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Broken Rules "I hate this politically correct bullshit!" Nancy slammed the locker hard as she collapsed upon the bench. The step workout had been intense but she found her thoughts drifting back to him. Malcolm was new to the company. He had Capitol hill connections, but it wasn't his potential benefit to the client list that awakened her at night. Nancy was still unsettled by the dream she'd had earlier in the week. The moans she heard awakened her from a fitful sleep. Her gown was wet with perspiration as she sat upright in the darkness. She remembered the ache of loneliness she felt as she hugged her knees and rocked her body. She regretted telling Suzanne about her interest in her new coworker. Her friend had picked up on the tension in her voice. Suzanne even laughed as she accused her of having stardust in her eyes. "Sue, meeting deadlines and being number one aint everything," Nancy said as she removed her leotard. "Why here, why the hell did he have to show up right now?" Nancy furrowed her brow as she screamed, "I don't have time for this." She heard Suzanne chuckling again. "Nancy you don't have time not to deal with this," she said. "It's not about needing a man for validation, it's about wanting a man because.... just because it feels good." Nancy glared at her friend. The look ended the discussion as Suzanne headed off to shower. Nancy thought about her words. At 35, she still looked good. The petite body of the former cheerleader was actually firmer than it had been in 1982. "But Washington was so competitive," she thought. "In New York, the tall ones worked at Sak's and Bloomingdale's, here they got the best jobs on Capitol Hill." Nancy wanted it all, but time was running out. She never quite relied on "cute and perky," but this situation was giving her second thoughts. She headed back to the weightroom to ease her frustrations. As she grasped the lat bar in the nearly deserted gym, she looked out across the Potomac toward Washington. The lights reflected off the black surface of the river in the darkness. She continued through her circuit routine. Each thrust of her thighs brought more unsettling thoughts flooding into her mind. The washed over her like waves as she strained against the machine. Her center reacted to each hard thrust upward. The flow of blood through her muscles was enhanced by her exertion. Her brain alternated between feelings of intense arousal and the power of her straining thighs. She fully extended the weight. The slow descension of the counter-thrust made her focus on the thought of Malcolm moving deep within her body. Laying flat on her back, she pushed her legs upward, and then she relaxed. Each movement grew in intensity. She found herself struggling against the weight. Nancy pushed harder, as her grunts underscored the taxing demand she placed on her body. The sucking sounds of air escaping her clenched teeth on each downstroke punctuated with sensual gasps. her reflection in the darkened mirrors of the gym startled her. She was a woman who found herself desiring the forbidden. She had always avoided office romances, but Nancy knew, this time she would break her own rule. |
Obsessive Desires "This just wasn't her style," Nancy thought as she contemplated changes in her life. Poise and efficiency had been trademarks of her character. She was determined not to compromise her reputation in the pursuit of her desires. Her dreams of passionate encounters with Malcolm were evolving into disturbing obsessions. She stroked Kashmir's neck and shoulders, listening him to purr deeply. "I wish I could get results this easily with him," she thought, as she threw back the covers and headed into the shower. Nancy was in the habit of rising early. Mornings were a special time when rituals could clear her mind preparing her for the challenges of the day. Her eyes were closed lightly as she felt droplets of warm water wash across her skin. The frothy lather oozing from her bath sponge ran down her breasts. Again his presence invaded her thoughts. She heard his voice deep inside her mind. He whispered her name, tenderly, as she massaged shower gel across her belly. She felt his hands softly stroking her thighs. His strong arms seemed to hold her from behind, as she imagined Malcolm sharing her morning shower in delicious detail. The images sweeping through her mind scared her. Trembling in the steaming stall, she reached for the brass lever. Today the rush she got as water went from hot to cold was more than just an exercise to invigorate her skin. As she walked around her apartment alone, there was more than just her customary mapping of her schedule. She found herself committing to a snap decision. Somehow she could justify her lack of conflict on this subject. She had always planned her life, moving through each phase methodically. She had found wisdom in carefully considering her options. She thought about Suzanne's words, "Perhaps her friend was right, perhaps it was time to deal with her very physical needs."br> She reached into her drawer, pulling out the black silk that seemed to suit her mood for the day. The separation offered by her lace trimmed bra would look great under her black cowl necked blouse. She enjoyed wearing red on days like this. She smiled as she remembered the expressions of Hill staffers she encountered with the look. Lobbyists'luncheons were not the place for cleavage, but the right impression could prove useful in cultivating sound relationships. Checking her seams, she picked up her portfolio, and her purse, and headed out the door of her Alexandria apartment. She walked to the Metro with Malcolm still her mind. She tried to tell herself that this time it was strictly business, and getting him into the swing of things. Still in the recesses of her soul, in the deepest corner where unfulfilled passions dwell in darkness, she wanted him. Nancy Smith just couldn't shake her mood. She felt like a nervous and distracted school girl. She wondered whether she would regret the ride over from Arlington to the Capitol Hill restaurant. It was his idea to share a cab, but yet, she couldn't keep her mind on business. Nancy heard Malcolm's voice, he was asking about who would be joining them. She wrestled with her thoughts. "Business Nance, business." She heard herself insisting silently as she squirmed in her seat. The crimson silk of her skirt rode up across the black hose that covered her thighs. She wanted him to glance down, inappropriately. Instead, Nancy found herself staring at the blue wool blend of Malcolm's suit. She could almost count the pinstripes as their long, straight lines approached his crotch. This preoccupation with lust was a new feeling she did not want to shake. She was used to getting what she wanted, but she wasn't sure yet, why this seemed so important. As the cab pulled up in front of the restaurant, she inhaled, and Malcolm's scent was imprinted in her memory. | ||||||||||||||||
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The Meeting Malcolm paid the driver, and they exited the cab. He followed her through the lobby of the Tandoor Bombay. It was eclectic enough. The Capitol Hill crowd found its intimate rooms cozy for conversations away from peering eyes. The staff had a way of being nearly invisible, and good tips guaranteed discretion. Nancy made the introductions, Tom Sutel, the committee chair's senior aide; Janelle Stuart, senior committee staff assistant, and Marguerite Davis, legislative liaison to the Speaker's office. Customary handshakes and pleasantries were exchanged. The five of them headed into the oak paneled dining room through the double doors that led from the foyer. These luncheons rarely had substance, this was after all just Malcolm's first opportunity to get to know the clients. Nancy understood that happy staffers had a way of shepherding positions for lobbyists they liked. Marguerite was everything Nancy hated about Capitol Hill. There were red highlights in her long straight hair. Her deep green eyes were set against clear amber skin. She had a smile that just said 'like me,' but Nancy hated the model's body most of all. She also had long legs, topped by really average breasts. But they were always draped in textures and fabrics that screamed out class with a capital 'C'. She also had a way of calling Nancy 'Smitty' in public which just drover her up a wall. Now, before her very eyes, she saw yet another reason to dislike the leggy fugitive from a Givency opening. She was trying to charm Malcolm Powell right out of his pants. For now Nancy's poise and training would have to take control. She would deal with Ms. Davis with her usual diplomatic aplomb. Malcolm continued his verbal fencing. She was impressed as she watched him parry comments from legislative lackeys. He stroked their egos, and let them wallow in exaggerated relevance with his words. She watched him deftly handle the fine stemware as he sipped mineral water with his meal. His large fingers held the china cup delicately as his dark lips sipped the hot espresso with dessert. The meeting wrapped up with Malcolm acquainted with the bit players he'd see frequently in the months ahead. He followed Nancy out the door, as she hailed a cab on Connecticut Avenue. He held the door as she entered, and she saw a hopeful sign. Malcolm's glance seemed to hug her firm, muscled thigh as she lifted her leg onto the floor of the cab. He even pursed his lips slightly as she slid to the right to make room for him. Nancy allowed the red silk of her skirt to ride up higher. She paused before placing the black textured leather of her portfolio flat across her lap. Malcolm's gaze did not hide his interest as she looked at him and smiled. He stammered uncomfortably as he gave the driver the address of the office back in Arlington. Malcolm turned his face toward the window as his body language built an instant wall. They rode across the Key Bridge in silence. Malcolm made brief notes in his 'Daytimer' with his Waterman. The gold tip set a fine line of blue black ink on the thin lined pad, as he held the brown enameled pen in his hand. Nancy lost herself in a position paper one of the committee staffers had given her. She pulled it closer to her face as though she sought a better view. Nancy glanced across to admire Malcolm's profile. Beneath her businesslike expression she was an emotional basket case. She thought about his eyes roaming over the black stockings on her legs. She remembered his gaze locked on the seams running upward toward the red silk hem of her skirt. She imagined Malcolm curling his tongue behind pursed lips. A warm feeling swept through her body as she thought of his eyes on her. She replayed the image of him watching her red silk jacket open to reveal the black cowlnecked blouse covering her body. The cab pulled up to the building, and she smiled. | |||||||||||||||||
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