Please read Chapter 4 of Revenge, and this will make more sense.
Special thanks to kenjisato for the editing, whom I cannot recommend enough.
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Friday, October 1. Somewhere In Maine
Rosario stared out the windows, her mouth hanging open. It was early October, and Paul Johnson, CEO of Consolidated Paper and the first man she'd slept with for the Guatemalan ambassador, had flown her to Maine to see the fall colors.
Guatemalan trees were green the year round, outside of the purple bloom on their beloved jacarandas, and she'd thought he was joking about leaves that turned colors, but red, yellow, orange, and brown leaves surrounded the little bus he'd rented for them.
Paul sat beside her, watching her, smiling. He was smitten, in a very big way, as ridiculous as he knew it was. She reminded him that life was more than chasing the next deal or making the next hundred million.
He had thought his contemporaries pathetic when they showed up to events with women not even half their age, and yet, here he was; he'd become a cliché...and he didn't care.
He had flown her to New York on his private jet seven times in the last three months for a long weekend together. Neither mentioned the ten thousand dollars he tucked into her overnight bag each time, but she wouldn't accept the clothes, jewelry, or new car he wanted to buy her.
"I'm not here so you can buy me things, honey. Let's just go places, okay? Show me your world."
So, he took her to Broadway plays, a Yankees game, Bermuda, Niagara Falls, and now Maine, places he hadn't been in years.
"It's so beautiful; I was sure you were teasing me," she said, resting her head on his shoulder as they cruised along the lonely road under a blanket of fall foliage, headed toward a cottage hard by the Maine coast.
She looked forward to her time with Paul because he made her feel safe and loved, pretty much the opposite of how she felt nearly everywhere else these days, with things at the embassy seemingly more complicated every day.
She met with Deputy Ambassador Victor Estrada every couple of weeks, securing his wrists around the bedpost and swatting his chest with the little whip until he was covered in welts. His cock dripping pre-cum, she would sink down on him, his orgasm hitting after just a few minutes.
The more comfortable she got with him, the more his excitement turned her on, and she would ride his face to two, sometimes three orgasms before uncuffing him. She gave him two minutes to shower, then stepped in and allowed him to wash her body before sending him away, three thousand dollars sitting on the dresser when she exited the bathroom.
She liked him; she liked his wife, too.
"You could do everything we do, Tyana, just give him a handjob instead of intercourse at the end," she got the nerve up to say to her one evening as they drank champagne at a reception.
"He would rather be with you than me, honey," Tyana replied.
Rosario shook her head.
"You know, sometimes when his eyes are closed, I hear him whispering your name. He thinks it upsets me, so he tries not to, but I think it's sweet."
Tyana looked skeptical, blinking away a tear.
"We could do it together one afternoon," she offered.
"I don't think so, dear."
"Okay, one more idea, and then I'll shut up. You could come to the cottage, and I could walk you through what I do, show you what he likes. I'm not trying to embarrass you, Tyana, I just want both of you to be happy."
Tyana smiled and patted her arm. "I would be proud if my daughters grew up to be like you, honey. I'll think about it, I will."
Rosario squeezed her hand and smiled.
The embassy continued to host dignitaries a couple of evenings a week, usually trade ministers of other governments. Victor nearly always left it up to her if she wanted to invite them back to her cottage, as she thought of it.
She would if they were nice and respectful, but if they approached her, she rejected them kindly but firmly, thinking it was safer that way.
She also enlisted her friend, Private Andre Garcia, to help her. He worked security for all the dinners, and she would stop by his office to say goodnight on her way back to the cottage with her date.
Andre would tell her guests they needed a temporary ID to access that part of the embassy.
"Oh, come on, Andre; it's just us."
"I'm sorry, Miss, but you know the boss is a hard ass," Andre would say.
"What if we're quick, yeah? Give us an hour, ninety minutes, tops. Please!"
"Ninety minutes and not a minute more; leave by the south gate, and if the gate alarm doesn't trip--"
"It will, it will, I promise. Thanks, Andre," she'd smile, squeezing his arm and winking.
She wanted her 'dates' to know that someone was monitoring them at all times, and she made sure to wave at the camera above the gate and give it a thumbs-up anytime she went in or out.
Dinners where the guest of honor was a businessman like Paul were another thing altogether. There had been four after him, and Willson and Carol were quite open in offering Rosario as a gift, and Carol always managed to get her alone to tell her not to fuck it up.
Three of them had been nice enough, and she'd spent a pleasant night with them. Two had asked to see her again, but she had politely declined.
But it was the most recent dinner with Dr. Olivia DuBose, CEO of Global Pharmaceuticals, that upended her world in ways both good and bad; the good much less evident at the time.
Wednesday Evening, September 29. Guatemalan Embassy, Washington, D.C.
Carol had stopped by the cottage unexpectedly as she was getting ready.
"I have a dress for you to wear this evening," she said, breezing past Rosario and heading for the bedroom.
Rosario shut the door, rolled her eyes, and followed.
"I think I have the size right; take that off," she said.
Rosario slipped her robe off, naked underneath, and Carol looked her up and down, handing her the dress.
"You're beautiful," she said, more an accusation than a compliment.
"Olivia, Brett, Ling, and I have known each other a very long time, so tonight will be quite different. Dr. Dubose is very private, so I'll dismiss nearly everyone in a few minutes. Let's have a look," ushering Rosario over to the floor-length mirror and looking over her shoulder.
"Uh, I don't know, there's not much to it," she stammered, looking at Carol's eyes, who looked her up and down, not saying anything.
The knee-length halter dress was gold sequined, backless, with a deep cowl neck. The side slit came up to her hip bone, leaving her easily exposed, not to mention all but the front of her breasts would be on full display.
"Carol?"
Carol started.
"It's perfect. No underwear, Rosario, and get this hair up off your neck, will you?" she said, starting out of the room before turning back.
"Is Chito still picking you up after work?"
"Yes. I have my license, but not a car yet."
"Let him know that I'll see you safely home in the morning, and he can take the night off."
