Cam stretched out on the couch with a drink and watched the traffic below on Pennsylvania Avenue. From her highrise apartment she could see the White House in the distance. She wondered fleetingly how Blair was faring, then put the thought from her mind. Tonight she did not have to worry about her. She reached for the phone and dialed a number from memory.
'This is number 38913,' she said as a female voice answered. 'Id like to confirm my arrangement for tonight.' She waited for a moment as her client ID number was verified. 'Yes - eleven o-clock at' She hesitated as her beeper went off. 'Just a second,' she added, checking the number. It was the White House. 'Ill have to call back. It may be later. Yes, keep it open - Ill take care of the time. Thank you.'
She pushed the other line, keeping the scrambler engaged. 'Roberts,' she said tersely when the phone was picked up.
'Commander? Its Mac - Im sorry to bother you, but I thought youd want a call.'
'Mac?' she said in surprise. 'What are you doing there? Whats going on?'
'Im not supposed to be here. Shes gone, Commander. They lost her an hour ago. The commander here didnt want anyone to know, so when it started getting late a buddy of mine called me on the sly.'
'Goddamn it,' she cursed. 'Who else knows?'
'Just the inside team here. They havent a clue where to look.'
She understood his message. 'Right - we cant very well call out our own people. Were not even supposed to know about this. There are a few places I can check. Listen Mac, theres a floating club - it travels around from one venue to another all over the city. Very trendy, only people in the know have the address. Find it for me. Ill call you in an hour.'
She interrupted his protests. 'I dont know how youll find it, but Im sure you will.'
Two hours later he called her with the address. Cam arrived at the warehouse close to midnight. She had been to every gay bar she knew of, and several Mac had come up with. It was New Years Eve. The bars were packed with exuberant men and women in various stages of intoxication and undress. She hadnt found her. For all she knew, Blair was tucked away in bed somewhere with a girlfriend they didnt know about. Cam hoped so.
It was worse than she expected. Wall to wall people, jostling bodies, smoke hanging in clouds below the dim spotlights, the air heavy with sex and booze. Cam pushed her way into the shadowy depths of the long room, hoping that each blonde she saw would be Blair.
Blair watched her drawing closer. She stood leaning against the wall in the narrow passageway leading to semi-private alcoves and niches which women were using for quick assignations and frantic couplings. She had been watching a young tough in tight black leather pants swagger about at the bar, trying to impress her friends with her bravado. Blair thought she might be fun to toy with. It was always so satisfying to humble the butches, and she made a bet with herself that she could make this one beg. She was about to go over when she caught sight of Cam. Taller by a head than most of the women, she cut a swath through the crowd like a sleek cutter through the sea. In a light windbreaker, dark polo shirt, the signature faded jeans and boots, she should have looked ordinary, but she was easily the sexiest woman in view. She moved with certainty and grace, lithe and powerful, a hunter searching its prey. It was only the darkness in the hall that gave Blair the advantage. As Cam moved closer, Blairs pulse quickened. This time the hunted would have the hunter.
Cam stepped through the archway into the hall just as the countdown to midnight began. People were crushing in around her, searching for that elusive partner to claim at the dawn of a new year. Blair caught her by the arm and spun her against the wall, pressing into her, her hands around Cam's waist. Cam was momentarily stunned. Blairs breasts were soft against her chest, her breath hot on Cam's neck, Blair's thigh tight into her crotch. Cam hadnt been close to a woman this way in a year and her body surged with reawakened sensation. She caught her breath as a stab of desire pierced her. Her clit swelled, hard and ready in an instant.
'Happy New Year, Commander,' Blair breathed into her ear, grasping Cams head and pulling her down into a kiss. Cam gasped in surprise as Blair pushed into her, fusing their bodies in the press of the milling crowd.
Can groaned as Blair's searching tongue invaded her mouth, adding heat to the fire that raged through her. Cam kissed Blair back, she couldnt help it. For an instant she forgot who she was, or where she was. All she knew was the pounding in her head, and the ache in her belly, the throbbing in her clit driving her quickly toward climax. Blair pushed her hand between Cams legs.
'Oh Jesus!' Cam gasped, pulling her mouth away so abruptly her head banged against the wall. Her legs were trembling. She grasped Blairs hand, dragging it away from her body. 'No, goddamn it! Thats enough!'
'Are you crazy?' Blair exclaimed, her voice thick with her own urgent need. 'Youre so hot I can feel you through your jeans! Youre almost there - let me do what I know you want!'
That moment was all Cam needed to find her control. She pushed Blair back a step, breaking their contact.
'I want to get you out of here.'
Blairs eyes blazed dangerously. She had come close to humiliating herself. The fire in Cams body had ignited her own, and she had been very close to coming herself. She throbbed still. 'Go fuck yourself, Agent Roberts!'
As she tried to walk away, Cam grasped her arm. 'Ms. Powell - please!'
'Leave me alone. No one knows Im here.'
'Iknow.'
'Then pretend you dont,' Blair snapped, trying to escape into the crowd. She couldnt move very quickly through the mass of revelers, and Cam stayed right beside her.
'I cant,' Cam stated with finality.
