Chapter 8
A QUICK CHECK AT THE DESK REASSURED ME THAT Sally Fitzpatrick still had not checked in. To be on the safe side I called her at home and was told by the maid that she had left for the hotel to attend the convention. I relaxed a bit then. For a moment I had panicked, thinking she wasn't coming at all.
Cool once more, I made the rounds. Everything was in good shape. Inside the vast auditorium of the Statler-Mason, the various candidates and political bigwigs were making the standard cliche-ridden speeches. I listened for a while from the press section. I smiled inwardly when Cataldo glanced up from his clique of ass-kissers and hanger-ons. He spotted me and I waved a greeting. It's good to let the boss see you working. Thinks he's getting his money's worth out of you.
My sojourn among the news crowd assured me that everything was as before. Cataldo and Ward were neck and neck. Anything could happen to tip the scales in either direction. I made a vow to make sure they tipped our way. For me, it was important that Cataldo won. Because from here he would go into the November election a solid favorite. In January, he would be sworn into office as governor of one of the five biggest states in the country. The amount of power and patronage that would be available to me as his press secretary was incalculable. The jobs would pay me at least twenty-thousand a year, plus expenses. In addition, there would be the chance to pick up a lot of extra dough on the side.
My mouth watered thinking of the power, especially. All those bastards who had done me dirt would be made to crawl. I could see them in my mind sucking up to me with lunches, tickets, gifts and broads. I'd make each and everyone of them pay through the nose before they got an appointment or a state contract.
And four-years later who could tell. The country was big enough to elect a Catholic president. Maybe now it was ready for a wop chief executive. The thought was exhilarating. Man, would I be in a good spot. Even now, of course, I wasn't doing bad. I had the best possible entrance to the White House, right through that sweet, soft bower at the apex of Ima's belly and thighs.
But I'm a man and want to make that big time on my own. Sure Ima could get me just about any big job available with the federal government, whether in Washington or elsewhere. But my pride, what there is of it, insists that I make it my way. And with Cataldo, I had that shot for a place at the top. And I mean to make it. There might not be another opportunity or another time for me.
I chatted a bit longer with the press crowd. I inquired discreetly about Sarah Whynot and learned that she was off for the day but should be on deck for the voting this evening. I wondered if I would be able to fit her into my schedule. It was as tight as her newly broached nether lips.
I went over the schedule in my mind. The opening speeches would go for a while, mostly to the empty seats. The delegates were old hands and wouldn't take their seats en masse until the nominating ones started later in the afternoon. There would be a break for dinner and then the voting would begin about nine o'clock this evening. In the meantime, I had to get to Sally Fitzpatrick and win her over. Lita had to be taken care of before dinner. And between my running around for Cataldo I had to get back to Ima.
Whoops, I almost forgot the blast I was tossing in the afternoon for the key delegates. By having it then, I figured most of them would be sobered up by the time the voters started to make their appearance. Which reminded me, I better check on the arrangements for that bash.
I left the hall in a hurry and looked up the chief bellhop to determine if my private party was ready to go at two-thirty. He ran through the details again and I nodded approvingly. The two hustlers were already in the suite resting up for their duty call. If need be they would take on each of the delegates invited to my party. That would amount to some twenty shots apiece. I had to admire their staying power. I wondered if they could make it twenty-one.
With about half an hour before lunch I went up to Cataldo's suite and ran his acceptance speech once more through the typewriter. I wanted it to be letter perfect. One thing I take pride in is my writing ability. Without it, I'd have nothing.
Satisfied with the way the speech read and the way it sounded as I read it aloud and played it back on a tape recorder, I placed it aside. It was just about noon and I decided I had better check to see if the Fitzpatrick broad was in the hotel. I phoned the desk and was told that Mrs. Fitzpatrick had come in about a quarter of an hour before. She was in room 392. The hotel management must have figured her for a loser.
I got the operator and asked for 392. The phone buzzed. I began to sweat. What if she had come in and gone right out? I might not get a chance alone with her. C'mon, baby, answer the damn line, I urged.
The buzzing stopped as someone at the other end picked it up. If only it was Sally. I recognized her voice immediately and sighed with relief.
"Sally, Mark Vista. How are you?" I said merrily.
She replied that she was fine and that she was expecting my call. I made believe I didn't catch that remark and asked if I could drop by for a little chat. She said, "Great! I'll be waiting for you. I'm alone."
I replaced the phone with a sense of uneasiness. Her cryptic remarks had me puzzled, to say the least. What did she mean saying she had expected my call.
And what about that bit that she was all alone.
I made a hurry-up trip to the lobby. Stepping off the elevator, I waded into a dense crowd. Things were picking up. I looked around for Phil or any other member of the staff. Finally, I ran into Tony and told him to tell Cataldo that I had made my contact with Sally and would be out of circulation for about an hour or so. Tony laughed and said he would relay the information.
With that message out of the way, I made my way back to the elevators and took one up to the third floor. A couple of other persons got off at the same floor. I dawdled a bit until they were all out of sight and then headed for Sally's room.
I decided to play it straight down the line with Sally. What I wanted was those delegate votes she had pledged to herself. She knew she didn't have a chance at this stage of the game for the nomination, so it was only up to her to make a deal. If her price wasn't too high, Cataldo would pay. He had no choice actually, no matter what her demands.
Sally had established an untarnished reputation for herself in the dirty world of politics as it is played in our state. I doubt if our politics are any dirtier than anywhere else, but that didn't make them any more palatable either.
In her own way, as a beautiful woman who was both intelligent and articulate, Sally had to be reckoned as a power within the party. Her image of a happily-married housewife with a high-salaried husband and three good-looking kids remained unbroken.
I couldn't quite figure though how she could be so damn happy. At least she always appeared to be.
Her husband, Jack Fitzpatrick, was a nice enough guy, but a bit of a naive ass. I just could never visualize him mounted atop old Sal, whipping her hell-bent for leather to that moment of truth.
Yet they had knocked out three kids, so he must have been good for her that many number of times anyway.
Sally frankly had a fantastic body, but I had never heard anyone even hint that they had made the scene with her. There hadn't even been a rumor of any such goings on. I was determined as I headed for her suite that I was going to be a paragon of virtue. This was no time to try and find out why she kept her luscious temple of temptation all locked up only for Jack.
When she gaily opened the door and waved me within, I was the proper gentleman. Even my own mother would have been proud of me.
"Mark, do come in," she said. Her voice was a bit affected, sort of like she was Katherine Hepburn and she was addressing Cary Grant.
"Thanks, Sally," I replied with a smile I figured that was just right for my new character. As I walked past her, I was careful not to brush against the summits of her prominent breasts, straining, as I could easily see, against her bra. Usually, I never let such an opportunity go by. No, this time I was going to be Little Lord Fauntleroy all grown up. Frederick Bartholomew would be delighted with my acting.
"Care for a drink?" she asked innocently.
"No," I said even before she got to the portable bar she had all set up in the living room. "Coffee will be fine," T added, renewing my vow to get those votes she had for Cataldo.
Trying to look cool, I adjusted my Countess Mara tie in a wall mirror. The mirror gave me a chance to sneak a good look at Sally. What an outfit she had on, a sheer white blouse over those conical wonders and wine red slacks that hugged the big curves of her ass and thighs.
Some women can't wear pants. But if a woman is feminine at all, she'll look feminine in pants. And Sally looked plenty feminine in her stalk straight slacks.
"No drink," Sally echoed tauntingly. "Is this the Mark Vista I know? The city's poorest playboy? The swingingest man-about-town? The fashion-plate who looks like he just stepped out of Esquire or Playboy? My, my, I can't ever recall you refusing a drink."
"Well, it's like this, Sally, I've fallen on hard times. This campaign has got me running around like a madman. I won't kid you. We need every delegate we can get to win. And that includes those you have pledged to yourself. I'm so keyed up about now that the thought of drinking turns my stomach. I feel so badly for Cataldo. You know he's put his whole life into winning the nomination, and if he doesn't get it there's no telling what he might do."
During this spiel I tried as much as possible to keep from looking Sally square in her soft blue eyes. Her oval face was picturesquely framed in a halo of lustrous auburn hair that only Irish girls possess. I couldn't help wondering though if she were a true redhead, especially at the point in her tight slacks where the sharp lines curve up from the inner thighs to form that V for victory, where the pilot light is always waiting to be turned up. Even as I talked I discarded such thoughts to work on her sympathy in an effort to win over her delegates for Cataldo. My moment would come later, I was sure. If she wanted a fourth offspring, I intended to help the cause with my own goodies.
"Oh, Mark, please. Don't put me on. This is Sally Fitzpatrick," she said as though she were announcing she were Jackie Kennedy. "Here have a daiquiri and spare me the lament. When were you ever interested in anyone else other than Mark Vista? You'll go with John Cataldo just as long as he serves your purposes, and not a minute longer. Oh, you want those delegates I control all right. But not for Cataldo. He's just a pawn in your strategy to reach the top. Well, you can have them, if you think they'll help you win. But the question for you Mark, is how do you propose to get them?" she asked archly, a bit of a smile on her lips.
Man, she really had taken me back. This classy broad had old Mark figured down to a T. I was prepared for some tough bargaining, but she was up to something. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. And it disturbed the hell out of me. I wanted to take her in my hands and slap the stuffing out of her. But I realized that stuff would never work with a broad like Sally.
And I wondered too about the drink. Her behavior was weird, out of character. I couldn't put the scene together in my mind. Maybe I just wasn't cut out to portray the nice guy. I glanced down at my slacks and wondered how I was going to get on the same wave length with her.
"Listen, Sally," I blustered, "there's more to it than that. Sure a man-likes to be told he comes across as a real man ... or even the man behind the man. But in this case, it's a fact: Cataldo is the boss. I just take orders."
"Stop it, Mark, please," Sally interrupted. "We may not know each other too well, but I've heard a lot about you, big boy. To be blunt, Mark, I hear for a fact that you'd jump in bed with your grandmother if you thought it would do you any good."
Man, did she take me back on that one. That was the last kind of talk I expected from Sally. I knew she was a tough baby in hand-to-hand politics. But that kind of talk was something else again. I quickly began to consider her in a new light. Whamo! The sheer white blouse she wore began to take on more and more the signal flag of a virgin asking for it. Her ruby red slacks beckoned me like a bull enraged by a red rag. In her black pumps, she appeared exceptionally tall and desirable. I sniffed the musk of her big-breasted body and felt the throb of my own lust. I had to find out if Sally was putting me on or not.
I put down my glass and went to her. "Sally, I can't kid you," I grinned. "No sense in trying. Sure I want those delegates. For myself as much as Cataldo as you said. But right now I've got something else on my mind. And beautiful one, it isn't Cataldo or any two-bit delegates."
She opened her big mouth to speak and I locked her in my arms crushing those fabulous tits to my own hard chest. Those lovely globes strained at her bra as if they were separate beings. My mouth locked hotly on hers. My hands trailed down her back and grabbed handfuls of her marshmallow soft buttocks.
Then whoosh! I flew through the air ... off in space by myself. What the hell! I crashed shoulders first into the deep pile rug.
While I tried to focus my eyes and stifle my shock, Sally stared down at me and snarled, "Judo, Mark. I don't like to be mauled by any man. I'll call the shots. And that means any you've got stored up for me."
I was still trying to collect my senses. I sat up and rubbed my sore shoulders. I was having difficulty getting use to the fact that she had tossed me for a loop while I was making like a lover. I groaned inwardly. Man, not another Sarah Whynot. How much could one guy take in one day?
She extended me a hand up and I took it. I could feel the strength flow down through her arm and into the strong fingers that grasped mine.
"We'll play, Mark. I've always wanted to try it with you, but we'll do it my way. You want those delegates? You're going to have to earn them. Now slip off your clothes so I can .see whether you're worth going all the way or not."
My head cleared rapidly. The scene was coming into sharp focus. Sally obviously was one of those dominant females. Okay, she could be boss man. I'd play the secondary role. And anyway I always feel more certain of myself with my clothes off. It's like my natural state.
I began to undo my tie. I almost jumped out of my skivvies when she shouted? "Hold it, Mark. I'll take care of your things."
Never one to argue with a lady, I dropped my hands. But at the same time something else rose. My constant companion, sure that something was up, was coming to life like a kid on Christmas morn.
Sally moved up close, brushing me with the nipples of those massive tits, screened from sight by that white blouse. Her hands expertly undid my tie and casually tossed it on a nearby chair. She began to unbutton my shirt and visions of loveliness swept across the vista of my imagination. Behind my closed eyelids, my mind burned with the memories of sensuous trysts and eternal couplings.
My shirt was quickly off and she deftly ran her cool hands over my wide shoulders before dropping her fingers to my belt. I inhaled slightly to make it easier for her to remove the stripped strap.
Sally smiled. "That's not necessary, Mark. You have a wonderfully small waist for a man. And besides I know every inch of your body."
Since I never had consciously balled the broad, I had to take a moment to figure out that enigmatic remark. How the hell could she compliment me on my form when she never had seen it to my knowledge? I remained silent, biting my lips in the hope that my lust wouldn't become more obvious.
Then I almost shot through the ceiling. Sally had slipped her moist tongue into my armpit and was making swift circular motions. Her tongue stiffened as it darted into the bottom of one armpit after the other, whipping the hair into a wet lather.
I longed to take her head and take it to fuzzy-wuzzy land. She'd probably think it was an ice cream cone. But in the meantime, what was the rush? I knew before the hour was out I was going to get my ashes hauled by this classy broad.
"Keep your eyes closed," she murmured as her tongue swept out of my armpit and sloshed along my pectoral muscle. Beads of sweat popped out on my forehead. My arms ached to grasp her as my sexual excitement increased.
Suddenly the slogan of the Grace Line Shipping Company popped into my mind. "Go with Grace." Funny it should come to mind at that moment. But I remembered that Sally had attended the same fashionable Catholic girls school in New York with Grace Kelly in the days before she was a posh princess. I wondered if they had been roommates. Again I regretted that I had never taken up teaching at a girls' school. In one semester I probably would have got enough to last a lifetime. If I had lived that long.
Her sharp command snapped me out of my crazy reverie at such a time. "Put your hands down!"
She loosened my belt and let my slacks crumple to the floor. Show you how far out I was, my only thought was that I would need to get them pressed. Who would have thought of that at the time? My prick quivered like a stallion who had just escaped from a smoke-filled barn.
I stepped out of the slacks. Instantly Sally was down on her knees and covering me with kisses. Her exquisite lips smote me like an automatic branding iron. When they fastened on my carnal cudgel I almost collapsed.
Then my legs shook to beat the band and I overflowed like the Mississippi at spring peak. Sally's luscious jetty held it all. I heard one lusty swallow and then she looked up at me as I stood reeling on my feet.
"So far, Mark, you've won two delegates. But you still need a few more to win. If you want my other two votes, you've got to really come through for me."
"I'm game," I gasped.
"Get down," she ordered. I went down like a shot, anxious to rest even briefly in an effort to recuperate my strength. Sally bent over and removed my shoes and executive-length socks. As I lay graced out before her in all my masculine splendor whose peak was once more beginning to stir, her fingers began to undo her own buttons. My eyes became two pools of fevered desire as she shook out of the blouse. Reaching behind her, she unhooked the expensive lace brassiere and flung it off. Her brown-nosed bubbies shook free and juggled before my panting tongue. Man, were they the biggest. The summits were monstrous and I happily saw that they also were taut and inflamed with her own lust. Her own sexual excitement was reaching another height.
Next she stepped out of the red slacks. I watched in awe as she pulled her snow white silk panties down over her thighs and legs. Man, what a mound of love she possessed. Her bush beckoned my trembling tongue.
"like it, Mark," she teased. She stood over me and slowly pushed her pelvis forward so that her cunt teetered overhead. "Now if you want it, come and get it. Fight me for it."
I jumped to my feet, my saber leading the way and slashing the air about me. Both naked, we crouched and squared off. I couldn't believe that I was making the scene a la Sarah Whynot again. I wondered if Sarah knew Sally.
"We'll wrestle for it," Sally said. "Who ever pins the other's shoulders down for a count of three wins the match. The winner can do anything he or she wants with the loser. Let's keep it clean," she winked.
"It's okay with me," I responded, remembering smugly my own days on the college wrestling team. I was grateful too that I had kept myself in shape. Now if I could just remember some of the holds.
We placed our hands on each other's shoulders and for a moment took the measure of each other. When my eyes strayed to her pendulous tits, she lunged and I wound up again on my back. With the deftness and dexterity of Sheena of the Jungle, Sally had acted. I lay like Tarzan's Boy, on my keester with my jungle root poking into the sky.
Sally was on top of me in a flash. My left shoulder was pinned and she was exerting her remaining strength to flatten the other one. I began to react by twisting my left leg around her right leg and applying the right pressure so that she had to ease up and loosen her hold on my right shoulder. When she did one of her gorgeous globes trailed across my face. My lips lunged and snared one immense summit. I bit gently down.
My mind flipped to another subject. I didn't realize how thirsty I was. I drank deeply on that fountain to ease it.
"You bastard," she cried. "That's against the rules and you know it. Can't you keep your mind on the match?" She slugged me right on the jaw.
I reeled from the blow but felt my left shoulder freed. Quick as a wink, I twisted about and had her sitting hard on her succulent rump.
"Sorry, baby," I said smiling. "But I figured I had a right to a swig since I didn't get to finish my daiquiri. Maybe now we're even."
And with that, I whipped my feet around her slim ankles, placed my hands on her shoulder and shoved her onto the rug. While she was still off balance, I spread her and let my friend rip into his favorite burrow. She wriggled desperately to escape his entrance. But the more she struggled, the easier it went home for me.
The hilt hit home. She immediately relaxed. I felt a warm moist container envelop it. I was set to begin my usual race when I remembered that if I wanted those votes I had better let Sally take the lead.
I eased off ever so slightly. Yet she became aware of it and acted instantly. Over I shot again on my back! Damned if I really knew how she did it. Sally was aloft again. She drove her knees into my inner thighs, stretched my arms and coupled my wrists with her hands. I fought back just hard enough so she couldn't quite pin my shoulders.
As she wrestled to remain on top, her dangling breasts brushed against my chest. The nipples were as hard as rocks from rubbing against my curly hair. From the look on her face I could see that it was important for her to win. Hell, if she wanted to crow about her conquest, let her.
I made one last attempt to try and break free. She thought it was the real thing and pressed with all her strength to lock me fast to the floor. For a few lousy delegates, let her win.
"Okay, okay, Sally," I gasped. "You win. Uncle!"
Her face was a cruel bitchy mask, she sneered and blurted out, "That's right, uncle. I've pinned you and don't forget it."
She popped her legs from my inner thighs and straddled my legs. Her hairy slit was wide open. She lifted up on it and dropped it over my male root. Man, I could feel it going in every inch of the way.
Sally leaned over me and I mouthed one of her aristocratic breasts with their regal crowns. Then I switched to the other. In minutes the old tips were red and ripe in the midst of big brown aureoles.
"Oh, oh, oh," slipped from her yawning lips.
With that as the signal, I placed a token in the box and took off down the track. Sally hung on for dear life. I did a quick flip to regain the dominant male position for the ride. My hard flat stomach pounded against Sally's soft round beHy. A look at her bobbing breasts showed me they were gorged with blood and inflamed with lust.
"like it, Sally? like it?" I called excitedly. "Big enough for you. Fill the old spot right up, does it?"
"You can't have any idea how good it feels, Mark," she murmured. "You are the greatest. What a tool. Now I know what it feels like to sit down on a big spike. Woweee!"
Sally rose up and down like she was trying for a world's record. I clasped her fiercely to me. Her breasts were squashed like red hot melons against my chest. A sense of mystic ecstasy enveloped us. Now my hands were gripping her buttocks, playing the pliant flesh.
Her mouth rose up to lock on my ready lips. Her tongue shot in like a snake and twirled around and around with the confines of my cheeks. If I had had any cavities, she would have sucked the silver right out of them. As it was she seemed to be licking my Adam's apple.
Our bodies rolled and clashed on the sweat stained rug. I pulled her closer and closer, seeking to become one in her heated body. Sally now was half swooning but loving every second of it. I surged without letup against her in a frenzied rhythm of sensual slapping.
The time had come to shoot the moon. I ripped it down to the tip, making like a corkscrew popping open a bottle of good vintage wine. For a minute I drove and twisted, ramming her into the rug. She broke her lips away and drooled her pleasure into my ear.
My climax melted the two of us into one big white ball of heat. Sally screamed eerily into my ear as I felt the flood. I loosed it in one great stream. My body was alternately racked by pain and pleasure as the colors of the rainbow shot across my firmament.
Exhausted, we clung limply together for a few minutes. We both were silent, reveling in the pleasure we had given each other. I planted soft kisses on her face and neck. My hand gently kneaded one of her relaxed nipples. We were at peace with each other and the world.
Finally, I rolled off her. Time to get cracking again. Sally remained sprawled on the rug. As I withdrew, she slapped her thighs together to hold my meat tight within her belly. Her eyes were shut, the lids fluttering like two butterfly wings.
Emerging from the bathroom, I quickly dressed. Sally still stretched motionlessly on the rug. Now her hands rested on her breasts. The fingers kneaded the breasts to which I had clung so fervently.
"Sally," I called in a hushed voice. I wasn't sure if she had fallen to sleep. I got no response and headed for the door.
I was about to open it when she called, "Mark tell Cataldo that you can have my votes. He should be a winner with a man like you on his team."
I nodded in gratitude. My eyes roamed over her womanly wares. A tingling stirred deep within my guts. No time for that now. I quickly opened the door and stepped out.
Outside, I leaned wearily against the wall for a moment and lit up a cigarette. The tobacco tasted good and relaxed me as it swirled around inside my lungs.
With her votes, I figured Cataldo now had a sure 299 votes. Now we only needed two more and we would be in business. We'd have to go to work on the few holdouts. Or woo away two of Ward's.