Author's Notes
Lila Beaumont is an important part of the venerable Senator Harold Thornton's staff. But just how important is not known even amongst the inner circles of Corvusia's capitol. While the Senator takes on the most important resolution of his political career and advocates for peace, Lila has her eye on the prize, encouraging him along in several ways.
I always love shows like House of Cards or other political dramas. So, I toy with writing stories like this from time to time because it interests me. Hopefully you all enjoy my take on the genre, I struggled with which category to stick this in. As always, I would love to hear your feedback in the comments! Thanks for reading my On the Job event entry!
Intern Intrigue
Nary a brow within the Forum of the Continental Republic of Corvusia was dry that day. The marathon session of the Senate was packed full of aging statesmen and women, and their staff. Orations dragging on for hours yielded to parliamentary rules, yet gained no ground in the issues at hand. The resolution was a fleeting dream for those who patted their foreheads with their handkerchiefs and panted amidst the warm glow of the CCTV lenses above their heads. The people of Corvusia would see their public servants dragging out this discussion, so critical to their nation, for hours with little to show for it. Many red-faced members of the hallowed chamber were either ready to quit, or throw a punch.
"Intervention now, means lives saved later! Our inaction against the atrocities of General Zorn and his army shows him that he can continue his bloody march north! When will my fellows in this chamber act? One hundred miles from our border? Fifty? When he crosses it? When he places his cock on the Steward's lectern?!"
Shouts and grumbles answered the vexed diatribe of the flustered senator from Corvusia's north. The gavel of the Senate Steward pounded the block, bringing the chamber to order as the conversation surrounding the looming threat of war remained interminable.
"Senator! You will remain in order of the rules of this chamber, and refrain from such language, or be sanctioned!"
"I ask for no forgiveness, steward, the threat demands such provocative language, lest my peers in this chamber fall asleep! I move that we vote on this resolution once and for all! End this threat!"
Roars and gavel falls echoed across the marble pillars of the chamber, as the conversation descended to new lows.
Behind the discord, beneath the shaded alcove of the Forum's mezzanine, the staff to the senators loomed. Little hope in their eyes they would see the inside of cocktail bars before the last call, or kiss their families goodnight. Whispering amongst themselves, they took bets as to how long the senators would be at it, and which caucus would relent for a night's compromise to force the chamber to reconvene on the morrow.
Watching, eyes cold and uncaring for the issue at hand, a lonesome intern leaned against an ornate marble pillar. Her dark red hair flowed over a white shoulder, as she held a leather-bound portfolio against her large breasts. Over her shoulder, she could hear the whispers of the other interns, senate hall rumors abounding about the nature of her relationship with her boss, the honorable Senator Harold Thronton. It wasn't mainstream, and no one had anything on her to prove their impropriety, but girls talked, and thus, Lila Beaumont kept to herself.
"Are we going to go home tonight, or is Senator Thornton going to drag this out on his time?"
Tall, handsome, with a wisp of roguish charm, her fellow intern, Paul, came close. Too close.
Lila stepped to the side, her expression just as cold and uncaring as before. Those who knew her, regarded her as blank, with little emotion slipping amidst her eyes or mouth, only an icy gaze found her peer.
"The senator is going to stand by his convictions."
Paul huffed incredulously. "Convictions."
"Maybe Senator Russo could acquire some?"
Paul narrowed his eyes as he bent down to meet her gaze. Lila, unfazed, let him come within inches of her face as they locked in an unspoken duel of wills.
"Your dear senator better be careful to not let his convictions turn into being convicted." His eyes wandered down her buxom form, inspecting her large breasts, wide hips, and tapered shape. His gaze implied something that only petty girls dared to whisper.
Lila, with her icy expression, would let nothing slip herself. It was all just conjecture.
"His lack of patriotism sickens me," he finished, turning to leave before hearing Lila respond.
"Patriotism takes many forms, Paul. Senator Thornton just hasn't succumbed to your form of jingoism."
With a curled lip, her vexed peer took his leave.
Turning her gaze back to the chamber, the rambling of senators had not ceased despite her lack of attention. Her steely eyes found the grey nape of her own senator, whispering to his colleagues at either shoulder. He was a simple man of season, his glasses made his eyes look rounder, and his face had a kindness to it, despite the tenacity he could exhibit when provoked into a verbal spar of political ideologues.
Before long, a wave of his hand beckoned Lila over. The young intern of twenty-one years softly clicked her heels down the aisle to his seat. To reach him, she had to push in front of the row of statesmen who sat behind Senator Thornton, to which she excused herself. The shove of her ass past the knees of the old and weary men saw their faces lighting up.
What was better, was how she would need to bend over the back of Senator Thornton's seat, giving a taut shape beneath her skirt. Those ahead of her made little discretion at dreaming about the small gap in her blouse to see down her cleavage. Yet none of this bothered her, her own senator before her kindly looking up as he whispered.
"I need the plan-B notes," he said, holding out his hand.
Her cold expression melted, a smile just for him sliding across her face as she let the portfolio away from her bosom. Her large sacks rested with gravity's slight pull against her usual firmness. Harold Thornton was not immune to her femininity, his own eyes taking a look down her blouse. Lila didn't mind, smiling as she handed him the notes he required and leaning in for her own whisper.
"You've got this, Senator. Just like we talked about." Her bright teeth glowed as she departed him.
The red-faced senators around Harold shook their heads in envy as she trotted away, stealing the attention of the republic's most powerful men. Finding her place back beneath the mezzanine, she waited for the moment she and the senator came for that night.
"I yield my time to the gentleman from Equiterra, the Honorable Senator Thornton."
"The Steward recognizes Senator Thornton from the Equiterran Fourth."
"Thank you... Honorable Steward."
Standing up from his place, amid the grand horseshoe of statesmen from far and wide of Corvusia, a rather thin man with white hair and a pale face did his best to project his voice. Despite the microphone dangling just above him, he wanted his colleagues of the Continental Senate to hear the tenacity of his words, as he prepared to denounce the latest political whim of the nation's legislative body.
Clearing his throat, the seemingly meagre man put forth his best oration. "I stand here today amongst you all, in disbelief of such rash measures. The war hawks amongst our ranks have grown louder with their cawing."
Several gripes and boos to the sentiment rumbled around the chamber. Lila was not amongst them; instead, nodding her head, praying he stayed on script.
"Every waking second, our people in this republic are subjected to the fear mongering of those partied to my colleagues on the opposite side of this chamber. Constant telling of violence and war far to our south meant to stir a sense of terror and drive a manufactured need to action. Those who favor action say, 'Act now or later we will be at a disadvantage'. Since when does this great republic prey upon speculative threats without first leading the world in diplomacy?"
The senator adjusted his glasses as he looked over the notes Lila had handed him.
"The proposition for military action is a bridge too far! Do we not tire of the wars that have killed our young? Do we not weep at the prospect of losing more?"
Senator Thornton looked back towards the gaggle of staff in the rear of the chamber, finding Lila with a kind smile.
"My own intern, Lila, lost her brother in the last war. How exactly should I ask her to sacrifice her others?"
Groans and applause mixed amidst the stale air of the Forum. Time ticked on as Thornton arrived at his final point.
"All of this warmongering, and its proponents would have us believe they are of a noble cause."
He dramatically held up the stack of papers Lila had passed to him. Her eyes twinkled as she took in a deep breath of hope for his delivery.
"Here in my hand, is evidence, that the Ministry of Defense has lost yet another two billion dollars of allocated funding for procurement in the last five years. Further, these funds were suspiciously mishandled by procurement offices working directly with the top defense contractors in Corvusia!"
The chamber erupted into shouts, groans, and disbelief. The implications of the corrupt transfer of funds to companies charged with the production of defense assets for the republic were damning. This revelation truly turned the resolution of military action against General Zorn on its head.
Lila's chest heaved, as she took a breath, after holding it for the duration of Thornton's speech. He did it. He got the reaction that he wanted... that she wanted.
"Order! Order!" The steward blustered, face pale and dejected as he tried to regain control of his chamber.
"I move for a recess so we can analyze the senator's claims!" a member of the moderate caucus of the Forum shouted over the clamor.
"Seconded!"
Senator Thornton looked back at Lila, his face flush and a smile of victory upon it. In turn, she gave him her brightest smile, full of admiration.
"We will immediately go into a forty-eight-hour recess. Adjourned!"
Proponents of intervention snarled as they left the chamber, more delay in their resolution to face General Zorn directly. To them, it played directly into the Bastonian dictator's hand.
Within Senator Thornton's hand, the portrait of his late wife, Lydia, stared back at him from beyond. The darkness of his office felt overwhelming as he grasped the gilded frame that sat behind his desk. Reminiscing of the life they had together, the pain of it being cut short seeded resentment in his heart from the cruel nature of time. He regretted the time he spent away from her, in service to his constituents, in service to his nation. Lydia, for her part, was always proud of what he was doing.
Lila slipping through the threshold of his office stirred him, the sounds of the young intern making a different kind of regret fester within his mind.
"Senator?" The red-headed beauty stood beside his desk, a white short-sleeve blouse pulled tightly over her torso, and a pencil skirt fitted seductively around her hips. Her tone was one of concern, her eyes looking at his sorrowed hands holding the portrait of his wife. She knew of his struggles in the months since her death, Harold Thornton was not afraid to show weakness around his young staffer. Lila was, in fact, the only reason he was still here, still sticking to his guns on the Senate floor. He had almost resigned before he met the prospective intern in the hall. Her steely gaze and bright hair stirred something within him. Since then, she had hardly left his side. Ever the support and inspiration for his continued duties.
"Lila..." He smiled at her, a sparkle of a tear in his eye.
She crossed her hands in front of her, smiling as she respectfully kept her distance, in reverence to his mourning.
"No... it's fine, Lila. I was... I was just thinking about what she would say if she were here."
"She would be proud."
Harold nodded, looking into his wife's eyes within the image. She had a similar smile as Lila, one that struck him each time he saw it.
"I know I am proud... you were wonderful." Moist red lips parted to a wide grin as she awashed him with praise. Even a powerful Corvusian senator needed that.
Blushing, he sat the picture face down on the desk, his wife's image staring into the oak. He did not want her to be witness to what was next.
"I was thinking of your brother, the stories you told me of him, as I said it all." He stepped towards his intern, voice shaking as his hands trembled.
Lila's eyes were unmoved, remaining icy, though her smile portrayed welcome to his advance towards her.
"Thank you... senator... It means a lot."
"It must be hard."
"It is..." she shifted her gaze, though the senator could see her eyes never change as he came a pace away.
With a flick, he turned on a table lamp, the full light catching her shape in the shadows.
"You handle the grief well... I would never know your sorrow had you not told me."
Swallowing, her breath shallowed as he neared. Her heart raced as he questioned her, eyes darting side to side.
"I've... I've learned to bury it."
The senator was intrigued, his fingers dancing as he could smell her perfume.
"I'm envious... how?"
She could see his lust growing and smell it through the whiffs of the earthy musk of his cologne. "Focusing... on what matters."
The senator stopped inches away from her, his breath heavy, as he shared her proximity in his shadow.
"What matters to you, dear Lila?" He looked her over, hands trembling in anticipation.
"Giving you everything you need to keep the peace..." The sound of her zipper was a trigger for their hormones as her pencil skirt fell off her lush hips. Beneath it, white-lace panties danced across pale skin in patterns that reflected the light and held fancy over her lady bits.
"Oh... my..." The old man was always so gobsmacked by her when she stripped down. For a man of his power, a senator in the venerable republic, he was very shy. Lila often had to encourage him, though she found his boyish joy endearing.
Buttons unclasped across her blouse as she let her ladies loose and stomach free. Her thin waist splaying out into meaty hips held all the characteristics of feminine beauty and fertility, while her matching white-lace bra could hardly conceal her bright pink nipples.
In only her lingerie, she stood at the edge of his desk. Biting her lip, she sat upon its oak and felt her plump romp spill over its edges. She held her arms out to invite him into her embrace. The elder senator wasted no time joining her, as he pressed himself between her legs with his hands wrapped around her back. He laid his head against her breasts, allowing her to cradle him softly as she stroked his hair.
"You did amazing, Harry." She used his familiar name, the name his wife used. He had told her to at such times, memories falling over him as his hands began to poke and prod at her womanly form. "I am proud of you." She kissed his head, as he turned his face to bury his nose in her cleavage.
"Lydia..." He let out a long hot breath, the name of his late wife prickling her skin as they came to a realization of what was said.
Harold Thornton looked paralyzed by his mistake. Lila almost did not know what to do. Yet remembering why she was there, she cupped his cheek in her palm and smiled.
"It's okay," she said, as she reached behind her, unclasping her bra and pulling it free of his embrace.
No sooner was his face to her flesh did she feel the warm moisture of his tongue lapping at her sacks, fondling her graciously and lustfully. She guided him to their crown, his lips discovering her juicy pink nipples and latching on. Like a babe, he suckled on them, yet his free hand toyed with the other. His tastings of her were greedy. Harry would pull at them, gnash at them, tease them with his tongue. All of these actions made her moan and encouraged him to go further, as her hands serenaded his scalp.
Smacks of his lips against her moist nubs would give way to kisses among her torso, her abdomen, and ultimately, around her inner thighs. Lila sat further up on the senator's desk, opening her legs and placing her heels on its edge, to allow the older man to place himself between them; kneeling before her, like an altar. Her lace panties trickled with his slobber as he tongued and kissed her nether regions, fingers creeping in to pull back the white lace'til she was forced to lift her hindquarters to allow him to steal them from her body.
Standing up, Harold Thornton looked down at the nude woman, half his age, sitting on his desk with legs wide. He fondly met her gaze, the two sharing a smile as Lila ventured a laugh. He had such a kind expression, loving in a way. Not like many of the men she had been with, who sized her as if she were a slab of meat.
Wiggling her top half, hefty breasts swaying, she beckoned him to warm her. But like all the dozens of times they danced this dance before, he took the sight of her in.
"Harry, I'm cold," she cutely whined.
Lowering himself to his knees, his wrinkled face rested on her thighs. His lips planted smacks on her flesh.
"I have no right being with a beauty like you." His nose dared to lean in, tickling a hairless slit that leaked her essence.
Lila scuffed his thin grey hair in her hands.
"No one decides what rights men have with my body, other than me. And I give you every right." She bopped his hooked nose before leaning back on her arms, legs spreading wider as to grant access to the pink of her sex.
Smiling, his lips smacking before diving into her. His tongue first found the plump edges of her labia, separating them with a flick that caused her head to cast backward and red hair to flow over the papers and trinkets he kept on his desk. Her guttural moans echoed around the office, but neither were concerned as security demanded such offices be soundproof. Lila, herself, loved to be free with her primal and feminine calls of lust, during their activities, and atop his desk was one of the favorite places to do so.
Next, as his tongue probed into the tasty depths of her womanhood, he moved it as if to devourer her. Humming and feasting cast a tremble of pleasure along the young woman's back, as she dug her fingers into his hair. She could feel the rough hairs of his mustache tickling her bits. Her toes curled as he stuck his tongue down her channel, feeling the wetness of where he later would bury his cock, and further stimulating it to prepare for him.
All of this would go on for many long moments. The senator loved to impress upon her bare, fluffy cunt, the oral possessiveness that he could not seem to quench. Nor could he hear enough of her mystical whines in retort.
When his tongue grew tired, and her moistened slit could no longer get redder in stimulation, he surfaced for air. Lila was panting frantically as the older man came nose to nose with her, his grey mustache soaked in her juices. With a wipe of his hand, he leaned in for a kiss. The two embraced in a juxtaposition of youth and season, drenched in passion.
Breathing heavily as he leaned back to admire her, his hands shook in nervousness, his eyes in sweet consideration.
Lila would simply smile, giving all the permission he needed as a considerate man. She had had few considerate men in her life. She spread her legs more to invite him to stand between them. Her hands grasped at his belt'til it was undone and his zipper lowered. He joined her in the nude as she watched patiently, his grey hairs adorning his own body from chest to leg. Between his legs, a very erect penis pointing towards its target. Lila grasped it in her hand and stroked it kindly.
He was not a large man, simply a modest length. But it was enough Lila could handle and give true pleasure to. Leaning back, she held her legs in the air as their flesh met at the hip and thigh. He fumbled with his hand around her folds before finding her hole and sinking in.
An elongated moan on his part, let her know he was in. Then the bit of pressure in her vagina sliding back and forth teased her senses. It was not a vicious fuck; rather, it was soft and gentle, well below the threshold of a girl her vitality could handle. Yet, it was his uniqueness and caring touch that made it a special experience. The added bonus was when she looked into his eyes and could see what it was doing for him.
"Oh!" she mewed, letting her jaw slack as he sped to a pace that dared to kiss her thighs. His hands got busy feeling the intern's breasts yet again, thumb and index pinching her well-erect nipples between them and pulling at her sacks, as if he begged her milk to come forth. Lila, herself, had not had to deal with lactation quite yet, but men really did like to pretend with her. The senator most of all, who in the middle of his cock strokes, leaned in to taste her tit ravenously.
"Beautiful Lila..." he hummed, as he grabbed onto her hips and made purposeful strokes. Her body displaced the trinkets and legal paperwork of his statecraft as she was pushed up and down the desk. Committing his remaining energy to the act, he spent what vigor he had in him that did not get forgotten on the Senate Chamber floor.
On the desk, prostrate to the old man's whims, Lila endured it, giving him sweet coos and dutiful moans. He itched her insides ever so slightly, enough to give her a taste of pleasure. It had been an exhausting day for both of them. Senator Thornton had slayed the beast that was the military intervention resolution, and for that, she would let him be selfish.
When she felt him twitching, she knew he was about to spend himself. It would only require a single look from the beautiful, busty girl on the oak desk. It was a sharp look, steely eyes sensually meeting his, conveying his permission to seed her. Lush pink lips would part for a breath, and as his ropes began to shoot into her, his balls clenched with each squirt. She moaned praises like a sweet whore in response.
"Mmmmm, Harold..." she whined. Writhing beneath his skinny frame, she rocked her womanly hips side to side, easing out every last bit he had.
Without his glasses, it was more evident than ever, just how tired he was. Their moment of passion spent every last bit of energy he had left. The color washed from his face as he felt her tight cunt soaking him. A flicker of his eyes told of a man who wished he was twenty years younger, able to show her the power he once held and rock her body like she was built for.
But regardless, his young intern smiled for him.
"Was it good?" He slipped out, oozing cum falling over his desk.
"Mmhmm, it was very good," she purred, sitting up and wrapping her arms around his neck. The pair locked lips once more, and for a wet and sticky moment, shared each other's breath until they tired of it.
"It's late, I'm sorry to have kept you so long." Harold Thornton gathered himself in an embarrassed fashion; slipping away his prick inside his designer trousers and tightening his belt to the second notch. "Make sure to take some time to yourself in the morning, I need you fully rested for the--"
"Hey." Lila grabbed his face and kissed his cheek. "I had fun... I was looking forward to it." She nosed his neck and licked his chin before sitting back on his desk nude.
He grabbed her lingerie with a blush and handed it to her, watching the younger woman dress herself. An elegant dance ensued, for which Lila had little shame in putting on a show. She ensured to face him, allowing him to see every nude bit of her slip beneath the draperies until she was fully clothed.
"Do you... do you want me to take you home?"
"Senator... you know that isn't a good idea." She scowled at him cutely.
"Right... well, I should go first then." Harold looked sad as he gathered his briefcase and headed for the office door. It was their standard practice-- he leaves the office first, through the front door of the senate office building. After a time, when the lookie-loos had tired, she would slip out the service exit and make her way home.
Door knob in hand, he looked back for a final leer at the girl. Lila smiled at him and with hands behind her back, twisting her upper half, so he could, at least, see a jiggle.
"Goodnight, senator." She waved her fingers with a bright toothy smile.
As the door came to a close, so did her lips. Her expression returned to the cold and emotionless stoicism. Her eyes darkened, the girlish charm fading away as she shifted uncomfortably in her pencil skirt and tight-fitting blouse. Around her was a dark office, the smell of sex still in the air, their remnants of arousal still on the desk. She supposed she should wipe things down a bit, the senator's backup tie the only thing she could find.
Tossing the cum and sex juice-covered tie into a corner, she looked towards the clock. An hour past midnight, it was almost time.
With the lights out, and the eerie silence around her, Lila slipped out the front door of the senator's office; the red, blue, and white flag of Corvusia and the Teal and White flag of Equiterra flanking her, as she turned the key in the lock. There was luckily no one in the hallway to see her slip out, the long white marble corridor dotted with flags of various constituencies and names of honorable members of the nation's legislative body.
Casually slipping down dozens of such corridors, she passed the occasional public servant also navigating the late-night halls of government life. Few looked to be up to nefariousness as she, but she also recognized the eyes of those who had a secret to their step.
Lila was not going to the back entrance of the senate office as Senator Thornton and she had previously planned. There would be no clandestine escape from her place of work; at least, not yet. In the back corner of the building, there was a service corridor blocked by a locked door, a small bench lined the wall not far from it. The intern sat down with a look around to see if anyone was watching.
Convinced she was alone, she placed her hair behind her left ear, red locks falling down her shoulder over the front of her blouse and barely tickling the top of her bosom. She sat silently until the click of the service door lock broke the silence.
Standing up, she quickly slipped through. Inside, it was all a line of pipes and wire conduits along the walls of the concrete stucco, with barely enough light to see through the shadows of the winding backrooms.
"Prompt."
The voice of a man, a snicker in his tone greeted her.
"Old man Thornton doesn't last long, does he?" From the shadows, a younger man appeared, finely dressed, but with a slight bit of stubble on his jaw.
Keeping her cold demeanor, Lila crossed her arms and refused to meet his judgmental gaze.
"Of course, I'm willing to bet not many men do last long with you." He dared to graze his hand over her ear, feeling the soft strands of red hair between his fingers.
She stepped back, glaring up at him.
"So, I've done it, the resolution is dead on the Senate floor. Just like you said."
"Indeed, it is, good work... Jessica."
It stung to hear her real name. For months, she had been Lila Beaumont, the pretend honor student from the East Temple University and star intern to Senator Harold Thornton. But, in reality, she had never seen the inside of a classroom since tenth grade. Lila Beaumont was a facade for the lowly Jessica Sinclair, a high school dropout with aspirations to be an actress. Although Jessica had learned that hopes and dreams were not always manifest, instead falling into the trap of becoming a high-end call girl. That's what ultimately led her to this man, lingering in the shadows. He was a man only known to her as Asher.
"You did great work passing the information about the missing procurement funds to the senator. It had its intended effect." He paced over to a small alcove, picking up a handbag.
Tossing it to the girl, Jessica recoiled as she barely caught it out of surprise. Meekly, she unzipped it to inspect its contents. Asher lurked in the shadows, observing.
"It's all there." His tongue clicked.
Inside the violet bills marked with 100s and landmarks from throughout the republic glistened in the faint utility light above.
"So, I'm done then, I'm done with all of this?" Standing her ground, she zipped the bag up and threw the strap over her shoulder.
"Done? No."
"But I did what I said I would do." Her mask of cold stoicism faded a little to reveal frustration and the slightest bit of fear.
"You did, that's why I can't let you go. You are too valuable where you are."
"Valuable to who? General Zorn?"
Asher stood quietly, his confident smirk turning to a frown.
"I'm not stupid, I can put the pieces together to understand why you would want Senator Thornton to kill the intervention resolution. Why you would give me dirt on the Defense Ministry to pass to him..." Her eyes narrowed, sizing up his response, or lack thereof.
"It was a cute addition, telling the Senator you lost your brother in war." Asher walked closer to her, his demeanor still cool and calm despite her challenge to his secrecy. "Do you even have a brother, Jessica?"
She stood silent, knowing full well Asher knew the answer was no.
He chuckled as he walked past her, around her, beside her.
"When I sent you in, I gave you a new identity, a backstory far departed from your true self. I asked you to get close to a grieving peacenik senator and encourage him to stand resilient in the face of the war hawks, and that's it. I didn't tell you how; I didn't give you anything more. And you, Jessica, did brilliantly. Using your stunning looks, charm, smarts, and a bit of your womanly sport, you turned a man ready to resign in the middle of his term, into the fiercest proponent for peace."
He stopped in front of her, leaning down to her eye level, his gaze seething in irony.
"Am I to believe you did that out of a sense of obligation? Sense of love? Caring? Political sentiment?"
The cold hall fell silent for a long moment as they stood close together, eyes locked.
Asher broke the silence with a belly-aching laugh, almost mocking her as he rolled in the amusement of his oration.
"No... no... nothing of the sort, Jessica. You did it for the cold hard cash." He pointedly shoved the handbag full of cash she held.
Jessica stood there, silent, and uncharacteristically insecure.
"So don't lecture me on who wants this done. You are going to do it, like a good girl; you are going to keep going as the cash keeps flowing your way. This is the best gig you could have chanced upon outside going east to have some Emir piss on you for fun. So don't look so ungrateful." He came nose to nose with her, his tone growing more aggravated. "I told you that you would get that money when the resolution was dead, and I fulfilled my end. But I didn't say I'd let you go after."
For a brief moment, the cold stoicism left her body, and an aura of fear cowled her eyes. His face so close to hers had a deeper intimidation than Paul the intern did earlier that night. Trapped like a mouse, she had entered a game far bigger than her.
"You don't have any convictions, Jessica. No ideals, no allegiance. You are just a girl trying to come out on top. I can admire that. So, stay in line, and I'll make sure you come out the other end of this on top."
Extending his hand, he offered to shake hers, a disconcerting smile on his face.
With a deep breath and little choice, she took his hand, shaking it like she had seen many other politicians do in their backroom deals. This was just a backroom deal of her own, she didn't need to focus on who it benefited. Asher was right, she just needed to come out on top. It was her right.
"What's the end game?" Her direct and to-the-point question sought the ultimate out, the light and the end of the tunnel for this pretend life she was living.
Smiling, he reached into his coat jacket. "Keeping Senator Thornton being just as obstructionist as he has always been. When our objectives are met, then your little internship can expire and you can go back to school."
His tone seemed assuring, just like he sounded when he sold her on this scheme the first time.
"Okay..." She chose to believe, despite her inner fear that she tried her best to suppress.
"Good girl." Asher's hand came out from his coat, a wad of cash in his palm that he offered to her.
"What's this for?" she asked, taking it in hand. It was a stack worth ten grand if the strapping was to be believed.
"It's a bonus mission, should you accept."
The sum in her palm was no small thing to a girl who grew up dirt poor with ambition.
"Sure... what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to squeeze my cock between your tits as you suck me dry," he said plainly, with lecherous eyes.
"Oh..." Jessica realized that she should have known it would be something like that. Men were all the same.
"So?"
Yet, so was her ambition... the same.
Stowing her bonus in her sack, she placed it near the wall of the small service corridor. Asher had a self-assured smile on his face as she complied, so positive she would say yes, he certainly was chuffed to be right about her. Yet, she didn't care; it was all a job. A job that was paying well. Nothing Asher had said was off the mark.
For the second time that night, she shed her blouse and bra. Letting her large, busty, and juicy breasts free for the admiration of a hungry man. Asher had less of a reaction to them, no admiration for her body like Harry. There was just lust and sadistic control behind his eyes. As the half-naked girl in the pencil skirt knelt to her knees before him, he stood still, expecting to let her do all the work.
Without any hesitation, she did. Unzipping his fly, she turned on her sexual charm and went through the motions of giving him the expression he wanted-- a good girl. Her cold hand slipped into his trousers to wipe away his boxers and find the tool of his desire. It would not take her much, for he was of a much larger gauge than the senator's. Pulling his hog from his pants, she looked at it while gripping it in her cold hands, stroking it up and down as she prepared to do just as he said.
He would need to be wet if she was going to run him between her tits. Her mouth would provide all the moisture, taking him deep into her throat, as he groaned in pleasure, seeing the beautiful redhead swallow him.
"Gods, girl... you are no joke." He rested a hand on her fiery head, feeling her tongue nip at the base of his cock as she slowly backed out. A convulsion of her throat was the only goodbye. Repeating this several times, she let him tickle her chin with his balls with a few passes, before sitting more upright and pushing her breasts around his shaft.
Fluffy and warm tits squeezed his cock; she ran its moist length between them as she held her hands on either side. As he crested her tits, she would take him into her mouth, and then slide him back off of her tongue and down into her cleavage once more. From his vantage point, there was nothing more beautiful. The steely-eyed redhead holding her gorgeous sacks in her hands as his manhood adorned her chest. It was as if she was worshiping him. For a man who enjoyed power like Asher, that was everything.
For a time, she would indulge him, rubbing and sucking, utilizing all her body to get the job done as instructed. For ten grand, this was nothing. In a past life spent as Jessica Sinclair, she did much worse for less. Asher, at the very least, helped show her how much she was really worth.
Before long, that familiar twitch of a man's cock came between her breasts. She looked up at him, his grin confirming that he was about to unload. Of course, he would give her no warning, no telling of when he would do it and where. When he finally did cum, it would be as his tip stared up at her from between her breasts. Violent squirts of white stickiness coating her face, neck, and chest. She flinched as it hit her, Asher chuckling as he watched her get soaked with his own potent man seed. As he neared the end of his load, he took his cock in his hand, ensuring to get the last drops on her cheeks and around her eyes, wiping his tip against her pretty face and smearing her makeup.
"See... I knew you were a good little whore." He tapped his cock against her nose three times before trailing his cock down to her lips and strumming them. He ensured she got just a taste of his semen in her mouth, a sadistic grin as he did so. Before long, he stowed himself inside his trousers and casually walked towards the exit.
"I'll be in touch... Lila."
He left her kneeling in the service corridor, breasts in her hands, and cum on her face. Jessica was just but a pawn in a geopolitical chess game. There was no way out but through... as Lila Beaumont, the senator's intern.
