"And so are you, Senator. So are you," Elaine said dreamily as she reached up and stroked Sam's forehead.
CHAPTER THREE
"Elaine? Elaine, honey, are you okay?" Wanda called through the locked bedroom door.
Elaine opened her eyes and moved her head to the right, focusing them on the small alarm clock on the bedroom dresser. It was eleven o'clock!
"Sam! Sam, wake, up!" Elaine whispered, as she rolled back and shook the big man's shoulders. "It's almost midnight, and I've got to go."
"Hmmmmm?" Sam mumbled sleepily, blinking his eyes open then reaching over and stroking her tits lightly.
"No more tonight, Senator," Elaine said, smiling broadly as she gently pushed his hand away and slid one leg over to edge the bed.
"Why not?" Sam asked, trying to pull her back into bed as Elaine struggled to get free.
"Because it's Thursday, and I've got a full day of work tomorrow," Elaine said, giggling as she managed to squirm free of Sam's tight grip.
"Working? Didn't Wanda tell you…" Sam started to ask, then sighed in disgust. "Dumb broad. She's pretty and a good lay, but not very bright."
Elaine slipped into her panties and bra, as Sam talked, guessing what he was referring to. She knew that he thought she was just like a lot of other girls – clerical prostitutes, willing to pass their snatch around to get a better position.
"Listen, Sam. I didn't fuck you just to get a better job on the Hill," Elaine said as she reached down for her sweater.
"Sure. Now look, name your price… uh… salary and you'll get it," he said, smiling broadly at her.
"Price? Price!" Elaine almost screamed at him. Her hands itched to slap him across his grinning face. Even the cheep ten dollar whores off Pennsylvania Avenue didn't have to listen this kind of shit.
"Hey, I'm sorry if I got you mad somehow but we both know the kind of racket…" Sam began as he sat up in bed and looked curiously at her.
This was a new kind of reaction to the old proposition. He'd never met a girl quite like Elaine in the sack. She was more than responsive. Fucking her was like fucking a stick of dynamite, and he wanted keep her to himself. Offering her a soft position was just what he though she'd want.
"What's going on in there?" Wanda asked in a worried tone.
"Shut up, Wanda. I'll be right out," Elaine snapped as the finished dressing.
"I can't see what I've done wrong," Sam said honestly.
"I wouldn't think you would," Elaine whispered hotly as she zipped up her skirt. "I meant it when I said I came up here just for a fuck. I don't want your good jobs. I don't want your high pay. I wanted you. But obviously that's not enough for you. You think I came up here and screwed around because I could get a raise in pay. Well, fuck you!" Elaine said, almost spitting into his face.
"Hey, wait…" Sam started to say.
But it was too late. Elaine had worked herself up into such a frenzy of anger that nothing could have dragged her back into that bedroom. She wheeled around on her heels and stalked out of the room.
"Ohhh!" Wanda cried out as she almost fell forward when the door flew open.
"Hope you got an earful!" Elaine said under her breath as she walked briskly over to the cocktail table in front of the couch to get her purse.
"Lovers' quarrel?" Peter Kuhns asked greasily as Elaine grabbed her bag and started for the door.
"Hardly. You can tell that bag of wind in there that I never want to set eyes on him again!" Elaine yelled for Sam's benefit as she motioned Wanda to follow her.
"Don't forget to ask her," Peter whispered loudly to Wanda who ran out after her friend.
"Wanda, you didn't tell me you were turning me into a hooker!" Elaine said angrily as they waited for an elevator at the other end of the hall.
"What did you expect in this town? Everybody's on the make for something. This is the least thing that goes on," the pretty brunette said as the elevator door opened.
"Hollywood is a convent compared to this place," Elaine almost growled as they rode down to the lobby.
"I doubt that. Anyway, did you have a good time?" Wanda that asked smiling slyly at her friend.
"If you had your ears against the door all that time, you should know," Elaine said as she brushed back her long, blonde hair.
"You'll get back to him, I can tell that you're really attracted to Sam Smith. And it's no wonder. He's the catch of the Hill. And from what I hear, he's hung like a horse!" Wanda whispered softly as they reached the hotel lobby.
"Keep guessing. Damned if I'll tell you," Elaine said, unable to keep smiling as she thought of Sam's dick. He had insulted her. But he probably didn't really believe her when she said she did all the fucking and moaning just for fun. Maybe she had been too quick to jump on him.
"Oh, by the way. Pete's arranging a party this weekend – Saturday night, I think. Want to come?" Wanda asked as they stepped out into the cool October night.
"I don't know, Wanda," Elaine said, wishing more and more that she hadn't blown up at Sam. He might never call her now. The cold, dark night air made her realise how stupid she'd behaved.
"Sam might be at the party," Wanda said, watching the reaction of her friend closely.
"Oh, well, I guess I wasn't planning to do anything this weekend anyway," Elaine said, feeling her heart skip a beat at Sam's name mentioned so casually. Was she falling for him? Elaine wasn't so sentimental that she dived into romance at the first fuck – or was she? As she walked with Wanda back to the Georgetown district of Washington where the two girls shared an apartment, Elaine wondered just how she would explain to Sam about her temper tantrum.
"Now, don't be surprised at anything that goes on tonight," Wanda cautioned her friend as they walked down the long hall to the familiar door at the end. Elaine wasn't paying too much attention to her friend that evening. Just a few days before she'd been complaining that she was starved for sex. Now she was contemplating an affair with a United States senator and going to some kind of swinger's party in a hotel room in hopes of finding him there.
"Hmmm?" Elaine asked absently as they reached the door.
"I said don't be surprised at what you see here. People play as hard as they work in this town," Wanda said mysteriously as she reached up and knocked loudly at the door.
"Oh, yes," Elaine said, snapping herself back to reality. She heard loud music and laughing coming from behind the door. It sounded like a lively party going on, and it was only ten o'clock at night.
"Elaine! Glad you could come! Glad you would come!" Peter Kuhns said as he invited both the women in.
Elaine smiled a little vacantly as she looked around the room for Sam. He wasn't there. A shock of disappointment went through her as she heard Peter offer her a drink.
"Thanks," she said, putting the glass to her lips and taking a big gulp. She'd need plenty of this if Sam wasn't going to show.
"Cheer up and smile," Wanda whispered to her. "He might come later. You never know at these parties."
Elaine shrugged and took a closer look at everyone in the room. She was a little surprised when she saw that there were about fifteen men sitting or standing and only three other women in the living room. For a social gathering, the number of men sadly outweighed the number of women. Then something struck her. Maybe this wasn't just a pleasant little party. Elaine studied the three women talking with a small group of men at the other end of the room. They looked a little cheap and loose.
"Wanda, what kind of party is this?" Elaine whispered as she eyed the group suspiciously.
"What kind do you think?" her friend responded, winking slyly at her.