Holy fuck, if he scoots any closer, we’re going to be sitting on each other’s laps.
“Just that you’re the best accountant around. People say that you’re so good, you’ll only work for the best,” I flash a flirty smile at him.
“Well, that’s certainly true,” he beams with pride. I knew that smile would do the trick. “I am very picky about who I work for. Some of my best clients are Teagan Clifton, Avery Vincent, Clay Wilkins, Doug Jarrett, and Dillan Black,” he tells me, not missing an opportunity to name drop some of his better-known clients. “Not that you’d know who any of them are.”
“Are you kidding me?” I ask, pretending to be awestruck and elated. “I know who most of those people are!”
“Ah, well, that’s good. So you know the types of people I work for then?”
“Yes, I mostly know their names from the news. I think a few of them were being investigated for potential tax evasion or something like that,” I say in a playful manner. “I’m sure none of that has anything to do with you, though.”
Brandon’s eyes grow wide, and he clears his throat a bit. Apparently, that struck a nerve with him.
“I don’t know anything about that,” he says sternly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some others to speak to. It was nice meeting you.”
He gets up from the table and disappears as quickly as he arrived. Once again, it appears that my mouth has gotten me into trouble. Maybe my parents were onto something when they always told me that was the case.
I’m kind of kicking myself for scaring Brandon off. He clearly didn’t like the fact that I knew a little about him and his clients, so maybe I should have played it off as though I’m just a dumb girl. That’s not me, though. I’m not your stereotypical stupid girl who will laugh, smile, and nod. That’s my mother, and if I have one goal in life, it’s to not be anything like her.
I decide that I’m going to make Brandon one of my targets for the evening. He obviously has an interest in me, and he knows all of the influential people. I think there’s something there, but hopefully, I won’t get into any more trouble. We’ll see.
Chapter 4
Brandon
I can't believe that little smart ass actually said what she said to me. Who does she think she is? She doesn't know a damn thing about me, so how dare she make those kinds of accusations. She didn't accuse me of anything directly, did she?
Thinking back on the conversation, I'm beginning to wonder why I'm getting so upset. Nothing she said was incorrect. I do have some clients who are under investigation for tax evasion, but as hard as it may be for some people to believe, those charges have nothing to do with the work I perform for them. Well, not that the feds have been able to prove anyway.
That's enough thinking about that girl––I didn't even get her name, whoever she is. I have far too much on my mind this evening to worry about what some random girl at a fundraiser thinks about me. I need to be speaking with some of my clients and those who are in their circle.
There are a lot of politicians in attendance, and that isn't by accident. They weren't invited because I wanted to see everyone in costume, and these aren't just any politicians. The ones who have been invited are the ones that can make a difference in the senate. My goal tonight is to get enough senators on board to put a stop to a bill that will require more tax transparency to anyone who makes more than a million dollars per year.
Obviously, this would cause a big problem for my clients, but that's not why I'm doing this. If this creates a problem for them, it'll create an even bigger problem for me since I'm the one who makes their numbers add up the way they do. I'm the one who ensures they keep millions in their bank accounts instead of more of their money going to the government.
So far, my plan is working reasonably well as I mingle through the crowd. I know how to be charming when I need to be, and it seems to be working on all the right people. Sure, convincing them to vote no requires me to grease their pockets a bit to make it worth their while, but I knew what I was getting into when I decided to venture into this world.
With every person I talk to and every hand I shake, my mind keeps going back to the mysterious woman I met at the beginning of the evening. I'm not sure why I keep thinking about her, maybe it was the way she carried herself or the slutty little dress she was wearing. I would rip it right off of her and fuck her like a little rag doll. The need for some angry revenge sex is still coursing through my veins.
That bitch Katrina is still occupying space in my brain, and I haven't been able to take out any rage other than when I masturbated before the event, but that barely put a dent in my needs. I can literally feel myself boiling over.
The DJ takes his place on the stage and begins playing music. Everyone heads out to the dance floor and begins to let loose. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the woman in the tight black and silver lace dress walk right by me and make her way out with the others as she rhythmically moves her shoulders and sways her ass. As she walks by, she looks in my direction, giving me a sly grin and a slight wink.
Oh yeah, I would split her in two with my cock. She'd beg for my sweet release.
"Congressman Waters, it's been great speaking with you. Can we pick this conversation up a little later? I have something I need to attend to," I say to him, eager to chase after her out onto the dance floor.
I don't wait for a reply. Instead, I follow closely behind the mystery woman, watching her bubbly, round ass pressing against the tight fabric of her silk dress.
"Nice seeing you again," I growl into her ear as I slide in behind her, placing my hands on those curvy little hips while I size her up.
She doesn't even flinch. She knows what I'm doing just as much as I do. Instead of turning around, she bends at her hips, pushes her ass right into my crotch, and begins grinding on me roughly. I place my hand on the small of her back and start bucking my hips, making her bounce off of my dick––even if it is still in my pants….for the moment.
I'm not much of a dancer, but as long as she's here dancing, I'll stay on the dance floor all night.
The longer we dance, the more turned on I get. I try to keep my composure, but every time she backs up against me, my cock gets harder. Finally, she moves into me once more and feels it against her ass. She looks back at me and smiles.
Grabbing around her waist, I pull her up to me until my mouth is just inches from her ear.
"Would you like to take this little party to my office?" My voice booms in her ear so she can hear me over the music.
"Your office?" She asks, her eyes full of confusion.
"Yes, my office. This is my home," I try to quickly explain, eager to fuck her brains out.
"Why do you want me to go back to your office?" I don't know if she's acting innocent or not, but if she is, it makes her even more tempting.
"We could take it to my bedroom if you'd prefer," I cast a deadpan stare, so there's no question about what I mean. "But that might raise questions, so my office is probably better."
Her eyes grow wide now that she knows exactly what I'm talking about, and then a wildfire ignites behind those pretty little eyes of hers. "That sounds fun," she beams up at me.
"Trust me, there's plenty of fun to be had if that's what you're looking for," I arch my eyebrows.
"Okay, let's go," she crinkles her nose.
I take her by the hand and lead her to my office, nearly dragging her down the hallway as she struggles to keep up in her heels. Just as we're about to enter, Senator Johnson walks out of the bathroom across the hall.
"What's going on here?" He asks, curious as to why I'd be taking someone like her––a little sex kitten––into my private office, away from the party. I have a feeling that he knows who she is, but I'm not sure.
"Hello, Senator," I say, bringing her and me to a halt as I try to make small talk to get rid of him. "This might be one of my new clients, and she was curious about what kind of software I'd be using to keep her tax records so I thoug
ht I'd bring her someplace a little quieter to explain. I'll be back at the party in a bit and meet up with you then."
Without waiting for a reply, I pull her into the room, closing the door and locking it behind us.
"That was awesome," she says, trying hard not to laugh.
I'm not entirely sure what she means, and at this point, I really don't care. I grab her face and start kissing her. She kisses back with a hungry passion. Neither of us even bother to take off our masks, and that's fine with me. I don't need to see her face. In fact, with her face covered, I can focus on having my revenge fuck without worry who she is. It's perfect.
For a moment, I picture Katrina's face as I think about all of the built-up anger that I have, and that's enough to get my blood boiling. I'm having a full-blown argument with her in my head while I'm kissing this mystery woman. The adrenaline that's building inside of me as a result of all these emotions is making it extremely difficult to control myself. My throbbing cock is aching to get inside of her as I feel all of the blood pull south.
This woman has her legs wrapped around me as we kiss, grinding herself against my bulge. Her panties are soaked, and you can see the wet spot at the front of my pants. The room is full of an intense, intoxicating scent. It's a combination of her wetness and the sweet smell of her body spray. The throbbing in my cock is becoming more intense by the second.
Oh, little girl, you have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into. You were safe in the sea of the crowd, but now that I have you all alone, you're in trouble. Big trouble.
She slides off the desk and loosens my tie before undoing the top few buttons and sliding my shirt off over my head. With my upper body exposed, she kisses my neck and shoulders, slightly biting my skin as she goes. I fucking love it. As she continues, the bites get harder and more intense. This has never been something that has turned me on, but the harder she bites and the more she sucks on my neck brings more pleasure to me.
I slide down onto the couch, and she follows, quickly undoing my belt and yanking my pants down as fast as she can, allowing my cock to finally spring free.
"Oh, fuck," she says, her gorgeous blue eyes bulging as she takes in my size while staring at it like it's about to be her last meal.
She drops to her knees and takes my cock into her mouth. She doesn't fuck around with slow and sweet, immediately sucking on it fiercely. As she is sucking me, I watch as her hand works its way down under her dress. She starts to moan on my cock as she fingers her pussy, and her tongue dances against the shaft my cock before licking her way down to my balls.
Stroking my cock with one hand, she stands up and removes her panties, exposing her perfectly smooth pussy, which is glistening in the light with her wetness. She looks me in the eyes and straddles my lap, sliding herself slowly onto my dick.
She is much tighter than I could have ever imagined, easily the tightest pussy I've ever been in. Lowering herself slowly, she is enjoying feeling me enter her inch by inch. Her warmth and wetness feel so good. I can't believe I'm having so much trouble pushing myself all the way into her, but I only allow her a few seconds to adjust to my size. Finally, I push my hips up, forcing myself the rest of the way in. She screams out and digs her nails into my shoulder.
Once inside of her, I must be in control. Flipping her over onto her back, I spread her legs wide and plunge myself deep inside of her. Oh, my fucking God. With each thrust, I fuck her harder and harder, watching her tits bounce back and forth as her entire body moves. Her pussy is soaked as I fuck her harder and deeper. She starts moaning loudly, clearly not giving a fuck about who might be outside the door. That turns me on even more, and now I find myself slamming my cock into her.
This is so fucking intense. Even though I'm with a stranger, I'm fucking her with a combination of lust and pure hatred while taking my frustrations out on her––and she's enjoying it!
Digging my fingers into her hips and thrusting harder, her screams continue to grow louder.
"You're my little fucking slut, aren't you?" I ask, not really giving her time to answer. "You like me fucking that tight little pussy of yours, don't you? Just think, this could have been your cock forever, but you just had to go and fuck that up for yourself. Now I get to give this cock to whoever the fuck I want to give it to."
Saying these words to her as though I'm talking to Katrina has me even more turned on than I already was. Shockingly, she doesn't even seem to mind. She just smiles, throws her head back, and starts cumming all over my cock.
Grabbing the top of her dress, I yank it down, revealing her amazing tits. While she's getting off on me, I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. This brings on an even bigger moan of pleasure, causing her to rake her nails down my back, ripping away my skin's surface layer. It stings and burns, but I don't mind a bit; it'll heal. She grabs a handful of my hair, trying to pull my head away, but all that does is make me bite on her hard, pink nipples. Eventually, she's able to arch her back and break her breasts free of my grasp.
Suddenly, her body relaxes a bit, and she grabs me by my face, pulling me in close to her.
"That was an intense orgasm. Is that all you've got?" She asks with her baby doll eyes giving me a doe-eyed stare.
Holy shit! Is she challenging me? This woman has absolutely no idea who she is dealing with. With my cock still buried inside of her, I stand up. She wraps her body around me, but I wriggle free. I throw her down on the couch.
"Is that a fucking challenge? I'm about to fuck the curiosity right out of you," I glare down at her.
Maybe she's greedy like Katrina but in a sexual way instead of only being in it for the money. I will fuck her senseless if that's what she wants, and right now, she deserves it after asking if that's all that I've got.
Grabbing her thighs, I drag her down to the edge of the cushions, throw her legs onto my shoulders and slam my cock back deep inside of her. She yells out as I brutally fuck her and digs her nails into my back, this time removing several layers of skin, and I can feel the warm blood trickling down my back.
"I'm going to fuck you like the little slut you are," I savagely fuck her, faster and harder than before.
I have no clue how I haven't already exploded inside of her. Each time I get close, I bite my lip to distract myself. I want to hold out and make this last as long as I possibly can because not many girls can take this kind of fucking, but she can. I channel my anger and frustration into every thrust I pound into her.
Moaning, groaning, and making every primal sound you can imagine, I can tell she's getting close. She's going to get off for me again.
"Rub your clit, you dirty slut," I demand, sweat beading from my brow.
Without any hesitation, she does as I say and starts working her fingers on her clit in rhythm with my dick pounding into her. It only takes a matter of seconds before her body starts to shake, and a massive wave of ecstasy takes over.
"That's it. Cum for me you little slut," I close my eyes and allow myself to feel her. Really feel her as her pussy grabs onto my cock, pulsating and tightening with each wave of pleasure that washes over her.
She starts screaming louder than before, her chest rising and falling as she sucks in air while I continue thrusting into her. I slow my movements, not ready to join her in finishing. I look down and can see her thick, white cum all over my dick, running down to my balls. I pull myself out of her and watch her creamy pussy leak.
Lying on the edge of the couch, she's panting and unable to catch her breath while making low moaning sounds as she tries to regain her composure. I'm not done with her yet, though. I'm still rock hard, and I'm going to make sure I get mine too.
I turn her over, and in one quick movement, I slide my cock into her ass. I'm so slick with her juices that it slides in with ease. She wasn't expecting it, so she yells out, but at the same time, she grabs her asscheeks and pulls them apart, pushing her ass into the air to make it easier for me to penetrate her. Katrina wasn't into anal, and this is what I lik
ed to do for punishment when she was naughty, but now she's going to take the brunt of Katrina's punishment for her.
I start pounding into her, her little asshole is even tighter than her pussy, which is quite the accomplishment. She alternates from moaning to screaming while my cock explores her depths. I can feel the wave building up inside of me. I know I'm getting close.
"Fuck me! You're going to make me cum again. Don't stop fucking me!" She yells out. Unlike Katrina, I guess she likes it this way.
As she's reaching her breaking point, I'm at the point of no return. I cum deep inside of her ass simultaneously with her orgasm, which seems to be equally as intense as the two before it.
She collapses down onto the couch with my cock still buried deep inside of her. After a few moments, I pull out, leaving a stream of cum on her asscheeks. She lies there, spent and breathless. Exhausted, I sit up on the couch, grab my clothes, and dress myself while I admire my come spread on her delicate skin.
"I'm surprised that no one came to rescue you," I tease her with all the yelling that she did.
As soon as I finish putting my clothes on, there's a knock on the door.
"Shit, maybe they are coming to save you," I joke before turning my attention to the door. "Be right there," I call out.
They knock even louder, ignoring what I've said, which annoys me.
Yanking the door open, I find Carlos Fernandez, my contact with the cartel, on the other side. He doesn't usually show up in person, and he doesn't look happy.
Chapter 5
Chloe
As I'm lying here trying to catch my bearings, I start thinking about what happened right before we entered his office. Brandon has no clue who I am, so he doesn't know that it was my father he was talking to in the hallway when 'the senator' stopped us. I'm not going to lie, it felt pretty good seeing the look of disappointment on his face while he watched me walk into the office with his accountant. My dad knew he was full of shit but didn't say a word. I wonder if my dad will ever say anything to him? Knowing that giant ego of his, I highly doubt it because he's probably too embarrassed to admit his daughter would do something like that.
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