by Alexis Angel
"That’s the entire refining and semiconductor operations that you’ll set up there, right? No fucking tax breaks—just a property tax abatement?" I ask, making sure about our deal.
She nods at me happily, her eyes glazed over as she takes my body in. My muscles are twitching and my cock is still at half-mast, which really only means it's shrunk to 11 inches.
"We can announce in an hour … if I get cleaned up in time."
You remember when I asked you if you were wondering what I was doing at this World Mayor Conference? What I hoped to get by coming here?
That’s what I came for. To seduce and get 10,000 good paying manufacturing jobs to come to my city. Each job is a union job, which means fucking benefits and at least $50,000 salary with paid vacation and sick time.
In hindsight, this was a walk in the fucking park. I could have probably bargained with her for a few weeks and gotten this. But I fucked her instead and got what I wanted. It was a fun distraction to whatever those boring old geezers are talking about right now.
I mean, I’m just letting you know how I fucking roll, baby. It’s going to get a lot hotter from here on in, so either take those panties off now, or maybe get a free pair ready. Maybe also get BOB all set and make sure he’s got the batteries to last, because I’m thinking you’re gonna need it soon. I don’t lie about shit like this, not when it involves my glistening body. Not when it deals with the tattoos on my massive, muscular body—tattoos that were crafted by the most gifted artists the world over. Because this body is going to make you cum. Either it’s going to get you hot, or you're going to jump your significant other after you’re done reading about me, or if even that doesn’t happen then I fucking swear to God I’m going to come out of the screen and stand in front of you. Naked. Ready to bone.
After all, who wouldn't want to fuck me?
"10,000 jobs," I say to myself. Not a bad day’s work, I think you’ll agree.
"If…" Naomi says with a smile, getting up on her feet, and gesturing to her naked body. "And only if you can find me a towel."
Good thing I brought one. Always come fucking prepared.
I meant what I said above. Don’t say I didn’t fucking warn you, darlin’.
New York Daily Journal
New Kingston Mayor: Jobs to ‘CUM BACK!’ to town
From the desk of Editor-at-Large, Michael Anders.
As Mayor of New York City, I have an unique insight. As the owner of my paper, here are my thoughts…
In a move that is now emblematic of the new Mayor, Liam Jeffries held a press conference today where he criticized the owners of the Pik-A-Part Factory that will be closing its doors in less than a month.
The factory will be moving its operations to Shanghai, China, and removing approximately 2,500 jobs from the local economy.
"It’s motherfuckers like this that are destroying this country," the Mayor said in a live televised address that was delayed by five seconds to clear up some of the Mayor’s saltier words. "They think they’re really screwing this town because we wouldn't lower their local taxes so they’re taking their fucking jobs. But I have a surprise for those assholes."
It is standard practice now for local television studios to film the Mayor and apply a language filter that will drown out certain words that many have complained about. However, this newspaper believes in printing the exact words as they were spoken, and undertakes no such censorship.
In a further move that truly surprised all local pundits, the Mayor then went on to announce a partnership with Boltiador Global Industries that would bring a total of 10,000 jobs to the local New Kingston economy as well as jump start many areas of growth that had remained stagnant in the last decade.
Mayor Liam Jeffries is the youngest mayor to hold an office in the history of the nation. He campaigned on a policy of helping and taking care of the blue collar workers that he says "built this country."
A product of Harvard University, he nevertheless casts a contemptuous eye to his Ivy League brethren, calling them, "castrated pansies who don't have a pair of balls between them." Instead, the mayor has championed the causes of the working class, campaigning and governing on a platform of being a regular, everyday man.
The Mayor’s antics are not without critics who complain that he cheapens and sullies the sanctity of his office and who call on him to strike a more mayoral and dignified approach to conducting affairs.
"Having 10,000 jobs come to the town is great, but if it means it's because the whole world is laughing at us because they know about how he treated that poor woman in Paris, then maybe that wasn’t the best way to go about bringing them over," said AJ Reynolds, who had unsuccessfully ran against Mayor Jeffries in the last election.
Mr. Reynolds refers to allegations of sexual impropriety at the World Mayor’s Conference in Paris, France. The impropriety allegedly occurred in the dealings between Mayor Jeffries and Naomi Boltiador, heir to the Boltiador family fortune. Both parties have denied any sort of wrongdoing, while the Mayor took time to address questions regarding the allegations during his press conference.
When asked whether the allegations were true, he shrugged. "It sounds like the only people who have a problem with it are the ones who are jealous that I got to bang some hot as fuck pussy, while they sat there sucking on their Vienna sausages," he replied.
However, despite the unorthodox manner in which Mayor Jeffries has conducted himself, his approval ratings have climbed steadily throughout his first term in office and the addition of 10,000 jobs makes many observers believe that they will only climb despite the attempts of his many enemies. Indeed, from the way his plan was presented, it invariably begs the question as to how the town will react to this bad boy mayor as more jobs from the Boltiador deal begin pouring in.
But before there is any real celebration, observers warn that the jobs may never come in the first place. That’s because of recently passed environmental laws that are seen by many to be the signature legislation of Governor Carter Andrews, the Democratic governor.
The New York State Clean Air and Water Act would raise standards on emissions as well as increasingly regulate and place pollution controls. These would be sufficient to not allow the Boltiador factories from being built in the first place. When asked to comment on this possibility, Liam Jeffries was nonchalant as he commented, "If the Governor wants to sit there and tell me that 10,000 jobs can’t come to my town because of some law to protect some owls or shit, I’ll bring them anyways and just tell him to go fuck himself."
It remains to be seen what the Governor’s response will be.
Carter
The city of New Kingston is roughly 56 miles away from New York City and it still manages to piss me off somehow. And all because of that bastard, Liam Jeffries. I didn’t really intend to come here today, but since I’m on my way from Albany to New York City, I figured I could take a few minutes of my time to tell the Mayor to start toeing the line.
After all, it’s not every day that a small town Mayor of a sleepy suburb tells the Governor of the state to ‘fuck off’.
I don’t usually swear. I think it shows that you have nothing to talk about. That you’re a weak man. But Liam is in a whole different category by himself. Someone should really just punch him in the face and set him straight. What a sorry excuse for a Republican.
Yeah, he’s got a reputation, and not a good one at that. Cocky and full of himself, most politicians in New York find him almost impossible to deal with. But that’s exactly what I do for a living: as Governor of New York, I spend most of my days dealing with assholes like him. Yeah, you got that right on the first try: I’m the Governor of the state of New York, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to allow a guy like Liam to ignore the law. Or tell me to fuck off. In a way, he’s like a whiny brat who's found his way to the Mayor’s seat. But if that bastard thinks he can do as he pleases, he’s in for a surprise. If need be, I’ll beat some sense into his thick skull.
"We’re her
e, sir," my driver tells me, stopping the car in front of New Kingston’s City Hall. The building towers over us, its wide columns giving it the semblance of an old roman palace. The dome at the top gives it a royal flair, and somehow, it seems fitting—Liam Jeffries thinks of himself as a king. Unfortunately for him, the real world has come knocking on his door, and I’m its messenger.
The black SUV from my security detail parks behind us, and my men get out of the car in a hurry, eager to secure the perimeter. I don’t bother with waiting; I step out of my car immediately, eager to get this over with. Jack, the head of security looks at me with a resigned expression; he already knows how little I care about protocol. In the end, though, he respects the fact that I only care about getting shit done.
Stretching my legs, I take a deep breath as I gaze at the building in front of me. I didn’t remember it being this imposing, but then again, I haven’t been back to New Kingston in a few years.
I straighten my cuffs and button my jacket as I walk up the stairs toward the main entrance; there are a few people leaving the building, and they all turn their heads to look at me. Some people are just wondering about the security apparatus, but most of them are just surprised that governor Carter Andrews is dropping by unannounced. If I scheduled my visit through the regular channels, I’m sure there’d already be a cadre of journalists waiting for me, and as far as I’m concerned, the less the spotlight is on me the better. I’m not in this for the fame, and I don’t care about the attention; I care about getting the job done. That’s what I was elected for.
Even though I despise the spotlight, it’s impossible for me to get rid of all the superfluous attention. I became, after all, New York’s youngest Governor in history at the age of 29. If you add the fact that I’m worth $730 million dollars, all from tech companies I built after serving in Iraq, and keep in shape by working out every single day… Well, you know where I’m going with this.
Yeah, okay. I've got the 8-pack abs. I've got the pecs. I’ve never done it before, but other women have measured my cock. I mean really measured it, not just putting it in their mouths to call it measuring. They tell me I’m 12 inches, base to tip.
It seems the ladies love that.
Being single doesn’t help matters too; judging by all the attention women’s magazines give me, my marital status seems like a big deal. To be honest, I don’t really mind the attention women devote to me ... as long as that doesn’t get in the way of my job. I’m more than willing to sleep with hot women, but if they think I’ll put them up on a pedestal, they’re mistaken.
If they think I’ll sacrifice my time from this job to satisfy their desire for a boyfriend, they’re a bit mistaken.
They don’t know who I am if they think that.
And who exactly am I?
I’m the man who won the Governor’s race two years ago. I passed signature legislation that will have a direct and material change on the people of this State, which will let them live longer.
Despite all of this, I don’t play who I am up to the media. I can’t exactly say the same about the King of New Kingston, though. Prancing around like royalty and cutting deals like an Emperor, this bastard must think himself above the law. Too bad that, as far as he’s concerned, I’m the law.
"Governor Andrews," calls out a petite blonde woman, a pile of folders clutched close to her chest. I stop, looking at her as she takes a deep breath and tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Judging by her white button up shirt and professional tight skirt, she seems to be part of the Mayor’s entourage. "I’m here to take you to the Mayor’s office," she says, her cheeks flushing the moment we lock eyes. "The… the Mayor already knows you’re here, and he’s waiting for you!"
"Good," I tell her, politely smiling, "I’m on a tight schedule, so just lead the way."
Her cheeks flush even more and she looks down at her feet, trying to avert my gaze. Eventually, she turns on her heels and I follow after her. We walk to the second floor and she takes me down a hallway, stopping in front of two wooden double doors, a grand entrance to the Mayor’s office.
"Go ahead, Governor," she tells me, stepping aside with a coy smile. I look at her with a wide smile, reading the eagerness all over her face. I’d just have to say the word and she’d be on her knees in a heartbeat. But I didn’t come here to allow myself to get distracted; I have a job to do.
"Thank you," I tell her, and reach for the handle of the door and turn it. I step inside the office, my pupils widening in response to the dim light inside: the curtains are drawn, and aside from a lamp in the corner, the lights are out. Standing behind a massive oak desk is Liam Jeffries, the infamous New Kingston mayor. He has his feet propped up on the desk, his hands behind his head, and a lazy grin on his face. I didn’t exactly expect a warm reception, but this is almost too much. I have the sense that he’s doing it on purpose, just to spite me.
"Here he is—the wonder Governor in the flesh, Carter Andrews!" he says merrily, taking his feet from the desk and standing up. He draws the curtains, sunlight streaming into the room and filling it with a warm gentle light. Squinting his eyes, Liam extends me his hand. "Sorry, late night yesterday," he tells me, not bothering to hide the fact that his late night had nothing do with work. He has "hangover" written all over his face. Not that it surprises me; from the stories I’ve heard, Liam lives for two things only: pussy and liquor.
"I figured as much," I say, shaking his hand firmly. I can do without all the formality most politicians love so much, but Liam’s casual ways just manage to piss me off. After all, I didn’t come here to be his buddy. I came with a warning.
"So, what brings such a busy man to my humble office?" he asks, sitting back down on his chair and pointing to the other one in front of the desk, offering me a seat. I sit, unbuttoning my jacket, and prepare my words.
"You know why I’m here," I tell him straight away, not wanting to beat around the bush. "The deal you’ve made … you have a few ways to call it off.
"Oh, you came all this way just to tell me that? You could've just called," he props his feet on top of the table again, looking at me with that annoying grin on his face. "The answer is no." I open my mouth to speak, but he raises his hand and cuts me short. "No means no. And it’s a fucking no, Governor."
Here we go. He’s just a Mayor, and he thinks of himself a king. He has no idea how close he is to having the living daylights knocked out of him.
"Like I told the news when they asked, I got three words for you Carter," Liam says, leaning back. "Go fuck yourself."
"Liam," I start, saying his first name pointedly, "Your deal flies in the face of the environmental legislation I’ve just passed." I don’t give two shits if I’m disrespecting him by not addressing him as Mayor—as far as I’m concerned, this guy is just another idiot who doesn’t even deserve an ounce of respect.
"Yeah, yeah. I don’t give two fucks about it. You might like to pass all kinds of laws while you’re sitting on your fancy Governor’s chair, but I’m living in the real world. I don’t have the time for your political agenda bullshit of the week; I became Mayor in this city because I care about the people here, not because I want to be another fucking cog in the state’s machine." I hear his words, but I can barely believe them. I fought tooth and nail to create a law that would protect our state for years to come, and this guy is pissing all over it with a grin … and that while trying to feed me some fake altruistic bullshit. Who the hell does he think he is?
"That’s not how it works. You can’t just do what you want; you’re a Mayor. Kindergarten is over, Liam. Listen to me and act like a real man for once." This is like talking to a kid who has decided to play a game intended for grown-ups. How in the hell did this guy end up a mayor?
"That’s fucking rich of you, to come here and tell me I can’t secure thousands of jobs for New Kingston. Why don’t you go visit all the people who need these jobs and tell them that they should sign up for food stamps because you’ve signed some bullshi
t piece of paper. I bet that would go really well, Governor."
I knew this guy would be tough to deal with, but I didn’t expect this. He’s not tough; he’s an asshole, one who doesn’t care about anything. He doesn’t even want to negotiate or talk about what can be done. This damn bastard just wants to prove he’s better than everyone else. If it weren’t for the political consequences of it, I could just bury my fist into his face and ruin that pretty face of his. You pick up a few things while serving in Iraq, and ruining pretty boys’ faces is one of them.
"I don’t know who you think are, Liam, but this isn’t the Wild West. You can’t simply flood the city with factories and postpone the consequences. And there are consequences."
"Oh, I know all about consequences, Carter," he tells me, using my first name as a provocation. Unconsciously, I feel my hands balling into fists. I’ve always hated spoiled little kids like him. He takes his feet off of the table and leans toward me, his grin fading away as his expression turns into a hard one. "For instance, the consequences to your words are that you’re no longer welcome here."
I’m not welcome? In my own state? This guy has no idea who he’s talking to. Whether he likes it or not, he will have to bend. In the end, everyone does. I get up from my seat and look him in the eye, the tension in the room increasing.
"Enjoy your little fantasy while it lasts, Liam. Because, in the end, you have no power. No choice." Leaving my words hanging in the air, I turn on my heels and leave his office.
Five minutes. That was how long it took for us to declare war to each other. I smile inwardly; if he wants war, he’s going to get one.
And I’m going to crush him… With a smile on my lips.
Vivian