Shades of Shame (Semper Fi) (16 page)

Patricia nodded, “Alright then let me see if Ronald will bring my bags up now.”  She stood and walked to the bedroom door, and looked down the stairs.  Ronald and Gracie were perched on the bottom step as if they were waiting their next instruction.  It was more than obvious they were just trying to hear what was going on.

“Ronald, bring my bags up here, please.”  She turned around and began walking briskly towards the adjoining bathroom.  “Come on, Elise.  Let’s get you cleaned up,” she said as she waved her arms for Elise to follow.  “A good hot bath will be a good start.”

“I’ll be right there, go ahead and run the water please.” Elise sniffled for effect as Gracie stepped into the room.  She watched Patricia close the bathroom door then turned to Gracie, “she never saw them, thank God!  Oh Gracie, what a mess!  If Patricia see’s those pictures it’ll be the end for all of us!”

Gracie smiled, her bright white teeth gleamed against her dark African skin, “Ronald is going to take the other set from David and destroy them.  We think there were only the two sets that little witch delivered.”

Elise stepped over to her friend and hugged her, “God I hope so!  Thank you Gracie, I love you!”

Gracie nodded and started out the bedroom door, “Love you too Elise but I’ll be damned if I understand why you put up with all these fools.”

Elise nodded, her silky blonde hair still wet with tears, “Can’t help it!  I love’em.  I swear I do.”

Gracie stopped at the threshold of the door, “Mind if I ask what you plan on doing about the Senator’s cheatin’ ways?”

Elise chuckled slightly; the pain in her heart was quite real.  She’d known David had strayed, that he liked a little kink, but what those photos showed were much more than a little kink.  She was already working on her plan for David.  When she was finished with him, he’d have lost all interest in other women.  “Don’t worry about him Gracie dear, he’s going to pay in ways he’ll never forget.”  Her eyes motioned towards the middle bedroom, the one with the giant lock on the door.

Ronald walked into the room laden with Patricia’s Versace luggage just in time to hear Elise’s response.  “Oh Lord, she’s gonna fuck him to death.  I just know it!”

Gracie shot him a look of pure disgust, “Shut your mouth, you damn fool.  What Elise does to her husband in the confines of their own house is none of your business.  Ya’ll men ain’t in the military no more.  If I find out you covering for him, or tellin’ him anything, you’re liable to find yourself chained to that torture table!  Can you hear me?”

Ronald laughed, “I might like that shit, Gracie.”

“Shut your face.  Ain’t no black person in the world who wants to be whipped and chained.  Been there done that.”

Elise rolled with laughter, “It’s really not like that, Gracie.  I’m surprised you haven’t loaded that room with some of your special ‘spices’ to rid it of its demons.”

“Mmmhmmm… see there, even you say that room’s got demons.  Used to be just a regular nice guest room.  If ya’ll didn’t keep it locked up tighter than a nun’s panties, I would’ve put some of my ‘spices’ in there.  Ain’t no one getting in that room without a key.  Tried it a thousan’ times.”

Patricia had disappeared long enough to start the water in the beautiful claw foot tub that stood as the centerpiece of the bathroom.  Once the water was running, she stepped back through the door and clapped her hands.  “Elise!  Let’s go.”

Elise pecked Gracie on the cheek, “Ya’ll go have a wonderful weekend darling.  I’ll see you Monday.”

“Come on!  Let’s get you looking like something other than a wharf rat!” Patricia reprimanded, as Gracie shot her a disapproving glance.

Patricia guided Elise into the bathroom and sat her on the Pemberly bench that was opposite the tub.  “You wait here.  I’ll be right back.”

Patricia made one last trip into the bedroom to grab the bottle of wine and her glass.  She looked at Ronald as he stood by the door, apparently too afraid to venture too deeply into the room.  “Ronald, would you help Gracie put fresh sheets on the bed and do a quick pick up in here before you guys go?  I don’t want her coming back in here and being reminded of how upset she was.  Maybe I can help her forget for at least the rest of the afternoon.  And Ronald…”

“Yes Miss Johnson?”

“Thank you.  Thank you both.”

Ronald smiled his familiar steady smile.  “Our pleasure, ma’am.  See ya’ll on Monday.”

Patricia helped Elise into the hot bath and slid in with her.  They sipped wine and bathed each other until the water turned cold.  “Darling why don’t you go ahead and get ready for bed, I’ll be right in.  I want to jump in the shower and wash my hair quickly.”

Patricia’s Shade

Elise climbed from the claw foot tub and leaned over to kiss Patricia before wrapping a thick towel around her and heading for her bedroom.  She loved Patricia so very much.  Their time together provided them both the release they couldn’t find anywhere else.  Both of them had loved men through the years, but the one single thing that’d remained strong through all of them was each other.  After all these years neither of them even bothered to try to hide it from David anymore.  He never cared to even comment on their relationship.

It didn’t escape Elise’s attention that the extremely large wooden door to her bedroom opened slightly and Patricia was peering in from the bathroom.  No, she knew it, although she continued to brush her hair as she sat at her makeup table.  She knew she was being watched, and the thought of it excited her all the more.  Patricia sneaking a peek from behind the almost closed door only heightened her anticipation.  It’d been a long time since they’d had this much time together, it’d felt like years in fact since she was last kissed and loved.

She looked down at her freshly painted fingernails.  Each finger nail had been meticulously soaked, filed, sanded, buffed, painted, and sealed to perfection.  And of course, one couldn’t forget the pedicure that went along with it.  Her nails were the perfect match, and a deep shade of blush that screamed class and elegance.  David would have insisted on some shade of ‘home wrecker red,’ as the young Vietnamese lady who did her nails called it.  But it was fairly clear now that David just wanted a whore when it came to lovemaking.  But for Elise, it was the slow easy touch of love that she desired, that she missed so much.  The soft gentle worship of a true lover, a romantic, someone who could get excited by the playful dance of bodies, not the wham, bam, thank you ma’am approach that had David written all over it.

She tried desperately to push the thought of David from her mind, taking particular note that this had nothing to do with her love for him.  David’s lovemaking had lacked any attention to her needs for quite a while, at least that’s the way she described it to herself when she was confronted with the thought.  It hadn’t always been like that, but things definitely changed after he became a senator and their private time disappeared.  Besides, it wasn’t like she was the only one seeking her pleasure outside the marriage.  She had seen the damned photos of what he liked.  And Elise planned on giving David what he thought he wanted.  She planned on showing him how he’d neglected her in the one way he seemed to understand, sex.  But first she needed to rejuvenate her own sense of self worth; she needed to be at her prime when she taught him this most valuable lesson.  Without seeking eye contact, Elise spoke softly, “Please come in.”

The door opened wide as her lover stepped through, making her way across the expansive room of Elise’s elegant Washington home.  The soft moonlight poured past the sheer curtain linings that highlighted the room, opposite the flame from the fireplace whose light cast almost perfect shadow of the two wine glasses that’d been carefully placed on the table in front of the fire.  Their shadows seemed to dance across the far wall like two lovers enjoying the faint music of Mozart which played in the background.  Elise rose and walked towards the far wall, her lover’s shadow now joining those of the glasses.  Stopping in her tracks she watched with fascination as Patricia slowly removed her robe, dropping it on the floor.  Her skin began to tingle with anticipation and she knew it would not be long before she was in her arms, the object of her desire.  As she reached bed, Elise dropped her robe to the floor and crawled across the soft comforter, moving slowly and deliberately as she hoped to entice her lover.

Elise wrapped her arms around her pillow as her hips instinctively rose to meet the warm touch of fingertips that slowly caressed the back of her thigh, pushing her nightgown up across her round bottom.  The sheer fabric of her panties now exposed to the night air did little to conceal her excitement as her lust filled the room.  Fingernails now scraped lightly across the fabric to the waistband, Patricia now hooked her fingers inside and pulled them down.  Elise could feel the hot breath of her now on the small of her back as Patricia’s lips finally touched her skin, kissing and gently sucking her soft flesh into her mouth.  Electric jolts shot through her body and she moaned quietly into her pillow as her panties were being pulled slowly down her thighs.  She could almost feel the burning of eyes upon her flesh.

With a firm grasp on her waist, Patricia rolled her onto her back and climbed between her legs, pressing her naked body against her.  Elise closed her eyes as her lover crisscrossed her way over her stomach and breasts, paying particular attention to each and every curve of her body.  Elise was in heaven, relishing in the moment, she felt like the center piece of desire.  Her lover’s meticulous attention to every detail seemed to wash away any apprehension of giving herself completely.  The lips gently sucking her skin made their way up her neck, nuzzling her face into Elsie’s neck and warming her entire body with their breath.  It was at the moment she realized she hadn’t taken a breath in what seemed like an eternity.  She gasped for air as their lips finally met, tongues entwined and the room went completely black.

Each session with Patricia seemed more intense than the last, and now she felt her arms being pushed above her head, her wrists being held down to the silk sheets as if to say,
you’re mine
!  Elise wasn’t fighting it.  No, in fact, she willingly opened herself up to the thought of being woman handled.  The kisses turned to nips as her lover bit gently down on her bottom lip.  The slightly rough play seemed to mimic their desires, Elise’s body thrilled as all of a sudden got noticeably sexier.  Elise wrapped her left leg around her lover, pulling her into her sex.  Her pubic bone now pressed against her mound lighting an additional desire the even Elise didn’t realize she had the potential for.  Patricia had her other leg pinned down to the bed and lifted herself above Elise, grinding her hips deeper and deeper into her mound.  Elise couldn’t stop the release of her orgasm as her lover pressed harder and harder.

The gentle bites turned into kisses and nibbles down and then up her neck, pressing her face into Elise’s ear.  The rapid sound of breathing pushed her further and further into her orgasm, releasing a noticeable warm flood of emotion all over her body.  Her toes curled and clenched as she rode the feeling like a rolling wave crashing into the shore.  Just as quickly, subsiding and returning out to sea, only to come crashing down over and over again.

The lovemaking literally exhausted Elise.  She adored making love with Patricia, it allowed her a release she could find no where else.  Patricia kissed her one more time before pulling the covers up and over her chest, “sleep now Elise, we have all weekend.”  Elise loved this feeling; it allowed her to be so completely relaxed that sleeping was never a problem.  She thought drowsily as she snuggled into the safety and comfort of her lover’s arms and drifted off to sleep.

Patricia watched her sleep, and her beauty shone even brighter after an orgasm.  She stroked her forehead, pushing the few errant strands of hair back behind her ear.  She kissed her softly and whispered, “I will always be here for you.”

Admission of Shame

Leila’s decision was made; she needed to get to Logan before he found out from anyone else.  She knew the minute she’d seen Lindsay packing her desk that something was afoot and it wasn’t good.  There was no telling what that bitch had told them.  Leila knew she’d been pretty sour to her for the last few weeks.  She guessed that she felt like Leila had stolen her lunch money.

She threw her luggage into her car and pulled out of her parking space in front of her mother’s townhouse.  She would just need to pick up something from the office before heading to Boston.  Logan had told her that he was spending the weekend there because he’d ordered a surprise for her and was picking it up.  When she’d texted him to tell him she wanted to join him for the weekend, he sounded ecstatic.  Leila was terrified to tell him, but there was no way around it.  Besides, in a way unfamiliar to her she now felt that she needed to share everything with Logan.

At the office she made her way to her desk as inconspicuously as possible.  She still couldn’t fathom that she’d left her book of secrets in her desk overnight, but it hadn’t seemed as important to her lately that she itemize each detail of her life.  Silently she pulled open her desk drawer and picked up the leather book from the metal drawer.  Beneath it was a manila envelope.  Terror struck her heart instantly; if someone had placed it there, chances were good they’d taken a look at her book as well.  Leila snatched the envelope and her book and raced back to the elevator, thinking she’d examine it in the car.  The one thing she didn’t want was for David to show up at the office and want to talk to her.  She’d said all she ever planned on saying to that ass.

Her hands were shaking visibly as she opened the manila envelope in her car in the parking lot.  As she pulled out the glossy photos one by one she sank lower into her leather seats.  It was worse than she thought.  Photos of her and David in his ‘Den of Sin’ bluntly showed the extent of her rough domination over him.  What was odd was that his cock was hard in all of the photos, and a sickly grin was pasted on his face.  She’d never realized he looked so old, or that his cock was so… small.  And worse, that he wore that stupid grin when she dommed him.  Instantly she felt like puking.  It was amazing how photographs can shed light on otherwise blind situations.  Leila felt truly sick to her stomach.  There was no doubt that Lindsay had masterminded having them taken.  Cameras had to have been hidden in bookcases and places throughout his bedroom that only Lindsay recently had access to.  Who knew, maybe they took photos of their own sick sex and used them to masturbate with later.  She didn’t care.  What she cared about was Logan, and if he saw these he’d despise her.  Leila knew that she needed to get to him fast before someone else did.