Chapter 23
Tonight was Olivia's date night. She was giving it the old school girl try. She wanted a normal life she really did. She wanted to fall in love with some bright young man that would fall madly in love with her at first sight. They would marry and have a beautiful life. Married with children, wasn't that what every woman eventually wanted? It hadn't happened for Olivia. Instead she had met a bright older man that was married with children and she had fallen madly in love with him. What every woman eventually wanted had never been one of Olivia's life goals. And then she had met Fitzgerald Grant and her life and her goals had been turned up-side down. She had wanted him with every fiber of her being.
She had been a liberated woman that had wanted a career in Washington, DC. It was where the power players were and she had sought power. She had finished law school and after a brief internship she had known she didn't want to be just a lawyer. She wanted to be amongst the power players as a confidant and fixer of their problems.
So she had started her own business. She and her best friend and fellow attorney Abby had opened their little storefront office after spreading their flyers all over town. Harrison had initially been one of her clients. After she had cleared him of alleged white collar crimes and gotten him released from prison he had come to her saying he wanted to be part of the team. He had been a lawyer too that had been stripped of his license because of crimes he had in truth not committed. He was cleared and had gotten his license back and he now was one of them. He had added quite an investigative edge to their business. Olivia had met and befriended this homeless man (Huckleberry Finn) who would eventually become her IT guy and the fourth member of her team. Lastly she had taken in Quinn aka Lindsey Dwyer another not quite above board attorney. The rest is history. Her company blew up. She became the one you came to if you wanted things fixed. If a bad force had come into your life you called Olivia Pope and Associates to remove it from your orbit.
The orbit of Olivia Pope was somewhat small. There were people she surrounded herself with at the office and there were the people she surrounded herself with at the office! Olivia didn't trust people in general. She had experienced too much duplicity in her life to have trust in anyone but the gang of five, and that included herself. Olivia hadn't any family that she acknowledged. She and her father were more than estranged. They were done. She immersed herself in her work. The one so called serious relationship she had, it had ended badly. She now depended on her battery-operated-boyfriend for sexual release if she even felt the urge. Her business was taking off and she was very busy. Who had time for love anyway!
And then one day almost four years ago fate came calling on the phone. Olivia received a call from her favorite Law Professor asking for a favor. He wanted her to come and check out the failing campaign of a particular candidate for President. Cyrus had become the campaign manager for the guy. His candidate seems to have it all. He was tall, energetic, good looking, and well educated. He had the required beautiful wife and two children. He knew politics from start to finish.
His candidate was a past governor of California that seemed to have it all going for him but none of this was translating into a rise in his poll numbers. Something was holding them back. Professor Beene had asked Olivia to come in and observe the candidate and the campaign and see if they could be fixed. He was sending her a packet, "Open it Olivia and get back to me."
She had come on the road and secretly observed the candidate in his element. The candidate and his wife were out there on the trail laying it on thick but she had seen it almost immediately. Olivia expected the American people had seen it too. There was a chasm a mile wide between the candidate and his wife. They were both showing a lot of pearly whites but something wasn't right there. If the Governor and his wife were trying to sell themselves as a loving couple that wanted to live in the people's house, they were failing miserably!
Olivia had typed out her observations of what was fixable with the Professor's candidate and sent him her prepared notes with her final bill. Cyrus Beene had called Olivia and discussed her findings. He had another job offer for her. He asked her to come on the trail with him as Road Manager of the Grant Campaign. He realized she ran a full-time business in DC but he was very serious about hiring her. He offered her a phenomenal salary to come on board. He wasn't even asking her to be there every day. He would continue to manage the campaign, what he needed was someone to manage unmotivated staff and to cultivate the Grants and provide him with guidance. He wanted the fixer to fix the Grants.
In Olivia's opinion she was being offered a lot of money for her to do nothing really. The Grants needed to tightened their shit up and start acting like a real married couple instead of an estranged one. Drill sergeant Pope knew she could whip the roadies on the campaign trail into shape with one conversation. Either you did your job and did it well or you would be replaced. Volunteers were one thing, but people that were being paid to do specific jobs were something altogether different. Olivia ran a tight ship at OPA. If she took this job it would be no different. She would come in and change the dynamics of this campaign. Cyrus was giving her free rein to do what was necessary to turn this campaign into a winning one.
This all seems like a simple story of a fixer that came in to turn a failing and losing campaign around. To some degree it was. But Olivia knew in her heart it was more than that. She had opened the packet she received from Cyrus Beene with no particular anticipation. He had been one of her most admired law professors. His classes had been superior to others on campus. Everyone that took politics and the rule of law seriously wanted into Beene's classes. You applied to his classes early because if you didn't there wasn't a chance in hell you would get in.
After Professor Beene gave his "Why you should get up and walk away spiel" on the first day of class, many students did just that. He only wanted serious students in his classes and if you weren't serious he guaranteed that he would fail you. There was no make-up work, no scaling of grades, and there was no mercy. She loved it and she had enjoyed his classes tremendously. They had developed a very good student-teacher relationship. It had evolved away from the classroom, they were friends. If she had some political question with a legal edge that she was unsure of she would call Cyrus Beene. They had kept in touch and he had referred a couple of clients to her.
So she opened the packet and read the cover letter. Fitzgerald Grant was his newest client. So the prodigal son was running for President. She had heard of the California dynasty of politicians. She thought to herself this was an ambitious undertaking for the Professor but she read on to see why he had sent her the packet. When she got to the 8 by 10 color glossy of the candidate she couldn't take her eyes off of it. She had seen this man before she knew she had but where? She closed her eyes and tried to remember if she had met him somewhere before but she couldn't remember meeting him. She kept seeing images of him standing around looking at something, was he looking at her? It was as if he were waiting for something. The images in her head she couldn't shake them out of her psyche. It had made no sense to her at the time. But her gut was telling her she knew this man. And her gut was never wrong.
She had taken the job. It would be steady income for the next two years. She would get a credit card to fly her to and from purposed campaign events. She would be in charge of the DC campaign office and she had been charged with giving the "Why you should get up and walk away spiel" to the roadies involved with the Grant campaign. He wanted this ship righted and he believed she could do it. She knew she could do this job no doubt about that. But more than anything she had wanted to know how she was connected to the candidate. So Olivia Pope had come on board.
Cyrus had told Fitz he had hired someone to come in and take his dying campaign off of life support. They were doing something wrong and they needed to correct it pronto. Cyrus hadn't given him any details. Fitz figured some guy in a bad business suit would show up and think he could start bossing him around. It wasn't going to happen. He had won the governorship of California by being who he was. He wanted to be President of the United States but he sucked up to no one.
Today was the day Olivia was to make her presence known to the candidate. Olivia would meet him face to face today. She had watched him long enough around the perimeters of the campaign. She knew what was wrong and what was fixable. She was going to attack the lion in his den so to speak. She wanted the candidate to know she meant business. If he wanted to win he would follow her lead!
Today was the day Fitzgerald Grant was going to light a fire under his campaign. Everyone was moving at a snail pace. They seemed to be working on the premise that because the actual election day was almost two years away they could just tiptoe through the tulips until what six months before election day? Where had Cyrus gotten these people? He recognized a few of them from his campaign for Governor. Cyrus had headed that campaign too and he knew good and damned well he didn't like slackers. Fitzgerald Grant lit into the Washington office. They had lost Iowa to Sally Langston and they were down in the polls going into New Hampshire. He had blasted them and he was now asking for feedback as to what was wrong with the campaign? Did anyone have any ideas? His diatribe had been blistering, no one was saying anything.
Cyrus was watching and listening. He knew the campaign workers would say nothing. If they had any ideas they were too timid to voice them. Fitz intimidated these people. However Cyrus' ace in the hole was in the audience today and she wasn't intimidated by anyone. Olivia Pope was in the house. She was having her coming out party today.
Well Olivia said to herself, "This is it, this is my cue." She stepped out into the center of the room and let the Governor have it. She said something to the effect that he was the problem, he and his wife. They weren't personable enough. No one believed they were happily married because no one believed he was screwing his wife. The both acted like they had frostbite around each other. She described his marriage as cold, distance and dead. Republicans she implied wouldn't accept a man that didn't screw his wife. They would assume he was screwing someone else. It had to do with family values. She didn't hold back. She wanted to peel back his layers of old paint publicly and see what he revealed.
What the hell is this? Who is this woman? She looked so familiar. Fitz had seen her before but not here involved in his campaign. He asked her name and exactly who was she? He was stunned. This is the person that Cyrus had hired to help them? Was Cyrus out of his damned mind? This woman he thought to himself again didn't he know her? There was something very familiar about her.
It didn't matter if he did know her. She was wrong to confront in front of his staff that way. He had promptly tried to fire her, this Olivia Pope. Why in the world was his heart beating so fast? They both knew why when they faced each other later in that hall way. Her heart was beating fast too. They had both seen in their heads the images of their bodies twisted together and moving in the throes of passion. His hands on her breasts, their tongues mating in loving combat, and him buried deeply inside her. They had looked in each other's eyes and they had known if she didn't walk away or he didn't see her fired, the road they were going to travel. Yet he asked her to come back and she had!
Neither one of them had been strong enough to do what should have been done that day. So now almost four years later she is trying to talk herself into going out on a date with a man she doesn't really want to go out with. She was going to do it though. She needed to see if she was even capable of interacting at all with other men on this type of level. Get Fitzgerald Grant out of your head Olivia and go to your closet and lay out what you plan to wear tonight. Concentrate on that. You had great fun with this guy. It will probably be another great night. Her subconscious was in overdrive tonight trying to tell her what to do.
She went to her closet and pulled out some things. She wanted to be sexy but she didn't want to send off the wrong signals. She just wanted to have fun tonight. She was no longer looking for a dick. She was over it. It had been foolish from the get go. "B.O.B." was out too, she needed to sit down and decide what she was going to do. She wanted her old life back.
She decided on a little black dress and her garnet jewelry. It was jewelry Fitz had given her for her birthday. She loved the pieces. She would compliment that with red lipstick, red shoes, and red bag. She topped it off with her black and red Stella McCartney jacket. She looked damned good in that outfit. She was going to wow her date, have some fun, and come home.
Jake was excited. Tonight he was expecting to get into Olivia Pope aka Carolyn's panties. She wanted it he could tell. She had called him and set up the date a clear sign she was coming around. He was at home watching his home movies of Olivia Pope. He was just watching all the footage he had. He was calling it a prelude to his date tonight. He was getting hot and bothered. He was almost to the "do it yourself sex part; he was anticipating it. His phone rang, caller ID said it was the office. Shit he was just getting to the good part. They were open until two this afternoon. Randy and Shelia were running the office today. Basically Saturday was a follow-up day with current customers and putting in calls to potential customers. Whoever had Saturday duty spent the better part of the nine until two day on the phone. He rarely went in on Saturdays. Saturdays were for minions!
It was Shelia. Randy had been called out of the office to do an emergency follow-up in Hagerstown, Maryland. Shelia was basically just a glorified secretary. She didn't handle clients. It was one-forty-five, fifteen minutes before closing. One of their best paying clients was on the phone and needed a job done right now in reference to his cheating wife. He knew where she was right now with her lover. He needed pictures and video for his court case. He needed it done right now. He would pay top dollar to the agency for it. Jake took down the number and called the client. He tried to calm the man down. He told the enraged client he could call in one of his best agents and get the man out to him probably in the next thirty to forty minutes.
That wasn't good enough for this clown. His client was livid. His wife had dropped his kids off at mutual friend's house and now she was shacked up in a no name motel with another man. He was going to divorce her and get the kids. He needed to memorialize this event for his lawyers. He had been following her watching the entire thing take place. Sure he could take some pictures on his phone, but he wanted a professional to photograph and video tape what was happening. He needed someone to come to the scene right now. Jake looked at his watch. Could he get to the scene and do what he had to do and still get home and get ready for his date? Sure he could. He turned off the television and grabbed a coat. He kept his equipment in his truck ready to go. He asked the client for the address. It wasn't that far away he could be there he estimated in less than thirty minutes.
Jake met the client sent him home and waited for his wife to immerge from her love nest. Why didn't people just get divorced when they fell out of love and move on? He didn't know the answer and he didn't care. This type of foolishness was keeping him in business. It was now three-thirty-nine and the woman and her lover hadn't come out. According to the client they had entered the motel around twelve-thirty. Three hours was more than enough time to bust several nuts in his opinion. He had things to do. He needed to be back home no later than six to shower and get dressed. Plus he would have to fight some traffic to get back to Georgetown by seven-forty-five. He didn't want to be late.
Jake was now sitting in one of the shadiest areas outside of the District. He was going to assume the wife of this super rich old white guy didn't mind slumming in order to fuck this person she was with. By no name hotel Jake had meant this was a "bring your own sheets" type of place. But hey according to the client they had gone into the room all over each other like they couldn't wait to go at it. The old man was practically in tears. It was sad. There was no fool like an old fool. These rich old dudes married these beautiful younger women knowing good and damn well they didn't really want their wrinkled asses. It was all about the money. And his question was this? Was a dick inflated by Viagra really a dick? Obviously his wife didn't think so. When his time was up he was going to accept it gracefully. Fuck the little blue pill.
Maybe he would change his mind in his old age, but right now he considered it folly. He figured by the time he reached this particular client's age, in his seventies, he would have retired the thing. "Okay people come on out of there. It is now after four o'clock. What did this guy have a bionic dick? What in the hell were they doing in there? You are on a Saturday fucking tryst, not on the Love Boat. Bring your asses out of the room!"
He was leaving here at five o'clock. He was going to need probably over an hour to get home even using the short cuts he knew. After five o'clock on any day of the week this town was a traffic nightmare. A normal twenty minute ride could easily turn into an hour or more. He wasn't going to miss his date over this. He would promise the old geyser he would get the goods on his wife at another time.
Four-thirty came around and still they hadn't come out. Fifteen minutes later the door opened and they both just walked out holding hands. He adjusted his camera and took some close ups. He had the video camera on the dash trained on them too. The wife a young and beautiful big busted blonde was smiling like she had just been fucked for four hours. He was willing to bet she had been. The guy walked her to her vehicle kissed her passionately. He had caught some tongue action on camera. She started her car and left. The bitch was still smiling. Her husband was on a business trip or so she thought. Oh well, sometimes you had to pay the piper.
He finished up by getting the dude's license plate number so he could ID him for the client. Poor sucker. He hoped that pussy was worth the four hour bang because the guy was going to be named in an ugly divorce action. And there were young kids involved. He was shaking his head. This was what he did for a living; he couldn't get wrapped up in other people's misery. He packed up and left the scene.
He called the client and told him he could pick-up what he had requested on Monday morning after nine. Of course the old fucker wanted to see his wife's infidelity right now! Well he wasn't going to get it. He had done the job after hours, he was done. He had to go to the office and cut a professional tape and develop his own film. He didn't just hand over footage in the parking lot. He ran a professional business. The client offered to double what he was charging him if he got the info to him tonight. He had to turn him down. He had plans that he couldn't change. The old fart finally said he understood and he would see him Monday.
Jake raced home and showered. The traffic was a fucking horror story. He would be lucky if he arrived at the Ritz at eight. He had no way to call "Carolyn" because she refused to give him a phone number. So now he was rushing around like a chicken with its head cut off. He had changed into some brand new pressed jeans and a white oxford shirt. He put on a blue sports coat to complete the look with his camel-colored Rockports.
He checked his hair to make sure it was secure. He had it redone every three weeks, this was week three. He had started thinning out almost ten years ago. He just woke up one morning with a fucking bald spot in the center of his head. Yes he was vain. He had initially tried implants. It looked like he had black spikes stuck in the middle of his head and the implants seemed totally out of place. One of his clients owned a hair restoration business. He had turned Jake on to the sew-in weave for men. He now had a head full of hair. He walked past the long length mirror in the hallway and he smiled. He looked like he had just stepped off of GQ magazine.
He had gone out through the garage. He was driving Ms Benz tonight. Ms Benz was a 2013 AMG-GT he had dropped a cool 100K on. He wanted to impress Olivia Pope and he didn't want to be driving a truck. There was a chance, actually more than a chance that she would come home with him tonight. He was hoping she would. The traffic was a quagmire as he knew it would be. He didn't like it but he took his Mercedes Benz down streets today that he would never travel in the light of day let alone as darkness fell. But he didn't want to be but so late. He was sure Olivia Pope was a woman of action and she just might walk the hell out if he wasn't there on time. He had his piece with him and he wouldn't hesitate to use it. So he pushed on through small streets and back alleys trying to get to her.
Olivia had taken a cab and had gotten there early. She knew the traffic around here. She had spent four years of her life in this area while in law school. She loved the place. She had lived close enough to walk here. She loved this old theater. A "Ritzy" crowd came here now. Back in the day you could wear anything and come in here. Now some people were dressed like they were going to the opera. Even she may have been a little overdressed but she had dressed to impress. She walked into the foyer area of the theater and immediately she had turned heads. She looked good and she knew it.
It was seven-thirty she decided to go to the bar and have a glass of wine while she waited for Jake. She had three hits in fifteen minutes. Okay where was this guy? Surely he wasn't going to be late or better yet stand her up. He is a businessman she expected timeliness. Perhaps it was for the best if he didn't show up. As she sat here drinking her second glass of wine and feeling a buzz, she was wondering what the hell was she doing anyway? She knew what she was doing. This was the first guy outside of Fitz where she had felt anything. However small the feeling was, it meant she was maybe capable of moving on if she wanted to.
Problem was she was slowly coming to the conclusion she didn't want to move on. She was beginning to see that this was a well played out temper tantrum. Her lover's wife showed up and ended a tryst she had planned with her husband, what in hell did she expect him to do? Admit to the truth? Come back to the cabin? He did come back and try to reason with her but she was so affronted by the entire scene that it sent her into an emotional spiral. No matter how much he said he loved her he was still another woman's husband. And that fact was steadily sticking in her craw up until a couple of days ago. She was being unreasonable.
Was anything she had felt at that cabin worth all the pain and heartache she was having every day. Was the emotional void worth not being with him? She still loved him. She wanted to be with him, not some random guy she picked up at a bar. It was five past eight. She could leave right now and a cab would have her back home in ten or fifteen minutes or she could take her wine with her into the theater order her some gourmet popcorn, air popped, and enjoy a great movie. Fuck the real estate man.
She got up and walked into the theater. The set-up was great. You could sit in pods of one, two, or four. Each pod was equipped with a table for your food and drink. You hit a button and a server showed up to take your order. You were facing this gigantic screen that showed a fabulously clear picture. She chose a pod for two; she had paid for two after all. It was just a few minutes to show time. She hit the button for service. She ordered her popcorn and set back to enjoy the old black and white classic.
Jake had finally gotten to his destination. He drove directly upfront for valet service. The valet came up to his car. Jake broke right into his lines, "Look if anything happens to this car I am going to be really pissed. Someone is likely to get hurt." He pulled up his pant leg to show he was carrying. "Park her where nothing will happen to her and I will give you another one of these when I come out." He handed the valet a fifty dollar bill. "Do we understand each other?"
"We do sir."
He handed the valet the key bob. "By the way did you see a short good-looking Black woman arrive here at about seven-forty-fivish? She is a knockout and she carries herself sort of like she is a queen. You didn't happen to see her leave did you?
"Yes sir I remember her. She actually arrived about forty-five minutes ago. You are right sir she is a looker. If she had left I would have noticed it. She is still inside."
Jake gave the valet a hard look and walked into the theater. He looked around. He didn't see her. Shit he had not asked her the name of the movie. There were six damned theaters in here. He was going to have to search all of them looking for her. Wait a minute, she said it was a romance right? He approached one of the ushers and asked which theater was showing an old romance tonight? She told him there were two old romances showing tonight. They were playing in theaters two and four. The movies had started in both theaters. He walked into number two and looked around he didn't see her. He came out and walked down to number four. He had to go from pod to pod before she found her.
"May I sit," he asked her.
"You are late and disturbing other patrons please do sit down!"
Okay she was pissed. "Carolyn I had something come up on the job come up this afternoon. I am so sorry. With traffic and all I was barely able to get back home and change and get here right now. You have to know I would never be late on a date with you. I wanted this date more than you will ever know. It means a lot to me. You wouldn't give me your phone number so I couldn't call you to say I would be late. I am so sorry Carolyn. I will make it up to you I promise."
"Forget about it Jake, it is not a big deal. You are here now. You haven't missed too much." The intro to the movie was everything. But it didn't matter if he missed it clearly. This movie was over Jake's head she was sure. This was an exercise in futility! "Have you ever seen Casablanca before," she asked?
He had seen this shit before and he hated it, plus it was in black and white. Who watched movies in black and white with all these good color movies out today? He would occasionally watch a black and white western and that was it. When he had watched this old thing it was because he had nothing else to watch, period. But apparently "Carolyn" considered it art. He may have to get used to this type of shit if this thing went anywhere. She said this was one of her favorites. If he played nice maybe they could turn this night around.
"Yes I have. It is a classic. Isn't this the movie where Bogart and Bacall fell in love for real?"
She looked up at him then and smiled. He was trying to impress her. It was Bogart and Bergman in this movie, but she saw no need to correct him. Hopefully she could tolerate his small talk for another ninety-two minutes. She was sure he would try and talk during the movie. Olivia wasn't going to have it! She loved this movie and she knew every line. She was happy to see it again.
This guy was funny in his creased jeans and oxford shirt. He thought he was decked out obviously. He looked cornballish for lack of a better word. Okay now she was being picky because he arrived late. People arriving late for a movie always made her mad. But he had given an excuse that seemed genuine. She decided to let it go. It was only for one night. "Can I order you anything Jake? There is the menu if you are hungry or thirsty."
He wasn't going to say he would pay again. If the broad wanted to pay he was going to let her. She made good money being an "accountant" right? He had to date spent $180 on wine and it was costing him $100 to park Ms Benz. Let her have her way in this. His payday was coming! "Let me check out the menu Carolyn I am thirsty and a little hungry. But I was hoping to take you out for a late dinner after the movie, my treat. Plus I know how you love to dance. We could turn this into a fun night. How long is this flick anyway?"
"It is an hour and forty-two minutes long. We have about an hour and a half to go." And if you had showed up on time and gotten what you wanted before the movie started I could hear this important dialogue. She was still smiling though. "Let's finish the movie first and see where we go from there."
"Whatever you say beautiful! Let's see they do have Bud, wonderful. How are the chili fries Carolyn?"
"I have never tried them; you get whatever you like Jake."
"I just want a little something to tide me over. I plan to talk you into something other than a movie tonight. Dinner and dancing would be a fun way to end the night wouldn't it?"
"Maybe, we will see." She hit the button for the server.
Jake got the chili fries and a bud. He had three buds before the movie ended. This was some boring shit. Carolyn was tuned in like she was in the movie. She didn't do a lot of talking during the movie. He had thought they would be having meaningful conversation during this time, it didn't happen. He had planned to convince her to go to dinner. Finally the movie ended. This shit actually won an academy award, for what? He had sat there patiently and watched Casablanca and oohed and aahed with Carolyn and the rest of the audience.
"That was a great movie Carolyn. I can see why it won so many awards. Thanks for the invite. Let's not end the night here. Let's go over to the club where we had so much fun the other night. You can let your hair down and bust some moves on the dance floor. You can dance your butt off Carolyn. I really like the way you move out there. I would love to dance with you again. I really enjoyed myself. You seemed to be having fun too. Let's paint the town red Carolyn. Let's have some fun. What do you say?"
Why not? She loved to dance. The point of this entire exercise was to have some fun. She looked at him he was like a child in a candy store begging. It was bad form begging. Why was she picking this apart, just go with the flow Olivia. She said yes. It seemed to make him happy. He was grinning from ear to ear. As they walked out of the theater he took her hand and held it.
He gave the valet his ticket and they were standing there waiting for his car. "Carolyn I am going to see that you have fun tonight okay? He had a huge grin on his face. His ride was about to show up. Showing off his car was almost like an aphrodisiac, he got a little thrill watching people go like; wow this guy must be rich. He wanted her to know he could play on her playing field. He could afford her fine wine and more. The valet came around with Ms Benz, she was fucking beautiful. He was waiting for Olivia Pope to acknowledge his ride and she didn't say shit. The valet opened the door for her so he didn't get to do that. He made sure she saw that he gave the valet a fifty. She didn't bat an eyelash.
They got to the club and he gave the man that greeted them two twenties to get them a booth right next to the dance floor. He was hungry but he had decided en route that he was going to concentrate on Olivia and getting her in the mood. He ordered a bottle of her wine right off the bat. Did she want some dinner or hors d'oeuvres? Anything she wanted she could have tonight he had said. She finally gave him a dazzling smile. She just wanted some popcorn to go with her wine. She had a couple of glasses and apparently her buzz was back on.
Olivia stayed on the dance floor. She was turning the place out. He was enjoying her backing her stuff right up on the bone. On the slow dances he was holding her close and lining her up with the bone and grinding it into her. She was not complaining at all. She was smiling and looking into his eyes like she was enjoying it. He decided the next slow song he was going to try and kiss her. He did and she actually kissed him back. He tongued her and everything. He decided to go for it. They had been at the club for almost two hours. It was now past midnight.
"Baby let me take you home and we can continue what we started. I want to make love to you Carolyn. I have since the day I laid eyes on you. I can make you happy. I can keep you smiling all night long." He was steadily let her feel what he would like to keep her happy with.
Olivia knew she was tipsy; there was just a swig left in the wine bottle. And she had been the only one drinking it. So she could always blame her behavior on the alcohol. This was the most fun she'd had in ages. The guy was good company. She was really enjoying herself. She was thinking she could honestly do this. She could go to bed with this guy. She still had condoms in her purse. She maybe tipsy but she sure as hell wasn't going to take him to her place.
She got the feeling he cared more about the Mercedes he was driving that anything. Could she convince him to do the dirty deed in his precious car? Probably not and she definitely was not feeling that move herself. She and Fitzgerald Grant had often gotten busy in his Presidential limo. However those had been extenuating circumstances. They had taken their stolen moments where they could find them. "Okay girl," her subconscious said, "Leave Fitzgerald Grant out of your goddamned foolishness."
"Your place Jake, how quickly can we get there?" She was on the fence about doing this. She had known it was liquid courage getting her this far. She wanted intimacy with a man. She was single goddammit. She could fuck who she chose to fuck. Shut the fuck up subconscious, you don't tell me what to do! You could be in love with someone else and have sex with another person if you wanted to!
"Carolyn I am at least twenty or twenty-five minutes from here. Where is your place?"
"We aren't going to my place Jake, you want to do this or not?"
He grabbed her by the hand and said, "Let's go." He got outside and told the valet to hurry there was an emergency. He pulled Olivia in an embrace and started kissing her passionately again. He didn't want her to lose interest again. He had her hot and bothered and he intended to keep her that way until he was nailing her to his bed. No one else was around so Jake was kissing and feeling her up in the darkness as they waited for his car. As soon as his pride and joy came they got in buckled up and he took off like a bat out of hell.
"You are one beautiful woman Carolyn. I think we are going to do very well together. You have had me on fire all night. You can't know how much I want you right now." He put his hand on her thigh and started to rub the exposed flesh. He wanted to put his hand up her dress right now. He wanted to touch that pussy. She didn't try to stop him. She wasn't saying anything she was just staring straight ahead. In the meantime he had to keep his eyes on the road while driving with one hand and trying to get his hand in her panties with the other.
He decided he would be chivalrous. If she in fact didn't want to do this he would back off. He could wait maybe one more date. "Carolyn you aren't saying anything. This is your call. What do you want to do? Do you want this?"
"Jake I want to do this. Just get us to your place quickly." Two could play his game. Olivia reached over and found his bone and started rubbing it through his jeans. Olivia said to herself he was solid but it was lacking length and girth. However it belonged to a real live boy and she was going to take it. "Hurry Jake."
"We could go to the closest motel baby." When she had touched his bone he had nearly lost it.
"No motel Jake, get us to your place."
He was already speeding like he was crazy but he would be home in less than ten minutes. God he wanted her. He had finally somehow gotten his hands in her drawers. He had gotten his hand in position to get his fingers in her slit. However all he could do was rub her up and down. In the meantime she had unzipped his jeans and was trying to find the opening and fondle him for real. This woman was going to make him stop Ms Benz along the road and fuck her. He took his hand from her he couldn't do what he wanted to do because her hand was driving him crazy. He put his hand over hers trying to guide her hand inside his drawers directly to the bone unsuccessfully. He was finally on his street.
As soon as he spotted his house he hit the button on the dash to open the garage. He pulled in, closed the garage door, and he was all over her. He pulled her into a kiss and she put her arms around him and kissed him back. Immediately he turned and put his left hand under her dress. He had to touch that pussy, he had to right now! She had on a thong so he just slipped his middle finger past what amounted to a thick string and pushed it inside her. She was wet. He pushed deeply inside her and started finger fucking her.
Olivia bit down hard on his ear lobe and commanded Jake like a dominatrix, "Let's go inside Jake right now!"
He got out of the car and rushed to her side and opened the door. He grabbed her by the hand and they entered a huge kitchen. He backed her against wall and started kissing her and his hands were everywhere. He was trying to get his finger back inside her. Olivia was kissing him back when she opened her eyes and she saw Fitz looking back at her. She shook her head and Fitz was still there. She pushed him back and he was Jake again. What was happening here?
"Jake let's slow done a bit, we have all night. Please I haven't changed my mind. I just want to slow down. We got carried away in the car. Let me take a deep breath okay?"
"Okay," he said. She wanted to slow it down; fine as long as she still wanted to fuck he would slow it down. He zipped up his pants over a massive erection. "No problem baby, you can see what you do to me right?" He took her hand in his and rubbed it across the bulge. "You just say when." He then took her hand and led her into his magnificent family room. He was waiting for her to say something about it.
"Jake would you get the wine, please? I need a drink I think to clear my head. You said you kept it right?" She sat down on the beautiful Natuzzi leather couch and crossed her perfectly formed legs.
He could practically see her pussy from where he was standing. He was in a fucking sexual haze and she wanted wine. Shit he had put that bottle of wine in the back of his wine cellar thinking he would never get to use it after he hadn't heard from her. "No problem babe, it is in the wine cellar in the basement. Pull off your jacket and anything else you want to Carolyn and make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back!" He was praying she would be naked when he got back. He would take her straight to his bed and nail her to it!
Olivia wasn't pulling off anything yet. She was nervous as hell. Seeing Fitz' face superimposed over Jake's had jolted her back to reality. Her buzz was gone and so was the urge to have sex with this man. She wasn't sure she was going to be able to do this! In fact she was sure wasn't going to do it. She immediately started thinking diversions! She was going to need diversions when the super stud got back. She wasn't going to fuck him and when she told him so it wasn't going to be pleasant. "Carolyn" was going to call a cab and go home.
She looked around and saw two remote controls on the coffee table in front of her. She assumed one of these turned on the big screen television. The first one made a red dot come on the dark screen but not the television. She hit the on button of the other remote and an image came on the screen. She sat up and did a double take, because there she was Olivia Carolyn Pope and she was walking naked to her bed in her home! She had the Fitz clone in her hand.
She watched herself lie on her bed and cover her lower body. She watched as the comforter started to move suggestively. Underneath the sheets and comforter she knew what was going on, because she had lived it. She had inserted the dildo inside her and started to move it in and out of her. In her fantasy Fitz was telling her what to do with the dildo and she was starting to feel like he was really inside her. "Turn the power on Livvie. Start it slow Sweet Baby and increase the speed when you are there!" When she had gotten "there" she had turned up the speed on the vibrator and gone to town on it. She was massaging and pinching her breasts just like he had told her to. She had pushed the dildo in deep and let go! She had reached out for something to hold on to as her orgasm began to overtake her. She had arched her back and let the fantasy she was reliving of Fitzgerald Grant making love to her drive her over the edge!
Jake had just come back into the room. The video was at a part where neither one of them could see what was actually going on because of the thick comforter. Olivia however knew this was the part where her toes were curling, she was holding the dildo in place with her thighs, and she was coming all over it. He saw what she was watching and he dropped the bottle of wine and jumped back as the bottle hit the floor. Shit! In his sexual delirium he had forgotten that the video was still in the machine. Why had she turned on that damn television? He was just standing there not saying anything with red wine and shattered glass at his feet. What could he say, he had been busted!
Olivia finally turned away from the home movie of her and trained her eyes on Jake Ballesston. She said, "You sick perverted fucking bastard. You are going to jail for a long time!