Living in a Plutocracy

[TheOlderGuy]

Win

"I was on my way to grab my recharger for my laptop. I left it in the car."

"Well, Lane, I really shouldn't be holding you up from your work. And, um," there I go with that speechless thing again, "ummm, if you're not too tired, you should come by and we'll, uhhh, talk. Room 1313. But you're probably as beat as I am, so what am I talking about? I'm sorry, forgive me, I'm babbling."

One more time the elevator doors began to close. I was too distracted by my own confusion, and Lane was a step too far away to stop them, her hand missing by inches. I rode back up in silence, and poured a glass of bourbon.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

I head off to my car to get the charger. Damn. But his offer is a chance to ...check him out.

Going back to my room, I wonder. Should I go? Tossing the charger on the bed, I make the decision. Brushing out my hair, I dab a little perfume between my breasts and I'm punching the elevator up button.

I knock at 1313.

When he opens the door he stares at me.

"This must be the only hotel in the US with a 13th floor," I tell him.

"Come in Lane."

So I do.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Win

Throwing the bourbon down in one smooth draw, I poured another, suddenly aware that I was in that rare state of feeling sorry for myself. Oh, how I hated when that happened, but I was lonely, and well aware that the next two years would be the loneliest time of my life. And it was the worst kind of lonely, the kind that comes from being surrounded by people, but devoid of any real intimacy. I threw back the second glass, and poured another.

Knock Knock!!

Who the hell? The peephole revealed a stunning sight, Lane MacDonald standing at my threshhold. Was I ready for this? Not in my liquored state, but did I have a choice? I could pretend to be asleep. Oh, well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

"This must be the only hotel in the US with a 13th floor."

"Come in, Lane." And she does. "Yeh. I kinda like that tho. 13 has always been a charm for me, so I ask for it whenever I'm in town. I never thought you'd take me up on this. Oh, shit, did I say that outloud?" I looked frantically for a way to muzzle myself before something even more stupid came out.

"Did you want me to leave?"

"Hell, no. I mean -- well, I'm just feeling awkward. Cause you're a beautiful woman, and I'm a very drunk guy, and even in my state, I can tell that's a baaaaad combination. But I like you being here. I'm supposed to be working on a position paper on campaign finance reform. Got any good ideas?" I lifted my glass, knowing the devil owned me now. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I asked you here for a drink, and I appear to be the only one drinking. What's your poison?"

 

[spicydish]

Madeline

"Well tell me Hollie, what makes me so lucky? I know you have to be hit on by 9/10ths of the males who walk in here and I doubt any or very damned many are this fortunate."

I look up with a start, a very confused expression on my face. Where did he come up with the name Hollie? runs through my mind. Suddenly, I start to giggle and look down at my name tag. I had put the other bartender's vest on because I had forgotten mine at home and had forgotten to take her name badge off of it.

Leaning across the bar, I extend my hand, still laughing. "My name is Madeline, Madeline Snow and you are Ripley Taylor. It's a pleasure to meet you."

A jolt of pleasure runs through me as our hands clasp, and I quickly pull away, a nervous laugh escapes my lips. "Lucky? I don't know if I'd call it that. How do you know that I didn't just want to meet you because you are a celebrity?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ripley Taylor:

"Heyyy. No fair traveling under false flags, or name tags either," chuckling.

"Meee? A celebrity? Hardly. I'm just a talking new head is all, but it that's why we're here together I'll take the billing I assure you lovely lady and one hot looking helluva bartender," grinning.

"I'll sit here and shut up so you can get done quicker, but if you're interested in coming up to have a drink or three on my balcony better charge me for the makings before you ring out the register. I'll just charge it to my room."

 

[spicydish]

Madeline

"Sure, I'll join you for a drink, especially if you're buying. All you have to do is put your room number on this tab sheet and I'll gather it up," I reply while sliding the sheet and a pen across the bar at you.

"I'll meet you up there once I get everything finished up in here."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ripley Taylor:

"Whoa.. realll room service," grinning as I sign the check and add Room # 2469. (ooc:think about the number)

"I'll be waiting and the door won't be closed so just come on in and shut it behind you if I'm on the balcony and don't hear you knock Maddi and it's Rip to you okay."

 

[Annabelllee2003]

"What your having is fine Win." This is too easy really. A thousand things go through my mind as I watch him pour my drink. Does he realize how foolish he is? I almost shake my head. The position he's placed himself? The ...jeopardy? I could be anyone.

I thank him when he hands me the drink.

"Campaign finance reform? Not something I know a lot about Win, just have my own opinion and if you'd like that I'd be willing to give it to you."

I smile and sit on the sofa. I decide to get to know him. For once in my career, I do something contrary. I don't press my advantage. It's just, there is something vulnerable about him. And he excites me. Physically excites me. Another thing that I've not let get in the way of my career.

"How about we just talk. Leave off the campaign for a few hours?" I pat the sofa next to me.

"I'd slack off on the booze a little Win, that could get you in trouble."

Taking a shot at gaining a little trust, I reach up and take the drink from his hand.

"Here, sit. Let's talk."

 

[spicydish]

Madeline

Finishing up as quickly as possible, I step out of the bar and lock the door, when I notice Win re-enter the hotel, give me a wink and a nod and head towards the elevators. Another chance. Just as I am about to approach him at the elevators, the doors open and I see Ms. McDonald step out. Slipping back out of sight, I listen to their conversation and watch.

Mmmmm, room 1313 I say to myself. Lost in thought once again, I hear the doors to the hotel open and catch Ms. McDonald leaving the hotel. Stepping out of behind the potted plant, I also notice that the elevator doors have closed and it is rising. Damn, this is just not my night.

Shrugging my shoulders, I walk over to the reception desk and grab a hotel envelope and some stationary. I write a quick note:

Mr Peoples:

My name is Madeline Snow. I have a Master's Degree in Sociology from John Hopkins. I believe that I could be of some assistance with your campaign.

If you are interested in speaking with me, I will once again be working in the bar tomorrow night.

I look forward to speaking with you.

Madeline Snow

After sealing the envelope and writing Room 1313 on the front, I slip behind the desk and place it in the appropriate slot. Glancing at my watch, I realize it's almost 10:30. I'd better get a move on it.

I quickly make my way to the elevators and press the button. Just as the door begins to close behind me, I spot Ms. McDonald enter the hotel again. I shrug my shoulders and press the button for 24, wondering again where I have seen her before.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ripley Taylor:

Once back in the room I change into jeans (being comfortable I even dress as usual 'commando style sans underwear-much more comfortable that way), sandals and a t-shirt and go sit on the balcony to enjoy the spring night and look over the city and at the surrounding buildings as I wait for Maddi to come up.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Win

I pour us each a bourbon, and deliver them to the sofa, very aware that my movements have become encumbered. Lane takes my drink from me as well, and patting the sofa, "Here, sit. Let's talk."

Oh, so she's going to mother me, eh? Well, maybe that's a good thing at this point. I've jumped off this self-pity diving board way too many times. I couldn't afford mistakes now, and mistakes were probably all I am capable of in this state of mind. I sit.

She looks at me with surprising affection, and for the first time I am able to disallow my suspicions of her, probably a mistake, but I was ready to go fo that one. I study her face, not a classic beauty, but stunning in her own right, a face I could happily wake up to. I reach for my drink, forgetting that it's been kidnapped. Seeing this she smiles sweetly, and reaches out for my hand.

"I've been bad, haven't I? Are you going to punish me now?"

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Lane

"Oh, I don't punish... Win," she says as she draws his hand to her breast. She doesn't really mean to do that, but the heat in his gaze is irresistible.

Lane leans forward and kisses him lightly, tasting the bourbon on his lips. Damn. This isn't going according to plan at all. Just when she thinks she has it figured out, he goes contrary. Just when she thinks she has a firm plan, it's shot.

When he moves towards her and deepens the kiss she's startled at the intensity. When he breaks the kiss, she's breathless and really surprised at the feelings he's stirred in her.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Win

She draws my hand to her breast, much to my surprise, and then kisses me, another surprise -- but the biggest surprise of all was my own reaction. I go in with reckless abandon, and then withdraw. Lane, for once, is the one who's speechless, and as she tries to find her words I stroke her face, pushing her hair back from her eyes so that I might study them better.

She may still be of some danger to me, but at the moment she is mine, and I've sobered enough to feel assured I won't give away any secrets. And if word of this leaks out, well, damn the press. I'm running a campaign based on freedom. And we are two consenting adults, so I will make no apologies for it.

"Sorry, Laney, I didn't mean to startle you. I supposed that was outta line, but you kinda got my juices riled up, and well, you know how guys can be." The perspiration was collecting at her temples, and running down her neck. I leaned forward, inhaling freely. "Ummm, I love a good sweat. That's where the pheromones live, you know? I was thinking I could make that part of the campaign, but I don't think this country is ready for the freedom of their own sweat yet. The French are far more advanced in matters of love and diplomacy."

She laughed, and closed her eyes for an instant. "You know, Laney, the Monkey in the White House is ready to start a holy war tomorrow, but all I can think about is kissing you again."

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Lane

The mentioning of her boss makes her hesitate, her mission swims back into focus before being pushed down by his next words. She wants nothing more than to kiss him again let it go where it will.

Lane reaches for him and kisses him, opening her mouth and teasing his lips with her tongue. He lets her and then moves his mouth away from hers to nuzzle in the dampness of her neck, inhaling the light scent of her perspiration before licking it from her.

A shiver passes through her at his touch and she draws him closer, pressing into his body.

"You know sex relieves a lot of tension Win... and I don't know about you but I'm very tense." She shivers again with the play of his mouth on her neck and arches up into him.

 

[spicydish]

Madeline Snow

The elevator opens onto the 24th floor and I step out, quickly walking to room 2469. The door is open a crack just as Rip said it would be, and I call out as I enter the room.

"Rip...I'm here." No answer. Closing the door behind me, I quietly walk to the balcony. Stealthly, I reach my hands out in front of me and cover Rip's eyes. "Surprise....."

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Win

"You know sex relieves a lot of tension Win... and I don't know about you but I'm very tense."

It was electrifying, enough to bring me out of my drunken stupor. Here was a dame that knew how to kiss, and my guess was she'd know quite a lot more. OK, maybe she had some hidden cameras, maybe she was wired, maybe it was all a sham, but the more I thought about it sober, the more I wanted to taste her, ALL of her.

"Laney, I don't know how we got here, but I gotta tell you, this feels really good, and I don't know that I can stop myself from ravishing you completely. But, honestly, I'm still gonna have to throw you out in the end and write that damn position paper, and get some sleep before my morning meetings. I'm gonna feel like a real cad asking you to leave. And you're gonna hate me."

I played with the top bottom of her blouse, slipping my fingers under just far enough to elicit some irregular breathing. Maybe I was just testing to see if I was still in control. I wasn't - I already knew that. But a guy's always testing. And the exploring was fun. I looked back into her eyes, lovely lovely eyes. I traced the gentle curve of her breast down from her shoulder and under, stopping just long enough at the nipple to convince it to say 'hello'. She had the kinda nipple I loved, ready to salute at a moment's notice, and I pictured myself licking circles around it. This, dear friends, was all my boys needed to raise the flagpole.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Lane

"Toss me out eh? Well you can toss right now Win," I manage as I watch his hand move against me.

Dropping a hand to his crotch, I murmer, "Be my guest, Win. Toss me out."

Yes, he would have a shot at winning, if he stuck around long enough. He would make every fluff headed stupid woman vote for him. Sex appeal? Well, I had never been attracted to the cigar stroking idiot the numb public voted for before my boss, but this guy was in a whole new league.

"Toss me out, Win," I tell him again as my hand moves over his erection.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ripley Taylor:

I'm startled out of my reverie by two small and soft hands covering my eyes. As I reach up to grip them and begin to lunge backward into who ever it is I head a soft female voice saying,"Surprise." and relax again with a chuckle.

One wrist is released and the other used to bring you around to the side and pull you down onto my lap.

"Hi Maddi. Sorry I was thousands of miles away. I did'nt hear you come in, but I'm damned glad you did.
"Not a good idea to sneak up behind me Maddi. Sometimes, especially when not paying attention to what's going on around me I'm, well umm, a bit jumpy I guess is the best way to describe it.
"Soooooo good looking, ready for a drink or something?"

My infection on the word 'something' is loaded with sexual innuendo and my eyes slide over your body like a caress before returning to yours again.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Win

Saucy dame this was, taunting me to throw her out while she stroked my ever-growing enthusiasm. There wasn't much doubt that we had a lot of territory to explore with each other, and I thought to myself that the time for talking was over. There was no more negotiating, no more verbal jousting, no more room for subtle questions or cagey answers. We were going in.

I opened her blouse and slipped my hand under her firm breast. A sigh escaped from her thin lips, and I smothered it with a full kiss. She responded fully, and I quickly found the front clasp of her bra and released her captive glands. She began to make short work of my zipper, and the room began to blur.

I pulled her onto my lap, her legs straddling mine, and I pushed her blouse back off her shoulders, sliding her bra off in the same motion. Looking up into her eyes and seeing no hesitation, I took first one hard nipple and then the other into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tightened buds. She gasped. My hands stroked her back from bony shoulders down to the swelling curve of her ass. She arched in reaction to my touch, thrusting her yummy breasts further into the domain of my hungry mouth.

 

[spicydish]

Madaline

Rip's reaction to me covering his eyes with my hands was normal for one who is often confronted with danger. His senses keen and alert, even though he said he wasn't paying attention.

Landing in his lap was a surprise for me. I could feel the heat radiate off his body like a furnace, banishing the slight chill I was getting from the spring night.

"Soooooo good looking, ready for a drink or something?"

I smile at the "something" and watch as his eyes travel over my body slowly before they return to mine.

I wiggle around on his lap, getting myself more comfortable. Reaching over to the table beside the chair, I pick up his drink and down it in one swallow.

Licking my lips, I look into your eyes. "There, I've had a drink, now how about a little 'something'?, I whisper against your lips as my hands stray into your hair.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ripley Taylor:

"Hmmm, perhaps something along these lines," he says quietly just before his lips meet your and his hand cups the back of your head to bring you more tightly to his kiss as the tip of his tongue licks your lips.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

He mouth felt so damn good on me. I decided to throw off the job for a night – hell a few hours – it’s been so long. I have him out of his trousers and relish the heavy feel of his cock and balls. Hard and hot in my hands, already oozing with his enthusiasm.

I back off him to peel my sweats down, kicking off my sneaks with them and return to straddle his lap. Almost before I am in position he’s moving so he’s sitting more towards the edge of the sofa, launching himself with one hand at my opening and the other is around the back of my neck forcing me down and forward to kiss him again.

With a gasp he’s inside and his hands leave my neck and his cock to grab my hips and pull me down. I feel my pussy stretch to accommodate his girth and length and it’s so good. My god it feels good. Then as quickly as we came to be in this position, we slow down to savor the feeling. Rocking slightly. Letting it build. And it does build. Until I nearly scream with it.

 

[spicydish]

Madaline

As his tongue licks sensuously at her lips, they open slightly, her breath exiting on a sigh. "Mmmmmmmmm." She leans in closer, her nipples hardening as they rub against his chest. Heat pours through her body.

Her mouth opens further, sucking at his tongue. She begins to move her ass in his lap, feeling him hardening beneath her. Her head begins to spin.

Fighting for a grip on her wayward body, she pulls back. Opening her eyes, she looks deeply into his, wondering what he is thinking of her wanton behavior, sure that women throw themselves at him everyday and that she is making a fool of herself in his lap.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ripley Taylor:

"Very nice Maddi. You're lips are sooo soft and I can now definitively say more kissable than they look, and that's saying a hell of a lot.
"Why don't you kick off those high heels and relax. No more work for tonight. Now it's just relax and take it easy time," he says as his legs part a bit so you're presseding down harder on the growing swelling there.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Win

A hungry woman is a danger to humanity. Before I know it she's stripped us both of our remaining pretenses, and I'm driving the forces in for a landing. Just before we reach a total meltdown, we slow the pace and settle into a yummy rocking motion that has heaven written all over it. I lend what aid I can to the rhythm by adhering my hands firmly to her luscious ass and helping her to bear down on the forward stroke. She's a pro at this, and one that's apparently been deprived of the services of a skilled and willing partner. What a shame, but for the moment it seems to be working in our favor.

Her breasts continue to dance in my face and I grab her hard nipples between my lips each time they come within range. Licking around the tense buds, I hold onto them with my mouth as long as I can, stretching them on each backstroke until they pull loose, leaving me with only the sound of suction until their expected return. Her vaginal muscles are doing the same to my hungry cock, gripping and massaging me like I'd never before felt. Our pubic bones have become fused, never losing contact with each other, living for the variation in pressure and angle that our union has afforded.

I didn't want it to end, but I felt conflicted by the need to get some work done, and get some sleep, and the uncomfortable notion that this might be the one and only time we ever let ourselves go like this. Not willing to let it be over, I slow the pace even further, looking deep into her frightened eyes. Could she see my own fear? Or had I mastered the public face of a poker genius?