"All right," Peter said crisply turning on his heels and walking away.
"You just stay here, baby. I'll get your things, and we can get out of here," Wanda said, putting her arms around Elaine's naked shoulders and squeezing her tenderly. Elaine didn't say a word. She just nodded, then turned her head away from the staring crowd. She felt so strange. She couldn't believe that a dog had just licked her off! It wasn't possible. Not to Elaine Schaff, little Elaine Schaff, the girl who was going I make Washington her career… her career? Elaine almost laughed out loud. She could feel her cunt churning away, still contracting from the violent come of a few minutes ago, the only kind of career a woman had in his town was fucking. Go along with a man, and you'd make it here.
"Come on, babe. Just slip into the dress and get out of here. Worry about the bra and panties later," Wanda said, handing Elaine her wrinkled dress.
She dressed quickly, thanking God that few people were paying any attention to her. The three women remaining were obviously call girls, and they'd begun working for their pay now. Two were blowing a couple of older men, while the blonde who had helped in Elaine's degradation was leading two men into the bedroom Wanda had been in.
"God, let's go," Elaine begged her friend as she unlocked the door and staggered out into the hallway.
CHAPTER FIVE
"How could you get mixed up with people like that? HOW?" in cried out as they reached the hotel lobby.
"Shhh!" Wanda cautioned her friend as they walked quickly through the tiled lobby. "People'll stare if you keep shouting like that," she whispered.
"I don't care, Wanda," Elaine said, feeling herself pulled quickly into the first set of revolving doors.
"Okay, we're outside now," Wanda said, sighing in relief.
"You know what they did to me up there?" Elaine cried out, feeling hot tears spring to her eyes.
"I've got an idea," the brunette said. "But before you get off into some big moral speech, let me tell you a few things first. Honey, this isn't Sunnybrook Farm. A lot goes on around this town. If you want to stay around for a while, you'll better get used to it," Wanda said, starting to walk up the street.
"But this kind of thing – with dogs. And YOU. Wanda, YOU!" Elaine cried out, grabbing her friend tightly by the right arm.
"I've been doing things like this for years, honey. If you want to get anywhere around this place, you'd better conform fast," Wanda said, looking blankly at her friend.
Elaine let the brunette go and followed her silently home to their apartment in Georgetown.
She couldn't get to the shower fast enough. As the warm water washed over her body, Elaine shuddered as she thought about what had happened in that hotel room. Safe in her own apartment, the blonde couldn't believe that she'd responded so strongly to that Shepherd's tongue. As Elaine soaped down her crotch for the third time, she swore that she'd never let another animal touch her again for as long as she lived.
"It's Senator Kuhns," one of the girls in the steno pool whispered to Elaine as she finished typing the financial statement report for the division chief.
"So what?" Elaine said, trying to keep down the blush of shame that was burning her face. It had been over three weeks since that disastrous night at the hotel.
She hadn't seen Kuhns or any of his gang since. But she hadn't seen Sam either. He'd called several times, usually from out of town. Election year was coming up, and he was flying back home to head up the beginnings of his campaign drive. Wanda was busy going from one party to another. It all resulted in a string of lonely nights for Elaine. Sam's calls were nice and thoughtful. But they weren't any kind of substitute for a good, hot stiff cock. A few times Elaine played with herself while he talked to her, tweaking her stiffening clit as he told her how her was jacking off at the same time. Something like that sounded childish, but it was the only thing she had.
And as for Wanda, Elaine didn't trust going to her friend's parties any more. The brunette moved around a fast crowd – too fast for Elaine. Besides, even after what had happened, Wanda was still thick with Senator Kuhns. Somehow, her friend had a hold on the old man and was using it to further her career in the capital. Elaine suspected that it was some kind of blackmail. She wanted to ask Wanda what she had on Senator Kuhns. But the blonde didn't want to have anything more to do with him.
"He's on some sort of investigating committee. He's got the boss scared shit-less," the girl said as she glanced at Elaine, then back at Kuhns.
Elaine wanted to crawl into her typewriter. The old fart had spotted her, and was smiling at her. "You know him?" the girl asked.
"Vaguely," Elaine said carelessly as she pretended to be searching for something on her desk.
"He's got a kinky reputation on the Hill," the girl said, backing away from Elaine and going back to her desk.
Guilt by association, Elaine thought to herself as she glanced back at the startled secretary. Whatever the girl was thinking she was probably right in part. Elaine couldn't deny what had happened before. She was just to make sure that it didn't happen again.
"He's coming this way," the girl behind her whispered. Elaine looked up and saw Senator Kuhns swaggering slowly up to her. His oily grin and glazed, deep-set eyes made her cunt contract in disgust. To think that she'd wrapped her lips around the cock of a creep like this!
"Hello, Elaine. Busy?" he said, leaning on the front edge of the desk and panting heavily on her.
Elaine was afraid that he'd reach up suddenly and make a grab for one of her tits.
"Senator, please, I'm…" the blonde started to say.
"Don't be so reluctant, my dear. Don't forget, the only way you're ever going to get anywhere is to play along," the old man wheezed softly in her right ear. "Ask you friend Wanda."
"What Wanda does is her own business. I'm through with your sick little games," Elaine said between her teeth, refusing to look up at the man.
"I expected you'd be a little reluctant," Peter sighed, moving his right hand slowly across the desk top to Elaine's left wrist. "So you like to play it straight? What do you think your friend Sam would think if he knew…"
An electric bolt of shock ran through Elaine's body. She dropped her pencil and jerked her head up, staring into Senator Kuhns' grinning face.
"You wouldn't – you couldn't, without giving yourself away."
"I'm going to be quick and blunt, Elaine," Peter said, glancing around carefully. "Everybody in this town knows what I like. They may not approve of it, but they don't say a word. I'm too powerful, my dear, to worry what Sam might or might not think. But I'll bet you wouldn't be on his Christmas card list for long."
"He doesn't mean anything to me," Elaine said, hoping that she be would be believed.
"That's not what I heard from the grapevine. Christ, you whores are all the same. Show you a little affection, and bingo, it's romance," the old man chuckled.
"I don't have to listen to this," Elaine said sharply as she started to get up from her desk.
"Just take it easy and listen to me. You keep up this Pollyanna game of yours and you can kiss goodbye to any kind of relationship with Sam Smith, believe me," Peter said meaningly.
Elaine felt her heart pounding faster and faster as she sat back down at her desk. She barely knew Sam Smith. They had been together only one night, and Elaine had to admit that she was looking more and more forward to those calls. Granted, all that wasn't much. But it might be the beginning something, and Elaine didn't want to lose it.
"Okay, you win. What do you want?" Elaine said, digging her fingernails into her palms in disgust as she refused to look up at the chuckling Peter Kuhns.