“That’s because you’re a natural.”
I was having a hard time believing what was happening. After all, just this morning I was a born-again virgin who hadn’t even had sex with my vibrator in over a year; I hadn’t had sex with a real person for more than two. How could I go from that to irresistible sexpot in less than twelve hours? “I think you’re pulling my leg about all this, Rodney.”
Rodney shook his head. “I’m deadly serious, I assure you. I never joke about business. And mind you, what I’m asking you to do is just business. It wouldn’t affect my feelings for you—which by the way, are considerable—at all.”
“What exactly are you asking me to do?”
Rodney placed a hand on the curve of my hip. “I’m asking you to use your considerable sexual appeal to get under the skin of several very powerful men—and women—in Washington. I’ll let you know who they are one at a time. You might need to do some things with them that you haven’t experienced before, but that I guarantee you’ll enjoy. You’ll gather information and evidence while you do it, and then you’ll report that information and evidence back to me.”
My eyes narrowed. “Sounds pretty sleazy to me.”
“Well, Jasmine, I am a slick, sleazy bastard. I’ve built my entire career around being a slick, sleazy bastard, in fact. I thought you already knew that.”
I pouted. “What if I refuse?”
Rodney stroked my hair. “You have the right to refuse, of course. I’d never force you to do anything against your will. And like I’ve already said, my feelings for you come with no strings attached. If you don’t want to do this, that’s perfectly fine. Believe me, I’ll still want to spend as much time ravishing you as possible regardless of what you decide.”
“Because you respect me, I know, I know.” I rubbed my temples. It was an awful lot to take in. And I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why Rodney would think I was up for such a sinister—and sexy—job. “What makes you think I would want to do something like this? I’m sure someone like you knows plenty of women around town who are into way kinkier stuff than I am. After all, when it comes to sex, I’m about as dull and boring as it gets.”
Rodney scoffed. “Given what you and I just did to each other, I find that very hard to believe.”
“Well, you caught me on a good day, is all.”
He laughed. “Jasmine, whether you realize it or not, you are a very sexual creature. And that sexual creature inside you is just bursting to be let out of its little cage so she can finally grow up and explore the finer things in life. I’m giving you an opportunity to do just that, and maybe even shake up the entrenched Washington status quo in the process. I promise that you’ll have a very good time.”
“What about us?”
Rodney grinned. “We will have an even better time taking advantage of all the sexy new bedroom activities you’re going to learn working on this assignment.”
I had to admit, it sounded tempting. After all, I hadn’t had a sex life of any kind in more than two years, and the sex life I’d had prior to that had consisted only of my on-again, off-again college boyfriend (whose sexual tastes were meat-and-potatoes boring) and a couple drunken one-night stands my first few years working as a low-paid PR intern in Washington. As a result I’d been repressed and mostly celibate for more than ten years, and I wasn’t exactly getting any younger, either. However taboo it might have been, I decided Rodney’s business proposition was probably the last chance I had for some bona-fide, no-holds-barred sexual experimentation. The very idea of expanding my sexual horizons and my career horizons simultaneously was even more exciting. So exciting, in fact, that I could feel my cunt getting hot and puffy again at the mere thought of it.
“So, when do I start?”
Rodney’s eyes lit up. “You’re accepting the job offer then, I take it?”
“Yep.”
“You can start tomorrow if you like. I’ve already planned your first assignment, in fact.” Rodney caressed the inside of my thighs, inching his fingers towards my dampening slit. “And if you don’t mind, I’d like to give you some on-the-job training in preparation for that assignment right now.”
“Sounds good to me,” I cooed. “Let’s get started.”
Without another word, Rodney got up and crossed to an ornately carved Chinese cabinet. He opened the lacquered cabinet doors, which revealed a set of small drawers. He opened one of the drawers and took out two small red lacquered balls which were even more ornately carved than the cabinet. The two balls were joined together with a red silk cord, and had tiny chimes inside them that tinkled as Rodney passed the balls back and forth from one hand to the other.
He held them out to show me, dangling them by their silk cord. “Do you know what these are?”
I studied the balls closely. They were very pretty, and by the looks of them probably also very expensive. But I’d never seen anything like them before. “I have no idea.”
“They’re priceless Chinese antiques dating from the eighteenth century,” he said. “I’m a collector of sorts, and these are among the most prized items in my collection.”
“What is it that you collect?”
Rodney smiled. “Historical erotica. I collect all sorts of erotic things—paintings, sculptures, pillow books and the like. But my favorite—and usually, the rarest—items in the collection are the antique sex toys.” He swung the balls back and forth on their ribbon in a hypnotic fashion. “Which is exactly what these are.”
I stifled a laugh. “Those are sex toys? You’re joking.”
Rodney blinked and shook his head. “Absolutely not. These little lacquer balls are probably the best sex aid ever invented. Most people in this country call them Ben-Wa balls, after a modern Japanese manufacturer that makes cheap aluminum versions of them for sex shops. But Ben-Wa balls are a poor imitation of the original, which is part of an ancient tradition.” He rolled the balls back and forth between his palms a few times, as if to warm them. “The Chinese invented these toys, and they call them Enlightened Pathway Balls, which I think is much better than any cheap Japanese brand name.” Rodney placed the balls in my hand, where they felt deliciously warm, rough, and knobby.
“What are they for?” I asked, though I thought I might have some idea.
Rodney smiled. “How about I show you?” He motioned for me to lean back, so I did. He spread my thighs wide enough to give him full access to all my womanly parts, then slid the balls one at a time up into my vag as high as they would go. Once they were inside, he tugged on the silk cord—which still hung outside my vag—until there was some resistance. The feeling of the balls inside me was odd, but slightly pleasurable. I could feel the carvings on the balls’ surface rubbing against the walls of my sheath, but the resulting friction was just barely noticeable while I was lying down. “What exactly am I supposed to be feeling?”
“You’ll get the full effect if you stand up,” Rodney explained. He motioned for me to get up, so I did. The effect was almost immediate.
“Ooohhhhhh,” I moaned the moment I was upright. “That’s niiiiiiceee.”
Rodney watched me intently, his arousal obvious. “If you think that’s good, try walking around.”
As soon as I got used to the new sensations erupting inside me, I took a few steps. With each step I took, the Chinese balls moved and rolled inside my vagina, pressing their carved lacquer surfaces against the sides of my sensitive sheath and moving up and down, side to side in a sensual dance I could feel throughout my body. I also had to clench my vaginal muscles very tightly to keep the balls from falling out, which only added to the intensity of sensation.
“So, what do you think?” Rodney asked. It was already pretty clear what he thought, since his cock was pointing due north.
“I think that I like these—what did you call them again?”
“Chinese ‘Enlightened Pathway’ Balls. Though they’re more commonly known as Ben-Wa balls in the States.”
“Whatever they
’re called, I like them very, very much.” I walked around some more, until I felt something building up in my vag that I’d never quite felt before. Without warning, my sheath started to tighten, then undulate in a series of intense, rocky waves. The contractions were so powerful that I lost my balance and landed flat on my butt, my legs and arms bucking as my body writhed in ecstasy for almost a full minute.
When I finally got control of myself again, I looked up at Rodney, dazed and confused. “Wha-what the hell just happened?”
Rodney laughed. “Looks to me like you had a very intense vaginal orgasm. Which is exactly what those Chinese balls are designed to cause.”
I blinked. I couldn’t comprehend it at first. “Wow,” I finally said. “That was amazing. I’ve never come without involving my clit before.”
“Most women don’t without a little help,” Rodney explained. “Which is where toys like these come in.” He slunk up beside me and tweaked on the silken cord—almost pulling the balls out of my sheath, but not quite. “Your first assignment, Jasmine, will be to walk around with the Chinese Enlightened Pathway Balls inside you for a full twenty-four hours without once giving away to anyone around you—strangers, co-workers, even me—that they’re in there. Once you can control your reaction to the sensations, then you’ll be ready to go undercover for me. Do you think you can do that?”
“Mmmmph,” I moaned, still savoring the delicious feelings coming from my vag. “I’ll ahhhh—do my best.”
“That’s all I need to hear,” Rodney purred. Then he seized me, tossed me on the bed, and took me again, this time from behind and with the Chinese balls still inside me. The feeling of having Rodney’s giant cock competing for space inside my tight vag with two rolling, turning lacquer balls was indescribable. It must have been pretty intense for Rodney too, because he came almost immediately—and so did I.
We both collapsed onto the bed, panting and covered in sweat and musk. I’d had so many orgasms in such a short span of time that my head had begun to pound. My vision grew distorted, my limbs became heavy lead weights. Within minutes, I had sunk into a deep, dark, dreamless sleep.
When I awakened, the first fingers of dawn were already poking through the hotel room’s red velvet drapes. I glanced over at the clock—5:45—and panicked. I had to be at Senator Grayle’s office no later than 7 am, and I desperately needed a shower and a change. I couldn’t exactly show up for work wearing a fuck-me red dress and smelling like an orgy.
Rodney was still fast asleep, so I dressed quietly and tiptoed out the door unnoticed. As I rode the elevator down to the hotel lobby, I tried to make sense of what had happened the night before. My memory was cloudy from a combination of sexual exhilaration and pure exhaustion. Had last night’s crazy events really happened, or were they just all part of one long, drawn-out sex fantasy gone awry? Would Rodney Doyle really come through on all his promises? Or had I just been another naïve floozy in his long line of one night stands?
I supposed there was only one way to find out. Everything would reveal itself in its own time.
In the meantime, I had to get back to my regular job as a Senate PR staffer, and start doing some major damage control.
Chapter 7
I made it out onto the abandoned early-morning street at just before six. I figured I had barely enough time to hop a cab back to my apartment for a shower and quick change back into one of my trademark dowdy gray suits before hightailing it back to Senator Grayle’s office by seven. A lone taxicab approached; I reached up to hail it, and instantly felt a feathery sensation inside my vag.
At first, I thought something was wrong with me. Then I realized that Rodney’s Chinese balls were still inside my sheath. I clenched my muscles just in time to keep them from falling out onto the sidewalk, and an intense vaginal orgasm immediately took hold of my body as the taxi pulled up at the curb.
The cabbie rolled down the window. “Where to, ma’am?” he asked, just as I felt the entire lower half of my body vibrate itself into another dimension. I gritted my teeth, willing myself not to thrash or cry out in response to the intense sensations. “Georgetownnnnn, pllllleeeeze,” I managed. “17 Macarthur Boulevard.”
I hopped in and the cabbie sped off. The balls rolled and tossed about inside my vag with every bump in the road. By the time the cab reached Georgetown, I’d had two more orgasms.
A girl could get used to this, that was for sure.
The ecstasy must have shown on my face, because the cabbie glanced at my reflection in his rearview mirror and frowned. “You all right, ma’am?”
“Fiiiine,” I groaned as I felt yet another climax coming on. “Just a little tiiiiired.”
The cabbie shook his head in bewilderment and drove on.
By the time we made it to my apartment building it took all the force of will I had to keep from showing the crazy sensations emanating from down south in my face and body. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead and my toes curled so tightly inside my fuck-me stilettos that I nearly lost all circulation in my feet. It was all I could do just to dig around in my purse for money to pay the fare. Rather than wait around while the cabbie fumbled in his cash drawer, I simply tossed a twenty at the cabbie and told him to keep the change.
I ran upstairs to my apartment, started peeling off my clothes piece by piece as soon as I crossed the threshold inside. I headed straight for the shower, and turned the taps all the way over to “COLD,” hoping it would help chill things out down south a bit.
It didn’t.
All the ice-cold water did was make me shiver—which of course made the Chinese balls move around that much more inside me. And of course, that just made me more aroused than ever.
Aroused and cold. I never thought freezing cold water could be sexy before now.But I supposed there was a first time for everything.
I finished showering and shampooing at light-speed, dried off, and threw on the first suit I grabbed from the closet. I pulled my still-damp hair back into a severe schoolmarm bun, and decided to go without makeup. Whatever I could do to feel less sexy today, the better.
I hopped another cab and told the driver to take me to the Hill and step on it. I was already halfway there when I realized I’d forgotten to put on underwear.
So much for feeling less sexy. The feeling of the rough wool fabric of my suit slacks rubbing up against my slit and tugging at the Chinese balls’ cord only made me that much more orgasmic.
How the hell was I supposed to walk around for twenty-four hours as a strait-laced Capitol Hill staffer when I had the most effective orgasm aid known to humankind shoved up my cunt? It defied logic. I supposed it was a litmus test of some kind. In order for me to live up to Rodney’s expectations as a sexpot-for-hire, I would probably have to build up some kind of mental and physical endurance.
The cab pulled up in front of Senator Grayle’s office on the Hill. I paid the cabbie and as I got out of the car, I kept myself from crying out at the latest orgasmic spasm to take hold of my body by mentally visualizing the most un-sexy images I could think of—belly-button lint, ingrown toenails, Bill Cosby naked. It helped, but barely enough for me to keep a straight face.
My stomach growled. I hadn’t eaten breakfast, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to sustain myself on my usual stale-bagel diet if I was fighting to stay ahead of the Chinese balls all day long. I stopped in McDonald’s to order something quick to go.
I ran into Rebecca in line. Literally.
“Ouch!” she cried when I rammed right into her and stepped on her foot.
“Oh! Sorry, Rebecca! I wasn’t watching where I was going,” I said. “I’m—ahhhh, a little preoccupied right now.”
An understatement.
“Jasmine! I’m so glad you made it in!” Rebecca gave me a hug. “I’ve been worried about you.”
“Why?”
Rebecca bit her lip. “I wasn’t sure if you would come back to work after meeting with Rodney Doyle, is all.”
I took a moment to pon
der this. “What makes you say such a thing?”
Rebecca shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know. Mr. Doyle just has a certain reputation, is all. And if things didn’t work out—you know, with him helping the senator and all—I didn’t know if you’d be up to doing your job anymore.”
I ordered an Egg McMuffin Value Meal and stifled a shudder. If Rebecca only knew what was really going on! I knew that by keeping my true working arrangements with Rodney Doyle a secret, I was betraying Senator Grayle. I could live with that. But I wasn’t at all sure if I could live with betraying Rebecca. I’d gotten to be good friends with her over the years, and now she was caught up in something big and serious and didn’t even know it. I felt a lump of guilt forming in the pit of my stomach.
“I’ll always up to doing this job, Rebecca,” I lied. “Public relations is my life.”
Rebecca gave me a hug. “I knew you’d come through,” she said—which just made me feel even more guilty. “Things are pretty crazy upstairs, as you might imagine.” She lowered her voice. “And Senator Grayle’s back in the office. Somebody bailed him out of jail.”
“What?” I yelped. I wasn’t ready to face Senator Grayle yet. Not by a long shot. “Who bailed him out?”
“Nobody knows. Even Senator Grayle doesn’t know. Whoever paid the bond asked to remain anonymous.”
A terrible possibility formed in my mind. Had Rodney Doyle bailed out my boss just so I could start snooping around on him that much sooner? It seemed likely. But I couldn’t exactly tell Rebecca that.
“Hmm,” I said, sipping my coffee. “That’s odd. I’m sure it’ll be all over the news this morning, too.”
Rebecca grabbed her own breakfast order from the counter and headed for the door. “You know, you’d think so. But I’ve been watching the headlines all morning, and so far there’s been no mention of it.” Then I knew it had to have been Doyle who bailed Grayle out. Only Rodney Doyle could get away with something like that and then manage to keep it out of the media. Things were getting more and more complicated by the second.
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