From the Elaine short story in The Benjamin Chronicles
A Novella by Kaitlyn K
Benjamin seduces a United States ambassador.
“Oh, the by-laws are very clear on the matter,” Benjamin said. “The older broad pays for the room.”
Elaine laughed.
“I am the older broad,” Elaine said with relish. “Very well.” Elaine sounded very much like an ambassador who had just conceded a point in complex trade negotiations.
She opened her purse, removed her wallet and fished out a one hundred dollar bill. She handed it to Benjamin with a familiarity that gave the impression she routinely handed one hundred dollar bills to younger men in front of by-the-hour motels. Benjamin took the bill, considered the matter for a second, folded it in half, then stuffed it Elaine’s blouse.
“You get it,” he said.
The United States Ambassador to Trgloshistan looked at Benjamin as if Benjamin had suggested she, well, go acquire a room at a by-the-hour motel for the purposes of engaging in sexual relations with a commoner.
“I can’t get it!”
“Elaine, it’s unlikely anybody here will recognize the US Ambassador to whatever the hell your embassy is.”
Elaine laughed. After a second she smiled mischievously. She wondered how many other women who were products of Wellesley, Penn and the University of Chicago had procured by-the-hour rooms. Elaine suspected the number was probably a lot less than the number that really wanted to.
“All right,” she said, smiling. “How long should I get it for?”
“Depends. How horny are you, Madam Ambassador?
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