I pulled back from James’s seeking mouth to slowly, teasingly, undo his Hermes tie, speaking as I did, “Well, Senator, I’m feeling we are about to leave that line right behind us. I’ll be your naughty intern…so long as this stays between us.”
James spoke, “Oh it’s back to Senator, is it?”
I smiled back, “If I’m your intern, you’re my Senator.”
James laughed, “Fair call, baby.”
James reached for blazer and slid it off my shoulders as I dropped his tie on the floor like it was a dollar one from K-Mart. Together we began to undress each other, his hands on the buttons of my blouse, mine on his suit jacket, his shirt.
James grinned with desire at me, “Have you ever had a naked interview before?”
I laughed as I peeled his shirt off, exposing a muscled chest that made my breath catch, “It’s my first time…go easy.”
He pulled me in close, pulling away my blouse and freeing my beasts to the air and his gaze, held tight in their chaste white bra.
“Well,” he began as his hands began to feel my breasts and reach around to unclasp my bra, “I have plenty of experience in being bad and crossing lines…I’m perfectly good at it. You’re in safe hands, talented ones too.”
Excitement rose in me at James’s cockiness, his complete and utter disregard for what was right and proper. What kind of man lured an intern in to seduce them? A man who didn’t give a damn, and that was damn sexy. On my part…I may have worked hard in college but there was the hint of a bad girl wanting to come out, that I had held in check in college, feeling I couldn’t quite cut loose the way other kids did who had safety nets if they screwed up. Now it was time to do something for me…
I snapped to as James succeeded in freeing my breasts with one easy hand as the other one unzipped my skirt, god did I want more. Impatient, I helped him push my skirt down, leaving me standing in front of my new boss in stockings, panties and otherwise quite naked.
“Oh yes,” James breathed his eyes taking me in, “Consider yourself well and truly hired as my fantasy intern.”
I tossed my hair back and grinned back, “Now for your turn, Senator, show me what you have to offer as my boss.”
James smiled with easy charm and confidence, a man who knew he had the goods. He slip his suit pants down and tossed them onto the pile of clothes heaped on the luxurious rug, “I love it when you talk dirty to me, intern.”
My breath caught and lust consumed me as James stood before me naked, confident, cocky. His cock drew my immediate eye. Thick, large and jutting out I couldn’t wait to have him inside me, taking me. Tall, muscled and strong his body was bronzed from weekend sports and looked like it would firmly hold me in place and teach me.
James took me in his arms, running his hands over my ass and up between my legs where wetness was soaking through my panties, “Do you like what you see, intern? Mmm? Do you accept the job?”
I reached up and kissed him on the mouth firmly, “Yes I do, you have my vote, Senator.”
“Excellent,” responded James, pulling me over to his large oak desk, “I just need to check your credentials over.”
He pulled my panties off with one hand and bent me over his desk with another, standing behind me. I was naked except for my heels, naked with my Senator boss in his opulent office in a secret moment of fantasy turned reality.
James ran his hands over my body, reaching around to feel my breasts, twisting my nipples, running a hand between my legs to make me cry out with want. He cupped my ass and pushed his hardness against me, showing me what he had to give me. I tried to reach around for him, but he blocked me, continuing to tease me and keep me at his mercy.
He spoke in a voice heavy with lust, “I won’t hold back, Sasha,” he warned, “when I see what I want, I take it and own it completely.”
Drunk on desire I could only moan my assent as his hand worked between my legs to make me ready for him, his strong long lean fingers up inside me, pleasuring me to the point wetness trickled down my thigh. I felt embarrassed at how much I wanted it, but James didn’t let me pull back from his insistent hand, he made me feel the pleasure he was giving me, not run from it. It was what I needed, had wanted to experience after fumbles with college boys that left me frustrated.
James shifted behind me and moved my legs apart with his, his ankles locking around mine. With one hand in the middle of my back he pushed me down onto the desk, with the other he pushed me open and pushed his cock up inside me. He took me in one powerful confident thrust, his cock thrusting up inside me and filling me, stretching me. A firework of pleasure exploded inside me as he took me up a level from our playful foreplay into getting serious.
James crooned to me as he began to stroke his cock slowly and decisively in and out of me, “You’ve always wanted to be a bad girl haven’t you?”
I gasped in pleasure as his cock moved in and out of me teasingly after his initial powerful taking of me, “Please…”
I felt James shake his head, “Please isn’t good enough…tell me you need it.”
I moaned and tried to push back on his cock for him to take me harder, but he thwarted me with a hand on my hip to remain in control.
I gave into his demands, “I need it…Senator…please take me.”
James nodded, “I thought so, do you want it slow baby, just like this?”
And we rocked his cock in and out of me slowly, moaning, “Oh, baby,” as he took his pleasure and teased mine, pushing in right up high inside me, filling me and pulling to the edge of leaving me, leaving me feeling empty and pushing back in search of him, wanting to stay filled by him.
“Yes…” I moaned in desire as he began to stroke in and out of me harder, thrusting in and out, in and out the way I needed it.
James hands explored me as he fucked me, while I held myself bent over his desk. His hands sought my breasts, worked my nipples, ran over the curves of my ass, wound my hair around his fist and pulled. I could barely concentrate on all the sensation in my body from the member impaling me in the centre of my body to the pleasure points his roaming hands were hitting.
My mind went miles away lost in pleasure as we found a steady rhythm of coming together, in and out. James’s balls lightly thwacked against my body as our moans rose and fell together in a song of pleasure and wanting more and holding back to make the moment last. Our bodies fit together, him covering me from behind and mine curving to his.
“Oh yes intern,” James groaned as my body sent pleasure running through him, relieving him of the stress of his day.
His hands wound again around my hair, the tightness of his grip signaling the growing waves of his own desire as he began to slip in his control of his cock taking my wet hole. The tension through my head sent pleasure down to the tips of my fingers and the end of my toes. God where had this man been all my life, I thought as I felt my own pleasure building to the edge of desire.
I gasped out in lust and shock as James took me by the hips and began to work his body with mine, hard, fiercely, with driving passion. He held me tight and slammed his cock in and out of me, over and over, working me with it as I struggled at first to match him. My body found his and together we began to move to the pursuit of the edge of pleasure, of release so close. I let out a sigh of ecstasy as my climax approached as James shifted a hand around and began to rub my clit while his other hand steadied me to take the hard pounding he was giving. I arched my back as he encouraged me towards climax, his fingers and cock forcing me over the edge until sparks clouded my vision as I came hard. As my orgasm ended James furiously took me, letting go of control completely and taking me hard until he dove over the edge of his own desire and came up inside me hard and long with a groan of pleasurable release.
He collapsed back into his wide office desk chair and reached for me, pulling me off the desk and into his arms. We sat quietly for a moment. James kissed me slowly, with only the embers of the desire he had showed before. He was satisfied.
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sp; James hugged me tightly and spoke, “That was everything I had longed for and more, do you think you want the job of intern by day, Senator’s lover by night?”
I considered for a moment, the seriousness of the moment now taking over me. What was I doing? I had just had sex with my boss! And in a set up that could bring scandal on both of us. It was a lot to take in…how could I be James’s secret intern lover? It was risking my career and more. I stayed quiet, thinking quickly.
I spoke tentatively, “Maybe we should leave this as a one off, James…chalk it up to a fantasy fulfilled and leave it at that. This could bring ruin to both of us to continue.”
James was moodily silent before finally speaking, “If that’s how you feel Sasha. Personally I’ve never been one to let the rules dictate my personal life. But if that’s how you feel. Maybe I read you wrong. You broke the rules of your upbringing to succeed, I thought you might be one to bend the rules in relationships for the right person.”
I felt his hurt, but my own self-protection had kicked in, this was a bad idea. I slipped off his lap and quickly dressed while James remained naked and defiant behind his desk, powerful and desirable. But not a man I could have again if I knew what was good for me.
I departed with an apology, “I’m sorry James, I’m sure this is not a good idea to continue. I’ll interview with some other Senator’s and we can just pretend like this never happened. Goodbye.”
James said nothing as I left the room and let myself out of his office, wondering if I had just made the smartest decision of my life or the worst mistake.
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Several weeks later I gritted my teeth as I fetched some coffee for the office. I had secured another internship, but far from working on policy like I could have in a small office like James’s, I was consigned to the bottom of the heap in my new role.
After walking away from James’s offer of intern slash lover I was quickly assured I was making the right decision when I was snapped up for another prestigious internship with an established Senator. Alison Kramer had been in politics for twenty-five years and was known for her ice queen style and slightly scandal tinged history. She was noted for never having met a lobbyist she didn’t like. To my idealistic dismay she was keen on the payback and favors style of Washington. With a bigger office and role she had a whole team of interns, all of whom had made it clear to me I was only good enough to be the coffee fetcher and lackey.
Even worse, I had to work with the odious Fletcher, who I had interviewed with alongside James. Unfortunately unlike James, Alison thought the sun shone out Fletcher’s over privileged butt. She couldn’t get enough of him or his connections, making me long to tell James about it and see him laugh and wink. Working in Alison’s prestigious office over James’s showed me there was more than one way to have wealth and power. Unfortunately my bad choices had landed me in the office that did it the wrong way.
Standing in line for the coffee I cursed myself out again for having fallen for the charms of one Senator James Chilton. I should never have given in to his flirting and his fantasy, I should have played dumb and just secured a proper internship with him and let some other intern bunny be the one to fulfill the role of fantasy intern girl. What I should have done had been consuming my thoughts ever since I had walked away and found myself interviewing with politician’s whose views I liked a whole lot less.
I sighed as my turn came to order. I tried to cheer myself up, I had been feeling moody lately over everything. At least I have an internship, even if it isn’t perfect. At least I have my health. At least it wasn’t raining today. At least I wasn’t homeless. I knew when I got down to being grateful to be breathing I was getting desperate.
I returned to the office loaded with coffee and began distributing it to my fellow interns, trying to be cheerful and ignore the comments that I made the perfect waitress given my background.
Dropping a soy mocha latte (trust him to have a stupid drink) on Fletcher’s desk I gave him a stony look, waiting for the caustic comment. Fletcher had marched up to me on day one of our internship with Senator Kramer and asked me why to explain why a) I had been hired over him by James and b) I had turned it down.
I had been taken aback at first, then grateful James had put out the story I was offered the role and turned it down, not that I wasn’t chosen. That little kindness made me question my increasing hardness in how I was judging him with the passage of time. Maybe he wasn’t the all bad intern advantage taking power hungry man I had built him up in my mind to be. I had stumbled over my response to Fletcher, making something up about wanting to be in a large office like Senator Kramer’s. All of this history between Fletcher and I, so very recent yet already so very toxic.
Fletcher looked up at me with a smirk, “Thanks, office waitress. Say, did you hear the latest about James Chilton?”
My heart skipped a beat, Fletcher appeared to have picked up on my interest in James and he sure exploited it.
“No,” I said, my voice catching, “I haven’t. Why don’t you enlighten me Fletcher.”
Fletcher leaned back in his chair and grinned, “James is dating May Dallenger, you know, the Instagram model?”
My heart sunk. May was the it girl of the moment. Casual, cool, fashionable and a stick figure. Involuntarily I picture James and I naked and my normal girl body transforming into May and him looking happier for it. I may have been the one who walked away, but it was for both our best interests. That didn’t mean it didn’t burn.
“Thanks, Fletcher, you are always very helpful,” I replied sarcastically, spinning on my heel and walking away from the smirking pain in the ass.
A couple more weeks passed like this and I was so busy I began to lose that health I had counted as one of my few blessings. I was hungry and gained a little weight, but then the donuts were tempting when getting coffee. I felt sick before work but who wouldn’t, going to a job with a boss who would sell her vote to anyone, not to mention my awful fellow interns and their teasing. My boobs felt sensitive and sore, which I chalked up to being aroused, I hadn’t been with anyone since James and maybe my body was telling me it was time. Come to think of it, I hadn’t been with anyone for a long time before James. Maybe the changes in my body were my body saying hey, stop making us a desert here.
It was when I missed my period for the second time I knew something was up. Something being a potential life inside me. I gasped when I realized the date and how late I was…and what that could mean. I had run from James’s office in order to save our careers, now it looked like I wouldn’t have choice on whether there would be a scandal or not. A pregnant intern, that’s just what a freshman Senator wants! Pregnant to a politician, unwed and a recent college grad - perfect for my career!
Sitting at home before work I put my head in my hands. A surprise pregnancy is hard, a surprise pregnancy on your own even worse. A surprise pregnancy you need to hide from an entire industry, even worse. I ran through my options in my head. Abortion? Not for me, no way. Tell James?
This wasn’t just the last thing I needed, it was the last thing James needed. I had been following his career, aside from the love life updates from Fletcher, he was forging ahead with a great new policy around social security that would make life fairer for the kind of people I had grown up with. It was unpopular with conservatives and the media and his political enemies were trying to pin anything on him. His sex life he had been able to laugh off as the rakish young single man, but a pregnant intern was another matter altogether. I couldn’t let my mistake ruin the career of a man I knew could do good things. No, there was only one answer.
I headed into work and went straight to Senator Kramer’s office and handed in my resignation and told her politics was not for me and I was leaving the Hill. She accepted, then asked to be reminded of my name. I certainly wouldn’t be missed. I dodged Fletcher on the way out and made a beeline for home, preparing to hole up and hide myself until the baby was born and I had made some kind of plan for my futur
e. Thankfully I had a small amount of savings from working hard but it would be tough. I refused to entertain the idea of asking James for support, I was sure if he knew about the baby he wouldn’t agree to keep it a secret of his career’s sake, he’d blow his career for it. I wouldn’t let that happen. He would never know, and one day his child would understand it was for the right reasons.
A couple of months passed by in a blur. I took up knitting to save money and made some darling little booties and hats, while picking up baby clothes from discount shops. I read every book available on babies and tried to avoid the online Mummy Wars. I also started to avoid other people as I began to show with a small round bump. I was proud of my bump and I wasn’t ashamed. We were two people that felt desire for each other and sex was natural. We had been consenting adults. But the guilt trips from strangers over my obvious lack of wedding ring and husband weighed on me. I worried about what kind of life I was bringing my child into, how they would be judged just like I was judged by my ‘betters’.
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