He was late again. It was the second time in a month and Raina was annoyed. She lay back on her round bed and finished applying a coating of coral nail polish to her toenails. She recapped the bottle and stretched across the bed to place it on the nightstand. She looked up and surveyed her reflection in the round panel of Melanex, a non-breakable plastic which had been affixed to the ceiling directly over the bed.
Raina was thirty-one years old, ash blonde and sensually beautiful both in face and form. She turned first to the left and then to the right and examined her breasts. They were still high and firm, but she made a mental note to start doing her bust exercises that she'd heard about from a senator's wife at a cocktail party last week.
"Darling, mine used to hang down to here," the senator's wife had gushed. "Now look at them!"
Raina looked at her pointy cones which were encased in a lavender wool dress.
"I'll have to try it, Myrna."
"Not that I'm criticizing you, darling, but with tits like yours you'd better start now before you have to part 'em to piss."
Raina laughed on cue, pressed her cheek to the senator's wife and continued circulating around the party.
Raina sat up in bed, dropped her head between her knees, and began to blow her toes dry. She continued blowing breath up her inner thighs and against the downy triangle of blonde pubic hair which covered her cunt.
"Mmmmmmm. If only I could reach it, I wouldn't ever have to go out."
She glanced irritably at the digital clock. Goddammit, he was going to make her late for her own date. She picked up her white princess telephone and discovered that she had turned it off during the night. She threw on an apricot-colored peignoir, rushed out the door of her bedroom and called to her maid.
"Marie! Marie!"
The young black girl ambled out of the kitchen where she'd been polishing silver in slow motion.
"What is it, Miz Raina?"
"My phone has been off in the bedroom. Has the Congressman called?"
"He ain't called since I been here."
"Well, if he ever does and I'm here, you tell me about it immediately. I don't care if I'm sleeping or whatever."
"Yes, ma'am."
Marie giggled and eased back into the kitchen.
Raina picked up the hall phone, recalling the number of her current lover, a handsome Italian bartender named Vincent Bertini. She was just about to dial when she realized she would be tying up the line if the Congressman were trying to reach her. She wrote Vincent's name and telephone number down on a slip of paper and went into the kitchen.
"Marie. Just as soon as the Congressman arrives, calf this number and ask for Mr. Bertini. Tell him who you are and to be about two hours late for our date. Have you got that?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Just as soon as Mr. Chambers arrives. Now repeat what I want you to say."
"I's to call Mr. Bertini and tell him to hold off fo' two hours cause youse tied up with de Congressman."
"Don't say that, you ninny!" Raina's green eyes flashed. "Just say that I'm tied up-period."
"Yes, ma'am."
Raina stalked out of the kitchen thinking, I've got to get myself another maid. One that's got a little class.
Raina went back into her bedroom and slammed the door behind her. She sat down at her mirrored make-up table and began vigorously brushing her shoulder-length hair. Then she lit a cigarette, drew on it irritably, and crushed it out in distaste. The Congressman was a nonsmoker and hated the odor of cigarette smoke. She carried the ashtray into the bathroom and flushed the cigarette butts down the toilet. Then she brushed her teeth, applied a fresh coat of lipstick and waited.
Lying back down on the bed, she picked up a sexy paperback and tried to rid herself of her irritation. It wouldn't do for it to show.
You've got it good, she reasoned with herself. Clothes, a great apartment, a live-in maid, and fifteen thousand bucks a year. All this for an average of four fucks a month.
She couldn't really complain, even though she knew that the Congressman from Illinois didn't pay her out of his own pocket. She was paid for her services from some slush fund or other. She was supposed to be the Congressman's secretary.
Raina laughed out loud. Hell, she couldn't even spell, much less type.
She was just about to light another cigarette when she heard the doorbell ring. She dabbed some Shalimar on her neck and her thighs, lay back on her great, round bed and posed seductively. There was a quiet knock on her bedroom door.
"Come in," she called out invitingly.
The door opened and Congressman Michael Chambers entered the pink and white bedroom.
"You're late, darling," Raina purred. She flicked her tongue over her glossy, petulant lips.
"Couldn't be helped," he replied briskly.
The Congressman went directly to the dressing room which connected the bedroom and bath and began to strip. Chambers was a formidable-looking man in his mid-fifties. His thick hair was steel gray and matched his cold, unrelenting eyes. His jaw was square and set with determination. He was known throughout Washington as the Congressman's Congressman. He constantly introduced and pushed through bills that gave many fringe benefits to his contemporaries in Congress. He alone engineered the House vote that gave his House Administration Committee exclusive authority over the amount of allowances granted members for almost any conceivable expense.
The Congressman stripped out of his charcoal gray summer weight suit and hung it carefully on a brass valet which had been provided for him. At the age of fifty-six, Chambers had retained a youthful figure by jogging vigorously and playing tennis actively. Except for a slight softness around his stomach, he had the body He called into the bedroom. "I'm going to take a quick shower, Raina."
"All right, sweetie."
"Jesus Christ," she mumbled to herself. "This is going to take all day."
While the Congressman showered, Raina pulled back the covers of the bed. Then she opened the drawer of the nightstand and took out a bottle of baby oil, uncapped it and set it aside. The pink satin sheets of the bed were clean, but had been stained from the previous use of the baby oil. She removed her peignoir, threw it on the floor and lay back down on the bed. When Raina heard the shower stop, she sighed with relief and began humming a few bars of "What I Did for Love."
The Congressman came into the bedroom wearing a towel wrapped around his middle. It didn't conceal his erection. His hair was still damp and he was breathing hard.
Good, thought Raina, maybe this is going to be a quickie.
He threw the towel aside and lay down on his stomach. Raina dutifully picked up the bottle of baby oil and poured some into her hands. Then she straddled the Congressman's muscular buttocks and began massaging his back. She gave him an expert massage. Her fingers worked like lightning over his vertebrae and spine. Chambers sighed with contentment and allowed her fingers to do their work. Raina moved down his body and began massaging his buttocks. Cupping the flesh firmly in her hands, she kneaded and caressed his willing flesh. She moved even farther down and worked her pliable fingers over the backs of his thighs and calves, pausing momentarily to blow her warm breath into the crevice between his buttocks.
Chambers squirmed with sexual delight and turned over. His cock was rigid, thick and had an extra-large head. It was very red and shiny. She straddled his thighs, pressing his cock between her legs. She poured more baby oil on his chest and began massaging his pectoral muscles.
When her hands reached his softening stomach, she smiled and said, "Michael, you'd better do a few more push-ups."
Instead of finding her teasing amusing, he scowled and said nothing.
She poured more oil into her hands, coated his thick cock and heavy balls and began massaging his cock with one hand and his balls with the other. He threw his legs apart and she let his balls slide out of her hand, slipped her hand between his buttocks and began kneading the soft flesh around the opening of his ass-hole. She slipped one of her long fingers inside easily and began stimulating his prostate gland. She worked on it much in the same manner that her own finger would stimulate her clitoris. When she was satisfied that he was sufficiently aroused, she put the baby oil aside and concentrated on the column of flesh rising between his thighs. It trembled at her touch and twitched back and forth in its nest of black, wiry pubic hair. She started to insert his cock into her vagina, but he stopped her.
"Not yet, Raina."
She silently cursed him and waited to see what he desired. He pulled her down on the bed. His arms slipped beneath her waist and pressed her to him until his cock pressed against her firm smooth buttocks. He slid one of his hands under her body and cupped one of her lush breasts. Then he moved his other hand down her flat stomach to the edge of her pussy mound and buried his face into her ash blonde hair.
"Oh, Raina, Raina," he murmured, kissing the back of her neck and inhaling the erotic fragrance of her perfume.
Why is he taking so long, Raina asked herself? Generally it's wham, bam, thank you ma'am!
She turned to face him. His throbbing cock pressed against her stomach as he opened his mouth and covered her lips with his. The tip of his tongue slid back and forth along her lips before he slipped it into her mouth. He cupped her buttocks in his hands and pulled her tight against him until her breath was forced from her lungs. Raina pulled away, irritated by the sudden change of routine.
"You're hurting me, darling."
"I'm sorry, Raina. I just wanted to hold onto you."
There was something in his manner that she thought odd. But she put it down to the pressures of Capitol Hill. Afraid that she had offended him, she pressed her mouth against his. Her teeth nibbled at his lips tenderly and she ran her hands over the muscular contours of his body, hoping that he would get on with it. She began forcing her breath to come in sharp, quick pants and pressed the curved mounds of her resilient breasts against his chest.
"You're so beautiful," he said hoarsely.
She smiled slightly and ran the tips of her fingers through his hair. "Am I, Michael?"
"Very beautiful," he murmured.
She rolled over on her back, spread her legs apart and slid her fingers down between her thighs and parted the lips of her cunt.
"I'm all yours," she whispered.
Chambers grabbed the bottle of baby oil and poured it over her body, rubbing it into her flesh until she, too, glistened. His hands were shaking as his need for her roared through his body. He stifled his impulse to spring upon her and jam his cock deep inside her with a single, violent thrust. He wanted to make it last as long as possible. Gazing into her beautiful face made him sad, knowing that he would never be seeing her again. But it had been good while it had lasted, which had been nearly three years...
They had met a cocktail party, one of many given in Washington, B.C., for the purpose of introducing a newly elected Congressman to Washington society. Raina wrangled an invitation from a girl friend who was sleeping with a Senator. The party was being held at the home of Liz Fredericks, widow of Earl Fredericks, the former Ambassador to Germany. Mrs. Fredericks was very wealthy and had established herself as one of Washington's foremost hostesses.
Raina used a portion of her rent money and hired a limousine to take her to the beautiful townhouse in Georgetown. The townhouse was five stories high and constructed of pink brick and decorated with pure white marble. It was Georgian in style and had been built in 1868. As such, it was now considered a landmark.
The doorman did a double take as he opened the door of the black Cadillac and Raina slid out. Her ash blonde hair hung loosely about her bare shoulders. At the time she had a deep tan, acquired from a long weekend in the Caribbean. She was wearing a skin-tight white crepe gown which had no sleeves and a deep decolletage. The gown shimmered with bugle beads and mother of pearl sequins. It clung to every curve of her voluptuous body like a wet tissue and Raina had nothing on underneath.
Liz Fredericks, whose vanity kept her from wearing eyeglasses, mistook Raina for a starlet whom one of the single Congressmen had been dating. Raina didn't correct her impression since Liz couldn't remember the name of the starlet. Liz loved to surround herself with beautiful, young people as well as bright young Congressmen and Senators.
Raina maneuvered to get next to every famous personage at the party. Roving photographers snapped her picture with Senators, Congressmen and socialites. In each instance she inhaled and smiled wetly into the camera. She was ogled by every man at the party and hated by every woman.
One of the guests at the party was Congressman Michael Chambers, who was escorting his current amour, an attractive, young blonde named Penny Phillips. Her father was one of Chambers' constituents. When Penny excused herself to go to the ladies' room, Chambers made his move. He cornered Raina after a picture-taking session.
"Have you been in enough pictures for today?"
"One can never be in enough pictures, Senator...? " Raina recognized Chambers from the society pages, but couldn't remember what he was or his name.
"Congressman. Michael Chambers from Illinois. I'd like to call you, Miss...? "
"Raina Blaine. You work quickly, Mr. Chambers."
"Not always."
The Congressman took out his checkbook and wrote Raina's number on the back of a blank check, indicating that there would be pay involved with their liaisons.
At that time Raina had been working as a receptionist at a television station, hoping to get "discovered." The pay was poor and the job was boring and Raina eventually figured the only way she was going to get discovered was in bed. Raina knew from the way Congressman Chambers looked at her that he would call.
"Have you seen the rest of Liz' home?"
Raina shook her head.
"It's quite a landmark. Perhaps you'd like me to show you around?"
"I'd love it."
He led her up the servants' staircase to the second floor which held as many guests as the first floor.
"Let's try the third," he said, taking her hand. As they ascended the staircase, Chambers asked Raina what she did for a living. She told him about her job.
"That couldn't pay what you're worth," he said with meaning.
"Washington is a very expensive city," she said.
There was no one on the third floor which contained the hostess' private suite of rooms-bedroom, sitting room, small library, exercise room and bath.
"It's beautiful," said Raina as she surveyed the well-appointed surroundings. "What I wouldn't give to live in a place like this."
"A girl with your looks could have almost anything she wanted."
They went into Liz Fredericks' exercise room. It was filled with an assortment of expensive gym equipment and one wall was completely covered in mirrors. In front of the mirrors was a long, low table containing Liz' perfumes and make-up. Raina picked up a large bottle of Shalimar perfume.
"This has always been my favorite," she said and dabbed a bit behind her ears.
Raina was so involved with Liz' expensive beauty supplies that she didn't notice that Chambers had shut and locked the door to the exercise room. He stood behind her, ran his hands under her arms and cupped her breasts. Raina smiled at his reflection in the mirror.
"I thought they'd be silicone."
"Of course they're not. They're all mine, all real and all for you."
Raina turned around to face him and kissed him lightly upon the lips. He grabbed her roughly around the waist and pulled her close. He jammed his mouth against hers and forced his tongue inside. Raina sucked on his tongue and rubbed her thighs against his crotch. The Congressman had an erection. He began fumbling for the zipper on the back of her dress.
"Do you think it's safe?" she whispered.
"Nobody will come up here. And if they do, the door's locked."
He took oft his jacket. Raina unbuttoned his shirt and undid his tie. She was delighted to find that he was solidly built. She undid his belt buckle and unzipped his fly and the Congressman stepped out of his pants. Raina began to giggle. He was wearing baggy white boxer shorts and high black socks and garters.
"Oh, "I just hate those," she said in a little girl voice.
"Then I shall cease wearing them."
Chambers unlaced his shoes and kicked them aside, but he kept his socks and garters on. Raina slid her long, narrow fingers through the opening of his white boxer shorts and clutched his cock and balls in her hand. His cock was surprisingly thick and his balls full and smooth. She had expected something small and wrinkled. She withdrew her hand and Chambers stepped out of his shorts.
"I want you to suck my cock," he said suddenly. Raina started to kneel down when he said, "No, I want to lie on the exercise table so that I can watch you."
The Congressman lay down on his back on the padded white vinyl table and spread his legs apart. He stroked his cock as he watched the beautiful young blonde approach him. Raina leaned on her elbows between his legs, took his cock and balls in her hands and parted her glistening lips. The Congressman sat up and watched her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were bright and sparkling. Her face was flushed with a warm glow and her breath was coming in short, passionate gasps.
"As soon as you suck it up good, I'll put it into you."
As his thick cock slid into the hot, damp stricture of her mouth, his body began trembling with delicious sensation. Raina closed her mouth around his cock and began sucking, moving her head up and down in quick, short movements. The only problem for Chambers was that Raina's hair kept falling in her face and he wasn't able to watch her reflection as she sucked his cock.
"Find a hair ribbon or something and pull back your hair. I want to watch you."
Raina looked over the dresser and found a pair of matching hair barrettes which were studded with diamonds. She snapped them on either side of her head and went back to Chambers' cock.
Chambers was satisfied now that his vision was no longer impaired by her ash blonde tresses. He rested his hands behind his head and turned toward the mirror. Raina opened her mouth as wide as she could and let his cock slide into her mouth until the swollen head of it was touching the back of her throat. She clasped her hand around the base of his cock and pressed it between her tongue and the warm roof of her mouth. Then Raina began moving her head up and down in slow, languid movements, exerting as much sucking pressure as she could. Chambers reveled in the sight of the beautiful naked woman sucking his cock. His emotions grew as he watched the thick shaft of his cock disappear between her beautiful lips. With each movement her heavy breasts swayed seductively back and forth.
She stopped for a moment and asked, "Do you like it, Congressman?"
"I love it. Go on."
She lowered her head and kissed the tip of his cock. She stuck her tongue out and trailed it around the glans. Then she began blowing hot breaths over the saliva-covered shaft of flesh. She worked one of her hands between his legs, cupped his balls and began squeezing them gently. She dragged the tip of her tongue down over the underside of his cock then back and forth along the inside of his thighs. The muscles in Chambers' thighs knotted and tensed as she lapped at the sensitive flesh which surrounded his genitals. She moved farther down and ran her tongue over his kneecaps and chewed lightly on the soft flesh behind them.
Raina was working hard. She was really giving him the full treatment. She had a big fish on the hook. She knew it and she planned on having him returning for more. A man like Congressman Chambers could be very advantageous to her. He could open doors to certain parties where she could meet other men and he could provide her with luxuries which she could not afford herself.
When her lips reached his garters, she opened her mouth and clasped the elastic in her teeth and lightly snapped it against his calf. Then she worked back up his other leg, following the same pattern. When she reached his balls, she began licking them with her broad, wet tongue.
"Suck them in your mouth. Take both of them into your mouth."
Using her hands, Raina stuffed both of the heavy nuts between her lips and began sucking on them.
"Pull on them, Raina. Pull hard!"
She pulled at the scrotum until he winced.
"That's hard enough."
He was breathing heavily now. She decided to go all out. She slid her hands under his cock and buttocks and lifted his legs in the air. She nuzzled her nose between the crevice of his ass and began licking the soft area around his anus.
"Oh, suck my ass, Raina. Stick your tongue in that hole and suck it out!"
The Congressman scooted up on the exercise board, wrapped his arms around his knees and presented his ass to Raina. She pressed her lips against his ass-hole and wormed her tongue inside. The Congressman groaned with delight as he rocked his buttocks up against her spreading tongue.
"Ooh. Oooohhhhhh. You know what it's all about, don't you, Raina?"
Using her fingers, she pulled the lips of his ass-hole open and dug her tongue in deeper. Chambers was going out of his mind. He had let go of one of his legs and was jerking his cock as he watched the reflection of her sucking his ass in the mirror.
"I'm close," he groaned. "I'm close. Let me put it in you.
Raina lifted her head. Her mouth was smeared with saliva. "Since you like to watch," she said, "let me get on top."
She moved the exercise table around so that his feet were facing the mirror. Then she climbed on top of the table and straddled his pelvis. She fingered the lips of her cunt. Her pussy was wet with her own flowing vaginal juices. She sat poised over him, clasped his cock in her hand and eased it into her cunt. The Congressman sat up on one elbow and watched with fascination as inch by inch his cock disappeared into the soft lips of her slit. He slid his other hand down to her buttocks and squeezed and fondled them as she moved up and down on his cock. He forced his hands between her legs and worked his finger into her cunt and began fingerfucking her while his cock appeared and reappeared from the warm confines of her pussy. Then he began bucking his hips upward, spearing the head of his cock into her cunt.
Suddenly Raina gave a small, choked cry. Her entire body shuddered. She threw her head back, closed her eyes tightly, and stretched her arms straight out. Chambers could feel the hot flush of her secretions as they flooded his cock. He began moving his hips up and down faster as she pushed her pussy down to meet him.
"I'm gonna' let it go, Raina!"
One, two, three more strokes and his cock exploded. His sperm flew out and coated the walls of her cunt. Some of it ran out and down the inside of her thighs. Chambers kept pumping until his last drop of come had entered her. Then he lay back on the exercise board and sucked in his breath noisily.
Raina got off the table and went into the bathroom to wash. When she came back, she found that he was dressed. He said quickly, "I'd better leave first. I imagine my date has been looking for me. I'll be giving you a call."
He kissed her lightly on the cheek and left. Raina locked the door behind him and got back into her dress. Then she removed the diamond barrettes, replaced them on the make-up table and combed out her hair. She borrowed a tube of Liz' lipstick and freshened her own. Another dash of Shalimar and she went downstairs.
The party had been a success for her. She gave her phone number to several other gentlemen at the party and, considering her mission accomplished, she thanked her hostess and left.
CHAPTER TWO
To her disappointment Chambers didn't call the next day nor the next. He waited three days so that he would not appear over-anxious. He suggested that they meet for lunch at the White Oaks Inn, a posh restaurant nestled on the hanks of the Potomac River. Raina called in sick at the TV station and instructed her roommate, Jenny, to stay out of the apartment for the afternoon and to call first before returning. Raina borrowed Jenny's beige silk suit which was a copy of a Chanel design and went to meet the Congressman for lunch.
When Raina arrived at the White Oaks Inn, the maitre d' escorted her to a table in a small, dimly lit corner of the room. Chambers rose quickly out of his seat and took her hand.
"Good of you to come, Miss Blaine," he said in a formal manner loud enough for the maitre d' to overhear. "I've some business to discuss with you."
The waiter appeared and the Congressman ordered drinks.
"I gather, Raina, that you're not particularly happy working for the television studio?"
"No, I'm not. It barely pays the rent."
"How would you like to come to work for me?"
"As what, Michael?"
"You can help around the office, do secretarial work, answer the phones, etc. That and other favors would pay you fifteen thousand dollars a year."
"Fifteen thousand dollars a year!" Raina could hardly keep her excitement from showing.
"Of course, I would expect that you would move into an apartment which my committee would pay for. It would have to have two bedrooms. From time to time I would put up colleagues or be staying overnight myself. And you would be required to make them at home, completely at home. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Yes, I understand."
"For this amount of money you would be required to be on call whenever I wished, but it wouldn't be often. I'm not in town that much. And you would be required to entertain certain businessmen which would help me, in turn, convince them of the validity of my political issues and views. Of course, this would all mean extra money. The men I'm talking about are wealthy industrialists and lobbyists and they will probably tip you quite generously."
"In other words, I'm to be a kept woman with a semblance of a legitimate job."
"You put it quite succinctly, my dear."
The drinks arrived and Raina clinked the edge of her glass against the Congressman's.
"It's a deal," she said simply.
During lunch Chambers slid his hand under the table and began feeling Raina's knee and inner thigh. Raina reached down and under the camouflage of the tablecloth hiked up her skirt. She had a feeling Chambers would be into something like this and she hadn't worn any panties. He worked his fingers up the insides of her thighs until his fingertips reached the outer lips of her cunt. Her pussy flesh was smooth, velvety to the touch. He slipped in one finger and then another and began slowly easing his digits in and out of her moist hole. Raina slid her hand over to his crotch and smiled when she discovered he'd already unzipped his fly and taken out his cock and balls.
"I'd like to suck you off," she whispered.
"If only the tablecloth were longer. Let's hurry up and have lunch."
He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and plunged them in his mouth and licked them dry of her juice before he snapped his fingers for the waiter.
Raina ordered a cold lobster salad and the Congressman a Reuben sandwich. They hurried through lunch and Raina suggested that they go back to her apartment since it was centrally located.
"After all, it wouldn't do for you to be seen checking into a hotel with me."
"Not at all. You mentioned that you had a roommate?"
"It's all right. I told her to stay out for the afternoon and to call first before returning."
"Tomorrow I want you to start looking for an apartment for yourself. Do that before starting to work."
"How much should I spend?" asked Raina innocently.
"For a two bedroom apartment, not more than six hundred a month. You're not to sign any papers. The apartment is going to be in my name so that it can be taken off for expenses. Understand?"
Raina nodded her head.
"Just find one that's handy to Capitol Hill."
"What about furnishings?" Raina asked. "All the furniture in our apartment is Jenny's. Not that I'd want any of it."
"I'll take care of that, Raina. We'll hire a decorator and do it up right."
Chambers signaled for the check and Raina excused herself to go to the ladies' room. She had stuffed a linen cocktail napkin into her purse. She ran cold water over the napkin and patted her cunt dry. She looked into the mirror as she freshened her make-up.
You've really hit the jackpot, she told herself.
They took a taxicab back to the apartment Raina shared with Jenny. The neighborhood wasn't bad, but the apartment house itself was a dilapidated brownstone which had the appearance of looking ashamed of itself. Chambers put on a pair of large sunglasses before he got out of the cab and he and Raina quickly hurried up the steps to the foyer. The hallway was dark and smelled of cooking, mildew and roach spray. When they reached the apartment, Raina unlocked the door and went inside to make sure that her roommate was not home. Only then did Chambers enter.
"It only has one bedroom," she explained. "Whoever gets in last gets the couch."
"But..."
"Don't worry. I changed the sheets this morning."
"Hurry up and take off your clothes, Raina. I don't have that much time."
She undressed and lay down on the bed. The Congressman hurriedly took off his clothes and got on his knees between her legs. He parted the lips of her cunt with his fingers and jammed two of them inside and began finger-fucking her. At the same time he stroked his cock.
"I want to watch you come," he said, "I want to watch the expression on your face as you climax."
He worked his fingers roughly in and out of her pussy, stopping only to pinch her clitoris.
"Play with your nipples, Raina."
She cupped her breasts in her hands and began pinching her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers. She pushed her pelvis up against his fingers. They became slippery with her secretions. He inserted another finger into her cunt and worked his hand back and forth over his hard cock. After a while he switched hands so that he was masturbating himself, using the damp fingers which he'd just withdrawn from her pussy. He loved watching her face contort with passion. Raina threw her head from side to side and bit down on her lower lip. Her eyelids fluttered and she swallowed. She pinched her nipples until they were bright red, the same shade as the head of his cock. Chambers spit into his hand and rubbed the saliva over his cock shaft.
"Tell me how it feels, Raina. And tell me when you're about to come. I want to shoot at the same time."
"It feels so good, Michael," she crooned. "Play with my clit more. That's it. Pinch it! Pinch it hard! Work your fingers in and out of my juicing slit. I-love-it! I love what you're doing to me. Oh. Oh!"
"You like my big cock, don't you, Raina?"
"Yes. Yes, I love it."
He pressed his three fingers tightly together. It felt as good to Raina as a cock plunging in and out of her cunt. Chambers would push his fingers all the way in, part them, and feel all the warm membranes of the inner recesses of her pussy.
"Your cunt is so juicy, Raina. Not dry like a lot of girls."
"You make it wet, Michael, because you excite me so," she said as she pushed her pelvis up against his intruding hand.
He pulled his hand all the way out and, as he had done in the restaurant, began licking his fingers, savoring her flavor. He pressed his forefingers together in a wedge position and began forcing them in and out of her cunt.
"I'd like to put my whole fist up your hole. Could you take it?"
"I... I think so."
With each stroke his forefingers went farther into her cunt until at last the tip of his thumb entered. Raina cried out in pleasure and pain as his hand slipped into her cunt up to the second joint of his thumb.
"It feels so good and warm, Raina. Your pussy wrapped around my hand like this."
Raina started working her hips back and forth with quick, violent motions.
He felt her juices flow over his fingertips and between his fingers. He worked hard on his own cock and when he was ready to shoot, he eased his hand out of her cunt and let his sperm splash over her cunt lips. Then as soon as he had finished coming, he knelt between her legs and began to lap it up-the mixture of their climaxes.
"Do you like that?" he murmured between licks. "Do you like what I'm doing?"
"Oh, yes, yes," she hissed. "Lick it up. Lick it all up."
When the Congressman had finished dressing, he informed Raina that she was to quit her job the next day.
"You're now on my payroll. You'll be receiving your first check on Friday, but I'll not expect you in the office until you find a new apartment."
After he left, Raina discovered that he'd left a bottle of Shalimar perfume on the dresser.
CHAPTER THREE
The next day Raina called the television station and quit. Then she got a newspaper and started looking for an apartment. She searched for three days, trying to find a two-bedroom apartment that fit Chamber's requirements... under six hundred and fifty dollars a month.
She found one. It was an old high-rise on New York Avenue and it had an added advantage of having a small terrace. The walls were thick, which was another point to consider. She called the Congressman and he met Raina and the agent at the apartment. The Congressman liked her selection and wrote out a check. The next day Raina got together with the decorator Chambers had recommended and together they began furnishing the apartment.
A week later, after some of the furniture, including the bed, had arrived, Raina moved in. At the beginning of the following week she showed up for work at the Congressman's offices. Chambers' private secretary, a dusty-looking spinster named Miss Feld, explained to Raina what her duties would be.
"You're to act as a receptionist. Make sure that anybody who comes into the office has an appointment. There will be a sheet of appointments on your desk every morning. Please check it. I answer most of the incoming calls, but occasionally when I'm busy the calls will be transferred to your line. Find out who they are and what their business is before transferring the calls to me. You will be given a certain amount of letters to type every day. These are mainly personal letters of Congressman Chambers to his constituents in Illinois."
Raina sat down at the desk, feeling completely lost.
"One thing more, Miss Blaine."
"Yes?"
"Try to dress a bit more conservatively when you come to the office."
Raina was irritated. She had worn an orange Qiana dress with a high neckline and had thought the selection was appropriate.
"Perhaps something that doesn't... er... cling so much."
Miss Feld turned and went into her own office.
"Dried-up old bitch," Raina mumbled to herself.
She pushed back her chair and went to the reception area to get several magazines to read. Then her phone started ringing.
The day was a disaster. Raina managed to mix up all the messages, to jam the keys on the electric typewriter so that the carriage would not move, and to burn a hole in the top of her desk-all in one afternoon. Miss Feld complained to the Congressman and after several more equally disastrous days, Raina was told by Chambers that she would no longer be required to come to the office. Raina was just as happy. She hated getting up in the mornings to make it to the office by 9 A.M.
She lounged around the apartment, reading and puttering on the terrace, attempting to grow a few boxes of flowers. The first month she was in the apartment Raina saw Chambers only five times. On the beginning of the second month he called Raina to inform her that she would be "entertaining" a business associate that evening. The man's name was Douglas Jennings, and Chambers wanted a favor from him. Jennings owned a construction firm and, if Chambers could get him a contract, there would be a large amount of kickback money awarded to Chambers.
The two men arrived at the apartment shortly after eight o'clock. Raina had dressed in a sheer caftan which emphasized her voluptuous body. Jennings was a short, squarely built man in his mid-forties. His mouth practically watered when he saw Raina. After drinks and some polite talk, the three went into the bedroom.
"This is some place," said Jennings.
He looked around the pink-and-white bedroom.
"And look at that bed."
"If you look up, you'll see a mirror," said Chambers.
"Great. I like to watch what I'm doing."
At Chambers' urging, Raina began to help the guest to get undressed. Jennings had a large, fat, uncircumcised cock. He lay down on the bed. Raina got between his legs and began sucking him, getting his cock fully erect so that she could take it in her cunt. She ran her tongue up and down the full length of his cock, coating it with her saliva. Then she opened her mouth wide and took his cock head inside and sucked on it. At the same time she played with his low-hanging balls, squeezing and fondling them.
"Jesus! She's fantastic," Jennings moaned.
Chambers started to get out of his clothes and watched with fascination as Raina sucked the other man.
"That's it, Raina. Give him good head. Earn your keep, baby."
Raina ran her tongue down the underside of Jennings' shaft and sucked one of his big balls into her mouth. Chambers sat down on the edge of the bed and began fingering her cunt, getting it wet and lubricated. He stuck one of his fingers inside and Raina squirmed her hips.
"Her cunt's all nice and juicy, Doug, and it's waiting for you. Go on, Raina, give Doug a little of that pussy."
Raina knelt over Jenning's prone body and eased her pussy down over his cockshaft until it was all the way in. She played with his fat balls as she began riding up and down on his thick cock. She moved her pussy round and round, gyrating her hips.
"How does it feel, Doug?" Chambers asked.
"It feels great," he moaned. "Really fantastic."
Chambers began playing with Raina's tits as she moved up and down on the cock shaft. Her nipples were as hard as acorns and Chambers pinched them roughly.
Jennings began pushing his hips upward, jamming his cock into Raina's slit. He grunted loudly and his come began to shoot upwards. It flew inside Raina's pussy and coated the walls of her vagina. Raina wished that he had waited for her to climax. She was frustrated. She lifted herself off his cock and Chambers pushed her down on the bed and began rubbing the head of his cock over her damp cuntal lips. His cock slid in easily since it was still warm and wet from Jennings' come. Jennings sat up in bed and watched with fascination as the Congressman fucked Raina. The sight turned him on and he began getting an erection once again.
"Does she take it up the ass?" he asked.
"Sure. She takes it anywhere. Sit on her face if you like," Chambers panted. "She-likes to eat ass."
Jennings positioned himself over Raina's face and dropped his ass to her lips. Raina opened her mouth and wormed her tongue inside his ass-hole.
"Oh, that feels fantastic," Jennings groaned and ground his ass against her face.
At the same time both men squeezed her breasts. Jennings lifted his buttocks from her mouth and rubbed his balls over Raina's face. His cock was half hard and he stuck it between her wet lips. Raina began to climax and rocked her hips back and forth and bucked against Chambers cock. Chambers saw that she was coming. He worked himself faster and shot his load into her climaxing cunt. He pulled out, sat back on the bed and sipped on his drink.
Jennings swung around so that he was facing Raina and began fucking her in the mouth with his cock which was now fully erect.
"Jesus, lady, are you a good cocksucker!"
He forced it all the way down her throat until his wiry pubic hair brushed her lips. And slowly he began to withdraw it until it was almost all the way out of her mouth, then he pushed forward, forcing it down her throat once again. He balanced himself on the palms of his hands and his feet and began pumping up and down over her face as if he were doing pushups.
Chambers put a pillow under his head and watched the reflection in the overhead mirror. He smiled to himself, knowing that everything was sealed with Jennings. He estimated that he would get a kickback of at least ten thousand dollars.
Jennings worked over Raina with a pile-driving tempo and thick shots of come spurted out of his cock and poured down Raina's waiting throat. Jennings fell back on the bed, panting and exhausted.
"She is really something else," he said, patting Raina on the left breast.
The two men got dressed and, as they were leaving, Jennings pressed a folded bill into Raina's hand.
"Thanks, sweetheart."
She locked the door behind them. She didn't like Jennings, but when she looked in her palm she discovered it was a hundred dollar bill.
Raina felt unsatisfied by the whole affair and decided she would discreetly find herself a few lovers on the side, strictly for sexual purposes. But she had to find someone new. She was bored with the men she had been seeing when she met Chambers.
Raina glanced at the digital clock. It was past eleven. She stuffed her hair into a shower cap and showered quickly. Then she got dressed in one of her new purchases, a bright red dress with a scoop neckline and took a cab to Jaspers, a popular singles' bar.
Even though it was past twelve on a weekday night, Jaspers was jammed with Washington's young swinging set.
Raina entered the giant cavern-like room which was filled with deafening rock music and made her way to the bar. A man got up and gave her his stool, attempting to make conversation with her. But he wasn't what she was looking for. She wanted something very rough and very masculine. Three men gravitated toward the beautiful, young blonde, but Raina turned them down flat. She wanted to make it with someone who made her go weak in the knees.
She was on her second drink when she felt someone staring at her. She turned and leaning against the jukebox was a young Italian-looking man dressed in bleached denim slacks and a matching jacket. He had thick, curly black hair, a cleft chin and deep set eyes. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other and Raina noticed that he wasn't wearing any underwear. Hanging to the left side was the clear outline of his large cock. She could practically feel her cunt lips wrapped around what he had in his pants. She smiled at him and he took his cue. He walked over to her and in a low, not excessively intelligent voice asked her if she would like to have a drink.
"Sure," she said. "Gin and Tab."
He winced.
"Oh, I know it sounds awful, but it's been my favorite drink since I was a kid, "What's your name?"
"Raina Blaine."
"Mine's Tony Carlino."
"I thought you looked Italian."
"I am. You know what they say about us wops?"
"No. What do they say?"
"We're hot-blooded," he replied and pressed his bulging crotch against her knee.
Raina began rubbing her knee up and down over his cock. She could feel it getting hard in his pants.
"You live near here?"
"Yeah. Not far away. "Would you like to come back to my house for a drink?"
"You got any beer?"
"Sure. A whole icebox full of it."
"Then what are we waiting around here for? Let's get it on."
Raina slid off the bar stool. As she did, he stepped closer, took her hand in his and guided it down to his crotch.
"How's that?" he whispered. "And it ain't even hard yet."
They caught a cab and went back to Raina's apartment.
Tony was impressed. "You must have some swell job to live in a place like this."
"My family's wealthy," Raina lied.
She mixed herself another drink and gave Tony a glass of beer'.
"Let's go into the bedroom."
Tony was bowled over when he saw the giant round bed and the mirror overhead.
"You sure you're not a high-priced call girl, 'cause I don't pay for it."
Raina shook her head.
She ran her hand down to his crotch and felt his cock and balls.
"I imagine there are a lot of women who'd pay for you."
"I guess so," said Tony, getting out of his jacket and shirt. "But I don't dig old broads. I like to ball with who I dig and I dig you."
"What do you do for a living?" Raina asked.
"I'm a construction worker. I work for Jennings Construction."
Raina laughed.
"What's so funny? Me bein' a construction worker?"
"Oh, no," she apologized. "It wasn't that. It's just that... Well, I've always wanted to go to bed with a construction worker."
Raina sat down on the edge of the bed and watched him undress. Tony turned around and wiggled out of his pants. He hadn't been wearing any underwear and his tight-fitting pants practically had to be rolled off. Raina liked what she saw. He had high, muscular buttocks and his legs were strong and thickly muscled. He bent over to take off his boots and socks and when he turned around, his cock swung from left to right. Raina sucked in her breath. He had one of the biggest cocks she'd ever seen. Soft, it was about five inches long and very thick. Tony smiled, grabbed his cock in his hand and pulled back the foreskin.
"You work on it, baby, and it gets twice as big. Hurry up and get those things off."
Raina pulled her dress over her head stepped out of her shoes and panties.
"You got some set of tits."
"Thank you."
Raina pulled down the covers and lay down on' the bed. He took another swallow of his beer, set it down on the nightstand and got on top of her. He held her tight, rubbing his cock against her thighs.
"I want to put my dick between those big tits of yours."
"Go ahead."
Tony crawled up on the bed and straddled Raina. He placed his thick cock between her heavy breasts, lay down on top of her and began moving his hips back and forth.
"Oh, lady, that feels good. Those big, fat tits wrapped around my cock."
Raina slid her hand around Tony and clasped his ass.
"Put it in me, Tony."
"Not yet, lady. I want you to really want it. I want you to be begging for it."
"I do want it, terribly."
"You can have it as soon as you suck me."
He moved up until his knees were on either side of her shoulders. He squatted down and his ass pressed against her breasts. He rubbed his cock over her face and pressed the head of it against her moist lips. Raina opened her mouth and Tony jammed it inside. She clamped her lips around the shaft and began sucking on it, moving her head back and forth in short movements. His sensitive cock head pressed against the roof of her mouth. Raina ran her tongue over the bottom of his cock; grabbed his heavy balls and began squeezing them as he plunged it into her mouth. He repositioned himself so that she could take more of his cock. Then he began pushing his cock forward. It slid over her tongue and down her throat all the way until there was nothing left. He held it just long enough so that she wouldn't gag and then pulled it almost all the way out. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, enjoying the sight of his thick prick disappearing between her lips. Raina was breathing hard, making her breasts heave against the cheeks of his ass. He pumped it in and out several more times and then pulled it all the way out. Her lips were shiny with saliva as was his cock. He pressed it against her cheek and rubbed it over her face until her entire face was wet.
"Suck my nuts," he said. "Take both of them in your mouth at the same time."
Raina sucked one of his balls into her mouth and then, using her fingers, stuffed the other one inside. She sucked noisily on both balls while he was rubbing his cock back and forth over her face. Raina slid her hand down her body and poked her fingers in and out of her burning cunt. She pulled her mouth from his balls and said, "Oh, please, Tony. Stick it in me. I've got to have it in my cunt."
"Not yet."
"Pleeeeaaaasssseee!"
Tony smiled. This was the way he liked his women, completely subjugated to him. He moved down over her body, dragging his cock and balls across her flesh. He finally stopped when the head of his cock came to rest on the wet lips of her cunt. Raina jerked her hips upward spasmodically. Her cunt lips ached for his prick. Tony took his cock in his hand and rubbed the throbbing head against her burning lips.
"Please, Tony," she begged. She was almost in tears. "Put it in me."
Without warning Tony violently thrust the length of his cock into her pussy all the way to his balls. Raina emitted a high-pitched moan and threw her legs around the small of his back. Tony lay still for a moment, savoring the feel of his cock in her burning, hot cunt.
"You like big cocks, lady?"
"Yes. Yes."
"Mine's one of the biggest, ain't it?"
"Yes. It feels wonderful."
Raina began undulating her pelvis. "Fuck me, Tony. Fuck me as hard as you can."
Tony smiled again. He really had her where he wanted her. He slid his hands between her legs and cupped her buttocks, forcing her legs higher into the air. Then he began fucking her with long, hard thrusts, withdrawing his cock until only the head of it remained in her and then slamming it back in. From her animal-like groans, he knew that she was way ahead of him. Then he began pumping faster. Suddenly Raina cried out and dug her fingernails into the flesh of his back.
"Oh! Oh! I'm cooommmmiiiinnnng!"
She bit down on the flesh of his shoulder and flung her body against his. As she burst into orgasm, Tony hurried to catch up with her. He dug his fingers into her buttocks and began pounding his cock as fast as he could. Raina thrashed beneath him in sexual convulsions as Tony felt his come rising. His thighs began to tremble as his semen rushed up the shaft of his cock. His balls twitched as the hot, thick come spurted out and shot inside her cunt.
"Oh, I feel it! I feel the juice in my cunt!" she squealed.
Tony's come overflowed her cunt and began spilling out, coating their pubic hair. Finally he stopped shooting and abruptly fell on top of her. Raina continued moving her hips from side to side, wringing out every last drop. Tony pulled out of her.
"Hey, is it all right if I stay all night?"
"Sure," said Raina.
"Then let's get a couple of snoozes. I'll throw it to you again in a couple of hours."
About five o'clock in the morning, when the early morning sun was just beginning to stream through the shutters, Tony was awakened to a wonderful sensation. Raina had gotten between his legs and had sucked his cock until it was rock hard.
"Turn around," he said sleepily. "I want to eat some of that cunt."
Raina swung her body around and got on top of him so that they were in a sixty-nine position. Raina had her head between his legs, sucking on his cock. She stretched her mouth open as far as she could and sucked him with gusto. Tony worked his tongue inside her cunt and nibbled lightly on her clitoris. Using his fingers, he parted the lips of her cunt and began sucking her. They sucked each other for nearly half an hour before they finally came and fell asleep once again.
The next morning Raina had the maid make breakfast for them before Tony left for work. She gave him her phone number. Their affair lasted nearly six months until Tony was transferred to Pittsburgh on a construction job. Then, often while Raina was having sex with Congressman Chambers or his friends, she would close her eyes tightly and think of Tony.
Raina's affair with the Congressman was more than tolerable. He was very generous with her and even though she became bored with Chambers alone, she enjoyed the other sexual diversions. Often he would bring another man to the apartment or sometimes more than one. Raina liked being the center of attention.
Once Chambers brought home two other gentlemen and Raina had all three of them at the same time. Chambers had called and informed her that two young Congressmen would be joining them that evening for dinner. Raina met the three men at the Sans Souci restaurant. She was pleased to find them both young and relatively attractive.
"Raina, this is Ben Bartol and Dennis Fletcher."
Bartol had dark brown hair and was nearly six feet tall. He wore aviator-type glasses and looked to Raina much too young to be a Congressman. The other man, Dennis Fletcher, was blond-his hair being almost the same shade as Raina's. He was deeply tanned and lightly freckled.
During dinner Raina was virtually ignored while the three men discussed politics. Since it didn't interest her, she tuned them out. After dinner the four of them went back to the apartment and had after-dinner drinks. Ben, the youngest of the three men, asked if they would care to smoke some marijuana. They all agreed and he produced several tightly rolled joints from his inside pocket. Raina kept the cordial glasses filled as they passed the joint from one to the other. It was excellent grass and the four of them got high before they finished the third joint.
Raina was giggling as she led them into the bedroom. They stripped out of their clothes and all four of them got onto the bed. Chambers rolled to one side and watched. Raina slid her hand down to Ben's cock and grasped it. Then she grabbed Dennis' thick prick and began jerking on both of them. They squeezed her breasts as Chambers said, "Why doesn't one of you fuck her in the mouth? She-likes that."
Ben got up on his knees and stuffed his cock down her throat. She sucked on the young Congressman until he was nearly ready to come. He pulled out of her mouth and Dennis positioned himself in front of her. She opened her mouth wider to accommodate his fat prick and sucked on him for awhile. He, too, pulled away before he climaxed.
"Let's all fuck her at the same time," said Ben. "I want to stick it in her cunt."
"I'd dig fucking her up the ass," said Dennis.
Raina smiled at Chambers. "I guess you're left with my mouth, honey."
Raina lay down on her side and Ben pressed the head of his cock against her vagina. The lips of her slit parted and he slid inside. She pushed her hips against his, taking all of his cock. Dennis was eyeing her smooth, round buttocks. He got behind Raina and pressed the head of his cock against her anus. Raina stopped moving for a moment and waited until he was able to work his cock into her ass-hole. Raina then began rotating her hips, savoring the feeling of being fucked from both sides. Chambers slid a pillow under Raina's head and knelt beside her and pushed his cock into her hot, wet, sucking mouth.
Raina was dizzy with excitement. She had a cock in each of her holes-her mouth, her ass and her cunt. Her elastic lips wrapped around Chambers' cock and his balls shook as she moved her head furiously back and forth. Ben jammed his cock into her cunt as far as it would go, and at the same time Dennis was pumping his thick cock in and out of his ass-hole.
"Raina," Chambers groaned. "Keep sucking me like that and I'm going to shoot in your hot, cocksucking mouth."
The bedroom was filled with grunts and groans. Dennis pushed forward with great thrusts, making animal sounds as his cock invaded her ass. Raina pushed her buttocks back against him to meet his ramming strokes.
"I'm getting close," Dennis groaned and clutched her waist as he plummeted his thick prick in and out of her ass.
He shot and the come gushed inside her.
Chambers became so excited that he began shooting down her throat.
Ben bucked his hips forward, wanting to catch up with the other two. Finally he cried out and emptied his load into her cunt.
The four of them carried on for most of the night and in the morning when they left, Raina, as usual, was given large tips by the young Congressmen that Chambers had brought.
As he left, Chambers kissed her on the lips and said, "Good work, sweetheart. Another bill passed."
CHAPTER FOUR
During the three years that Raina was affiliated with Chambers and tricking with various Congressmen, Senators, and businessmen, she felt she was a definite influence in the passing of certain bills. In fact, she felt almost patriotic about it. Raina lay back on the bed looking at Chambers on what would be their last day together and she wondered what kind of a man he really was. She really didn't know him, only sexually. She hoped that the bills that she'd helped to pass had been good ones.
Raina broke out of her reverie. Chambers was lying on his side, staring at her.
I wonder what he has on his mind, she asked herself. Probably another orgy. Why doesn't he get on with it? I haven't got all day. Vince will be angry if I don't see him tonight, and I need to see him.
Raina stretched, turning her face so that she could check the time-on the digital clock. It was nearly six. She hadn't seen Vince in over a week. One of the bartenders where Vince worked was ill, and Vince had been working double shifts. Raina closed her eyes and tried to imagine that it was Vince in bed with her. But she knew it was no use. It wasn't the same. Vince's skin was young and smooth, un-like Chambers' tanned, weathered flesh.
She poured more baby oil into her hand and began massaging his cock and balls which had become soft. Over and out, she chanted to herself. Over and out. "Didn't you say you had an appointment?"
Suddenly Chambers seized her roughly and dug his fingers into her soft, white breasts, feeling them tighten at the tips into hard, little points. Raina responded by pressing her mouth against his and sucking on his tongue until Chambers thought she was going to pull it out by the roots. He pulled his mouth away, pushed her back on the bed, and began biting her rigid nipples. Then he threw himself on top of her. His now-throbbing cock pressed against her thighs. With one of his hands he twisted her hair until she cried out in pain. With the other he squeezed her breasts roughly. He pressed his lips against the hollow of her neck and began biting and sucking.
"No, Michael. No, please. I don't like marks."
Chambers stopped and looked at her with surprise. It was the first time since he'd known Raina to protest... anything. Ordinarily, he would have gone into a tirade, reminding her of their arrangement and who was paying the bills. But not today. After all, it was about to come to an end.
Chambers stopped biting her neck and looked at her face which showed her signs of irritation. She was very beautiful and he would miss her; but there would be other girls... later. Perhaps even one day he would see Raina again; but for now it had to end. The Congressman wondered how Penny had found out about Raina. He supposed it hadn't been such a well-kept secret around Washington. He knew that their marriage would be good for both of them. Penny's father was a wealthy industrialist from Illinois and had helped Chambers to get elected.
Penny was an attractive and vivacious young woman and the Congressman liked her tremendously, even though he didn't love her. He doubted that he could love any woman other than sexually. He enjoyed Penny in bed. She wasn't the uninhibited sensual person that Raina was, but she was aggressive and their lovemaking was very satisfactory. He would have to be faithful to Penny... for a while. Funny, he never suspected that she was jealous, but then the subject of marriage had never come up before. He knew he was doing the right thing, but still felt frustrated and guilty about Raina. His frustration only Increased his need for sexual release.
He forced her thighs apart and slid the palm of his hand over her moist slit. As his fingers approached, Raina wriggled her hips and pushed against him. His fingers forced apart the lips of her cunt, and Chambers could feel that her juices had already begun to flow. He slipped a finger inside; her clitoris was erect and pulsating. He slid over the sheets and kissed the soft flesh around her navel. It glistened with the baby oil. He sniffed the warm odor which exuded from her body, a natural, freshly bathed female scent mixed with the odor of the baby oil and her ever-present Shalimar. He pushed her thighs further apart and opened the folds with his fingers. Then he buried his mouth over her pussy. Raina sucked in her breath and closed her thighs around his head. She could feel the portals of her cunt opening as he worked his tongue in and out. Chambers moved his hands under her buttocks and squeezed her flesh as he sucked her drenched cunt. He sucked her distended clitoris into his mouth and chewed on it. Her breath was coming in gasps.
But Chambers didn't want her to come that way. He pulled his head away from her cunt and moved up to face her, pressing the head of his prick against the wet entrance of her slit. Raina, who now needed sexual release almost as much as Chambers did, stretched and parted the lips of her cunt with one hand. She took his hot cock in the other. She pushed her hips up against his, rubbing the cockhead over her cunt.
"Now," she groaned.
Chambers violently shoved his body forward and pushed his huge cock into her vagina. The hot ring of her cunt wrapped around his shaft.
"God," he groaned, "it's in all the way up to my balls."
"Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me!"
She smashed her mouth against his and sucked his tongue inside. Her cunt tightened and relaxed against his hot, driving thrusts. He began speeding his rhythm, twisting his cock slightly so that it would stimulate her clitoris. She wrapped her legs around his buttocks, and pushed her cunt up to meet him. Chambers closed his eyes and tried to etch their final fuck into his memory. Raina tightened her legs around his ass and began ramming her finger up his anus as far as she could at the same time she sucked on his tongue.
"Oh God," she moaned as she began the start of her orgasm.
Chambers was grunting, rapidly getting closer to his. She clamped her legs even tighter around him as his cock started to shoot, spewing forth its creamy load. It gushed into her cunt and scalded the walls of her vagina. They thrashed about on the bed, biting and scratching like it was the last orgasm they would ever have.
Chambers got up from the bed and slowly got dressed. Raina's irritation was building.
What's he dilly-dallying about? she wondered.
By the time the Congressman finished dressing, Raina was so irritated that she broke a rule. She lit a cigarette and lay on the bed puffing like Bette Davis. Chambers came out of the dressing room. He frowned at Raina. She thought it was because of the cigarette and quickly put it out. He reached into his inside pocket, withdrew a folded check, and handed it to her.
Raina broke into a smile. "What's this?" she asked as she unfolded the check.
The amount was for five thousand dollars.
"I don't understand. Are you paying me in advance?"
"I guess what amounts to, Raina, is that I'm paying you off."
"Paying me off?" she said, getting up.
The Congressman bit his lip and lowered his eyes. "It's over, Raina. I'm getting married."
"Married!"
"Yes."
"To that Penny person you're always being photographed with?"
He nodded his head.
"You're actually marrying that chinless ninny?"
"She happens to be a very nice girl."
"I bet she can't give you this," Raina said, spreading her legs and thrusting her cunt at him. Suddenly Raina whirled around. "What about all this? The apartment? My salary?"
The congressman looked pained. "You can stay on another month," he said quietly. "The salary is terminated, of course."
"What do you mean, of course?" Raina screamed. "Just what in the hell am I supposed to do? Work as a goddamned waitress?" .
Chambers smiled. "In spite of. the situation, I don't think that will ever come about," he said. "You've made enough contacts through me. When word gets around that you're no longer in my... uh... employ, you'll be getting calls."
Raina began stalking around the room, nervously running her fingers through her hair. "Is that all I mean to you?" she asked-angrily. "Something to be passed around? like a dirty joke?"
"Raina, it's not like that at all. It just has to come to an end. Somehow Penny's found out about us and..."
"And the little bitch doesn't want any competition, is that it?"
"Raina, I'm getting married to her. You can't expect her to condone something like this. If she hadn't known about it, things could have continued as they were. But she does."
"And Little Miss Prissy can't take it. Does her father know about it? Or was he one of the numbers I've fucked here?"
"I don't think he knows about it. And no, he's never been here. I don't shit where I eat."
"Nice. Very nice. I love your choice of metaphors. I knew something was wrong the minute you stepped in here. This is a fine way to kiss me off after all the help I've been to you."
"Raina," he said wearily. "You got a lot out of it. It isn't as if you've been used."
"Well, I feel used."
She threw the check down on the dresser. For a minute she contemplated tearing it up and throwing it in his face; but Raina was too practical for that. Instead, her long fingers wrapped around a bottle of Shalimar.
"Get out of here, you bastard!" she cried and threw the bottle at him.
The Congressman ducked and the perfume bottle shattered against the bedroom wall. The room was quickly filled with the heady, intoxicating odor of the perfume.
"Raina. Raina. There's no use carrying on like this."
"Get out! GET OUT!"
"I'm going. But remember, I expect you to vacate this apartment within the month."
"I'll be out. Don't worry," she screamed. "Give my love to your tacky bride."
The Congressman crossed the bedroom. Before he opened the door he looked at Raina one last time. Her beautiful face was twisted in anger. "Raina, I..."
"GET OUT Chambers shrugged his shoulders and left.
"Son of a bitch!" Raina muttered.
Then a strange smile formed on her face. She walked quickly across the plush carpeting, knelt down beside the bed, and turned off the tape recorder. She removed the cassette and went into her walk-in closet. She pushed aside an array of expensive gowns. Standing behind the gowns was a tall, filing cabinet. She unlocked the second drawer with a key she kept hidden in the closet and turned to Chambers' file. She wrote the date on the latest cassette and dropped it in beside the battery of previous tapes.
"I don't think he's going to kick little old Raina out so easily," she said and slammed the door shut.
She locked it and replaced the key.
Then she went into her bathroom and began running the water in the tub. After adding several dollops of Shalimar bath oil, she lowered herself into the soothing water. She picked up a natural sponge and began stroking the smooth contours of her body.
Raina had recorded every liaison with Chambers and his friends since the whole thing began. She hadn't really known what she intended to do with the tapes and she didn't now. But there was plenty of time to decide. She had a full month and a five thousand dollar check. She made a mental note to go to the bank immediately in the morning before the Congressman changed his mind and stopped payment.
She let the water out of the tub and when it was almost empty she began running fresh water so that she could rinse her body. The clear water came rushing out of the tap and whirled between her legs. Raina moved further down and braced the bottom of her feet against the tile wall. The rush of water titillated her cunt and she began stroking, the outer lips of her pussy, occasionally plunging a finger inside to stimulate her clitoris. She pushed her problems with Chambers out of her mind and concentrated on her oncoming date with Vince Bertini, her bartender stud.
The swirling waters titillated her cunt. Raina murmured "Vince. Vince. Vince!" over and over. She closed her eyes tightly to conjure up his being and was not too surprised that the face and form of Deke d'Addio came to mind. Vince resembled Deke in many ways. Deke had been Raina's first lover... when she was thirteen years old, a very long time ago...
Raina Blaine had been born Raina Boley in a small town in Georgia called Moultrie. She was the only child of a slatternly waitress named Vivian Boley. Raina's beginnings in the world were not auspicious. Her mother had no idea who the baby's father had been. Vivian, a fun-loving waitress, had attempted to abort herself of the oncoming child but had not succeeded. Raina was determined to be born. She saw the light of day in a hospital at Valdosta in a county care ward. Vivian originally planned to put her daughter up for adoption, but when she saw the little girl, blonde .and blue-eyed like herself, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
So she took her daughter to live in a ramshackle shack which was located next to the Ochlockonee River. The shack had once been the right wing of a pre-Civil War mansion. Beneath the shack was a fruit cellar once used to hide runaway slaves on their way to the northern border. Toward the end of the Civil War the mansion had been burned to the ground and nothing remained except for the falling-apart structure which Vivian had claimed as her own. There was no running water and no bathroom facilities in the shack. Their toilet needs were served by an outhouse and there was a pump in the back yard for water. Vivian eventually made enough money as a waitress to afford better accommodations, but she disliked changes and hesitated to move. Besides that, there was no rent to pay. The property was owned by the government and no one had ever bothered to collect rent from Vivian Boley.
Besides, Vivian had delusions of grandeur and she liked to sit on her back porch, which was held up by two remaining Doric columns, and imagine that she was a wealthy Southern belle, sought after by every eligible buck in the county. Often, when she had drunk too much, Vivian would wander through the remaining rooms, fanning herself coquettishly with a piece of cardboard from the funeral parlor and talking to imaginary beaux. Vivian was given to "putting on airs." Her thick, honey-toned Southern speech was liberally sprinkled with what she imagined were genteel phrases. And she played the eternal flirt whether the object of her attention was a rich man's son or a truck driver. She seemed oblivious of her surroundings and, indeed, came to think of herself as a tragic Southern belle whose family's misfortunes had reduced her to working in a diner.
Vivian was regarded by the other inhabitants of Moultrie as a harmless eccentric with the morals of poor white trash. Vivian was unaware of their opinions and if she had known them she wouldn't have cared. She did her work at the diner with a benign air of resignation, owing to her "fallen state." For a woman who was as attractive and vivacious as Vivian there was never a shortage of men. All that she demanded of her beaux was that they be attractive, treat her like a lady except in bed, and occasionally buy her presents, such as a bottle of liquor, a brightly colored scarf, or a pair of hoop earrings.
Raina turned out to be little trouble for Vivian. She was an extremely healthy child and when she wasn't attending school she enjoyed taking care of the house for her mother. Even though she wasn't a very bright student, Raina liked the time she spent at the white clapboard schoolhouse. It didn't bother her that she wasn't as intelligent as the other students. She was never embarrassed when she didn't know the answer; she was too happy and full of life.
Raina's knowledge of sex came early. Her mother, despite her "genteel background," was not very modest, and as a little girl Raina would wander in and out of Vivian's bedroom while her mother and her latest boyfriend were enjoying the pleasures of sex. Sometimes the little girl would stop and watch, fascinated by the happiness the adults were giving one another. Other times she would interrupt her mother with one of her eternal questions and then briskly leave to play with her dog, Taffy, at the river's edge.
Occasionally one of Vivian's boyfriends would become a favorite and would move in with her to stay until Vivian got bored with him. Raina, who had a difficult time with their various names, just called each of the men in her mother's life "Pa." Her mother encouraged her. It seemed the decent thing to do.
As Raina began to approach her twenties, it became apparent that she would be even more beautiful than her mother. She was taller than Vivian. Her hair was blonder, her eyes a brighter blue, and her skin was flawless. At the age of thirteen her body began filling but and her slender, flat, tomboy physique disappeared as she acquired the curves of a voluptuous young woman-to-be. She began to attract the eyes of her older male schoolmates, the men of the town, and also Vivian's boyfriends. Raina had her mother's manner. She was flirtatious and distinctly feminine. And she knew how to manipulate men. Vivian, without actually knowing it, had taught her well.
The man living with Vivian at the time was a strapping, muscular Italian named Deke d'Addio who worked as a laborer on the state roads. He was a darkly handsome man with a muscular physique and possessed a cock which, as Vivian put it, "just didn't end." Deke had been living with Vivian for nearly five months, and Vivian was getting twitchy. She wanted a new man in her life. She noticed the looks that Deke and Raina were giving one another. One day she took Raina aside and told her it was about time she discovered the joy that a man and a woman could give one another sexually. Raina listened intently as her mother explained the intricacies of sex. Vivian was very graphic and completely objective. Raina was fascinated. The only thing that worried her was the pain of losing her virginity.
"Shucks, honey, that's no problem. You just bite down real hard, close your eyes, and count to ten. Before you reach eight it's all over with and from then on it's smooth sailin'. And it's more fun than anything'. That's what it's all about... life. Woman was made to give themselves to men and men were made to give things to women. I'm gonna leave you and Deke alone in the house tonight. I'll ask Tillie if-she wants to go to a movie at the Strand. You just tell him I was delayed and won't be home till eight or so and let nature take its course."
"All right, Mama, but I..."
"Don't worry, honey. You're gonna love it. And you hint to Deke to take you out and get you some nice new dresses. He makes plenty of money and Lord knows he doesn't spend it on anythin' 'cept liquor. They're havin' a sale on some nice summer dresses up at Monkey Wards. When it comes to men, honey, it's nothin' for nothin'. So if I think what'll happen happens, make sure you get his promise about the new dresses, you hear?"
"I hear, Mama." . "
Vivian kissed her daughter good-bye and rushed off to her job at the diner.
That day Raina, with her mother's permission, skipped school and spent most of the day planning out what she was going to say and do. She already had dinner prepared and waiting in the icebox... cold chicken and cornbread. About four o'clock in the afternoon she pumped water from the well, boiled it in a large kettle on the stove, and filled the ancient tub. She bathed herself carefully and douched as her mother had shown her with Vivian's own concoction-a mixture of baking soda, rose water, and glycerine. After bathing, Raina went outside to sit on the porch swing and let her hair dry in the sun. The swing was located at the far end of the porch where there was ho roof. She had powdered her body with a fragrant dusting powder that her mother used and dressed in a faded cotton summer dress and a pair of inexpensive sandals. As she dried her hair she watched the path for the sight of Deke returning home from work. She had already put water on the stove to heat so that he could take his evening bath.
She was full of excitement about her new adventure. It seemed to her it would be an end to girlhood and her initiation to womanhood.
A short time later she saw Deke ambling down the path. She ran into the kitchen, hung up the towel, and rushed down the path to meet him.
"Hi, honey," he said as he ran his large fingers through her hair. "You look like you're all dressed up for a party."
"Do I? I only wish I had one to go to. But if I did, this dress wouldn't do at all. It's so faded you can hardly see the flowers any more."
Deke smiled. He recognized Vivian's ways and was bright enough to catch Raina's hint.
"In that case we'll just have to take you uptown to buy you a new party dress."
Raina jumped up and down and clapped her hands together. "Do you mean it, Deke? Do you really mean it?"
"Sure, honey." He noticed that she had stopped calling him "Pa". "I'll take you uptown this Saturday. Is your mother home yet?"
"She's not gonna be comin' home till late tonight. She said that she had to see Tillie about somethin' and she wouldn't be home till real late. But don't worry. I already got supper made. It's in the icebox and I put your water on the stove to boil."
"Now that's mighty thoughtful. You say she's gonna be gone awful late?" asked Deke, eyeing the flirtatious young girl.
"Real late."
"Now how about that?"
They went inside the shack. The interior was surprisingly cool due to a large cluster of trees that surrounded the remaining wing of the mansion. Deke went into the bedroom to strip out of his dirty clothes. While he did, Raina started pouring the warm water into the bathtub. Standing next to the bathtub was a wicker screen which Deke always used when he was taking a bath and Raina was in the house. Raina wondered if he would use it that day.
That was easy, she thought to herself as she filled the tub. This Saturday I'll have a new dress. And tonight...
Deke came out of Vivian's bedroom. He had a large towel wrapped around his middle. Raina gazed at his body with open admiration. He was heavily muscled from years of working on the state roads. His chest was deeply tanned since he worked without a shirt, but his legs were as white as milk glass.
"While you're takin' your bath, I'll put supper on the table."
Deke stood by the edge of The bathtub and watched the young girl. When Raina knelt to get the supper out of the icebox, her dress slid up past her thighs and he could see the bare globes of her buttocks. He realized that she wasn't wearing any underpants. He could feel his cock starting to"get hard. He picked up the screen and started to pull it across the front of the tub.
"I'll only put it up part of the way, Raina, so we can talk."
"I don't see why you use it at all, Deke. It's just gonna cut off the cool breezes."
Deke smiled and put the screen back in place. As Raina watched him, he took the towel off and hung it over the back of the chair. She stared openly at the large, uncircumcised cock which hung between his legs. The more she stared, the harder it got. Deke stepped into the bathtub and slowly lowered himself into the warm water.
"You look all fresh and cool, Raina."
"I just had a bath myself before you came in."
She finished putting the plates on the table and boldly walked over to the edge of the tub.
"Do you want me to scrub your back, Deke?"
"Yeah. I'd like that."
She picked up the washcloth, rubbed the soap over it, and then began to wash his back. She worked quickly, occasionally pausing to trail her fingertips over the slick surface of his flesh. His shoulders broke out in goose bumps and his cock twitched in the water like it had a life of its own. Raina looked down and could see the clear outline of his cock through the soapy water. She was tempted to reach down and grab it but restrained herself.
"I'll pump some water into a bucket so you can rinse."
Raina went outside and filled two tin buckets with water and carne back inside. Deke stood up in the tub and poured the water over his head. Raina was fascinated over the size of his cock. It was sticking straight out from his body. It was very large and was throbbing. As Deke stepped out of the tub, Raina picked the towel up from the back of the chair and began to towel-dry his body. She patted his chest and stomach dry and when she started patting the area around his cock and balls he pulled the towel away from her and wrapped his arms around her body. His large hands began massaging her buttocks and he pressed his thick cock against her stomach.
"We shouldn't be doing this, Raina."
"But I want you to."
"You won't tell Viv?"
"No, of course not," she said quickly.
"Let's leave supper for later."
Deke took Raina's hand and led her into the dark bedroom he shared with her mother. Tenderly he lifted her dress over her head and knelt down in front of her.
"You're real beautiful, Raina."
"Thank you, Deke. And thank you for the new dress you're gonna get me."
"We'll go shoppin' Saturday," he said as he slid his hands over her rib cage and up to her young, firm breasts. "Maybe we'll get you two."
He rubbed the palms of his hands over her taut, strawberry-colored nipples.
"I been thinkin' about this a long time," he smiled.
"Me too, Deke. Let's get into bed."
She turned and moved toward the edge of the bed. Her firm buttocks twitched as she swayed her hips from side to side. Deke was going out of his mind with desire. He really had no right since Raina was under age and it could be constituted as statutory rape, but rationalization did not satisfy his aching need or keep his cock from throbbing like a jack-hammer. Raina lay down on the soft mattress and he lay down beside her. With a deep sigh he crossed his thigh over hers. Raina liked the feel of his muscular, hairy thigh beneath her own smooth thigh. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face and stared at her face. Her hair was in disarray and her face was glowing with desire, her eyes half lidded.
"Will I be the first, Raina?"
She nodded and traced her fingers over the rough stubble of his beard.
"Perhaps I'd better shave. You're so soft, just like peaches and cream. I don't want to hurt you."
"Hurry then," said Raina softly. "I'll be waiting for you."
Deke hurried out of the bedroom and went into the kitchen to shave. He poured water from the tea kettle into a pan and lathered his face. He was so nervous that he nicked himself in several places before he finished. He rinsed his face, patted it with an inexpensive after-shave, and returned to the bedroom.
"Oh, you've cut yourself," said Raina and brushed her lips against the dried drops of blood. "There. That'll help them heal."
They moved closer to each other. Deke took Raina into his arms. Their lips fused in a deep kiss. Deke parted her lips and slid his tongue inside her mouth. Raina sucked on his tongue as it dove deep into her willing mouth. The sensual heat from their deep kiss and the rubbing of their naked bodies together began to build ravenous desire in both of them. Suddenly he felt her hands slip down his back and grip his buttocks, pulling him on top of her. Deke was confused. He thought that she was still a virgin, but she was reacting as if she were a highly trained courtesan. He felt her hard nipples jab against his chest and his desire began to blaze higher. He moved his head down to the fullness of her breasts. His tongue slipped out and he began to lathe the hard rosy nipples, making Raina moan.
"Oh yes, yes," she hissed.
As he worked over her heaving breasts, he felt her hands reach down between their bodies, down, down until she gripped his hard cock. He gasped as her hand caressed his cockshaft. Her fingers worked expertly over his swollen flesh, jerking up and down on his cock. Deke moved one of his hands down to her trembling thighs. He teased his fingers over her pussy mound. The lips of her young cunt were damp and moist. He parted the lips of her pussy with his fingers, then flicked his fingertips through the soft, hair-tangled mound, before he knifed his forefinger along her pulsing slit.
"Oh, Deke," she sighed as she bucked her hips upwards.
She closed her fingers in a tight circle and fondled his feverish prick. His finger flicked in and out between his pink lips, making her hips jerk spasmodically. She spread her thighs wider apart to better accommodate the finger-fucking he was giving her. Raina worked her hips back and forth until she felt his finger bury itself all the way into her hot vagina. She felt the rub of his hand over her tingling clitoris. Soft mews of pleasure came from her as his finger slithered in and out slowly, very slowly, making her squirm her hips in sexual delight.
"Take me, Deke. Take me!"
She kicked her legs wide apart and pulled him down on her. His body covered her pink, glowing curves. He drove his hips forward and his huge erection worked its way into her tight passageway. He took her legs and guided them around his waist.
"Oh, oh," she crooned as she felt his cockhead.
She wanted it!
She wanted it more than anything she could remember. She desperately wanted to be relieved of her virginity. She felt the roll of his balls over her inner thigh. She looked up at him through fluttering eyelids. Her eyes were dilated with passion. The head of his prick slid into her parted virgin lips. Raina tightened her legs around the small of his back. She loved the feel of the plunging cock as it entered her.
"So very tight," he breathed and moved forward, slowly and gently.
There was a moment of resistance as the head of his cock pushed against the tender hymen of her virgin cunt. Raina closed her eyes as her mother had told her and started to count to ten. Deke pushed forward and she saw stars as the pain rushed through her body. But Raina didn't panic, trusting Vivian as she did. She knew that it would pass. A few moments later the pain was gone and she was no longer a virgin. The moment was indelibly etched in her young mind.
"Are you all right?" Deke asked.
"I'm fine," Raina replied breathlessly. "It only hurt for a moment."
Deke began kissing her all over the face and then he started moving his cock into the soft, warm embrace of her vagina. The walls of her cunt clasped him firmly, hungrily. He raised his ass and drove his cock in and out, making it slide deeper and deeper into her moist pussy.
At last I'm being fucked, Raina said to herself. It's almost too much to bear.
Her body jerked and twisted beneath him as she began meeting him thrust for thrust in a passion so complete that it completely overcame her lack of experience. Deke had never in his life felt such an impassioned response to his cock and it stirred him onto greater efforts to please her. Their bodies became slick with a film of sweet perspiration as they labored. Raina cried out his name from time to time, totally transfixed by the delicious experience she was having. Her hands were now gripping his wildly pumping buttocks as they rose and fell with lightning speed. Deke thrilled to the tight sucking of her cunt as her violated pussy lips clasped and unclasped around his hard, drilling shaft of flesh. He began fucking her wildly, unthinkingly, inspired by her excitement. In and out of her young cunt his stabbing cock thundered with lightning speed. As he drove it all the way in to the hilt, his heavy, swollen balls slapped against the cheeks of her ass.
Raina couldn't believe what was happening to her. She knew that never again in her life would she experience such a wonderful thrill. She loved the feeling. There was no pain, only wonderful, tingling sensations that were more thrilling than anything she'd ever felt. It was the beginning of a new world for Raina.
"I love it! I love it!" she cried as she writhed beneath him.
Her arms clutched him tightly around the shoulders and her nails raked over his back. He lunged into her with a non-stop rhythm and she answered his every thrust without let up, never tiring, always wanting more, loving the way he was loving her. She flailed her pussy up at his jabbing cock with ecstatic abandon.
"Faster, Deke! Faster!" she gasped, begging for more, still more.
Raina was getting close to her orgasm. Deke could tell by her manic gyrations. Suddenly a new sensation rushed through Raina's body. She squealed and locked her legs around his heaving ass. She held on as if for life as she became caught up in the grips of her orgasm. He felt her juices coat the head of his driving cock and he rushed forward to meet her. Jets of come shot from his prick and spurted deep into her climaxing vagina. The feeling thrilled her beyond anything she could imagine. They rolled round and round as they gave way to their passion. Raina clutched him closer as if she were going to die from the fantastic sensations she was experiencing.
Finally it was over. He lay on top of her, exhausted. They still embraced; their arms interlocked. Raina loved the feel of his weight on top of her and the wonderful feel of his prick still buried into her creamy vagina. They lay for a long time in that position. She held him close and, although she had no means of comparison, she believed Deke to be the most wonderful lover in the world. Later he rolled off of her. Raina got up from the bed, explaining that she had to "take care of things". She went into the kitchen and douched as her mother had instructed her. After drying her vagina, she returned to the bedroom. Deke towel dried his come-covered cock and lay back on the bed smoking a cigarette.
"Was I-all right?"
He put out the cigarette and took her in his arms. "You were wonderful. But what happens now?"
"What do you mean?"
"What do we do about it? What about your mother?"
It was then that Raina explained she had done it with her mother's blessing. Deke sat and listened quietly. He had realized for some time that things had become strained between he and Vivian, .but he had never expected this. At first his male ego was hurt, but then he began to think about the situation. Male ego aside, it wasn't really all that bad. All he was doing was moving from the mother's to the daughter's bed. He could probably still stay at the shack for as long as he wanted. He and Vivian still liked each other, even though the spark had gone out of their sexual relationship. He ran his hand over Raina's breast and murmured, "Oh, am I gonna teach you things. Things you never dreamed of."
Raina snuggled close to his muscular body and reached down and clasped his cock. "I love to feel it, Deke. And it's so beautiful."
Deke gently pushed Raina back on the bed and his wet mouth sought out her nipples. Raina lay quiet, enjoying his tongue and teeth on her breasts. She began running her fingers through Deke's curly black hair and stroking the smooth skin on the back of his neck, pulling his face closer to the fullness of her breasts. Deke flattened out his tongue and trailed it down over her rib cage to her navel. He paused for a moment, dipped his tongue inside her navel, and swirled it around. Then he moved on. The brush of her soft cunt hairs rubbed against his smoothly shaved chin.
"Now I'm gonna eat your cunt," he said huskily. "I'm gonna lap your young pussy like crazy. I want you to remember this forever."
Deke pushed Raina's legs far apart and, using his thumbs, he spread her cunt lips. He pressed it in a certain way so that the pink knob of her clitoris stood out. Then he applied the tip of his tongue to Raina's super-sensitive organ, letting his tongue slide from side to side. Raina writhed in an agony of desire. She dug her fingers into the mattress and rolled her head from side to side, wanting to cry out, but holding it back. Deke slightly pinched the swollen outer lips of her cunt as he continued licking her clit. In a few short moments Raina came. Her body began to shake as if an explosion had been set off inside her. She screamed from the unbearable pleasure of her climax. Deke plunged his face into her pulsating cunt. His tongue lapped at her flowing juices.
"You're sweet as swamp honey," he said, lifting his head from her crotch.
"I've never felt anythin' so fantastic, Deke. I think it was even better than havin' you inside me. The things you can do with your tongue..."
"I'm not through yet," said Deke.
With that he threw her legs up into the air and buried his face between her buttocks. He shot his tongue out and licked it over the soft flesh around the opening of her anus. Then he worked his tongue inside and began tongue-fucking her ass-hole. Raina squealed with delight.
"Oh, it feels so wonderful," she gurgled. "I want to do it to you."
Deke smiled and let her down on the bed. "All right."
He got on his hands and knees, and Raina crawled behind him. Deke spread his muscular buttocks apart with his hands and Raina could see the tiny pink opening of his ass. She began tentatively chewing on his buttocks, massaging his balls with her hands as she did so. Raina began coating the crevice between his buttocks with her tongue, stopping at the opening.
"Stick it inside, Raina."
She did as she was told. She worked her tongue in the opening of his hairy ass and began rimming him.
"Oh, that's good," Deke moaned.
Raina moved her face down to his balls and began sucking them. Then she pulled his thick cock between his legs and licked the head and the underneath side of it.
Deke rolled over on his back. His cock was sticking straight up in the air. Raina stared at the shaft of flesh as it arched upwards out of the curly mass of black pubic hair. It was starkly white in contrast to his tanned chest and the small slit in the center of it was drooling a clear liquid, "Open your mouth wide, Raina," he instructed, "and try to take it all down your throat. Don't hold your breath. Breathe through your nose. Take-as much of it as you can, then move your mouth up and down on it."
Raina followed his instructions. She was able to get most of the cock down her throat, then she suddenly gagged and pulled her head away.
"Don't try to take it all if you can't. Not yet," said Deke, patting her blonde head.
Raina tried once again. She sucked air in through her nostrils and was able to engulf more of the cock.
"Take it real slow at first, baby. That's it. That's it!"
Raina loved the feel of cock in her mouth. The flesh was smooth and warm and had an odd, strangely delicious taste. Deke placed his hands at the back of her head and controlled her rhythm. As he got closer to climax, he moved her head up and down in a quicker rhythm on his cock.
"I'm gettin' ready to come, Raina. Let it go down your throat. Swallow it."
Raina worked her head faster, anxious to get the come in her mouth.
"SWALLOW IT!"
Deke began to shoot. Raina gagged at first but was determined not to disappoint him. She regained her control and began swallowing the slightly salty-tasting liquid. She continued sucking him long after he came. They fell asleep in one another's arms and were still in bed when Vivian got home.
When Deke heard the screen door slam, he jumped up and Raina awoke. "It's your smother," he said in a panic.
"Don't worry about it," Raina calmly replied.
Vivian peeked into the bedroom and said very nonchalantly, "The movie was simply marvelous."
Then she went to the kitchen table and sat down to have her dinner. Raina and Deke dressed and came into the kitchen. Vivian chattered about the movie during supper as if nothing had happened. And that night Deke went to bed in Raina's room..
Deke and Raina's affair lasted several months, then he was transferred to a better paying job near Savannah. Raina was very sorry to see Deke leave. She knew that she would always be a little bit in love with him; but she tried to look at the situation philosophically. Deke would never be anything but a laborer and she wanted more out of life and more out of the men she came in contact with.
Raina remembered fondly that Deke had kept his promise that day and taken her the following Saturday and bought her not one, not two, but three new dresses.
CHAPTER FIVE
After Deke, Raina dated a succession of young men from the county. She tired of them easily. Not one held a candle to Deke in the lovemaking department. When she was eighteen, Raina began dating the son of a wealthy family from the neighboring town of Cairo. The young man's name was Farrell Claibourne. He was in his early twenties and was generally considered a prize catch. Farrell was heir to his father's fabric mill. He had dropped out of college and spent most of his time at the local country club, lounging around the pool and playing tennis.
Raina met Farrell at a drive-in movie. She had gone with a young man she couldn't stand, but she had been dating him to keep from staying home. The young man, whose name was Charlie Bowman, had gotten progressively drunk during the movie on boilermakers and had tried to make love to Raina. Raina left the car, saying that she was going to the refreshment stand to get a Coke. She really was thinking of going to the highway and hitching a ride back to town, anything to get away from her boorish date.
It was July and the night was as sticky as flypaper. Raina decided to stop by the refreshment stand before trying to hitch a ride. In the future she decided to stay at home rather than spend her time with people who didn't count. No point going out with these local yokels, she reasoned with herself. They don't give you anything but a hard-on and a hard time.
She entered the cement block building. It was refreshingly air-conditioned and Raina stood for a few moments in the path of the cool air, letting it dry her damp flesh. She was wearing a bright yellow summer dress, one that Deke had bought her, and she wasn't wearing any underwear. She never wore a bra and her date had managed to pull her panties off her. They were still in the car, but she had no intention of going back to retrieve them.
While she was cooling off, she felt someone staring at her. Leaning against the counter was a young man who was grinning at her with a dazzling white smile. He had short, dark red hair and there was a light spattering of freckles over his well-tanned, handsome face. He was wearing a pair of sneakers, tennis shorts, and a navy blue sportshirt with a tiny alligator on it. He looked as if he had more class and intelligence than most of the young men Raina came into contact with. She walked to the counter and waited her turn in line behind him.
"Are you enjoying the movie?" he asked.
"Not really. I've been wrestling with my date all evening."
"I don't have a date," he said, pouting slightly. "I drove straight here from a tennis match. As I was passing by, I noticed what was playing. I didn't catch this film the first time around and I wanted to see it."
"So you're all alone?" asked Raina.
"Uh-huh," the boy replied. "All alone."
"I was planning on having myself a coke and then going to the highway to try and hitch a ride into town. I can't put up with him anymore."
"Why not come back and finish the movie with me? I promise I'll behave myself and later I can drive you home."
"I'd like that," said Raina.
After introductions, Farrell paid for Raina's coke. They walked to the opposite side of the drive-in and got into Farrell's Fleetwood convertible.
"I love your car."
"Thank you. It was a birthday present from my family," Raina was impressed by the young man's manners and he was obviously well-to-do. She could tell by the way he was looking at her that he wanted to make love, but she decided to take her mother's advice and fend him off for a while.
"Where do you live, Raina?"
"I live with my mother near the Ochlockoriee River. It's just a little bitty shack, but we like it."
"I've seen it. It's the remains of the old Crawford plantation. I had no idea that anyone lived there."
"Well, we do," replied Raina without a trace of embarrassment.
Raina stayed close to the passenger door of the car and when Farrell dropped his hand on her knee, she blithely picked it up and put it in his lap.
"I just got out of one unpleasant situation," she said. "I don't want to get into another."
"I apologize."
"Don't think that just because I'm accepting a ride home with you that I'm going to bestow my favors upon you. Why, I hardly know you, Farrell Claibourne."
Farrell was amused. Raina was a paradox to him. She was charmingly odd in her own way. He was very attracted to her and determined to see her again. But he was also disappointed. He wasn't used to girls saying no.
After the film was over, Farrell drove Raina to an outdoor restaurant and bought her a snack. He liked the way she looked and the way she spoke. Her dialogue was punctuated with antiquated phrases as was her mother's. As he drove her back to the shack, he asked if he could see her again.
"Well, of course, Farrell."
"Tomorrow night?"
Not wanting to appear too anxious, Raina lied and said she had a date for the following evening. "How about Saturday?" she said. "I'm afraid I'm booked up until then."
"Well, I was supposed to have a date for the country club dance, but I guess I can get out of it. Can I call you?"
"We don't have a phone."
"I'll pick you up here at eight o'clock. We'll have dinner and go dancing somewhere."
"That sounds lovely."
Raina allowed him to kiss her on the cheek. Then she rushed inside to tell her mother about her good luck. Vivian was excited and impressed.
"You see, honey, you never can tell What can happen. You went out with that dreadful Charlie what's his name and you came back with Prince Charming. Why, honey, his family's got more money than God. You play it for all it's worth. Raina, don't let him get to first base until you steal second. Where's he takin' you Saturday night?"
"He mentioned dinner and dancing."
"We've got to get you some nice, new clothes. Meet me on my break tomorrow and we'll go over to Monkey Wards and find you somethin' pretty. Not too low-cut, you know. Demure and innocent, that's the type they go for."
When Raina went to bed that night, she thought about Farrell. She liked him, but she wasn't attracted to him. He was too young, too boyish. She couldn't imagine herself going to bed with him. She closed her eyes tightly and thought of Deke d'Addio. The image of him, hovering over her, fucking her with his thick prick, excited Raina. She pulled off her nightgown and began fingering the lips of her cunt. She knew that she had to have release. She poked her fingers inside her damp vagina and began massaging her clitoris. But it wasn't the same as Deke. If only she had something that she could use as a substitute for Deke's big cock.
Suddenly she remembered the corn on the cob they'd had for dinner. There was one ear left over. She crept into the kitchen, opened the door to the icebox, and took out the cold ear of corn. It was large, as large as Deke's cock. She carried it into her bedroom, lay back down on her bed, and began stroking her cuntal lips with the tip. She worked it inside her cunt and then pushed. The full length of the ear of corn entered the tunnel of her cunt, filling it completely. Raina began plunging it in and out, murmuring Deke's name, trying to let the ear of corn and her imagination take the place of a lover who was no longer there. Her body began to tremble and her juices began to flow. She pushed the ear of corn more furiously and some of the kernels broke, mixing the sweet cream of the corn with that of her own. Raina, sexually relieved, rolled over in bed. She threw the ear of corn out the window and fell asleep.
The next day Raina met her mother at two-thirty and they went to Montgomery Wards' department store.
"I think you oughta get somethin' in white, honey, since you got such a good tan. Besides, white is for purity. And as far as that Farrell knows, that's what you are."
They selected a white eyelet cotton dress with a scoop neck and a full skirt. Then they purchased a white straw purse and shoes to match.
When Saturday arrived, Raina took extra care in her preparations. Her mother approved. "You look just like a fairy tale princess," she bubbled.
"But, Mama, I know he's going to try something again. What should I do?"
"Just keep politely sayin' no. Let him get a feel or two. You don't want to give in too quick, honey. Wait till he's really pantin', then go to it and pull out all the stops. You'll have him wrapped up and tied in a bow in no time. Wouldn't it be a great thing if you married him?"
"You're rushin' things a little. I don't even know him yet."
"What is there to know? Men are men. And they can't get along without us. That's all there is to that. Knowin' is knowin' when to give in, not a minute too soon or a minute too late. Now go on out and wait for him on the porch. I don't want you bringin' him in here. The place is such a mess. Sit on the swing between the two white columns. That'll make a pretty picture when he turns down the driveway."
Raina kissed her mother and went out to sit on the swing. She folded her hands demurely in her lap and waited. She hoped that he hadn't forgotten about their date. About ten minutes past eight Farrell came barreling down the drive in his Fleetwood. He honked the horn happily when he saw her.
"Hey, you look terrific," he said. "I made reservations at the Steak Pit near Hartsfield. It's only about twenty miles from here. Is that all right?"
"It sounds lovely," replied Raina in her best lady-like fashion.
During the entire ride Farrell talked of nothing but his family's money and his tennis matches. Raina decided that perhaps he was going to turn out to be very boring.
When they reached the restaurant, Farrell was greeted warmly by the maitre d' and they were shown to a table in the center of the dining room. When the waiter came to take their orders, Raina, on Vivian's advice, asked for a Tom Collins. Farrell had a Southern Comfort on the rocks.
During dinner Farrell continued talking about tennis. Finally Raina, exasperated, said, "Farrell, I haven't the slightest idea what you've been talking about. I don't play tennis."
"You don't?" he asked incredulously. "We'll have to rectify that. I'll take you up to the country club and teach you."
He switched the conversation about her and asked Raina about her family. Raina lied and said that her father had been killed during the Korean War and that since he hadn't made a will, her mother and she had been reduced to poverty. Her mother worked in a diner to support the two of them and they lived a quiet life together, hoping that some day the estate would be settled and her mother would be given her due. Raina's story was made up from a patchwork of movies she had seen, but Farrell swallowed it hook, line, and sinker.
After dinner they drove to a roadhouse and danced till nearly twelve. Farrell held Raina closely and moved her smoothly around the floor. Several times she had to break away from him when she felt him start to get an erection and press it against her thighs.
"You're a very naughty boy," she admonished him coyly.
Farrell tried to talk Raina into going to a motel with him, .but she turned him down, saying that she was "not that kind of girl." He was angry when he dropped her off and didn't ask her for another date. Raina was upset, but Vivian assured her that he would be back.
Farrell came back for more and kept coming back. He was fascinated by Raina, intoxicated by her beauty and overwhelmed by his sexual desire for her. After several weeks of intense frustration, he asked her to go steady and decided it was time to take her to meet his family. Raina was nervous, but Vivian assured her that she was enough of a lady to carry it off. She dressed once again in her white outfit and Farrell took her to his family's house, a great Georgian manor on the crest of a hill. He had been telling his family about Raina. Their initial reaction was that she was nothing more than a gold-digger after their son's money.
"Wait till you meet her," he argued. "You'll change your mind."
The evening was a disaster. Not only did Farrell's parents dislike Raina, they saw through her immediately. They were polite and coldly pleasant, but the next day they informed Farrell that they wanted him to stop seeing Raina. Farrell was heartbroken, but he was determined to continue his relationship with Raina. Although he didn't tell Raina about his family's opinion, she surmised it and discussed the situation with her mother. They both decided it was time to take Farrell to bed.
Several days later Farrell met Raina and, as usual, they had dinner and went dancing. On the dance floor Raina pressed her curvaceous body against his and rubbed her thighs against his erection. She kissed him gently on the nape of the neck and that said that she would accompany him to a motel. Raina was determined to make the most of her opportunity. She got a quarter from Farrell, put it in the pay radio, and switched it to a romantic station. Then she turned the lights down low and while he sat transfixed on the bed, she slowly began to get undressed. She moved about the room with the grace of an exotic dancer as she divested herself of her clothing. She stood in front of Farrell and took his hands in hers. They were trembling. She guided them to her full breasts. He cupped them in his hands and squeezed the smooth flesh. Farrell stood up and started to get undressed.
"Let me," she said seductively and helped him off with his seersucker jacket.
Then she began to unbutton his shirt, kissing each inch of exposed chest as she did. She pulled the shirt out of his pants and started to unbuckle his belt. Then she unzipped his fly and pulled his pants down to the floor. Farrell stepped out of them and kicked them off along with his loafers. His cock was sticking straight out in his underpants. Farrell slid his hands under the waistband and pushed them down. Raina was disappointed that he was not as large as Deke. His cock was only average sized but it was well shaped.
"Why don't you get two glasses from the bathroom," she suggested, "and let's have a drink from your flask."
"All right," said Farrell. His voice was trembling.
When he went into the bathroom, Raina hurriedly took a razor blade wrapped in tissue paper out of her purse. It was all a part of her and her mother's plan. She slipped it under the pillow and lay down on the bed. Farrell returned to the room and mixed two glasses of Southern Comfort on the rocks. Raina remembered Vivian saying, "If he's as hot for you as you say he is, he'll never slow down long enough to notice whether you're a virgin or not. But you take this razor blade and do what I tell you."
Farrell's lovemaking was clumsy and inept, particularly compared to Deke's. But Raina forced herself to be aroused by him. His cock slid into her cunt easily. He arched his back and began pumping at her furiously. He bent his head low to suck one of her nipples into his mouth.
Raina hoped that she was going to be convincing. Farrell slammed his cock into her with brutal force. It pushed her deep into the soft mattress. She cried out "in pain" and bit her lower lip. Farrell looked at her for a moment, puzzled.
"It's over now, darling," she said. "You can begin again."
Several more thrusts and Farrell was groaning in ecstasy, gushing his hot sperm deep inside of her. Raina hadn't come because he had reached orgasm too soon. He kissed her lightly on the lips, pulled his cock out of her, and lay back on the bed with his eyes closed, catching his breath. Raina slipped the razor blade from underneath the pillow and gashed the end of one of her fingers. She dropped the razor blade behind the bed and rubbed her bleeding finger over her come-filled cunt. Satisfied that there was enough blood on the lips of her pussy, she wrapped the stray piece of toilet paper around the end of her finger and balled up her fist to hide it.
"Darling," she crooned, "would you mind getting me a towel?"
Farrell looked up.
"I guess I'm bleeding," said Raina quietly.
He looked down at the blonde triangle of hair between her legs and saw the smear of blood.
"But I thought..." he said.
"Oh, you didn't hurt me," she cooed. "It only hurt for a second, then it was all over."
Farrell got out of bed, went to the bathroom, ran cold water over a hand towel, and brought it back to her. Raina daintily daubed the blood from her pussy and excused herself to go into the bathroom. Then she ran cold water over her finger until the bleeding stopped. She didn't douche.
"I wish I'd thought to bring a band-aid," she said, smiling at her reflection in the mirror.
Once she came out, Farrell was very tender with her, thinking that he had taken her virginity. Raina couldn't keep from smiling. Vivian had been right. She always was where men were concerned.
After that night in the motel, Farrell's desire for Raina increased. He slipped away from his family to see her every chance he could get. They spent many hours in the Starlight Motel, making love. Eventually Farrell's lovemaking became better due to familiarity and practice, but still he couldn't replace Deke in Raina's mind or body. Rarely did he bring Raina to orgasm. She continued not douching after sex, hoping that the inevitable result would happen and it did. She missed her period.
Vivian took Raina to the doctor. Tests were run and Raina was pronounced pregnant. Later that afternoon Vivian and Raina dressed in their best and went to visit Farrell's father at the mill he owned. They were received in his office with open hostility.
"What's this all about, Mrs. Boley? I'm a busy man. I don't have time for..."
"I think you'd better sit down, Mr. Claibourne," said Vivian sharply. "Raina has somethin' to tell you."
Raina, carefully coached by her mother, broke into tears and told Mr. Claibourne how his son had robbed her of her innocence and that he had been the cause of her pregnancy.
"I don't believe it. White trash like you? It could have been any number of young men."
"How dare you speak to my daughter like that?" said Vivian rising. "Speak to your son about it. We'll be waiting to hear from you before consultin' our lawyers."
That evening Mr. Claibourne questioned his son and Farrell confessed that he had indeed taken Raina's virginity and that he had been seeing her every night since it had happened.
"I won't allow you to marry that low-class girl," Mr. Claibourne bellowed. "I'll cut off your inheritance first,"
Farrell loved Raina in his own way, but he loved his way of life even more. "What can we do about it, Father?"
"I'll take care of it, son. But you've got to promise me never to see her again. Or I mean what I say, you'll be turned out of the house, and you'll never see a cent from the mill."
Farrell agreed to keep away from Raina.
The next day Vivian and Raina received a hand-delivered message from Mr. Claibourne, asking them to meet with him at his lawyer's office. The lawyer was very quick and to the point. He informed the two women that Claibourne had no intention of letting his son be forced into marriage. Mr. Claibourne calmly offered to pay for the price of an abortion and offered Raina and her mother five thousand dollars to "forget about the whole thing."
"But what about Farrell?" wailed Raina.
"He doesn't intend to ever see you again-isn't that clear?"
Raina and her mother consulted with one another in the outer hall. Vivian came back in and said that they had decided that Raina would have an abortion and no charges would be pressed, but not for five thousand dollars. For ten. The four people bickered the rest of the afternoon. The result was that Raina got her abortion and convalescence paid for by Mr. Claibourne, and she received a sum of eight thousand dollars upon signing a paper stating that Farrell Claibourne was in no way responsible to her.
Raina checked into the hospital over the weekend. She was in a private air-conditioned room on the fifth floor. The abortion went smoothly and without complications. By the following Monday Raina was free of the oncoming child and eight thousand dollars richer.
Her mother reasoned with her. "You know, honey, there's no reason for you to be hangin' around this old burg. You oughta take the money and go someplace else, a big city like Savannah. Set yourself up in a little apartment and move around in the right circles so that you can meet some men with money. You'll never meet anybody worthwhile around Moultrie."
Raina decided to take her mother's advice. At the age of eighteen they boarded a Trailways bus for Savannah. Vivian had taken a week off to help her daughter to get settled in an apartment and so that the two of them could have a small vacation together.
They found Raina a small, inexpensive apartment on Peach Street and spent the week enjoying the sights of a large city. They treated themselves to dinner every night, occasionally going to a movie or a nightclub. Vivian was disappointed that she hadn't met a man who might offer to keep her in Savannah and at the end of the week she reluctantly returned to Moultrie.
Raina opened a bank account and began looking for work. The first week was discouraging. She wasn't trained to do anything except please men. She was desperately afraid of ending up broke. Then one day she answered an ad which a photographer had placed. He was looking for a model.
When Raina arrived at the photographer's studio, he had already hired a girl who had been sent by a modeling agency. But he was so taken by Raina's looks that he called the agency and cancelled the girl.
"Some of the work will require partial nudity," he explained.
"That doesn't matter," replied Raina. "I'm proud of my body. As long as it's not pornography..."
"Not quite," the photographer smiled. "It's a lot of calendar work."
"You mean like those pictures you see around the gas stations?"
"Exactly."
Raina was pleased. The thought of being a pinup girl, even in service stations, intrigued her.
The photographer's name was Oliver Benson and he hired Raina not only because of her physical beauty, but also because of his own sexual interest in her.
Raina arrived at work the next morning at nine-thirty. She was excited about starting her career. She didn't realize that Benson was a second-rate photographer for third-rate clients. When she reached the studio, Benson had a pot of coffee brewing and offered her a cup.
"What are we going to be doing this morning, Mr. Benson?"
"Please call me Oliver .if you don't mind my calling you Raina?"
"Not at all."
"This morning we'll be doing a series of shots of you lying on a red velvet throw. It'll be sort of a rip-off of the Marilyn Monroe calendar."
"Will I be completely exposed?" she asked.
"Not completely."
After coffee Raina got undressed in the adjoining bathroom. When she came out, Benson had already set up his camera for an overhead shot, The large piece of red velvet material was spread out in the center of the floor. Raina was a little self-conscious as she walked into the room wearing nothing but her high heels.
Benson stared at her body for a moment and started to get an erection. She was so fresh, un-like most of the burned-out models he was used to photographing.
Raina looked up at him and smiled. "Well, how do I look?"
"Just beautiful."
If Raina had stopped to think about it, she was attracted to Benson. In a way, he reminded her of Deke. He was stocky and his body was heavily corded with muscle. His hair, although straight, was black and he sported a well-trimmed Van Dyke beard. Raina noticed the bulge in his tight, wheat-colored jeans and quickly looked away.
"Do you want me to lie down here, Oliver?"
"Yes. Lie down on your right side. Put one knee up in the air as if you were a drum majorette strutting down Main Street."
He took off his shoes, crawled on the red velvet, and began arranging her ash blonde hair so that it would spill across the material. As he knelt down, his knees touched her bare buttocks and his balls started aching. He carefully curled the tips of her hair around his finger and placed it against the background. He moved her arms into position and straightened up her right leg. Then he climbed up the ladder and looked at the picture through the lens of the camera.
"Almost perfect. Stretch out the fingers of your hand. Spread them out. That's it. It's sexier that way. Lift your knee a little higher. Higher! No, that's too much. Back a bit. Now, can you hold your breath for a few minutes?"
Once he began taking the photographs, Benson forgot about his own sexual desire. He photographed Raina in many positions on the red velvet during the morning. By lunch time Raina was as relaxed about being nude in front of the photographer as if they had known each other all their lives. He ordered lunch delivered from a local delicatessen, and over lunch he told Raina, "You know, there's a lot of good money to be made in spread shots. And you wouldn't have to show your face."
"Just what are spread shots?"
"Shots of your pussy wide open. Close-up things. I sometimes do that sort of work. It pays real well. And, like I said, they don't have to see your face."
"How much does it pay?"
"Fifty dollars a session. It's either all morning or all afternoon. Sometimes you're required to do a few kinky things. You know, stuff a banana in it or finger yourself or spread the lips of your vagina apart and so forth. What do you think?"
"As long as it would be between the two of us and nobody would have to know, I guess it would be all right."
That afternoon Benson arranged Raina on a black background. The first shot was her wearing high heels, squatting, with her legs spread apart and the camera focused on the center of her cunt. Benson could barely keep from salivating as he shot her pussy in different positions.
"Spread your pussy wide. Wider. No, let me show you how."
His fingers touched the lips of her warm cunt. He knew he couldn't stop himself. He opened his mouth and completely covered her cunt with his mouth. Raina lay back on the black satin and threw her legs apart, allowing him access to her cunt. She slid her hands under her buttocks and pushed her cunt up against his face. He dipped his tongue in as far as it would go, lathing the soft vaginal passages. Then he attacked her clitoris, licking it with the tip of his tongue and pausing to bite and chew it until it grew fully erect.
"I've wanted to eat your snatch since you walked in here," he breathed and lowered-his head once again to her sweet, secreting slit.
As he sucked her, he fumbled with the zipper of his pants and managed to wiggle out of them. He ripped away his shirt, tearing several buttons, and slipped out of his sandals. His body was hard and muscular and there was a thin patch of black hair running down the middle of his back to the crevice of his ass, which reminded Raina of Deke. Benson stood up, clasped his cock and balls, and waved them at her proudly. His cock was quite large, very thick and uncircumcised, just as Deke's had been.
Raina got to her knees and opened her mouth. She wrapped her elastic lips around his cockhead, forcing the foreskin back. His thick cock slowly disappeared into her mouth. Raina opened her eyes and blinked them at him. He slid his hands behind her head and pushed his cock down her throat until his balls touched her chin. As she moved her head back, her tongue slipped out and circled the head of his cock and lingeringly explored the tiny slit. Then she ran her tongue up and down the shaft, sucking the flesh and biting it gently. Lifting his heavy balls, she began licking them. Benson put his hands on his hips and watched her do her work.
She's fantastic, he thought to himself. If only I could get her to make fuck films, we could make a mint.
"I'm going to fuck you in the mouth," he muttered. "Fuck your mouth like it was a cunt." He began bucking his hips forward, jamming his cock through her wet lips.
"That's it, baby. Give me good suck. Eat that cock. Make love to it. Then I'm gonna give you something hot and juicy. I'm gonna shoot my load down your throat."
Raina moved her hands around to the crevice of his ass and fondled the patch of hair above his buttocks. She slid her fingers between his buttocks and began fingering his ass-hole as he fucked her in the mouth.
"Slip your finger in there, baby. Finger-fuck my ass while I'm fucking you in the mouth with my cock."
Raina opened her mouth as wide as she could and re-angled her head so that the tip of his cock glided easily down her throat. She slid her free hand down to her own breasts and began pinching her nipples, sending little tremors of delight through her body as she sucked the photographer's cock. Benson stood on his tiptoes and his legs began to shake like a tuning fork.
"Keep going, baby," he said. "KEEP GOING!"
Raina kept going and soon her mouth was filled with a warm, thick liquid. It filled the cavern of her mouth and she began to swallow slowly, savoring the taste of his semen. When he finished coming, she moved her mouth back and forth over his cock, sucking and squeezing out every last drop. Benson lay down on the black satin, panting hard.
"Give me a minute, sweetheart. I'll get it up again. This time I want to put it into your cunt."
He nestled his head on her stomach and languidly toyed with the hairs of her damp cunt with the tip of his tongue. The fragrant odor of her femininity and the feel of her soft body so close to his caused him to get aroused once again. He lapped her cunt several times until he was fully erect. Then he turned her over on her stomach.
"I want to fuck you dog-style," he said. "I want to fuck you right across this floor."
Raina got down on her elbows, reached between her legs and grabbed his spongy cock. She rubbed the head of it over her quivering slit and opened up to receive him. Benson dug his fingers into her hips and pushed forward, working his cock into the warm confines of her cunt.
"Oh, baby. It feels even better than your mouth," he groaned.
He started his rhythm slowly, wanting to enjoy the fucking. He hadn't been with such a beautiful girl in years. He eased his thick cock in and out of her cunt. With each stroke it became coated with her vaginal juices. He couldn't resist any longer. He put his hand down between her legs, rubbed his fingertips over his wet cockshaft, and then licked them.
"M-m-m-m, baby. You taste sweet."
As soon as he tasted her secretions, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back. He dug his fingers into her buttocks and began hunching his cock into her like a hound in heat. Raina pushed her cunt back against him. As he bore down on her, he forced his cock deeper into her cunt. Suddenly Raina felt a great, roaring rush of passion and she began to climax. It had been the first time she'd reached orgasm with a man in a long time. She pushed her cunt back against him, reached through his legs, and squeezed his balls. Benson began to bellow like an animal caught in a trap. Suddenly she felt his warm, sticky juices flow into her. It was much too much. She had been without a good man for too long. She spread herself out flat and he collapsed on top of her. His cock slid out of her cunt.
"Baby, you were fantastic," said the photographer, covering the smooth skin of her back with kisses. "You and me are gonna have something good going for a long time."
Benson and Raina became lovers, but there were two things she wouldn't do which he wanted: she wouldn't move in with him, and she wouldn't perform in pornographic films. Benson used her in practically every photographic assignment that came along and he gave her more money than any other model. He took her out to dinner nearly every night and Raina was able to save half of the money she 'earned.
After several months Raina began to tire of both Benson and Savannah. She wanted to move on to a larger city and to more successful men. Each night when she went back to her apartment she would study the map, trying to decide her destiny.
Raina had met another model, older than herself, who told her there were lots of opportunities for models in Baltimore. And when the girl decided that she was going to move, she asked Raina if she would like to go along and Raina said yes.
CHAPTER SIX
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. Mmmmmm. 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 fiancee, 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."
CHAPTER SEVEN
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 ass-hole. Raina writhed in delight as he slid his tongue down and then circled the ass-hole 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."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Raina knew that the reporters would be calling but she didn't want to talk to them, not just yet. She was indecisive as to what her next move would be. After all, Michael still wanted her. Perhaps he would have a change of heart about severing their relationship. When they phoned she told Marie to tell them that she was resting and would get in touch with them later. After all, she needn't be in a hurry. The tapes were in a safe place and they were her future.
Raina got undressed and lay down on the round bed which had become so much a part of her life with Chambers. She thought of the times they'd spent together and the times she'd spent with other men at his request. She felt used. And if Chambers dropped her, what was going to become of her? She wandered into the kitchen and made a stiff drink. She sat down at the table and began to feel sorry for herself. A copy of the Washington Herald left by Marie was lying on the table. Staring up at her was a picture of Chambers and his bride-to-be taken on a yacht. Raina mentally compared herself to Penny Phillips. She had to admit that she was attractive in a quiet way. She had a look which only women of expensive breeding had. It was a certain complacency. She looked completely at ease with the world.
Raina finished the drink and made another one. She wandered from room to room turning on all the lights and touching the expensive furniture.
Suddenly she felt incredibly lonely and sat down in the plush sofa and began to cry. "Goddamn him anyway!" she sobbed bitterly.
"Why couldn't he have married me?" Raina cried herself out and her tensions were released. She got up from the sofa with a new determination. She would make those tapes pay. She wasn't going to end up a nobody. Somehow, some way she would make her own future. She remembered Scarlett O'Hara's line and said drunkenly: "I'll never go hungry again".
She lifted her glass in a toast to herself and lurched toward the bedroom. From the maid's room she could hear Marie's television set. She had a sudden urge to go in and talk to her. She wanted to talk to someone, anyone. She started to knock on her maid's door and realized she wasn't dressed.
"To hell with it. What do I want to spend my time talking to that dumb darkie?"
She picked up the bottle of bourbon and staggered into her bedroom. She turned off the phone, lay down on the bed, and drank herself to sleep.
Raina woke the next, morning with a hangover. She opened the door to her bedroom and yelled for Marie to bring her a large breakfast and a pot of coffee. Then she staggered into the bathroom to brush her teeth and take two aspirins. A short time later Marie brought her breakfast on a tray.
"I thought you might want to see the morning papers, Miz Raina," Marie said sarcastically. "Why? What's in it?"
"Just another picture of the Congressman and his wife-to-be. You going to the reception, Miz Raina?"
Raina grabbed the newspaper. The center of the front page were portraits of Michael Chambers and Penny Phillips and a story about the reception that was going to be held that afternoon at Liz Fredericks' townhouse.
"I didn't know it was going to be there," she said aloud.
"That mean you goin', Miz Raina?" Marie grinned mischievously.
"Why, of course I'm going, you ninny. Now go on, get out of here and let me eat my breakfast in peace."
Marie sauntered out of the room, still giggling to herself. Raina angrily hurled the newspaper against the wall. She poured herself a cup of black coffee and dunked a piece of toast in it.
"There's no reason why I can't go," she reasoned to herself. "I've met Liz. They wouldn't dare turn me away."
She hurriedly finished her breakfast and then rushed to the closet to select a dress for the occasion.
"I've got to wear something startling. Something that will make that mealy-mouthed bitch look as dull as dishwater."
The thought of attending the reception excited Raina. She forgot about her hangover and began dragging dresses out of the closet and flinging them across the bed. She decided on a beige chiffon dress with a low neckline and large puffy sleeves. With it she would wear a broad straw hat and matching straw shoes. After showering and drying her hair, Raina began to get dressed. She made herself a drink to fortify her courage and decided after putting on the beige dress that she would wear it without a bra. She pulled the dress back over her head, took off her bra, and then put the dress back on.
"That feels better. I can't stand bras anyway."
Her shapely breasts pushed against the thin fabric of the material and her nipples were clearly outlined.
At two o'clock she phoned the doorman for a cab and she arrived at Liz Frederick's townhouse at half past. The butler, who recognized Raina from a previous party, let her in. The townhouse was filled with dignitaries and prominent Washingtonians. Raina milled among the group, searching for Chambers and his bride. She found them in the garden surrounded by a band of well-wishers.
Penny was the first to spot Raina. She was stricken when she saw the beautiful blonde standing in the French doors sipping a glass of champagne. She tugged at Chambers' sleeve and whispered, "What is she doing here?"
Chambers looked in the direction Penny was staring. "Jesus Christ!" he muttered under his breath.
"Michael, you promised..."
"I told you," he said as quietly as possible, "that I got rid of her."
"Then what is she doing here?" The young woman looked as if she were going to burst into tears.
"I'll be right back."
Chambers excused himself and walked quickly to where Raina was standing.
"Michael darling," Raina said effusively. "What a lovely day for your reception."
The congressman grabbed her arm and roughly guided her back through the doors into the library. Liz Fredericks, who had been observing the scene with something akin to shock, rushed into the library after them.
She stared at Raina icily and said to Chambers, "I don't know how she was allowed in."
"Why, Liz, is that any way to greet an old friend?"
"You were never an old friend of mine, you tramp. Michael, get her out of here. I don't want the reception ruined."
Raina sat down on a velvet chaise lounge. "I'm not going anywhere," she said. "I have as much right to be here as anyone."
"Liz, see if you can get rid of those people over there in the corner, and I'll get rid of Raina."
The hostess glided across the floor and gathered up the rest of the people in the library and escorted them out, using the excuse that she wanted to introduce them to somebody.
Michael closed the door and locked it. "Are you out of you? mind?" he snarled.
"Michael sweetie, I thought you'd be glad to see me after last night."
"Do you want to ruin everything?"
"Why not?" she said bitterly. "You've ruined everything for me."
"I gave you five thousand dollars. What more do you want? More money?"
"No. I don't want more money. I want insurance for my future."
"That's not my problem anymore."
"What do you mean that's not your problem. You got me used to luxury. I can't go back to living the way I did before."
"Then why don't you hook?" he said savagely. "That's all you're good for anyway."
Raina shot out of the chair and slapped him hard across the face. He returned her blow twice, striking her hard on each cheek. Raina began to cry. Chambers walked quickly to the door. In the foyer he found two Secret Service men and explained that he wanted Raina escorted out of the party.
Maryann Crane saw Chambers talking to the Secret Service men. She found Jeff Wallace and they followed the men to the library. The men calmly explained to Raina that she would have to leave. She began screaming and cursing Chambers and they had to remove her physically from the townhouse. But not before Jeff Wallace got several photos of her struggling in their grip. Jeff saw Chambers approaching them with an angry expression on his face and they decided to leave before he demanded that they turn over the film.
Raina was standing in the driveway with her head bowed, not knowing what to do next. The reporters took her by the arm and said, "Come on. We'll take you somewhere for a drink."
Chambers watched them cross the street from the window of the town house, "She talks and I'll kill her," he muttered to himself.
Raina dried her eyes and had stopped crying by the time they had reached a bar. The three of them went inside and slipped into, a booth near the back of the room.
"Did you see what that son of a bitch did?" Raina complained. "He had me thrown out. I'll get even with him. I swear I will."
"Maybe now you'll feel like talking," suggested Jeff.
"You're damned right I do."
Raina talked and talked and after a few drinks, the reporters convinced her to go back to their newspaper office where they could introduce her to their editor, Beau Wilde. Raina went willingly, defiantly. She began to realize that once the story broke in the papers, she would be a national figure overnight. That pleased her.
The middle-aged editor was impressed when he met Raina, not only by her looks but also by her complete candor. Naturally, he was afraid of slander suits and wanted to hear the tapes before okaying any story for release. Over the next few days Raina worked with the reporters and the editor. They listened to the tapes, not without some embarrassment, checking the dates she'd kept in her dairies.
"It's like a Masters and Johnston's report," remarked Maryann to Jeff. "Still I can't help feeling a bit sorry for her. He was really getting his money's worth."
"You mean our money's worth," said Jeff. "He didn't pay for anything."
"Still, I feel she's been used."
"I don't agree. I think she knew exactly what she was doing."
"But look," said Maryann angrily. "The girl has a limited intelligence. She only has one thing to sell and that's herself."
"It sounds like you're making a women's lib issue out of this."
"I don't mean that. In any case, it's not our job to judge her moral standards or Congressman Chambers' either. God knows, enough hanky-panky goes on on Capitol Hill. What gets my dander up is that he paid her with public funds, not to mention the trips and everything else."
"There's a lot of that going on too."
"Then it's about time it's exposed." Raina became intoxicated by her own sense of importance. She contacted a literary agent and, without naming names, told him that she wanted to write a book about her exploits. The agent, Abel Myers, immediately got on the phone to New York and sold the prospective rights for Raina's book to Avalon Paperback Books. The book company, which had had enormous success printing purportedly true stories about an infamous hooker, assigned the young woman named Erica Jordan to help Raina write the book. Erica had also assisted the hooker on her "literary efforts."
Miss Jordan, the freelance writer for Avalon books, consulted with her editor the up-and-coming publisher Joseph Erwood. Erwood took over Avalon books when it was a failing concern. For years the previous editors had been publishing esoteric books which didn't make a dime. When Erwood took over he changed Avalon's policy, fired most of the editors and brought in his own people. His motto was: publish it if it sells. He kept his eye on public taste and was the first to cash in on the gossip novel. After his enormous success with the hooker series, Abel Meyer's proposal concerning Raina's book seemed like a natural, particularly if it was fact disguised as fiction. Erica Jordan had been free-lancing for Avalon for a number of years. She had tried to make it as a writer by turning out a series of lesbian novels, full of purple prose and suicides, but they never sold. Luckily Erica had a knack for rewriting. She could take the worst prose and turn it into a good breezy read.
Erica was an attractive woman. She was an admitted lesbian and always wore Chanel-type suits. Her hair was auburn and she recently had it styled into the popular wedge shape. Her skin was bright and clear and had a scrubbed look about it. Erica wore no makeup except for light lipstick and there was a light smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose.
The first day Erica was unenthusiastic about the project. She just spent the previous year rewriting five novels which had been ground out by the infamous hooker and she was tired of sex. That is, straight sex. Erwood was determined to have her take the assignment. Erica knew when she entered Erwood's office that he was going to talk her into the assignment. They had a good relationship. She respected the publisher for the way he had turned Avalon into one of the largest moneymakers of paperback books and for his non-sexist attitude toward women. Erwood offered Erica a drink from his extensive bar. He made them both Bloody Mary's and then sat down at his desk. He was a tall man and had steel gray hair which matched the frames on his tinted glasses.
"Now Erica. We both know what this meeting is about. I'm going to convince you to take the Raina Blaine assignment. I needn't point out to you it has the potential to be a best seller.
"But it still sounds like a piece of shit, boss."
"I'm sure it is," he replied, "but that's where you come in."
"Will I get billing on the book?"
"Of course. And forty per cent of the gross. Now that's an offer you can't refuse."
"I'm just fed up with all this sex garbage. After those last five books, I promised myself a vacation."
"If you do this one for me, I'll not only see you get a vacation, but I'll pay for it."
Erica's brown eyes brightened. "Anywhere I want to go? You might just be able to talk me into it. Tell me more about our Georgia Peach."
"Well, she's not too bright, but a real looker in the Marilyn Monroe vein. She's evidently the typical little girl from the wrong side of the tracks who had enough smarts to make it big with her body. According to my sources she's been on the payroll of one of the top men in Washington for over three years.
"Do you have any idea who?"
"No, she won't name names. But Myers has been hinting that a big scandal is going to break in Washington real soon. It will be the making of this book. This dame claims that she was paid through public funds to sleep with this guy and he's not the only one. She claims to have slept with half the men on Capitol Hill, sometimes for political purposes."
"How do you mean?"
"Whenever her lover, whoever he is, wanted get a bill passed, or some personal favors, he served up Miss Blaine on a silver platter, or I should say, in a round bed."
"Go on, you're fascinating me."
"Anyhow, Blaine kept a tape recorder under her bouncing bed and recorded some pretty hot stuff. This book will be an "only the names have changed" number."
"How much are you paying for the book?"
"Myers has me by the balls. We signed an open contract with limitations, of course. Initial payment was $10,000 bucks which isn't much money, but it inspired Miss Blaine to get to work. She's taping the fictitious version of her life right now."
"I hope I'll be able to understand her Southern dialect."
"Myers assured me that she speaks clearly. As I see it, the book's all there. The plot, the happenings. But Myers says that she can't even write an intelligent letter. That's where you come in."
"What's my first step?"
"Leave for Washington immediately. Talk to the girl. Listen to the tapes of her novelization. The only thing I urge is that since this scandal may break any day now, we want to publish the book on the crest of the wave. That would mean having it ready within a month."
"Wow, that's fast work!"
"That's why I called on you, Erica. You're the only person who can do it. Maybe you can even make a decent novel out of it."
"I'll need some money for expenses."
The publisher smiled and pulled open his desk drawer and handed her a check for $4,000.
"How's that as a start? By the way, my secretary has your plane ticket ready."
"What time do I leave?" laughed Erica.
"Three o'clock this afternoon."
"Okay, boss! Over and out. By the way, you don't have a picture of Miss Blaine, do you?"
"I have several." He handed her a manila envelope. Erica opened it and spread them out on his desk. There were a series of photographs Abel Myers had taken of Raina in poses as provocative as possible. "Very sexy."
"I thought you'd think so, Erica," replied the publisher. "Remember, business before pleasure."
Erica caught a cab in front of the Avalon publishing offices and went back to her small cooperative apartment which she had purchased from her profits on the hooker novels. Packing would be no problem. Erica always traveled light. She bought nothing but wash and wear clothes. As she put the key in her lock, she heard the familiar whimpering of her poodle, Jean Paul, named after Jean Paul Sartre. She petted the dog to calm him down.
Her roommate called out, "Erica, is that you?"
"No, Suzanne, it's the meter maid."
Suzanne Volpe swept into the foyer wearing a bikini. Her bronze skin was glistened with suntan oil.
"I've been painting on the terrace."
"I can see that. You look like a French fry."
Suzanne was a twenty-three year old girl of French descent. She had light brown hair streaked blonde and was very feminine. She was a painter and her colorful impressionistic canvasses of flower arrangements sold very well through the shop she was affiliated with. She and Erica had been lovers for nearly a year.
Suzanne kissed Erica on the lips and said, "Come out onto the terrace. I want to show you my latest. I'm doing geraniums."
"Geraniums? I thought it was sunflowers."
"That was yesterday."
Erica looked at the painting with admiration. "Very nice. Say, you're getting quite a tan from painting out here."
"I like it except occasionally the wind blows odd bits and soot and things which get stuck into the oil. That was a quick meeting with Erwood."
"I took the assignment. I've got to pack and be out of here and catch a plane at three o'clock."
Suzanne's face fell. "Oh, you told me you weren't going to."
"The offer was too good to refuse. Erwood said that if I took the assignment, he would pay for a vacation wherever I wanted to go. I figure if he's pleased with the book, he might pay for two, as long as we don't go to Tibet."
"How long, will you be gone?"
"I'm not sure."
"I'll miss you, but I have enough to keep myself" busy. I have to do seven more paintings for the show. Can I help you pack, Erica?"
"Sure, that would save time."
The two women went into the bedroom. Erica got down a suitcase from the closet and Suzanne began taking clothes off the hangers and folding them. She knew her lover very well and knew what she would want to take on the trip. It was past one when they finished. Erica slid her hand around Suzanne's oily waist and pulled the younger girl close.
"Do we have time?" asked Suzanne.
"We'll make time. I'll take a cab to LaGuardia and be there in a half hour."
Suzanne undid the halter to her bikini and dropped it on the bed. Her small but well-formed breasts, extremely white in contrast to the rest of her skin, bounced free. Erica leaned forward and began licking her lover's nipples. She worked her lips over each nipple in turn, biting them until they were hard.
Suzanne held on to Erica's head moaning. "Do you want me to take a shower?" she asked.
"No, I like you just as you are. Warm and greasy like a plate of French fries."
Erica got out of her clothes and Suzanne took off the bottom of her bikini. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs apart. Erica put her head between Suzanne's legs, spreading her young cunt lips apart and began licking her. Suzanne murmured with delight, as her lover's tongue tickled her clitoris.
"I want to do it to you too, Erica."
Erica swung her body around so that she was in a sixty-nine position over Suzanne and pressed her cunt against the girl's face. Suzanne began chewing lightly on her pubic hair. She pulled apart her cunt lips and began licking inside, tentatively, slowly at first. Then her tongue began working faster.
Erica spread Suzanne's legs further apart and continued to eat her lover's cunt. Both girls were sucking each other wildly, and their breasts were crushed against one another's stomachs. Erica inserted her finger into Suzanne's pussy and was playing with her clitoris as she lapped her vaginal folds, savoring the young girl's natural flavor, which was mixed with perspiration and suntan lotion. They rubbed their bodies together as they worked each other toward orgasm. The slick coating on Suzanne's flesh gave more friction to their rubbing. They sucked on each other's clitoris, groaning with the satisfaction they were giving one another. They began bouncing noisily up and down on the bed as they approached climax.
Suzanne was the first to come. Her legs shot straight out and her body became tense. She licked furiously at Erica's cunt and Erica caught up with her. They sucked the juices from each other's pussies and lay quietly facing one another, their faces shiny with saliva and cunt juice.
"I'm going to miss eating your cunt," Said Suzanne.
"I'll miss yours, too."
"I don't want to hear of you fooling around with that Washington call girl."
"She's straight, Suzanne."
"I've never met a call girl yet who didn't like to take a couple of laps around the labia."
"I think this one does it with only Senators and Congressmen. Oops, I better get going."
Erica rushed into the bathroom and took a quick shower. After she dried and got dressed, she found Suzanne was waiting for her by the door. Jean Paul was hopping up and down, barking.
Erica arrived at LaGuardia in plenty of time to catch the plane. After being seated in the first class section, she looked over the notes on Raina's book given to her by her publisher. Then she glanced up at the stewardess who was moving up and down the aisle, handing out magazines. Nice legs, she thought to herself and went back to the notes. She decided that the book could be hot stuff if it were promoted properly, but she wondered how much was truth and how much was fiction. She had heard a lot of rumors about the Washington merry-go-round. Some of the stories were extraordinary.
Erica began compiling a list of things she wanted to ask Raina. Before she knew it, they had landed at the airport. She collected her bags and took a cab directly to Raina's apartment.
Raina was on the telephone with her agent, Abel Myers. When Erica arrived, Abel was pressing Raina to find out when the reporters were going to let the story break.
"You know, Raina, I only got a small initial payment, but it's open. We can jack up the price sky-high if only the stories will come out."
"I don't know how long it will be Abel. Maryanne and Jeff are doing a lot of legwork, checking out as much as possible. I guess they don't want to get sued.
Marie knocked on the bedroom door and informed Raina that "Miz Jordan" had arrived.
"I have to go. Erica Jordan's here and I'm not dressed yet. Tell her I'll be with her in a minute, Marie. Talk to you later, Abel."
"Try to hurry up those reporters. It could mean real big money for all of us."
After hanging up, Raina put on fresh lipstick, combed her hair and slipped into a cotton caftan embroidered with an East Indian design. Erica was stunned when Raina walked into the living room.
After introducing herself, Erica couldn't help saying, "You're so much better looking than your photographs."
"Well, thank you. I didn't think the photographer did a very good job. The lighting was a little harsh, and I hadn't been sleeping well."
The two women talked for several hours about Raina's book. Erica made suggestions from time to time. Once or twice, Raina slipped and mentioned Chambers' name but quickly covered it up.
"My publisher feels it's important that we get this book done as quickly as possible."
"I brought my tape recorder with me. I haven't booked into a hotel yet, but I thought I could perhaps take the beginning tapes of your book and work there.
"Why stay at a hotel?" asked Raina. "There're two bedrooms in the apartment. The other one is hardly ever used and that way we could work steadily on the novel."
"Fine," replied Erica. "I'll take you up on it."
Raina asked Marie to make up the extra bedroom and gave her a list of things to get at the grocery store.
"I thought it would be easier if we ate in," Raina said to Erica. "I don't feel like going out anyway."
"That'll be fine with me. I'll share the kitchen duties."
"I'm not much of a cook," said Raina.
"Don't worry about it. I am."
They worked till nearly ten o'clock before taking a dinner break. It was Marie's night off. Erica made a tossed salad and broiled the steaks.
"I think we ought to have a little something to celebrate our collaboration," said Raina. She went to the closet which contained the liquors and wines and put a bottle of champagne into the freezer to chill. By the time the steaks were ready the champagne wasn't cold enough to drink, so Erica made her special vodka gimlets with a dash of triple sec.
During dinner, Raina asked, "I've been doing all the talking about my love life. How's yours?"
Erica looked at her and replied, "Mine's quite different from yours, Raina. I'm a lesbian."
Raina was nonplussed. "Maybe you're smart," she said. "Men never give you anything but a hard time and a hard-on."
"Have you ever had a lesbian experience, Raina?"
She shook her head. "No; Strangely enough, I've never even come close to it"
"You should try it sometime. It can be quite exciting. No one understands a woman's body like another woman. Does that make sense?"
"I think so."
By the time dinner was over the champagne was cooled properly.
"Do you feel like watching television, Erica?"
"Why not? A marvelous old film might relax us both."
They went into Raina's bedroom, sat on the bed and drank champagne and watched a 1930's vintage MGM spectacle on Raina's giant color screen. After two glasses of champagne Raina said:
"I'd like to call Vince. That's the guy that I see on the side, "but I decided not to see him for awhile."
"Why is that?"
"Well, this book business and all. I don't want to be linked with anybody." Raina stretched back on the bed. "He's a wonderful lover. You can't imagine."
Erica leaned across the bed until her cheek brushed against Raina's bare calf. Raina stiffened at the contact of flesh against flesh. Erica, who was also a trifle high, brushed her lips back and forth over Raina's leg.
"It feels good," Raina murmured thickly.
Erica pushed up the hem of the caftan until the material was well past Raina's thigh. She could just see a bit of her blond pubic hairs peeking out from under the folds of the material.
"I want to suck your cunt, Raina. I'll make it good for you. Better than any man."
"Go ahead," replied Raina softly. "Make me forget about Vince."
Erica pushed the caftan up to Raina's breasts. Raina pulled it over her head and threw it aside. Erica's hands caressed Raina's high full breasts. She pinched each nipple between her thumbs and forefingers. They became immediately erect. She ran her tongue over Raina's breasts and buried her face between them. Then Erica flattened out her tongue and moved down over Raina's soft stomach to her triangle of blonde pubic hair. She blew against her pussy mound.
Raina twitched her hips and moaned with ecstasy. "Oh! Oh!" she murmured.
Erica pressed her lips against the tender skin of her opening. She darted her tongue out and traced it along her cuntal lips. Raina shuddered and cried out in pleasure. Erica fingered the soft velvety skin of her pussy and began chewing lightly on the vaginal folds.
"It feels good," Raina said and began wiggling her middle.
She opened her eyes. Through an alcoholic haze she watched Erica work on her pussy. She didn't know when Erica had taken off her clothes, but she had. Strangely enough, it excited her to see herself in bed with another woman. Erica's body was slender and boyish. Raina reached down and ran her fingers through Erica's auburn hair as Erica stretched Raina's cunt lips open as far as she could, her fingers teased along her wet, juicy insides until Raina thought she was going to scream. Then she inserted her finger and rubbed the tip of it against her clitoris. She bent down, her mouth closed over Raina's cunt and her tongue began to lick wildly.
Raina's composure melted and she felt stabs of sheer pleasure that were so intense that she thought she was having a sexual dream. Erica got on her knees between Raina's legs and continued working on her with her probing tongue, expertly eating Raina's cunt, lapping up the juices and attacking her sensitive tissues.
"Oh yes," Raina cried out passionately. "YES, YES!"
She clamped her thighs around Erica's face and pushed her pussy up against her mouth. Erica worked hotly at her clitoris with her long tongue until Raina climaxed. Raina rolled from side to side, still holding Erica's head pinioned between her legs and crying out in sensual release. Erica continued lapping noisily at her cunt, sucking up the sweet flavor of orgasm. She licked it long after Raina stopped panting, and, using her fingers, brought herself to a climax. She jammed three fingers in and' out of her steaming hole until suddenly her fingertips were coated with her own juice.
Erica looked up at Raina and was disappointed to find that she had fallen asleep. She gathered up the champagne glasses and empty bottle and quietly went into her own room. The next morning, Raina acted as if nothing had happened. Erica wasn't sure whether she should be offended or not. Raina's manner was friendly and Erica decided that although she hadn't converted the beautiful young blond girl, she certainly hadn't disgusted her.
The next day, Erica met with Raina's agent, Abel Myers, and they discussed the format of Raina's book. Abel kept emphasizing the oncoming sex scandal and urged Erica to work as fast as possible. They decided to call the book, The Girl From Capitol Hill and feature a picture of Raina on the cover.
"But I don't like any of the photographs I've seen. I don't think they flatter Raina," Erica explained.
"That no problems. We can have more taken. I don't want her to look like a tired old hooker, either."
"Good. How about a shot of Raina in a red, white and blue bikini coming out of a mock-up of the dome of the Capitol."
"You mean like bursting out of a cake at a stag party?"
"Yeah, something like that. I think it would make a terrific cover."
While Abel and Erica were making plans for Raina's book, Jeff, Maryann and Beau were putting the final touches on their story. The two young reporters had worked very hard checking the pertinent facts and obtaining documented information. It was true that Raina was on Congressman Chambers' payroll and that he had footed the bills for the apartment as well as clothing and trips abroad. They also proved that none of the money was coming out of his own pocket, but were funds which the government had appropriated to his various committees.
Maryann put a call through to Raina to inform her that the story was going to break the next day.
"That's wonderful!" squealed Raina. "Are you using pictures of me?"
"Oh, we sure are."
Raina paused for a moment and asked, rather in a little girl voice, "Do you suppose this is going to make me a star?"
"I don't know, Raina, but it made a national figure out of that stripper."
After Raina hung up, she decided to take a nap. She was tired from the exhausting work and pressures. She curled up on her bed and wrapped her arms around her pillow, imagining it was full of one-hundred dollar bills.
CHAPTER NINE
The headline read, CONGRESSMAN CHAMBERS ACCUSED OF SEX PAYOFF with a subheadline: Party Girl Names Chambers as Boss in Bed.
The story was accompanied with a picture of Michael Chambers, one of Raina showing off her cleavage and a shot of Raina being thrown out of the reception.
The Washington Herald had scooped every other paper in America and the members of the press were anxious to get more details. Maryann Crane, Jeff Wallace and Beau Wilde arrived at their office at nine-thirty. Their phones had been ringing since the paper hit the streets. Beau Wilde entered his office and even though his phone was ringing like an angry alarm clock, he took the time to pour himself a cup of coffee before answering it.
"This is Congressman Chambers," said the irate voice. "Is this you, Wilde?"
"Wilde here."
"What in the hell do you mean publishing such a story! I'll sue your paper for everything it's worth!"
"Congressman," Wilde replied wearily, "We have checked and rechecked Miss Blaine's story."
"I haven't seen Miss Blaine since she was fired from my office for being an incompetent secretary. This is a ream job."
"And you claim you haven't seen her since?"
"No."
"Isn't it true that you have Miss Blaine on your staff at fifteen thousand dollars a year solely for the purpose of serving as your mistress?"
"Jesus Christ!" Chambers exploded. "I'm a happily married man. Are you implying that I'm using staff funds to pay this tramp for having sex with me?"
"No, we're not implying it, Congressman. We're saying it outright."
Chambers slammed down the receiver and turned to his wife, who had been standing at his side.
"Penny, I'm in a hell of a mess."
"Why did you deny it so vehemently, Michael?" she said coolly. "You're only going to have to retract it later."
"What else could I do but deny it? Just because that cunt shoots off her mouth doesn't mean they can prove anything."
"Michael, I can't stand it when you use language like that. I don't know what Daddy's going to say about this. I told you to get rid of that girl a long time ago. When she showed up at the reception, it was too much."
The young woman paced across the floor. "I suppose this means we're going to have to cancel our honeymoon plans."
"I can't leave town now," said the Congressman. "That would be a sure admission of guilt."
"I don't know why you don't just admit it now, rather than retract your statements later."
The Congressman turned on his new wife. "I expected you to be more sympathetic."
"Why? I know and you know that you were sleeping with her at the same time you were seeing me. I'm surprised you didn't ask her to marry you!"
Maybe I should have, the Congressman thought to himself.
Beau Wilde called his ace reporters inside.
"Guess who I just had on the phone?"
"I can tell by your tone that it wasn't Jerry Ford," said Jeff.
"He was as mad as ahatter. He denies everything, of course. We'll run that story tomorrow."
"Well, let him deny it all he wants," said Jeff. "We've got the facts, the figures, and the tapes."
"How about some coffee, kids?" Wilde asked. "Let the secretaries answer the phones for a while."
"You know," said Jeff, "I started off feeling rather sorry for the old man, but I don't now. I know this sort of thing has been going on for years, but it's time it stopped. Jesus, you would have thought that Watergate should have made the Congressmen and Senators wash their dirty linen. Who do they think they are, anyway?"
"I've always said it takes a certain kind of ego to go into politics anyway," said Maryann. "And a certain amount of greed. If I had my way, every politician would be thrown out. They're either crooked or ineffectual-or both. They should be replaced with newer, younger people."
"I wonder if they would turn out to be any better," pondered Wilde.
Abel Myers was in his glory. He had Avalon Books over a barrel since they agreed to an open contract. The break of the sex scandal had enabled him to push his price sky high. At first, he demanded a hundred thousand dollars for the paperback rights but Erwood got him down to seventy-five thousand dollars and relinquished the foreign rights. When the Washington Herald stories broke, they were picked up by every paper in the country and in the world. Raina Blaine became a household word. The scandal rocked Capitol Hill... The existing hanky-panky was dropped or had to go underground. A lot of the mistresses of Congressmen and Senators were given plane tickets and told to take vacations to anywhere in the world... anyplace-but don't stay in Washington. Eyen places of business such as restaurants felt the crunch. The men of Capitol Hill were even afraid to take their secretaries to lunch, afraid that it might be misconstrued. Secretaries and aides were outraged by the sniggering remarks made by the male members of the staffs and they started wearing buttons reading, "Yes, I type!"
The proprietress of Washington's leading brothel complained bitterly about the drop in business. In one television show, a well-known black madam, who wore a mask and gave her name as Miss Harmony, was interviewed on a prominent Washington television station by TV host, Ted Stern. Stern asked the following questions:
"How has business been, Miss Harmony, no that the Blaine-Chambers scandal has hit the newspapers."
Miss Harmony just shrugged her shoulders. "Goodness, Mr. Stem, my gals are lucky if they turn a trick a night."
"How many girls are in your employ?"
"Twenty-two, including the new ones."
"Would you say up until now you've done a lucrative business?"
"I got me a big black Cadillac and a imagine plot of ground for my buryin'. "
Stern smiled and continued. "Were many of your customers members of the House or Senate?"
"Oh, yes sir. They's some of our biggest customers."
"And you haven't seen them around, recently?"
"Uh, uh. Ain't no way they gonna drop into Miss Harmony's. Why, if this thing don't blow over soon, I gonna have to trade my Caddy in for a Volkswagen."
The demand for Raina was astounding. Offers poured in from talk shows, magazines and guest spots. Satyr, the magazine for men, offered Raina an undisclosed amount to appear nude in their magazine. Raina, under Erica's guidance, said yes to almost everything.
Erica, always an opportunist, jumped on Raina's bandwagon and without a contract became her personal manager, making her appointments and juggling her time so that she could still work on the book. Both Myers and Avalon were screaming for the finished product. The pace was beginning to wear on Raina. She began taking pills to help her sleep and pills to help her get through the day. By the time the book was finished, Raina was in a state of exhaustion and decided to take a vacation. Erica booked reservations under an assumed name for Raina. Raina donned a black wig and left for St. Thomas.
While Raina was at Kennedy Airport, she saw the headlines in the papers:
CHAMBERS ADMITS CHARGES
"It's about time," she said to herself.
Raina arrived at Charlotte Amalie at one in the afternoon and rented a Volkswagen. She drove over the beautiful countryside to the Pirate's Cove Resort which was located next to the sea. She was shown to a private bungalow which looked out at the dazzling white beach. A personal maid was assigned to her bungalow, a young native girl named Calinda. While Calinda unpacked, Raina went into the bathroom to remove the black wig and to get into a bathing suit. When she returned, Calinda screamed and dropped the dresses she was about to hang up.
"What's wrong?" asked Raina.
"Yo' went into de bathroom with dark hair."
Raina laughed. "It's just a wig," she explained.
The superstitious native girl crossed herself and hurriedly finished the unpacking. Raina gathered up her beach things and went outside. Since it was off season, there weren't many other people booked at the resort. Raina was glad to be by herself. She spread out the beach towel, sat down and began coating her body with Bain de Soleil.
For the first few days, Raina kept to herself, taking her meals in her room and sleeping a good deal of the time. She was starting to acquire a nice tan and, little by little, she could feel her strength returning. She got a phone call from Erica in New York who informed her of the book's progress.
"I've been working on it night and day, changing, editing, etc. It should be ready for printing by the end of the week. The photographs we took for the cover came out pretty good although we had to do a little retouching around the eyes because you look so tired. Are you getting your rest?"
"Plenty. I've been sleeping practically every minute since I've been here."
"Satyr magazine is so hot to do the layout on you that they even offered to send their photographer to St. Thomas if you feel up to it."
"Let him come down toward the end of the week, I should look human by then."
"Have you been drinking, Raina?"
"No. And I haven't felt any need to take any pills for sleeping or getting up. I think if I'd had to stay in Washington another minute, I would have flipped out."
"Have you met anybody?"
"No, I've kept to myself. I've even been eating in my bungalow. Perhaps tonight I'll take a drive into Charlotte Amalie and look around the night spots. Things are pretty quiet here anyway because there aren't many tourists."
"When are you coming back?"
"I don't know yet. I'll call you when I've decided."
"Have you been getting the papers?"
"No, I'm tired of reading about myself and Chambers."
"Take care of yourself, Raina. I'll talk to you later."
After hanging up, Raina suddenly felt very lonely. She had the desire to be with people. After showering, she dressed in a pink Qiana dress and put on a large pair of sunglasses, hoping she wouldn't be recognized. It was twilight when she drove into Charlotte Amalie and parked the car on one of the narrow side streets. She decided to try a restaurant called Blackbeard's which Erica had recommended to her.
Raina was shown to an outdoor table and ordered a martini. While Raina was sipping her drink, she noticed three men who were seated nearby staring at her. All three were in their early thirties and were good looking. Raina smiled at them, thinking that it had been a long time since she had been with a man.
Jack Randolph, one of the men, raised his glass and toasted Raina. His two dining companions were business associates, Charlie Quinn and Ben Kane.
"Isn't that the Washington call girl?" Charlie asked.
"It looks like her," said Jack.
"She's better looking in person," remarked Benjamin. "Why don't we ask her if she would like to have dinner with us?"
"All right, I will," said Jack.
He got up from his table and walked over to Raina.
"I'm Jack Randolph and my partners and I were wondering if you would care to have dinner with us."
"I'd love to," said Raina. "I hate eating alone."
She picked up her martini and accompanied him back to the table where she was introduced to the other two men.
"I'm Raina Blaine."
"We thought so," said Charlie. "But you're prettier than your photographs."
"Thank you."
Jack ordered another round of drinks and Raina asked the three men what line of business they were in.
Ben explained that they were from Pittsburgh and were involved in a land development project. Twenty years earlier they bought land on St. Thomas and they were just getting around to building a resort. The men didn't ask Raina any questions about Chambers. For that she was grateful. After dinner Charlie suggested that they go to a nightclub called The Black Patch and Raina said yes. They danced and drank for several hours. Raina took turns dancing with each of the three men.
"Would you like to go to our place for a nightcap?" suggested Jack.
"I'd love to," said Raina. "Where are you staying?"
"We rented a private house with a swimming pool which is on the mountainside-with a great view of the ocean."
Charlie Quinn got into Raina's car and they followed the other two up the mountainside to the house. Charlie made a round of drinks for everybody and they went to sit on the patio beside the pool. Ben suggested that they take a swim.
"Good! I'd love that," said Raina, "but I didn't bring a bathing suit."
"Look, I'll make a deal with you," said Jack. "We won't wear any if you don't."
"Agreed!" Raina exclaimed.
She stood up, pulled her dress over her head and removed her bikini underwear. The three men stared at her shapely body and hurriedly began taking off their clothes, Raina ran to the edge of the pool and dove in. The three nude men followed her. They gathered around Raina in the water. She felt each of their cocks in turn and they began playing with her breasts and buttocks. Ben slipped his finger inside her cunt and began toying with her clitoris.
"Let's do it on land," suggested Raina.
They climbed out of the pool and laid down on the soft carpet of grass. The men stroked her smooth skin, rubbed her soft breasts and fingered her pussy. Raina wrapped her fingers around Jack's half-hard cock and pulled him close to her. She parted her lips and took his cock in her mouth. Charlie and Ben watched as she sucked their partner's thick shaft of flesh. They began to get erections. They knelt beside her. Raina took their cocks in her hands and began jerking on them as she sucked Jack's thick prick. Then she let his cock slide out of her mouth and replaced it with Charlie's. She sucked it until it became rock hard and then signaled Ben that it was his turn. He pushed his cock down her throat and began bucking his hips back and forth, fucking her in the month.
"Oh, man, this feels terrific!" Ben moaned. "You really know how to suck cock."
Raina recalled the time she had slept with Chambers and two of his associates and she wanted it the same way. She told Ben to lie down and she got on her knees, positioning herself over his thick cock. The lips of her cunt parted and his cock slid inside. Charlie got on his knees directly behind Ben's head and Raina was able to suck his cock. Jack was eyeing her smooth round buttocks. He got on his knees behind Raina and spit in his hand. He rubbed the saliva on his cock and pressed it against her anus. Raina pushed backward against his prick and he was able to work it into her ass. She began to rotate her hips, savoring the feeling of being fucked from the front and the back at the same time. She worked her elastic lips over Charlie's cock, moving her head back and forth, His balls shook as he pushed his hips forward, jamming his cock down her throat as far as it would go. The other two men were plunging their cocks in and out of her cunt and ass. Ben began pinching the nipples of her breasts as he felt the pressure of his impending climax building up. Jack was behind her, pushing himself forward with great thrusts, making groaning sounds as his cock invaded her ass. Raina pushed her buttocks against him, meeting his cock, and at the same time moving her head faster and faster on Charlie's cock. Charlie began coming and shot his thick pent-up load down her throat. Jack and Ben began working faster. Ben was the first to come and his sperm shot into the depths of her climaxing cunt as Jack worked to catch up. He dug his fingers into her waist and plummeted his prick in and out of her ass. Suddenly he cried out and his cock exploded.
Afterward they dove into the pool once again to rinse themselves.
When they got out of the pool, Charlie freshened their drinks.
"Just having sex with you makes me feel I'm famous, too," said Jack.
Raina laughed. "With a cock like that you could be famous on your own."
Raina lay back. She felt relaxed for the first time in weeks. Jack sat down beside her, slipped his hand between her legs and began stroking her cunt lips. He slipped his finger inside and massaged her clitoris which was erect once again. Then he got between her legs. He opened his mouth wide and clamped it down on her pussy and began licking it furiously. Raina spread her legs to accommodate him and groaned with delight. Charlie and Ben got on their knees on either side of her face and began rubbing their semi-erect cocks over her beautiful face. Jack began chewing roughly on her clitoris and Raina began taking turns sucking the two men's cocks. She began rotating her hips spasmodically and the juices of her orgasm began to flow. Jack lapped greedily at her cunt while the other two men worked themselves into a mutual climax, both shooting their loads down her throat at the same time. Jack became excited watching Raina swallow their sperm. He climbed on top of her, jammed his cock into her cunt and began pumping wildly. In a few minutes, he worked himself into a climax and shot inside her. Raina didn't go back to her bungalow that night, but stayed at the house with the three men, enjoying them sexually several more times.
The next morning they had breakfast together on the veranda overlooking the sea.
Jack said, "We'd like to see you again, Raina, but this afternoon we have to fly to Miami on business. How long are you going to stay in St. Thomas?"
"I don't know yet. Try calling me at the Pirate's Cove when you get back."
"We will."
When she drove back she found that she had a message waiting from Erica in New York. After a few delays, she was finally put through.
"Raina, I'm glad you were able to reach me. I thought I'd better warn you that Satyr's photographer, Mike Giglio, is going to be flying down there on Friday. Is that all right?"
"Yes, I'll be expecting him."
"He's making reservations to stay at the same place as you. He said he could probably get all the shots he wants in two days. Did you go out on the town last night?"
"Yes. I met some charming people and we had dinner together."
"Good. Things are calm here. Avalon's promoting our book like mad. I have a feeling it's going to wind up making you a wealthy woman."
"Terrific! I really love it down here. Thanks for suggesting it."
"I thought you'd enjoy it. Are you recognized?"
"Not too much. I can't get used to being a celebrity."
"You'd better get used to it. You're on the covers of both Time and Newsweek."
"My picture?"
"Yes. I gave them some rejects we didn't use for the cover of the book. They're both pretty good. I'll call you over the weekend to find out how you got along with the photographer."
"If he's Italian-I'll get along with him."
That afternoon Raina went snorkeling near the coral reef. She saw what she thought was a barracuda and immediately got out of the water. She took off the snorkeling gear and decided to take a stroll along the beach. The hot sand began to burn her feet and she retreated to the cool shade of the tropical vegetation. She picked a hibiscus, stuck it in her hair and wandered into a lush rain forest. The scent of the flowers was overpowering. She sat down on a rock and soaked her feet in a cool stream. Suddenly she heard something in the underbrush. She looked up frightened and saw a tall native approaching.
"Yo' not lost, is yo', miss?" he asked.
"No," replied Raina.
He was young-perhaps not yet twenty-and powerfully built. He was wearing nothing but a pair of loose white pants, tied around the waist with a piece of rope. Shading his eyes from the sun was a broad-brimmed straw hat. Raina couldn't help noticing that a large bulge was pushing forward in the crotch, of his pants and wondered what it would be like having sex with a black man. She leaned back on the rock and smiled at the young man invitingly.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Lemuel."
She glanced at the burlap bag he was carrying over his shoulders.
"What's in there, Lemuel?"
"Roots and things."
"What do you do with them?"
"Use 'em in cookin' and charms an' things."
Suddenly it began to rain. Large drops of warm water splashed over the pond.
"Dere's a cave in dere, miss," said Lemuel, pointing to the side of the hill.
"Let's go in there until it's over with," replied Raina.
They hurried over the stones to the small cave and watched the rain come down in silvery sheets. Raina stayed close to the young man. She could hear his heavy breathing and smell the slightly musky odor of his flesh. She turned and brushed her breasts against him. He pulled away as if he'd been burned.
"I's sorry, miss," he said nervously.
"Don't be sorry. You didn't do anything. Wouldn't you like to touch me, Lemuel?"
He lowered his head. "Yo" a white woman. I can get in a lot of trouble."
Raina undid the snap of her halter and exposed her full, lush breasts to the young man. He stared at them with large eyes and ran his tongue over his lips. Raina was amused to notice that he had started to get an erection. His huge cock was sticking straight out in the baggy pants.
"If I'm going to get anywhere with him, Raina told herself, I'm going to have to make the first move. She touched his cock through the fabric. It felt huge and it wasn't even fully erect. Lemuel let the sack drop and he put both of his large hands over Raina's breasts and began squeezing them. Raina untied the rope at the waist of his pants and they fell around his ankles. She clutched his huge cock in her hand. A drop of sticky fluid formed on the tip. She knelt down and kissed it. Lemuel fell to his knees and pulled off the bottoms of her bikini. He buried his face between her legs and started licking the outer lips of her labia. She dug her fingers into the back of Lemuel's curly head and lifted her pelvis upward, grinding her cunt against his mouth. Lemuel parted her folds with his fingers in search of her clitoris. Raina threw her, head from side to side and moaned.
"Put it in me," she urged. "Put that big thing inside me!"
Lemuel lifted his head and dragged her fingers along her vula. Her pussy lips were damp. He ran his hands along her smooth thighs and positioned himself over her. She cried out as the tip of his cock slid into her cunt. Lemuel held his cock in his hands as he pushed forward, driving it deeper and deeper into her pussy. He undulated his hips and as he did, another inch of it slid inside.
Raina arched her back and pushed up against him.
"I want all of it!" she demanded and wiggled her hips impatiently.
Lemuel slid his hands under her waist and pressed hard against her stomach, driving the thick shaft of his cock straight into her cunt. Raina uttered a long, deep sigh as the cock speared deep into her stomach. He began fucking her with a hard steady rhythm and Raina responded avidly, moving her hips from side to side-pushing herself up against him.
"Do it, Lemuel-harder!" she squealed.
Lemuel grunted and bucked his hips back and forth, impaling Raina on his lengthy rod. His massive load was building up until it was becoming painful to hold back. He took a deep breath and began plunging his cock in and out of her with frenzied strokes. He slid his hands between their bodies and worked his thumb and forefinger around her nipples. He ground his teeth together and tried to hold back his orgasm, but he couldn't stop. His cock raced in and out of her cunt and, suddenly, he emitted a deep groan and his come shot inside her. Lemuel kept pumping and at the same time massaging her breasts until Raina, too, reached an orgasm. Then Lemuel pulled his dripping cock out of her cunt.
"It's stopped raining," said Raina dreamily.
Steam was rising from the forest floor and it had become very humid.
"Yo' stayin' at the Pirate's Cove?"
"Yes," said Raina. "Do you want to stop by and see me?"
"Oh, no, ma'am. Dat wouldn't do. But maybe if yo' takin' a walk here tomorrow 'bout de same time, I look fo' you!"
"Good," said Raina. "And I'll be sure to look for you!"
For the next two afternoons, Raina met him and made love with him in the cave. Then on Friday the photographer from Satyr magazine arrived. Raina was lying on the beach when she heard a voice ask:
"Are you Raina Blaine?"
She sat up, took off her sunglasses and found herself staring at one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. He wasn't tall-no more than five feet six inches. He had thick, curly black hair, eyes that were as blue as the Caribbean and a dazzling smile.
"I'm Mike Giglio, from Satyr magazine."
The photographer was wearing a bikini. He was obviously proud of his muscular body and from where Raina was sitting, it looked as if he was very well hung. Mike threw down his beach towel and lay down beside her.
"It's great to get out in the sun again. Are you enjoying your trip?"
"Tremendously!"
"If it's all right with you, we won't start taking the photographs until tomorrow. I'd like to have some time to spot out some-likely backgrounds."
"Perhaps the rain forest near here."
"That would make a good shot."
The photographer gazed appreciatively at her sensuous body, thinking: this job is going to be a pleasure. He called to the waiter and asked Raina if she would like a drink. He ordered a Bloody Mary for her and a Heineken's beer for himself.
"I can't tell you how glad I was that we're going to do the photography here. I've been wanting to get out of New York all summer," he said.
"Have you worked at the magazine for long?"
"Three years now."
"Three years. That's how long I was involved with Michael Chambers."
"You've been getting a lot of publicity back in the States," said Mike, as he rolled over on his side to face Raina.
"I know. My manager, Erica Jordan, has kept me informed. She says I'm on the covers of both Time and Newsweek."
"So you are. Would you like me to rub some suntan lotion on your back? There's a spot just above your buttocks that you missed."
"Yes, please," she answered handing him the tube of suntan lotion.
Mike squeezed some of the amber gel into his hand and began rubbing it into Raina's soft skin. She found herself become extremely aroused.
Mike's large fingers expertly worked over her flesh. He moved his fingertips over the small of her back to the swell of her buttocks, not covered by the bikini. Goose bumps formed on Raina's skin. She turned back over and smiled at Mike.
"I used to work for a photographer in Baltimore."
"What did you do?"
"I modeled for calendars and stuff like that."
"You know something? I'm trying to figure out why you're not more photogenic. The pictures that I've seen of you don't do you justice. Maybe I'll have more luck."
"You know, Mike, in the beginning I wanted all this publicity, but now I'm not so sure. It gives you a funny feeling when people turn around and stare at you. It's not as if I became famous because of some accomplishment-like acting or charity work-something like that. I feel like sort of a freak. You know what I mean?"
"I guess so, but you've told the world that you've gone to bed with Michael Chambers and his sidekicks for money. Of course, some people are rallying to your defense. They're calling you a national heroine for exposing such an illicit business."
"National heroine? I feel more like the national whore."
Mike, wanting to get Raina out of her mood, suggested that they take a dip in the ocean. The two young people cavorted in the water for nearly half an hour until they climbed out of the surf, exhausted, and fell upon the sand.
"How about taking a drive with me this afternoon?" Mike asked Raina. "We'll try to find some interesting backgrounds for the layout."
"Does your magazine want all of the pictures to be nude?"
"No. Just provocative. Some will be nude, of course, but that shouldn't pose too many difficulties. There aren't too many tourists around. We ought to be able to get a few good shots of you in, your rain forest or some place along the sea."
Raina went back to her bungalow to shower and get dressed. In a way, Mike reminded her of Deke when he was younger. He also reminded her of Vince only he was a good deal brighter. She dressed in a backless lemon yellow sundress and tied an orange and yellow scarf around her waist. As she put on her lipstick, she announced to her reflection in the mirror, "I'm going to have an affair with him."
Mike Giglio showered and pulled on a pair of bleached Levi's. He couldn't keep from thinking how nice Raina seemed-not at all what he had expected. There was an innocent look about her face-no matter what she had done-and her body was out of sight. He was getting an erection just thinking about her. Mike threw his camera case over his shoulder and went to meet Raina.
They drove into Charlotte Amalie and wandered around the open market where the natives were selling fresh fish and vegetables. He snapped several pictures of Raina as she wandered among the stalls. She bought a mango and Mike took a shot as she bit into it. The juice squirted over her lips. He thought it would be a sensational shot.
They drove up into the mountains and discovered an ancient native graveyard on a hillside.
"Let's take some pictures here," said Mike. "Would you mind doing them in the nude?"
"Not at all."
She took off her clothes and leaned seductively against a stone carving of an angel.
"That's it," said Mike. "Now turn your head away from me, then look around real quick."
She did as she was told and he snapped several pictures in rapid succession. After they left the graveyard, they drove to the edge of the rain forest. She hoped they wouldn't run into Lemuel, but it was late afternoon and if he had waited for her, he surely would have gone by that time. They trudged through the high grass until they came to a small clearing which was profuse with brightly colored flowers. Raina stripped again and Mike took another series of photographs.
"There's a pond nearby, Mike. Perhaps you'd like to take some pictures there."
"Sounds great."
Raina threw her dress over her shoulder and led the way. Mike couldn't keep his eyes off her rolling buttocks.
When they got to the pond she said, "Would you like me to get in the water?"
"Yes. Dive under, get your hair wet and swim toward me."
Raina plucked a water lily and clamped it in her teeth as she swam toward Mike, who was snapping enthusiastically. He helped her out of the water and Raina said, "I didn't bring anything to dry off with."
"The warm air should dry you by the time we get back to the car."
Suddenly Mike stopped walking. He grabbed Raina's hand and pulled her to him. Raina's arms slid around his neck and their lips met. Her soft damp tongue wiggled between his teeth and probed his mouth. Mike slid his hands down her back and squeezed her firm buttocks, pressing the bulge of his cock against her stomach. Raina's body became tense as she felt the pressure of his throbbing cock against her. Her fingers combed through his curly hair and she grabbed handfuls of it as she pressed her mouth harder against his.
"I want you so much, Raina," he whispered.
"I want you, too, Mike. Now!"
She knelt down in front of him and fumbled with his belt buckle. Then she opened his pants and pulled them down. His thick cock sprang upward and she gasped involuntarily as she stared at it. She reached out and touched it lightly with her soft fingers. Then she leaned over and kissed the head. Mike kicked off his sandals and stepped out of his pants. Raina nuzzled her face against his crotch, blowing hot breaths against his flesh. Mike's cock ached, he wanted so much to put it inside her. She rubbed her cheek against the hot flesh of his prick, then moved her head down to his balls.
Mike parted his legs slightly, savoring the softness of Raina's blonde hair between his legs, caressing his buttocks, his balls and the underside of his cock. She moved her head back and forth slowly, stroking his sensitive areas with her hair. Then she threw back her head, stuck out her tongue and trailed it under his balls. Slowly she licked each ball with her wet tongue, then she opened her mouth and sucked one of them inside, pulling on the sac with her mouth. Mike groaned and began unbuttoning his shirt. He took it off and gently dropped it and his camera onto the carpet of moss. Raina opened her mouth still wider and sucked his other ball inside. Then she let them slip out of her mouth and began coating the underside of his cockshaft with quick, wet swipes of her tongue. She moved her lips up to the head of the cock and sucked it inside, letting her tongue dart out and dig into the small slit at the end. She opened her mouth wider and the soft, pliable head of his prick eased into her mouth. She clamped her lips around it and began sucking. With each stroke, she moved her mouth farther down on the cock, slowly taking it inch by inch, slowly adjusting her position so she could get it all down her throat. She kept swallowing and swallowing until her lips finally brushed the black curly pubic hair which grew around the base of his cock. Then she reared her head back and let it slide almost all the way out before descending once again.
Mike Giglio groaned with delight. He had never met a woman so adept at the art of oral sex. When she stopped to catch her breath, he knelt down on the ground facing her. He began playing with the white gleaming mounds of her breasts, caressing the smooth resilient flesh which jutted almost straight out from her body. She slid her hands between his legs and gripped his cock. Mike brushed his lips against hers and moved them over her chin, then over the soft curve of her neck until his face was buried between her breasts. He moved his hands upward and cupped her breasts, feeling their smooth warm weight. Raina began moving her hand up and down his cock with a slow, gentle pressure. Mike pulled her down to the ground and touched the tip of her nipple with his tongue. A soft sigh escaped from her throat as her body moved closer to him. He opened his lips and took a nipple between them and began dragging the tip of his tongue across it.
Raina pressed herself against his face, pressing her breasts into his mouth. He opened his mouth wider and sucked part of her breast inside. He began sucking on it as he continued stimulating the nipple with his tongue. The nipple became hard in his mouth. He moved his hand down to her legs, dragging his fingers back and forth over the inside of her thighs. Then he began to fondle her pussy.
She moaned incoherently and lurched forward with her hips, pressing her cunt against his fingers. He moved his fingers along her vulva, pressing and squeezing it and Raina's hips began moving in rocking rhythm with the stroking motion of his fingers. Her body trembled and jerked as his fingers combed through her pussy hairs. Her thighs parted as he pressed her vulva with his fingers. He cupped her pussy in his hand, squeezing and massaging it. She began undulating her hips back and forth in response to the movement of his fingers.
Then Mike moved down and pushed his face in the soft moistness of her cunt. He parted her pussy lips, dove his tongue inside and began ramming it home. Raina bucked her pelvis forward, rubbing her slit against his face. He pulled his tongue out of her pussy and searched for her clitoris. As his tongue touched the small organ, it sprang erect. She began trembling all over as his tongue made love to her clit. She wrapped her thighs around his head with a crushing force as she pushed her pussy against his lips.
"Oh, Mike! That's-perfect."
He chewed on the tip of her clitoris and her impending climax began to cause her body to shake. It was a steady progression of sensation. Raina dug her fingers into the soft moss, leaving deep furrows. She bucked her hips forward as she continued the labia lapping.
"God!" she shrieked, her body becoming tense as his tongue expertly made love to her clitoris. "I'm close, Mike. Do you want me to...? "
"Yes," he said. "I want to taste you."
He went back to his cunt lapping using frenzied strokes. She closed her eyes tightly and saw stars as Mike worked her to a perfect climax. He continued licking her long after she had come. When he finally lifted his head, the lower half of his face was shining with her juices. He gathered her up in his arms and began kissing her. Raina was completely relaxed. It hadn't felt that good since Deke.
"I want to put it in you, Raina. Do you feel like it?"
"Yes," she said through clenched teeth. "Go on! Let's not stop now!"
Mike responded to her words. His passion rose in him like roaring flames. He rolled on top of her and pressed his cock against her soft vulva. Raina pushed her hands between their bodies, grabbed his cock and started to guide it into her pussy. Mike raised himself to his knees and looked down at her. Sexual ecstasy made some women look ugly, but not Raina. She was beautiful. He couldn't resist reaching for his camera and taking several shots of her face as she stared up at him... her eyes half lidded, her lips parted and wet. He put the camera down, pressed forward with his hips, pushing his cock into her vulva. She wiggled to spread it apart. The head of his cock slipped into her as he lurched forward. Raina gave a long deep sigh of satisfaction as Mike began to enter her. He put his hands on her thighs and began undulating his hips, working his cock into her. She pushed up against him, moving her hips from side to side. When his cock was halfway in, she took her fingers away from it and put her hands behind her knees to hold her legs apart, keeping her pussy wide open for him. He placed his hands on her waist and began fucking her harder, taking longer and stronger strokes. His shaft slid into her up to the thickest part.
Raina offered her arms to him and he lay on top of her. Their two bodies melted together as one. He began fucking her with the entire length of his cock, withdrawing it until only the head remained in her, then spearing it deep into her belly. Mike moved his head down to one of her breasts, took it into his mouth and began sucking on it, stimulating it in the same rhythm as his cock probed her sensuous body. Raina began whimpering as she started to climax once again. Mike drove his cock into her with unrelenting force. Suddenly she could feel his hot come wash inside of her cunt. He kept pumping until their juices were thoroughly mixed. Then he pulled it out of her and turned her over on her stomach.
"Get on your hands and knees, Raina. I want to do it from behind."
His cock was still hard. She brushed her hair out, of her face and turned her head so that she could watch him. Her eyes were flashing with desire. She ran her tongue over the outline of her lips and gave him a long sensuous look. Mike crouched behind her. He flexed his knees slightly so that his stiff prick was even with her cunt, then he moved forward sliding his huge cock between her buttocks. Raina arched her back deeper and pushed backward. He put his hands on her hips to brace her and undulated his pelvis, driving his cock into her.
Mike looked down at his cock as it slid between her smooth white buttocks. He ran his hands over the soft flesh of her ass and squeezed it as he fucked her harder, withdrawing his cock until it almost escaped her clasping pussy and then spearing it back between her upturned buttocks. Raina arched her back even deeper and his bails began slapping against her as he lunged his column of flesh in and out of her juicy slit. Raina's face was flushed and strained with passion as he "drove her closer and closer to her third orgasm.
The word "Deke" escaped her lips before she could stop it, but Mike was so engrossed with his impending climax that he didn't notice. His semen was swelling inside him until he thought it was going to tear him apart. He ground his teeth together and kept thrusting into her, holding on to his climax as long as he possibly could.
"Come in me, Mike! I feel it! I'm coming again!" Raina screamed and broke into another orgasm. She twisted and writhed in front of him as they lurched together in the throes of a simultaneous climax. She fell forward on the ground and he collapsed on top of her.
They fell into a deep satisfying sleep. When they awoke they were surrounded by sparkling fireflies.
"It's dark," he whispered. "We'd better find our way back to the car."
They got dressed and, hand in hand, walked through the forest until they reached the Volkswagen. When they were driving back down the mountainside, Raina gazed at Mike's face and knew in that instant that she was in love with him.
CHAPTER TEN
Raina had never known such a happy time in her life. She put off going back to New York in spite of Erica's urging that she was needed to help promote the book. Mike put off Satyr magazine as long as possible, telling them that the first photographs hadn't turned out properly. They spent their days and evenings together and talked about their future. Raina never looked better in her life. Her hair was bleached lighter by the sun and her eyes were bright and clear. She was well rested. well-tanned and well-loved.
Finally, when they could put it off no longer, they flew back to New York City and Mike took Raina to stay at his apartment. The public's attention was focused on Raina once again. Everywhere she went, flashbulbs exploded. She received tons of mail. Included were the usual amount of hate letters as well as marriage proposals. During the time she had been in St. Thomas, Chambers had resigned his position and he and his new wife had gone into seclusion. Mike asked her to marry him just before they left St. Thomas, but Raina, as much as she wanted to, wouldn't say yes.
"Wait until we get back to the States," she cautioned. "You might feel differently there when I'm once again known as the Congressman's call girl."
"I won't change my mind," he had said.
Satyr magazine was delighted with the photographs and considered them the best Mike had ever taken. Because of his success with the assignment, he was given the opportunity of picking and choosing top freelance jobs. Raina's book, The Girl from Capitol Hill, was selling as fast as Avalon could stock the suppliers with copies. Raina flew to Washington and packed her clothing and personal belongings to be sent to New York. She didn't know what to do with the tapes.
She met Maryann and Jeff for lunch. The hoopla had made them as celebrated as Woodward and Bernstein, but they had managed to find time to get married.
Raina gave them a present of the tapes, saying, "I doubt that I could take them off my income tax like Nixon. Maybe they can be of some value to you. Besides that's a part of my past I want to forget. No, not forget, but put aside. I've had my notoriety and now that it's dying down, I'm glad it's ending.
"What are your plans?" Maryann asked Raina.
"I'm going back to New York and marry Mike."
"He certainly sounds like a terrific guy," said Jeff.
"He is. I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't met him. I wouldn't have been able to get through all this alone. Erica has been a lot of help, of course, but Mike gave me real emotional support. It was he that finally convinced me that I didn't do wrong by telling my story to the newspapers."
"Will you live in New York?" asked Maryann.
"Yes. Mike's work is there. And I've grown to love the city."
"Are you still recognized?" asked Jeff.
"Not so much anymore. Michael had said that I didn't photograph very well-that I'm prettier in person. Perhaps that's been to my advantage. Many people don't recognize me. And many that do aren't really unkind, just curious."
"How about your ambitions to become a movie star?"
Raina threw her head back and laughed. "I can't act! And the only offers I had were for porno films. I guess my talent is making a man happy. I even learned to cook and Mike's teaching me something about photography so that when he goes on location, I can go with him and be of some help,"
After lunch Raina kissed the two young reporters goodbye, caught a cab to the airport arid flew straight back to New York. Mike was waiting when she arrived at their apartment.
After greeting her with a passionate kiss, he asked, "Did you take care of everything?"
"Yes," she answered. "I cleared everything out of the apartment and had it all shipped here."
"I have something to show you."
"What is it?"
He handed her an issue of Satyr magazine. She turned to the layout featuring herself.
"Michael-they're great! What lovely color! You've made me look almost beautiful."
"You are beautiful. It's time we went down to City Hall and made things legal."
"Yes," she said. "We'll go down tomorrow."
He took her in his arms and kissed her again.
"Let's go to bed," he suggested. "I've got a bottle of champagne in the refrigerator that I planned to open if you said yes."
He opened the bottle of champagne and the two of them went into the bedroom and got undressed. They shared a glass and lay down on the bed, facing one another. Raina moved her body sensuously against his. She opened her mouth and sucked the tip of his tongue through her lips. Mike held her tight, feeling her soft body against his. She curled her arm around his neck as she drew their lips tightly together. Mike slipped his hands up and down her back. Then he lowered his head and kissed her nipples as she stroked her fingers through his hair. He let one of her nipples slide between his lips and a shiver raced through her body. He flicked the tip of it back and forth across it until it became hard. Then he moved to the next one and repeated his action. Raina nibbled at the edge of his ear, her hand clasping the back of his head, urging him on. She slid her hand under the bed covers and gripped his cock. Then she stuck her tongue into his ear and wiggled it around as she stroked his cock. He moved his hand down her stomach, feeling for her pussy. She spread her thighs apart as his fingers combed through the soft mist of hair below her flat stomach. His hand cupped her pussy and massaged it.
"I never felt anyone as soft as you, Raina," he muttered and moved his mouth down over her rib cage, pausing to lick her naval before moving onto her cunt.
She spread her legs apart and he began kissing the tender folds of her pussy. Raina screamed helplessly. His fingers pulled the petals of her cunt apart making the tiny knob of her clit stand up hard. He began to loll his tongue around on her labial plane, rolling it around the swollen bud. His tongue, soft and wet, touched the tip of her clitoris and her entire body began to shake. She arched her back in reaction and dug her fingers into his bobbing head of hair. Her cunt felt like it was in flames. She clenched her eyes shut and the fireworks began.
Bright, dazzling colors-brighter than any she had seen in her life. She felt a wave of ecstasy sweep over her body as she climaxed. While she was still shaking, he moved her feet up toward her hips and flexed her knees, spreading her legs apart. He slid his hands under her buttocks and lifted her up to him and gradually worked his cock all the way into her. He began squeezing her ass as he plunged his cock in and out of her hot cunt. He stopped, lay down on top of her and pressed his lips against hers. Raina opened her mouth. He slid in his tongue and he began fucking her in the mouth with long strokes of his tongue with the same rhythm he was using to fuck her cunt with his long pulsating cock. His tongue probed her mouth, tracing down over her teeth and touching the back of her throat. He began bucking his buttocks up and down, fucking her with long hard strokes.
"I'm going to come, Raina! I can't hold it back."
Semen spurted out in thick, hot gushes and Raina wailed as she surged into another climax. They lay with their bodies pressed closely together for a long time, hardly daring to breathe.
"What a lovely welcome home present," she whispered.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Something came for you in the mail today."
He got out of bed and returned with an envelope.
Raina opened it up. It was the first royalty check from the sale of her books.
"What are you going to do with it?"
"I'm going to put it in the bank and perhaps someday we'll use it to buy our own house in St. Thomas."
"I'd like that," he said. "I'll add to it. I can afford it now. I've been making great money on freelance photography assignments."
The next day, Raina and Mike were married in a brief civil ceremony at City Hall. Maryann and Jeff flew in from Washington to be best man and maid of honor. Raina and Mike ran down the steps of City Hall. Maryann and Jeff were behind them throwing rice. Suddenly Raina stopped.
"What's wrong," asked Mike.
"No flashbulbs. It's wonderful!" she said and kissed him.
