Chapter 21

Olivia stepped out and halted a cab she was going to make the usual rounds and hopefully she could find someone that interested her enough that she would go to bed with them. She had gone to bed with Fitzgerald Grant because she loved him. It had been a wonderful almost two and a half years. But they had been wasted years and a mistake she wouldn't make again. Did she really believe that the President of the United States would leave his wife and family for her? She did believe he loved her but she was just tired of the stolen moments she was greedy she had wanted more. She wanted him for herself.

There was one little thing keeping her from getting her wish, the man had a wife. And she was always somewhere lurking. She even had a spy. She was sure of it. Thinking back to their time at Camp David she wanted to weep. It had all come to an abrupt end and it had wounded her. Her heart had been broken when all her plans for that last night were thwarted by Mellie. Mellie had known that she was waiting for her husband there in that cabin! Why was she going over this shit? There, finally she had gotten cab. She told the driver where she wanted to go.

The bar was full and so was the club side. It was an upscale club where the young and the restless played cat and mouse game. It was also where middle aged men came looking to fulfill their fantasies. There were name changers in there. Some were older, some were younger and some were her age. There was also the rich and famous on the premise. To be blunt you would probably find everybody and their momma here especially on a Saturday night.

She decided to go to the bar side and scope it out for a prospect. She walked in and to be sure she turned some heads. She always did. She decided to order the Saturday night special for no other reason than that it had a piece of pineapple on the side and an umbrella. Her first hit came less than ten minutes in.

"Hi there beautiful. Can I buy you another one of those?"

"Maybe you can after I finish the one I am drinking?"

"I haven't seen you here before, what's your name?"

"Carolyn." She didn't ask what his name was because she knew nothing was going to happen there. She wasn't going to share her body with this guy.

"Aren't you going to ask me my name?"

"Actually no I am not. I am thinking it is info I don't need to know."

"I see. Are you waiting for someone?"

"Yes I am."

"Okay lady, have a good night." He walked away. And she was relieved. She had some bad vibes about the man. She continued to nurse her drink. She had sat there for another thirty minutes. She had more interactions with different guys. She even had a hit from a beautiful woman that wanted to know if she liked girls. She didn't. On that note she moved to the club side. The music was really smoking and the dance floor was jamming. The Deejay placed an old one, the Cupid Shuffle, and she hit the dance floor. It was a fun dance. Olivia put her heart into it. She stood in the corner against the wall after it was over.

This absolutely gorgeous Idris Elba look-alike walked up to her and he peaked her interest. His body was toned, boy was it toned. He was fabulous. He spoke and she did a double take. He had a voice similar to Fitz. It was sexy as hell. "Would you like to dance? I figure you could use a slow song about now. You have some serious moves girl. I like them and they will go well with some Luther Vandross. I seriously love myself some Luther. So do you want to dance?"

"I do love Luther, he is the best." She extended her hand. He walked her to the middle of the dance and pulled her into an embrace and they started swaying to the music. He was holding her close.

"What is your name?"

"Carolyn."

"Well Carolyn you smell delicious, what is that fragrance? I can smell the spice. What is that scent?"

"It's called Sinamen ICE. It is spelled S-I-N-A-M-E-N."

"Nice play on words that scent of yours. Is it especially formulated to draw men into SIN?

"I am afraid so. What is your name by the way?"

"Thomas, but please call me Tommy."

"Carolyn you smell good enough to eat. And I mean that literally. Are you interested in drawing me into your web of sin? I want to be drawn in. I want taste you bad. What do you say babe? Let's ditch this place and go for something more comfortable."

He was holding her close enough that she could tell he was aroused. He was gyrating himself into her. He was really hard against her. So this is how it goes. You ask me to slow dance. Pull me in close and say you want to eat my pussy. Then you grind your engorged penis into my belly and invite me to some place comfortable. Wow she had been away from this shit too long. She was totally turned off by this good-looking Black man. I mean totally. She felt not a gleam of interest. And she just knew there was no way she was going to lay down with this guy.

"Well Tommy you move fast. In fact you move too fast for me. We just met ten minutes ago!"

He laughed out loud and said, "Hey you are the one out on the dance floor sending vibes that you want to be fucked. I was just trying to help a sister out. Pardon the interruption. I'll let you get back to your pole act. I seriously want to get laid okay?"

"Okay." That had gone well. Was she really acting like a stripper? So what if she was? She was here to interest men that interested her. Fuck Tommy with his Idris Elba look-alike self. She was free and single and she could dance anyway she wanted. She went back to the dance floor.

The next guy to come up to her was right off of GQ. He was White, blue-eyed, and drop dead gorgeous. He could have been Fitzgerald Grant no doubt twenty years ago. And he was tail, strikingly so. OMG her heart was fluttering.

"Hi gorgeous. I like the way you move out there. Can I buy you a drink?"

"Sure, let's go sit at the bar."

"You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I saw you out there and my heart stopped. I bet you get loads of compliments. What's your name?"

"It's Carolyn." This is going well. "What's your name?"

"It's Richard; the ladies call me Big Dick. And that's what I want you to call me. Let's cut the bull baby. Let me take you back to my place and give you what you want." Underneath the bar he actually took her hand and placed it on Big Dick.

She had to admit Big Dick was impressive but his delivery was a complete turnoff. Why in the world was she being picky? She didn't really know but she didn't want him. "Sorry Big Dick but no thanks. You are moving way too fast for me."

She walked away to the other end of the bar. The bar was currently filled, no stools available. She called the bartender over and ordered a decent glass of wine. The guy sitting on the end stool got up and said, "Take my seat beautiful. You shouldn't have to stand. Are you here by yourself?"

"Sort of, I am waiting for someone."

"What time are they coming? I have been watching you for almost two hours. You may have been stood up babe. Whoever is coming, forget about them. I can be great company. What's your name gorgeous?"

"You may be right they should have been here by now. The name is Carolyn and thanks for the stool it was very gracious. What are you up to and do you make it a habit of sitting on barstools watching women for hours? What your name by the way?"

"It's Harold, but my friends call me Harry. And Carolyn you don't have to wait another minute for that guy to show up. Harry is here and I can make it good for you. I can give you two or three orgasms if you want. I am good at what I do."

Olivia started laughing out loud. You couldn't make this shit up. Tom, Dick, and Harry had come on to her right out of the gate. Apparently every guy in the place knew why she was here. Was it written on her forehead, I need a dick!

"Back off Harry. You can have your seat back, and I am not interested."

"Sorry gorgeous I pegged you wrong. I thought you were asking to get laid. Keep the stool honey. I hope you will accept my apology." He walked away.

She was no damn good at the pick-up thing obviously. She started nursing the wine trying to decide if she should just go home and reconsider B.O.B. (Battery Owned Boyfriend). She could get there with the device she just didn't want to. What she wanted was Fitzgerald Grant. Only thing was he was spoken for. The guy sitting next to her hadn't made a play on her thank god. She wasn't sure she could stomach another crass offer to fuck her. The guy beside her got up and left. She was thinking she should do the same thing. The Tom, Dick, and Harry thing was too much!

Someone came up and sit down beside her. She didn't look to see who it was, she was leaving. She'd had enough.

"Going home doughnut lady?"

Well, well! If she remembered correctly this was the guy she had run into almost what two weeks ago at the doughnut shop and later at the club on K Street. Now he was here. Was he stalking her? She turned around to face the guy. "It's Jason, Jacob or something isn't it?"

"Close, it's Jake, short for Jacob. I gave you my card you were supposed to call me."

"Jake short for Jacob, I am a busy woman. I generally don't call every guy I meet in a bar that gives me a card."

"Hey you asked me for the card. Look no problem."

"You are right Jake I did ask for it. To be honest I forgot about the card. But I had wanted to call you Jake. You seemed like a nice guy. You are in the property business right?"

"That's right. And you are an accountant?"

"Does it really matter what our occupations are? You are out to have some fun right? I know that I am Jake. Let's hit the dance floor."

"Sure thing. Let's hit it."

They stayed on the floor for the next three songs. Two of the songs were do your own thing songs. The last was a slow ballad. He was holding her in his arms. Jake was on cloud nine. He didn't say anything because he didn't want to spook her like he did the last time.

Olivia was just going with the flow. It felt good to be in the arms a man. Jake smelled good. He was clean and he had on a nice after shave. She liked that he was clean shaven like Fitz. And he was tall. Also thus far he hadn't offered to fuck her. That was progress and definitely in his favor.

After the dance Jake suggested they get some drinks. She said okay. He suggested they grab a booth. She said okay again. This was going good. They sat down and Jake called the waiter over. He asked Olivia what she wanted and if she were hungry he would buy her something to eat. No she wasn't hungry but she did want some wine. He told her to order what she wanted. She did.

"So tell me Jake what brings a Midwestern Chicago boy like you to DC with all its wickedness. You don't seem like you are part of this scene?"

"The military brought me to the area. I fell in love with the region and I decided to stay. Plus I married a local girl. It didn't work out. We had no kids. I got the house so I stayed. What about you Carolyn, what are you doing here?"

"I spent my formative years here. When I was able I came back. Washington, DC isn't just the capital of this nation. It is the pulse of the planet. It is where everything goes down. I love this town."

"You said you were taken Carolyn. So why are you here? Where is your guy?"

"There is no guy Jake. I didn't want to be bothered the other night. It is a throw-away line."

"So what about tonight Carolyn, do you want to be bothered tonight?"

"Actually I'm not sure Jake. To be honest with you I had a bad break-up several months ago. I am taking things slow these days. I am just a girl out on the town trying to have some fun."

"There is nothing wrong with that. I don't have anyone to break-up with, but I am all for the on the town having fun thing. I am really enjoying your company Carolyn. Thank-you for letting me join you."

What in the world? The guy didn't ask her to come and go to his place and have sex? Amazing, this guy is a keeper maybe? Not a real keeper, but someone she could consider bedding. She was desperate but not so desperate she would fuck any Tom, Dick, or Harry. She hadn't sunk that low, at least not yet.

The waiter had come back and said that the particular wine the lady had ordered was only sold here by the bottle. Jake didn't care if they sold it only by the case. If it meant that he was going to get this woman in his bed he would buy it. "Then bring the lady a bottle my man. I will take a Bud from the tap. Anything else you want Carolyn?"

"I don't suppose you have any popcorn do you," she asked the waiter?

"No ma'am we don't. We have chips, pretzels, and peanuts. We had a long list of delicious appetizers though. Would you like to see the menu?"

"No I wouldn't. But Jake here may want to see it."

"I am hungry but I am more interested in you having a great time tonight. I am enjoying your company. I am sure you don't want to watch me eat. Let's enjoy our drinks and get back to the dance floor."

"Order you something to eat Jake. I am enjoying your company too. I'm not going anywhere."

"That's good to hear Carolyn. Okay in that case, bring me a cheeseburger medium rare with lettuce, tomato and a big slice of onion. And I will take a large order of fries. We are going back to the dance floor. What's your name?"

"Winston."

"Come and tap me on the shoulder when the food gets back okay Winston?" The waiter said okay and he left. So Carolyn shall we hit the dance floor?"

She stood up, he took her hand and they headed to the dance floor. They got in two fast dances and were enjoying a slow dance when Winston tapped Jake on the shoulder. It felt good having her in his arms. Jake was hard as rock having her so close. She was laying into him on that slow song and she was letting him grind his stuff right into her. She knew he wanted her. He adjusted himself and they walked back to the booth.

"Wow this looks good. Are you sure you don't want anything Carolyn?

"No, you go on and eat. We can talk some more in between bites. Enjoy your meal." Olivia was thinking to herself this is why the man has those small love handles around his waist. He probably eats this type of stuff every day. Hey it was his heart he was clogging and she wasn't interested in his heart. It was that thing that had been grinding into her stomach that she was interested in. He was no Fitz that was for sure, but he had a dick and that is what she wanted. She picked up her glass of wine and started more small talk while he ate. The man ate like a pig. His eating habits weren't what she cared about either so she just poured herself another glass of the Nebbiolo.

He had wolfed the food down. He wasn't going to let her get away tonight. He planned to become her lover tonight. She wanted it he could tell. As soon as he heard a song where he could get her back in his arms he asked her to dance. He was hard instantly. She felt so good. They didn't speak during the dance but she was looking at him as he pulled her close to her and molded himself into her. After the dance she said she was going to the bathroom.

When she came out of the bathroom she sat down and smiled at him. "This has been fun Jake. I am sorry it has to end but I am calling it a night."

"Are you sure you want to end it here? I have a ton of music at my place. We could find whatever you want to hear and we could dance the rest of the night away Carolyn. I promise you, you wouldn't have to do anything you didn't want to do. I even have popcorn."

"It sounds nice Jake but my gut tells me to go home tonight. I get the feeling I will take you up on your offer, just not tonight. I really hope to see you again. I really enjoyed myself. Take the rest of the wine home with you. That's how sure I am that we are going to get together again probably at your place. And just so you know popcorn is my favorite food group. I will eat any kind if I have to, but I like my popcorn popped fresh and dry, no butter no salt," she said giving him a brilliant smile.

He smiled back genuinely happy about the way the night had gone. Popcorn; no butter and no salt, he had gotten that. He was going to get to tap that pussy and he knew it. He had played his cards right tonight. "Did you want me to drive you home? I told you I have a car right?"

"No, I will get a cab. Walk me out Jake." He took her hand and they walked hand in hand out the door. As soon as they were outside the door and he pulled her to him and kissed her. His kiss was weak. He put his tongue in her mouth and started plunging it in and out of her mouth. He put his hand on her ass and pulled her right on his dick and was grinding into her. All his subtlety had flown out the window.

As he continued to slowly grind into her he broke off the kiss and started kissing her neck and licking at her ears. Next he licked her right between her cleavage and plunged his tongue in there. Olivia was taken aback, but she let him do it because for the first time in months she felt something. She moved closer against him, grabbed his buttocks, and pulled his mouth back to hers. She started the kiss by sucking on his tongue. They had dueled tongues for several minutes before he broke it off and said, "Girl I want you so much. I am so hot for you. I can't help myself. You are so beautiful and so fucking hot. I don't want this night to end. Come home with me."

When he broke the kiss and started to talk he broke the spell. Those minutes of craziness were over. He was all over her and they were standing on a street corner. She wasn't ready yet. Contrary to what she thought she was capable of, he wasn't ready for indiscriminate sex with a man she didn't really know. It was true she had been with him most of the night and he seemed nice enough she just wasn't ready. He had gotten her juices flowing a bit though.

"Jake I am sorry for leading you on like that. I am looking for new things and I want to meet someone new and start a new relationship. I thought I was prepared to jump right in, I see I am not. I like you Jake a lot. I am not sure I am ready to sleep with you though. For the record I am really tempted but not ready. I will call you Jake. I promise. Hey, there is a cab."

He hailed it for her. Jake opened the door. She turned into him and kissed him goodnight. She threw herself into it. It was a "I want to fuck you too" kiss. "I will call you." She sat down and he closed the door. The cabbie asked where to, she told him and he took off.

Jake stood there watching the cab until it disappeared. She wasn't going to call he could feel it. He went back into the club and sat down. He was on fire. He called the waiter for the bill. It was two o'clock in the morning. He could call Wendy around the corner and see if she would let him come over and fuck her. He picked up the wine and waited for his bill. Winston gave him the bill and he almost shit a brick. His tab was two-hundred and twenty-five dollars and some change. He had money plenty of it but what the fuck was she drinking? He knew she was upscale. He figured she drank maybe some fifty or sixty dollar a bottle wine, but this shit cost one hundred-eighty dollars a bottle. Giaconda Nebbiolo? Was there some diamond dust in it? She had only two glasses of the stuff. Oh yeah he was going to fuck her good for one-hundred and eighty dollars a pop! Hell he expected to get off more than once too. She owed him big time!

Olivia got home and she was sexually frustrated. That little bump and grind on the street corner had her wanting it bad. She hadn't really shown any interest in any man but Fitz for years. Hopefully this meant she was ready to move on. She undressed but she didn't put on her pajamas she stayed naked under her robe. She was contemplating how she wanted to end this night. She went through her purse and found the card. She read the name, company, and the phone number out loud. She wondered if Jacob Ballesston was home yet. Could she talk him into phone sex? She probably could. He was a horny bastard. He had been all over her. No, phone sex was something she had done with no one else but Fitz. She was going to keep it that way. She decided to take a quick shower she was sweaty.

Jake had gone home with a certified boner. He had called Wendy on the ride home to see if she would jump his bone this morning. He needed a piece of ass. She turned him down flat. She hadn't heard from him in weeks and he had the nerve to call her at almost three in the morning trying to get laid. She wasn't a booty call she said. "Jerk off, you son of a bitch."

Well he had driven the almost thirty-minute drive home and he was still hard as hell. Olivia Pope had left quite an impression on him. She should have come home with him and let him fuck her. He knew exactly what she needed. He was experienced enough to handle her. He had been with her type before. He was sure she was really hot and aggressive in bed and he liked that. It was coming and he knew it. It was the reason his dick wouldn't deflate. He decided to take a cold shower and call it a night.

Jake came out of the shower and guess what he was still semi-hard? He had an image of Olivia Pope backing that ass up on him on the dance floor and he was no longer at half mast. He had all but decided to look at his favorite video when he decided to see what the real live girl was doing right now. He went into his great room and tuned in. Olivia Pope was coming out of the shower. She was naked. She was drying her hair with a towel. It was a mass of black curly ringlets. She sat in front of a mirrored settee and began brushing her hair out. Once that was done she sprayed it with something and then she put something else on it that made it shine and even more springy. She stood up and shook it out. She was even more beautiful with that natural look. He was more turned on than ever.

Olivia walked to her closet and she stood there for the longest time looking up on the shelf. She was just staring at a golden box with black trim on it. Jake was watching her. He knew what was inside of that box. He knew and he was begging her to reach up and get it. He needed her to go and get that golden box. He was in his boxers and they were steadily growing watching her stare at the box. She went up to the shelf in question and stood on her tip toes and got the box down. She went to the bed and sat down. She hung her head down in defeat maybe. Jake didn't care, "Open the box Olivia and put the damn thing inside you," he screamed at the television screen!

He was eager with anticipation and he was ready. He was already rubbing himself waiting to see her do herself and in turn he would do himself. Olivia got on the bed but she didn't lie on top of the bed as she did the last time he watched her. She got under the covers. She left her breast exposed but her lower body was under the sheets and comforter. He couldn't see a damn thing! What was she doing? Let me see you Olivia. We started this together. Pull the covers back dammit! She didn't. Oh my god he wanted that visual. He needed that visual! He wanted to see her doing herself.

Her eyes were closed. She had one hand on her breasts manipulating them and the other was under the covers which were moving in a suggestive manner. He knew she was moving the dildo in and out of her. Okay he would take this if it was all he could get right now. It would have to be enough for him tonight. Turned out it was more than enough. He was going to town on his piece. He started moving with the same cadence as he saw the covers moving. He was watching her movements. She now had both hands under the cover obviously working the dildo. She become more and more animated and so did his.

Suddenly both her hands reached for the headboard as her body was arching from the bed. She was bucking under the coverlet and her mouth formed a frantic scream and he knew she was coming. He let out a roar too and he shot his wad onto his leather sofa. He had been standing. He had to sit down he was so weak and disoriented from his release. Shit he was thinking he just might die when he really got inside her.

When he was able he reached for the roll of paper towels and Lysol spray. They had seen a lot of action too lately on his couch. Jake couldn't wait to really make love to Olivia Pope. It was going to be fucking amazing!