Buyer's Market: A Billionaire + Virgin Dark Fairytale

by Dark Angel

  The final spasms of his cock dying out against my trembling fingers, I finally let go of his cock. I smile at Carter, my mouth brimming with his cum; thick drops are already dripping down my chin.

  He goes down on his knees, breathing hard, and grabs me by the hair. Grinning wildly, he pulls my head in and presses his mouth against mine. Our mouths open wide, cum starts to run between the two of us, dripping down both of our chins and flowing between our tongues. This is madness, I know—but could there be a sweeter kind of madness? Check me into an asylum if this is insanity, because I want to be raving mad. Losing my mind has never been more worth it.

  Pulling back from my kiss, he grins at me, lips glistening while semen drips down his chin. I reach for him, scooping up the semen on his skin with my tongue and then swallow it all. He doesn’t even blink, completely entranced by me.

  “Now that’s a good girl,” he whispers, looking into my eyes. Returning his gaze, I can’t help but wonder how in the hell did this happen? I’m a U.S. Senator stuck in a legal battle between a Governor and Mayor… And I’ve already fucked the two of them. God, what was I thinking? This is not a backwater state; this is New York we’re talking about. And here I am, taking a small problem and turning it into a shit storm.

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath. There’s still pleasure running through my veins, and I won’t let reality ruin it. I won’t allow it. There’s plenty of time for self-loathing and worry… But now’s not the time.

  Now’s the time to savor ecstasy. Sighing and feeling as if I were floating on Cloud 9, I throw myself back, lying across the carpeted floor with one of the widest smiles of my life. What did I do to deserve this? Liam and Carter in a matter of days…

  Eat your heart out, ladies. I’m a lucky girl, what else can I say?

  New York Daily Journal

  SENATOR VIVIAN TO GOVERNOR AND MAYOR: THERE’S ENOUGH OF ME TO GO AROUND, BOYS!

  From the desk of Editor-at-Large, Michael Anders.

  As Mayor of New York City, I have an unique insight. As the owner of my paper, here are my thoughts…

  For the last two weeks since Senator Vivian Hawthorne inserted herself into the feud between Mayor Liam Jeffries of New Kingston and Governor Carter Andrews, there has been what politicians would like to call progress, but everyone else would call stagnation.

  At this point, the negotiations are secret.

  And with negotiations continuing in both Albany and New York City, rumors have started to circulate as to a possible relationship between the outspoken junior Senator from New York State with one or both the men on either side of the issue.

  In perhaps a sign that this side story is taking on a life of its own, a Quinniapac/CNN poll was recently commissioned, which asked respondents whether Senator Vivian Hawthorne would be better off to be found romantically linked to either Governor Carter or Mayor Jeffries.

  Respondents were split roughly equally, with 51% of responses saying they would favor that the Senator take up with the Governor while 49% of the responses indicated a connection with the Mayor would be seen as more favorable.

  At the heart of this issue is which direction the Senator will lend her support—either for protecting the climate or preserving American jobs. The Governor has recently signed a signature piece of legislation that seeks to make New York State independent from foreign oil and resources as well as provide a cleaner and less polluted future. The Mayor of New Kingston however is looking to bring back the jobs that have decimated his town. In a surprise coup, he was able to secure the commitments to invest and open several ore processing and refining factories within the town, guaranteeing an increase of 10,000 jobs and a boost to the local economy.

  However, the two paths forward are diametrically opposed to one another. The factories that the mayor secured from Boltiador Enterprises would run afoul of the new legislation. Into this feud the Senator has decided to weigh in as she gets into a complicated history between the two men. Supporting either side would all but kill the other side’s position and determine the course of the state’s domestic policy in regard to the environment and jobs for the next several years.

  The romantic relationship that may or may not exist between the Senator and either of the men further complicates matters and brings a closer eye to what must be frenzied negotiations behind closed doors.

  New Kingston residents who have seen the Mayor and the Senator are adamant in their belief that the two are involved romantically while those who know the Governor are speaking on the condition of anonymity that there have been intimate encounters between the two. Neither side is acknowledging the issue at this point, but photographs have shown her in a variety of close encounters with both men that have only furthered speculation.

  To perhaps add an even stranger twist to the entire situation is the fact that the Communist Party representative who serves as the Mayor of Shanghai has been openly advocating for the Boltiador family to open their factories in China. Sources who are close to the situation describe a powder keg that is ready to explode with one wrong move. It will be up to the voters to the media to see who lights the first match.

  Liam

  I swear to fucking God I just want to throw this fucking tablet across the room and break it into a million different pieces.

  I thought I’d take the morning to enjoy reading the newspaper

  But what else is fucking new nowadays when I read the newspaper. The New York Daily Journal might as well be called the gossip column on me, that fucker Carter, and Vivian.

  We’ve had four meetings in the last two weeks and each time I’ve tried to get close to Vivian, she puts her defenses up. Either the newspaper is right and she’s fucking Carter or she’s playing us both.

  It almost wouldn't be so bad if Vivian wasn’t fucking Carter. You know, in addition to that one time she had sex with me. Oh, she hasn’t said anything to me about her and him at all, but fucking ‘well placed sources’ report that the fucking Governor is spending way too much time in Albany with his office door closed whenever Vivian Hawthorne is visiting.

  What the fuck am I even bothering myself with this shit for? I’m acting like a lovesick kid in high school. Yeah, Vivian was a great fuck. She has a fucking smoking body, sure. She’s got tits you just want to grab and squeeze and suck. An ass you want to smack. Legs that go on forever. Jesus, even her fucking neck is beautiful. And that pussy. Jesus fucking Christ that tight pussy is worth its fucking weight in gold.

  But at the end of the day, this woman knows what it's like out there. Hell, she’s played the field a lot longer than me. This is one powerful broad we’re talking about here. She used to be a fucking Democrat. Then she became a Republican. Then she went Independent.

  Don’t look at me like that, okay? I did my fucking research on her after we fucked. I know what kind of person I’m fucking dealing with. And let me tell you; you do not want to fuck around with her. That’s for goddamn sure.

  Of course I’ve learned it's important to know all about my enemies. I mean, they may not be enemies the way some of the people here had enemies when they went out to fight in wars. But if they’re like the people who were out there in the shale oil fields of North Dakota when I was first wildcatting, or the corporate boardroom snakes that I had to deal with, they were a whole different level of dangerous.

  Too many fucking times, people came at me with a hand reached out for a fucking embrace while they smiled and hid a knife behind their back. The only that fucking saved me was knowing what they were all about. And I mean knowing every single fucking thing. What they liked, didn’t like, who they fucked, who they loved, you name it. So if another wildcatter was trying to steal me out of my claim to a piece of land, you can be damn sure I fucking knew that he had a mistress in Montana while his wife was waiting for him in Tennessee. A few years later, if a private equity banker was trying to take pieces of my company public and forcing my hand, I knew how to deal with him because I knew all his fucking deepest darkest
secrets. I knew that he was visiting a fucking Thai massage place every other day during lunch for a rub and tug. I knew that he had incorporated himself to pay less in taxes. So when he did finally push too far, I knew exactly how to snap back against him.

  That's how I know who I’m fucking dealing with Carter and Vivian. Jesus Christ, Carter Andrews is a real piece of work, you know that? Son of the real estate developer that built Andrews Estates in the Bronx. Yeah, that hell hole that cops were even afraid to go into almost 30 years ago. Sure, it’s cleaned up somewhat now, but it used to be a piece of shit. The NYPD had a fucking precinct office across the street because they were there every fucking night. Someone was always getting stabbed, shot, beaten up, or raped. They used to sell drugs in the stairwells. Hookers used to walk up and down the fucking walkways inside the Estates during the fucking day.

  The bitch of it is, that the Estates were built in the 1950s as a place for returning veterans from Korea and all the other wars to settle down in. Have a nice, comfortable middle class life. And sure, it may have been like that for a while. But then like all fucking wealthy billionaires, the property was built, the city paid all the fees and shit that the developers charged, and then because it was affordable housing, people just forgot about it. And by forget, that means they forgot about the people who ended up moving in there too.

  How do I know all this?

  Because I fucking grew up there. I fucking walked past the Irish gangs that roamed the hallways, looking to recruit me. I used to walk back from school with books inside a pizza box so that the kids wouldn’t hassle me. Because if they saw me with books, they would have kicked my fucking ass.

  But then I started growing up. I started working out. Playing sports. And I started getting bigger. That’s when it got even fucking worse. Now they wanted to pick a fight to see if they could beat me.

  My parents both had jobs, mind you. They both worked every day of their lives, till they died. God rest both their souls.

  But I never forgot where I grew up. And why it was like that. Because people stopped caring about the everyday American. And those people had no fucking voice.

  Because of elites like Carter Andrews. And his father.

  That’s why the fucking environment can kiss my fucking ass right now. People in this town need jobs. They need dignity.

  But Vivian Hawthorne? Sure, she’s a blue blood. Family came over on the Mayflower. Dad ran a successful asset management business.

  But from everything I can tell, this woman doesn't take any shit. She’s a strong, independent woman. She knows what she wants. And she goes after and gets it.

  But along the way, she doesn’t put any skeletons in her closet either. She’s good. Too good.

  But that’s the problem, right now. Because people who….

  Wait, did you hear that?

  I get up from the chair that I’m sitting in. I had thought that I would take the morning to relax with a cup of coffee in the library, but apparently that’s not going to happen now, based on the fact that I hear the sound of a car engine out in the driveway. I walk toward the front door, anticipating someone coming up the porch. I’m dressed in a pair of pajama bottoms. That’s all. I don’t give a fuck. Let whoever is at the door get a good look at my fucking ripped torso. If it’s a woman, she can have a nice long drool at my defined pecs and 8-pack abs. If it’s a guy, well, maybe he’ll get jealous. Otherwise he’ll get hard. Either way, I got nothing to fucking hide.

  The bell rings, and I open the door.

  I’ve never seen her before. She’s Asian. I figure from everything I know, I’m guessing Chinese? Slim. Nice pair of tits. Shoulder length black hair. Slender. Black pencil skirt.

  “Mayor Jeffries?” she asks in perfect crisp English. I don’t know why I was expecting any different but I shake myself the fuck awake.

  Since when do beautiful Asian women come knocking on my fucking door?

  Well, actually, don’t try to answer that because I had this one reporter come through and knock I think maybe three weeks ago? Although she was Japanese. Anyways, came with some flimsy excuse about wanting to interview the youngest mayor in America. Ten fucking minutes. That’s how long before her skirt was hiked up around her waist and she was calling out to God as I rammed my cock into her fucking cunt. Made her cum so hard she was literally trembling.

  “Are you okay?” the lady asks again and I snap out of whatever that was up there.

  “Hi, yeah I’m the mayor,” I say to the woman, instinctively putting out my hand. “You are?”

  She shakes my hand. She’s got a firm grip. “My name is Tina Ling, and I’m representing the city of Shanghai in the People’s Republic of China,” she says to me.

  She looks me in the eyes. “Can I come inside?”

  I nod and let her through.

  She walks by me without another glance and I swear to God I can’t help but cock my head a bit and look at her ass as she walks in.

  “What can I do for you, Mayor?” I ask slowly as I close the door. “Would you like to sit down?”

  That’s when she turns to me.

  “Actually, I won’t be here long, Mr. Jeffries,” she says all business. “I came all this way to talk to you in person because I think it’s important that you should know what I can offer you.”

  Well, fuck. I wasn’t expecting anyone to offer me anything, so I guess I can listen to her.

  “I know what you’re trying to do with the Boltiador Family, Mr. Jeffries,” Tina Ling says, not even bothering to address me by Mayor. I don’t normally care, but in this instance it seems like she’s doing it on purpose. “And I’m here to offer you a deal not to bring them here to this town.”

  What. The. Fuck.

  Tina Ling continues.

  “Before you say anything, just know that I’m prepared to offer enough to make it worth your while if you decide to play ball,” she says taking a step closer to me. “The people who are backing me on this have very deep pockets. Deeper than yours.”

  There’s no way they can have deeper pockets than me. Does she know what I used to do? The billions I made in oil and gas exploration?

  “I know about the billions you made in oil and gas exploration before settling down to this…small town life,” she says as if fucking reading my thoughts. “But let me assure you, my backers are infinitely more well funded. As well as much more connected than you.”

  “So you’re here to bribe me?” I ask.

  If she thinks she can buy me out, then this bitch has another thing coming.

  “I’m not here to buy you out or anything that would offend you,” she says silkily. Jesus fucking Christ. Is she seriously in my head? Are you telling her what I’m thinking? Because I swear to God if you’re playing double agent on me…

  “What I’m offering you is instead a chance to do more good than you’re currently doing now,” she adds quickly. “I understand you want to help the people of your town. But this town isn't the only one suffering, Mr. Jeffries. Other towns across New York State are also dealing with job loss. But right now you’re just one mayor. I could offer you the opportunity, if you’re willing to pay the price to not just bring 10,000 jobs, but 100,000. Or a million. To this state. And eventually, to this country.”

  What exactly is she offering me?

  “The connections and the backing to take the good work that you’re doing here, and take it to the statehouse. Or the US Senate. Or even one day, maybe the White House,” she says, answering the question in my head. Fuck it, I give up trying to wonder if the Chinese can read our minds nowadays.

  But it’s time to actually say something here. This bitch has been talking for way too fucking long.

  “I already have the connections I need to get these factories here,” I tell her, looking her in the eyes. “And after we get the factories back, we’ll move on to other towns. And if I ever do decide to be Governor, I’ll do it on my own fucking merits. Not being bought and paid for by a special fucking intere
st.”

  “You?” Tina asks, cocking her head and taking another step closer. I can all of a sudden smell her perfume. “Have connections?”

  “I’m working with Senator Hawthorne,” I say, not knowing what else to say. The truth is, I’m trying to win her over. Maybe I should have fucked her harder. Although that wasn’t possible. She was basically a quivering mass of flesh in a sex haze by the time I was done fucking her.

  “You are too funny,” Tina Ling says in a snort that leads to a laugh.

  I don’t even realize how, but all of a sudden she runs a hand down the side of my abs.

  I tense up. But my cock fucking twitches.

  No. Not for this bitch.

  “The Vivian Hawthorne is your inside connection to get this deal passed?” Tina Ling asks me. “You really are just a mayor that sits and drinks with the poor commoners, aren’t you?”

  “I think you’d better get the fuck out off my fucking house, lady,” I tell her with gritted teeth.

  She shrugs. “If the person you’re counting on to get your back in this is the woman that’s sleeping with the Governor of this state and defending the legislation that will kill your factories, then sure, I have no problem with that,” Tina Ling says and takes another step closer to me. She lifts herself on her feet and leans in closer to me and whispers. “But if you want real friends. Not ones who are spending time with your enemies having brunch at the Harvard Club, or friends who will take care of you. And make you…happy, then give me a call.”

  I feel her hands on my abs again, and then slide down. She's at the waistband of my pajamas and she slides her hand in.

  I gasp. But she quickly pulls out. I feel something else. I look down.

  She’s left her business card.

  Literally.

  She’s stuck her business card in the fucking waist band of my fucking pajama bottoms.