by RWK Clark
She smiled at him and then lifted her glass of chilled Chardonnay to her lips. With a slight smile she replied, “I suppose just one.”
Now Cyril could feel it: she was coming around. He knew that it had nothing to do with mesmerizing her with his eyes. He also knew that something in him was touching something in her, and it was a sensation he could not put into words.
“So, is your family in Kiev then?” DeSai lightened his voice significantly with this statement. He adjusted himself in his chair so he could give her his full attention.
Rasia put down her napkin and wine glass and sat back in her chair, her elbows resting on the armrests. “I have no living family. I was an only child, and both of my parents are dead.”
“Yes,” Cyril said. “Mine are as well.”
The room grew still and the trio turned their attentions back to their salads. After a couple of bites Oleks surprised everyone by speaking out. “Mr. President, I just wanted to tell you what an honor it is to meet you and dine with you.”
Rasia threw the young man a look of surprise before Cyril responded. “It is my pleasure, Oleks.” Now he turned toward the cameraman. “Tell me, do you have a wife? Children?”
Oleks blushed and shook his head, looking down at his plate. “No, sir. I’m not ready for that. With work I…”
“Oleks doesn’t currently have a lot of time for extracurricular activities,” Rasia interrupted. “I am somewhat of a slave driver, as I’m sure he would tell you if I were not present.”
Now Cyril laughed out loud, and the other two joined him. Rasia had just made an attempt at humor, though it hadn’t worked out for her too well. Oleks looked completely panic-stricken by her comment, but Cyril had seen the laughter in her eyes.
He found he wanted to know everything about her, and she had put a distance between the two of them, but he felt the gap narrowing ever so slowly. He decided that if he wanted her to stay for at least three days he would have to take things very slowly. Not bombard her with questions that were too much, too fast.
At the end of the meal they were offered coffee or brandy, and while Cyril and Oleks had the brandy, Rasia stuck with coffee. She was not about to get even the slightest bit loose now. The food served here was nothing like anything she had ever eaten in her life; her host had exquisite taste, and the power he had come to suited his entire personality. He was sexy and loaded with charisma, and something about his eyes seemed to daze her. More than once she literally had to force herself to look away from him; his gaze made her feel powerless, and powerless was something she had long ago determined she would not allow herself to feel.
This man was a catch, and love had absolutely nothing to do with it. When it came to Rasia Engres, she wanted something only if it meant her own personal gain. Her interest in President Cyril DeSai was based solely on this.
At least it had been. She had a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that at some point during the meal something had shifted for her. She caught herself looking at him out of the corner of her eye just to admire him when he was talking to Oleks. She had scolded herself, then caught herself doing it twice more.
But she would not let herself lose control. There was still way too much to learn about the man personally before she would even consider kissing him. But she was already certain that he stood out from all other men she had ever met, and in more ways than one.
As for DeSai, he knew that he was in dangerous territory with Rasia Engres, but he was sure that he would take the upper hand on the situation. He needed only to make her fully his first. Love, he thought. What was love like? He remembered love as an emotion, but he had not felt it in literally hundreds of years, not since Cecile. He had always assumed, at least ever since that fated night when he was turned, that love was not something that could be experienced by his species, and he had allowed his instincts and appetites to drive him ever since. Now, though, he was beginning to strongly reconsider. The fact of the matter was that Rasia had him in mental and emotional knots. He would do what it took to win her over.
“So, Ms. Engres, would you like to see some of Washington with me tomorrow, as we discussed in my office?” He was eager, but his voice did not give this fact away. His eyes were another matter altogether, though. He held them fast on her, wanting to take in everything about her response.
She took a sip of her coffee and looked him fully in the eyes. She felt the gooseflesh rise up on her skin, and it took her by surprise. She said, “You know, I don’t allow myself to mix my profession with my personal life, Mr. President. I have mentioned this on several occasions, both to you and Mr. Lamb.” He knew that the words she spoke were an act, to keep up appearances. She was going to give in, he just knew it deep inside. “I am not trying to be rude, but it is a life rule I have always lived by.” She looked away from him and sipped her coffee once again.
She was playing cat and mouse; he saw it on her face, and just then, for the first time, he noticed that she squirmed a bit under his look. This was very good, and he was glad she had lost her bearings slightly.
He smiled just a bit and took a sip of his own brandy, and after glancing at Oleks he said, “Your friend here is welcome to join us, and you’re going to be here three days, after all.” He looked directly at her and continued. “You’re a focused, driven woman. Wouldn’t you agree that never treating one’s self to rest and relaxation every so often instigates future ineffectiveness?”
Now she met his eyes with her own. “I would venture to agree, yes. Sure, President. I would be honored to accompany you around your city tomorrow. I am very tired now, however. I think Oleks and I will be leaving. What time should I arrive here tomorrow?”
“You won’t need to ‘arrive’; the driver will pick you up.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, and his stomach felt nervous and shaky; he rose from his chair and held his hand out to help Rasia to her feet. She took it, but kept her eyes averted from his face.
“Thank you both for dining with me this evening. I look forward to the pleasure of your company tomorrow,” he said. “I’ll have my driver pick you up at eleven, if that suits you, and we can have lunch before we hit the town.”
They began walking to the main foyer, and suddenly the two Secret Service men seemed to appear out of nowhere. “Mr. Dukes, Mr. Reinhardt, please see that Ms. Engres and Mr. Vanderflute get to the car. Tomorrow then?” He looked into Rasia’s eyes, and she returned his gaze. He then took her hand and kissed it gently, letting his lips linger for just a moment against her soft flesh. Then he abruptly straightened, and with a smile and nod, he turned on his heel and retreated quickly in the direction of his office.
When they were in the limousine Rasia spoke to Oleks. “The food was delicious, wouldn’t you agree?”
“I’d be crazy not to,” he replied.
She looked out the window. “Well, you may as well take the evening and find something to do you enjoy. Don’t venture about the town, though. You wouldn’t want to spoil tomorrow by touring it too soon.”
“Thanks. I’m sure I can find something without going too far at all,” Oleks said. “If I go out I intend to only have a drink or two.”
Rasia gave him a sideways glance. “Yes, only a drink or two. It wouldn’t do for you to be lagging tomorrow, now would it?”
∞
Once she was in her room Rasia took to her journal and wrote about the afternoon and the interview itself. She filled a full ten pages, front and back, with her recollections and even detailed her thoughts about how Cyril was going to be of great benefit to her future.
She also took a bit of time for personal reflection. She had to admit that, as a man, DeSai had gotten her attention. All her life she had been looking for someone just like him. He couldn’t fit the bill better. What had her thrown off was the emotion that he had stirred in her. After a bit of thought she wrote it off to being a virtual spinster, a virgin at thirty. That was it; she encountered a man who had her attention and she was horny for the fir
st time in her life. Well, he certainly wouldn’t be getting that.
The bottom line was this: she was simply evil, evil to the core, and it was a characteristic about herself that she admired greatly. Rasia Engres was not about to let any man, particularly this one, take that away from her.
∞
Oleks Vanderflute showered and dressed, humming to himself as he went. He intended to start his evening by having a couple of drinks in the hotel bar, and maybe he would take a short stroll around the block. Ms. Engres was right; he didn’t want to ruin the fun tomorrow by taking in too much of the area. He didn’t want to spoil the good time they were sure to have with the President.
He left his room around seven-thirty and went to the bar, where he ordered a whiskey and Coke. There were only a handful of people there: a couple of men in business suits sat at the bar, a pair of women had one table, and a single female sat alone at another. Jazz pumped out of the speakers softly, and the lighting was fairly dim.
He had just ordered his second drink when another woman walked in. She sat next to him at the bar and ordered a dry martini with no olives. As the bartender made her drink she turned to Oleks.
“I just love jazz, don’t you?”
At first he didn’t realize she was speaking to him, after all he wasn’t the type women usually sat next to and began a conversation with. He was sort of a lumbering fellow, and his sense of style was a bit off.
“Yes,” he replied. “I would have to say it is one of my favorite genres.”
She smiled at him as the bartender set her drink in front of her. She took a credit card from her small clutch and handed it to him. “Keep my tab open, please.”
She turned back to Oleks. “I take it you are here on business?”
“What makes you think so?” he asked.
The woman chuckled softly. “Well, not too many people visiting this fair city stay here unless they are here on business, and I must say, you don’t look like a wild, party animal rich boy.”
“Okay, you got me,” he said, smiling back at her. “My name’s Oleks.”
“I’m Lucinda. Nice to meet you, Oleks.”
She had short blond hair, and it was cut in a style that was very becoming of her small features. Her cheekbones were high and prominent, and her eyes were as blue as the sky. Oleks felt his heart go pitter-patter.
They spent the next two hours drinking and talking, and Oleks was getting a very nice buzz before he knew it. Soon, he was laughing at her jokes, and even tried to make a few of his own. She laughed, but even as his head swam he knew they weren’t funny. The woman was sweeping him off his feet.
“So, Oleks, you have a room here, I take it?” She asked the question while staring him hard in the face, her voice serious now, and very husky.
He couldn’t believe it; he was going to get lucky! While Oleks Vanderflute wasn’t a virgin, this was not something that happened to him every day. He had managed to sleep with two girls while he was in college, but on both occasions the girls had been smashed drunk out of their minds. It was only the fact that he wasn’t that he had even been able to take advantage of the situations then. Now he was catching a very nice drunk, and he was certain she was as well. He only hoped he could perform.
“I do. Do you?”
She nodded. “Would you like to see my room, Oleks?”
He couldn’t accept fast enough, and after they paid for their drinks the two left the bar, Lucinda holding onto Oleks’ arm as they walked out the door.
Her room was on the fifth floor, and it was much smaller than the room the President had gotten for him. He took a seat in one of the chairs and watched her as she turned on some music.
“Would you like a drink?” she asked him.
He nodded at her and then continued to watch her as she made a couple of vodka tonics from the small mini-bar. She moved like a cat, with grace and confidence. She exuded sex, and this was something that had him on the edge of his seat.
Soon she brought him his drink and when he took it from her their fingers touched, giving him gooseflesh all over. She set her own drink down on the table and leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. Then she kissed him again, this time with more intent, and her tongue found its way into his mouth; he quickly returned the favor, and she began to suck on his.
After a moment she stood and smiled at him, then she walked to the bed and sat down on the foot of it. She patted the spot next to her, inviting him to join her. He didn’t even think twice; he jumped up and moved to the bed immediately.
Now they began to kiss with passion. Oleks’ head was swimming; he could not believe how lucky he was! Her hands were running up and down his body, and she was pressing herself against the full length of him. In only seconds he had a raging hard-on, and he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to hold off.
As if she had read his mind she began to unbutton his trousers. They soon dropped to the floor around his ankles, and his underwear soon joined them. She stepped back and took her clothes off quickly; she wore nothing but a dress, and when she took that off Oleks saw she wore no bra or panties underneath.
She pushed him down on the bed, and he lay on his back with a huge smile on his face as she wrapped her lips around his manhood. Oh, Wow, he thought. If she kept that up too long he wasn’t going to be able to last at all. This was the first time a woman had bestowed this particular favor on him, and he was not at all experienced enough to control himself.
She didn’t take him all the way though. After a bit she straddled him and guided him inside of her warm body, and after riding him for only a second Oleks body gave a violent jerk, and he came inside her with great force. She continued to move up and down on him rhythmically until he was spent, at which time she lay on top of him and began to kiss his neck.
Suddenly Lucinda bit him, and she did not do this softly.
“Ouch!” he yelled, but she did not stop. As a matter of fact, she bit even harder, and he tried to pull away. It seemed he had no strength though, or else she was much, much stronger than he, because she held him fast to the mattress. Now she was sucking at the spot on his neck, and it didn’t seem to hurt so much anymore.
He began to get dizzy. “Lucinda… I…” his voice trailed off, and his vision began to get dark around the edges. Those were the last words Oleks would ever speak.
After ten minutes Lucinda stood and looked down at the dead man who lay on her bed. The job was done. The President’s men would be here soon to dispose of the cameraman’s body. She wiped her mouth and smiled. He would reward her richly for a job well done, and she didn’t even waste much of her evening.
∞
Cyril DeSai had a strong focus on eliminating the cameraman from the equation, and after spending a bit of time with him at dinner he knew getting rid of the young man completely was the only way to go. He was a bumbling sort, so it would be easy, and this was also the reason he had no interest in turning him. Just erase him from the page and get it over with; that was the best way.
He also knew that Oleks, for all his oafishness, would not be an asset worth saving when it came to his purpose. What good would he do Cyril, or even the rest of the growing family for that matter? If things didn’t work out with Rasia he would have this fat, unattractive cameraman on his hands who wouldn’t even be able to bring him fresh women. Yes, he was better off gone entirely.
DeSai chose Lucinda only because she had been a whore prior to her turning, and she would know just what to say and do to win the kid over in a very short time. She did her job well. He got the call from her telling him it was finished after only a few short hours, and this pleased him to no end. He directed his two regular servicemen to go take care of the body right away, and then he retired to his room for the night.
Now he would be able to spend the day alone with Rasia, and the oaf Oleks would not be a third wheel. Yes, one has to go to great lengths to get what one wants, but it would be worth it in the end. Cyril was sure of this.
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p; Chapter 21
Rasia Engres rose at six o’clock the next morning and took a long, leisurely shower after she ordered her breakfast from room service. She intended to spend the next four hours putting together her piece for the ‘Post’ on President DeSai. Today was sure to give her more material yet, so she wouldn’t get too carried away, but she wanted to turn in something outstanding. She wanted it to be personal, and she wanted it to pack a punch. No one else would be able to top her, and this would be the first piece about the brand new American president to hit newsstands.
She stepped out of the shower and dried off, then wrapped a towel around her wet hair, making a turban out of it. Her mind went to Oleks. She would call his room and have him bring her his camera so she could watch the digital recordings and pick some stills out of it, if she wasn’t satisfied with the stills he had already chosen. Certainly he was up and working.
There was a knock on the door as she exited the bathroom. She answered it in her bathrobe, and took the tray of food from the hands of the maid in the hall. She then went to her purse to get a tip for the girl before shutting the door and locking it.
Now she sat at the table with her breakfast before her and picked up the phone to call Oleks’ room. She dialed, but all she got was a dull ringing on the other end. He must be in the shower.
After twenty minutes she tried again, and when she didn’t get an answer she dialed his cell phone. He didn’t answer that either. Now she was getting pissed. Oleks Vanderflute knew that he was supposed to be at her beck and call; he was lucky she had let him have a bit of time to himself last night, and now he was taking advantage. It was breaking into her work, and this was something she would not accept.
She got up in a huff and threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. After slipping a pair of loafers on her feet she grabbed the key card to her room and walked out into the corridor. She was so worked up that she paid no attention to the number on the door before knocking, and she was greeted by a woman of about sixty at the first one.