Warhol's Prophecy

20

FUCK!

That was what Rob thought.

Fuck!

That one word stuck in his mind.

Fuck the meeting. Fuck the clients. Fuck the hotel, and fuck this lift.

It rose slowly and he leant back against one of the walls, his head spinning.

He’d had too much to drink; he knew he had. He felt a little sick and also angry with himself for letting alcohol get the better of him.

He glanced at his watch as the lift continued to rise towards the designated floor.

The meeting had been a success: he’d done what he had to do. He’d laughed and smiled in all the right places. He’d raised bullshit to an art form as he secured a deal with the two reps he’d spent the evening with.

12.46 a.m.

He’d been in that bar downstairs for over three hours, but at least it had been a successful three hours.

He’d phoned Hailey from a payphone at about 10.30 and told her to go to bed, that his clients were likely to keep him drinking for Christ only knew how much longer.

She’d told him she loved him.

He’d replied in kind.

Lousy bastard.

Fuck it, what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, would it?

The lift bumped to a halt and he got out, fumbling in his jacket pocket for his key as he wandered down the corridor towards his room.

Sandy would be waiting for him.

He’d thought about her once or twice during the evening, wondering what she was doing at that moment up in his room.

He paused outside 422 for a second, before he pushed his key into the lock.

Rob could hear no sound from inside. Perhaps she was asleep.

He opened the door and stepped in, locking the door behind him.

The two bedside lamps were lit, but apart from that the room was in darkness. Even the TV was off.

Sandy Bennett was sprawled on the bed, wearing just a long grey T-shirt and a pair of white knickers. He could see them clearly as she stretched her slender legs. Her eyes snapped open as he stood at the end of the bed gazing down at her.

‘Sorry, I must have dozed off,’ she said sleepily.

He noticed the tray with its plates of half-eaten food beside the bed.

‘Was it a good meeting?’ she wanted to know, sitting up and running a hand through her hair.

He pulled off his jacket and draped it over a chair.

‘I got what I wanted,’ he told her.

‘You always do, don’t you, Rob?’ she said.

‘Yeah,’ he grunted, smiling.

He began unbuttoning his shirt.

‘I see you made yourself at home,’ he observed, nodding towards the room-service tray.

‘You told me to.’

‘And you always do what I tell you, don’t you?’

He fumbled with one of his buttons and she slid off the bed and crossed to him, trying to help.

‘I can manage,’ he told her, and she smelled the drink on him.

‘Are you drunk?’ she said, a thin smile touching her lips.

‘Not drunk enough.’

She stood close to him, looking into his eyes, searching for some sign of reciprocated longing there.

He could feel the warmth of her body, smell her delicate scent. His breathing grew heavier.

‘You said you came here to talk,’ he said finally. ‘So talk.’

‘What happened between us . . .’ she began.

‘Is over,’ he reminded her, interrupting.

‘Because you want it to be?’

‘Because it has to be.’

‘Why?’

‘Oh, come on, Sandy, don’t start that shit all over again. You know why. I’m married. I’ve got a kid.’

‘You were already married with a kid when we started seeing each other.’

‘All right, it’s over because it has to be over – because we got caught. Got it? You knew the rules when we started.’

‘Whose rules? Yours?’

‘No. The rules. I never told you my wife didn’t understand me. I never said I wasn’t happy at home.’

‘Then why did you want to screw me?’

‘Because you’re very good-looking. Because I fancied you. Because I’m a fucking man. Because I could. What do you want to hear?’

‘I knew you’d never leave Hailey. I didn’t want you to. And I played by your rules, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still get hurt. It doesn’t mean I can’t still miss you. Don’t hate me for it, Rob.’

‘I don’t hate you,’ he said, his tone softening.

Again she took a step towards him, holding one of his hands, draping it around her shoulder and pushing herself against him.

She leant forward and allowed her lips to brush against his, lightly at first but then more urgently. He responded, his tongue snaking into the warm wetness of her mouth. They remained locked together like that for what seemed an eternity.

She gripped his right hand, gently stroked his index finger and guided it between her legs. When she withdrew it a second later it was glistening. She pushed it towards his mouth and smeared the transparent moistness across his bottom lip – then pushed it into his mouth, letting him taste her.

They were both breathing heavily now.

Rob kissed her even more passionately, then pushed her back onto the bed, climbing alongside her, feeling her hands scrabbling at his trousers. Expertly she undid them and tugged them free, smiling as she saw his erection straining against his underpants.

She eased them over his hips. Over his bulging manhood. Then she lowered her mouth to his stiffness and enveloped its swollen tip.

He grunted as he felt her free hand massage his shaft, her tongue still playing over his glans.

Sandy stood up on the bed and pulled off first her T-shirt, then her panties, which she dropped onto his chest.

For long seconds she stood there, allowing him to look up at her body, at her plump vaginal lips and the dewy moisture on her downy pubic hair. Then she sank down and straddled him, guiding his erection towards her moist warmth. She teased the tip around the hardened bud of her clitoris, closing her own eyes as the pleasure intensified. Then she moved forward slightly, allowing him to penetrate her. Wanting to feel his stiffness inside her.

With a deep sigh of delight, she began to ride his erection, shuddering as she felt his hands cupping her breasts, thumbing the nipples that already stuck out stiffly from the puckered flesh around them.

She looked down at him: his eyes screwed tight, his face contorted with pleasure.

Sandy was smiling even before the first unmistakable feelings of orgasm began to spread gloriously from her pelvis and belly, and up through her body.

She continued her rhythmic movements, aware that Rob too was close to his climax, enjoying the increased pressure of his hands on her breasts as he squeezed harder.

Sandy gripped his shoulders as the first wave of intense pleasure surged through her, and she gasped his name in the midst of it.

Rob thrust his hips up, as if to penetrate her even more deeply, and he too grunted as he filled her with his semen.

They were lost in that wonderful moment – in the sensations that enveloped them.

His eyes were still closed as Sandy smiled down at him.