashayed away towards the melee.
Harriet quickly freshened up and sought out the mysterious woman who had
struck such a sensual chord but she could find no trace of her.
The sight, scent and sound of the woman remained with Harriet for the
rest of the day. The 'red-head' had both disturbed and excited her.
As an adult, Harriet had never experienced an intimate bond or sexual
relationship between herself and another woman. High school and university
had thrown up a few occasions when a crush towards another female had
surfaced and led to a certain amount of touching and embracing but nothing
further had developed.
**********
At three-thirty the following afternoon, it had taken all of Harriet's
emotional courage to enter Eleznick's and sit at a table facing the front
door.
She had not wanted to be late.
By four-thirty, after three cups of cold coffee, she was preparing to
leave when 'the redhead' stepped through the opened glass door. She wore
dark glasses. The figure hugging, black, Versace dress enveloped every
curve above her mid-thigh. Flesh coloured silk encased her long
sinuous legs down to her black patent shoes. Harriet's own dark glasses
shielded her from the gaze of others but afforded little protection from
this woman's imperious stare.
She 'drifted' over to Harriet's table and sat down beside her. As the
waiter approached she shooed him away with a wave from one carefully
manicured hand that exhibited long, red, perfectly lacquered fingernails.
Harriet inhaled deeply through her nose. The intoxicating perfume
flooded her nostrils and spread like a narcotic through her veins. She
unconsciously closed her eyes as a warmth crept along her own nylon clad
thigh. She shuddered, deliciously, as the woman's hand found her bare
flesh between the top of her black, sheer and her delicate, lace
frilled, wispy silk panties.
A husky voice intruded on her wanton thoughts, "Shall we go on to your
place or find somewhere here in town that's more discreet, Harriet?" She
said removing her glasses and gazing deeply into Harriet's eyes.
Harriet's eyes opened. "I... I... had hoped we might get to know one
another a little better before... Well... I'm not sure what you... You
know my name?"
The caressing warmth on her sensitive inner thigh dissipated as the
woman removed her hand. Harriet felt a loss; even a sense of
disappointment.
"I made a point of inquiring whom I would meet here today."
"May I know your name?"
"You may call me Sonia."
"Is that your real name?"
"It's a name I reserve for my... special friends and I believe we can
become very close friends Harriet, if you wish it. Do you want it
Harriet?"
The double meaning to her words did not go unnoticed. Gazing deeply
into Sonia's brown eyes with their long, dark upswept eyelashes she slowly
fell under their spell. She was becoming mesmerised by her flaming hair,
seduced by her rich, full lips. Ensnared by the sharp nose and flared
nostrils, lost in a void of lust for a woman whose demeanour had suddenly
captured her thoughts.
"I'm sorry... What did you ask me?" said Harriet, shaking her head and
rapidly blinking her eyes.
A hand reached out across the table and descended over Harriet's own.
Its feather light touch caressed her skin.
"Did I wrongly conclude from our first meeting something that you now
wish to reject?"
"No... I feel... felt... something..."
"Do you want me, Harriet? Do you feel that we can become close friends.
Intimate friends. Perhaps even passionate friends?"
Distantly Harriet heard herself say, "Yes, I want you, Sonia. I want to
be close to you. Closer than I have been with any other person. I want
you."
She was aware that she spoke the truth; had known it since their first
meeting.
As she spoke her own hand closed over Sonia's, crushing and embracing
the warmth that flowed from the depths of the beautiful apparition that
beguiled her thoughts and senses.
They left the coffee shop arm in arm, hailed a cab and before Harriet
had composed herself in her seat, Sonia had leant across and kissed her
with a passion that had made her swoon. She had no time to think what this
meant with either sense or sensibility. She returned the warmth of her
companion's kiss with equal ardor.
All too quickly they were at a hotel, not one of Harriet's choosing but
one with a respectable facade that would serve their purpose - for a price.
The elevator ride proved awkward for both women as each partner
lustfully surveyed the other within a profound silence.
They walked briskly hand in hand down the empty, silent corridor to
their allocated room, unlocked the door, entered and gently closed it
behind them.
Sonia quickly went to the window curtains and drew them. She rounded on
Harriet and in the darkness their lips touched, hands found buttons and
clasps. As their passion mounted the rustle of divested clothing drowned
their laboured breathing.
Naked, they fell panting onto the large feather bed.
Wandering hands explored warm areas of silky smooth flesh; wet tongues
licked aroused and thickened nipples, while emotions soared from gentle
caresses.
Sonia sat up, twisted round and by lifting one svelte, tanned leg over
Harriet's prone body she lowered her moist opening to Harriet's waiting
tongue whilst gently licking and probing Harriet's own swollen vulva.
Harriet was swept along by a feverish, sexual excitement.
Her charged body suffused with an electric desire for this woman who
touched and thrilled her body with her tongue's darting movements. Time
stood still as the fluttering within her belly ebbed and flowed, her inner
thighs trembled, her thoughts finely attuned to the knowledge of her
approaching orgasm.
She was dumbfounded by the speed at which the burning in her belly
ignited in a fire that pulsed upward and flamed onto her chest.
Harriet bucked upward as she came with a force that left her gasping,
her spasms slowly subsiding into affectionate memory.
Sonia twisted round and fell beside her. They embraced affectionately.
Gentle kisses followed fingertip caresses. Love's afterglow began slowly
dissipating.
"I've been extremely selfish Sonia. Can you forgive me?"
"Lover, I could tell that this was your first time with another woman. I
know what you are feeling and knowing those feelings means that you must
experience other delights to know the true meaning of a woman's love.
Don't ask for my forgiveness when there is nothing to forgive."
"Would you teach me Sonia. Show me how to make love to another woman."
Sonia thought for a few moments then rose up and walked over to the
bathroom doorway. She flicked on the interior light, then moved over to
their discarded clothes. Bending down with her back to Harriet she picked
up the two discarded black silk stockings.
"Do you trust me?" She asked Harriet, walking provocatively back toward
the bed, the glow from the bathroom clearly showing the black moving through her hands.
"Yes," breathed Harriet, her torso squirming as she raised her arms up
to the edges of the headboard.
Sonia slipped onto the bed, clambered over Harriet's supine body and,
reaching across the naked woman, she tied one hand to the strut of the
wooden headboard. Her full swung across Harriet's face and her
rigid nipple was eagerly engulfed by a warm wet mouth whose teeth bit
tenderly into her protruding flesh.
"Ow!" Squealed Sonia, smiling delightedly but twisted her away
from Harriet's grasping mouth. "Not now Harriet. Time for that later."
After both hands were firmly bound to the headboard Sonia left her
partner and went into the bathroom. Moments later she returned with a tray
on which stood a glass of hot water, soap, flannel, two towels and a razor.
"What are you... No. Please Sonia no," pleaded Harriet, as Sonia
settled the tray next to the anxious woman's naked body.
"If you move I will cut you, Harriet, so please don't be afraid, I've
done this before without complaint."
Sonia knelt beside the bed and picked a towel, rolling it into a long
length of material. She lifted Harriet's head and used it as a makeshift
blindfold.
Sonia stretched Harriet's legs apart and between them she worked her
meticulous magic. Occasional strangled moans emanated from Harriet's dry
lips. Her legs stayed apart, the muscles flexing and relaxing as Sonia's
fingers moved the folds of her skin to accommodate the razor's edge.
"There, all done," Sonia proudly announced, slowly pouring the soapy
water into the other folded, white towel.
"Now I have a gift from you that no one else has ever received," she
said softly. She plucked out the tiny damp wisps of hair and placed
them in a small tissue that eventually found its way into her clutch
handbag.
"One day I'll let you do the same to me but only when I truly believe
that you love me. Do you understand."
"Yes," gasped a tenderly aroused Harriet.
Sonia removed everything from the bed and eyed her evening's work.
Bending between Harriet's outstretched, long, peach tanned legs, she blew a
stream of cooling air onto the shaven mons. Harriet groaned.
Sonia dipped her head down and smelt the aroma of hotel soap mingle with
Harriet's musky sex. She kissed and Harriet's clitoris, licked her
sensitive slit from top to bottom while using the tip of her petulant nose
to rhythmically caress her engorged clitoris. Sonia lost herself in a
world of lust. Her senses inhaled Harriet's sweet muskiness and she tasted
the delicious nectar of her labour.
Harriet's torso bucked at the pleasure performed on her aroused body.
She wrapped her legs around Sonia's head and thrust her lower body upward.
Sonia's crushed ears felt the first muscle spasm, then Harriet's inner
thigh muscles trembled uncontrollably as the first sign of her approaching
climax rushed upon her. Sonia felt Harriet's body shudder as she climaxed.
Sonia ceased moving and released her subjugated lover. As Sonia left to
take a shower Harriet looked away and curled her legs up into a tight ball.
Sonia had nearly finished washing when Harriet drew back the glass door
and stepped inside the warm, humid cubicle. Her arms went around Sonia's
hot, wet skin and she embraced her; kissed her wet cheeks, her eyes, nose
and mouth. She locked her lips to Sonia's in a kiss that melted Sonia's
heart.
**********
Three months into their torrid affair and Sonia told Harriet that they
had to part for just a short time. Aunt Augusta - her only close, living
relative and who had raised her for a short time - was seriously ill.
"Of course you must go to her, Sonia."
That was two months ago - now she was back in Washington.
**********
Realising that she was soon to meet her lover again, after such a long
period of sexual abstention, Harriet became increasingly aroused during the
remainder of the day.
She was not able to book a room at their usual hotel. A convention had
taken all the available accommodation. She tried several others until at
last she succeeded.
Unable to speak to Sonia on her mobile phone, she reluctantly left a
message with Sonia's answering service. She hated the condescending tone
of the managers voice.
"Katrina's Answering Facility, Frances speaking, how may I be of service
to you?" said the woman.
"I wish to leave a message for Sonia," said Harriet, using the clipped
monologue she usually reserved for bumptious waiters. "Please ask her to
meet Juliet Stevens tonight at eight at the Russell Hotel here in
Washington. Thank you."
She hung up, not wishing to hear another word from the obnoxious
Frances. Nothing was going to spoil her day.
She had used their code word - Juliet - for a lover's liaison. Sonia
knew to ask at the hotel desk for any messages under the Stevens surname.
Once Harriet registered she would write down her room number and seal it in
an envelope and mark it for collection by Juliet Stevens. Sonia would then
know which room Harriet occupied and, when the coast was clear, she could
go up to Harriet's room at any time.
Her heart skipped a beat. A feeling of elation, like that of a High
School on her first date, washed through her.
After so many weeks of loneliness she felt ecstatic. She was alive
again.
**********
Robert and John struggled through the crowded early evening singles bar
to a corner seat reserved for his use a few hours earlier. Almost
immediately they were served by Randolph.
"Well, good evening Robert," he said, in his effusive manner. "Will
you introduce me to your friend or shall I make the necessary
introductions?"
"Good evening Randolph, this is John - John Phillips. John this is
Randolph our waiter for the evening. He'll provide you with anything you
want and I do mean anything."
Robert ordered two beers to drink and a bottle of Scotch to take with
him later.
Their conversation for the next hour revolved around John who sensed
that this was an informal get together for the Senator to find out what
made him tick.
During John's account of his lost virginity a distinct hush quelled the
general hubbub in the room and both raised their eyes to see what was
happening.
A woman had entered the room.
Now, there are those women who crave attention, those that get attention
and those who demand attention. This was a woman demanding and receiving
the attention of every male in the bar.
She wore black leather high heels that encased her small feet; feet also
hugged by black silk that swelled up from the ground embracing
her long shapely legs and strong thighs to disappear under her petulant
pink, crotch length, lamé mini-skirt. It almost revealed more than it
concealed. Her sheer, see through, satin blouse, tucked into the waistband
stretched over her large, full upthrust highlighting her proud
nipples and their surrounding darker areola. Around her throat hung a
slender choker, set with a single, large, sparkling, diamond.
Her makeup accentuated her high cheek bones. A wide generous mouth,
graceful nose, large dark brown eyes and broad forehead, set onto an almond
shaped face. Her long upswept flashed with the reflection of a
few tiny diamante as too did the diamond earrings almost by the tiny
strands of coiled hair that hung gracefully beside delicate earlobes.
For a few seconds she surveyed the hushed assembly, then, her mind made
up, she strode directly towards the washrooms situated at the rear of the
building. People parted in front of her, seemingly like a hot knife
through butter. Once she had disappeared inside the toilets a buzz broke
out that swelled to a crescendo.
Robert, looked directly at John whom he'd noticed had kept his eyes on
her body for every second.
"Would you like to make love to her, John?"
"I reckon so Senator, though my salary could never buy her love."
"The cost is irrelevant, however my question still remains unanswered."
"Yes, Senator I'd love to make it with her."
Robert stood up and beckoned towards Randolph who came over immediately.
The Senator whispered what appeared to be instructions and as Robert sat
back down, Randolph summoned a waitress. She listened intently, nodded her
acceptance and disappeared towards the ladies washroom.
"What was all that about, Senator? What are you cooking up with
Randolph?"
"Patience, my boy, patience."
Minutes later and the sea of bodies began parting again. 'She' emerged
to stand at their table. Robert immediately stood and ushered her between
himself and John sitting on the richly padded bench seat. Her heady
perfume beguiled John's already inflamed senses. He couldn't hear above
the din what initially passed between them but realisation dawned when
Robert ordered a round of drinks and he was introduced.
At first he wasn't sure what melted his heart, her smile, or the warmth
of her hand caressing his inner thigh. From then on she somehow controlled
the conversation.
Both had difficulty averting their gaze from below the table as her
short skirt inevitably revealed in the dim light a slash of hair.
Between her thighs she was naked.
Robert leant over and in a muted tone said to him, "John take care of
our guest for a few minutes. I can't be seen leaving with this gorgeous
creature but I'll meet you both, in your room, in thirty minutes." Robert
stood up holding the bottle of Scotch contained within the ubiquitous brown
bag.
"Well, it's been a pleasure ma'am," he said, aloud. "See you tomorrow
John. Nine sharp. Have a good evening."
John waited a discreet ten minutes. They walked through the bar, arm in
arm, fully aware of a throng of admiring stares.
Amazingly, their entrance into the foyer of John's hotel went unnoticed.
No one saw them enter the foyer or get into the elevator.
**********
Harriet arrived at the Russell Hotel twenty minutes early.
She wrote her room number on a slip of paper and left it in a marked and
sealed envelope. Taking her room cardkey she went directly up in the
elevator to the sixteenth floor. Her early arrival was to physically
pamper her body for the evening's passion but more importantly to attune
her thoughts to the questions she wanted to ask Sonia. Her answers would
ultimately determine Harriet's future.
She was determined to leave Robert and ask Sonia to share her life
instead. It was a huge leap for a woman prepared to forfeit her marriage
and career for the love of another woman.
As she removed her clothes and slipped into a sensual silk thong teddy
she thought of what she would say and how she would say it as the evening,
and their lovemaking, progressed. A gentle tapping on the door interrupted
her thoughts. She was ready.
"Yes, who is it?" she asked, her voicing quivering slightly.
"It's me, Juliet. I have some papers for signature and hoped we could
EAT somewhere later on," came the husky voiced reply.
Harriet threw open the door smiling broadly, a knowing sparkle in her
eye, at the last remark.
"Come in 'Juliet.' It shouldn't take long to finish our business then of
course we can EAT."
She closed the door and they hugged each other tightly.
Their kisses lasted an eternity until Harriet broke free and stepped
back to allow her eyes to feast on her lover. Sonia had other more urgent
ideas and slipped easily out of her clothes. Naked she stood before
Harriet's lustful gaze. Harriet quickly slipped off her silk teddy. The
warmth of her smile was tinged with a slight mixture of anxiety.
Sonia knelt down, her eye's level with Harriet's neatly trimmed and
perfumed and asked, "Can we EAT first?"
Their laughter filled the room, dissipating the sexual tension
surrounding the two naked women, and as Harriet took hold of Sonia's head
she stepped closer to Sonia's moistened lips.
"Eat now, drink later, lover," she whispered affectionately.
Sonia wrapped her arms around Harriet's upper thighs. With one knee on
the floor and one leg bent at the knee she lifted Harriet off the floor and
walked the few steps to the bed where she tossed her body onto the
bedspread.
"In comfort, Harriet," Sonia retorted wickedly.
Sonia's tongue, lips and fingers busied themselves furiously between
Harriet's outstretched legs. Her perfumed and hairy was new to
Sonia's remembrance of their past love making. It excited and aroused her
to know that Harriet had taken the trouble to provide a different scenario
for her exploring tongue.
Harriet had hoped to prolong their initial round of love making. Such a
long time without love had left her craving and coping with her sexual
excitement throughout the day had left her moist. She whimpered with
sexual emotion as she climaxed after a few pleasurable moments.
To both women it was a relief. Sonia knew instantly that Harriet had
been faithful to her while away and Harriet had at last been granted what
she had yearned for these past two months, together with the firm knowledge
that Sonia could still arouse her passion.
Raising herself up on both elbows, Sonia said in a voice rasping with
incredulity, "So quickly my love? Have you missed me so much?"
"Oh, Sonia. You have no idea just how much I have longed for your
touch. To you that may sound unbelievable but I have yearned for your
return. I've been counting the days," she said, embracing the warmth of
Sonia's body alongside her own. "Today has been one of the happiest I can
remember for ages."
For a time they caressed and kissed. Each kiss becoming longer and
deeper until Harriet broke free and sat astride her lover's belly; bending
down to kiss and twirl first one nipple then both in unison. She slowly
inched her way down to lie outstretched with her face buried between
Sonia's legs.
Sonia's own feelings during the day's wait had had their effect on her.
With Harriet orchestrating her body's intense physical emotions she rushed
towards her own sexually charged climax. She trembled and shuddered under
its fierce warmth and impact, clasping Harriet's hands to her aching, pink
flushed chest.
Together they showered, washing each other's body, feeling familiar
flesh and wallowing in their arousal. Fingers instead of tongues
stimulated their passion. Their emotions inflamed and ignited they cried
out together during simultaneous orgasm.
Back in bed again Harriet produced their favourite brand of Scotch which
they drank deeply.
"Sonia?"
"Yes, Harriet."
"Earlier I had prepared myself for what I wanted to ask you tonight but,
for the life of me, I can't remember how I was going to ask you."
"What is it my love? What's so important that you needed to rehearse a
speech beforehand?"
"Sonia... I... I would like us to be together always and... and to
that end I'm prepared to divorce my husband and give up my career to be
with you," she blurted. She turned towards Sonia, her eyes searching for
the right reaction.
Sonia sat up. Her pallor mirrored in the white pillow.
"I understand your motives Harriet and my feelings for you run strong
and deep but I cannot live with you."
"Why not?" implored a distraught Harriet whose world was beginning to
crumble at the edges.
"Because in the world where I live our love would not survive."
A premonition surfaced in Harriet's mind. It found her heart as she
whispered, "What world are you living in Sonia?" She searched Sonia's eyes
for some clue. Her lover looked away and down at the floor as she spoke.
Harriet heard the words distantly, her world came crashing around her and
tears welled and ebbed from her eyes.
"Call girl?" She mouthed the words but heard no sound. "Call girl? I
don't understand. Sonia, why didn't you tell me. Why? Oh, no, no, say
it's not true?" she wailed.
Sonia clasped Harriet's hands saying, "I'm sorry Harriet so very sorry.
How could I even begin to tell you. Stop a moment. Think. Put yourself
in my place. How do you tell the one you love that you will stay faithful
to her but the work you do means that promise is broken twice daily."
"Leave me alone. Don't rub it in. Please leave me alone."
"Oh fine, I see. When the going gets tough you cave in Harriet."
"Please, just go. I'm not giving up on us. I need to be alone to come
to terms with what you've said."
"Fine Harriet. You come to terms with it and give me a call when you're
ready to forgive me."
Sonia rolled out of bed, stood up and began dressing. An awkward
silence followed until Sonia had dressed and applied some make-up then
opened the door.
"'Bye Harriet." Not waiting for a reply she closed the door.
Click.
Sonia's exit echoed in Harriet's head.
Silence.
Harriet drank the remaining Scotch. The how and why of Sonia's
bombshell statement resounding in her mind. She fell into a drunken stupor
from which she did not surface until early the following morning.
**********
Sonia left the hotel in a hurry, emotionally drained. She had not meant
to get sexually involved with anyone but Harriet had met her at a time in
her life when she had needed someone's shoulder to cry on.
Someone other than Frances - her Madame - or her younger, slightly less
attractive, who also enjoyed life 'on the game.'
Out of habit Sonia had picked up Harriet's room cardkey and placed it in
her bag. The key was for her sister. For a while, it would provide her
with a room she could use with her own client's and at no cost.
Sonia walked idly along the bustling Washington sidewalk, soon realising
that she needed to use the bathroom. She stopped outside a singles bar and
as the door opened to disgorge a young, smiling couple, she caught hold of
the door before it shut and went inside.
Taking stock of her surroundings she knew her presence had made an
immediate impact as most male eyes in the crowded room swiveled their heads
towards her. The hubbub muted and, as she glimpsed the bathroom sign, she
was aware that she knew at least one person in particular from the forty or
so people gathered there.
The irony was - she had just left his wife.
**********
On the fifteenth floor of the Russell Hotel, Senator Edwards quickly
prepared for an interesting evening's sexual interlude, unaware of his
wife's presence in a room on the floor above his.
He added an extra five minutes to their agreed thirty, then walked the
short distance down the deep carpeted corridor to John's door and knocked.
The door opened onto subdued lighting harmonised with some late night
music emanating from the bedside radio. He walked in and John, naked,
closed the door behind him.
Sonia lay gloriously nude on the bed; her skin, burnished and tanned,
was in stark contrast to the hotel's white linen.
"Have you guy's started without me?" Robert jokingly asked, as he
undressed surprisingly quickly.
Sonia swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. Her eyes
locked with his. "Not so fast Robert," she said, huskily. "You don't mind
if I use first names do you? I find 'titles' or surnames sometimes get in
the way of business."
Robert's ears pricked at the word 'titles.'
"John told you who I am?" he questioned, rounding on a defenseless John.
John palmed both hands saying innocently, "Hey, not me Robert that's
more than my job's worth."
"No nothing like that," she continued. "It's just that the circles I
move in, you get to meet a great number of important people at various
functions. I met your wife, Harriet, a few weeks ago. That's how I know
you, Senator Edwards. I believe we agreed tonight's 'entertainment' at two
thousand dollars with payment in advance. Do you have that amount with you
or would you like to charge it?"
"Cash my dear, here," he acknowledged, handing over a wad of banknotes.
She counted the money and placed it safely inside her bag.
"It's time to play boys. What do you fancy John? I see you've been
busy while we've been talking," gazing at John's erection.
"It's okay John, this one's on me. Make love to her anyway you want.
But make sure she comes first," he said, pouring a stiff drink. "I'll
watch."
For Robert the next half an hour proved sexually stimulating. His eyes
missed nothing and his erection captivated Sonia's attention. Her
eyes watched him as he stroked his manhood.
John proved a worthy lover and although most prostitutes showed every
sign of pleasure in order to provide their client with the erotic stimuli
to come, Sonia never did. She enjoyed her work too much and took sexual
pleasure whenever she could. This ocassion was no exception and John's
urgent, rhythmic thrusting, in the usual 'missionary' position, aroused
her.
She came; thrusting her pelvis up to meet his perspiring flesh. She
groaned long and low in her throat. It was enough to bring John to orgasm
who cried out and thrust deeper for a few strokes then rested. He lovingly
kissed her and she responded.
"Well done both of you. Have a deserved rest, then we can continue."
Sonia showered. They drank some more Scotch, joked; briefly discussed a
few topical news items and as usual the asked various questions about
Sonia's trade. It was around this time that John fell soundly asleep on
the bed.
Robert suggested she accompany him to his room so John could rest.
They dressed adequately for their short walk and made their way without
incident to Robert's larger suite. Whilst Robert used the bathroom, Sonia
quickly inserted his cardkey into the false bottom of her handbag, then,
turning on the radio to a late night music channel, she proceeded to enact
a slow, sensual dance routine that always impressed and aroused her
clients.
Within moments she was nude and Robert had the proudest erection of his
life.
Their love making provided each partner with the sexual gratification
they needed to fulfill their desires. As their sweat streaked bodies
approached simultaneous orgasm Robert's hands closed around Sonia's neck as
her head hung over the side of the bed, her arms trapped beneath her body.
Clenching his hand in an orgiastic cataclysm of sexual emotion Robert clung
to her throat as she bucked and trembled beneath him. In his mind, time
stood still, as he continued to thrust and grip his lover. He came and
came again until his penis went limp and he dropped down from his plateau
of pleasure.
His eyes met hers.
She was dead.
The staring, limpid brown pools, gazed lifelessly at the ceiling. He
groaned and rolled away.
**********
John's head ached. The shrill tone came and went, came and went. He
knew its origin but found it hard to roll over in bed and pick up the
phone.
Weakly he said,"Yes." His tone tired and sleepy. He looked at the
bedside clock that indicated a luminous four o'clock.
"John, its Senator Edwards. Get washed and dressed and come to my room
when you are able, please. It's important." The phone whirred.
The Senator had hung up.
**********
Robert put the phone gently back into its rest and for the hundredth
time glanced across to Sonia's lifeless, naked form.
He spent the next twenty minutes washing and dressing himself, then
cleaned the room of her presence. With some difficulty he managed to dress
her body. His last gesture was to close her eyelids.
His hand whipped away as he heard a gentle tapping on the door.
"Yes?" he inquired apprehensively.
"It's me... John."
Robert opened the door and allowed the entrance to the room
then closed it quickly.
John saw Sonia's unmoving body and knew.
"Christ, Senator what have you done? What in God's name possessed you?"
he hissed, moving over to Sonia's body and grabbing the phone.
For a weighing one hundred and eighty pounds Robert's body moved
surprisingly quickly as he reached out and plucked the phone from John's
hand.
"No," said Robert, vehemently. "No police. We can sort this mess out
together. It's simple... all we need do is put the body in another room
and no one will trace it back to mine."
"Simple? Simple?" reiterated John's suddenly high pitched voice. "It
may be simple to you Robert but I don't want to spend ten years in jail for
conspiracy to murder."
"You won't have to if you put her body in the room this cardkey fits,"
he said, brandishing the plastic card to room 166. "If you don't do as I
ask then I'll say you killed her in your room and put her body in mine to
implicate me. Don't forget there are probably traces of your semen still
inside her."
The air hung heavily between them. John's mind whirled with the
possibilities of his actions. If he helped the Senator now perhaps later
he could use this to his own advantage. If anyone saw him moving the body
he could say she was drunk, paralytic. He made up his mind.
"Robert, help me put her over my shoulders."
John's laboured breathing in the confines of the stairwell echoed in his
mind. 'I must get himself into better shape,' was a thought that filtered
through as his right hand held onto the woman's cool legs.
His hurried stride over the corridor's dense carpet led him to the door
marked 166. He deftly inserted the card and turned the handle. She was
getting heavier and he wanted this over.
He shut the door noiselessly behind him and waited for his sight to
adjust to the dim light.
The darkness uttered a single loud snore.
It was at that point John knew he had made a bad decision.
Slowly he discerned the area from where the snoring emanated - the bed.
He walked over and accidentally kicked an empty glass bottle into the
woodwork of the bedside cabinet. 'Shit!' he thought.
The snoring continued without missing a beat. Realisation dawned that
whoever was snoring was in a stupor. Even an earthquake would have
difficulty waking them.
He slowly released his burden onto the bed alongside the snoring figure.
Deftly searching Sonia's handbag he pocketed the Senator's money,
discarding the bag on the floor and left the room.
In the stairwell he vowed the Senator would pay dearly for this night's
work.
**********
A coldness in her back was the first unquiet indication Harriet
experienced as she dragged her numbed mind from sleep. She turned over and
felt a cold hand then opened her eyes to see Sonia's profile in the grey of
early morning.
"Sonia?" she said, shaking the bleary remnants of sleep from her cloudy
mind. "Sonia what is it?" Reaching over Harriet shook the woman's
shoulders.
Then, it hit her. She was dead. Somehow she must have killed her but
the how and why eluded her. She burst into tears as she sobbed her heart
out for the loss of her lover.
A thought shattered her grief. She would be tried for her murder.
Suddenly her guilt flew out of the window as she schemed for a way out of
her predicament. Nothing came to mind. She continued to weep.
Her grief lasted longer than the horror of what she had supposedly done.
She tried to find solace by searching Sonia's handbag that lay at the foot
of the bed. The contents spilled onto the floor and she rummaged through
them, searching for something, she knew not what. There were only the
usual articles a woman carries with her.
'So few possessions with which to die,' she thought, breaking down
again.
She picked up the clutch purse to put everything back when she felt a
stiffness to the base of the purse that she knew should not be there.
Once she found the opening the plastic card was easily removed.
'Why?' she thought. 'Why would Sonia have booked herself another room
in the same hotel when she knew she was spending the entire evening with
me?'
The room number was 156. The floor below.
She hurriedly washed and dressed and left the room taking Sonia's key
with her.
Once beside the door of room 156 she held her breath and placed an ear
to the cool wood for a few moments. No sound. She unlocked the door.
Stepping inside, her immediate perception of the room's interior was
that it was much larger than her own. The faint smell of male cologne hung
in the air. An image of Robert stepped into her thoughts.
The curtains were drawn but all three rooms were empty. She checked the
closet, drawers and bathroom cabinet but apart from the hotel's own linen
and ornaments there were no visible signs of occupancy.
'Strange,' she thought, 'not even a change of underwear.'
She quickly made her way back to her own room and sat on the bed next to
Sonia's cold body, contemplating what to do next. Somehow she had to get
Sonia's body into room 156. 'But how?' she wondered.
It was seven o'clock when a noise in the corridor jolted her to the door
to find the cause. Peering cautiously down the hallway she caught sight of
a stockinged leg and a broom handle disappearing through a doorway.
Outside of which stood a large mobile laundry basket together with another
cart containing household cleaning equipment.
Her lethargy disappeared in a flash of inspiration. She lifted Sonia
from the bed and dragged her under the armpits to the door where she left
her propped upright against the wall.
Stealing a glance along the hallway in both directions she walked
casually to the laundry basket and looked inside the room. Two maids were
busy scrubbing out the bathroom. She whisked the trolley along the
corridor and prayed mightily no one would come along. She took out most of
the dirty linen then dumped her lover's body into the cart and covered it
over. Gently closing her door she made for the service elevator that took
her swiftly down to the next floor.
Would her luck hold?
With her heart in her mouth, Harriet strode up to the door, unlocked it
and reaching into the bin lifted off the covers. She tossed them aside and
grasping the body's legs she hung them over the side of the cart. Reaching
under the woman's armpits she lifted with all the strength she could
muster. Her exuberant momentum carried her backwards through the doorway.
Sonia's cold body pinned her to the floor.
Harriet nearly panicked and rolled Sonia away from her. She dragged her
into the bedroom, drew down the covers, undressed her with practiced ease
and placed her in the bed. She threw the bedcovers over her body, tidied
her clothes, wiped clean the room's cardkey and left it on the bedside
table.
Glancing round she tried to in her mind what she may have
touched and thoroughly cleaned every surface. With a quick look around she
wished her lover farewell and quickly retrieved the discarded linen.
The return journey was uneventful but she decided to reconnoitre first
before wheeling the trolley into position.
No one was about and she placed it back into its original position.
She skipped away to her room. Swiftly and silently shutting the door
behind her. She rested her shaking body against its cool surface.
'I did it,' she thought. 'I really did it.' Tears welled in her eyes as
she shivered and sobbed her heart out. For the next twenty minutes she was
inconsolable.
**********
The first Harriet knew of her husband's involvement with Sonia was at
breakfast the following morning as she opened the folded newspaper. Its
headline stabbed at her heart - 'SENATOR HELD ON CALL-GIRL MURDER.'
Hungrily devouring the front page she began to realise that what
she had smelt in the hotel room had been Robert's cologne.
She felt used and abused but knew her actions had been vindicated.
Robert had killed their marriage. Sonia's death would ultimately rid
Harriet of Robert.
Absentmindedly her fingers played with the hollow, gold crucifix hanging
from her pale neck.
Inside, the warmth found Sonia's coiled pubic hair.
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