Betrayal (26 page)

“It was just what I needed.” He picked up his wine and took a sip. “I hope it wasn’t—” Robert stopped mid-sentence, thinking twice about his comment.

“No, your cock is perfect,” she answered, sensing what he was about to say.

He smiled nervously, knowing that she was lying. Angelica had told him on more than one occasion that he had the smallest penis that she’d ever seen. “You’re paid to lay on the compliments,” he said, taking another sip of wine.

“I may be paid to service you, but my comments are free. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that your dick is huge, but size really doesn’t matter.”

“Yeah, that’s not what my wife says.”

“Well, if she wants girth and length, why don’t you buy a strap-on,” she said matter-of-factly.

“A strap-on? You mean a dildo? Aren’t those for gays and lesbians?”

“They’re for anybody who’s into toys. Actually, the kind I’m talking about has an indentation inside where your dick goes, so it fits comfortably. Trust me, if your wife wants a big dick, this type of strap-on will fill her up, and she’ll be begging you for more.”

“Hmm,” Robert said, rubbing his chin. The thought of wearing a fake dick had never occurred to him. “I just might have to do that. Thanks for the suggestion.”

“No problem. Have a good evening,” she said, and sauntered away.

Robert polished off the bottle of wine, and ordered another one to go along with his dinner. As he was finishing his meal, a man wearing a tan trench coat approached his table.

“Good evening, Senator,” he said, pulling up a chair.

“What do you have for me, Sam?” Robert asked, getting right to the point.

Sam reached inside his briefcase, took out a thick file folder, and handed it to the senator. “Here you go.”

Robert flipped open the folder, and thumbed through several detailed photographs. “When were these taken?”

“Over the past few days.” He pointed to one picture in particular. “This was taken earlier this evening.”

“Oh, I see,” Robert said, studying the picture. “Thanks, Sam. Your check will be in the mail.”

Their brief meeting was over in less than five minutes. Sam got up and left, disappearing into the night, no doubt headed to another surveillance assignment.

“SO, WHO WAS
that chick at the lingerie shop?” Christy asked, lying butt-naked on top of the white, down-filled comforter.

Angelica was also in the buff, and strolled over to the bed with an ice-cold vodka martini in each hand. She handed Christy a drink. “She works with one of my husband’s friends,” she said, taking a sip.

Christy took an olive out of her glass and sucked it. “Is she cool?”

“What do you mean by that?” Angelica asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Didn’t you see the way she looked at us? I think she knew that we were together.”

“Of course she knew we were together. I was talking to you, after all.”

“I don’t mean
together
as in at the store together. I mean
together
as in we’re lovers,” she explained.

Angelica touched the center stone in her diamond necklace. “I didn’t get the impression that she was suspicious. I thought that my comments to you were benign. For all she knows, we were just two friends shopping for lingerie.”

“For your sake I hope you’re right. It would be unfortunate if nasty rumors about you being gay were spread around town. Your reputation would be ruined. This is D.C. after all, the land of images. And I’m sure you don’t want yours tarnished.”

Angelica took a swig of vodka. “And how do you know it’s not already tarnished?”

“Oh, do tell. What nasty little secrets are you keeping?” Christy asked, leaning up on one elbow, eager to hear the details.

“Well, it’s not a secret anymore,” Angelica said, polishing off the last of her drink.

“Come on.” Christy pinched Angelica’s nipple. “Don’t leave me in suspense. Give up the goods. Tell me everything, and don’t leave out a single detail,” she said, popping another olive in her mouth and chasing it with the ice-cold dry martini.

Angelica playfully slapped her hand away. “It all started at the Black Door. I had an arrangement with one of the servers. He would entertain me privately at my hotel room whenever I came to New York.”

“Oh, so I’m not the first server you’ve propositioned?” Christy asked, faking a look as if she were hurt.

“Afraid not, doll, but you are my first female server, if that makes you feel any better.” She leaned down and kissed Christy’s silver belly ring.

“And what else? I know that’s not where the story ends,” Christy said, wanting to know more.

“I’d much rather tickle your belly button,” Angelica said, running her tongue across Christy’s stomach.

“You can do all the tickling you want, but first I want to know what happened.”

“What? Are you writing a book? Why are you so intrigued?”

“I’ve heard so many stories from the servers’ perspective, but I’ve yet to hear the clients’ side. What can I say? I have a curious nature, that’s all. Plus, hearing nasty stories really turns me on,” she said, rubbing her furry triangle.

“Why didn’t you say that in the first place? I love turning you on.” Angelica trailed her tongue from Christy’s stomach to her breast and kissed the soft skin in between her boobs. “Well … basically I started fucking this guy outside of the club. His dick was so big that I was addicted to his cock and craved him on a regular basis. Things were going good, until his friend got busted.”

“Busted for what?”

“Remember that woman in the lingerie shop?” “Yeah, what does she have to do with the story?” Christy looked confused.

“Well, she works for Justice Hendricks, who at the time was Judge Hendricks. Anyway, my husband was helping him secure the nomination for the Supreme Court. And when the investigators did a background check on the judge, they found out that his son owned the Black Door.”

“And?” She hunched her shoulders. “What’s the big deal? The club is legit.”

“Yes, it’s legal, but the judge had no idea that his son owned the club. And a club like the Black Door would be a media nightmare for a candidate running for the high court. So my husband told the judge that he could forget about his chances of running.”

“I’m confused. If he didn’t run, how is he a justice now?”

“That’s where I come into the story.” She got up and went over to the minibar to retrieve two more miniature bottles of vodka from the fridge to make more martinis, but there wasn’t any left. “Hold on; let me call room service.” After she placed the call for more liquor, she continued, “The judge’s son blackmailed my husband. The server I was fucking was a friend of his, so not only did they tell my husband that I was a member of the Black Door, they gave him an earful about my other extracurricular activity. They said that if my husband didn’t reinstate Preston’s name back on the candidates list, then they would go to the press and divulge my membership.”

“Oh shit!” Christy sat up in the bed. “What did your husband do?”

“What could he do? He certainly couldn’t let my involvement in the Black Door become public knowledge, so he used all of his resources to keep the judge from being linked to the club, and lobbied hard for him to become a justice.”

“No, I mean, what did he do once he found out you were a member of the Black Door?”

“He was hurt of course, and wanted to know why I needed outside stimulation.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I told him the honest truth. And the truth was that his dick is just too small. When we got married, I was a virgin, and didn’t know any better. The sex was adequate; but after I matured, and my sex drive really kicked in, he was no longer able to satisfy me. So I started experimenting with fake cocks, and the bigger they were, the harder I came. Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband; he’s a good provider. But I need more than a roof over my head and diamonds around my neck.”

Christy put her hand to her mouth. “Oh my God! What did he say to that?”

“He didn’t say anything, because he knows he’s small. Since the truth was out, I started going to the Black Door more often, and he started drinking heavily; now’s he’s drunk nearly every night. I hate to think that I was the cause of his drinking, but deep down I know that I am.” Angelica quickly looked away in embarrassment, and then back at Christy. “I’ve tried to get him to stop, but he ignores my comments.”

“Wow, what a story! I thought it was going to be some kind of kinky sex tale, but that was so much better. Talk about never knowing what makes a person tick. You look like the perfect political housewife, when in actuality you are a world-class freak!”

“Yes, I’m a freak. A thirsting freak. Where is room service?” She reached for the phone and called down. “Oh, okay.” She nodded her head and hung up. “They’re on the way up.”

There was an immediate knock on the door. Angelica grabbed the jacket to her suit, threw it on, and went to the door. Her mouth dropped the second she opened the door. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“The question is … is …” Robert Oglesby stammered, “what the hell are you doing here?” He staggered in, obviously drunk. “And who the hell is she?” he asked, pointing at Christy.

“A friend of mine,” Angelica said, shutting the door.

“I knew you were screwing around again, that’s why I hired a private investigator and had you followed. He told me you were here, and I came up to see for myself who’s been keeping you away from home.” He stared at Christy’s naked body lying in the bed. “Are you fucking her too?!” he yelled.

Angelica took off the blazer, revealing her nude body, and strutted over to the bed. “What do you think?”

Christy looked at the two of them, and couldn’t believe Angelica’s gall. She had gotten busted and didn’t care. “Uh, listen, guys. Why don’t I let you have some privacy?” she said, feeling a little awkward. She had been in some sticky predicaments before, and knew from experience that it was best to let the couple talk things over between themselves.

“Don’t leave. He wants to know what I’m doing here. Why don’t we show him?” she said, climbing into bed.

Robert slumped down in a chair, as if he didn’t hear a word his wife had just said. He took a flask out of his breast pocket, unscrewed the top, and turned it up to his mouth.

“Are you serious?” Christy whispered.

“Yep. He’s so drunk, he’ll probably think he’s watching a porn video.” Angelica turned toward Robert. “You wanna see how I like to be fucked?”

“How is she going to fuck you without a dick?” he slurred, and took another swig.

Angelica opened the nightstand drawer, and took out Christy’s strap-on. She handed Christy the erect weapon. “Watch and see.”

Christy was hesitant. Fucking Angelica at the club in front of other people was one thing but fucking her in front of her husband seemed disrespectful. Though she was in the sex-trade business, she still had a few morals left. “Uh … Angelica, I don’t think this is a good idea,” she said, looking over at Robert, who seemed lost in a drunken stupor.

“Don’t worry about him. Can’t you see that he’s stoned out of his mind? Come on, let’s put on a show. I feel like entertaining.” She laughed, with no regard for her husband.

“Well, if you insist.” Christy put on the fake dick. She had been in some freaky situations in her life, and wasn’t too surprised by the sudden turn of events. Most men loved watching women fuck anyway. She dismissed her apprehensions, and pretended like they were back at the Black Door. Christy was a pro, after all. She tuned Robert
out, while concentrating on Angelica. “Get over here and suck my cock,” she said, pulling Angelica by the arm.

Angelica slid down Christy’s body, and covered the plastic dick with her mouth. She sucked hard as if she were trying to extract cum. The more she sucked, the wetter she became. She started fingering Christy’s clit at the same time, and didn’t stop until her lover began moaning. Angelica peeked over at her husband. He had taken his tiny package out and was masturbating. “Come here, Robert.”

He tried to get up from the chair but fell back. He tried a second time and was successful. He staggered over to the bed, with his pants dragging around his ankles. “Christy, take off the strap-on.”

Christy did as she was told and handed the toy to Angelica, who strapped it around her husband’s waist. She then laid back on the bed, and spread her legs. “Come over here and fuck me,” she told him. It had never occurred to Angelica—until now—to have Robert wear a fake dick, but enjoying the strap-on with Christy made her want to experiment.

He couldn’t help but think about his earlier conversation. It was as if the waitress was psychic. She had told him to try a fake cock, now here he was strapped up and ready to go. He obeyed like a willing pupil, and stuck the tip of the dildo into his wife’s waiting pussy. He had never used a fake dick before, and didn’t quite know what to do. “How’s that?”

“Stick it all the way in,” she said, grabbing his ass, and pulling him toward her. “Yeah, that’s it,” she moaned as he began pumping like a madman.

Not one to be left out, Christy sat on Angelica’s face for a little oral stimulation. The three of them fucked for hours, and by the time they finished, Robert was no longer drunk with liquor, but drunk with lust. He had found a new toy, and used it on both Christy and his wife. He no longer felt like a “little dick loser.” Now that some of his self-esteem was restored, he no longer felt emasculated. Though it would still take him time to get over his wife’s involvement in the Black Door, at least now he’d be able to satisfy her sexually.

MICHELE OPENED
her eyes and for a brief second, didn’t know where she was. She looked around at the light blue walls, and at the brown, blue, and white comforter that partially covered her body, and realized that she was lying in Preston’s bed. She immediately glanced to her left, but he was gone. She didn’t hear the shower running, and assumed that he was dressed and downstairs working. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned. Though she had had a peaceful night’s sleep, she was still tired. Michele’s rest was interrupted when Preston tapped the bulbous head of his cock against her soft ass in the middle of the night. At first she didn’t feel him, but he continued tapping until she began wiggling her rear in response. He then slipped his swollen cock into her buttery orifice, and slowly fucked her from behind. His movements were unhurried and deliberate, like he was trying to savor every second. They moved in sync, until succumbing to a heated climax. Though she was wide awake now, Michele could still feel him inside of her. He had exercised her vaginal muscles and they were still pulsating. She was craving more of Preston, and was getting horny just thinking about how well he had worked her over. She grabbed one of the down pillows
and stuck it between her legs to stifle her rising passion. After another ten minutes of languishing in her lustful reverie, she glanced at the clock. It was minutes to eight.
I’d better get up now
. She still had to go home and change before being back at the office by nine.