by Beth Klein
She felt full and almost cramped by his presence, but the sensations were wonderfully alien and arousing. He felt the tight embrace that could never be replicated by normal ‘vanilla’ sex and silently rejoiced at the prospect of fucking her ass hard and fast. Her hand had returned to her clitoris and she was rubbing furiously as her arousal grew and she wanted to experience every pleasure she could. Without a word he slowly began to move within her. Tiny movements at first and then as she relaxed and their excitement grew, longer strokes and more forceful thrusts.
“Oh…Oh…God, that feels so good,” panted Charlotte, her voice full of desire and passion. “Fuck me Bill, fuck me hard…I want you to cum inside me, I want to feel you cum in my ass.”
Goulding did as he was instructed and began to pound her hard, delighting at the sensation of being both squeezed and constricted, but also of being given the privilege to fuck her without restraint.
“Harder…harder…oh, oh, OH! Faster Bill, fuck me faster…oh…yes, yes, yes…YES!”
Charlotte’s orgasm burst through her and she bucked hard against Goulding, clasping him tightly in spasms of pleasure that washed over her entire body. The increased pressure was too much for him to bear and almost perfectly in time with her orgasm, he came hard. His body pumped jet after jet of hot liquid deep within her.
“Holy shit!” panted Goulding. “That was incredible”
“Not too bad for a novice,” she replied sexily. “Just imagine what I could do with a bit more practice!”
Scarcely able to believe her words, Goulding felt himself stiffen again and thought that at this rate, they’d never get to the office, let alone Mississippi!
* * *
Although they were careful to take two cars, both Goulding and Charlotte arrived at the office out of breath and flushed, barely five minutes apart. When they were asked what the reason was for their obvious dishevelment, they mumbled something about sleeping through their alarms and as a result, being short of time to get ready and get to the office. This much was true, but the real reason was the recollection of the evening that they had just spent together and what it might mean going forward.
The official explanation that they had given seemed to satisfy the curious office staff and they quickly returned to their computers and the tasks allocated to the day ahead. Only John Lyndsey continued to stare at the couple, aware of the secret that they shared and deeply uncomfortable with the confidence that he had been asked to maintain.
Uncomfortably aware or not, there was no time to brood on the situation as they only had a few hours before they were due at a school in Jackson, Mississippi which would signify the start of yet another vote winning tour of the home states. Professionalism soon outweighed private concern and the little man soon threw himself into last minute briefings, speech changes and careful tutoring that could make the difference between a good, solid visit and a truly awesome one. Before long, everyone was jumping to the whip cracking directorship of the diminutive campaign manager. When Charlotte, Goulding and Lyndsey departed for the airport, the office breathed a collective sigh of relief.
* * *
“Senator…Senator Goulding! Turn this way please. That’s it, excellent…and how about another one over by the teacher’s desk?”
Goulding smiled and outwardly gave no indication of the irritation that boiled beneath the surface of his carefully prepared demeanor.
“It doesn’t matter where you go and who you see…the fucking reporters and photographers are always the bloody same,” he thought ruefully.
Even by John Lyndsey’s standards, the trip was going outstandingly well and he had charmed not only the teachers and Governors, but also the students that had been assembled to meet him.
“Shame the little bastards are too young to vote!” he thought.
It was all bollocks, but he supposed that some of the necessary baby-kissing, ‘meet and greet’ stuff was actually quite enjoyable and it was certainly far less false and abhorrent than his visit to Memphian Industries had been. He’d even been presented with an ornate metal ruler at the culmination of a formal school assembly after he had addressed the entire school and championed the virtues of Godliness and restraint.
Considering what he had been doing only six hours earlier, he struggled to maintain a straight face when confronted with the obvious hypocrisy, but his pleasure at receiving the gift had been real enough. He had made sure that Charlotte placed it in her purse and guarded it carefully against loss or theft. All that was left now was the usual round of photographs, a few carefully screened questions and perhaps a quick session of autograph signing and working the crowd. Like it or not, Goulding was born for this. He was a complete natural and had the drive, determination and ruthless ability to go all the way.
If circumstances let him that was.
As he was posing with his arm around the school mascot, he caught sight of Jake Armstrong shouldering his way through the crowd, like a bulldozer moving through a snowdrift. His head of security had been gone for nearly five full days and although his stomach knotted with nervous anticipation, Goulding was eager to know exactly what he had found out. John continued to live up to his reputation of having an ability to assess and manage any situation perfectly. Almost at the same time that Goulding saw Jake, the little man stood and addressed the crowd.
“Ladies and Gentlemen…please! Thank you. The Senator regrets that we are going to have to bring this visit to a close. We’ve been humbled by the reaction and support that you’ve shown us and will cherish the memory of the Jackson High School staff and students until we meet again. Please…no more questions. Thank you.”
“Not bad,” thought Goulding. “Not bad at all. If Lyndsey ever considers a career change, he really would make a pretty good politician, especially with speeches like that!”
Jake waited for the crowd to disperse and only when Goulding’s party stood alone, did he take the Senator to one side.
“It’s good to see you, Bill. Has there been any more…trouble while I’ve been away?”
“No Jake, it’s been pretty quiet to be honest”. He smiled. “Or as quiet as this circus will allow anyway!”
“Good. That’s good,” said Jake looking around somewhat distractedly.
“So…” prompted Goulding. “What did you find out?”
“What? Oh yes, sorry. It’s been a hectic few days and now I’m back I guess I just went straight into the old protector/protectee shit. Have the new guys been doing the job right? Just like I showed ‘em? I was never a hundred percent sure about Marshall…”
“Jake, with all due respect, fuck the security detail and fuck Marshall! What did you find out about Quest?”
For a second Jake looked angry and wounded and at one point Goulding thought he might actually hit him for taking for granted the work that clearly meant so much to him. He took a deep breath and his face cleared and he nodded in agreement.
“Sorry, Bill. You’re right. Well those fuckers definitely have evidence linking you to their organization and their less than savory dealings.”
“Brilliant. Just fucking brilliant,” said Goulding mournfully.
“I’m not done yet Bill. Hear me out and then decide how bad you think it is.The hard copies were pretty obvious and they all seemed to be genuine and not forgeries. They also didn’t give me anything to go on as you can print or copy from pretty much anywhere that has the necessary hardware and facilities.”
“Still waiting for it to get better, Jake,” said Goulding bitterly.
Choosing discretion as the better part of valor, Jake ignored Goulding and continued.
“Having discounted the hard copies, I had a look at the electronic stuff on the memory stick and that was a very different animal. Each document was embedded with an electronic file path that is as unique as a signature and indicates the location of the file on a hard drive, or a server. I still have a few contacts that I can call on and I also managed to…forget to hand back all of my equipment
when they kicked me out of the army, so it wasn’t too hard to trace these files and determine exactly where they were saved.”
Jake looked at Goulding, clearly expecting this information to be received as some kind of earth-shattering revelation. Seeing only confusion and expectation in his eyes, he continued to explain its significance.
“All of the files were saved to the hard drive of a single computer.” Jake paused for effect. “A computer owned by that asshole Frazer Martin. It’s a desktop, not a laptop and it sits on his desk in the offices of Quest Realtors. I was willing to bet that due to the nature of the information and the fact that it incriminates them just as much as it incriminates you, there wouldn’t be too many copies of this stuff, but I still wanted to be sure. I hacked into Frazer’s personal computer, as well as the machines of Arthur Deane and Larry Ackermann. None of the other computers contained anything that tied you into their company dealings, so it would look like Frazer’s machine contains the only copy.”
Jake rubbed his hands together in anticipation as he got ready to share the best part.
“I might not have found anything else about you, Bill. But I did find a whole shit load of information regarding illegal dealings, underhand payments, tax evasion scams and similar blackmailing schemes. It seems like that those three wankers are about as filthy as they come and have been fucking and sucking their way to a fortune over the past couple of decades at the considerable detriment of a large number of people.”
Goulding was struggling to try and process everything that he was being told and in the face of Jake’s obvious excitement, he needed some further clarity.
“Okay mate, that’s all very exciting, but I’m still not sure how it helps me?”
“Really, Bill? You’ve been out of the game for far too long! If all of your information is stored on a single machine, it wouldn’t take much to either retrieve it, or destroy the machine completely. True, there might be some hard copies floating around…I’m guessing in Frazer’s private safe, but there can’t be many. They’re nervous enough to only keep a single electronic copy, so they’re not going to risk losing track of hard copies.”
Finally, realization dawned in Goulding’s eyes and he broke into a broad smile.
“So you think we can make this go away and destroy the evidence?”
“Piece of piss,” said Jake returning Goulding’s smile, “But you’re not thinking big enough.”
“I don’t follow you, Jake?”
“Why settle for merely covering your ass when you can bring these fuckers down once and for all? Turn the tables on them and use their own dirty tricks against them?” Jake spread his hands wide. “It would be just as easy to download all of the information that paints them in a less than savory light, wipe out anything that links you to them and then the ball is very much in your court. Sure, I’d have to do a bit more invasive digging to alter the electronic bank records, but that shouldn’t be too difficult. So what do you think?”
Goulding was so choked with relief and emotion that he could barely speak and when he did his voice came out as a cracked whisper.
“Thank you Jake, that’s…” his voice trailed off, but Jake understood completely.
“It’s a pleasure Bill. What do you want me to do? Shall I act on it?”
“Not just yet, Jake,” said Goulding, having recovered his composure. “I need a bit of time to process all of this and decide what to do for the best. I’ll let you know okay?”
“Sure Boss, all you have to do is call, you know that.”
Jake got up to leave and was already heading for the door when Goulding called out to him.
“I don’t suppose that there was any change from that five grand was there Jake?”
“Funny thing Boss,” Jake replied with a grin. “Expenses came to exactly five thousand…hell of a coincidence really, but every single penny was accounted for!”
* * *
Goulding was just collecting his belongings and readying himself to leave when a voice behind him made him jump.
“Senator, would you mind posing for one last picture? I need a new shot of you to go with a story I’m writing and it really won’t take a second.”
Without looking up and desperately trying to hide his annoyance at the continued press intrusion, he shot a response over his shoulder.
“I’m sorry but the session is over. You’ll have to make do with the pictures you’ve already got, or come to my next engagement at the…”
As Goulding turned to face his protagonist, the words died on his lips. Before him stood Brian Kennedy and in an instant all of the hope that he had felt from his conversation with Jake evaporated.
“Ah…Brian,” he stumbled. “It’s good to see you. I trust you’re well?”
“Pretty good, Senator. Thank you. I seem to be making some real progress with my story and wondered if you’d be good enough to let me get a photograph to accompany it.”
“Of course Brian,” said Goulding through gritted teeth and did his best to act calm and natural as the disheveled reporter clicked off half a dozen pictures.
When Brian was satisfied with the images that he had captured, Goulding pressed the matter further.
“Progress Brian? Perhaps you’d be good enough to enlighten me.”
Without saying a word, the reporter reached into his bag, pulled out three glossy pictures and handed them to Goulding. They were a little grainy and had obviously been taken from some distance away with a zoom lens, but the details of the men that they featured were clearly recognizable.
Goulding looked at them and saw himself smiling back up from the paper. He was dressed in the formal black-tie attire that had added so much to the overall impression when he had made his memorable speech at the Evangelist dinner a little over a week ago. Before him stood Frazer Martin, Arthur Deane and Larry Ackermann and the anger on the faces of the four men was apparent for all to see.
Goulding returned the pictures to the reporter with a single nod of his head.
“Well you have been busy Brian. Still, I’m not sure that a few pictures of me meeting my loyal constituents is exactly the ground breaking expose that you were hoping for.”
“Very good Senator,” said Brian almost apologetically. “But I know that these three men are far from being simple, loyal constituents. They are the top brass at Quest Realtors, but I suspect you already know that. They are also widely rumored to be ruthless, immoral and willing to do pretty much anything to make a quick buck, regardless of whether it’s legal or not.
I know that you’re involved with them somehow, Senator, I just don’t know how yet. I’ll find out and as soon as I do, I’ll have the story of the decade. It’s not too late to get in early and give your side of the story. I’ll make sure you get a favorable write-up and have the opportunity to tell me what happened in your own words…what do you say?”
The temptation to blurt it all out was immense, but with a sigh Goulding shook his head and forced a smile onto his face.
“Brian, I sorry that you’re putting so much effort into something that simply isn’t there. There is no story and there is nothing to tell, in my words or anyone else’s. Do us both a favor and drop this before you’re made to look foolish in the eyes of your colleagues and fellow professionals.”
“With respect Senator, I can’t do that. I admire the candor and your heart-felt advice, but I need to see this through, regardless of where it might or might not lead me.”
“Fair enough Brian,” said Goulding and began to walk the reporter to the door. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Goulding watched the little man for a few minutes until he was barely a spot on the horizon and then retrieved his cell phone from his suit pocket. Quickly he keyed in Jake’s number and typed the two-word message,
Do it
With his instruction given, Goulding then dialed John Lyndsey’s number. It was time to handle Brian Kennedy himself and in the process call in a favor that he knew the
little man would be only too eager to see fulfilled.
* * *
His business concluded, Goulding retreated to his hotel suite and Charlotte’s reassuring presence. His mind swam with countless threats and possibilities and he wondered how he would ever be able to silence them long enough to get any kind of peace. As he opened the door and stepped into the hotel’s penthouse suite, the roar instantly morphed into a serene silence as he caught sight of Charlotte. She stood before him, a vision of filthy innocence and the curious paradox excited him more than anything else he had ever experienced before.
Leaning casually against the wall, her delicate white skin stood out in stark contrast to the skimpy black underwear that she was wearing. As she traced a finger along the line of the panty elastic, she bit her lip in a maddeningly sensual manner. Her long, toned legs were clad in sheer black stockings and she was wearing a pair of sharp stiletto heels that looked far too severe to walk in for any length of time.
These were ‘fuck me heels’ and he was not about to rebuff her unspoken request. He could scarcely believe that only a week ago this sultry temptress was an innocent, virginal young girl and now she was a cock hungry slut! He had unleashed in her. A pent up thirst that she had only just begun to quench and the thought of what she might be truly capable off was enough to have his cock straining at his pants in seconds.
“Well!” she purred. “It looks like you’ve brought me a present. Do you mind if I unwrap it now?”
Without waiting for a response, she dropped to her knees and began to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. This was something straight out of a fantasy. Goulding could barely believe what was happening, but he was far too aroused to object or even question her actions. He merely leaned against the wall and pushed his hips forward as she dragged his pants and boxer shorts down his legs and pooled them around his ankles.