Chapter 4

Once I came down from the mind blowing high that my conversation with John had put me in, I had a shower and called Mel. It was still early in the evening so there was time to do a little sightseeing before we left tomorrow. I wasn’t going to bother Pru. Because I had the feeling that she was going to be occupied by Mr. Jim Kelley’s attentions all of the time that we lingered in DC.

The voice on the other end of the phone said, “Yeah! Whatcha want?” Mel has the same qualities as her parrot, in that she can’t resist entertaining people through her ability to mimic. Apparently, she was channeling Bronx, New York. I laughed as usual and said, “Do you want to get some dinner? I can meet you downstairs.”

The voice switched to a heavy Mayfair accent and said, “That would be delightful m’dear. Where and when do you want to meet?” I said, “How about the lobby in an hour. Dress casual” and hung up laughing. Mel is the happiest person I have ever known, and her good cheer is infectious.

I was thinking that I wanted to do something that was prototypical Washington DC and based on my research I had decided that Georgetown would be the place. Georgetown was a city on the Potomac River well before Washington DC even came into existence. It was fully incorporated into Washington at the end of the 19th Century. But it still exudes a charm that is decidedly lacking in DC itself.

With Georgetown University situated at the far western end of the place there is enough of the elite college atmosphere, and the accompanying student body to give everything along M a campus flavor. That doesn’t mean that the energy that radiates from the halls of power isn’t lacking in the various eateries along M Street. It’s obvious that a lot of deals get done over the steaks and wine in that little district. It is just that the ghost of old Georgetown and its many interesting residents still lie there underneath the power playing.

I was John’s woman. But that didn’t mean I planned to dress in a Burka. So, I wore something appropriate to the occasion. That took the form of a pair of very tight jeans and a sleeveless silk top that displayed about an acre of cleavage. I also had on a pair of patent leather pumps with a four-inch heel. My choice of footwear would definitely differentiate me from the coed set. Since those girls all mostly wore running shoes.

Mel was in something prototypically Mel. She had on her usual pair of FMPs. When you are only five feet tall you need a little lift and she can walk in those things like they are house slippers. The shoes were a perfect supplement to the tightest pair of white pedal-pusher slacks.

She rounded out her appearance with a top that was silk and sleeveless like mine, except it was in bright fuchsia. If she did not have perfect dark skin the thing would have bled all of the color out of her. But on Mel it was stunning. Of course, Mel also had her impressive girls hoisted up to “stun” which in her case made every man in the lobby stop and gape. It is amazing what a huge pair of tits does to the male mind.

We drove down I-66 and crossed the Potomac at the Key Bridge, which is named after the guy who wrote the Star-Spangled Banner. His house is next to the bridge on the Georgetown side, that little historical tidbit kind of typifies the zeitgeist of the entire area. We found a place to park down by the old C&O canal on 31st Street and walked up the hill to M.

I had heard that the place to observe Georgetown nightlife was from the rooftop of a restaurant called the Old Glory. It was the middle of the week and relatively early in the dinner hour. So, we got a table right at the edge. It had an amazing view of the main intersection of the district and the crowds of tourists, townies and Georgetown students were putting on a show below us.

I am not big on barbeque, which is the main fare of the place. But Mel had never had anything like that. So, I ordered us a sampler along with a couple of drafts. I am also not a beer fancier, but I wanted my exotic little friend to get the full American experience.

Of course, I had forgotten that Mel was raised Hindu. So, the plate of ribs that the waiter unceremoniously dropped in front of us was not only disgusting to her; it was downright sacrilegious. She recoiled from the table as if the waiter had put a severed head in front of her and said, “What is this!!??”

I tried not to laugh. Mel is a sweet and even-tempered person and it would be cruel to presume on her good nature. But ordering something like that for somebody with Mel’s cultural heritage was a total faux-pas on my part. I said, “That is a typical American delicacy, something called spareribs.” She looked with disgust at the collection of pork rib bones dripping sauce and said plaintively, “Can you have them take this away please?”

I said, while gesturing to the waiter, “Certainly, but keep the corn bread and beans and we can make a vegetarian meal out of that.” We sipped the American beer, which was repulsively bubbly, like soda water. I am used to good hand-pulled nutty tasting English ale and this stuff was both too cold and also too fizzy. We nibbled on the corn bread, which was actually pretty good, and watched the crowds below us.

I was tired of watching people on the street and Mel was still eyeing the Americans who were feeding around her with mistrust. I suppose watching a fat guy gnawing on the rib bone of an animal that your religion considers impure; or in the case of beef ribs sacred, would be a disturbing experience for anybody. I am not sure what she thought about the people who were doing the eating. But it was almost like she thought that they were going to eat her next.

I asked her if she was still hungry. I was going to suggest that we walk up Wisconsin to Martin’s Tavern if she was. That place might resemble a lowlife Irish bar. But serious deals have been cut in its booths, by everybody from Harry Truman to Richard Nixon. In fact, LBJ was rumored to use the place more than he did his own office. Mel looked a little green and said she wasn’t hungry anymore. So, I said, “How about a place that has a lot of men?” That perked her up.

We walked back down the hill past our car to a place called Washington Harbor. It was one of those chrome and glass monstrosities that pass for a mall in the U.S. It was not exactly peaceful, but it DID have a general air of excitement. We found seats at an outdoor terrace right on the Potomac. We could see Roslyn lit up on the hill across the river, with the planes droning in low on their approach to Reagan International.

The view up the Potomac past the Kennedy Center and Lincoln Memorial was vintage Washington at night. From the Washington Monument, all lit up, to the lights of Arlington across the river, it was an impressive sight indeed.

The two of them were walking down Jefferson Street, out for an evening of hunting women at Tony and Joe’s. They did this almost every night in the summer. Both of them were Georgetown educated and they were frequent beneficiaries of the night life down at Washington Harbor.

The main advantage of living in Georgetown was that they knew where all of the best fishing holes were. And the tourist/undergraduate crowd up on M Street was never productive, at least for a couple of guys approaching 40. So, they did their hunting at Tony and Joe’s.

When they went to a place like Tony and Joe’s, the huge shortage of available single guys always worked in their favor. That was because the women there were mostly in the six-figure class salary-wise. And they had little spare time to meet men. The boys knew that a direct and immediate come-on from a couple of good-looking fellows was mostly always successful. And since their version of “living the life” was a lot of sex with herds of willing women, their condo up Jefferson Street was set up as a babe lair rather than a residence.

It contained the mood setting stuff as well as all of the little pharmaceutical helpers that every single male predator needed to score with the ladies. And these two scored big-time almost every night. Tonight, they were looking to expand their harem of satisfied and eager clients. So, they wanted to hook up with whatever new target of opportunity presented itself.

Tom was the talker. He was a rangy, good looking guy who had done the entire Georgetown trek, from undergrad to Law School. Billy was the new kid in town. He had graduated Summa from Georgetown Law. But he had only really lived in the district for the past five years.

Billy’s specialty was the strong silent type, who projected intelligence and power. He knew that if he opened his mouth any woman, he was with would quickly discover that he didn’t have anything to say. So, he mostly just let Tom talk. And he was happy to devour any scraps that fell off the table.

Both men were totally blown away by the sight that confronted them when they walked out on the deck overlooking the Potomac. Sitting at a table were the two hottest females that they had ever seen in Georgetown. And Tom and Billy had been trolling the bars there for years.

The tall one was absolutely perfect. She had a face like an angel, so flawlessly proportioned and gorgeous that it took their breath away. But it was the body that they couldn’t take their eyes off of. She was taller than average. But muscled in a way most women simply can’t achieve. Her legs were stunning in their painted jeans.

Most women with such an athletic body are seriously lacking in the boobs department. But the side view that the boys had of this one’s tits indicated that she was almost as bountiful boobs-wise as her much shorter friend. The woman simply radiated beauty, intelligence and class; the kind you don’t often see outside of Hollywood. Both guys wondered if she was in DC for some kind of movie shoot. Then they looked at her companion. If the first woman exuded remarkable beauty and sophistication, the other one was a study in erotic sensuality. She was dark complected with long shining black hair. Her huge expressive eyes were enticing blackholes of female magnetism and her mouth was downright lascivious. But it was those precipitous jugs that kept them riveted.

The tall beautiful one was eye-catching but there was something about the other one that was even more striking. It was probably the once-in-a-lifetime size of her tits. But it might have been the subliminal sexual energy that just poured out of her. The beautiful one would probably be a great fuck. But this one would be an unrestrained wildcat in the sack.

They had to have them and since they never failed to get what they wanted the only question was who got who. Tom was much taller than Billy and it looked like the beautiful one was doing most of the talking so he “volunteered” to take her.

Billy was not so sure that he was going to allow Tom free access to such a rare beauty, and he looked at him with some hesitation. Then he took a second look at her little companion who at that point was leaning back in her chair while she laughed. Those monumental mountains were pointed straight up in the air and literally quivering. All Billy could think of was the joy of trying to scale those things. He looked at his friend and said with a smirk, “After you.”

I had ordered a double Johnny blue for myself. I felt like I had earned it. And Mel had a Cosmopolitan. She normally orders the oddest drinks for any setting. But for a change she was being serious tonight. I think the horror of her dining experience was still affecting her.

Of course, the inevitable happened. We were sitting at a table enjoying the humid Washington summer night when a couple of 40-something gentlemen asked if they could join us. They both had the stink of big-time preppy lawyer all over them, but we had dressed for effect and these looked like a couple of prospects to add to our bag.

I said, “By all means.” Mel scootched her chair over. That caused her incredible bosom to bounce in disturbing ways. The shorter guy nearly drooled on her. I turned to mine, who was a tall, extremely distinguished looking lawyer type and said in my plummiest, most Oxford academic accent, “And who are you two? Do you do important things for the American government?” They both preened like peacocks.

The one I was talking to said, “We work the Hill for several large corporations. We are what the press calls Lobbyists. But that is such a pejorative term. Our role is to make sure that our client’s point of view is represented in America’s Democratic Process.” I thought, “Yeah right, by handing big bags of cash to the right people.” But I said, “That sounds fascinating, can you tell us about it?”

I basically just wanted to finish my drink and leave, and I thought the guy could fill in the time by educating me on how lobbyists think. What I hadn’t counted on was that he and his friend would immediately start to hit on us is a serious sexual way.

I don’t know what they hoped to accomplish. I know that both of us are very hot items and I suppose those two were used to women falling for the big money spiel. But I am personally wealthier than some small nations and Mel could have easily bought both of those two clowns with what she had in her checking account.

On the other hand, I consider it my life’s duty to put creeps like that in their place. So, I turned to the one next to me, whose right hand was slowly making its way beneath my arm and onto my right boob and said breathlessly, “Five million dollars is an inconceivable amount of money. I can’t imagine HOW you could personally handle that kind of cash. How do you manage to sleep at night?”

To say the least, I was not impressed by the guy’s game. I was actually thinking five million was half of what I inherited when I was twenty. I have added a zero on the end of that with my investments over the past six years.

Nonetheless, he puffed up like a mating walrus at my statement and proceeded to regale me with stories about his many big scores. His hand had finally made its way to my protruding nipple, which he was rubbing up and down with his finger through the silk of my blouse. I had to admit it was slightly stimulating since his ministrations were extending it. But my prevailing emotion was irritation.

I looked across the table at Mel who had a strange far-away look in her eye. Her companion’s left hand was nowhere to be seen but I could guess where it was from the way Mel was breathing. I know that Mel can get a little slutty, if she is being played right and this guy was apparently doing a good job of turning her on.

I tried to act like I didn’t notice that I was being felt up as I downed the rest of my drink and stood up, shedding my newfound friend’s hand as I did. I had not come here to subject Mel and me to being mauled by a couple of aging adolescents.

Instead I smiled seductively and said, “Thank you for the educational evening but we really have to go.” With that, Mel snapped back to reality and said, “Time to go dear?” She was still doing Mayfair although there was one point in her conversation when I thought I detected Alabama.

My guy hopped to his feet and said. “Please don’t go. The evening is still young, and we have a beautiful condo right up Jefferson Street.” He almost looked like he was pleading with us. I suppose the giant tent in the front of his pants was the thing that was motivating him. I said, “No, we have a really early meeting tomorrow and we have to get back.” I had paid for my drink with an American Express Black Card. I hoped “Daddy Warbucks” noticed that.

Tom was experiencing the most sensual feeling; without actually getting naked, that is. The beautiful one, whose name was Hilley, had allowed him to snuggle her into the pit of his arm. It had taken a little time and talking but Tom was nearly seven inches taller than she was and so it seemed almost natural that he would drape his arm over the back of her chair.

She had the most amazing English accent. It was one that he recognized as the accent of the English educated elite. That surprised him. He wondered what somebody like her was doing in DC. Nevertheless, his biggest surprise on approaching her had been her improbable eyes. She was relatively dark, almost Italian looking but her eyes were the brightest shade of azure blue.

They were blue like the Arctic Ocean and the intelligence reflected in them was intimidating. There was also considerable humor flickering back there, like lightning on the horizon over the sea. He had the momentary thought. “Was she laughing at him?” As he talked, he had sneakily worked his hand around her amazingly well muscled back and under her arm. It was now resting right where the strikingly full swell of her right breast began.

He felt satisfied that she had not noticed what he was doing at that point. So, he decided to “go for it”. He was making a vigorous point to the entire group at the table. As he made his point, he transferred his hand from her rib cage directly onto the side of her right tit. She seemed to notice THAT, but she said nothing. Encouraged, his little messenger began to meander further up her surprisingly bountiful breast flesh. As he felt her firm breast, He upped the estimate from “C” to a “D”. When his finger got to its objective, which was the nipple of her right breast he felt it rock hard and protruding perhaps a quarter inch.

He began to twiddle his finger back and forth over it, feeling the heat through the silk of her clearly very expensive blouse. As he did that it grew to almost acorn proportions and he felt her squirm. His erection was threatening to break his zipper.

In the meantime, Billy had turned so that he was almost facing the exotic one, whose name was Mel. He had been making forceful points to her about his work and how difficult it was. She was regarding him with the deepest most penetrating look. Her black eyes almost looked like marbles.

He thought to himself, “She’s fascinated by me.” Then something passed through her gaze that was reminiscent of the shadow of a Bengal Tiger stealthily hunting its prey in some Indian jungle. He had a momentary thought of, “that’s disturbing” but she gave him the hottest sexual glance he had ever gotten, and all thoughts of threat passed.

Earlier, he had put his hand on the top of her rock-hard thigh. He was slowly inching it further up her leg toward her sex. The heat coming from that area was tremendous and he could almost smell her arousal. She seemed to be locked into his gaze, her chest heaving with passion, hypnotized like a bird with a snake. Then he felt a light touch on his throbbing cock while at the same time she pulled him into the deep pool of her eyes like she wanted to drown him. He was mesmerized by the feeling of her hand moving lightly up and down on his straining erection as she stared into his eyes.

Then he suddenly realized that she was trying to make him cum in his pants, right there in the restaurant. The look in her smoldering eyes was replaced by the tiger that had always been lurking back there. He finally saw it, just as the most embarrassing thing imaginable happened.

At that point the tall beautiful one announced that they had to go. Mel acted unhappy at having to leave him. But Billy knew that she was secretly licking her chops after a successful kill. Tom jumped to his feet. The size of his erection was almost as embarrassing as the stain that was spreading on the front of Billy’s pants. It was still hidden underneath the table thank God. He knew that he would have to sit there for a while before he moved.

Both men wondered if they had been intentionally set-up by two women who were actually so far above them sexually that they were entertaining themselves by putting the boys in their place. It was humiliating to be treated like that, especially, for a couple of macho men. Of course, the entire lesson only taught the two of them to be more careful in selecting the women they preyed on in the future. It would not change their behavior.

On the way back to the Ritz I asked Mel what her guy was doing to her and was it actually turning her on. She said, “No dear. He only had his hand on my upper thigh. But I really wanted him to think that he was going to get lucky. So, I moved MY hand over onto his cock and stroked him a little bit until he came. Men are so much fun to manipulate.”

I smiled and said, “You are a heartless little minx, aren’t you? She laughed merrily and said contemplatively, “Well yes, I guess I am? So where are we going tomorrow?”

I said, “Kelley was pretty mysterious about it. But I think it is important so get a good night’s sleep and dress-up nice tomorrow. We are flying out tomorrow night and we are going to be back home in England the morning after next.”

I pondered that odd statement as I said it. My parents are Americans. I am an American. I was raised here. Yet I consider England my home.

Kelley steered Prudence back to the room. He wanted to have a serious talk. But she was not in the mood for serious until she got what she wanted from him, which was a rematch of the night before. It wasn’t that she was feeling that horny. It was almost a scientific experiment on her part. She actually wanted to find out for sure if what she was afraid of was true.

Prudence Hobart had resigned herself to never feeling close to a man. The primary reason was that she had never met a man who was even marginally close to who she actually was. She was a tough, disciplined officer in Her Majesty’s Foot Guards. She was an experienced counter-terrorism operative with a distinguished service record stretching back almost eight years. She had the sophistication of an Earl’s daughter and the street smarts of a London whore, a character she often played to perfection.

She might not be as purely intelligent as Hilley, or a savant of human behavior like Mel. But she was in a league of her own when it came to her perceptiveness, jaunty self-confidence and her downright personal cunning. On top of all of that she was a remarkably beautiful and sexually attractive woman.

She could discount all of the men she was assigned to seduce in the line of duty. Those were prey, not companions. She had never had the slightest feeling for any of her fellow MI-5 operatives. Those were either reedy bureaucrats, or the kind of thug that you would expect to find in tough physical government service, mostly ex squaddies.

None of her noble friends came close to the level of seriousness that was at the core of her being. They were mostly stereotypes of the over-entitled denizens of the upper-classes that BBC sitcoms liked to skewer. And most importantly there was nobody who approached her level of dangerously lethal ability.

That was until she met Jim Kelley. She knew the instant that they locked eyes that he was a peer and a potential life mate. He was as stunningly handsome as she was beautiful, and as street-smart and arrogant as she was. He was a trained alpha-male killer and he looked it. The menace that just radiated off him was palpable. And it was clear that there would never be a situation that Jim Kelley wouldn’t rise to.

His organization and execution of today’s raid was masterful and the fact that he chose to take-on the role that had the greatest personal danger was just like Prudence in any leadership situation. His strength and cool performance during the confrontation probably saved lives. Things could have gone extremely sideways if it were not for his masterful assumption that the people he was confronting, just simply HAD to surrender to him.

Prudence had been sitting up there on that hill thinking to herself, “This is somebody I can give myself to with pride.” Nevertheless, she had not survived as long as she had without being cautious. So, she wanted to test that feeling just one more time before she did. Now was the time to do that.

As Kelley started to say something to her she said, “Shush!!!” and literally ripped her blouse open revealing her tightly-gathered, perfectly feminine breasts and her lithe upper body. There was not an ounce of fat under her silky porcelain skin. She unsnapped her bra as she gently pushed Kelley backward with the other hand. The foolish man was still trying to say something to her. So, to shut him up she decided to rely on her two most effective friends, Neal and Bob.

She knelt down and unzipped him. Then she inserted what she dug out of his jockeys into her mouth and began to bob up and down on it. Prudence was practically a Zen master of the blowjob and she knew that her extremely talented lips would make him stop talking. Likewise, it would be horribly impolite for her to talk with her mouth full. He gave a low guttural growl and grabbed the back of her head, guiding her efforts. She worked him over until he was actually gasping with the feeling and then stopped and pushed him completely on his back on the bed. She would have control of this fuck.

Kelley was trying to explain that he wanted to work out some exclusive accommodation in their relationship. Pru was simply not paying attention. She dropped to her knees, unzipped him and proceeded to blow his mind with the kind of cock sucking that he thought no mortal man would ever be forced to endure. Her beautiful face was stoned with lust. Her extraordinarily deep and intelligent eyes were totally focused on his. And she was giving his cock incredible sensations of warmth, movement and wetness.

Kelley gave up talking. He growled from the bottom of his soul, grabbed that thick sheaf of blond hair and began to pump into her. She was making loud moaning noises reflecting her sheer pleasure at making him lose control like that. Just as he was about to explode, she grabbed his cock and squeezed hard. The contractions stopped almost immediately but he felt like he was sporting an iron bar for a penis.

She shoved him backward so that he was lying flat on his back, legs still on the floor. She bunched her skirt around her waist, climbed up on the bed in her hippy woman’s way and impaled herself on him to the hilt.

Prudence felt him slide up into her all the way to the top, and then a little further. They both groaned loudly. THEN she began to buck and gyrate like a crazy woman, emitting little hypersonic shrieks as she did it. She could feel her insides instantly begin to boil and the pressure building in her lower stomach was getting unbearable. She was so aroused she was literally dripping on him.

When her orgasm hit, she felt like she had lost all conscious control of her body. It was like she was going to fly apart. In order to keep her sanity, she fell forward on him clutching herself to him in a way that almost merged the two of them into Shakespeare’s classic two-backed beast. Then she just pumped and humped uncontrollably and shrieked as the waves of pleasure passed over her. She felt as thoroughly fucked out as she had ever been. That was the point where Kelley decided to take control.

Kelley was feeling himself getting out of hand as this incredible woman brought him to a level of arousal that most alpha-men would never admit to achieving. He was about to explode in an ecstasy of coming when his partner went off on a shrieking, quivering full body shaking orgasm like he had never seen a woman have before. And he had witnessed hundreds of orgasms in his long sexual history. She writhed and pumped frantically, and her legs gripped his hips like she was a rider and he was a horse jumping fences. Then she collapsed on him pressing herself into him like she wanted to merge their bodies.

Even though she had finished her orgasm, he had not even started his. That was because he wanted her in a way that would let him give himself maximum selfish pleasure. So, he forcefully withdrew from her, her shout of anguish could probably be heard in the lobby. Then in one powerful motion he turned Pru’s still very limp body around and tossed her face first on the bed. Her arms were over her head. Her face was buried in the mattress, and her long blond hair streamed down her perspiring back. Her beautiful round ass and shapely rock-hard hips were hoisted in the air and she was arranged doggy-style with her butt waving high in the air.

He grabbed a couple of pillows and jammed them under her to hold her so that her perfect pussy was ideally placed for him to enter her to the maximum depth. Then he inserted himself until he felt his groin smack against those two incredibly hard, jutting buns. It was an easy entry, aided by the first round of their love making. She grunted and then growled like an animal. He withdrew. As he did, he saw the indescribably round fullness of her ass and the perfect muscular breadth, where her hips merged with her incredibly tiny waist.

The only thing he could think of as he looked at that breathtaking view was the juiciest apple on the tree. He then began pounding into her and she shrieked with outright abandon. Her butt was so rock hard that it didn’t even ripple as he ground into her. As he bottomed out, she grabbed two handfuls of sheet bucked and then literally ripped the sheet apart in her ecstasy. He continued his vigorous pounding. But he knew he wouldn’t last long at that frantic pace.

She was shrieking rhythmically and literally humping the pillows in time to his bottoming out in her. Then, he began to come in ways that actually hurt his balls. She arched her butt a full two feet up in the air and off the pillows, in effect jamming him as far into her as it was possible to get him. She held that rigid pose in some sort of muscle crunching spasm, while her insides were frantically churning around him. Then she collapsed forward.