“Ah!” he groaned, coming inside of me. I felt the squirting sensation between my legs. I took command of the situation and began grinding against him. I fell so in love with the intensity of his orgasm that I forgot that I was experiencing one myself. I soon mirrored his yelling and spasms with a set of my own. “Oh, God Casey.”
“Oh, I’m coming,” I moaned, feeling my cock becoming rigid as an iron rod. I had come here for a grueling audition but I never imagined anything like this. “I can’t stop!”
Gerald grunted as he continued to thrust into me. “Come for me, Casey!”
We collapsed together on the couch. His cock felt as hard as a diamond. He stroked my hair and looked at me with affection.
“Ms. Holloway that was a wonderful experience,” he said, breathing hard. “You deserve an award for that performance.”
It didn’t seem like he had noticed my cock. If I was quick and careful, then I could discreetly dress up without him seeing my erection. “Thank you…”
Or so I thought.
Gerald laughed and said. “I suppose it really should go out to Mr. Casey Harris!”
I turned over and gasped. “You knew!”
“I’m a professional,” he replied with a smile. The man eyed the semi-hard erection between my legs. “Besides, Ms. Holloway seemed too good to be true. I did some sleuthing on the side. It was very good disguise. It had fooled my casting directors. I needed to get a closer look to be sure.”
This was one hell of a way to get a closer look at me. I sighed and said. “I guess you’ll call the cops on me…”
“On the contrary,” he said to my utter surprise. “You’re the perfect person to play the part of Sarah. I’ve never met such a committed actor in all my years.”
“But I’m a man,” I replied, reeling from the offer. “I can’t play the role of Sarah. People will find out who I really am.”
“Of course you can,” Gerald said. “You’re the most passionate and sensual woman who had ever auditioned for me. With my help, you’ll be able to fool both the crew and the audience.”
I couldn’t believe it. “I got the part?”
“You’ve earned it,” the director said with a laugh. “Of course, you’ll need to meet with me from time to time to brush up on some of your skills.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Brush up on my skills?”
He grinned. “For some private lessons, Ms. Holloway.”
I blushed and kissed him. “Where do I sign the contract?”
It might have been lights out for Casey Harris but Casey Holloway’s career was off to a blazing start!
Chapter 1
“I’m sorry, Robert,” he said with a heavy sigh. I had never seen my boss look so utterly defeated before. “We’ll have to let you go. Hell, they’re going to shut down the whole damn office. I’ll have to start sending out resumes too.”
It was like a dagger through my heart. I had worked so hard as a clerk for the past five years. Now, I was going to have to fall on my sword for the sake of some corrupt politician. “I don’t understand, John. There wasn’t any embezzlement here! Why are we taking the fall for him?”
The man in question was Representative Adam Grayson. He had been the long serving Democratic representative for our district in the House of Representatives. I would know since I had voted for him for as long as I had been eligible to vote.
What I didn’t know was that he had been involved in getting kickbacks for distributing construction permits. Unscrupulous companies would give the Representative a bribe if he sped up the process for them. It was believed that over ten million dollars’ worth of bribes had been exchanged.
Of course, it would’ve been too simple to kick Grayson out of office. Instead, the blame fell on the records office I worked at. Grayson and his political allies spun it so that our office had bungled the records. They said the whole thing was actually our fault.
This meant that our funding was suspended and we were all out of a job. It didn’t even matter that I worked in the personal records department which had nothing to do with the construction permits. I had to hit the road like everyone else.
I guessed that politics corrupted everyone. No one in the Democratic side wanted to risk losing Grayson’s seat to a Republican. They fell in line behind him. Maybe Adam started out as an idealistic man but he was now as corrupt as they came. It was hard to believe in the system when it took down my office.
“He’s a higher paygrade than us,” John laughed cynically. He opened his desk and pulled out a flask of whiskey. I was almost tempted to ask for a sip. “Maybe he’ll actually break a sweat when he’s up for reelection.”
That reminded me that the man’s seat would be challenged soon. “Who is running against him? They might have a chance with the scandal still looming over him. Grayson can’t still be the favorite… can he be?”
“His major opponent, Tom Jenkins, is the Republican frontrunner for the seat,” he answered. I didn’t know much about him other than he was young and handsome. He had also been the son of a former Representative in a nearby district. “But forget about him winning. He has just as many scandals as Grayson and only got the job because the other guy died earlier this year. It didn’t hurt that his father’s connections helped him. However, the demographics here never favored the Republicans. Too many women and liberal arts college students in this district! Even with the permit scandal, it’s an uphill battle for them.”
He didn’t sound any better than Grayson. I sighed and asked. “Any challengers for the Democratic primary?”
“As for the democrats, they’re not going to rock the boat. They’ll fall in line since Grayson has been in power for so long. Why back down from supporting a known winner?”
“How about an independent candidate?”
John laughed and offered his whiskey flash to me. “Planning on voting for a unicorn? None of the independents have the money to compete. At best, they could shave off a few points at the poll.”
I took a sip. It burned all the way down. “I see…”
John took back his flask and took a long swig of it. “If there’s one man who can take down Grayson, then it’s Derek Chambers.”
His name sounded familiar. “I’ve read about him in the news. Who is he exactly?”
“They call him the kingmaker,” John explained, handing me a business card. It had Derek Chambers’ name and address on it. “The man’s not running for office. Instead, this millionaire controls the purse strings for Grayson’s campaign. He invests in several different candidates all across the nation. He’ll pay for a politician’s campaign in return for a favor down the road.”
I asked. “Would Grayson be broke without Chambers?”
“Grayson has money but losing Chambers’ funding would be a huge bite out of his wallet,” John answered. “More importantly, losing Chambers’ patronage would have a domino effect on his support. Not that’ll happen anytime soon.”
I slumped my shoulders. “It feels like he’s getting away with murder…”
“Look, take your severance pay and find a job that won’t get caught in a political crossfire, Robert,” he said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Think of it was a fresh start.”
I was tempted to tell them they couldn’t lay me off. I’d quit before that. However, I’d lose my severance package if I did that. It felt better having rent money than having my pride. “See you around, John.”
I cleared out my desk and put my belongings in a box.
I couldn’t believe that Adam Grayson had gotten away with it. I wanted some sort of divine intervention to knock him off the perch. However, the only way I could do it was at the voting booth.
Unfortunately, Representative Grayson was still the favorite to win. Like John said, no one had the financial and political backing to oppose him. I wasn’t ready to vote for another corrupt candidate like Tom Jenkins either. None of the independent candidates were a threat to Grayson either.
If there was any
consolation, I wasn’t the only one outraged at the scandal. Many people in the district had friends and family who had lost their job at my office. It felt like a betrayal from our Representative. However, there was no one else we could rally behind.
The Republicans also had their hand in a number of building permit kickbacks. Tom Jenkins probably had just as many skeletons in his closet as Adam Grayson. None of the independent candidates had the backing to challenge the bigger players. Most of them were joke candidates. One of them wanted to legalize prostitution in our district.
I couldn’t just walk away from this. Adam Grayson hadn’t just wronged me. He had wronged the entire community he represented. A man like him would keep on hurting people unless someone stopped him.
Grayson could only be defeated at the voting booth. Even with the scandal, he was the favorite to win. The only real risk he had was that of an independent candidate splitting his ticket. As a Democrat, he enjoyed support from women who provided a healthy buffer from him during elections. If someone came along and rallied them away from the incumbent, Grayson would be in trouble.
It was easier said than done. Polls suggested that there would be low turnout for the election. People were angry but they would rather stay home than go out and vote. Even in these conditions, Grayson still had the edge. The deadline for registering for the election was coming soon. No one had stepped up to challenge Grayson as a legitimate third-party candidate.
John had been right about one thing. Women could make or break Grayson’s campaign. Polls suggested most of them planned on sitting out this election. They were way too angry about the scandals surrounding their politicians. They wanted a fresh face who wasn’t mired in controversy. One of them even said on television she wanted a woman to run and slap some sense into the men in Congress.
That made two of us. If they voted for the Republican candidate or a third party candidate, it could force Grayson out of office. An independent candidate splitting the ticket was more likely.
I thought about running myself. I knew it was too much of a long shot. I was a records clerk with no experience in politics. The last office I held was Chess Club President in college. Worse, I had come from an office associated with an embezzlement scandal. Any political opponent could nail me to the wall with it.
The thought of Grayson getting away with it nearly made me throw up. The man would keep hurting people unless someone put him in his place. I didn’t know who to turn to for help.
That’s when I remembered Derek Chambers. If anyone could stop him, it was Chambers. It was a long shot but I had to take it.
Chapter 2
I called campaign financier’s office and his secretary answered. I told her who I was and that I wanted to speak with Derek Chambers. I expected her to cut off the line right there and then.
Instead, she put me on hold before telling me that Chambers had an opening in his schedule. The next day, I found myself in his lavish office in a nearby city. After passing a few security checks, I rode up the executive elevator to his office.
Finally, I entered it and saw a handsome middle-aged man sitting in front of a mahogany desk. I gingerly asked. “Mr. Chambers?”
“You’re from that records office,” he said, looking up from his desk and rubbing his chin. The man wore a fancy three piece suit that was more expensive than my entire wardrobe. “The one with the embezzlement scandal.”
I protested. “We had nothing to do with it. It was all a setup!”
He chuckled. “I believe you. Whatever Grayson wants, Grayson gets. Come on in, have a seat.”
I took a seat across from him. “Why did you let me inside?”
“I can’t resist listening to people bitch about Adam Grayson,” he said with a smirk. “And your old boss, John, we go back years. We were in the same fraternity back in college. I at least owed it to him to hear you out.”
“Oh, thank you!”
“Besides, I hate that Grayson prick.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Then why do you back him?”
“He’s a prick I can predict,” he explained, rubbing his forehead. “The man’s been playing this game so long that I don’t want to rock the boat. Tom Jenkins and the others are wild cards.”
My plan had been for Chambers to put Grayson to task for his corruption. Or at least change his policies so it didn’t hurt people like me. No other man had the power to twist the Representative’s arm. He could withdraw funding from Grayson’s campaign or give it to another candidate.
However, Chambers held all the cards. The only thing I had was my one vote. I was lucky to even have an audience with him. Nevertheless, I planned to make the most of it. “Do know anyone who is honest? It can even be a third-party candidate.”
He laughed. “Please, I’d find more morals at a used car sales convention than in politics!”
I slumped back in my chair in defeat. “So Grayson will win reelection…”
“Not necessarily,” Chambers said, getting serious. “He’s very vulnerable after having so many damn scandals tied to his name. He just needs a viable opponent to push him off his perch. To be honest, I wouldn’t mind backing another horse.”
I leaned forward. “How vulnerable are we talking about?”
“Normally, the odds are against anyone running against Adam Grayson,” he continued. I knew running as candidate was not easy. You would have to quit your job, raise funds, and travel all over the district on the campaign trail. There was no guarantee that you could beat the Grayson war machine. “The average campaign here costs millions. More if you’re up against Grayson. He’s been in this game for a long time and has the funds to bury anyone running against him. He might not be well liked but he didn’t keep winning reelection without a reason. He’s one of senior most Representatives in the state and won the last election in a landslide.”
“What about the Republican candidate, Tom Jenkins?” I inquired. “I heard he’s the son of a rich and powerful former Representative.”
Chambers shook his head. “He’s seen as the son of a rich man. Jenkins has the stigma of being political royalty trying to buy an election. Still, Grayson is in trouble.”
“What makes it different this time?”
“The voters are revolting!” Chambers said with glee. “Especially the women. They rather stay home than take part in Grayson ascension. It’ll eat into his margins and make him vulnerable. At the very least, he’ll have to change his platform and promise to keep his nose clean.”
“I heard he wasn’t polling too well.”
“Right, the chickens are coming home to roost after all his controversies,” he continued. “There was the construction permit scandal but that’s just the top of the list. More importantly, he’s an old man. Voters want someone young and virile. Most of all, they want a woman.”
That seemed to tie in with I was hearing from the voter base. “They don’t care about policies or issues? They want a woman?”
“People get tired of seeing old men all the damn time on television,” he chuckled. “A cute girl could turn heads around here. It would be a breath of fresh air. If she’s a political novice, then that means she doesn’t have skeletons in her closet. Women, youth, and people tired of corruption… it hits a lot of important demographics. It might be enough to split Grayson’s voter base in half. He’ll have to straighten out or get kicked out. Hell, Jenkins might get the edge with a split ticket. Better yet, she might win the whole kit and caboodle if turnout is high enough!”
“Know any women running in the primary or as a third-party?”
He shook his head. “None that I know of. I can’t blame them. Politics can be a dirty game. Your opponent will go after you, your spouse, your kids, and, hell, even your dog!”
I asked. “Would you be willing to fund such a candidate?”
Running a campaign was expensive. People often had to leave their job and their paychecks behind while campaigning. It’s where people like Derek Chambers came in.
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nbsp; “I’ve got no love for Grayson,” he answered. “I’d pony up cash for a woman who could put him in his place. There’s a limit to how much I can contribute on my own but I can get my contacts to chip in. Although, a primary fight would be an uphill battle. It would be easier running as a third-party candidate. However, the deadline is approaching and no woman has registered to run for this district.”
Adam Grayson wouldn’t have to face a primary battle. He had a lock on his seat until he retired or lost. At this point, retirement was more likely than defeat.
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