"Oh, Senator Kuhns. This is Elaine Schaff, the friend I was telling you about," Elaine heard Wanda say as the shook her head and brought herself back to the present.

"Mmmmmmm," the old man moaned in appreciation as the two women inched by his fat belly and walked into the large motel suite. "If I were thirty years younger, I'd take care of both of your cunts in a second."

"Come on, Senator," Wanda said, giggling at first, then turning around and making a sour face at Elaine while the fat old man chuckled at his poor joke.

Elaine smiled politely, then walked slowly to the large white couch at the other end of the room. As horny as she was, the blonde wasn't going to let that man even touch her ankles, let alone get a shot at her hot pussy.

"Mix us a drink, and give you enough action for eight twats," Wanda said, pointing at the bar.

"You've got a deal," the senator said, his face brightening into deep red flush as his wheezing increased.

Elaine watched the two of them at the other end of the room, pawing at each other's bodies like two animals in heat.

So this is Washington! Elaine thought sourly as she remembered the Wanda's proposition.

Her friend had been trying to get her in one sack or another for the past month. Wanda kept telling her that the only way for a girl to get anywhere in Washington to fuck or suck like a bunny.

Elaine didn't believe her – completely. She knew a fast pussy was a good short-cut to success, but the blonde didn't believe humping in the hay was the only way to get ahead. Still, Elaine had to admit that Wanda's propositions were getting more attractive. She hadn't had a good fuck in over four months – since she left Los Angeles for Washington. Elaine was a normal, flesh-and-blood woman with above-average sexual desires. So, when Wanda came up to her tonight with the invitation to "Donkey Sam's" city crash pad, Elaine couldn't say no.