Chapter 42: The Senator Visits Rita & George

After reaching the fourth floor, the Senator exited into the corridor. It was lit slightly more than the basement, by two overhead fluorescents. He found suite thirteen and was about to push the buzzer when he.thought to look at his watch.

Not yet eight.

He knocked softly. There was no response, and he knocked again, loudly. He heard a mumbled male voice: "Yeah?"

"It's me, George," he said.

"Who? Talk louder, asshole!"

The Senator grinned. That was George. He waited. Footsteps, then the knob.

The door opened, part way, and his friend's head appeared in the doorway. It was outlined by the light from within; then the door opened wider. George gazed vacantly at the Senator, bleary-eyed. He stifled a yawn and squinted. Then his eyes widened.

He exclaimed, "Senator! It's good to see you, old boy!"

He opened the door wide. "Why so fucking early?!"

The Senator stepped in. George appeared older than he had over the Christmas break. His paunch was more noticeable, and for the first time the Senator noticed that the thinning brown hair on George's head was streaked with gray, and his jowls were more extended. The deterioration in his looks seemed noticeably more than it had been just a few months ago.

I've put on weight, but there's muscle under my flab. I look better than men half my age. Women still can't resist me. Poor George resembles my basset hound, Balderdash. It's fortunate for him that the Academy is here. He doesn't need his looks anymore to fuck the coeds and high school girls that he goes for.

His friend was dressed in a black bathrobe, loosely tied with a sash, and wore slippers over his bare feet.

Ellsworth grasped and pumped his hand. "Did I wake you, George? I apologize."

"Not quite, Senator, but it's a fucking good thing you knocked! Wake Rita at this hour, and she'll cut off your balls!"

The Senator replied, "I don't doubt it, George. I regret the hour, but I've been up all night. I couldn't sleep and I won't, not until I make a proposal to you-actually to both you and Rita."

We both know that Rita wears the pants in this family, but I see no need to rub it in on my friend.

"Do you now!" George exclaimed, returning his grin. "When my old buddy comes to me with a proposal, it means the long green. Well, either that, or a good time. Since we're here on the island, I suppose it's a party-right, Senator?"

"No titles, George, please. Prescott, to you and your sister. The three of us go back too far to be formal with each other."

"You can say that again. I remember when you first got elected to Congress. You were at our house a lot..." he smiled slyly; "to confer" (he emphasized the word) "with Dad."

That elicited a smile from Ellsworth.

"Your father is still a big contributor, George."

His host led the way into the living room. Ellsworth noticed several changes in the room, including four new ceiling chains with manacles at their ends.

Better and better. A pair for the blonde and a pair for Judith!

He also noted two racks, a standard pillory and an aitch, each constructed (he presumed) of light oak. They occupied the center of the room and were coated with so many layers of varnish that they reflected light from a nearby table lamp. In a corner he saw a horizontal metal bar, provided with four handcuffs mounted in its base. It was a convenience for either a whipping or for easy access to a girl's two nether orifices.

A pity that none of the three is in use.

The wall-to-wall carpet was new; its color was jet black, into which red and yellow dragons were designed, and had a pile that looked nearly two inches thick. It was pseudo-oriental, and Ellsworth had no doubt that it had cost Rita several big ones, but it really did look tacky.

Rita's taste was florid. Ellsworth had ignored such external matters when he'd first met Rita, many years ago. She'd been in her twenties. In those days, she was beautiful, voluptuous, and absolutely irresistible. As for her shrewdness, he'd admired it even then.

Even at twenty-two, which had been her age then, Rita would do anything, as long as a pot of gold was there. Of course, she had eventually obtained everything-position, influence, and money.

Ellsworth thought that she would have become more conservative with age, but the decor in the room was jarring.

It's like her taste in apparel and jewelry.

The wall pictures were Van Goghs which, in a suitable setting, would have been attractive. Here, they clashed bizarrely with the dragons.

He looked at the enormous nude painting of Rita that was opposite the windows and well-illuminated by the natural light. It had been done many years ago. What a knockout she'd been! Her tits, even today, looked good. Now, he supposed, they were party tits, remodeled by some top-notch plastic surgeon.

Rita and George's suite was located on the west side of the central corridor, while the Senator's own suite was on the east side, the same as Crane's office and rooms and, like his, overlooked the green jungle canopy.

Here in Rita's suite, the glass that took up most of the opposite wall overlooked the sea. At this early hour of the day, the water below was dark. He could hardly see the waves. During any clear evening, however, the sunset from the window would be spectacular.

"Is Rita still asleep?" he asked, glancing at the two closed doors on their right. As he recalled, her bedroom was the one overlooking the water.

"Who knows?" George replied with a shrug.

"She could be up by now. Rita plays with her new toys every morning." He grinned. "And every night, too."

"Her toys?"

I hadn't thought of that. She may not have room for the blonde and Judith.

"Her friends are green with envy," George said; "For once, Crane got what she's been bugging him for, two real hunks ... She's having a ball, Senator!"

"I'm not surprised, George. As long as I can recall, she's been in Crane's ear to get her a male with a huge tool. Did she get her heart's desire?"

"She did with the older one. The kid's prick is more my size, Senator, but aside from that, he's a hunk. Actually, they both are." George smiled. "You won't believe this, but Rita keeps both of them horny."

Ellsworth raised his eyebrows. "Impossible! As long as I can remember, George, Rita has been insatiable."

"Not if she had reason to tease. Rita never fucked a business prospect if it was more in her interest to keep him horny. You know how she levered guys."

"These are two slaves, George. She has no reason to keep them horny. She must fuck them."

George shrugged.

"She'll rides on one for a while but switches before he can come. You know how she is, Prescott. She loves to bust balls."

"How does she satisfy herself?"

"Well, as I say, she switches from one to the other. But when she comes, it's mostly from using the kid's mouth."

"Ugh!" The Senator grimaced, and he felt his stomach turn. "That's sick!"

George laughed.

"I forgot how you felt about muff-diving, old friend. I could never figure you!

"Do you remember that time at a party at my frat? You bet those two coeds that they wouldn't do each other."

Ellsworth nodded. "At that age I didn't believe they'd do such a thing. I put up two cee notes, offered one to each of them. I was foolish. What made me really mad was that I couldn't afford to throw away two hundred bucks."

George laughed. "Well, you got something for your money. Watching them sure the fuck turned you on!"

"That was different, George. It's the idea of my doing it that revolts me. Or, of any man. Let's drop the subject."

"I don't think Rita fucks as much as she used to. If I walk in on her unexpected, I'm more likely to catch her playing with one than fucking him."

"Are their cocks impressive?"

"When I saw Ed's, I was more envious than when I saw yours for the first time."

Ellsworth didn't like to hear that.

Ellsworth was vain about his member. He had been, ever since the age of sixteen, when the wife of his high school football coach had, in evident astonishment, told him, "Pressy, yours is bigger than Jack's!"

Coach Hammer had been a big man, larger all around, and at least two inches taller than Ellsworth had been, then. Perhaps Ellsworth's cock wasn't a prizewinner, but it was larger than the few other erect cocks that he'd seen.

"But not the younger one's?"

"It's average. If we got a tape measure and compared hard-ons, I'd estimate that his would match mine, if I were circumcised. But the kid is about eighteen. Aside from his medium-sized cock, he's a hunk."

George grinned. "As a matter of fact, when I'm in the mood for a..." he began, but his voice trailed off.

Ellsworth was about to ask him what he intended to say, but they had been distracted by the sound of clinking china from the open kitchen doorway.

"Your sister is up," the Senator said.

"That's my slave making coffee. Crane's staff put in a breakfast nook since you were last here. Rita and I don't bother to take breakfast in the Dining Room anymore."

"Now I remember!" the Senator said; "You purchased a female in the last auction. I'll have more to appreciate than just the coffee."

"Prescott, if my memory serves me, you take cream and two sugars, right?"

"I'm cutting down, George. Cream, but only one sugar."

The Senator followed him into the kitchen. The odor of fresh coffee was appetizing, and Ellsworth inhaled deeply, feeling his salivary glands working.

"I make the little cunt get up a half-hour before me to start the coffee."

"Has she been through all of Crane's training?"

Ellsworth saw a petite long-haired brunette, whom he guessed was in her late teens, placing a large platter in a cabinet. Her back was to them, but he could see that she had a narrow waist and a delectable ass that her long tresses nearly touched.

"Those handcuffs make her job difficult," the Senator noted.

George nodded. "She's clumsy, but if she spills anything, I whip her."

The table was in a booth-type alcove. Ellsworth took the farther bench, which allowed him to observe the girl without turning his head. The girl's tresses, so glossy that they reflected light from the overhead fluorescent, hung far down her back and contrasted well with the white of her gown.

Her garment was a virtually transparent nylon babydoll pajama.

She turned in their direction and, from the dark triangle in the region that interested him, he was sure that it lacked panties. He could see that her breasts were large for her figure and from the way they projected, they had to be very firm.

He thought of grabbing and squeezing them. It was one means by which the Senator often compelled an attractive female to comply with whatever he was in the mood for.

The girl lowered what appeared to be a pitcher and a sugar container. She leaned over the counter until her back was horizontal, holding a coffee grinder with her handcuffed hands. Her ample breasts squashed upon the counter. She then straightened up, and stretched onto her tiptoes in order to replace the grinder in the cabinet.

In that position, the raised hem gave him a complete view of creamy buttocks. When she bent over the counter, it provided him with a view of rosy lips, the outer ones of which were outlined by an ellipse of down, as jet black as her tresses.

"Robyn!" Ellsworth called.

The girl jumped, and she turned to face them. Seeing the Senator, she curtsied.

"Y-Yes, Master?" she said.

"I was just testing my memory for names," Ellsworth responded. "I remember you from the auction. Your body is appetizing."

She colored. "Th-Thank you, Master."

Ten or twelve feet separated the breakfast alcove from where she stood, but the light over the sink illuminated her enough, and the Senator could see the hue of her breasts through her thin garment.

The Senator turned to his friend. "She's gorgeous. I love those tits."

His cock felt like it was going to burst from the cotton of his trousers.

"Me too," George replied. "When I'm at an auction, the female's tits are the first things I look at. At the last sale, that blonde-Sheila--was my choice. She has great tits, D cups at least."