What Goes Up...

Harriet's torso bucked at the pleasure performed on her aroused body. She wrapped her legs around Sonia's head and thrust her lower body upward. Sonia's crushed ears felt the first muscle spasm, then Harriet's inner thigh muscles trembled uncontrollably as the first sign of her approaching climax rushed upon her. Sonia felt Harriet's body shudder as she climaxed.

Sonia ceased moving and released her subjugated lover. As Sonia left to take a shower Harriet looked away and curled her legs up into a tight ball.

Sonia had nearly finished washing when Harriet drew back the glass door and stepped inside the warm, humid cubicle. Her arms went around Sonia's hot, wet skin and she embraced her; kissed her wet cheeks, her eyes, nose and mouth. She locked her lips to Sonia's in a kiss that melted Sonia's heart.

**********

Three months into their torrid affair and Sonia told Harriet that they had to part for just a short time. Aunt Augusta - her only close, living relative and who had raised her for a short time - was seriously ill.

"Of course you must go to her, Sonia."

That was two months ago - now she was back in Washington.

**********

Realizing that she was soon to meet her lover again, after such a long period of sexual abstention, Harriet became increasingly aroused during the remainder of the day.

She was not able to book a room at their usual hotel. A convention had taken all the available accommodation. She tried several others until at last she succeeded.

Unable to speak to Sonia on her mobile phone, she reluctantly left a message with Sonia's answering service. She hated the condescending tone of the managers voice.

"Katrina's Answering Facility, Frances speaking, how may I be of service to you?" said the woman.

"I wish to leave a message for Sonia," said Harriet, using the clipped monologue she usually reserved for bumptious waiters. "Please ask her to meet Juliet Stevens tonight at eight at the Russell Hotel here in Washington. Thank you."

She hung up, not wishing to hear another word from the obnoxious Frances. Nothing was going to spoil her day.

She had used their code words - Juliet Stevens- for a lover's liaison. Sonia knew to ask at the hotel desk for any messages under the Stevens surname. Once Harriet registered she would write down her room number and seal it in an envelope and mark it for collection by Juliet Stevens. Sonia would then know which room Harriet occupied and, when the coast was clear, she could go up to Harriet's room at any time.

Her heart skipped a beat. A feeling of elation, like that of a High School girl on her first date, washed through her.

After so many weeks of loneliness she felt ecstatic. She was alive again.

**********

Robert and John struggled through the crowded early evening singles bar to a corner seat reserved for his use a few hours earlier. Almost immediately they were served by Randolph.

"Well, good evening Robert," he said, in his gay effusive manner. "Will you introduce me to your friend or shall I make the necessary introductions?"

"Good evening Randolph, this is John - John Phillips. John this is Randolph our waiter for the evening. He'll provide you with anything you want and I do mean anything."

Robert ordered two beers to drink and a bottle of single malt scotch to take with him later.

Their conversation for the next hour revolved around John who sensed that this was an informal get together for the Senator to find out what made him tick.

During John's account of his lost virginity a distinct hush quelled the general hubbub in the room and both men raised their eyes to see what was happening.

A woman had entered the room.

Now, there are those women who crave attention, those that get attention and those who demand attention. This was a woman demanding and receiving the attention of every male in the bar.

She wore black leather high heels that encased her small feet; feet also hugged by black silk stockings that swelled up from the ground embracing her long shapely legs and strong thighs to disappear under her petulant pink, crotch length, lamé mini-skirt. It almost revealed more than it concealed. Her sheer, see through, satin blouse, tucked into the waistband stretched over her large, full upthrust breasts highlighting her proud nipples and their surrounding darker areolae. Around her throat hung a slender red choker, set with a single, large, sparkling, diamond.

Her makeup accentuated her high cheek bones. A wide generous mouth, graceful nose, large dark brown eyes and broad forehead, set onto an almond shaped face. Her long up swept red hair flashed with the reflection of a few tiny diamante as too did the diamond earrings almost hidden by the tiny strands of coiled hair that hung gracefully beside her delicate earlobes.

For a few seconds she surveyed the hushed assembly, then, her mind made up, she strode directly towards the washrooms situated at the rear of the building. People parted in front of her, seemingly like a hot knife through butter. Once she had disappeared inside the toilets a buzz broke out that swelled to a crescendo.

Robert, looked directly at John whom he'd noticed had kept his eyes on her body for every second.

"Would you like to make love to her, John?"

"I reckon so Senator, though my salary could never buy her love."

"The cost is irrelevant, however my question still remains unanswered."

"Yes, Senator I'd love to make it with her."

Robert stood up and beckoned towards Randolph who came over immediately. The Senator whispered what appeared to be instructions and as Robert sat back down, Randolph summoned a waitress. She listened intently, nodded her acceptance and disappeared towards the ladies washroom.

"What was all that about, Senator? What are you cooking up with Randolph?"

"Patience, my boy, patience."

Minutes later and the sea of bodies began parting again. 'She' emerged to stand at their table. Robert immediately stood and ushered her between himself and John sitting on the richly padded bench seat. Her heady perfume beguiled John's already inflamed senses. He couldn't hear above the din what initially passed between them but realization dawned when Robert ordered a round of drinks and he was introduced.

At first he wasn't sure what melted his heart, her smile, or the warmth of her hand caressing his inner thigh. From then on she somehow controlled the conversation.

Both men had difficulty averting their gaze from below the table as her short skirt inevitably revealed in the dim light a slash of red hair.

Between her thighs she was naked.

Robert leaned over and in a muted tone said to him, "John take care of our guest for a few minutes. I can't be seen leaving with this gorgeous creature but I'll meet you both, in your room, in thirty minutes." Robert stood up holding the bottle of Scotch contained within the ubiquitous brown bag.

"Well, it's been a pleasure ma'am," he said, aloud. "See you tomorrow John. Nine sharp. Have a good evening."

John waited a discreet ten minutes. They walked through the bar, arm in arm, fully aware of a throng of admiring stares.

Amazingly, their entrance into the foyer of John's hotel went unnoticed. No one saw them enter the foyer or get into the elevator.

**********

Harriet arrived at the Russell Hotel twenty minutes early.

She wrote her room number on a slip of paper and left it in a marked and sealed envelope. Taking her room card-key she went directly up in the elevator to the sixteenth floor. Her early arrival was to physically pamper her body for the evening's passion but more importantly to attune her thoughts to the questions she wanted to ask Sonia. Her answers would ultimately affect Harriet's future.

She was determined to leave Robert and ask Sonia to share her life instead. It was a huge leap for a woman prepared to forfeit her marriage and career for the love of another woman.

As she removed her clothes and slipped into a sensual silk thong teddy she thought of what she would say and how she would say it as the evening, and their lovemaking, progressed. A gentle tapping on the door interrupted her thoughts. She was ready.

"Yes, who is it?" she asked, her voicing quivering slightly.

"It's me, Juliet. I have some papers for signature and hoped we could EAT somewhere later on," came the husky voiced reply.

Harriet threw open the door smiling broadly, a knowing sparkle in her eye, at the last remark.

"Come in 'Juliet.' It shouldn't take long to finish our business then of course we can EAT."

She closed the door and they hugged each other affectionately.

Their kisses lasted an eternity until Harriet broke free and stepped back to allow her eyes to feast on her lover. Sonia had other more urgent ideas and slipped easily out of her clothes. Naked she stood before Harriet's lustful gaze. Harriet quickly slipped off her silk teddy. The warmth of her smile tinged with a slight mixture of anxiety.

Sonia knelt down, her eye's level with Harriet's neatly trimmed and perfumed pussy and asked, "Can we EAT first?"

Their laughter filled the room, dissipating the sexual tension surrounding the two naked women, and as Harriet took hold of Sonia's head she stepped closer to Sonia's moistened lips.

"Eat now, drink later, lover," she whispered affectionately.

Sonia wrapped her arms around Harriet's upper thighs. With one knee on the floor and one leg bent at the knee she lifted Harriet off the floor and walked the few steps to the bed where she tossed her body onto the bedspread.

"In comfort, Harriet," Sonia retorted wickedly.

Sonia's tongue, lips and fingers busied themselves furiously between Harriet's outstretched legs. Her perfumed and hairy pussy was new to Sonia's remembrance of their past love making. It excited and aroused her to know that Harriet had taken the trouble to provide a different scenario for her exploring tongue.

Harriet had hoped to prolong their initial round of love making. Such a long time without love had left her craving and coping with her sexual excitement throughout the day had left her moist. She whimpered with sexual emotion as she climaxed after a few pleasurable moments.

To both women it was a relief. Sonia knew instantly that Harriet had been faithful to her while away and Harriet had at last been granted what she had yearned for these past two months, together with the firm knowledge that Sonia could still arouse her passion.

Raising herself up on both elbows, Sonia said in a voice rasping with incredulity, "So quickly my love? Have you missed me so very much?"

"Oh, Sonia. You have no idea just how much I have longed for your touch. To you that may sound unbelievable but I have yearned for your return. I've been counting the days," she said, embracing the warmth of Sonia's body alongside her own. "Today has been one of the happiest I can remember for ages."

For a time they caressed and kissed. Each kiss becoming longer and deeper until Harriet broke free and sat astride her lover's belly; bending down to kiss and twirl first one nipple then both in unison. She slowly inched her way down to lie outstretched with her face buried between Sonia's legs.

Sonia's own feelings during the day's wait had had their effect on her. With Harriet orchestrating her body's intense physical emotions she rushed towards her own sexually charged climax. She trembled and shuddered under its fierce warmth and impact, clasping Harriet's hands to her aching, pink flushed chest.

Together they showered, washing each others body, feeling familiar flesh and wallowing in their arousal. Fingers instead of tongues stimulated their passion. Their emotions inflamed and ignited they cried out together during simultaneous orgasm.

Back in bed again Harriet produced their favorite brand of Scotch which they drank deeply.

"Sonia?"

"Yes, Harriet."

"Earlier I had prepared myself for what I wanted to ask you tonight but, for the life of me, I can't remember how I was going to ask you."

"What is it my love? What's so important that you needed to rehearse a speech beforehand?"

"Sonia... I... I would like us to be together always and... and to that end I'm prepared to divorce my husband and give up my career to be with you," she blurted. She turned towards Sonia, her eyes searching for the right reaction.

Sonia sat up. Her pallor mirrored in the white pillow.

"I understand your motives Harriet and my feelings for you run strong and deep but I cannot live with you."

"Why not?" implored a distraught Harriet whose world was beginning to crumble at the edges.

"Because in the world where I live our love would not survive."

A premonition surfaced in Harriet's mind. It found her heart as she whispered, "What world are you living in Sonia?" She searched Sonia's eyes for some clue. Her lover looked away and down at the floor as she spoke. Harriet heard the words distantly, her world came crashing around her and tears welled and ebbed from her eyes.

"Call girl?" She mouthed the words but heard no sound. "Call girl? I don't understand. Sonia, why didn't you tell me. Why? Oh, no, no, say it's not true?" she wailed.

Sonia clasped Harriet's hands saying, "I'm sorry Harriet so very sorry. How could I even begin to tell you. Stop a moment. Think. Put yourself in my place. How do you tell the one you love that you will stay faithful to her but the work you do means that promise is broken twice daily."

"Leave me alone. Don't rub it in. Please leave me alone."

"Oh fine, I see. When the going gets tough you cave in Harriet."

"Please, just go. I'm not giving up on us. I need to be alone to come to terms with what you've said."

"Fine Harriet. You come to terms with it and give me a call when you're ready to forgive me."

Sonia rolled out of bed, stood up and began dressing. An awkward silence followed until Sonia had dressed and applied some make-up then opened the door.

"'Bye Harriet." Not waiting for a reply she closed the door.

Click.

Sonia's exit echoed in Harriet's head.

Silence.

Harriet drank the remaining Scotch. The how and why of Sonia's bombshell statement resounding in her mind. She fell into a drunken stupor from which she did not surface until early the following morning.

**********

Sonia left the hotel in a hurry, emotionally drained. She had not meant to get sexually involved with anyone but Harriet had met her at a time in her life when she had needed someone's shoulder to cry on.

Someone other than Frances - her Madame - or her younger, slightly less attractive, sister who also enjoyed life 'on the game.'

Out of habit Sonia had picked up Harriet's room card-key and placed it in her bag. The key was for her sister. For a while, it would provide her with a room she could use with her own client's and at no cost.

Sonia walked idly along the bustling Washington sidewalk, soon realizing that she needed to use the bathroom. She stopped outside a singles bar and as the door opened to disgorge a young, smiling couple, she caught hold of the door before it shut and went inside.

Taking stock of her surroundings she knew her presence had made an immediate impact as most male eyes in the crowded room swiveled their heads towards her. The hubbub muted and, as she glimpsed the bathroom sign, she was aware that she knew at least one person in particular from the forty or so people gathered there.

The irony was - she had just left his wife.

**********

On the fifteenth floor of the Russell Hotel, Senator Edwards quickly prepared for an interesting evening's sexual interlude, unaware of his wife's presence in a room on the floor above his.

He added an extra five minutes to their agreed thirty, then walked the short distance down the deep carpeted corridor to John's door and knocked.

The door opened onto subdued lighting harmonized with some late night music emanating from the bedside radio. He walked in and John, naked, closed the door behind him.

Sonia lay gloriously nude on the bed; her skin, burnished and tanned, was in stark contrast to the hotel's white linen.

"Have you guy's started without me?" Robert jokingly asked, as he undressed surprisingly quickly.

Sonia swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. Her eyes locked with his. "Not so fast Robert," she said, huskily. "You don't mind if I use first names do you? I find 'titles' or surnames sometimes get in the way of business."

Robert's ears pricked at the word 'titles.'

"John told you who I am?" he questioned, rounding on a defenseless John.

John palmed both hands saying innocently, "Hey, not me Robert that's more than my job's worth."

"No nothing like that," she continued. "It's just that the circles I move in, you get to meet a great number of important people at various functions. I met your wife, Harriet, a few weeks ago. That's how I know you, Senator Edwards. I believe we agreed tonight's 'entertainment' at two thousand dollars with payment in advance. Do you have that amount with you or would you like to charge it?"

"Cash my dear, here," he acknowledged, handing over a wad of banknotes.

She counted the money and placed it safely inside her bag.

"It's time to play boys. What do you fancy John? I see you've been busy while we've been talking," gazing at John's erection.

"It's okay John, this one's on me. Make love to her anyway you want. But make sure she comes first," he said, pouring a stiff drink. "I'll watch."

For Robert the next half an hour proved sexually stimulating. His eyes missed nothing and his enormous erection captivated Sonia's attention. Her eyes watched him as he stroked his manhood.

John proved a worthy lover and although most prostitutes showed every sign of pleasure in order to provide their client with the erotic stimuli to come, Sonia never did. She enjoyed her work too much and took sexual pleasure whenever she could. This ocassion was no exception and John's urgent, rhythmic thrusting, in the usual 'missionary' position, aroused her.

She came; thrusting her pelvis up to meet his perspiring flesh. She groaned long and low in her throat. It was enough to bring John to orgasm who cried out and thrust deeper for a few strokes then rested. He lovingly kissed her and she responded.

"Well done both of you. Have a deserved rest, then we can continue."

Sonia showered. They drank some more Scotch, joked; briefly discussed a few topical news items and as usual the men asked various questions about Sonia's trade. It was around this time that John fell soundly asleep on the bed.

Robert suggested she accompany him to his room so John could rest.

They dressed adequately for their short walk and made their way without incident to Robert's larger suite. Whilst Robert used the bathroom, Sonia quickly inserted his card-key into the false bottom of her handbag, then, turning on the radio to a late night music channel, she proceeded to enact a slow, sensual dance routine that always impressed and aroused her clients.

Within moments she was nude and Robert had the proudest erection of his life.

Their love making provided each partner with the sexual gratification they needed to fulfill their desires. As their sweat streaked bodies approached simultaneous orgasm Robert's hands closed around Sonia's neck as her head hung over the side of the bed, her arms trapped beneath her body. Clenching his hand in an orgiastic cataclysm of sexual emotion Robert clung to her throat as she bucked and trembled beneath him. In his mind, time stood still, as he continued to thrust and grip his lover. He came and came again until his penis went limp and he dropped down from his plateau of pleasure.

His eyes met hers.

She was dead.

The staring, limpid green pools, gazed lifelessly at the ceiling. He groaned and rolled away.