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Washington
“Adrienne” by Egor Mayer, ID1080299144 licensed from Shutterstock.com
I CONSIDERED driving from Chicago to Washington, DC, but my lovers soon convinced me that was a dumb idea. Not only was it a drive of 700 miles—alone—but then I’d need to deal with parking in DC and we’d had experience with how difficult that was. So, Monday morning, we dropped Anna and Ronda at the train station and Toni at school. It was Anna’s first day orientation, even though she would regularly be working only Tuesdays through Thursdays. Patricia and I stopped for a light lunch and then she dropped me off at the airport. I was lugging my full camera set up with me on this trip, but had to check my cameras this time because the 727 into DC didn’t have a luggage rack for coach class.
I locked the cases securely before I checked them.
It was less than two hours from O’Hare to Washington National. Once there, I caught a cab into town to the Plaza Hotel and checked in. Adrienne had encouraged me not to meet her at the airport because she was flying in to Washington Dulles and it was twenty-five miles out of town. She left Los Angeles about 8:30 in the morning and wouldn’t get in until after 4:00 in the afternoon. I reminded myself it would be a three hour time change.
Once I was checked in, I carefully hung my suits and shirts. I’d become pretty skilled at packing with limited wrinkling. I decided to take a walk and shoot some tourist photos. I was only about six blocks from the White House. Unfortunately, it was still occupied by Tricky Dick. His campaign had managed to completely obscure the Watergate break-in by his staff by coming down on Thomas Eagleton’s mental health until McGovern had to replace him on the Democratic ticket with Sargent Shriver. I reminded myself that Ronda and I needed to request absentee ballots for the election in November. I believed we’d be in Mexico at the time.
After taking a few pictures, I walked around The Ellipse and then down to the Washington Monument. The last time I was here, the National Mall was packed with people protesting the Vietnam War. It seemed strange to me that it was fairly empty while the war was still going on.
I walked up Virginia Avenue and took a few pictures of the Harry S. Truman Building where the Department of State was located. I guessed I’d spent enough time being a tourist and went to rest up in my room. It was almost six o’clock when I got a call from Adrienne in the lobby. I rushed downstairs to greet my mistress and escort her to our room.
“My sweet Fifi, welcome to Washington, DC,” I said as I led her into our room. It was really quite nice for not being a suite or anything. As soon as we were inside, she turned and I wrapped her in my arms for a long luscious kiss.
“My master, I am so happy I could come to you this week,” she said. “Do you wish me to be naked?”
“Oh, I do, but not yet, sweetheart. You must be exhausted after traveling all day. We should find dinner and then get you into something more comfortable. Do you want to unpack first?”
“If it pleases you. I will have time to have my clothes pressed tomorrow if you wish me to leave them in my bags.”
“Oh, no. I already got my things hung up. I was surprised that you wanted to come in so early since I’ll be working in the daytime for the next three days and the dinner isn’t until Wednesday evening.”
She opened her suitcase, which I saw was much more orderly than when I’d spanked her a few months ago for its condition. I knew she’d thrown that together the last time so I would have a reason to punish her.
“Every moment with you is worth the wait,” she said. “We can go to dinner whenever you are hungry. Remember, for me it is only three-thirty. It was a six-hour flight, but I lost three hours in the air.”
“Tell me how things have been in Los Angeles since you returned in August?”
“Production spooled up rapidly during the summer. All the location scenes were done in Tenbrook by the end of August. September and October have been all studio work. Your friend Lorraine was cast and has been doing everything she can to expand her role. If it wasn’t so late in the production, she’d probably succeed. But it will be a good intro to the industry.”
“I wasn’t sure she’d be a good fit,” I said.
“Oh, I think Reg would find a place for any actress you recommended to him. He’s completely enamored with Renée. And Fran can walk on water as far as he’s concerned. She’ll do well.”
She finished unpacking and closed her suitcase. She carefully placed lube, her healing cream, and our favorite paddle on the bedside table. “Just in case it’s needed,” she said. Then she lay down on the bed next to where I was sitting.
That was a wonderful invitation and we kissed, letting ourselves renew our acquaintance with our fingers and our lips. I didn’t want to get too involved before we went to dinner, though. I hadn’t really eaten any lunch, and was getting hungry. I knew that once I started removing her clothes, I would not want her to dress again to go out. I’d heard of a famous old grill in DC and I guess we were just lucky that we could get in without a reservation made way in advance. I went to the host at The Old Ebbitt Grill and asked for a table for two. He started to ask if I had a reservation when he caught sight of Adrienne. He stopped short.
“Certainly, sir. If you could give me just a moment to make sure the table is set,” he said. He disappeared and was back in two minutes to lead us to a table near the back of the restaurant. “Sir. Miss. Your waiter will be with you momentarily.” He actually kind of bowed to us. I was impressed with the level of service already.
“Cocktails?” a server asked at my elbow.
“Would you like something, Adrienne?” I asked.
“Oh, let’s just have wine with our meal,” she suggested. I turned to the server and he quickly left and returned with a wine list. I looked over the menu and was a little shocked at the prices. It didn’t seem like any of the food was particularly exotic, but the prices were. I was tempted to have one of their burgers, which I’d been told were also outstanding. I decided on the spicy sausage garganelli, a pasta dish. We ordered an appetizer of crab and artichoke dip and I consulted with Adrienne regarding what wine we should order. She’d decided to have salmon, but said the preparation would stand up to a bold red. Her suggestion was the Saint-Émilion Grand Cru.
I ordered and we held hands across the table as we chatted about the travel. When the wine arrived, the sommelier opened it at the table, presented the cork to me and poured a sample. I don’t think I’d ever tasted a wine so perfectly balanced and smooth. He poured our glasses and suggested we let it breathe a few minutes.
“Compliments of the chef, Miss Baudelaire,” he said. My eyes popped open.
“You’re known here?” I asked my beautiful mistress.
“I didn’t think they would remember,” she said, blushing and hanging her head.
“That is why the maître ‘d suddenly found a table for us without a reservation,” I said. “I think there must be a story here. What must I do to coax it out of you?”
“Oh, master. You know that for some time I traveled everywhere with our sponsor. He was called upon to testify before the Senate on some occasions and I accompanied him here. He didn’t like to have undue attention called to himself, so I acted the part of a society woman with him in tow.”
“I do wish I’d known our sponsor before he um… became ill,” I said. “I find that you can give me a key to an exclusive club in Chicago, that you are known by many famous actors and producers in LA, and now that you are recognized at the oldest restaurant in Washington. I always wonder what I will find out about you next.”
“I hope you find out everything about me, master. If I displease you, you can always punish me.”
“I think I’ll wait until I find out who knows you at the dinner Wednesday evening.”
We enjoyed the meal thoroughly and the wine went down smoothly. The maître ‘d called a cab for us after I’d paid the bill and left what I thought was an exorbitant tip with my American Express Card. I’d need to pay that back to the Department.
I admit to being just a little tipsy and when we got back to the hotel, I was eager to get my mistress naked and in bed.
I slung my 35 over my shoulder but left my other equipment in the room with sleeping Adrienne. After I’d kissed her, I headed out for my training session, stopping in the hotel restaurant for a cup of coffee and a sweet roll, which I ate as I walked to the building. I stopped at the front reception desk and showed my ID badge to the woman working there, which surprised her, and I realized she hadn’t seen one before.
“I’m here for a training session today. Mrs. Everton is my contact,” I said.
“Oh! Yes, the passport training. I believe this morning is all internal employees, though. You won’t need to be here until one.”
“I think they wouldn’t get far without me. I’m the trainer.”
“You are? Oh! I wasn’t expecting you to be so young! I’ll call Mrs. Everton and she’ll escort you. Are we all going to get one of those?” she asked pointing at my badge.
“That’s the plan.”
In five minutes a very businesslike woman came to greet me. She wore slight heels—maybe an inch—and a gray business suit with a white blouse. The skirt came just below her knees. She looked me up and down the same way I assessed her.
“Mr. Hart, I’m Mrs. Everton. It’s a pleasure to meet you. If you would follow me, I’ll take you to your classroom. In addition to being your escort, I’ll be one of your students today. I’ve been told we are going to issue badges for every employee, though most people aren’t enthused about it.”
“I wasn’t sure about it myself,” I said. “I’ve found, however, that it is not an inconvenience and it speeds many things up. I’m not stopped and questioned regarding whether I should be somewhere as much as I used to be.”
“It smacks of Big Brother,” she said. “I suppose it’s inevitable, though.”
“I’m only the trainer. I didn’t make the rules.”
“I’ll try to remember that.”
We went into a fairly large classroom. There were thirteen stations, including one in front for me. Each station had the box for an ID system and a box of supplies. The stations did not have the bindery box, as this was strictly for internal ID creation.
I had a list I unfolded from my pocket and looked at who was to be in the class.
“Mrs. Everton, do you have an updated list of class participants? I see my list has a couple of blank spots,” I said.
“Yes. I’ll take care of checking everyone in.”
“I appreciate that. May I see the list, so I know who I’m talking to this morning.”
“Oh. Well, yes.”
She handed me her clipboard and I checked the names as I walked around to each of the boxes and jotted down the system number next to the names on my list.
“Will you be here for every class?” I asked.
“Only at the beginning to register the attendance.”
“The equipment needs to be registered with the corresponding name,” I said. “That will become even more important when we are training the passport centers. The equipment is registered to the position and will be shipped after the class.”
“Yes, sir.”
That brought me up short. Apparently, I’d become a person in authority.
“Please, Mrs. Everton, I’m not one for a lot of formality. You may call me Nate. I’m not going to try to pull rank or anything. I’ve just done this a few times and have had my responsibility for matching equipment with location driven home by my boss, Mr. Martin.”
“Mr. Donald Martin? He’s your boss?”
“Yes.”
“They don’t tell us anywhere near enough about who is going to be where. He’s my boss’s boss as well. All the passport center operators who will be attending are indirectly his reports.”
“It’s kind of a screwy reporting system. I’ve found the same thing in the embassies. Passport services are a part of the embassy staff, but they report to Mr. Martin indirectly.”
“So, you travel? Outside the US?” she asked.
“Yes. That will be the majority of my work, I’m told. That’s why he decided to bring all the passport center staff into DC for training at once, so I can start flying again.”
“That’s so exciting. Where have you been?”
“Well, to be honest, only to India. I hate to say it, but I’ve only been on the job for six weeks. I wasn’t expecting to travel so far afield right away, but they needed equipment setups there to handle the refugees from Bangladesh.”
“Please call me Dorothy. I thought only the most senior employees traveled to the embassies. You must have a unique skill.”
“They like having an actual photographer teaching this stuff. And thank you for permission to use your first name. I’ll not do that when we are talking to the class.”
“Thank you, Mr. Hart. Er… Nate. I’m looking forward to the class.”
People started filing into the room and Dorothy checked their names and pointed them to their station. When she had everyone checked in, she stood to introduce me.
“Mr. Nate Hart is here from the Chicago office to train us on the use of the new ID equipment. He is, I’m told, an accomplished photographer and is installing this equipment around the world. Mr. Hart, the class is yours.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Everton. This is the dawning of a new age. I was told recently that it smacks of Big Brother to have everyone wearing an ID badge and needing to show it wherever we go. I’ve been told that when the US began requiring photos for passports that people were equally indignant that their word regarding their identity was not enough. But sadly, that is the world we live in. A year ago, I was part of a symposium on photo IDs in Chicago, and among others, representatives of four state DMVs attended, gearing up for requiring photos on drivers’ licenses. It is a quick and easy way to tell if a person belongs in a space.”
I looked around at the group. They were being attentive, but were also fiddling with the equipment boxes in front of them. There were two people at each station.
“Let me say… alert you to how important your job is in both making sure the people whom you are identifying are the people they say they are, and that your equipment is secured when not being used. Let’s begin with that. You will find a key taped to the top of the equipment case in front of you. Please remove it and use it to unlock your case.”
We were off and running. I removed the key from my case and unlocked my equipment, then pocketed the key.
“When you checked in this morning, this equipment, the supplies, and the keys at your station were registered to your names. Keep track of where that key is and when you are finished with the equipment for the day, be sure it is locked.”
People were a little thrown by the sudden announcement of their responsibility, but when we removed the top of the case, they were quite excited to see the ID setup. We went through each step of startup and shut-down all the way from unlocking to relocking twice, so both people at the workstation could run through it. It was convenient that the facilities had already run power to each of the classroom stations, so we could connect them. Then they were given their ID badge template and told to look it over to make sure there were no errors in the information. The teams took each other’s photos and generated their ID on the spot.
When the class was over, and people had an opportunity to ask questions, they packed and locked their equipment and carted it away. The kit weighed about forty pounds, so there were dollies in the room that could be used to roll it to their location. For some, it was heading directly to their office. Others were headed to different buildings. Everything from this session, though, was staying in Washington, DC.
While I was transporting setups to the student stations for the next class, people began bringing back the dollies. I didn’t think they’d be needed by the next class since the equipment was to be labeled for shipment to their passport center. There would be more equipment and boxes for this batch.
“Here is the list of names and office locations for the next class,” Dorothy said. “May I bring you some lunch?”
“Thank you, Dorothy. That would be very kind. Just a sandwich of some sort and a cup of coffee, black.” I hadn’t realized that I was the one who was going to do all the moving of equipment for setups. It was a damned lot of lifting. I had removed my jacket and was still sweating out my pits.
Dorothy was back in fifteen minutes with a pastrami and Swiss on rye. I ran out to use the restroom and wash up before I settled in to eat it. By the time I was finished, people were beginning to enter the classroom and Dorothy was checking off the attendance. She brought the sheet to me and made the introduction. I was off and running again. This session was more involved because we had to cover both the ID process and the passport process. That meant we had the bindery to deal with, too.
We didn’t end until after five. I went around checking to see that all the equipment was locked, had the correct label on it for shipping, and the responsible people both had their keys before dismissing the class.
Then I stayed until the crew came in to gather the equipment and supplies for shipping. We cross-checked everything against the list again and once they hauled it all out of the training room, I left and went to the hotel to see Adrienne.
“What would you like, my loving master?” Adrienne asked as she massaged me after a nice bath. She’d also already arranged for dinner to arrive before I got back from the training session. It wasn’t like she was asking if I wanted to fuck her. We’d done that, too.
“I want to take new photos of my beautiful mistress,” I said.
“Of course,” she smiled. “Any way you’d like me.”
I set up my camera and started playing with my lover. She had pulled the shirt I wore during the day over her shoulders, often rubbing her face against it. The last traces of the evening sun were illuminating our window with a golden haze. I moved Adrienne to stand in front of it and kissed her neck as I pulled the shirt off one shoulder. She faced the window and I took the first photos.
She’d brought flowers to our room, a touch that I would never have thought of in a hotel room. I moved them over so they were beside her and she looked down at them. Then I pulled the shirt down further. It was all she was wearing and I took pictures of her with it draped around her butt and caught on her elbows.
Eventually, I coaxed her out of the shirt altogether and took several more pictures before the light completely faded from the window. Then I coaxed her into bed.
“The dinner tonight is at the Watergate Hotel at seven o’clock,” I told Adrienne before I left for work Wednesday morning. “That should give me plenty of time to get back here and shower before dressing for dinner. Do you have everything you need, dear?”
“Yes, my kind and gentle master. I will not disappoint you.”
“I know you will not disappoint. You never do, my Fifi. You may wear your collar tonight, but I will not hold the leash. Use it as a belt. Remember, I have a professional relationship with the other guests at dinner.”
“Yes, master. I will have your suit pressed and ready for you.”
I kissed the incredible woman and headed to work.
“Hello, Mr. Hart. I’m Ruby LeBlanc,” drawled the pretty young woman waiting at the classroom door for me. I saw she was carrying a clipboard. “Dorothy asked if I could take the attendance and assist any way I can today.”
“Well, thank you, Miss LeBlanc,” I said. “Let’s start by taking a look at the equipment to make sure everything is here and check it against the names registered for the class.”
“Please,” she said sweetly, “just call me Ruby. I’m not so fancy as to have ‘Miss’ attached to my name. We don’t much hold with that in New Orleans.”
“I was wondering what part of the country you hailed from,” I laughed. “As with Dorothy, I’ll refer to you as ‘Miss’ when addressing the class or in public. When it is just the two of us, I’ll be happy to call you Ruby if you’ll address me as Nate.”
“Oh, yes. That will be fine.”
We went through the checklist to be sure all the equipment was in place and check the numbers against our assignment list. I looked at Ruby when we reached her name.
“You’re taking the class as well?”
“Yes, Nate. I’m on the team from the New Orleans Passport Agency. There are four of us attending the training and I drew the first slot. Unlike yesterday, I’m told, all the equipment will stay in place in the classroom after the first training session and the second team for each region will move to it in the afternoon. Dorothy said you worked quite hard to get everything set up for the afternoon session yesterday, but you shouldn’t have the same level of classroom prep for the afternoon today.”
“You know Dorothy from before?” I asked, just making conversation.
“Yes. We met when I came here for my on-board training two years ago. She knew she could depend on me when it came to the class sessions today. I couldn’t get here in time for yesterday’s afternoon session, so Dorothy handled it for me.”
“Does that mean you will be my assistant tomorrow as well?”
“God willin’.”
“Okay. Let’s get this session started.”
Ruby checked people in and pointed them to the right equipment, did a quick introduction that was written on her clipboard, and turned the session over to me. She joined one of the other people at the work station assigned to New Orleans.
The session went smoother than the previous day, which was probably because I’d had a day’s experience, and because the equipment didn’t need to be packed out of the classroom at the end of the morning. As a result, I was able to join Ruby for a quick lunch in the cafeteria. It wasn’t free and, like me, Ruby collected her receipt. I still wasn’t sure what I had to turn in. It was only my second week of work. I needed to ask Dorothy if she had a receipt for yesterday’s sandwich and coffee, so I could reimburse her. Assuming I saw her again.
The afternoon session went smoothly, and we went around to all the stations before the class ended to be sure the equipment was properly locked and that the two students had the keys to it. We made sure each piece was labeled with the location and was stacked on the four-wheel cart to be taken to shipping. It was nearly six when I got out of the building and Ruby tagged right along with me.
“Uh… I’m going to my hotel to change before going to the dinner,” I said.
“Oh, me, too. Are you at the Plaza?”
“Yes.”
“We can share a cab over to the Watergate,” she said brightly.
“That’s fine, but I’ll have my date with me,” I said. “We probably could only fit one more if you are accompanied.”
“You’re married? I’m sad, but I’ll be nice to the missus.”
“My mistress,” I said. I loved the look on people’s faces when I said that. Ruby fed it right back.
“Oh. Then I’ll be especially nice,” she said coquettishly.
Adrienne, of course, looked so good I nearly suggested we skip the reception. Her little black mini dress stopped short of mid-thigh and had a plunging neckline almost to her navel. It would have been too much if not for the black lace over-dress that came to her throat and had long sleeves. It was just a couple of inches longer than the under-slip. Of course, she was wearing black spike heels some four or five inches high. What that did for her exposed thighs and calves was nothing short of mouth-watering.
She got me dressed in my charcoal pinstripe suit, complete with vest, over a black shirt and tie that I didn’t remember having in my closet. I hadn’t worn the suit since the last time I was in California, but I’d tried it on before I packed it to make sure it fit and looked okay. Adrienne handed me my hat and I shouldered my Nikon. We headed to the lobby.
Ruby was waiting. If she’d seen Adrienne’s dress before we met in the lobby, I’d have said she was competing. I had not often seen a redhead attempt to dress up in a red dress, but she pulled it off spectacularly. It was pulled tight at the throat, but then split well down into her cleavage before coming together again. It was no longer than Adrienne’s dress and her heels were just as high. It was sleeveless, but she tossed a short cape over her shoulders and we went out to catch a cab. Apparently, many of my out-of-town students were staying at the Plaza and the doorman had a line of taxis waiting to take us to the Watergate.
“Is it common for women to dress so fancily at government dinner parties?” I asked.
“If you were to go to a Senate party, I doubt it,” Ruby answered. “We passport girls seldom get a chance to party together, so we tend to take it to an extreme. I’m so glad you prepared correctly, Adrienne.”
“Oh, I have a contact in Nate’s office who got all the information for me. His assistant has been in contact with several of the agencies,” Adrienne said, not mentioning that my assistant was also my girlfriend.
Indeed, when we entered the banquet room, we found nearly all the women in very sexy party dresses. Some were accompanied by attentive men I assumed were their boyfriends or husbands. Others, I recognized, were in the company of men from the classes. And many were simply on their own or in groups of women. Overall, my classes had been predominantly female.
“Nate, how is your first introduction to Washington society going?” Mr. Martin asked as he approached.
“Mr. Martin. I think I’ve been educated as much as my students. May I present my mistress, Adrienne Baudelaire?”
“I knew who she was the instant I saw her,” Martin said. “Miss Baudelaire, welcome to the State Department. I learn more about the man I hired for this job every day. Ruby, you look charming as always.”
“Oh, Mr. Martin, you sent us such a lovable hunk for this training. The girls are all gaga.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re taking care of him. Shall we get a drink? Nate and Adrienne, there are places at the head table for you. Ruby, I think we can squeeze you in.”
I thought that was a little rude, but when we got to the table Mr. Martin indicated, I saw there was actually a place card for Ruby next to me. I wasn’t expecting there to be a head table or seating arrangement at all, but I didn’t have time to sort things out before I was being introduced to the Undersecretary of Management and the Assistant Secretary for the Bureau of Consular Affairs.
Both had wives with them. I noted Mr. Martin was unaccompanied, but there was also a female Deputy Assistant Secretary for Visa Services who was unaccompanied. Mr. Martin was the Deputy Assistant Secretary for Passport Services. I was finally getting some of the organization chart down, but I was still occasionally confused about who was what kind of secretary. I didn’t think any of them could type or take shorthand.
We had a pleasant meal and Mr. Martin had a few introductory remarks before the Undersecretary took a few minutes to praise the group for helping to move us into a new era of security.
“In the past decade, the United States has seen an unprecedented level of protest, riot, and civil unrest. This has included some high profile attempts by protesters to take over various offices and to bring the operation of the government to a halt. I will make no pronouncement regarding the legitimacy of the protests. Matters of conscience must be dealt with by those who have a conscience. That excludes most of our political system.”
There was some laughter and I had to kind of like the guy, even though he was technically a political appointee.
“However, the Office of Management is responsible for keeping the Department of State and by extension, the White House Department of Management and Budget operating. We aren’t out there setting policy regarding how a war is executed or who our preferred trade partners are. We are responsible for keeping the lights turned on, our offices functioning, and our employees secure. After extensive consideration, we have determined that identity badges for all employees will be one step in that process. You in this room, with the new equipment you have been issued, will be the frontline people in the effort to make our work environment safer and secure.”
Hmm. I had mixed emotions about that. The protests I had participated in resulted in part in the job I was hired to do to identify the people who belonged on the premises?
“That, of course, is only one aspect of the job for many of you. The issuance and manufacture of US Passports has been a cumbersome process. The passport agencies sort and review all the passport requests from citizens each year. Last year there were nearly two and a half million passports issued in the United States. The minimum wait time we have managed in that time is six weeks, but many of you face desperate US citizens who discover at the last minute that they need a passport to travel for family or business emergencies. We are a nation of immigrants. It is understood that many will need to care for family left behind in their native lands. Even that level of emergency service is typically two weeks as you collect the information, verify the citizenship, collate the photos, forms, and affidavits, and forward them to a service center that prints, laminates, and binds the passport, expressing it back to the person in need. We believe the new equipment being installed in your offices will help to expedite that process, at least in emergencies.”
He had a few other comments, thanking everyone for their commitment and time. Then the floor was turned back to Mr. Martin.
“We seldom have an opportunity to welcome the domestic passport and visa services teams to Washington. We are distributed, not only around the US, but around the world. We welcome also those who have been selected to initiate the ID program here in Washington under Assistant Secretary Abrams. I’d like to tell you a little about how this came about and about the person most of you have met in your training sessions.
“We knew we needed to move to a system of ID badges years ago, but the logistics of doing so were cumbersome. Then, just over a year ago, I attended a symposium on photo IDs in Chicago, sparked in part by the controversy of the Polaroid involvement in making passbooks in South Africa. Polaroid is leading an effort, now being joined by other corporations doing business in South Africa, to mitigate the effects of apartheid on the people of that country.
“The first person most symposium attendees met was Nate Hart. He was responsible for photographing and creating a badge for every attendee. I know at least half a dozen registered attendees left, rather than subject themselves to having a photo ID. But he handled it with the aplomb of a professional photographer. At the end of the symposium, he became a speaker. I heard him say he did not know the answers to the questions we had raised, but he would be watching us to see if we could live up to our commitments. Then he raised his camera and began taking pictures of the audience. I have never heard such a loud clicking of a shutter in a suddenly silenced auditorium. That was when I decided we needed a leader of that caliber to introduce our own new ID and passport technology in the State Department.”
People applauded politely and my face got kind of hot. I didn’t know how hot it would get before Martin had finished speaking.
“Nate Hart is a professional photographer who has placed his own business, Attic Allure, on hold for a period while he serves his country in this training. Even though he has no experience or training in matters of State, we were fortunate to recruit his assistant and partner, Ronda May, whom many of you have met by phone, to navigate the delicate intricacies of US Embassies and Consulates around the world. Unfortunately, sorting out his upcoming trip to Mexico and coordinating the travel and attendees for that have kept her from joining us here tonight.
“I encourage you—a little late for most of you, I know—to pay close attention to what Nate has to say and how he treats the equipment. He has taught this system in Chicago and as far away as India. Should something go wrong with your equipment that you cannot sort out, he will be your resource to get it taken care of. Understand, you may have to stay in the office until midnight to reach him in Africa or Asia or Australia. So, learn what he has to teach you well.
“Some of you who are movie buffs may also recognize his name as the still photographer of last year’s hit movie Over Exposure. Though the movie wasn’t about him, the photographic style was based on his Attic Allure. I’m happy to welcome his movie production assistant, Miss Adrienne Baudelaire, this evening as his guest. Take time to socialize now, get to know Nate better, and enjoy the rare treat of Uncle Sam buying you dinner and a drink. Good evening.”
There was a more profound round of applause and I was just thankful I didn’t have to stand up and say anything more to the group.
We stayed much later than I anticipated. I’d been ready since we left the hotel to rush Adrienne back and ravish her. After dessert, though, there was a non-stop stream of people who came by to greet Adrienne and me, ask me a couple of questions—mostly irrelevant to anything we were here for—and thank me for the training.
Throughout the evening, Adrienne stayed close to me on my right, her chin held high so people could see her collar, and Ruby stayed plastered to my left. I think there were a few people who were a little disappointed that the two women prevented them from getting any closer.
When we finally left, about ten-thirty, Ruby went with Adrienne and me to get a taxi back to the hotel. There was a whispered conversation between the women and when we reached the hotel, Ruby continued with us, right into our room.
“Adrienne tells me I would make a perfectly good subject for your photos,” Ruby said. “And since I’m all dressed up, I thought perhaps you could get a couple of shots before we go to bed. Uh… In our own beds, you know.”
“Ruby, has Adrienne told you what the Attic Allure style is?”
“Oh, yes. She says you use miscellaneous props to create a little story line with your model and get what she calls a trashy glamour shot. I think it sounds great.”
“She didn’t mention to you that I take pictures of mostly naked women?”
“Oh! Um… Mostly women or mostly naked?”
“Yes.”
“I… was thinking… well you know… in a party dress… or something like that.”
“Why don’t I take a couple of pictures like that right now. You are a lovely woman. Then if you want to really have an Attic Allure photo, we can talk about it tomorrow.”
“Sure! That sounds like a good idea.”
She sounded so relieved. I moved her around the room a bit to find a place that looked good for a photo background. It was a fairly large room, but there was no question that the bed was the focal point of the room. I positioned her at the table where the bouquet of flowers was, first standing and then seated with her long legs crossed.
As I moved her around in this impromptu photo session, I touched her face, her shoulders, and even her legs to get her into the position I wanted her in. She started relaxing into my touch and we were getting along well. I was at the point where I would usually start undressing a model, but didn’t think we should proceed there right away. It was nearly midnight.
I reached over to the bedside table and got Fifi’s paddle, then approached Ruby who was wide-eyed when she saw it.
“Do you know what this is?” I asked. She just nodded. “My Fifi seduced you into a photo session without telling you how I work. So, when you leave in a few minutes, I’m going to apply this paddle to her very bare behind.” Just over my shoulder, I could see Fifi come erect and begin removing her dress. “Before I do that, I’m going to have you hold this paddle so you get the feel of what I’m going to do to my Fifi. Let’s pull this lovely gap in the front of your dress out just a little wider so we see the sexy slope of your breasts.”
I pulled the panels aside as much as I could conveniently do, which didn’t overly expose her breasts, but certainly showed there was nothing between them and the dress. In the process, I petted them to make sure the fabric lay smoothly over her nipples. Ruby’s eyes drifted closed and her lips opened. I put a soft kiss on them as I ran the paddle over her breasts. Then I put her hand on the paddle to hold it against one heaving bosom as I stepped back and took a few quick shots.
I took the paddle from Ruby and laid it on the table, then had her stand and led her to the door. When she was there, we turned to look at Adrienne, standing naked next to the bed. I kissed Ruby softly, caressing her breast once again.
“Think about whether you’d like to come for an Attic Allure photo session tomorrow night. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I pushed her out the door with my hand on her ass and closed it behind her.
“Now you, my naughty pet,” I said as I approached Fifi. She hung her head and I could see her quiver in excitement. “What am I to do with a pet who entices one of my co-workers to come to my room and pose for me?”
“Was I very naughty to put a beautiful Cajun redhead in your hands, master?” Adrienne asked.
“Do you know that she and I need to work together in the office tomorrow?”
Fifi handed me the paddle and bent over to grasp her ankles. It was a punishment posture we hadn’t used. I usually had her lie across my lap so I could fully appreciate the tenderness of her backside and the pressure against my cock. In this position, her butt pointed to the sky and I could see her flowering sex between her cheeks. It was very possible that she’d arranged this evening specifically so I’d have a reason to punish her as she liked.
I walked up to her and petted her bottom and ran my fingers through her wet sex. Then I decided on a course of action I knew would surprise her. I stepped back and took careful aim, then laid the first swat directly across her vulva.
Fifi began coming! There was no build up or warning. I watched her vagina and her anus flutter open and closed as she cried out her ecstasy. Before she had come down, I smacked each of her butt cheeks in rapid succession and she continued to come so hard I thought her legs would collapse.
I tossed the paddle aside and dropped my trousers, stepping up behind her, and shoving my cock straight into her winking pussy. Her vagina was absolutely in spasms as it grasped at my cock. I held her by the hips to keep her from collapsing as I thrust into her repeatedly. Then she took an initiative I’d never experienced from her as she jerked forward far enough for me to pop out of her vagina. She immediately grasped my cock and moved it to her anus and backed toward it. I bucked my hips forward and began to sink into her bottom.
Fifi continued to come.
With her in such a state, it wasn’t long before I joined her and began ejaculating into her rectum. I bellowed my orgasm just as she renewed her whine and chanted, “My beloved master. My precious beautiful master. My loving master.”
I soon slipped out of her bottom and carried her to the bathroom. I got the shower started and we stepped in. And then we kissed. I had seldom seen Adrienne so aggressive or so needy. She reached for the shampoo and began to lather my entire body, quickly getting to my genitals and making sure they were thoroughly cleaned. She grabbed the showerhead from the wall and rinsed me thoroughly, then sank to her knees and sucked my cock into her mouth. Before the water had cooled, she sucked another load out of my balls.
Eventually, we ended up in bed, gently making love again. It was definitely going to take a while after two such intense orgasms. Adrienne was more loving than I’d ever known her.
“Will you have to work with Ruby on Friday?” she whispered.
“No,” I said. “Friday is a travel day. I’m afraid we’ll be flying home.”
“Good. Then it won’t be a problem to have her come to pose tomorrow evening.”
I looked hard at her. I was too tired to spank her again.
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