Chapter 6
The ten years that Raina spent in Baltimore blurred together in her memory. They were neither good nor bad years. They just were.
But they taught her one thing: to survive. And the only way she could live in the style which she liked was to depend upon the favors of men. At various times she worked as a shop-girl, model, waitress, and she had a brief marriage to a man named Jerry Goldin. She met him one evening when she was working as a cocktail waitress in a topless bar called the Tomahawk Club. Raina was on the eight to four a.m. shift. It was just past twelve o'clock when Goldin and his friends came into the club and were seated at one of Raina's tables. The four men at the table had obviously been drinking all evening and were very boisterous. They also made several passes at Raina. Raina irritably fended them off because the men looked as if they had nothing to offer. They were nondescriptly dressed in short-sleeved shirts and slacks and looked like common laborers.
"You ought to be up there, sugar, shaking your tits," said Goldin thickly as he stared openly at Raina's breasts.
Raina was wearing a brief outfit which was supposed to look American Indian. The top consisted of a short leather vest which displayed her ample breasts. The skirt, also leather, was cut below the navel and was fringed. To complete the outfit, she wore a headband with a feather in it.
"Thanks," Raina replied disinterestedly. "What will you gentlemen have?"
"You," said one and the four of them broke up.
"Perhaps I'd better give you all time to think. I'll come back later."
Raina turned and left the table.
"Hot damn! That's some sharp-lookin' piece," said Goldin, pounding his fist on the table.
"Yeah, but she's not very friendly," implied one of his cohorts.
"Friendly or not, she's got some set of tits," remarked Goldin noisily licking his lips.
Raina went to the service bar and ordered a coke from the bartender. Another waitress, a frowzy redhead named Mitzi, came to the bar to place her order.
"Jesus," complained Raina, "I've really had them tonight. But have you seen that latest batch of yokels over there? I'll probably get a dollar tip, if that."
"You must be kidding?" said Mitzi. "I wish they were at one of my tables."
"Why? What do you mean?"
"Don't ya' recognize that fella in the yalla shirt?"
Raina stared across the floor at Jerry Goldin. He was short, stockily built and had curly, reddish-blond hair which was badly cut.
"His face does look familiar. Who is he?"
"That's Jerry Goldin. You know, the Goldin Rule Stores."
"Christ!" replied Raina. "That's where I've seen him before. He's in all those awful television commercials."
Raina remembered seeing Goldin many times on the late night television commercials. Jerry Goldin came sauntering on as sure of himself as if he were Sir Laurence Olivier and delivered his spiel on his chain of discount appliance stores. The commercials were unrelenting in their hard sell and bad taste, but they worked on the public. Goldin was able to parlay one store into seven and his television appearances had made him something of a celebrity.
"He's not much to look at," Raina commented to Mitzi.
"Who is these days? At least he's got the big bucks, and a lot of 'em so I hear."
Raina went back to the table determined to be in a better humor. "Have you gentlemen decided what you'd like?" she asked in a voice that dripped sweetness.
"I guess we all want the same thing," Goldin smiled and stared directly at her breasts. "But we'll settle for four beers and an order of French fries."
Raina leaned forward, placing her order pad on the edge of the table nearest Goldin. As she wrote out the order, she allowed him a full view of her breasts. Then she went back to the service bar thinking—that ought to be worth a good tip at least.
Throughout the rest of the evening Raina noticed that Goldin's eyes were focused on her every time she looked in the direction of his table. Around three o'clock his companions departed and when she inquired whether or not he wanted another drink, he asked her if he could drive her home.
"Yes, I suppose. But I don't even know your name," Raina lied.
"Jerry Goldin. What's yours?"
"Raina Blaine."
"That's a very pretty name."
"Thank you."
"Like the girl."
"Thanks again."
Jesus, what a cornball, Raina thought to herself.
She went to the locker room and changed from the Indian uniform into a beige dress. She was glad she had worn it on that particular day since it was designed to show off her ample proportions.
Mitzi was excited at Raina's good luck. "Did he really ask to drive you home? Are you going to be seeing him again?"
"Mitzi, I don't know anything at this point. All the man asked was if he could take me home and whatever happens, happens," Raina replied blithely.
Raina left the club with Jerry Goldin. Outside a custom-built Cadillac was haphazardly parked next to the curb. The car was white and had been outfitted with a stereo set, bar and red leather upholstery.
Raina only lived four blocks away from the club and tried to think of an excuse to spend more time with Goldin. She mentioned that she was hungry and he drove her to an all-night restaurant where they both had bacon and eggs. The meal had a sobering effect on Goldin and he seemed to be amazed to find himself with such a beautiful young woman. He asked if he could take her out on her first night off. Raina, quick to seize the situation, said that she was off the following night. She knew that she'd be able to get Mitzi to work for her. Then Goldin confessed his true identity.
"I guess you don't watch television very much."
"No. I rarely turn it on," she said.
He explained his business and Raina feigned surprise. Goldin was pleased to be liked just for himself, or so he thought.
Even though Raina thought Goldin boorish, she couldn't complain about the way he treated her. He seemed oblivious to the fact that she'd been working in a topless bar. He was so dazzled by her beauty and her acquired charm that he treated her like a lady. Then, of course, there was his money.
On their first date he arrived promptly at eight o'clock and took Raina to the most expensive restaurant in Baltimore, the Savoy, where they dined on soft shell crabs and champagne. Later he took her dancing at the Faison D'Or. Goldin wasn't much of a dancer, but Raina did her best to make him look good.
Goldin had told her several times that his stores netted well over eighteen million dollars a year. What he didn't tell her was that the bulk of that money went back into operating costs.
Two weeks after they'd met, Goldin surprised Raina by asking her to marry him. She was at a low point in her life and was willing to do anything to escape the Tomahawk Club. She wasn't in love with Goldin, but she decided to give it a try. He was wealthy and when she tired of him, a divorce could be very profitable.
They were married in a civil ceremony and Goldin took Raina on a honeymoon to Montego Bay, Jamaica. He had booked rooms for them in the Bay Rock, a large smart resort on the beach.
Their first night together was less than satisfactory. Goldin had never appealed to Raina sexually. He had a good deal of hair on his body and he was hung less than average. His lovemaking techniques were, at best, clumsy. But Raina decided to make the best of it. If nothing else, she would find herself a lover. She wanted to eventually get a big slice of the Goldin money.
When they returned to Baltimore, Goldin started building a big, expensive home for his beautiful bride. It was to have twenty-two rooms, a swimming pool, and a ballroom. Raina was delighted since she loved the idea of playing the hostess. But the house was never finished. Jerry Goldin's business went bankrupt in the midst of the construction.
Raina sued for divorce and ended up being awarded a mere hundred dollars a month alimony which after the first few months Goldin was never able to pay.
Feeling that she'd been had, Raina decided to leave Baltimore. The years she'd spent there hadn't been good to her. She still had her face and figure and looked a good deal younger than her age. She took what money she'd saved and moved to Washington, D.C.
She got an apartment on K Street and set about the business of finding a job. She found one at Garfinkel's, a department store and continued her search for Mr. Right.
Raina liked Washington. She liked the cleanliness, the white buildings and most of all, she liked the men. They were plentiful and generous. After awhile she was able to quit her job at the department store. She met a girl named Jenny whose ambitions were similar to hers and the two girls moved into an apartment together to save money. Six months later Raina met Michael Chambers and her career as a politician's kept woman began.
But not all that was over. Raina frowned as she thought over the scene that had just taken place—her dismissal by Chambers that afternoon. She wasn't going to let him get away with it. She had the goods on him and she intended to make use of them. Raina had been comfortable for too long to want to go to her old life ... sharing apartments and clothes with other girls and wondering from week to week how she could cajole enough money to cover her phone bill from her latest John. She intended to make her tapes pay off and pay off big.
"I could even write a book," she said to herself as she stepped out of the tub.
She would get a ghost writer, of course, to help with the spelling and the grammar. She smiled at herself in the mirror. "Me, an authoress!"
After drying, Raina threw on a robe and went back to her closet and checked the various drawers of the filing cabinet. She had more than a hundred tapes on file plus several diaries which recorded names and dates. She sat down in the middle of the round bed and began leafing through the diaries. It was all there, every sexual event.
And she had the tapes as proof.
Raina was so engrossed in reading her own diaries that when Marie, her maid, knocked on the bedroom door, she jumped.
"What is it, Marie?" she asked irritably.
"Mr. Bertini is here, Miz Raina."
"Oh! Have him wait a few moments."
Raina hurriedly gathered up the diaries and put them back in the locked file cabinets in the closet. She rushed into the bathroom and applied her make-up. Then she went into her living room to greet her date.
Vince Bertini asked, "What's the hold up, babe? Were you hustlin' somebody out the back door?"
"No, of course not. I just hadn't finished putting on my make-up. How are you, Vince?"
"Hot to trot."
"Shall we go into the bedroom?"
"Sure thing."
Raina loved the way he got right down to business. He began undressing immediately and talking to her sexually.
"Jesus, it's been a long time, babe. I've been anxious to get this big cock into your cunt. Take off that thing. I want to see your tits."
Raina did as she was told and lay back on the round bed and watched her lover as he got undressed. Vince's resemblance to Deke, her first lover, was phenomenal. Vince had black, curly hair, a rather flat nose and a broad, easy grin. His body was as muscular as Deke's had been, and he was extremely well hung.
"Did you miss this, baby?" Vince asked as he wrapped his hand around his thick cock and shook it at her.
"You know I did, Vince."
"I know I missed that sweet, little cunt of yours. Mmmm. I can't wait to get my tongue up there and tickle your clit."
Raina lay back on the bed and spread her legs apart. She ran her fingers down over her body and pulled the lips of her cunt apart. As Vince crossed the floor, his cock got harder and harder, and when he reached the edge of the bed, it was sticking straight out, all nine inches of it. Raina looked up and watched his reflection in the round ceiling mirror, Vince's legs were strong and his thighs very muscular. His buttocks were high and indented on either side and there was a tuft of black hair running down the crevice. He aimed his cock in her direction. Hanging beneath were two heavy balls. Each of them was about the size of a peach.
Raina closed her eyes and thought of Deke. Sometimes she wished that she hadn't lost track of him. How old would he be now? Forty? Forty-five? Something like that.
Suddenly she felt a hot mouth on the pink slit of her vaginal lips. Vince pressed the lower half of his face against her crotch, moving it from side to side. Then he ran his tongue lightly over her cuntal lips and opened his mouth and covered it completely. Raina gasped, dug her fingers into the back of his curly head and pulled him closer. Using the forefinger of each hand, he parted her outer lips and buried his mouth between her legs. Vince began noisily sucking on her cunt. He stuck his tongue inside, laving the soft membranes of her vaginal walls. His tongue licked her clitoris and sucked and chewed on it until it grew erect. He slipped his hands under her buttocks and lapped her cunt until her juices began to flow. He licked up her secretions, then released her, moving up her body until his cock pressed against her chin.
"Eat my cock."
His cock was throbbing like a vibrator. Raina slid her tongue between her lips and touched the giant, shiny head. She began to lick it with swift, circular movements. She wrapped her hands around his firm, tight buttocks, pulled him closer and took him inside her mouth.
"Mama mia," he moaned and began bucking his hips forward and backward, sliding his cock in and out of the hot stricture of her mouth.
Raina closed her lips around the thick shaft and began sucking it with fervor. Vince put his hand on her forehead and stopped her for a moment. He swung his body around until his face was directly over her cunt.
"Let's do it together," he murmured.
He began licking her lower stomach. Raina threw her legs apart as he ran his tongue down over her pubic hair to her pussy. Her body trembled when his lips nibbled at the hair between her thighs. Vince moved his head back and forth, letting his lips, tongue and breath caress her cunt. Then he flipped out his tongue and ran it along her vulva. Raina cried out in delight, but the sound was muffled by the thick pillar of flesh which was embedded in her throat. Vince spread her legs farther apart and she shoved her pussy up against his face. He stiffened his tongue and searched for her opening, flicking it in and out with rapid strokes. Vince rubbed the tip of his tongue across her clitoris until he could feel her groans reverberating against the shaft of his cock. Raina wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked it with the same rhythm that he was sucking her. Vince's oral technique was fantastic and before Raina even realized what was happening, she was beginning to climax. The lower half of her body started to shake and Vince licked her cunt furiously as he let himself go. His cock exploded inside her mouth and the sperm came gushing out in hot steady spurts. Raina swallowed it hungrily and when their climaxes subsided, they pulled apart and lay back on the round bed panting.
"Babe, I needed that."
"So did I," she whispered. She took his hand and kissed his fingertips.
"I'm hungry. You got anything in the house to eat—besides that?" he said, patting her cunt.
"I'll ask Marie to make us some ham sandwiches. I'm hungry, too."
Raina went into the kitchen where Marie was sitting, reading a paperback novel.
"Marie, how about getting off your ass and making us a couple of sandwiches?"
"Yes, Miz Raina," the girl replied listlessly.
"Use the rye bread, lots of ham, mustard, butter and lettuce."
"The lettuce ain't clean, Miz Raina."
"Good God! Then clean it! What do you think I'm paying you for?"
"Yes, ma'am. Do you want anythin' with them sandwiches?"
"Open a beer for Mr. Bertini and I'll have a Tab."
Raina left the kitchen thinking that she would have to give Marie notice. There was no point in having a maid's salary eat into her five thousand dollars. Besides, she was a pain in the ass and Raina, when it came right down to it, didn't mind housework. She rather liked it. Still she would miss being waited upon. After working for years as a cocktail waitress and other similar jobs, she had enjoyed having the tables turned.
She went back into the bedroom. "Sandwiches coming right up. And I'm having Marie open you a beer."
"Good deal. Now come on back to bed."
"But, honey," she protested, "Marie will be in here in a few minutes. Pull the sheets up over you."
"Why? Are you afraid that if she gets a look at a cock as big as mine she's liable to flip out?"
"She's already flipped out. Now come on and be a good boy."
There was a knock at the door. Raina pulled the front of her peignoir together and let Marie in. She was carrying the sandwiches and drinks precariously balanced on a tray.
"You need anythin' else today, Miz Raina?"
"No. That will be all, Marie. You can go to your movie."
Marie's face brightened. She quickly set down the tray on the nightstand and left the room.
"I've never seen her move that fast before," Vince commented as he picked up a ham sandwich.
Raina sat down on the edge of the bed and bit disinterestedly into hers.
"What's the matter, babe?" Vince asked between bites. "Somethin' on your mind? That John of yours givin' you any trouble?"
"No, nothing like that," Raina answered quietly.
She knew that if she did what she had planned with the tapes, she would become a national figure overnight. Because of that she would have to cool it with Vince. There would be counter-charges and she would be watched very closely by photographers.
Raina put the sandwich down and reached across the bed to grab Vince's soft cock. She smiled as she rolled it around in her hand. It looked like a small human being—a little elf in a skin-colored turtleneck sweater. She pulled the foreskin back and the eye of the little being winked at her. She leaned over and took it in her mouth. She loved to suck on it when it was soft, which wasn't very often. Her ash blonde hair spilled over Vince's cock as she lolled it around in her mouth.
Vince finished eating his sandwich and attacked what was left of hers. "Be with you in a minute, babe. No sense letting good food go to waste."
Raina nuzzled her lips against his soft, black pubic hair and worked her tongue around in her mouth. Then she opened her mouth wide, took one of his large balls and stuffed it inside along with his soft cock. Her mouth was jammed full, but she had the desire to get his other ball inside so that she was sucking all of him at the same time. She managed to work the other one into her mouth.
"Hey," Vince said, "you're eatin' the whole thing."
His cock started to get hard, taking up space inside her mouth and forcing the balls out. Vince licked the crumbs from his lips and lay back on the bed. He slid his legs farther apart and watched Raina's bobbing head while she sucked him.
"Uh! Way to go, Raina baby!"
With one of her hands she squeezed and fondled his balls. With the other she held onto the base of his cock and began dragging her tongue over the full length of it and the surrounding areas. Then her oral caresses centered directly on his cock. He thrust his cock upward. She opened her mouth and let it slide between her elastic lips. She closed her mouth on it and began moving her head up and down, teasing his cock with the tip of her tongue. She let it slide out of her mouth almost all of the way, using an intense pressure from the suction of her mouth. Vince rested his arms behind his head and watched as she stuffed her mouth full of his giant prick. Raina looked up at him through half-lidded eyes and began to move up and down in slow, sensuous movements. The sight of his cock sliding into her beautiful face tripled his excitement and he felt a familiar, urgency in his groin. His climax was beginning to build.
"Take me standing up."
Vince stood up in the middle of the bed. Raina got to her knees and leaned her head back slightly so that his cock could slide all the way down her throat. Vince began undulating his hips and muttering unintelligible Italian phrases as he drove his cock into her mouth. He reached down and fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples roughly while he banged his cock down her throat. Raina held onto his buttocks and let Vince fuck her in the mouth. Vince pumped his hips forward with a driving force, thrusting it all the way in and pulling it back out until only the tip of his cockhead remained between her lips.
"I'm goin' to come any minute," he said in a strained voice.
Raina groaned in expectant delight and looked up at him as he continued fucking her mouth. His face twisted into a grimace of sensuality as his cock disappeared, reappeared and disappeared once again. Then Vince cried out and his semen shot into her mouth in hot spurts. Raina swallowed him eagerly. When he was finished, Vince sagged to his knees and lay down on the bed. Raina handed him the glass of beer and he took a swig.
"Lay back, Raina."
He took another swig of beer in his mouth, but didn't swallow it. He clamped his mouth down over her cunt and let the beer pour inside. Then he closed his mouth over her pussy and his tongue began to lick and lap. Raina twisted and writhed and cried out with small, kitten-like cries as his tongue probed her inner folds. He attacked the sensitive tissues of her cunt and hi» teeth chewed on the bud of her clitoris. Raina ground her teeth together and pushed her hips upwards. Vince looked up. His mouth was saliva-smeared.
"That's called puttin' a head on your beer," he said laughing.
Suddenly Raina felt his strong body press against her, pushing her down on the mattress. She felt him place his swollen cock between her pussy lips and ease it into her cuntal channel. She felt a sudden surge of pleasure as it worked in her with a quick and steady rhythm. She responded immediately and her shapely body began to rock along with his ... fucking as she was being fucked. Not since Deke, had Raina known such perfect unison. She was in complete harmony with Vince sexually. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto him, pressing her lips against his. The pleasure burning in her cunt rushed through her body making her feel like she was being warmed by a hot Caribbean sun. She raised her legs and cradled him between them. Vince's grunts grew louder as her soft thighs caressed his waist. He accelerated his movements, driving his prick into her relentlessly.
"Oh, do it to me, Vince," she squealed. "Do it to meeeee!"
She felt him tighten inside her and he slowed down his movements to stave off his impending climax. Vince lay on top of her motionless for a few minutes. His hard, swollen shaft of flesh not moving inside of her, but simply throbbing. Then he began to fuck her once again. Slowly, carefully, moving his cock into her with a perfect rhythm. Raina pushed against him and clawed at his back and cried out helplessly. Vince accelerated his own rhythm to match hers and his cock started trembling again. Raina clamped her legs around his waist and squeezed him hard against her as if she were trying to fuse their bodies.
"Vince!" she screamed as she reached her orgasm.
His own climax rushed forward and spewed into her. They collapsed on the bed, a tangle of throbbing, pulsating flesh.
Vince closed his eyes. "Mind if I stay all night, babe?"
"No. I guess not."
Raina would have preferred that he leave. She had a lot of thinking to do. But she was also thinking about Vince and how he enjoyed sex before breakfast.
“I'm going to read awhile, if it won't bother you."
"No, nothin' bothers me, Raina. Play the TV if you want to."
Vince rolled over to one side and fell asleep immediately. Raina waited a few minutes until his breathing was very deep. Then she crept out of bed, went to her closet and the filing cabinets. She took out the diaries, spread them over her desk, and picked up where she had left off when Vince had arrived. Around two-thirty in the morning she had finished reading them. Also stuffed inside the diaries were carbon copies of plane tickets which had been bought for her by Chambers when they used to take trips together to Paris.
Then, suddenly, Raina knew what her course of action would be. She had remembered one particular trip when she was returning from Paris. She and Chambers had boarded the first-class area separately. Raina had been seated with a young man and young woman, both blue-eyed and blond, and they'd struck up a conversation. They were lovers and also reporters for the Washington Herald. After several rounds of drinks and mutual comments about Washington, they began telling one another stories about Capitol Hill. After her third martini, Raina remarked that she was sleeping with half of Washington, including a lot of Congressmen. Jeff seized upon the situation and urged her to write a story about her liaisons. Raina was very free about talking about her sexual activities, except she didn't name names or mention who paid her salary. The two energetic reporters smelled a hot story and asked Raina to meet them for lunch the next day. Raina said she would.
The reporters were delighted. They had been planning on setting up a gossip column in the paper for a long time. Even if the stories were thinly disguised, it would mean a raise for them and probably would lead to better reporting jobs.
Raina excused herself to go to the rest room and the two young people talked excitedly between themselves.
"At first I thought she was full of bullshit," said Jeff. "But she knows too many facts. She's got to be telling the truth."
"That's exactly what I felt," agreed Maryann. "She's obviously not that bright to have gathered her information from hearsay."
Chambers was upset. He had recognized the two Herald reporters and was going through agony as he watched Raina getting friendly with the two of them. He slipped on a pair of sunglasses and followed Raina up the staircase of the 747 to the rest rooms. The Herald reporters were so excited about the ensuing story that they didn't notice him.
It wasn't hard for Chambers to ascertain which rest room Raina was using. The trail of Shalimar led him directly to the source and he tapped on the door.
"Just a minute," called Raina.
Chambers cupped his hand against the door and whispered as loudly as he dared. "Raina, it's Michael."
Within a few seconds the door opened. Raina looked at him with surprise. Chambers pushed his way into the lavoratory and locked the door behind him.
"What in the hell do you mean," he scolded, "talking to those two reporters?"
Raina looked at him innocently. "I didn't know they were reporters."
"What were you talking about?"
"Party-going and gossip about Capitol Hill."
"You didn't mention my name, did you?"
"Of course not, Michael. What's the matter with you?" Raina replied thickly.
"And stop drinking so much. You're liable to spill the beans. Change your seat or change the subject. You're obviously not working in D.C. as a secretary. Did you say you, did?"
"I didn't," Raina lied.
"Goddamned hell of a situation!"
"Don't worry, Michael. I won't let anything slip."
"You sure as hell better not. You could fuck up your own situation very easily, Raina. If the press ever got wind of our little arrangement, we'd probably both be out of a job. After all, it's not as if I were completely supporting you out of my own pocket."
"I know that," replied Raina petulantly and sat down on the closed lid of the toilet.
Chambers stared at the pouting young woman. "I'm sorry, Raina. I didn't mean to upset you. I just thought you ought to know who they are."
Raina pretended as if she were about to cry. She had the ability to make her eyes misty and to screw up her face in a hurt, little girl look. Chambers began to feel guilty for bawling her out. He stroked her blonde hair and held her face against his stomach.
"There, there, Raina. Don't cry. There's nothing to be upset about. I warned you in time. You can go back and continue talking to those people. Just be careful what you say."
"I will, Michael. I will."
Raina smiled to herself and ran her hands over Chambers' crotch. "You're so good to me," she murmured. "I'm going to be good to you."
She leaned forward, grabbed the tab of his zipper between her teeth and unzipped his fly. She began nuzzling her mouth between the open zipper, blowing warm breaths of air over the Congressman's underwear. The ludicrous situation turned Chambers on and he began to get an erection. He undid his belt buckle, stepped out of his pants and underwear and kicked off his Gucci shoes.
"By the way," Raina asked, "how did you know which one of these Johns I was in?"
"Simple," he said. "The Shalimar trail."
Raina hung her dress on a hook on the back of the door and stepped out of her shoes and panties. Chambers slid his arms around her waist and began rubbing the head of his hardened cock against her pussy lips. He started to force it inside, but found that she was dry. He had Raina stand on the seat of the toilet. She spread her legs apart and balanced herself by holding onto the light fixtures on the walls.
"Spread those cunt lips apart for me, Raina."
She slid her hand down to her mound and opened her cunt for his awaiting mouth. He pressed his lips against her Shalimar-scented slit and began licking her furiously. At the same time he jerked on his cock getting it ready for the fucking. After five minutes of his oral ministrations, Raina's juices began to flow and she stepped down off the John.
"How do we do it in here?" she asked innocently.
"I'll sit down and you straddle my legs."
Chambers sat down on the toilet seat and Raina got on top of him. She moved her body downward, easing the head of his cock into her hot cunt.
"Oooh, that feels good," Chambers groaned. "I wanted to do this this morning, but we got up so late and you hadn't packed."
"Sh-sh-sh," said Raina, pressing her finger over his lips. "Just do it now."
Raina began raising and lowering herself on his driving cock. Chambers pushed upward, shoving it all the way into her. Raina closed her eyes and wished she was having sex with the handsome young reporter, Jeff Wallace.
That trip to Paris had been a particularly exciting one for Raina. They had stayed at their usual and separate rooms at the George V. Most of Chambers' days were taken up with business dealings and Raina was allowed to freely roam the shops and to buy a selection of designer clothes. In the evenings she and Chambers joined the tourists and enjoyed themselves at Paris' famous nightspots—the Moulin Rouge, the Follies Bergere, the Crazy Horse or the Lido. The only thing which bothered Raina about the trip was the rich French food. She had gained three pounds.
She glanced at her midriff in the mirror as she moved up and down on Chambers' cock. Tomorrow I'll have to start exercising my middle Tomorrow! She had forgotten that she had promised to meet those reporters for lunch. But that would never do—not now. Now that Chambers had warned her. After-all, there was no use jeopardizing her position.
Chambers began puffing loudly. Raina sighed, knowing he was about to come. His load shot inside her and she faked an orgasm to please his masculine ego. After they disengaged themselves, Chambers got dressed. Raina peeked out the door of the lavatory to see if the coast was clear and he left, warning her once again about the reporters.
Raina rinsed her cunt in the small sink and patted it dry with a paper towel. Then she got dressed, sprayed herself with Shalimar and went back to her seat.
"We thought maybe you had decided to take a walk outside," Wallace remarked.
"Oh, I ran into an acquaintance of mine upstairs going into the bar and I had to chat a few moments."
"Who was it?" asked Maryann Crane. "Anybody from Washington?"
"No," said Raina. "An old girlfriend of mine from Baltimore."
"We took the liberty of ordering you another drink," said Wallace.
Raina picked up the martini and sipped it slowly. She mustn't allow herself to get drunk again. The sexual encounter in the lavatory had sobered her up considerably and she was thinking more clearly. She didn't know what excuse to come up with for canceling lunch. She decided to let it go until the next day, afraid that they might get suspicious about her trip to the John. She glanced over her shoulder and noticed with amusement that Chambers had turned his face to the window and was feigning sleep in an effort to keep the reporters from seeing him.
When the plane landed in Washington, Raina suggested that they wait before disembarking. "I hate being shoved about in the aisles."
The two reporters agreed and Chambers was able to slip by them while Raina engaged them in conversation. Later that evening he called her to congratulate her on her quick thinking and promised that he would see that she was amply rewarded.
Raina slept late the next morning and didn't get up in time to call the reporters. The two young people were disappointed by her no-show at the Sans Souci restaurant. About mid-afternoon Maryann Crane managed to obtain Raina's unlisted phone number and called her. Marie, the maid, answered and Raina was prepared with her story. She explained to Maryann that she often suffered tremendously from the jet lag and that she had taken some sleeping pills and slept through their luncheon date. The reporter tried to pin her down for another date, but Raina was vague and promised to call them at the Washington Herald when she was free.
"What are you so happy about? Is she coming?"
"No. She gave me some cock and bull story about jet lag and sleeping pills. You know what I think?"
"What's that?"
"I think we ought to get a passenger list of that flight. Call it woman's intuition or whatever you like, but I have a sneaking suspicion that one of Miss Blaine's boyfriends was on that flight and we were too involved with her to notice him."
"You mean, he noticed us?"
"Right, sweetheart."
Jeff Wallace called a buddy of his at TWA and found out that Michael Chambers happened to have been on the same flight.
"You're kidding?" squealed Maryann. "Wow! And we didn't even see him."
"But of course that doesn't make him her lover. But we can certainly find out."
Jeff ordered more coffee from the waiter.
"Of course. If we find out that this Raina Blaine is Chambers' girl friend, that's not much of a story other than an item for the gossip columns. He's not married, so what's he doing wrong?"
"I'd just be very curious who paid for her flight to Paris. Did you notice that dress she was wearing?"
"No, I didn't."
"Well, I'd bet my next week's paycheck that it was an original Yves St. Laurent. No, booby, that gal's a kept woman and two to one, knowing how tight Chambers is with a buck, he's not keeping her. We are. I mean we the taxpayers."
Crane and Wallace started following Chambers and, sure enough, he was coming to visit Raina about once or twice a week and he wasn't always alone. They kept records of the dates and who visited Raina's apartment. But still that didn't prove anything. Several more times they invited Raina to lunch, but she always made excuses. And finally they stopped asking her. They never used the items about Raina and her Capitol Hill friends in the gossip column, sensing that it might eventually turn out to be a big story. And they felt there was no use in alerting the parties involved.
Raina closed her diaries and decided that the next day she would get in touch with the reporters who were so anxious to talk to her. But she had to be a thwarted woman to gain their sympathy. She turned out the lights and lay her head on Vince's muscular chest and was still making plans as she fell asleep.
The next morning she and Vince had a delightful round of lovemaking before breakfast. Vince left at ten o'clock to get his car at the garage. Raina took a shower-and got dressed in a beige linen suit and matching hat. Then she caught a cab to Chambers' bank and cashed the check before going to his office.
Miss Feld looked surprised when Raina came marching in.
"I want to see the Congressman," she said.
"Do you have an appointment with him, Miss Blaine?" the secretary asked icily.
"No. But he'll see me. He'd better see me."
Miss Feld called Chambers on the intercom. "Miss Blaine is here."
Chambers shot out of his chair. "What do you mean here?"
"She's here in the office, Congressman Chambers, and she insists upon seeing you."
"Have her wait a few minutes."
Chambers had been talking long distance to his fiancée, Penny Phillips, when Miss Felt had buzzed him.
"I'll have to go, sweetheart. An unexpected visitor."
"Of course, darling. Do the plans for the reception sound okay?"
"I leave it all in your hands."
He blew a noisy kiss into the receiver before hanging up. Then he buzzed Miss Feld on the intercom. "Send Miss Blaine in."
Chambers opened the door to his office and let Raina enter. He shut it hard behind her and said through clenched teeth, "Just what in hell are you doing here?"
Raina seated herself in an expensive leather chair. She crossed her legs and arranged the folds of her dress. "Is there something wrong in my dropping by to see an old friend?" she asked sweetly.
"What is this shit, Raina? You don't just drop by a Congressman's office. Even you know that."
"I read in the morning paper that your precious little Penny is arriving in town today for your wedding reception tomorrow. I thought it might just be a breach of etiquette, but I realized you hadn't invited me."
He scowled at her. "What kind of a game is this you're playing, Raina? Invite you to the reception? Of course not."
"Are you ashamed of me?" she asked bitterly.
"What are you talking about? I told you it was all over between us. I'm getting married. I can't have all my old girl friends milling about, making comments. Penny wouldn't like it."
"Well, fuck her! Who cares whether she likes it or not? I'm coming."
"If you do, I'll have the guards throw you out!"
"You wouldn't dare!" Raina stood up, trembling with rage.
"Try it and find out how quickly you'll be bounced out on your pretty little ass. Now get out of here. I've got work to do."
"You have work to do? I have some work to do myself. Remember those reporters that I met on that last flight from Paris?"
"What about 'em?" asked Chambers evenly.
"Well, I just might call them up and meet them for lunch. I'm sure they'd be interested in a lot of things I'd have to say."
"You do that, you bitch, and I'll ... "
"You'll what?"
"No cunt is going to make a fool out of me. I'll see you dead first." His face was contorted with rage. Raina had never seen that side of Chambers before. "I mean it," he said. "I've got a lot of influence around this city. You start wagging that tongue of yours and I'll have it cut out."
"You're bluffing. You can't go around having people hurt or killed."
"Open your trap and find out. Now get the fuck out of here."
He pushed her toward the door. Raina turned and slapped Chambers across the face. "Bastard!"
He pushed her against the wall and slapped her four times in quick succession. Raina's face was burning and tears welled in her eyes.
"You cunt! I'll have you thrown out of that apartment today if you don't get off my back. And I'll stop payment on that check!"
"I've already been to the bank," said Raina in a hoarse voice. "The money's stashed away in a safe deposit box along with the tapes."
“What tapes?"
"Just all the tapes I made of our sexual activities, darling—yours, mine and the others."
“I don't believe you."
"You don't have to. Read tomorrow's papers."
Raina flung open the door and walked quickly past Miss Feld. She turned to the secretary who had always scorned her and said, "Sweetie, you'll be out of a job soon, you dried-up old turd."