The Things People Will Do For An Oval Office
Chapter 10 Those Crazy Romans
The day before
"I don't believe you. Mellie would never do that to me. She stayed by my side throughout the entire sordid affair. There is no way she set me up. She was just as surprise as I was at the accusations. You received some bad information. Mellie is one my closest friends. Trust and loyalty are in short supply these days and Mellie is the rare exception. All my other so-called friends scattered to the four winds when I was arrested but Mellie never left my side."
"We get it. You believe she helped you out of a bad situation but trust us, she set you up big time." "Wink, play the DVD", Charlie motioned. Wink turned the laptop around so Andrew could see the evidence of Mellie's betrayal. The picture opens in Big Jerry's library at the Grant California estate.
"Damn it Mellie just do what I'm telling you to do." Big Gerry yelled.
"Gerry I've been friends with Andrew since junior high; I can't do this to him. He is one my few true friends."
"Look Mellie, Fitz is your endgame not Andrew. Fitz needs to become governor of California and right now Andrew is the only impediment standing in the way."
'What you are proposing will destroy his political future and him as well. There has to be another way. Maybe we can offer him the lieutenant governor position." Mellie asks pleading.
"Every exploratory committee pegs Andrew as the gubernatorial front-runner. He pretty much already has the black, white, and silent Asian vote. He is also poised to secure key Hispanics endorsements. We need to make him a noncontender; plain and simple. I know he's your fuck-buddy at the Pantheon Club, but this is the business of politics and if you don't have the stomach for it get out now. Trust me there is no shortage of ambitious females willing and eager to take your place. Fitz refuses to employ these types of down and dirty tactics. He is all about choice, merit and mandates from the people. He is an idealistic idiot. Do you know what you get when you give people a choice? Fourteen damn different brands of toilet paper to wipe shit from your ass! As if your ass knows the difference. No, people are dim-witted and can only be given one choice and that choice is Fitz."
"Gerry, please. Don't ask me to do this." Mellie almost on the verge of begging.
"How about I sweeten the deal? You do this and that little red sport coupe you've been eyeing will be in your driveway the morning after everything goes down."
"Fully loaded?" She inquires with a pout.
"Hey, if that's what you want." Gerry's extends his hands up in mock surrender.
"Two more things, I get to stand by him as a loyal friend and the charges eventually get dropped." Mellie pushes.
"Whatever, are we done here? Just make sure he's at the Pantheon Club tomorrow night and my people will take it from there."
Andrew Nichols sat in his office in stunned silence as Wink closed-up the laptop. Never in a million years could you convince him that Mellie Abernathy was not in his corner. "Mellie how could you", he mumbles under his breath. A cloak of anger, disappointment and confusion envelopes Andrew. Even though the charges against him were dropped a couple of years ago, he is still known as the tarnished golden boy who woke up in a hotel room semi-nude with an unconscious naked minor. "So are you going to tell me what really happened that night at the Pantheon club?" Andrew asks, his tone laced with sadness.
"Mellie spiked your vodka tonic. Once you passed out Big Gerry Grant's goons transported you to the Beacon Hotel and placed you on the floor beneath the bed of a 14-year-old street hustler, then called the front desk complaining about screams coming from your room. And well, you know the rest," Charlie recapped.
"Why are you telling me this now? What's this all about? What do you want from me? The polls have already shifted in Fitz's favor." Andrew questions angrily.
"My employer is on a mission, a quest as it were, to right the wrongs engineered by Big Gerry and Mellie. Some would call it revenge but we prefer to characterize it as poetic justice."
"Poetic justice?" Andrew asks scrunching his face.
"Yes, that which those two have wrought, so shall they suffer." Wink says in her best nun-like voice.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, you get to have a hand in Mellie's upcoming sex scandal; that is if you're interested?" Charlie says with a devilish grin.
"What do you need me to do?"
"Tonight is Pantheon night, right?"
"Yes."
"Good. Meet her at the club as usual, drop this into her drink and follow the lead of the mistress of ceremony. Oh, and you'll need these cards." Charlie hands Andrew a deck of 24 business size cards.
Andrew scans the cards, he shakes his head and smiles. "Twenty-four different acts, well that is interesting. Why are there twenty-four?"
"Our employers have their reasons." Wink and Charlie exit Andrew's office with departing words. Wink hands Charlie the burner phone once they make it to the sidewalk in front of Andrew's office building.
Charlie sends a text to Huck:
Valeria Messalina appearing tonight, one night only, at the Pantheon Club. If you can't make it, I hear you can catch it later on Youtube.
Huck:
Roger that! Check is in the mail.
Huck tosses the phone to Fitz and Olivia who read the text. "Remind me to send a sizeable donation to the local PBS station," Olivia says with a smile.
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"Hey Mels, what's going on? Andrew asks with his usual jovial tenor. He notices the club is not filled with the usual Wednesday night crowd.
"Andrew honey I'm so glad you're here. Mellie wraps her arms around his waist and plants a wet kiss on his lips. I don't know, maybe they've moved orgy night. Isn't that Monica the orgy mistress at the microphone? I don't recognize any of these people. Maybe we should head back to your place."
"Are you kidding? This place is all about sexual exploration without judgment; that's why we come. Let's hear what the deal is before we rush to leave. I'm parched, I going to head over to the bar. Do you want your usual?"
"Yes, thank you Andy. I'll grab us a table."
"What can I get you sir", the bartender asks.
"I'd like a vodka tonic and a vodka martini straight up with a twist."
"Right away sir."
The bartender returns with the two drinks and Andrew promptly pays him and tells him to keep the change. As soon as the bartender leaves to assist another club member Andrew discreetly empties the liquid from the vial Charlie gave him into Mellie's drink.
Monica sees Andrew hand Mellie her drink. She knows she only has a few minutes before the drug takes effect, so she has to work fast.
"Good evening, fellow Pantheons. Tonight we have something special planned. Tonight we are going to reenact Valeria Messalina's challenge to the Roman prostitute. We've brought in several top of the line flesh professionals to help execute this roman fantasy, but I'm sure we have a club member who is also willing to throw down the gauntlet and represent us Pantheons."
Mellie is oblivious to what is going because she is yammering on incessantly about something of no interest to Andrew. Finally pausing, she slowly takes a few sips of her drink. She immediately begins to feel hot and flushed but aroused. She quickly downs the rest of the drink. Andrew noticing the change in Mellie's demeanor seizes the opportunity.
"Mels you should volunteer to represent the club in this challenge."
"What challenge? What are you talking about?" Mellie had not been paying attention to Mistress Monica's little speech. She planned to leave the club with Andrew after having a few cocktails. The drug begins to take affect and a disoriented but very compliant Mellie agrees to Andrew's suggestion. Andrew walks Mellie to the front of the room, hands both her and the cards over to Mistress Monica. Monica takes the stack of cards and places it in a black velvet bag.
"Alright we have our club Messalina. What is your name dear?"
Mellie, feeling the effects of the drug forgets to give her club alias. "I'm Mellie."
"Thank you for volunteering Mellie, I'm sure you will do us proud."
"Okay here are the rules. The original Messalina had sex with 25 men in 24 hours. Sorry gentlemen, we don't have that much time today. So each of our Messalinas will reach into this bag and grab a bound stack of cards. The number of cards in each stack varies. Each lists a specific sexual act and the amount time allotted to perform said sexual act. The setting is also listed on the card. There are four rooms available tonight: the men's restroom; the dove lounge; the limo parked behind the club; and, the Arabian Night bedroom. Ladies don't worry we have something set up special for you in the Queen's Chambers. Please make your way over to the Chambers now. Thank you."
"Gentlemen, I will remind you once again these encounters are meant to be quickies. If you cannot achieve your desired outcome within the allotted time, you will need to seek additional satisfaction from another club member or elsewhere. Each room will be chaperoned by a timekeeper. When time is called, you must stop what you are doing and leave. Please be respectful of the time. Remember your fellow club members also have a role to play in this fantasy."
Mistress Monica had the Messalinas line-up in the front of the room. She presented the velvet bag to each and had them reach in and pull out a stack of cards. Monica kept a tight grip on the bottom of bag so that cards designated for Mellie were not chosen by the other participants. Mistress Monica has Mellie pick last. Monica announces the room assignments and has each of the Messalinas hand out their cards.
Mellie hands Andrew the first card. She still isn't clear as to what is going on but she feels compelled to go with the flow. The timekeeper assigned to Mellie introduces himself and directs Mellie to men's room. Still in the dark she enters, Andrew close on her heels.
"Now what? What kind of game is this Andrew?" He hands her the card.
"What's this?" She asks, her speech slightly slurred.
"Read it," he responds.
"Take it in the rear, any way you want."
Andrew leads Mellie to the nearest stall. He squeezes them both in and locks the door. He turns Mellie around so that she facing the stall door, he then guides his hand up her couture dress and rips away her panties. He unzips his pants, lowers his boxers, then slams into her. She gasps at his roughness.
"Take it easy sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere."
"I know, but I feel the need punish you tonight." Andrew proceeds to slam harder and harder into Mellie until time is called by the timekeeper. Andrew pulls up his pants, unlocks the stall and exits without saying another word to Mellie. Mellie stands in the middle of the men's room disoriented but still horny. Andrew's departure barely registering.
Before she can gather her thoughts, another man enters the men's room and hands her a card. She reads it aloud, "your first blow job of the evening." Mellie notes the citation at the bottom of the card she hadn't noticed on Andrew's card, "2 of 24". "Oh my god," she gulps. "Times a-waste'in sweetheart, let's get to it." After tonight, Mellie will flinch every time she hears someone undo a zipper.
One by one, Mellie reads what seems to be an endless procession of cards. By the close of the evening Mellie had done six blow jobs, two threesomes, three hand jobs and nine guys doggy style. Many of the men were eager to have their way with Mellie because she always acted as if she was better than most of the members of the club. The opportunity to treat her like trailer trash made the sexual encounter for many all the more satisfying.
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"Where the hell am I?" Mellie asks herself realizing she's on the floor of a restroom. The taste in her mouth is awful and her throat and jaw are sore. The restroom floor is littered with numbered cards. She stands but her legs are unsteady. She opens her hand and finds a crumpled card with the number 24 printed on it. "What the hell happened last night?" Suddenly the restroom door swings open and an anxious mousy looking man rushes in.
"Hey Mels, I know you said you'd only do the 24 but I really need to jack off."
"Are you sure you can't tackle 25?"
"Andrew why did you leave me here alone?" She whispers under her breath. Mellie gathers her things and leaves without a word to the mousy man.
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AN – I need to make a correction to Chapter 9. It should have been 24 and 25 instead of 26 and 27. Olivia aborted at 24 weeks and that is what Mellie's punishment is based on.
Valeria Messalina was the third wife of emperor Claudius of Rome. She was a nymphomaniac. Olivia's PBS reference is in regards to the PBS production called I Claudius. The series, which is old, is where I learned of Valeria. I guess the school district didn't want us to know about nymphos when studying ancient history. LOL
Next up, Olivia and Fitz take away Mellie and Gerry's legacies.
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