What a day! First stop was Hank's office at the Smithsonian where he picked up some messages. Amy met some of his co-workers including a cute girl named Brianna. She recognized her from her picture on Hank's mantle. She seemed nice but young as they talked for a few minutes. Amy wondered if this was the girl who belonged to the robe. It did seem obvious that Brianna was a little more than just "a friend". Then he took Amy behind the scenes. She got to see some things that the public never got to see. It was quite a tour.
But what happened next was amazing. Hank took her to the White House. They entered through a special entrance where they were stopped by security. Hank had contacted them as soon as Amy agreed to visit. Hank was friends with one of the high ranking aides so it was easier than normal for her to get in. His friend gave them a complete tour of the West Wing. Amy thought it was just like the TV show which she loved. The highlight of the tour was the Oval Office. The President and the family were out of town so this was possible. She made sure she got her picture taken there. She also had one of Hank and her taken. She wanted to show it to her father and see his face.
They grabbed a late lunch and then headed back to Hank's place. When they got there, Hank apologized and said he had to make some phone calls. He told her that the upstairs bathroom had a Jacuzzi tub and perhaps she might want to use it before they left tonight.
The Jacuzzi was wonderful. The gentle bubbles caressed her and the warm water made her relax. She found herself slowly stroking her clit as water moved around her. She thought of the past few hours and smiled. She lost herself in the feelings. When she came, it was gentle and easy to take. She felt she could stay here a long time.
She stood in front of the mirror. She was dressed in a black bra which supported her breasts, slightly pushing them up. She wore a matching thong and finished hooking up her stockings up to her garter belt. "My God," Amy said aloud. She turned around. Her panties didn't even cover her ass and the stockings seemed to lift her cheeks up. "My own sister and daughter helped picked this out. I can't wear this." But she knew she had to because it was all she had to wear for tonight. She slipped her black dress over her head and smoothed it down. Pearl drop earrings, a pearl necklace and some make-up were the final touches. She added a bit of perfume and put some in her cleavage for effect. Putting on her black heels, she walked to the top of the stairs.
Hank stood at the bottom, tapping his fingers on the barrister. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her.
"Well, it's about ..." He stopped and stared. There, at the top of stairs stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He was speechless.
"What do you think?" Amy asked as she descended the stairs.
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, you are gorgeous." Hank stammered.
Amy laughed. He used to say that saying all the time. It was the first time he had used it since she was here. The way he was looking at her made her feel special.
"Just don't stand there. Shouldn't we get going?" She laughed again.
There in front of the house was a black limo. The driver stood there, holding the door.
"Hi, Bobby. Good to see you again," Hank said. "This is Amy."
"Good to see you again, Dr. Dixon. Ma'am." Bobby tipped his hat and held the door.
As they were drove to the reception, Hank explained that Bobby had driven him on other occasion. He also explained what was going to happen tonight. There would be a lot of people, money people, politicians, lobbyists there, all feeling they were important. Plenty of drinks and tasteless food. Amy said it couldn't be any worse than some she attended with Roger.
Bobby dropped them off and they went right in. Hank got them a glass of champagne and they began to mingle. A number of people stopped Hank to say hello. One or two of them tried to engage him in conversation but Hank told them he call him. All the time Amy stayed close to his side.
"There is my ex, Susan," Hank said, pointing with his glass. Susan was involved in a conversation with a senator but she saw Hank. She waved and headed towards them.
Amy's heart sank. Susan was stunning. Shiny black hair framed a perfect face. A silver shimming dress covered a perfect figure. Amy swallowed her champagne in one gulp.
Susan kissed Hank on the cheek and then looked at Amy. Hank was the perfect gentleman. "Susan Wilson, I would like you meet Amy Perry. Amy, Susan."
"So you're Amy. I feel I know you already."
Hank noticed that both their glasses were empty and he took them. He excused himself to get them refills. Amy gave him a look of desperation.
The two women stood looking at each other, sizing each other up. "Really?" Amy asked.
"Yes it's good to be able to face your competition," Susan replied coldly.
"I, I don't understand."
"Well, during our marriage, he, sometimes, would say your name in his sleep. I guess I knew it was over when he said your name while we were making love. Hank would never cheat on me but that might have been easier to take." Susan stepped back and gave Amy the once over, "School teacher?"
