Chapter 3: The Senator

Wednesday afternoon Alex was very professional; never mentioning what had happened the night before. Marissa was a little surprised. She expected a little more emotion; after all she assumed that they were now had a personal relationship as well as a professional one.

When they were finished going over some prototype web designs, Alex stated, “These look really good.” She paused for a minute. “Marissa, would you do me a favor this evening?”

“Sure Alex. What can I do?”

“I have to entertain one of our U.S. Senators and I wondered if you would mind coming along? I know it a big thing to ask, but he’s a little boring and if you came, I would enjoy myself a whole lot more.”

“A Senator? Wow, sure, I guess. But I don’t have anything nice to wear.”

“No problem. I’ll have a dress delivered to your room. What are you, a size 2 petite?”

A little surprised at the accurate guess, she replied, “Umm, yes.”

“Great! Why don’t you make a reservation to have your hair and nails done downstairs? Have them add it to your bill and we’ll take care of it. I’ll pick you up outside the club at seven.” With that Alex walked over and kissed her and then turned and left.

Marissa picked up her cell and called her husband. He thought that it was pretty cool that she was going to dinner with a U. S. Senator. She promised to call him and tell him all about it, if not later that evening, then tomorrow.

At six, Marissa was back from the salon and was beginning to worry that Alex had forgotten to have a dress delivered. She didn’t have long before she was supposed to meet her. She began flipping through her notebook for Alex’s phone when there was a knock on the door. Looking through the peephole she saw a young man with packages in his arms. “Yes?” she asked without opening the door.

“Mrs. Henderson, I have some packages for you from Ms. Dodge.”

Marissa opened the door. “Thank you just put them on the couch.” She walked over to her purse to get a tip. She pulled a five from her wallet and then decided that a twenty might be more appropriate, but when she tried to hand it to the delivery boy, he held up his hand.

“No problem. It’s been taken care of. But I do need to get a signature,” he requested.

She signed the slip, thanked him, and let him out.

There were three boxes and two small paper bags on the couch. Marissa opened the shoe box first. Inside was a gorgeous pair of red strapless high heels. The next package contained lipstick, a much brighter red than she usually wore, blush, mascara, and a silver eye shadow. Really curious she opened the largest box. It contained a red dress. After lifting it out, she held it up and almost blushed. It was draped extremely low in the front and in the back. “Well so much for wearing a bra,” she said to herself. A small box contained a red evening purse, and she pulled a package of tan sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose and one with red thong underwear out of the last paper bag.

Marissa shook her head in wonder. “Well, she’s thought of just about everything.” Sitting down at the makeup table, she began removing her existing makeup and thought about spending the evening with Alex.

In a half-an-hour she’d finished applying her new makeup. Looking in the mirror, she did have to admit that she looked really good. She undressed and pulled the panties and pantyhose out of their packages. The thong was nearly transparent and after putting it on she looked into the mirror and could see her bush and slit underneath. It made her blush with pleasure. When she pulled the pantyhose from the package it was so soft and sheer that she knew that she would probably have a run by the end of the evening.

She balled up one leg and carefully pulled the hose over her foot and up her over her calf muscle. She loved how sensuous the silky hose felt as she pulled it up her leg and then she repeated the procedure with the other foot and then stood and pulled each side up her thighs and up around her waist. The pantyhose had no seam in the crotch and hid nothing. The only seams were across her toes and they didn’t hide the little flowers that were painted on her toenails during the pedicure.

She picked up the dress and noticed the tag was still attached. She gasped; it had cost well over a thousand dollars. Should she tuck the tag in so that they could return the dress after tonight or remove it? The latter wasn’t her style, so she decided to remove it and clipped the plastic tie with nail clippers.

Her back was to the mirror and before she pulled on the dress, she looked at her backside. The thong string went up her ass crack and of course didn’t hide her round butt cheeks. She was proud of her body and turned to admire her pert breasts before stepping into the red dress.

The dress fit her like a glove as she pulled it up her body. It was short and came to just above mid-thigh. The front was open all the way down to her navel. Standing, she posed in front of the mirror and felt herself blush. “Damn I look good, but I’d better be careful bending over,” she murmured. Again, she looked in the mirror and turning around she saw that the back dropped nearly to the elastic band at the top of the sheer hose.

She opened the purse to put her makeup inside when she noticed that it contained a thick brown envelope address to Senator Dodson marked Personal. She held it up to the light, but couldn’t see through it. It seemed surprisingly heavy. Perplexed she thought that perhaps Alex had put it there to make sure that the Senator would get it. She put it back in the purse along with her new makeup. She would ask Alex when she picked her up. At ten to seven she put on the high heels. “If only Brad could see me now,” she said as she looked at her image in the mirror. “He wouldn’t let me out the door,” she giggled. “Well, this is Las Vegas, “ she thought silently.

Emerging from the elevator, Marissa noticed that every male and female in sight turned and watched her walk by. She felt like a movie star as she walked toward Alex.

“Wow! You dress up nicely,” exclaimed Alex as she kissed Marissa on the cheek. “I can’t wait to eat you up,” she whispered.

Marissa felt herself blushing. “You look beautiful,” remarked Marissa. And Alex did even though she wore a much more conservative, ankle length evening dress. It was draped in front to show off her cleavage and had a slit up one side, giving a glimpse of her long, elegant legs. Although Alex truly looked beautiful, Marissa was aware that she out-shown the older woman and was a little proud of herself.

Outside, Alex directed her over to a limousine, idling at the curb. “The Senator’s meeting us at the restaurant.” Once inside Alex picked up a box and handed it to Marissa. “Here, these are on loan for tonight.”

Inside Marissa found a beautiful diamond necklace set in white gold with matching earrings that held several small diamonds in a string. There was also a diamond tennis bracelet and an ankle bracelet. “They’re beautiful!” she exclaimed, overwhelmed. She completely forgot to mention the envelope in her purse as Alex helped her put on the jewelry.

Alex put her hand on the back of Marissa’s neck and pulled her into a kiss. After their lips parted, she said, “You look so hot you’re getting my pussy all wet. I can’t wait until we get rid of the Senator.”

“Another kiss like that and you can call your Senator and cancel,” replied Marissa.

Alex smiled. “Marissa, I can’t thank you enough for coming. I would appreciate it if you were especially nice to the Senator. He’s very important to us and we want to keep him happy.”

“I feel like I’m going to an opening in Hollywood. This should be fun,” she said enthusiastically.

“I hope so; the Senator isn’t quite as bad as I made him sound and after we dump him, we can go back to the hotel together and have some fun. I’ve ordered a bottle of champagne for later.”

Marissa smiled, “Sounds even better.”

They arrived at the restaurant and again Marissa felt all of the eyes turning to look at her and Alex as they were escorted to a private room in the back.

“I’d like you to meet our most important Senator, Marissa this is Senator Dodson.”

“Charmed Marissa,” said the sixtyish Senator as he took her hand. He was tall, handsome looking and with a bit of grey in his hair to make him look distinguished and Marissa’s initial impression was very positive.

Once they were seated and their drink orders taken; the Senator was having Maker’s Mark on the rocks and both Alex and Marissa chose pinot gris, the Senator said with a smile, “So Alexandria tells me that you’re a programmer.”

“Yes, it’s true,” she said with a depreciating smile.

“Well, you certainly don’t look like a programmer,” he beamed. “God, she’s perfect, “ he thought to himself. “Cute as a button; she could pass as a teenager and married to boot. Rockford really picked a good one this time.“

Marissa smiled. “What’s a programmer supposed to look like?”

“Oh, you know, wire rim glasses, pocket protector, that sort of thing.” Everyone laughed. The waiter arrived and Dodson ordered an expensive bottle of champagne. He was having trouble keeping his eyes from wondering to Marissa’s chests and she looked down demurely when she caught him looking. She saw Alex winked at her out of the corner of her eye.

Marissa didn’t really mind the Senator staring at her chest; after all her dress was terrifically revealing. Still, she didn’t want him to get the wrong idea, so she looked at his face to get him to raise his eyes. “It must be interesting to be a Senator,” she commented.

“Oh, it is,” he replied as he lifted his gaze, “but I get tired of all of the fund raising all of the time. It’s a wonder that we have any time to get anything done.”

Alex casually turned to her and asked, “Oh Marissa, I almost forgot, do you have that envelope for the Senator?”

“Oh, uh yes.” She opened her purse and handed it to the Senator.

“We certainly appreciate everything you do for the state,” Alex said.

Marissa was a little taken aback at her role in this exchange and before the Senator slid the envelope in his suit coat pocket, he opened it and she saw that it was stuffed with hundred dollar bills.

Halfway through dinner Alex’s cell phone rang in her purse. She took it out and looked at the caller id. “Excuse me I have to take this.” She got up from the table and moved across the room, nodding her head as she listened. Disconnecting, she returned to the table. “Senator, Marissa I’m so sorry but I have a crisis at one of the clubs that I have to resolve. Marissa, would you mind entertaining the Senator for me until I get back?”

“Uh sure. Of course not. It will be my pleasure.” She smiled at the Senator.

“If I can’t get back right away, I’ll send the limo back to pick you up. Again, my apologies Senator.”

“Oh, no problem. I’m sure that Marissa can keep me entertained.” He smiled, showing big white teeth and a twinkle in his eyes. So far, the evening was going just like Rockford said it would.

After Alex hurried from the restaurant, Dodson asked, “I noticed your wedding ring. Is your husband here with you?”

“No, he couldn’t get away. He’s still in San Diego.”

“Oh, too bad. I assume he’s working.”

“Yes, he’s a tax attorney.”

“Sounds a little boring,” smiled the Senator.

“It does, doesn’t it?”

“So how long have you been married?” asked Dodson.

“Nearly five years.”

“Five years? Did you get married when you were fourteen?”

“No,” she blushed. “I guess I look a little young for my age.”

“Oh, I think that you look perfect.”

“Thank you Senator.” Her blush deepened.