Red & Blue: A MFM Romance

by Alexis Angel

  People are beginning to put the pieces together. I continue. “Being a woman who enjoyed sex didn’t help. Michael’s stepson, Lance, recently got married to and had a baby with his ex-wife, Jocelyn. The whole country knows. You don’t escape from something like that without raising serious questions. Michael probably views it as Jocelyn’s fault and blames all confident women.”

  “I see,” the Chairman says, nodding. “And what about Liam Jeffries and the impeachment in New Kingston?” he asks.

  I pull out some more papers. “These documents show that China First Bank received substantial payments from the local Shanghai Communist Party to bring the Boltiador Family factories over to them. They’ve been trying to sabotage this deal to build the factories in America. A discredited mayor who reached out to big business would send shockwaves through the business community. Large corporations would think twice about re-investing in American small towns again for a long, long time.”

  There. All the pieces are connected now. It all makes sense.

  I have to hand it to Michael Anders. The guy is a diabolical genius.

  But he had one fatal flaw. He allowed Lance to continue working in his company as he ran the city. Not realizing that Lance Anders was a decent human being. Sure, he had his bad boy days, but Jocelyn seems to have tamed him. That’s another story, by the way, that has its own HEA. But it’s actually quite Scandalous, and I should probably let you get to it on your own.

  I’m telling you all this right now because there is no way I can talk. Tina Ling is on her feet and I see her try to slink away, heading to the door.

  But it’s a good thing that the State Police are here, because they block her. Michael Anders is sitting there, frozen, unmoving.

  “Order!” the Majority Leader shouts. “Order!”

  After a few more bangs of the gavel, he finally gets a measure of quiet.

  “Senator Hawthorne,” the Chairman says, looking at me with apology in his eyes before turning to Liam and Carter. “Mayor Jeffries, Governor Andrews. It’s obvious there is more than meets the eye in this situation. I think it’s time for us to regroup and understand exactly what is going on in light of this new…evidence.”

  People are starting to clap and smile. Both Carter and Liam approach me, they’re beaming with grins from ear to ear.

  “As such, I’m exercising my authority as Chairman of the Ethics Committee to clear you of any reason to be investigated,” he says forcefully but I’m more focused on the men around me. “I hereby end this hearing and declare no ethics have been compromised at this time!”

  He bangs the gavel, but I’ve stopped paying attention. My arms travel to Liam, who is closest to me and he brings me closer. His face finds mine, and our mouths touch. I close my eyes as we kiss, tasting his tongue massage mine.

  People are clapping and cheering as I back away and Carter takes me in his arms. We share another kiss and if it wasn’t for the fact that Liam turns to me and says, “We have a surprise for you back at my place,” then I’d have started grabbing their crotches right there. I’m so turned on.

  I don’t know how I’m going to control myself to wait till we get back home.

  34

  New York Daily Journal

  From the Editorial Board of the New York Daily Journal

  Dear Readers,

  To date, there has never been a time in the storied history of this newspaper that the organization has had to issue a blanket apology to so many people. The Daily Journal has been known until recently for its quality of journalism that created a gold standard to aspire to.

  After the events of yesterday during the Ethics Committee investigation, it became obvious that those days have slipped away from this paper.

  The New York Daily Journal was purchased by Anders Media in 1995 in a cash sale. There was a clause that was written in that the Editorial Board, at any time of its choosing, could vote to separate the paper from the wider Anders Media empire if the Managing Editors were able to raise the necessary capital.

  As the treacherous actions of Michael Anders were exposed yesterday by Senator Vivian Hawthorne, the Managing Editors of the newspaper met for an emergency closed door meeting. All Managing Editors were present with the exception of Michael Anders—for necessary reasons. A vote was taken to separate the paper and each Managing Editor agreed that it was the best course of action.

  While not proud of the tactics used by this organization in the last two months, we pledge to the people of New York City and to the nation and world that we will do better.

  Already, steps have been taken toward this goal.

  A formal notice of separation and payment for independence has been filed with Anders Media. We anticipate that within one month we will be able to spin-off this newspaper into an independent corporation that will never again be able to be biased in its reporting and coverage the way it was during this latest affair.

  The issue of protecting the environment while providing economically sustainable jobs cannot be solved by hunting for the latest scandal. It cannot be done by shaming those working in their own way to find a solution. Yet that is what we engaged in, and we apologize profusely.

  We wish to announce that Michael Anders is, after a vote by all Managing Editors, no longer affiliated with this news outlet, and is himself now a target of multiple Justice Department investigations that were announced yesterday. He may still be the Mayor of New York, but we believe that his hold over this important source of news is gone. We will nonetheless cover the investigation into his dealings objectively. The District Attorney has announced plans to indict Michael Anders on corruption charges—an indictment that will most likely necessitate that he resign from his position as Mayor.

  Tina Ling has been apprehended by the FBI for her role in allegedly attempting to bribe elected officials within the United States of America. Early this morning, China First Bank announced its plan to liquidate itself into it’s parent company and cease to do business in the United States. The People’s Republic of China also weighed in, announcing that Ms. Ling’s membership in the Communist Party had been revoked. How much of this was due to covering themselves from an embarrassing revelation and how much of it is due to individual malfeasance on Ms. Ling’s part will most likely never be known. As of now, Ms. Ling is being held at Rikers Correctional Facility in New York State.

  This paper would like to issue a heartfelt apology to Governor Carter Andrews, Mayor Liam Jeffries, and Senator Vivian Hawthorne. The way that they were covered, the levels to which their privacy was invaded, and the assumptions that were made were inexcusable. We can only hope that they forgive us.

  At the same time we apologize to them, we would also like to applaud the efforts that they have undertaken to both protect the environment as well as keep the jobs necessary for a healthy economy.

  After yesterday’s spectacle, it was a surprise to see the three leaders hold a press conference where they outlined plans that they had finalized with Boltiador Global Industries over the course of the last sixty days. These conditions were agreed to after the Ethics Committee investigations and involve a variety of tax credits to Boltiador Enterprises to bring in low polluting factory jobs to New Kingston.

  Those tax credits will be offset with a variety of payments that the Boltiador family will pay to clean up any environmental damage as result of the factories.

  The terms were so easily discussed and agreed to that the Boltiador family committed to building yet another two factories specializing in green energy and environmentally friendly upgrading tools to make older factories more energy efficient and less polluting. This additional investment means an extra 4,000 jobs to the local economy.

  Already, the celebration for the impending prosperity has hit the residents of New Kingston, who have voted overwhelmingly to drop all impeachment proceedings against their bad boy Governor.

  What the Mayor of New Kingston does in his spare time with the Senator and the Governor is of no business of
ours. Our investigation concludes at the mention that five new factories are to be built, revitalizing the economy of New Kingston.

  We wish all of the wronged parties in this entire episode nothing but our heartfelt apologies. We also wish them luck in the brave new world they have ushered in for us.

  Thank you,

  The New York Daily Journal Editorial Board

  35

  Vivian

  I pour the white wine into my glass and take off my heels, feeling the soft carpet under my feet. Walking over to the large windows of our new apartment, I take a sip out of the Chardonnay wine and look at the sprawling city underneath. The sun is setting on the horizon, its orange glow flooding the New York skyline and painting it in mellow tones. Soon enough the night will fall, and true to its soul as the city that never sleeps, the Big Apple will light up like a Christmas tree

  New York might just be a city to some, but it’s everything to me. It’s my home, now more than ever. It’s a concrete jungle, yes, one where you have to prove what you’re worth before you get what you want; but it’s my city nonetheless, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. After all, it was New York City that gave me the most important thing in my life: love.

  I smile, remembering how it all felt so hopeless before. Liam and Carter were involved in a bitter fight, and I was right in the middle of it, trying to solve the unsolvable and making it even worse every step of the way. But now here I am, standing in a brand new penthouse, bought by us for us.

  To be honest, I don’t really care about it. I would be just as happy with a tiny house or a one-bedroom apartment, as long as these two were by my side. Sure, I love the view from up here, and I don’t mind the luxuries, but it’s their love that makes it perfect.

  Taking another sip from my wine, I let its vanilla and oak taste settle on my tongue, and I close my eyes for a second. Carter and Liam will be home soon, I think to myself, allowing the sweetness of my thoughts to echo inside my mind.

  “Home,” I whisper to myself, smiling. It’s still hard to believe, but we’ve built a home for ourselves. Even though we didn’t know how the world would react to what we had between us, we raised our chins and went right ahead. Against all odds, I’m now the happiest woman on Earth.

  I open my eyes as I hear a key turning in the lock, and I turn on my heels to face the door. They step inside the apartment together, and I just look at them in silence, that silly smile in my lips. Dreams do come true.

  “We’re home, baby,” Carter says, walking up to me and kissing me on the lips, his hands on my waist.

  “Are we having a party? I fucking love parties.” Liam laughs, a grin on his face as he picks up the bottle I left on the coffee table.

  “Oh, she’s having a party, all right. And she started without us,” Carter chuckles, pulling back from my kiss and looking me in the eyes.

  “I was just having a glass,” I tell them, moving toward the center of the living room and setting my glass on the table, next to the bottle. “Although now that you’re here, I don’t need the wine to unwind anymore.”

  “You don’t. We can make you unwind pretty easily.” Liam looks at Carter, unspoken agreement flashing in their eyes. They are hiding something from me, and I want to know what it is.

  “What?” I ask them, looking from one to the other. “Tell me.”

  “Fucking hell, Vivian. When are you going to learn the virtues of patience?” Liam laughs, mocking me as he runs one hand through my hair, a gentle smile on his lips. “We have a… surprise.”

  “I love surprises.” Especially when they come from Liam and Carter; I know the kind of surprises these two can plan, and they never fail to disappoint. “Does it have anything to do with the off limits bedroom?” For the past few days they have kept one of the spare bedrooms locked, and I wasn’t allowed a key to it. I asked them countless times why they didn’t allow me there, but they never gave me a straight answer. It seems that I’m about to find out what they’re hiding there.

  “Oh, it has everything to do with that room. And you’re going to love it,” Carter whispers against my ear, standing behind me as he presses his body against mine. “Close your eyes,” he tells me, and I do it without bothering to know why. A few seconds after I’ve sunk into darkness, I feel him sliding a soft thread of fabric around my head and over my shut eyes. It smells of Carter, and I don’t need to touch it to know that it’s his tie. He ties it on the back of my head, and then places both his hands on my hips.

  I gasp as he picks me up, one arm under my knees and the other one around my waist. I place my arm around his neck and let him carry me, my heart beating in rhythm with the soft click of both their shoes. When Carter puts me down, I feel the softness of a mattress under my backside and I lay back, anxious to surrender myself to whatever it is they intend to do. Blinded by Carter’s tie, somehow I can still feel their eyes on me. After all, where else would they look when I’m right here with them, my tight black dress hugging the curves of my eager body?

  “Do you trust us?” Liam asks me, and I simply nod, not saying a word. I’d trust them with my life, and they know it. “Good,” he says, and then I feel him wrapping something around my wrist. Carter must be on the other side of the bed, because I feel another thread of fabric around my other wrist. They push my arms over my head, and then the fabric they put on me becomes tight around my wrists; I try and move my arms only to find resistance. My insides clench as I realize they have tied me up to the bed… And I can’t see a thing. I’m blind and defenseless, vulnerable to whatever it is they want to do with me… And I love it. Oh, God, do I love it.

  “You know, you look really good like this… Tied up and with no way to escape from us,” I hear Liam say, and I can’t help but smile at his words.

  “What makes you think that I want to escape?” I ask, allowing a expression of defiance to take over my face. Then, I feel the mattress shifting under someone’s weight, and I purse my lips. It’s frustrating that I can’t see what’s happening around me, and that just makes me want them even more.

  “That’s all that I needed to hear,” Carter whispers, and then his hands are on me, running up my side. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel his fingertips brushing over my neck, and then down to the skin between my breasts. Running his hand across the collar of my dress, he then moves it all the way to the straps on my dress. He hooks his fingers there, and tugs on the strap; my arms are raised and tied up, so I wonder for a moment about how he’s going to take my dress off, but then the answer comes with a strong ripping sound. Carter’s hands are still pulling at my straps, but Liam’s are on my collar, tearing the fabric apart. Together, they push my ruined dress down my body, and I squirm in place as I feel it sliding down my body. My naked skin against the soft sheets, I push against the ties that bind me, my whole body tensing up as I suddenly feel exposed; here I am, wearing nothing but a lace bra and thong, and I can’t even see the look on their faces.

  I tremble in place as I feel a pair of lips against my neck, and then another one between my breasts. Sighing heavily, I surrender to the darkness, their mouths savoring my naked skin on a downward trajectory. I feel them moving down my stomach at the same time, their lips gently kissing every inch of my body until they meet the hem of my thong. I sway my hips from side to side, and then someone presses a forearm over my waist, pinning me down to the mattress; frozen in place, there’s nothing I can do but submit.

  “We can do anything…”

  “Anything we want…”

  I bite my lower lip, a growing wetness between my inner thighs. Yes, they can do anything… And I can’t. My heart beats in heavy frustration, but that frustration comes laced with a perverted sense of surrender. All my life, I always needed to be in control; now, I’m letting go of it. And, as frustrating as it might be, it feels so fucking right.

  “You can do anything…” I repeat their words, letting them roll over my tongue as a sinful mantra. “I’m waiting,” I continue, urging them to act
on their promises. My words have an effect, but it’s not the one I intended; they simply let go of me, the mattress shifting as they get out of the bed. I can do absolutely nothing about it, so I simply try and listen to whatever it is they’re doing, the loud drumming of my heart making that a difficult task.

  I hear a metallic clink; the buckle of a belt? And then there’s the rustle of clothes. Are they undressing? It seems like it, but there’s no way for me to be sure. It’s maddening to know that they’re probably naked by now, their chiseled muscles and hard cocks so close to me.... and yet so far. I can’t touch them, I can’t see them, and yet, I know they’re here, burning with desire. Frustration doesn’t even start to describe it. This is torture.

  “You’re torturing me,” I moan, pushing back against the knots in my wrists.

  “We are,” Liam says, his voice telling me that he’s standing up at the side of the bed. “And don’t you just love it?”

  You can’t imagine how much, I think to myself, still trying to fight back against my bindings. I open my mouth to tell him that, but the words die on my throat as I feel the mattress shifting again as they climb on top of the bed. I imagine them naked, their hard cocks pointing up as they gaze at my half-naked body, and that is almost enough to make me go mad. A low growl of desire rises from my throat, and I feel a burning need building up inside my muscles. God, I need them to do something—anything!

  Almost as if they could read my mind, I feel a pair of fingers on my outer thighs curling around my thong. There’s a pull, and then my underwear is sliding down my legs. My clit throbs and burns as I can almost sense their eyes devouring my wet pussy, their own eagerness making the atmosphere in the room become heavy and electric.