Inferno Anthology

by Gow, Kailin

  Isa was the Campaign Statician—a position Chase made up just to get Isa on board. Isa graduated last year from Cornell with two masters degrees: one in political science and one in statistics. He had been receiving job offers from various politicians for over two years before his graduation. It was no surprise to many when he decided to work with Senator Chase Underwood. Chase was hard to resist.

  “Lay down,” he ordered, and I quickly knelt on the cashmere blanket and tossed his blazer aside. “Why do you think we’re having the meeting? Isa gave me the numbers this morning. The numbers are based on historical data and none of the data is clear, but we’re pretty certain I can still pull off a victory if….”

  “If what?” I asked, as I lay down on my back and he stepped over me so he was straddling my legs as he looked down at me.

  A candle had magically appeared in his hand and my fingers clutched the blanket as I watched him tip it over my belly.

  “If you pretend to be with Teddy,” he said, as the first drop of hot wax hit my skin right below my navel. I drew in a sharp breath as the wax stung my skin for just a moment before it cooled. “You can start pretending right now.”

  I could feel myself becoming engorged with pleasure as Chase let another drop of hot wax fall just below the first drop.

  “But Teddy’s so… wound up,” I breathed.

  “I think you’ll find Teddy can be very charming. I have to make sure I leave you with an experience you’ll be thinking about all day tomorrow,” he replied, and a stream of wax hit the skin just above my pelvic bone and my body tensed as the liquid slid toward my lips. My hand immediately shot toward my crotch to keep the wax from burning me, but he warned me off. “Don’t move.”

  I drew my hand back and was quite relieved when the wax rolled sideways onto my thigh. He stood above me, his shirt unbuttoned and a hungry look in his eyes.

  “Close your eyes.” I shut my eyes and he brushed against my arm as he sat next to me on the blanket. “Put your hands behind your head.”

  I clasped my hands behind my head and he immediately poured the wax over my nipple. I yelped with pain, which was quickly relieved as he brushed the warm wax away with his fingers and took my nipple into his mouth. He gently licked and sucked until the pain was gone.

  “Better?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He poured the wax over my other nipple and I gritted my teeth against the pain as I waited for him to relieve it again. He waited a bit longer this time before he wiped away the wax and soothed my pain with his mouth. He pulled away and I nearly reached out to pull him back, but I wasn’t supposed to move.

  “Turn over,” he commanded. I flipped onto my belly and even the soft cashmere felt scratchy against my raw nipples. “Spread your legs and lift your ass.”

  I followed his orders, laying my face against the blanket as he positioned himself between my legs. He poured a fat stream of wax across my ass cheeks and I gasped.

  “Oh, god!” I cried, as the wax dribbled down my ass and the backs of my thighs.

  I could feel him moving behind me and suddenly his tongue was in my crease as his finger worked my clit. His tongue licked and massaged my opening and I tried not to squirm. The sensation of both areas being stimulated at once was unlike anything I’d ever felt.

  “Oh, Chase,” I whispered, trying not to raise my voice as I was still conscious of the open door leading to the balcony.

  “Louder.”

  “Oh, Chase!” I cried into the blanket bunched up beneath my head. “Don’t stop!”

  “Louder!” he shouted, as my body quaked beneath him.

  “Oh, Chase! CHASE!” I screamed, as he stimulated me beyond orgasm. “Please stop.”

  He didn’t stop. He continued stroking my clit until I came again, even harder. When he finally drew away, I collapsed onto the blanket shaky and exhausted. He laid his body over mine, brushed my hair aside, and kissed the back of my neck as I attempted to catch my breath.

  “What if someone heard me?” I whispered, as his fingers traced the curve of my hip.

  He kissed me behind my ear before he replied. “It was worth it.”

  Chapter 3

  The knock on the door came just as I was slipping on my heels.

  “Coming!” I shouted, and my heart raced as I approached the door of my hotel room.

  I pushed the door open and found Teddy Holt standing before me in a crisp gray suit and no tie holding a copy of the L.A. Times. The headline read: UNDERWOOD’S TORRID AFFAIR WITH ESCORT.

  “It’s show time,” he said, as he pushed his way past me into the hotel room.

  He took a look around at the dozens of melted candles and wilted rose petals and didn’t even flinch. Teddy was only a few months younger than Chase. From what Chase had told me, they had shared a dorm together at Yale and had been best friends since. Teddy had handled all of Chase’s campaigns since he became Senator ten years ago at the age of thirty-two. It was no secret that Teddy intimidated everyone, but I’d been harboring a special kind of fear for him these past weeks. To see him standing before me as an ally brought forth a whole new set of emotions.

  “Larissa,” he said, as he held the paper out to me. “It’s time to get this story straight, so it’s time for you to start paying attention.”

  “I thought we were going to lunch to discuss this.”

  “I said pay attention, Larissa. We’re getting our shit straight right now. There’s a pack of reporters at every hotel entrance. We’re not leaving here until you’re ready. You got it, sweetheart? This all hangs on you. It’s time to see if your acting skills are up to snuff. Can you handle that or am I wasting my fucking time?”

  Fuck! I’m supposed to pretend I’m in love with this guy.

  “Yeah, I can handle that,” I replied, as I snatched the paper out of his hand.

  “Good. Now, you don’t have to read that shit because none of it’s true. The truth is Chase ordered you from Black Tie Escorts as a birthday present for me and you and I fell in love. You got it?”

  I wanted to punch him in his perfectly chiseled, condescending face.

  “You can stop asking me that. I’m not a fucking child,” I replied, and his mouth curled into an impressed half-smile.

  “That’s good to hear because I hate kids,” he replied with a wink, and for a brief moment I could see what Katherine saw in him. “Are you taking mental notes? You’d better be taking mental notes, kid, because they’re going to be asking you these kinds of questions.”

  And the moment passed. For the next two hours, Teddy grilled me on my past, present, and future. He wanted to know everything from my favorite color and food as a child to what I had for breakfast this morning and where I saw myself in five years.

  “I don’t know,” I muttered, as I fidgeted with the corner of the newspaper in my lap.

  Teddy sat across from me on the floor, but I refused to look at him. “What do you mean you don’t know where you want to be in five years? It’s a simple fucking question. And don’t give me a bullshit answer.”

  “I can’t tell you because it doesn’t fit the story, okay?”

  “Oh, I get it. You want to be shacking up with Chase, maybe with a bun in the oven and a new Mercedes SUV in the driveway.”

  I heaved a deep sigh. “Can we move on?”

  “If we don’t get this straight in the next hour, there will be no moving on, Larissa. Now answer the fucking question and make me believe the answer.”

  I think you’ll find Teddy can be very charming. Was Chase being serious?

  My hands began to shake as I imagined trying to convince anyone, much less a reporter, that I was in love with this bully. I tucked my hands beneath my legs to hide the trembling and Teddy reached for my left hand. I drew my hand behind my back and he tilted his head as if he was disappointed with my poor acting skills. After a brief staring contest, I relented and held out my hand.

  He took it in his and looked up at me. “Go on.”

  I
took a short pause to collect myself as I tried to remember all the sense memory and “don’t act, be” bullshit I learned in acting class. I couldn’t act like I was in love with Teddy. I had to be in love with him.

  “I want to be with… with you,” I began. “I don’t care where we are or how many kids we have, or don’t have, or how many fancy cars are in the driveway…. I just want to be with you.”

  I could see the slight rise and fall of Teddy’s chest as he stared at me in silence. “Okay, I guess you’re pretty good at that… stuff,” he said, letting go of my hand and scooting back a few inches as if I had just admitted to having the swine flu.

  He went on to tell me his life story; everything I needed to know about his childhood up to this morning when he had bagels and lox for breakfast—with Katherine.

  “Shouldn’t Chase and Katherine be here, I mean, you and Chase are supposed to be best friends. Isn’t it natural to assume that Katherine and I have at least established a rapport, maybe even a friendship. Shouldn’t we get those facts straight?”

  Teddy raised his eyebrows as he looked at the carpet between us. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”

  “Why? I thought it was show time. Isn’t she part of the show?”

  “Look, Larissa, you should know that Katherine is not very… fond of you. She sees you as a threat to Chase’s career and she’s pissed the fuck off at Chase for bringing you on as his PA. So, no, you are not going to meet with Katherine and there’s no negotiating that.”

  For some reason, this piece of information disturbed me more than having to pretend to be in love with Teddy. I guess I had been under the illusion that Katherine and I would one day meet and she would thank me for taking care of her dear friend Chase. I never imagined she could hate me.

  “Hey, if it makes you feel any better, it took her more than three years to warm up to Chase. And she still hates him most days.”

  “What’s wrong with her?” I blurted before I could stop myself.

  Teddy glared at me. “There’s nothing wrong with her. In fact, you might want to take a page from her book and tone down the makeup, maybe try to at least appear a little less escort-ish.”

  “Excuse me? The campaign stylist told me to do my makeup like this. You’re an asshole!”

  “Well, that’s the first time anyone’s ever said that to me.”

  I shot up from the carpet and marched to the bathroom where my phone lay on the counter. I hit Chase’s number and he picked up immediately.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, and the sound of his voice immediately calmed me.

  “I can’t do this,” I said, as Teddy entered the bathroom.

  “Look, I’m sorry. That makeup thing was a low blow. I get it. Just hang up,” Teddy pleaded.

  A surge of bile stung my throat and I swallowed it down. “You’re a horrible actor!” I shouted at him.

  “Hey, what’s going on over there?” Chase asked. “Are you okay?”

  I glared at Teddy as his eyes beseeched me to hang up.

  “Larissa, talk to me.”

  “I’m fine,” I lied, as I looked Teddy in the eye. “I’m just really nervous. I think I’d feel better if I could get everything straight with Katherine.”

  Teddy’s eyes widened and I couldn’t help but smile. I had to let him know he no longer intimidated me. I was tired of being an actor in this play. I wanted to sit in the director’s chair for once.

  The pause on the other end of the line didn’t bode well for my proposition. I tried not to tap my foot as I awaited Chase’s response. Finally, he spoke.

  “Come up to the penthouse.”

  Chapter 4

  My heartbeat throbbed in my skull as the elevator climbed toward the penthouse. I didn’t think this through. I had no idea how I was going to approach Katherine. Should I attempt to be her friend when she clearly hated me? Should I keep it businesslike?

  “Relax. She’s not a fucking werewolf,” Teddy said, as the elevator slowed to a stop.

  “Uh, yeah, I think I would prefer a meeting with a werewolf right now,” I replied, as the doors opened directly onto the penthouse antechamber.

  The stark white wall in front of us boasted a surrealist painting I recognized from the art history course I took five years ago—just so I could share a class with my college boyfriend. I wished I could remember the artist. It would make a nice conversation piece to break the ice.

  Maybe Katherine didn’t like art. Maybe she hated it the way she hated me.

  We turned the corner into the penthouse and found Chase sitting on a crisp white sofa with Katherine sitting next to him on the arm—above him. I was beginning to understand the dynamics of their relationship more by the second.

  Chase stood as soon as he saw me, but I waited near the entrance for him to come to me. He planted a tender kiss on my cheek as I kept my eyes on Katherine’s dark flowing hair and haughty expression.

  “Larissa, you’ve met Katherine,” Chase said, his voice a bit higher in pitch than usual.

  “She’s not here to meet me,” Katherine said, casting a slow smirk in my direction. “She’s here to assert her authority over this debacle.”

  “Katherine, please,” Chase said, as he motioned for me to take a seat on the sofa. “Let’s keep this civil.”

  I shook my head. “I’ll stand, thanks,” I said, before I turned to Katherine. “Kathy’s right. You don’t mind if I call you Kathy, do you?”

  “Call me Kathy and I’ll call you Larry.”

  “Okay… Well, you’re right. I’m here to remind you all that I have the power to confirm or deny everything Heather wrote in that article and I’m tired of being a mouthpiece. For Christ’s sake, I have the hardest job here: I have to pretend to be in love with this!”

  Teddy did not appear amused by my jab at him, but Katherine let out a hearty guffaw.

  “I guess you’re not as dumb as Heather made you out to be,” she said, as she stood from the sofa and took two steps toward me so we were face to face. “If you can dig deep down into your bag of tricks and put on the performance of your life, I think I might one day grow to tolerate you.”

  Bitch. Bitch. Bitch.

  “Come now, ladies. There’s no need for all this vitriol,” Teddy chimed in. “We have to go down and face the hounds in twenty minutes. Let’s get our stories straight and get the fuck down there.”

  Chase pulled me aside and put his lips to my ear. “Are you all right?”

  “Peachy,” I replied tersely, as I moved to get around him, but he grabbed my wrist to stop me.

  “Larissa, whatever happens down there today, I want you to know that I’ll be on the other side waiting for you—no matter how far apart we end up after the blast.”

  “What are you implying? Are we going to have to break up if that’s what serves the campaign? Is that what you’re saying?”

  “I’m not saying that. I’m saying that, according to Isa’s data, we may need to enact plan B if putting you and Teddy together doesn’t work.”

  “What’s plan B?”

  Teddy sidled up next to me. “Plan B goes into effect if the press presents photographic evidence of you and Chase together. In that case, you’ll have to go underground for a while.”

  “Underground?” I repeated his word, as if I could glean the meaning by saying it aloud. “What the fuck does that mean?”

  When Chase and Teddy remained silent, Katherine answered for them. “It means you, my dear, will have to admit to seducing Senator Underwood during your long hours together and you will concoct a heartfelt, public apology to me right before you disappear.”

  “Disappear? What? Are you going to kill me?” I said, with a laugh and Chase took my hand and led me toward a corridor.

  “Where are you taking me?” I asked, as I attempted to wrench my hand free from his grasp. “What? Are you going to throw me out the fucking window? Make it look like a suicide?”

  “Stop it, Larissa!” he roared at me, as he led me into
a bedroom and slammed the door shut. “Listen to me. Plan B means you’ll get a new identity and we’ll relocate you, somewhere off the grid, for at least six months until I’m in office and the scandal has died down.”

  “Six months?” I whispered, as I realized what was happening. “Plan B means throwing me under the bus and putting me in solitary confinement for six months? You agreed to this?”

  He shook his head at me. “Larissa—”

  “Stop saying my name!” I shouted. “I know Teddy’s responsible for coming up with this, but I can’t believe you’re going along with it.”

  He took my face in his hands. “Larissa, please. It’s the only way we’re going to get through this in tact.”

  “It’s the only way you three are going to get through this in tact!”

  “Please,” he whispered before his mouth was on mine.

  I banged and shoved his chest, but he was too strong, and soon the gravity of his kiss pulled me under. He tore open my blouse and carried me to the bed. I undid his pants as he settled himself between my legs and yanked my skirt up. I gasped as he entered me.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, as he buried his face in my hair.

  I moaned as he thrust in and out of me. “Oh.”

  “I fucking love you,” he breathed into my ear. “I won’t… I won’t let them hurt you. I promise.” His face hovered inches above mine as I gazed into his eyes. “Tell me you love me.”

  “I love you,” I groaned, as his erection sunk deep inside me.

  He kissed me slowly and deeply until I finally had to turn my face away to come up for air. His teeth sunk into my shoulder as his body shuddered and collapsed on top of me. His breath was hot and ragged against my skin as I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on as if he were my life raft. He buried his face in my neck, making no move to unearth his still throbbing cock from inside me. We lay like this for what seemed like no more than a minute before a knock on the door interrupted.

  “Coming!” Chase shouted at the door, and we smiled at each other before he kissed me one last time.