"Don't listen to him, Elaine," Wanda said putting down her drink quickly on the bar and walking over to the senator. "Come on, Petey. Old Wanda's got a lot of surprises for you," the brunette cooed in the old man's right ear as she moved in front of him and started to unzip his fly.

Oh, God, I hope she doesn't take his cock out here, Elaine prayed silently as she stared in amazement at the reeling couple.

"Okay, okay, okay," the old man mumbled, smiling gratefully at Wanda. He put his pudgy arms around her slender waist, dragging her gently off to what Elaine guessed was one of the bedrooms. "But remember to talk to her about it later, okay?"

"I will," Wanda said, turning her head around and smiling broadly at her friend.

"Uh… uh, Wanda. What do I…?" Elaine started to ask as the senator disappeared through the doorway.

"Just a minute, Petey," the brunette said as she slipped away from the senator's arms and ran back to her friend.

"What am supposed to do?" Elaine whispered nervously as she sprang up from the couch.

"He must be tied up on the Hill. Just mix yourself another drink and take it easy. He knows you're here," Wanda said quietly as she reached down and squeezed her friend's right hand. "Now, I've got to get to work," the brunette said as she turned around, squared her shoulders, and marched across the living room like a soldier going into battle.

"Wanda? What did he mean about dogs?" Elaine asked casually as she walked towards the bar.

"Don't worry about it, honey. When you're ready, I'll tell you more about it," Wanda said as she disappeared into the bedroom and shut the door quietly behind her.

Elaine shrugged her shoulders, then walked to the bar and poured herself a tall vodka and tonic. She took a nervous look at the clock over the couch.