by Beth Klein
Her pretty face had been enhanced with scarlet red lipstick, smoky eye shadow and dark mascara, but it was the silvery white mane of hair that really blew his mind. A black leather mini-skirt so short it could have doubled as a belt struggled to cover her modesty and pink fishnet hold-up stockings that ended in spiked-heel ankle boots completed the look and made her legs look long and inviting. John imagined how they’d feel wrapped around him as he thrust into her with as much urgency and animal passion as he could muster and he felt his erection grown another inch.
Cristal smiled a thoroughly filthy smile, knowing exactly what he had been thinking and made her way over to where he stood, quivering slightly.
“I think you’ve been fantasizing about fucking me John Lyndsey.”
“I...yes, I...”
“Well I don’t like that, John.”
“You don’t?”
“No,” she ran a perfectly manicured fingernail down the buttons of his shirt. “I hate it when people spend all of their time thinking about what they’re going to do to me, instead of simply pulling my panties aside and actually doing it.”
“Oh...I...”
John was lost for words, but he needn’t have concerned himself, Cristal was a professional and as the meter was running, she took things firmly in hand—both hands to be exact! She pushed him backwards through the door to Goulding’s office until the back of his thighs were pressed up against the desk. Before he had a chance to voice his uncertainty, she had pulled his pants and boxer shorts down to his ankles and rolled a condom down his straining phallus.
“Cristal, I can’t. This is my boss’s office. I...Oh God that feels amazing!” John promptly forgot what he was saying.
Cristal ignored the man’s sputtering as she dropped to her knees. After a brief pause to adjust her own underwear, she sucked John’s cock into her mouth, licking and sucking his shaft with fierce determination. She cradled his balls in her hand and alternated between caressing them and delicately drawing her long pink nails across the wrinkled surface sending shivers of pleasure through his whole body.
Cristal used her mouth and tongue to cover every inch of his cock, licking, sucking, caressing and gently biting every inch before engulfing him again and swallowing more of his length. He slid first into her mouth and then into her throat. It felt incredible and he knew that after such a long period of abstinence, he would be lucky to hold out for much longer. Balanced in a semi-squat, semi-crouched position, she pulled her flimsy panties to one side and thrust two fingers deep into the wet folds that lay beneath. She was lucky, unlike a lot of call girls; she loved her job and got incredibly turned on regardless of the customer, situation or specialism. She rarely needed lubricant and was as intent on pleasuring herself as she was her clients.
John groaned again and through a mouthful of cock, she added her own voice to the sound. Carefully she inserted another finger and positioned her thumb so she could still finger herself, but also caress her clitoris at the same time. God that felt good!
John cried out with lusty passion and she instinctively knew that he was almost at the point of no return. Somewhat reluctantly, she stopped pleasuring herself and turned her full attention on the little man. She wrapped on hand around his shaft, keeping the other one on his balls and rubbed his cock hard, while at the same time moving her mouth up and down his erection, concentrating her lips, tongue and teeth on the tip and the most sensitive area. The effect was instantaneous and as he bucked his hips and grunted, she felt the warmth of his orgasm as it jetted into the end of the condom.
As she stripped the condom from his wilting member and deposited it in the nearby trash can. He figured that their tryst must have come to an end, but Cristal had other ideas.
“Not bad for starters John, but I suspected that it might have been a while since you last had a woman. I wanted to get that out of the way so we could both get your moneys-worth.”
She returned her hand to his semi-hard manhood and began to stimulate it, moving it up and down the shaft gently steadily increasing the pressure and the pace.
“Now, you’re going to lay back on that desk and I’m going to lower my aching pussy onto your hot, hard cock and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” She smiled a wicked smile at him. “You got that?”
John’s cock jumped in her hand and it was all the acknowledgment she needed. She snapped another condom over his rejuvenated erection and pushed him back until he was lying flat on Goulding’s desk.
“Fuck him,” thought John. “Serves him right.”
Cristal paused long enough to slide her sodden panties completely free of her legs and climb onto the desk. She straddled him as he gazed up at her with a look of awe and anticipation. She guided him to the entrance to her sex and lowered herself completely so that he sank deep into her until he was enveloped right down to the hilt.
They both moaned with pleasure and Cristal began to rock her hips slowly backwards then forwards, controlling the pace and the depth of penetration with a practiced ease that had them both gasping with arousal. After several long minutes, she quickened the pace and John grasped her hips and began to thrust up to meet her.
With the animal instinct fully awakened, John then took complete control of the situation. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her down towards him, where he could bury his face in her heaving cleavage. At the same time, he began to thrust up with savage passion and purpose, powering into her with so much force that his ass left the desk and they were both lifted several inches with every thrust. It was intense, it was brutal, but it was exactly what they both needed and he fucked her hard, fast and deep with nine months of pent up frustration and desire culminating in this one moment.
Cristal buried one hand between her thighs and although John’s thrusts crushed it painfully, she kept it there so she could rub her clitoris and maximize the orgasm that she could feel only seconds away. At the same time, she felt John quicken his rhythm and thrust harder and faster. Then he arched his back, let out a guttural roar and as her own orgasm sent her into convulsions, his seed jetted into her in a seemingly endless stream.
“Holy shit!” said John. “That was incredible.”
“I hope it was John, because you and I need to have a little talk. If you’ve quite finished that is?”
John looked past Cristal and saw William Goulding framed in the doorway. He looked angry, but John sincerely hoped that there was also a look of baffled amusement hidden somewhere in those eyes.
* * *
By ten o’clock the following morning, things had pretty much returned to normal. Jake had turned up and been introduced to the rest of the team. As expected, his presence and efficiency had been well received. He got a copy of the forthcoming schedule from Charlotte and immediately set about planning for every contingency in order to best safe guard Goulding. He already liaised with the Memphis police authorities and organized a combined approach to provide the necessary security presence for the forthcoming rally.
He also set up job interviews for potential security personal as soon as they returned from the trip stating that a security detail of three to be the bare minimum that he could work with. It was going to cost Goulding a small fortune, but the peace of mind it afforded and the fact that he was helping out an old friend made it worth every penny.
John had also turned up promptly, looking extremely sheepish and embarrassed. He had barely acknowledged the other team members before walking in to Goulding’s office and closing the door behind him. As far as anyone else was concerned they had been working out their differences with regards to the slight on John Lennon. In reality, they had been discussing the events of the previous evening. John had been surprised by how understanding Goulding was, especially as he had been expecting to receive the severe ass-kicking that he so rightly deserved.
Perhaps it had been his abject embarrassment, or the heart-felt plea for discretion that had swayed his boss’s expected response, but Goulding discuss
ed the matter calmly with rational logic and reasoning. John was terrified that his family and co-workers would find out, but it had nothing to do with his own personal shame. Whether he was seen to be devout and practicing or not, his family were proud Christians and the shame it would have caused them was almost too much for John to bear. In the same way that they had protected Goulding’s reputation from the scrutiny of his Evangelist supporters, John had begged for his own chance at redemption.
And Goulding had granted it. Goulding guaranteed that nothing more would be said on the matter and John had believed him, but he had also suspected that this was a favor that he would be called upon to honor in the not too distant future. He was in Goulding’s debt now and that scared him nearly as much as the prospect of being found out.
When Charlotte brought in the mail and set it down in front of Goulding with a steaming cup of coffee, he was feeling positive and happy. Another week down and another week closer to a seat in the White House. He thanked her and began to leaf through the mountain of envelopes.
“Bill...bill...letter of thanks...bill...what’s this?” He muttered to himself as he flipped through the envelopes.
The letter in his hand was clearly not part of the run-of-the-mill stationary that most businesses and individuals used. It was a sumptuous creamy white and the paper had a smooth, luxuriant feel that felt wonderful when it was handled.
Goulding carefully slit the top with the ornate letter opener and unfolded the contents within. All of his good feeling came crashing down around him. Inside was a single piece of paper, but he no longer noticed the quality of the stationary, now he was completely focused on the two lines that had been written across it:
We haven’t gone away Senator. I suggest you stop ignoring us and make up your mind, as one way or another; we are going to get what we want.
Chapter Two
In God We Trust
“If I never have to shake another faceless asshole’s hand before I die it’ll be too soon,” grumbled Goulding through gritted teeth and a forced smile.
Cameras flashed all around him as the press photographers captured the moment and justified their paychecks. The various newspaper editors could rest easy. They had the pictures and the story to report on Senator Goulding’s campaign visit to Memphis. The morning tabloids would be thick with his sincerity and winning smile.
“Just keep grinning,” hissed John Lyndsey. “Memphian Industries is a very popular organization amongst Tennessee’s blue collar workers and your presence here is a real vote winner.”
Goulding sighed, struck another pose that would have made a catalog model proud and despite the fact that his face already ached from the forced joviality, turned his flawless smile on the gathered onlookers. After having spent months on the campaign trail he was heartily sick of the endless scheming, strategizing and planning.
Just once, he would have liked to do something for the hell of it instead of the never-ending hunt for votes and political advantage. He wanted to enjoy a beer in a local bar and relish the foamy coolness without the attention of the press. He wanted to take a walk in the park, without it being punctuated by carefully planted hard luck stories of people who just needed the encouraging words of the would-be President to make their lives worth living again. Most of all he simply wanted his privacy and spontaneity back.
Although, he knew when he started out along this path he would have to make numerous personal sacrifices. He understood that these sacrifices would become more and more demanding, but he had never really prepared himself for the scrutiny that his declaration to contest the Presidency would bring. Whatever happened in November, his life would never be the same again and the thought of what that could mean brought with it a dreadful weariness that weighed him down. It was a physical burden to be endured.
As he considered the expectant faces jostling for position in front of him, he immediately felt a pang of guilt. These were his people, honest, hardworking individuals that merely wanted a bit of hope and inspiration in their lives. It wasn’t their fault that his initial enthusiasm had been replaced by apathy and resentfulness and he needed to remember that. When all of the posturing was done and he sat in the most important piece of real estate anywhere in the world, they would be completely reliant on him to steer them safely forward and he was damned if he would let them down.
With renewed resolve, Goulding proceeded with the visit meeting the CEO, the Regional Director and then the Business Development Manager. Without exception, he found them to be shallow, superficial little men who were far more concerned fawning over him and how they might be perceived by the national media, than for their loyal workforce. If shit rolled downhill, then these were the shitters and from what he could see they were full of it!
In the army, he had looked to his superiors to lead and inspire and for the most part, they hadn’t failed in that. If these men and women had been commanding officers during wartime, Goulding thought that it was highly likely that they would have suffered an ‘accidental’ bullet in the back courtesy of a disgruntled Private. Luckily, Joe and Jane Worker were armed with nothing more dangerous than a hole-punch and they seemed content enough to grit their teeth and collect their paycheck at the end of each month.
“I guess we all have our crosses to bear,” he thought ruefully.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Charlotte and he had to stop himself whistling in appreciation. For a girl straight out of college with no real experience of the ‘real world’ she didn’t half scrub up well! Her hair had been drawn back into a severe ponytail instead of merely falling loosely around her face and she had applied eye shadow, mascara and lipstick to highlight her eyes and mouth in a deliberate, but subtle manner.
The change was profound and instead of coating her beauty in a shroud of falsity, it served to enhance and embellish it. What made the change in appearance most entrancing however, was the addition of a delicate pair of spectacles. On a couple of occasions, they slipped down her nose and rather than merely push them back into place, she had considered her contact over the top of them. It was infinitely erotic and her youthful innocence added to the effect of raw, unabashed sexuality in a manner that aroused Goulding far more than he was willing to admit.
Charlotte had also opted for a change from the usual, understated office attire for this trip and the outfit that she had chosen was incredibly smart and sexy. Her tight young body had been clad in a cool grey pinstripe business suit, under which sat a crisp white blouse. The overall effect was one of clinical efficiency and understated eroticism. The blouse was tight, sheer and flawless and although the top two buttons had been left undone, it retained an air of modesty that only hinted at the treasures that lay beneath.
The suit jacket was tailored perfectly to her shape and Goulding was impressed that something that was obviously bought straight off the rack could fit her so well. With the three buttons securely fastened, it hugged her slim waist and held her impressive bosom with all the support and elegance of a Wonder bra, and Goulding wondered how it would feel to pop the buttons one at a time and see the soft weightiness released. Somehow, he instinctively knew that Charlotte’s soft flesh would be yielding and silky to the touch, but that it would remain pertly in place, regardless of the removal of any manmade entrapments.
Despite the allure of Charlotte’s top half, it was everything that lay below the waist that really turned Goulding on. He had long been aware that he was a leg and an ass man and in Charlotte he had a woman that infinitely satisfied all of his particular requirements. Her tailored jacket was paired with a matching skirt that was every bit as tight fitted as its partner and defined her contours wonderfully. The gentle curve of her hips and buttocks looked incredible beneath the material and he wondered if she had it altered when she bought it.
Despite ending just above the knee in a tasteful and professional manner, it still exposed a significant amount of her toned legs and Goulding thought that, had the hem been even an inch shorter, it wo
uld have bordered on the dangerously inappropriate. Goulding found himself damning the propriety of the tailor, but deep down he realized that the fact that so much was left hidden and unexposed made the expectancy and excitement so much greater and more appealing.
He moved his gaze to her legs and was not left disappointed. Charlotte had chosen a sheer pair of black nylon hold-up stockings and when she had dressed that morning. Even she had been forced to stop and admire the way that the delicate black material had looked against the creamy whiteness of her thighs. Goulding had no way of knowing whether she was wearing tights, stockings or suspenders, but he was more than happy to let his mind fill in the blanks and it did not disappoint him.
Each leg ended in a simple, but elegant black leather shoe. The heels were modest and sensible, but narrow and elegant at the same time. However, it was the single strap that snaked its way around her delicate ankle that really appealed to Goulding. It blurred the division of leg and footwear wonderfully and although it was merely a sensible means of fastening the shoes, to him it hinted at entrapment and leather clad taboo.
Barely noticing the suit clad hypocrites that surrounded him, he watched Charlotte carefully make notes in a small, understated leather notebook, nodded occasionally and offered advice and direction to a number of attendees that had gathered before her. When, in a minute of obvious confusion she had paused and bit her lower lip, Goulding had felt a stirring in his crotch and an urgent need to relieve his agitation and pent up arousal.
As he made his excuses and made for the bathrooms, Jake appeared at his side, a massive, yet unobtrusive shadow that only ever seemed to become obvious when circumstances changed.
“Everything alright Boss?” said Jake gruffly.
“Y-Yes,” stumbled Goulding, clearly distracted by the effect that Charlotte’s appearance had had on him. “I just need a shit. Do you need to guard me in the can, or can I get a bit of privacy?”
