by E Erika
On the day he officially launched his re-election bid, Senator J.L. felt honored to see the caliber of people that had witnessed the occasion: Hollywood celebrities, famous and influential politicians, business executives, industrial players, people of high social standing and so on. Sheryl Lekhov and her mother were also in attendance.
Some familiar guests came forward to give Senator J.L. a hug and he returned their kindness with loving pecks and handshakes. When Sheryl showed up in front of him, the Senator was visibly nervous, and instead of pecking her cheek, he unintentionally kissed her mouth to mouth but quickly retracted from the action. He looked somehow remorseful, but when he saw the don’t-bother-about-it smile on Sheryl’s face, he definitely knew that the lady was up for something romantic. And Senator J.L. believed that it wouldn’t take him more than two to three weeks to fully uncover her intentions.
Chapter 4
As campaign activities came into full swing, Senator J.L. became quite busy as he stumped the major cities in California that were under his constituency. He was happy and grateful for the warm reception he had received from many supporters, especially those living in Los Angeles area. They had come out in thousands to show their unflinching support for his policies and pet projects, which many believed had lifted a good number of Californians out of poverty and poor standards of living. His educational programs were deemed extraordinary.
“Senator, we will like to see more specific actions in the issue of wage disparity between men and women in this country,” a female voter shouted among the pack of people. Her curt statement had received a thunderous applause from other excited women in the crowd.
Thinking that the matter she had just raised appeared popular with the people, the woman continued her outpour of challenges. “For too long we have waited for something to be done about this unfair inequality in our workplaces, but nothing had happened so far. Why should we—the women—continue to be victims of ageless patriarchy in America? We who cook for you, take care of your home, sacrifice our time and love for you and your kids, and obediently put our bodies on your beds to be mercilessly fucked like bitches! Don’t we, for goodness sake, deserve some paybacks?” the woman now looked irate. And enjoying the noisy boos and cheers she elicited from the chaotic crowd around her.
Senator J.L. turned his face away so that he would not stare into the woman’s fiery eyes. But his gaze landed on Sheryl Lekhov’s body wearing a see-through blouse that showed her breasts’ brown teats! She smiled lustfully as her eyes met that of the Senator’s.
“God have mercy!” Senator J.L. whispered silently to himself and turned back to the enraged woman to pacify her with assurances.
“We are already working on that. And I can assure you that we’re getting there; we’ll soon pass laws that give everyone what they deserve, irrespective of age or gender,” he said amidst loud cheers and jeers.
When he returned to his hotel suite to have some rest, the chief campaign photographer, accompanied by Sheryl Lekhov came to have a snapshot of him relaxing in a sweaty T-shirt, baggy shorts and cheap slippers. This humble picture was going to be distributed to some media houses the following day to show voters that Senator J.L. was indeed a regular guy who could easily associate with the middle-class and not one of those typical out-of-touch Washington politicians.
But Sheryl Lekhov’s see-through blouse and her tight-fitting mini-skirt had thrown him off-balance that it took him some minutes before he could compose himself for the shot.
“Do you ladies mind having some wine with me before going home tonight?” Senator J.L. asked.
“Sure,” they both answered, simultaneously.
The hotel servers gave each of them a tall glass and carefully poured them their chosen wine: Sheryl Lekhov went for white wine; the chief photographer chose red one; while Senator J.L. ordered white wine with squirts of lemon juice—his favorite. The two ladies, both single, sat across from the Senator and seemed to be enjoying their drinks and the scheduled show on Fox TV at that moment: SEX AND THE CITY.
To Senator J.L., it was a wrong TV show at the wrong time! The ladies’ eyes were riveted on the TV screen, enjoying the show, while Senator J.L. writhed in silent discomfort and wished it would soon be over. But when the sex scenes in the show came too often than expected, the Senator could no longer hide his annoyance about it.
“For me, I think shows like this make love-making look quite artificial! Do people get laid that often in real life?” he was surprised.
“I think it is possible. I have friends who go around fucking all manners of guys, just like a dog,” the chief photographer said.
Sheryl Lekhov gulped hard where she sat before joining the conversation: “I believe it’s weird; but I also believe it is cool enjoying hot sex regularly,” she said.
Senator J.L. could no more hold himself together as he stole furtive glances at Sheryl’s exposed laps. Her smooth, shining skin reflected the bright light falling from the chandeliers. Her lips were covered with golden lipstick that could blind someone. And her shrill and piercing voice, as seductive as ever!
Senator J.L. discovered that his chief campaign photographer had, after repeated incidents, noticed his infatuation with Sheryl. She had frowned on a couple of occasions when she caught her boss staring happily at another lady’s sexy figure. It was difficult for her not to have let envy overpowered her thinking. It was true that she also loved being admired, and when her boss refused to show her such feelings, then why revealing the same to another lady?
To avoid a situation whereby the two ladies would be fighting or competing for recognition or admiration, Senator J.L. had informed them to work with him alternately. That is, if the chief photographer would like to work on four days a week, Sheryl Lekhov should be allowed to work on the remaining three days.
The decision had brought much joy to Sheryl, even though she didn’t show it physically. And the Senator didn’t realize he had made a wrong decision until the two women left his hotel suite. But it was too late for him to re-think his decision.
So, the thoughts banging on his mind were about how he would be able to manage work with Sheryl alone without compromising his integrity. He had vowed to remain unblemished throughout his campaign, and he would do everything it took to keep Sheryl’s advances in check. But would that be possible? This is because Senator J.L. could not actually deny his quiet admiration for Sheryl Lekhov’s beauty.
Chapter 5
Senator J.L. still believed he was a smart guy despite allowing Sheryl Lekhov to have a one-on-one contact with him as his campaign’s assistant photographer. He made sure that all her photo shoots would take place in the open places, like on the campaign trails, public halls, schools and other public avenues. One thing he could never deny though was the increasing affection he started to show towards Sheryl: he would volunteer to help her carry some camera accessories when he thought they were obviously cumbersome for her; he would allow her to ride in the same car or bus with him; he would touch her shoulder or pat her back to request for her attention. These casual shows of affection were open to other staffers on the campaign trails. This had already sparked hot gossips that the Senator might eventually get engaged to Sheryl.
These uncomfortable rumors had made Sheryl lose interest in following Senator J. L. around, so she decided, on a sudden impulse, to retire prematurely from active participation in the campaign activities.
“I’m sad about your decision though, but please do keep in touch,” Senator J. L. told her as they both sat in his hotel suite drinking wine.
“No problem, I have your number, Senator. I’ll be calling regularly to know how things are faring with the campaign,” she promised.
Good and lustful thoughts about Sheryl Lekhov filled Senator J.L.’s heart as he found himself alone in the same room with the lady he had had sexual fantasies about for the past few weeks. Here she was in her trademark topless blouse and to-match black mini-skirt, sexy and wonderfully beautiful. What in the
world would be more glorious than getting married to a perfectly built lady like her? Wouldn’t it be a thing of honor to attend social functions with a lady so immaculately pretty and socially knowledgeable as Sheryl Lekhov?
Sheryl might have noticed that the man sitting across from her had been lost in some weird thoughts, probably thinking about her.
“I think it is time I left,” Sheryl stood up to leave.
“Really? Thought we are going to have dinner together tonight. For the first time!” he said.
“Oh, I’m very sorry. I have already had a dinner appointment with my dad. How about next time, Senator,” she asked, politely.
Senator J.L. shook his head sideways to indicate his displeasure about her sudden announcement.
“Please just let me know in advance, and I will honor your invitation for dinner,” she tried her best to assure him.
“Alright, Sheryl. Next time,” he said and opened his arm wide to hug her.
Without any reluctance, Sheryl Lekhov accepted his request for a hug but was immediately surprised when the Senator had refused to release her. He held her in a tight bear hug that made her pointed breasts pinched his hairy chest inside T-shirt. His two hands were on Sheryl’s butts, caressing them. Sheryl was amazed but not angry. She breathed rapidly as the Senator thrust his tongue into her mouth, almost rendering her breathless. His attempt to put one of his hands in her bras to touch her breasts was politely rebuffed.
“What’s going through your mind, Senator?” she asked him, almost in a whisper.
“It’s hard to help to explain, Sheryl,” he said. “I’m sorry if my action seems offensive to you,” he apologized.
“No need feeling sorry for anything, Senator,” she told him.
“Really?” he asked and made a second attempt at touching his breasts again. But Sheryl once more held his hand to stop him from doing so.
“Whatever may be going through your mind, Senator, should stay there until we have successfully concluded your re-election process,” she finally told him, pecked his left cheek and went away.
Now it dawned on him that Sheryl Lekhov might not have been working for his Republican opponent. Her willingness to assist him in whichever way possible for him to clinch his re-election revealed that she was a progressive; someone who truly believed in the beauty of democracy and was doing everything she could to encourage it.
But why was she planning to wait until the elections had been concluded before accepting his amorous advances? Wasn’t she snobbish with that statement? Even though she could not be referred to as a gold digger because of her family stupendous wealth, but she might as well be regarded as a social climber, someone who was only interested in dating high-profile men. So, what would happen to their relationship if he failed to win his re-election? Would she call it quit with him? Would she move ahead to date other famous guys and dump him?
Senator J.L. quickly cautioned himself as he noted that his thoughts about Sheryl was getting stronger and fast becoming unsettling. He understood he needed a calm mind to address this issue. And now that she was giving herself a break from his campaign, the action might just help calm his nerves that had become tensed due to relentless efforts at understanding Sheryl’s initial intentions. Which had now become clearer to him: she wanted to date a high-flying politician like him.
Throughout that evening, Senator J.L. could not focus properly on his other activities. He just pre-occupied his mind with sweet and uplifting thoughts of Sheryl Lekhov.
When he couldn’t bear it one day, he decided to call her at a midnight.
“Sorry for disturbing you; I just want to find out if you were the one who took my Walmart photo,” Senator J.L. pretended.
“No, I didn’t. Please ask the chief photographer,” she answered.
“OK, I’ll. I’m sorry for calling so late. I just couldn’t go to bed without making sure about that Walmart photo. We need it for a press release first thing tomorrow morning,” he lied.
“No problem, Senator. Good night,” she said and hung up.
Hearing her sweet voice had given the Senator the needed boost to go to bed. In his dreams, he dreamt about her swimming with him in a pool. Both of them were naked. And he also noticed that she was pregnant in the dream. But he had no idea whom she was pregnant for!
Chapter 6
Contrary to Senator J.L.’s expectation, Sheryl Lekhov didn’t completely disappear from his radar. She often got in touch with him by phone (they did a lot of video calls). Sometimes she received a video call from the Senator while in bed. And she never hesitated in answering his calls even though she was in transparent nightdress. So, they had maintained this method of communication until November Election Day.
On the night Senator J.L. happily won his re-election, he threw a big party for his campaign staffers, political associates, friends and supporters. The hotel hall where the party took place hummed with Frank Sinatra’s America The Beautiful. Some of the guests couldn’t resist the urge to dance; they waltzed to the lure of the music.
Senator J.L. stood up to address the crowd as the party began to wind down for the night.
“Words will fail me to deeply express my gratitude to all of you. Whatever the nature of assistance you’ve rendered our campaign in the times of need, we say thank you for being part of this victory,” he said.
There were several rounds of applause. People began to leave the hall one after another as the day stretched into night.
Sheryl Lekhov went to shake hands with the Senator and bid him goodbye.
“Hold on for a second,” he told her. “I’ll like to have a word or two with you,” Senator J.L. said.
So, while other people were exchanging pleasantries with the Senator and exiting the hall, Sheryl sat in a corner of the building waiting to hear what the Senator had got to say. She periodically checked her wristwatch and was shocked to discover the time was already 1a.m. No wonder she had begun to feel sleepy. She had wrongly assumed that the plenty of wine she consumed might be responsible for her slight dizziness. As someone who normally hit bed at 10 p.m., staying up late even until 1 a.m. amounted to self-punishment.
Senator J.L. came to her at about 2 a.m. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting, dear,” he said, patting her back. But he had noticed an angry look on Sheryl’s face.
“I’m sure you are annoyed with me for holding you up until this time. I’m very sorry,” he apologized again.
“That’s OK,” she said and tried to feign a smile. “How long do you think your discussion with me will take?” she asked, checking her wristwatch again.
“As long as you can endure,” he said, frankly.
This statement had made her laugh. She reached out for the cell phone in her handbag and placed a call to her mother to inform her that she would be passing the night in a hotel room. She ended the call and saw Senator’s piercing eyes staring down at her.
“I got it! We can discuss all night, can’t we?” he quipped.
Silently, Sheryl Lekhov had followed him into his hotel suite. Each of the rooms in the suite was big; the bedrooms had double King-sized beds. She watched him throw off the clothes on him piece by piece: neck-tie first, followed by his designer shirt, singlet, pants and socks. Sheryl could not understand what the Senator was thinking when he almost stripped himself naked in front of her.
“It’s bed-time, dear,” he said. “Aren’t you coming to bed?” he asked.
Sheryl excused herself from his bedroom and went to lie on a sofa in the suite’s living room. She believed their relationship hadn’t merited the one they should share the same bed together. She reckoned that there they were just friends and, as such, sleeping together in the same bed would undermine her integrity as a well-bred, highly religious lady.
“I thought you were going to be more comfortable lying in bed than on this sofa,” Senator J.L. came out of the bedroom to persuade her.
“I’m OK here,” she said, with a wry smile.
“Gue
ss you don’t wanna share the same bed with me?” he asked.
She hesitated briefly and then said: “Yeah. We aren’t lovers yet, are we?” She said, smiling in the yellow glow of argon light that had covered the living room.
Senator J.L. smiled, too. “I think you are the kind of lady who wants an official dating announcement before realizing that we are dating already,” he said. “Then as people used to say, once you in it, you are in it,” the Senator finally said.
Sheryl Lekhov, due to her strong Christian upbringing, strongly believed that even though they were dating, that shouldn’t give him the hope that she would be ready to jump into bed with him unless they were married. Pre-marital sex was the only social thing every lady in Lekhov family had abstained from. Even her eldest sister who eventually wedded at the age of forty-two never had sex with any man!
Senator L.J. sat on the sofa beside her and whispered into her ears. “Baby, let’s go to bed together,” he said without knowing what Sheryl was thinking in her mind.
She followed him back into the bedroom and lay beside him, still wearing her gorgeous dress for the victory party.
“Are you going to sleep in your expensive dress, aren’t you?” Senator J.L. joked.
She sat up straight in bed and tried to take off her ruby-decorated dress. Then she lay back again wearing her bras, skirt and underwears.
By her standards, Sheryl understood that she was not supposed to share the same bed with the Senator, someone she barely knew and with whom she enjoyed a sketchy relationship. But there was a part of her that desperately needed him, not only for political purpose but also for genuine romance. Sheryl Lekhov loved well-built, soft-spoken guys like Senator J.L. And his sometimes funny laughter had enchanted her to the extent that she always enjoyed spending great time with him.
Sheryl Lekhov was hugely relieved when the Senator didn’t make any move to ask her for sex. But she could read from his action and the lusty looks on his face that he needed it badly.
