He had quickly become her most favored client, not only for the thousands of dollars he had already paid her, but also for the power that oozed from him as naturally as breathing was to others. Congressman Latner was a formidable man, with considerable appetites, and more than a hint of foreboding mystery that added an element of unknown danger which Kat devoured almost as hungrily as the Congressman enjoyed devouring her.
The old world Georgetown condo the congressman called his working home was on a street dominated by fellow politicians, lobbyists, and other capitol movers and shakers. It was a place that demanded secrets be kept, and so the comings and goings of a young, blonde, and very attractive Russian immigrant walking into and out of a longtime congressman’s D.C. residence was largely ignored by neighbors who themselves, were often engaged in wrongdoings of their own choosing.
The front door was unlocked, as it most often was. The entrance was a small, meticulously furnished foyer, home to matching, dark red upholstered French Provincial arm chairs. The flooring in the foyer, as it was throughout the condo, was the original pine hardwood first installed over a hundred years ago. The entire residence always smelled faintly of pine and the congressman’s Green Irish Tweed cologne. Several pieces of artwork complimented the French Provincial theme of the furnishings, placed tastefully throughout the condo.
It was a home that presented an unmistakable presence of both money, and more importantly - power. In recent weeks Kat found herself daydreaming often of having a home just like it some day.
Two strong hands gripped both her shoulders and spun her body backwards against the foyer wall with enough force her head nearly knocked down a large, framed painting depicting a young woman of the 17th century holding a bowl of purple grapes with her left breast exposed. Kat had always found the painting to be sad, though she couldn’t quite place the reason why.
The congressman’s mouth was soon covering her own, his tongue mashing its way between her parted lips. He growled animal-like as his body pressed up against hers.
“You’re late.”
Kat placed her hands between herself and the congressman’s chest and pushed back. She could feel his heart beating rapidly beneath the jacket of his dark suit.
“I told you I would get here as soon as I could. I had to walk. Now I’m here, so shut up and do it.”
Congressman Latner’s mouth again forced itself down onto Kat’s as his hands hovered over her petite breasts before moving downward like an overwhelmingly confident, invading army. The Russian whore bit down onto his lower lip, drawing a small trace of blood. The brief pain of that bite didn’t deter the congressman, but rather made his lust even more urgent.
He grabbed Kat’s very lean, medium height body into his arms and lifted her over his right shoulder, moving with increasingly hungry determination toward the living room, where he then dropped her roughly onto the deep red and blue colored throw rug that lay in front of the room’s media center. Kat watched as the older man removed every bit of his clothing in a matter of seconds, and then lowered himself onto her as she in turn, pushed down her skin tight, dark leather pants.
Not only had the congressman obsessed on keeping himself physically fit over the years, but he was looked upon with more than a bit of envy by others inside the showers of the Capitol gym. Wealth and power were not the only gifts God had bestowed upon Congressman Latner.
It was that one gift in particular he now shared once again with Kat, her own enthusiasm, and physical yearning for the moment soon matching the congressman’s. She loved the power of his everyday existence, but even more than that, she had come to love the seemingly always present and very capable power between his legs as well. Getting paid to perform the act was simply a much appreciated bonus.
Kat watched as the congressman moved with increasing urgency above her, his face contorting into a mask of pleasured abandon as he entered the point of no return. She moved her own hips upward more earnestly in an attempt to catch up to him, feeling the fluttering twinge of her own approaching release now demanding to be accommodated. In moments that twinge became more pronounced, as muscles both great and small in and around her inner thighs and stomach coiled and then uncoiled multiple times just as the congressman cried out, his body spending itself into her.
It was the warm tingling contractions that covered her entire body like an unseen blanket that always announced Kat’s orgasms. She grabbed a handful of the congressman’s hair with her right hand as her left hand pushed the back of his body down at the same moment her own body arched upward. He cried out again as he felt her own release around him, and then collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving as his face buried into the side of her neck.
What the nearly sixty-year old congressman whispered to her next left the nineteen year old silently stunned, the pleasure of the moment retreating rapidly behind a wall of troubled disbelief.
“I love you.”
5.
“So you’re the new guy huh? Heard you did quite a job getting out the vote on the Ohio State campus the last election. Welcome to the bowels of hell.”
Jolene Scott looked like she had somehow stepped into the present via a 1971 worm hole. Her dirty blonde hair was a mass of unfettered curls and chaos that sat atop a long thin face accompanied by very large, round, thick framed glasses. Her skin was disrupted by the occasional blemish, and was absent even a hint of make-up. She wore very tight, hip hugging jeans over a lean, almost boyish lower body, and a three sizes too big Penn State University sweatshirt.
“My name’s Jolene Scott, but my friends just call me Jo. And your name is Colin, right?”
Colin O’Shea nodded back at Jo, noting both how fast she talked, and the extra large Starbucks coffee she held in her right hand.
“Yeah, Colin, I just got in about forty minutes ago.”
Jo sat down at her desk, by far the most cluttered of the three that sat inside the cramped work space. She took a long drink from her coffee and then looked back at the new guy in confusion.
“Why so early? Christina gets here, like, at the crack of dawn or something, but the rest of us don’t have to be in until 9:00. It’s not like there’s a whole lot to do around here right now.”
“It was Mr. Bennington who told me to be here by 8:00.”
Jo threw her head back and laughed while slapping her long fingered right hand on top of her desk with enough force Colin thought it might topple her coffee onto the floor.
“Frank told you to get here by 8:00! Oh, that’s rich! I haven’t seen him drag his extra wide butt in here before 11:00 in months. What a douche!”
Both Jo and Colin turned their heads at the sound of the door opening as a younger man of thirty or so years walked in. He nodded to Jo and then looked at Colin for several seconds before making his way to his own desk.
“That’s Tracy. He’s shy.”
Jo laughed as Tracy shot her an annoyed glance.
“Hi Tracy, I’m Colin.”
Tracy rose from his seat and extended his hand toward the new arrival. His grip was somewhat weak, wet, and uncertain.
“Hi, Colin, nice to meet you.”
Unlike Jolene Scott, Tracy Wright was dressed in an immaculate white dress shirt, high end blue tie, dark dress slacks, and patent leather shoes buffed to a mirror like shine. He was of medium height and build, with dark, medium length hair that was neatly combed to the side with some kind of pomade product.
“Bennington had the new guy show up at 8:00 Tracy!”
Tracy’s mouth slid into a slight smile as he glanced over at Colin.
“Really? Frank hasn’t been inside this office that early since I’ve been here, and that’s almost three years.”
Colin decided to try and find out what exactly each of Tracy and Jo’s jobs were as members of Congressman Latner’s staff.
“So, who does what in here? I know I’m replacing a guy named Mark, who Mr. Bennington described as the main meet and greet guy in the office. So I’m guessing I’l
l be doing some of that, which leaves me asking what do you two do?”
Jo stood up from her desk with her arms outstretched.
“Let me give you the rundown of what I do here. I’m the one who writes up the congressman’s initial schedule and briefing report. This gets double checked by Christina, who makes sure there are no conflicts. The congressman hates having to change a schedule halfway through his day, and the less he has on there, the happier he is, and that’s pretty much all our number one job here – keeping the congressman happy. Christina is the one who emails him his approved schedule and briefing report. So I come in here, crank up that out of date computer on my desk, and review the congressman’s constituent email, his committee schedule and then any lunch or dinner appointments that Christina puts on a calendar for me to reference. That takes me a couple hours at most, and then I go for lunch, maybe a jog, check back in later in the afternoon, and then get home to my girlfriend.
“Oh – I’m a LEZZZZZBOWWWWW. I forgot to mention that.”
Tracy rolled his eyes at Jo’s exaggerated declaration of her sexuality.
“Ok Tracy – your turn. Tell newbie here what it is you and your trust-fund does for the great and powerful Congressman Joseph Latner.”
“Screw you, Jo. This isn’t about any trust fund and you know it.”
Jo placed her hand on one side of her mouth as she leaned toward me whispering loud enough for Tracy to hear her.
“Tracy’s family is from Ohio, big money family. Friends with Congressman Latner’s wife, who also comes from money, so unlike you or me, he didn’t really have to do anything to get this job.”
Tracy glared back at Jo, looking as if he might hit her. The moment passed quickly as he sat back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest while explaining what his job was.
“I do most the issue research and come up with the congressman’s responses. Keep them brief, and repeatable. Also coordinate those responses with the DNC and the White House. If there’s some kind of political battle going on, they want everyone saying the same thing to the media over and over again. I try to run most of it past Frank for approval, but lately…”
Tracy’s voice trailed off as he looked back at Jo, uncertain if he should continue.
“Lately what? Is there a problem?”
Tracy left Colin’s question unanswered, requiring Jo to respond.
“Well, lately uh, Frank’s been sort of, not always up to speed on everything. He’s got… well, his reputation has always been that of a guy who kind of burns the candle at both ends. I don’t judge, and he still seems to get the job done when we’re in campaign mode, so what Tracy means is that lately, we’ve been taking on more and more of Frank’s work load. Unfortunately, that doesn’t include us taking on part of his salary which I for one would be particularly grateful for, because we don’t get paid shit.”
The room’s door opened again, revealing the smiling face of Christina Taylor.
“Colin, I received a message from Mr. Bennington that he is running a bit late, but he should be here by 11:00 and is looking forward to a face to face introduction with you at that time.”
The door closed, leaving Colin alone again with Tracy and Jo.
“I’ll tell you this, without Christina this office would fall apart in a day. And for an older woman, good God is she sexy hot.”
Tracy again rolled his eyes at Jo.
“Nobody wants to hear your sexual harassment fantasies Jo.”
Jolene in turn stuck her tongue at Tracy.
“Don’t be such a prude, golden boy. Now get to work.”
Both Tracy and Jo then focused on their computer monitors as Colin sat staring at the door, waiting for the apparently unreliable arrival of Frank Bennington.
6.
The congressmen knew his words were a mistake the moment he uttered them.
Why in the hell would I say something like that? Who tells a whore they love them?
Kat’s body stiffened underneath him as she struggled to sit up. He rolled off of her, propping himself up on an elbow as his eyes took in her exquisite, white skinned form.
“I have to be going, Congressman. Back home. We can see each later tonight if you want.”
The congressman knew she had heard him, just as he knew she was increasingly desperate to remove herself from his presence. He wasn’t sure why, but the thought of her wanting to leave infuriated him.
“Hey, I do care about you, Kat. You know that, right? I mean, you are what you are, but that don’t mean I can’t have feelings for you. You’re a beautiful young woman and I love being around you, that’s all.”
Kat shifted her lean body over to the congressman’s, placing her head against his chest.
“Yes, I know. It’s a good thing, right?”
Feeling her warmth next to him began to re-awaken the congressman’s desire for yet more sex. Kat felt this re-awakening pushing against her lower back, causing her to tilt her head back and smile up at him.
“So soon again? I have to go. I’m expected.”
Congressman Latner placed his right hand around Kat’s throat and gently squeezed it as he moved his lower body into position behind her, his desire growing more urgent, more demanding, more determined.
“Who do you have to see that’s more important than me, Kat?”
As he posed the question, the congressman partly pushed his way into Kat, hoping she would warm to his intended repeat performance. Instead, Kat’s body tensed again as her right elbow jabbed into the congressman’s chest.
Little whore bitch!
Joseph Latner’s grip on Kat’s neck tightened considerably as he felt his embarrassment and anger quickly overcoming his lust for more love making. Kat began to choke violently as her airway was closed.
“Congressman, stop it! You’re hurting me!”
The congressman’s mouth pressed up against Kat’s left ear as he hissed a warning to her.
“Then sit still and let me have you.”
The Russian clenched her legs together as she attempted to roll away, both her arms flailing against the congressman’s hand on her throat. The effort was enough to free herself as she scrambled up from the floor and grabbing her recently discarded clothes.
“You want me to tell Ivanka about this Joseph? I don’t do this unless I want! You know that! Damn you!”
Congressman Latner pushed himself into a standing position and stood naked in front of Kat while she struggled to put her leather pants back on.
“Don’t ever threaten me, Kat. Do you understand?”
Kat ignored the congressman’s words as she began zipping up her pants, her hands trembling slightly as she did so.
“LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!”
Kat had never heard the congressman scream before, nor had she witnessed any man’s eyes filled with such rage.
“Stop being so dramatic, Kat, and don’t ever threaten me like that again. You think someone like me gives a shit about your whore boss Ivanka? One phone call, Kat and there’s D.C. police crawling over every inch of that woman’s business – and yours. You understand me? You understand what I can do to you?”
Kat lifted her head defiantly, trying hard to hide her fear.
“You say that, but you don’t know. Ivanka can talk, and so can I. I’m protected from assholes like you. Men who threaten ME! Like you!”
“Stop being such a stupid little girl. You know that if Ivanka said one word about me, her business is finished. We pay what we pay because people like Ivanka know how to keep their mouths shut about it. She’d probably have your tongue cut out for threatening me like that. Maybe I should tell her. Is that what you want?”
The congressman was right of course. Ivanka prided herself above all things her ability to maintain absolute discretion for her clients. Her business catered to very powerful figures in and around Washington D.C. and any of her girls, or boys, who did not keep to that discretion, would be punished severely.
“
I am sorry. Please…I should not have said that.”
Congressman Latner opened his arms, his eyes beckoning Kat to come to him. When she did, he squeezed her gently and then kissed her forehead.
“I shouldn’t have scared you like that. I won’t do that again – I promise.”
Kat was young, though hardly inexperienced, and she knew well that if there was one thing in this life unworthy of one’s trust, it was the promise of a politician.
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