Savoring
her emotions of imminent grandeur and her several sexual triumphs today,
Christie sat anxiously with her cigarette on the blue stone terrace outside
the mansion’s main foyer.
Although
the extending acreage provided a densely secure enclosure, Christie felt her
exposure to the world far more than her naked body offered to any scoping eyes.
Little did she care to actually adorn the silk robe she grabbed along with her
smokes when she left the bedroom for the patio she frequented to satisfy her
habit. She had left David fully
satisfied after a vigorous fuck.
He was sound asleep and had been well handled.
Christie
knew how to push his buttons to incite his rage, and she loved the control she
commanded. She had confronted her
husband, Vice President David Stallworth, upon his return to the Naval
Observatory grounds in front of his Chief of Staff and closest aides. She knew that to be an immediate and
aggressive act, which David could not ignore.
“How
was your dinner with the Prime Minister?” she began her interrogation of the
Vice President as he exited his limousine. She had been waiting for her husband longer than the five
minutes estimated by her staff with drink in hand – her hand.
Christie was
already near the bottom of her third martini since arriving at the residence
and she was insatiably horny. Her
romp with Jon-E had merely lit her fuse.
She craved more. More sex. More orgasms. More control.
“What’s
the big secret he came with so urgently to Washington?” Christie probed knowing
full well that if her husband did know the answer he would never share –
without sex.
“Prime
Minister Xi is eager to speak with the President on many pending matters.”
David began parsing his lies. “He
is also a huge Rolling Stones fan and wants to attend the Kennedy Center honors
on Saturday. Xi has such nerve asking at the last minute like this…” he
continued in an obvious attempt to trivialize the request in front of his
staff.
Christie
knew that David knew that he didn’t have the power to grant that request at
this late date. Too many conflicts
would be introduced to the schedule that had been scripted for months. Adding a leading representative of a
foreign state and his necessary entourage to the guest list could only be
accomplished by the President’s office. “Soon,” she thought to herself.
“Of
course, you said ‘Yes’, didn’t you?” Christie daggered with a vicious tone of
sarcasm intended to draw first blood
The
Vice President’s reaction was immediate and utterly predictable to Christie.
After flushing blood red in the face and withholding his every breath to
restrain himself from responding to her in the presence of others, he grabbed
her left elbow forcefully and began to drag her down the hall to an empty side
parlor room. Christie smiled with
ecstasy from both the pain of his grip and the intensity of the reaction she
had just aroused in her husband.
The
scolding was a wanted command of his time and attention. She barely heard a
word he said. She had heard his
disciplinary rant many times before and it never deviated from script. Christie let him get half-way through
the well rehearsed speech about social etiquettes, responsibilities, and
expectations placed upon the Office of the Vice President which extended to his
family and ….. before putting her finger to his lips in a delicate and
effective hush.
David
knew where things were headed, and he knew not to screw it up. He silenced himself immediately and
grabbed out for his wife’s body.
Christie let his arms capture and pull her into his wanton grasp. After a deep passionate and lustful
kiss, Christie pushed herself away from David. She saw the rejection in his eyes and knew immediately that
she had full control over him. She
let his gaze sullen for several torturous seconds before rewarding him. Grabbing the tie hanging around his
neck, Christie ‘walked’ the Vice President to their bedroom as if he were merely
a dog.
After thoroughly
using him for her every commanded pleasure, she had left her exhausted husband
to a deep sleep.
Aside
from the post-coidal smoke, Christie wanted to peek inside her secret package
in the reading room adjoining the patio.
She knew her nudity would push away the eyes of her loyal staff and
security long enough to get a discreet moment to review the contents of her
dark secret trove. “Soon.” she thought to herself, again.
