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Matthew sent Raymond to come get me for the party and it took everything I had in me not to smile when I saw the look on his face. I was starting to feel more comfortable in my outfits that showed off my figure. I certainly had started to appreciate the attention I got from the men.
“That is a really nice dress,” Raymond said as he opened the door to the black SUV and helped me in.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Mr. Storm is already at the party. It looked like there were quite a few people there already.”
“Great. I’m excited to see everyone.”
“Sorry, I left you the other day.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know…he pays you. I got over it,” I teased Raymond.
“It seems like everything turned out alright,” Raymond said as he looked at me through the rear view mirror and smiled at me.
I really couldn’t complain at all. The previous night with Matthew had been pretty damn perfect. And there was no way I was going to leave early, Raymond was right to have followed his boss’ direction.
“Yep, I got things taken care of.”
We continued the rest of the ride in silence. Although I caught Raymond looking in the mirror at me several times. I didn’t mind though, he was super sweet and I needed someone like him on my side. He could probably give me a lot of dirt on Matthew, if I ever needed something like that.
The party was at Senator Masson’s house and it had spilled out to the yard since it was such a nice evening. I saw some news reporters out front and stopped just long enough to hear one of them discuss the controversy around the homeless fundraiser in Senator Masson’s mansion.
It did seem an odd way to raise money for the homeless. Why not just ask friends for money instead of hosting an elaborate charity fundraiser that probably cost over ten thousand dollars? But then again, I wasn’t a rich philanthropist, I was just an everyday normal girl.
I saw Matthew out of the corner of my eye, but I purposely ignored him so I could walk past him and let him see me. I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to long for me. I wanted him to get jealous of the conversations I was going to have with everyone else at the party.
“Marge!” I said as I shook her hand and then kissed her on the cheek.
It was great to see Marge, Senator Masson’s secretary, she was a sweet woman and I actually enjoyed talking with her. Marge had a sense of honesty about her and I welcomed that. It wasn’t going to get her ahead in Washington, but I didn’t think that was what she wanted. Marge was the type of woman that was perfectly happy exactly where she was at.
“Wow dear, you look like a movie star.”
“Thanks, I had to borrow this. Where I’m from, I only wear jeans and t-shirts most of the time. I feel really out of place here.”
“Well, you look beautiful. Let me get Senator Masson over here so you can say hi before he gets too busy.”
I knew I liked Marge. She might look like a sweet innocent older woman, but she knew how politics in Washington worked. She knew I would need some face time with Senator Masson and she helped me get it without me even asking. The personal relationships I was building with the women in Washington were going to be my key to getting everything I ever wanted and Marge was just one of those women.
“George, Michaela Wilson is here. Come say hi to her,” Marge said as she pulled Senator Masson away from a group of men he was talking to.
I could only assume the men Senator Masson was talking to were fellow Senators, but I wasn’t sure. I really hadn’t had the chance to look through all the faces and names of everyone in the Senate. There were a few that I had researched and knew really well, but I still had a lot of work to do in that area.
At first Senator Masson looked annoyed that Marge had pulled him away. But the second he looked up and saw me, every bit of his energy went into being sweet to me. See that was the thing about men, they could be angry as hell, but you put a beautiful woman in front of them and suddenly they didn’t care anymore.
“Miss Wilson, I do believe I’ve died and gone to heaven,” Senator Masson said sweetly.
I pretended to be shy and I turned away from him and looked down at the ground. But my intention was anything buy shy. I wanted him to see my exposed skin on the back of my outfit. I needed him to feel aroused as he looked at my sweet ass. Nothing was more powerful than a woman and her control over a man’s desires.
“Aww, thank you Senator Masson,” I said quietly.
“Now, I know I told you to call me George.”
“Yes, sir, I’m sorry; George.”
George stepped a little closer to me and put his finger on my arm. He slowly moved it up and down and I saw the devilish desire that thrust through his body. Oh, he was going to behave himself, but everything in his body said that he wanted to take me to his bed.
“We are going to have to work on you and your formality. We’re friends Michaela, no need to use ‘Sir’ around me.”
“Okay, I’ll try George,” I said as I looked up at him and slowly licked my lips.
“George, this is one hell of a party,” I heard Matthew say as he moved in right next to me, prompting Senator Masson to take a quick step backward.
I smiled at the brass balls of Matthew and his willingness to interrupt the moment. But then again, I knew he wouldn’t allow me to stand there and flirt with anyone at the party; especially Senator Masson. He pretended like he didn’t care what I did, but I knew better.
“Yes sir, my wife and I worked really hard at planning it this year.”
“Oh, Kayla, it’s so nice to see you here. I’m glad you made it,” Matthew said to me as he pretended it was the first time he noticed I was there.
“Of course, I made it,” I said with a smile. “And I finished all the things that you requested over at the shelter.”
I saw the puzzled look on Matthew’s face as I turned to Senator Masson to tell him the surprise. I couldn’t hold back my smile, so I had to just work it into the exciting news I was going to share.
“Senator Storm had noticed some bad press surrounding your fundraiser so he donated 100 steak dinners to the homeless shelter in your name. Hopefully that will help a little with the press and their coverage this year.”
“Wow, Matthew, that is great. Thank you so much. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before. I really appreciate you making such an effort for my charity.”
Matthew looked at me and at first he seemed extremely pissed off, but as Senator Masson continued on and thanked him; I saw a switch. Matthew smiled and shook Senator Masson’s hand and even hugged him.
“We are all in this together, right?”
“Yeah, it was a really great thing Matthew, I won’t forget it. I’m going to head inside and make sure we are on schedule for the rest of the evening. Thank you again.”
Matthew waited until Senator Masson was inside the house before he leaned into me and whispered, “how much did that little good deed cost me?”
“Oh, now Matthew. Charity isn’t about the money,” I said with a smile as I started to walk away.
Matthew was quickly right behind me and I felt his hand slip inside my dress and cup my ass. My eyes darted around the room to see if anyone noticed what he was doing, but everyone seemed occupied by their conversations.
“You don’t have anything on under this dress,” he whispered in my ear.
“I don’t like panty lines,” I said and pulled away from him.
I quickly joined a young group of interns who were in front of me and started in with then on their conversation. Anything to get away from Matthew, I didn’t want him to have the upper hand with me. My goal was to remain in control and keep Matthew wanting me. I knew the second he felt like he could control me, everything would change between us.
One of the interns I was talking with was extremely handsome. He looked like an ex-football player and nothing like most of the other young people who were working in Washington. I decided to concentrate some of my attention on him. I wasn’t really sure where Matthew had gone, but I had a feeling he wasn’t very far away and that he was watching me.
“Hey, I’m Kayla, I work with Senator Storm,” I said as I introduced myself to him.
“I must be the luckiest fella in this place. I’m Bryan, I am doing an internship with Senator Graham from Kentucky. And I’m really damn pleased to me ya.”
His thick southern accent went instantly through my body and I loved it. A nice southern gentleman was exactly what I needed in my life. Well, that was if things didn’t turn out well between Matthew and me. Of course, I wouldn’t go flinging myself into any other man’s lap if I still had Matthew around. But a little flirting never hurt anyone. In fact, a little flirting was going to get me on a lot of young men’s radar throughout the night.
“Aren’t you just the sweetest. How long have you been in town?”
“A few weeks. It’s been pretty exciting. How about yourself?” Bryan asked me.
“Oh, I’ve only been in town about that long as well. But I’m getting paid for my slave labor at least,” I joked.
“Yeah, sometimes hard work costs a lot, but I feel like it will be work it in the end.”
“A smart man, I think we should be friends,” I said as I pulled a Sharpie pen out of my bag and wrote my number on his arm.
I noticed Matthew pacing back and forth across the party from me. He kept glancing over at me, but then when I would look up, he looked away. I knew that writing my number on Bryan’s arm was going to be a risky move. Either Matthew was going to get pissed and ignore me, or he was going to get angry and yell at me.
Quickly I walked away from Bryan and made my way into the house for safety. Surely, Matthew wouldn’t yell at me or get angry if we were in front of everyone else from the party.
Just as I made it inside the front doors to the home, I felt someone grab my arm and pull me into a room. I felt his arms wrap tightly around my body and hold me up against him. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Matthew. I could tell by the way he held onto me.
“You are just trying to piss me off,” Matthew’s husky voice said in my ear from behind me.
“I can’t have friends?”
Matthew had his arms wrapped around me and held me tight against him as he reached forward and locked the door. I took the opportunity to press my ass back toward his body and tease him a little.
“You want to be friends with that kid?”
His voice sent a sensation through my body all the way to my center. I felt his breath only a few inches away from my ear. I tilted my neck to expose myself more to his lips, if he chose to let them move down my body I was going to be prepared for that.
“I should have some friends outside of you and the office,” I said as I reached back and placed my hand on his throbbing cock.
I reached my other hand behind me and worked the buckle of his pants and then his zipper. Matthew moaned quietly as I pulled him out of his pants and let my hands stroke up and down his shaft.
“Careful darling,” he said. “We shouldn’t start something here that we won’t be able to finish.”
“I don’t like being careful.”
Mathew moved us quickly over to the desk and he pressed my body down as he reached and pulled my dress up to expose my bare ass to the cool air. My whole body pounded with anticipation of him sliding into me. I wanted him, I needed to feel him.
I heard the rip of the condom wrapper and within a second he had his cock sliding into me. I moaned out loudly and Matthew reached up and put his hand over my mouth. He was perfectly fine with the idea of fucking me in another man’s house, just not the idea of getting caught doing it.
“Not here, you can’t be noisy here.”
I could tell he was serious and I did my best not to make a sound.
His thrusts were long and hard and I could tell that this session was going to be all about him. I didn’t mind though.
We moved together and I pressed my ass back against him in an effort to feel my body explode with desire. Harder and harder he pounded into me and I held onto the edge of the test to steady myself. My heels had me at just the right height for Matthew to enter me without having to adjust himself too much. That meant that he had the perfect opportunity to pound the hell out of my pussy and I loved it.
We could hear someone call out to the guests to come in and eat and I turned and looked back at Matthew. We either needed to stop what we were doing, or we needed to hurry the hell up.
Then he nodded over toward a second door on the other side of the room. I looked at it with wide eyes in anticipation that someone was going to walk in on us at any second. My heart pounded and I couldn’t take my eyes off the second door as Matthew released a final thrust and moan from his efforts.
“Oh, fuck, Matthew. Anyone could have walked in on us,” I said as I pushed myself away from him and quickly tried to put myself back together.
I pulled my dress down and reorganized the office desk that Matthew had just fucked me on. I didn’t like the idea of getting caught in such a compromising position.
“Don’t worry, most of the people at this party have much more to hide than I do. I saw how George looked at you. He’d have fucked you in a moment if you would have let him.”
“No, he’s married. He just likes to flirt. I don’t think he’s the cheating type.”
We stood near the door and waited for everyone to go past before we headed out of the room.
“I need you to flirt with him tonight, quietly of course. We need him to do something for us down the road. I think he’ll be more responsive to you than me. Especially after seeing the way he looked at you in that dress.”
“Okay,” I said as I walked out of the room.
I knew Matthew had expected me to question him and why he wanted me to flirt with Senator Masson. But I knew it was coming. I knew we were going to need him in our pocket, that was why I had gone straight to the Senator and Marge when I had arrived.
“No questions at all. You’re just going to do what I asked?” Matthew whispered as we walked down the hallway.
“Don’t get too used to it. I don’t usually like to follow orders,” I turned back and smiled at him before making my way to the other side of the room and finding a seat next to Senator Masson’s wife.
I watched as Matthew looked at me and questioned my decision. He obviously didn’t know just how good I was.
The table was long and sat almost thirty people. There was another long table set up in a separate room with another thirty people there as well. Most of the interns had left for the evening; they had only been invited for the socializing that took place in the beginning. Most of the people at my level in Washington had also left, but I wasn’t about to leave.
“Hi, I’m Michaela Wilson. I work with Senator Storm,” I said to Senator Masson’s wife as I shook her hand.
There was no better way to make a man worry than to sit next to his wife. I turned and smiled at Senator Masson as he noticed me talking with his significant other. It probably had not been something he thought I would do. But getting on a woman’s right side was the best way to get to spend time with her husband.
“Hello, I’m Mrs. Masson. George is my husband,” she said kindly as she shook my hand back.
“You have a beautiful home. And this charity work is pretty amazing.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
“I’m from the Midwest. I don’t think I’ve ever been to a home as magnificent as this before. Did you decorate this all yourself?”
“I did. It’s a little passion of mine,” Mrs. Masson said as our food service started.
“I’m in awe.”
We waited for everyone to get to their seats and then started to eat our salads. But just as I reached for my glass of wine, I accidently spilled Mrs. Masson’s wine all over her.
“Oh, shit. Oh, my God. I’m so sorry. Let me get that,” I said as I stood up and tried to wipe her outfit off.
“It’s alright dear that’s what dry cleaning is for.”
“Oh, I’m so stupid. I can’t believe I did this. I’m so sorry. Thank you for inviting me. I’m going to leave,” I said as tears started to well up in my eyes.
I turned and quickly started to leave. I hadn’t caused too much of a scene, but as I left the room I heard Mrs. Masson, “George, please go get her. It’s nothing to worry about. She doesn’t have to leave.”
And just like that I was standing outside and George Masson was right behind me.
My tears fell surprisingly easy. I hadn’t purposely tried to cry before, so it even surprised me just how quickly I was able to turn on the waterworks. My performance had been stellar. Just the right combination of remorse and believability.
Not only had the wine I spilled gotten on Mrs. Masson, but I noticed it had also spilled on my friends dress. That was certainly a side effect that I hadn’t prepared for.
“Now, now, there’s no crying in politics,” George said as he reached for my hand and held onto it.
“I just made a total fool of myself. I’m so sorry for ruining the evening.”
Slowly I turned around, but I kept holding onto George’s hand. My eyes looked up at him and I knew he wanted me badly. He wanted me just as much as Matthew did. It was a powerful feeling to have such powerful men want you. It felt like a drug.
“I think it’s the twenty-first century and dry cleaners know how to get wine out of dresses.”
“This is my friends dress. She will be so angry,” I said as I placed his hand on my hip where the red wine had spilled.
His fingers moved slowly up and down my body and I looked at the longing in his eyes. He was a man who knew what he wanted, but I had not expected at all what happened next.
George grabbed me and pulled me into the garage. He pressed me up against the door and moved his lips inches away from mine. I thought for sure he was going to kiss me, but he didn’t.
“I could have the dress dry cleaned for you if you’d like. There’s a pair of sweats in my gym bag if you’d like to change.”
“Yes,” I said as I pulled the dress up over my head and handed it to him.
The gym bag was sitting on a table next to his car and I walked away from him and went over to it. I purposely took my time and unzipped the bag as I knew George was busy looking at my naked ass and trying to decide if he had the courage to go after what he really wanted.
I had seen it in his eyes when he pulled me into the garage. He wanted to fuck me. Everything in his body said that he wanted me. Now there I was, naked and standing only a few feet away from him.
“These?” I asked as I pulled out a cleanly folded t-shirt and pair of sweatpants.
George walked up behind me and stood with his body pressed up against mine. He reached around me and grabbed the shirt from my hands. I felt his cock firmly against my ass and moved myself slightly backwards to press my body into his even more.
“Yes, and I think we should get this on you as soon as possible.”
I turned around and put my arms into the air. I couldn’t help but smile as I looked into his eyes. He wanted me dressed so he wouldn’t have to try and resist his primal urges.
George stopped to look at my body again and then slowly pulled the shirt down over my hands and then over my breasts as they faced him.
“Thank you,” I said and leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
I finished putting the sweatpants on and then held my shoes in my hand. I was significantly smaller without my heels and George seemed to tower over me. The change in height and the fact that I was now fully clothed, was all he needed to finally step away from me.
“I’ll have it cleaned and send it over to Matthew’s office.”
“Or I could come to your office and pick it up,” I said as I turned and walked out of the garage.
I grabbed one of the taxi’s that were waiting outside and made my way out of there without even looking back. Washington was starting to be a whole hell of a lot of fun. I didn’t understand why people said it was so horrible.