“It’s no big deal,” one said. “Kelsey is a one-night-stand legend. No one stays in her bed longer than that. And she doesn't care if you're married or not.”
“Oh, but when she gets fixated... She's just like her assistant. Some people think they're having an affair.” Most of them look at the blonde who said this and laugh as if they know all the behind-the-scenes details. “She's put this assistant on an unattainable pedestal. No one dares to look at the woman.”
“I thought you were all straight,” I noted.
“There are no straight women around Kelsey,” one laughed. “Especially because it's very difficult to resist her. We always joke that there are those she's slept with, those she's going to sleep with, and those she doesn't want to sleep with. The last category is the saddest.” They smile, one comments that it was the best orgasm of her life, and I excuse myself. I see that the decorative clock at the event reads two in the morning, and I say goodbye to everyone with the best smile I can muster.
I spend a few more hours talking to people who will be important to my career advancement, and Donald pulls me onto the dance floor before leaving. Between spins, I can see that his hand on my waist is extremely restrained.
“I'm sorry about Peter,” he says as we glide to the sound of classical music. “I thought he would make a good husband for you.”
“I thought so too. Don, how long has it been since we last talked? You used to jump through my window so we could chat.” I sigh and he smiles.
“When did we grow up?”
“When you became unbearable and decided to spend more time in the library than at home.”
I rest my hand on his shoulder and, out of the corner of my eye, I see Kelsey leaning against the bar, staring at me with a beautiful smile and her glass resting on her lower lip. Clearly ignoring the people around her.
“I really changed in high school. It was complicated. Anyway. Past! I'm here and I'll be in DC.” I tap him lightly on the shoulder. “What do you want with Calama?”
“What don't they want with her, right? The woman is a lightning rod at this event. Everyone in the party wants to talk to her and convince her to invest a few million in the campaign.” I agree without saying anything. He's right, everyone is around her, and even from a distance, I can feel those green eyes moving up and down my body.
“Some play pretty dirty. See that guy over there?”
“Senator Flores, right? I remember him.”
“Exactly. He practically threw his wife into Kelsey's lap last year. His wife is Miss New Mexico. He pretends nothing happened.” I make a surprised expression with my mouth, wondering if she had accepted the wife as a bargaining chip for supporting the candidacy.
“And she accepted that?” I ask as we dance from side to side.
“Maybe she didn't understand the connection between the campaign and his wife. Or maybe she just didn't say anything. But he didn't get the support for his candidacy, even after pulling off that feat.”
I nod in agreement and excuse myself. At this hour, it would be appropriate to go to my room. I notice that Kelsey is no longer in the hall. My eyes search for her out of curiosity. I tell Don thatI'm going to the bathroom. With calm steps, I walk down the hallway, and as soon as I head for the door, a waitress tries to stop me from entering. Her hand touches mine, and she quickly lets go. I believe it's because she's afraid of the look I give her.
“I was told not to let anyone in, Ma'am.”
“Are they cleaning?” I asked. She shook her head. I pushed past her, expecting to catch a senator in a compromising position.
A large marble slab separates the bathroom door from the rest of the space, functioning like a second hallway to give privacy to those who use it. The sounds of moaning are the first thing I hear and, honestly, as soon as the waitress stopped me, it was my first expectation. I close the door carefully and remain silent until the people start to have a curious conversation, at which point I realize that they are two women.
“No, Ma'am... I...”
“You didn't do what I told you. The second I blinked, you were between his legs.”
The sound of a slap makes me shudder. However, just as I adjust my posture to intervene, a louder moan is let out by one of the two. I lean my body against the wall and try to control my breathing. I pull the slit in my dress to the side and thank myself for the ease of access to my intimacy, which immediately allows my fingers to slide through my own slit.
I sigh as I listen to the moans, feeling that I would easily come just by listening to those two undressing themselves of all modesty to do whatever they wanted in the bathroom. It is slow and torturous to follow the sound and allow my pleasure to arrive without making a single noise that would end the fun my ears are receiving.
“I did it, I have everything. He even sent a photo... Ma'am, please...” she asks between pleas and moans for something I can't quite define.
“Shh, I'm in charge of you. I pay for you. Your pleasure is mine.” The voice that speaks with more authority reminds me of Kelsey's, but I can't be sure because of the moans that heat up my body.
“I can't do it. I don't...”
“If you come, I won't let you near him anymore. Did you know he hasn't found out you're my whore?”
I'm completely turned on by hearing all this. “That's right. Obey me to get what you want.” The moans become frenzied and my body presses completely against the marble as I touch my horny spot faster. “A little more. You slut.” The last sentence comes out as an order that even I want to obey. The moans spread and I want to moan too, but I swallow the sound dryly. I take a deep breath when I feel liquid dripping and my body, almost unconsciously, follows the voices.
