Chapter 7
After leaving Chambers' office, Raina went directly across the street to a drugstore and found a phone booth. She calmly looked up the number of the Herald and asked for either Maryann Crane or Jeff Wallace. Maryann answered. When she did, Raina went into her act and began weeping into the receiver.
"I need to talk to you," she sobbed. "I'm frightened for my life. Congressman Michael Chambers has just threatened to kill me."
"Hold on a minute. Back up. What's this all about?"
"I'm ready to talk to you now. Can we have that lunch date?"
"I'm tied up today, but how about tomorrow?"
"I may not be able to talk tomorrow."
"Okay. I'll cancel my lunch date. Is it all right if I bring Jeff along?"
"Yes, of course. I'd like for him to hear what I have to say."
"Let's meet at the Hay-Adams Hotel. You know where it is?"
"It's near here, isn't it?"
"It's at the corner of Sixteenth and H Streets. We'll meet you in the dining room in half an hour,"
"I'll be there," said Raina with a final racking sob.
She hung up the receiver and pursed her lips in an expression of triumph.
Raina arrived at the hotel's dining room first. She was shown to a table which Maryann had called to reserve. The Tudor Room was crowded with lunch patrons. They were all talking loudly and all seemed to know each other. Raina ordered a martini and was looking over the menu when the two reporters joined her. She immediately put on her distressed air. The two reporters also ordered drinks and Jeff suggested they decide on lunch before they got down to business.
"I'm so upset I don't think I could eat a thing," Raina lied. Actually she was famished. "I'll just have a pompano stuffed with seafood ... and another martini."
After the waiter departed, Jeff asked, "Now what's this all about?"
Raina's eyes filled with tears. She began spilling out the story of her relationship with Congressman Chambers. Both reporters listened intently to her bizarre tale as the tape recorder in Maryann's handbag recorded Raina's every word. "You say that you were getting paid this fifteen thousand dollar a year salary for doing nothing but being available to Chambers for sex?"
"Not only him," Raina sniffed. "But some of his constituents and other representatives, senators and private businessmen. I was used," she emphasized the word. "Used to help him put over certain bills."
"What made you decide to come to us now?"
“Well, he called it off last night," replied Raina candidly. "He told me I had a month to get out of the apartment. He paid me off with a five thousand dollar check. He's getting married, you know."
"Yes, we know," smiled Maryann. "We're due to cover the reception. Do you have proof of all this?"
Raina told about the tapes and how she'd kept diaries and plane ticket stubs, etc.
"How about the checks?"
"They're back in Chambers' hands now. But I had each one of them Photostatted before I cashed them," replied Raina proudly.
"You say he threatened you?" asked Jeff.
"That's right. He said he'd see me dead if I made any trouble for him."
"Wow! You didn't happen to pick that up on any of your tapes, did you?" asked Maryann.
Raina shook her head. "No. I was in his office."
After a time, the waiter began serving lunch. Raina lowered her voice and continued her story.
"I'm afraid for myself. I figure that talking to reporters was good insurance for me. I believe that Chambers has Mafia connections. One phone call and I'd be six feet under. If I'm not around tomorrow, it won't be because I've flown off to Paris."
"Oh, yes. What about that Paris trip?" asked Maryann.
"Trips," Raina corrected. "We must have been back and forth ten or twelve times."
“Who paid for those trips?"
“It was a write-off of some kind. Even my clothes."
"What about Chambers? Do you intend to see him again?" asked Jeff.
"No," said Raina surprised. "He said he never wanted to lay eyes on me."
"I think he'll get in touch with you again." The young man continued. "I think he'll try to soothe your ruffled feathers. If he wants to go out with you again, we'd like to follow you. Would that bother you?"
"Not at all. I think it would be excellent protection in case he gets violent with me."
Two and a half hours later the three concluded their lunch. Maryann Crane and Jeff Wallace returned to the Herald and went to their executive editor, Beau Wilde, and told him about their lunch with Raina Blaine. They also told Wilde that they planned to follow Raina if Chambers saw her again. Wilde was excited and approved of their plan.
"This could be the biggest thing since Watergate," he exclaimed. "If this Blaine woman is on the payroll, God knows how many other women are in the same position."
"That's a good choice of words, boss," Maryann laughed.
"Well, you two get on it and stay on it. Make this business come before anything else."
"What about Chambers' wedding reception? We'd still like to cover that"
"By all means. I think you should. You know, it would be rather interesting if the Blaine woman showed up after all."
"Wouldn't it though?" mused Maryann.
Raina went directly by the bank, retrieved the tapes from her safety deposit box and returned to her apartment. She began listening to them. At four o'clock that afternoon Chambers called. His voice was sweet and tempered with a hint of remorse.
"Raina, I'm just calling to say how sorry I am about exploding at you this morning. It's not like me, but I've been under tremendous pressure. Can we meet somewhere and talk this out? Neither of us has to act so hastily. I'm sure I can make you understand the gravity of the situation. Maybe this break-up can be just temporary until after Penny and I are married. We could even move you into another apartment in another part of the city."
"I like it where I am."
"Well, at least Set's meet and talk about it. How about if I pick you up at eight-thirty this evening and we'll go for a drive some place?"
“All right," agreed Raina. After she hung up, she immediately called the Washington Herald and got in touch with Maryann Crane to tell her about the phone call. The two reporters said they would each follow Chambers' car separately in case one of them lost him.
"Oh, good. I'd feel so much safer," said Raina. "He was like a maniac this morning. I'd never seen him that way."
"You've got him up against the wall, Raina."
“Yes, I suppose so," Raina replied with a thin smile.
Raina put away the tapes. She panicked for a moment. What if Chambers should come into the apartment and try to take them? What could she do to stop him? She would have to tell him she had lied about the existence of the tapes. As soon as she could, she would have to get them out of the house and put them back in her safety deposit box, just in case ...
Chambers arrived a few minutes past eight-thirty. Raina was waiting in the foyer. He didn't get out of the car. He slid across the seat and opened the door for her. Before getting inside, Raina looked around hoping to catch sight of the reporters. But she didn't see them.
They were, however, nearby in separate cars. They saw Chambers' limousine pull up in front of the apartment house and as soon as it pulled away, they followed him. For the first several miles neither Chambers nor Raina said anything.
Finally Chambers said, "There's a package for you in the back seat."
Raina was surprised. She leaned over the back seat and picked up a shopping bag from Garfinkel's. It contained a Shalimar gift set, including bath powder, bath oil, cologne and perfume.
"You see, Raina, I am sorry about the way I behaved."
Raina didn't comment. She opened the purse-sized spray and sprayed herself, filling the interior of the car with the heady aroma.
They drove to Arlington National Cemetery and parked. Raina waited for Chambers to make his move.
"You're still the most attractive woman I've ever met," he said, putting his hand on her knee.
Raina pulled her knee away. "Then why didn't you marry me?" she asked adamantly.
"Raina, I couldn't. This is a sort of an arranged marriage, so to speak. Penny's the daughter of one of my constituents. Her father got me elected, for Christ's sake."
"So now you're paying off. You're as big a whore as I am."
Chambers winced at her remark, but didn't retort.
"I think you're being unfair. After all, I did give you five thousand dollars and the apartment for another month. And, if things get tight, you could even stay there a little longer."
"What do I do in the meantime? I'm going to have to get rid of my maid."
"I told you I'd see that things were all right for you. I know that both Ben Bartol and Dennis Fletcher are interested in you."
“The dirty joke bit again."
“I don't know what you're being so huffy about. You didn't mind having sex with them before, and now that they're in a better position in Congress, they've got a great deal more money to spend."
“Not their own, of course."
Chambers laughed. "Of course not their own."
He put his hand on her shoulder. "Come on, Raina. Let's remain friends. There's no point in lashing out at each other."
Raina's body was rigid under his touch. He moved his hand down over her left breast and began to fondle it through the fabric of her dress. Raina wondered if the reporters were nearby. They were. Chambers' vision was somewhat impaired by the weeping willow tree he'd parked under. Only ten yards away, facing in opposite directions, the two reporters waited. Maryann, who had the better view, had also brought along a pair of opera glasses she used when she attended the ballet at the John F. Kennedy Center. She adjusted them to suit her eyesight and had a fairly clear view through the side window of Chambers' limousine. Sitting alone on that dark night in the cemetery gave her the creeps. She wished that she and Jeff had gone in the same car. At that moment there was a tap on the window pane. Maryann caught her breath and almost dropped the opera glasses. It was Jeff. She held the button of the overhead light and opened the car door for him.
"Jesus God!" she exclaimed. "You almost scared the pants off me."
"That's an interesting thought. I figured why should we sit out here separated since you've got the better view? What's going on anyway?"
"They're just talking. It looks like he's trying to make out with her. The last time I looked his hand was on her tit. Here. Take a look through my opera glasses."
Jeff smiled at his girl friend and coworker affectionately. "You think of everything—just like a spy thriller."
"I notice you wore a trench coat," she said, kissing him lightly on the cheek.
Jeff took the opera glasses and readjusted them. "Hey, hey. It looks like he's making some headway."
“Why? What's going on?"
"He's unbuttoned the front of her blouse and he's playing with her boobs. And, Jesus, they're beauties."
"All right. All right. We're not here to pander to your lechery. Let me take a look."
She took the opera glasses from him, "Hmmm. I can see why she was getting fifteen thousand a year. With boobs like that I'd be working the strip in Las Vegas."
Inside Chambers' limousine the Congressman was busily massaging Raina's breasts, hoping that sex would get her out of her petulant mood.
"Michael, don't," Raina protested. "Not here. It seems unpatriotic somehow."
"Why not here?" said Chambers as he dipped his face close to her breasts.
Me cupped her lush tit flesh in his hands and began coating her breasts with quick swipes of his tongue. In spite of the situation, Raina's nipples began to get hard. He sucked first one and then the other and bit the pink tips until they became rigid. He slid his hand down to the waistband of her skirt and undid the zipper. His hand caressed her soft, flat stomach. Then his fingertips worked their way under her bikini panties and sought out the lips of her cunt. Raina began to breathe heavily. She was surprised that she was so aroused. Perhaps it was because of the tension she'd been through. She leaned back on the car seat against the window and Chambers pulled her skirt down to the floor.
“Take off your panties," he breathed.
"Not here," she protested weakly. "Please, not here."
Chambers lowered his head and positioned it between her legs. He began chewing lightly on the sheer fabric which covered her crotch.
"Oh, don't, Michael."
His chewing teeth tore through the fabric of her panties and he began nuzzling at her cunt hairs. Using his fingers, he tore the front of her panties open and began lathing his tongue along the outer lips of her pussy.
"Jesus," said Jeff. "He's goin' down on her."
"Give me those glasses."
"In a minute."
"Come on, Jeff. I want to get my jollies, too."
"All right. Take them."
Chambers chewed through the narrow band of elastic at the top of her panties and had pulled them off Raina. He'd spread her legs so that one foot was on the floor and the other leg was thrown over the back of the car seat. After putting the car seat back, he'd gotten on his knees and was lapping at her cunt like a thirsty animal.
"I love this sweet little cunt of yours," Chambers muttered as his wet tongue made squishing sounds.
He slid his fingers under her buttocks and found her puckered asshole. Raina writhed in delight as he slid his tongue down and then circled the asshole itself. Chambers jabbed his vibrating tongue into her tight anus.
"Ahhhhh. That feels good," Raina groaned as he burrowed his tongue up her ass.
His tongue danced and tickled across her crotch area for nearly half an hour. Then he took his cock out of his pants and rubbed it against the wet vestibule of her vulva. Suddenly the driver's window of the limousine was completed filled with Chambers' white, bucking ass.
"He's fucking her," said Jeff. "Jesus God! I wish we had a camera. He's fucking her right in Arlington Cemetery, Hey, look at him go. He's pretty good for a man his age."
"My turn with the glasses," complained Maryann.
"Here, dammit!"
"I wish they'd change positions," Maryann complained. "I wonder how the old boy's hung?"
"Evidently well enough to keep Miss Blaine happy."
"Don't forget. She said there were others. I wonder who they were?"
"We'll find out soon enough."
Chambers had turned on the air conditioner to cool off the hot interior of the car. He continued plowing his cock in and out of Raina's pussy. She'd thrown her legs into the air and was holding them tight around the small of his back as he pumped it home.
"Sweet little cunt," Chambers groaned. "You know I'd never be able to get enough of it."
“Deeper. Deeper!"
Chambers went out of control. He gulped and grunted as he plunged his cock into her wet vagina. Her buttocks began rotating in desperate need. Her legs were thrown wide and her calves locked tightly against the small of his back.
"Ram it in, Michael. Ram it in."
He was buried right up to his balls. Her soft pubic hair brushed against his each time he thrust forward, driving his cock into her cruelly.
"Oh, God, Michael. I'm coming!"
Chambers dug his fingers into her shoulders, arched his cock high into her anxious pussy. He pumped and spurted jets of semen into her hot cavern. How long they lay joined together, cock in cunt, they didn't know. Perhaps they'd fallen asleep—perhaps not.
Maryann Crane knew that she'd smoked six cigarettes, waiting for them to move. "I think they've died in there," she said. "He probably started the motor and asphyxiated them both. Maybe we'd better go check."
"Wait a little longer," said Jeff. "They're probably just plumb tuckered out."
"Wait. There's some movement. He's taking it out of her and they're starting to get dressed again."
They followed Chambers' car back to Raina's apartment. After Raina had gone inside and Chambers had driven away, they parked their cars and rushed to a phone booth where they called their boss to tell him about the events of the evening.
Beau Wilde said jokingly, "I thought you were reporters, not voyeurs."