Kayla
There was a feeling of dirtiness when I woke up the next day after having Matthew over to my house. Something about our relationship had turned from sexy to salty and I didn’t exactly know how it had happened. He wanted me, I could tell that. He lusted for me, which was visible in all of our interactions. But I felt like watching me interact with the other men at the party had been too much for him. Instead of seeing me as a woman he wanted to be with, Matthew seemed to see me as a woman he could use.
I might have been naive when I first arrived in Washington D.C., but I wasn’t anymore. I knew how the city worked and there was no way I was going to let Matthew use me for his own gain and then thrown me away. Senator Storm had something coming to him if he thought I was expendable.
As I rolled out of bed, I knew exactly what I needed to do. I wasn’t expendable. I had more value to Matthew than he could even imagine.
“Marge, it was so nice seeing you at the party,” I said as I called Senator Masson’s office.
“You too dear. What can I help you with?”
“I just wanted to apologize to Senator Masson and his wife for my mess at the party. How should I send him my apology? You’ve been around and know the ropes, I need your help.”
“Oh dear, don’t worry about it. Accidents happen. But if you’d like to find Senator Masson and tell him yourself, he is at the tennis club this morning. It’s over on Dodge Street.”
“I guess it is the least I could do after ruining his party. Thanks so much Marge. You and I should have lunch together sometime. I’d love to pick your brain on all these men we work with.”
“Sure thing, dear. Give me a call and we will put something on the schedule.”
After a quick shower, I was on my way over to the tennis club to see if I could catch the attention of Senator Masson. Of course, I had on a tiny little tennis outfit that I knew would get lots of the men at the club to pay attention. But the only one I was interested in was Senator Masson.
If what Matthew had in store for Senator Masson failed, it was highly likely that Masson would become the next president instead of Matthew. I had to hedge my bets and build a positive relationship with both men, just to cover myself for whichever one ended up taking over. Who knew, maybe someone entirely different would make their way onto the scene and overrun both men, but for the time being I had to play both sides of the fence.
Matthew was my bet, of course, he was handsome and young and I could see him in the Whitehouse over any of the other men. But Senator Masson had the longevity and reputation in Washington, I was possible George Masson could see what Matthew had planned and he would either get behind the plan or resolved to prevent Matthew from achieving what he wanted.
I didn’t bother checking in at the front desk when I arrived at the club. I certainly didn’t have a membership and I wasn’t planning on sticking around long enough that I would need one. I grabbed a tennis racket off of a picnic table and made my way back to the courts which I assumed were where I heard all the noise coming from.
Through the trees, that lined the courts I had the opportunity to look at the people playing without them seeing me. When I got to court 11, there Senator Masson was with three of his friends. I was pretty sure they were also Senators or perhaps just businessmen from the area.
Without hesitation, I walked over to court 12 and grabbed a tennis ball that was near the tree line. There was no one playing on the court, so no one to see what I was about to do.
I picked up the tennis ball and hit it as hard as I could, right at the court where Senator Masson was playing. Quickly I ran to the trees and hollered back toward my court.
“It’s alright guys, I’ll grab this ball and then come find you,” I said and then leaned over to tie my shoe.
Of course, in the processes of bending over I exposed my thong covered ass to the men on court 11. But I didn’t think they would mind the interruption. It wasn’t something I could have ever imagined doing back home in Illinois, but I had changed since coming to Washington. I assumed everyone changed quite a bit when they came to town.
I stood up and turned around to see if I could find my ball. There was a handsome young man holding it. I didn’t look around for Senator Masson, instead I kept eye contact with the handsome guy in front of me.
“I could help you get that swing under control,” he said with a smile.
For a second I just wanted to continue to flirt with him. I had no idea who he was, the simplicity of a night with such a man was very appealing. But I had bigger fish to fry and I couldn’t get distracted by one hot guy.
“Oh, I’m fine. Thank you though.”
I grabbed the ball and turned to walk away. There was a certain power in having four men fully focused on me. Their eyes all looked at me as I moved, waiting for me to bend over again or something like that.
“Kayla?” Senator Masson said.
“Oh, hey. How are you Senator Masson?”, I asked as I tried to keep things professional.
“I’m pretty sure I told you to call me George.”
“Oh, yes. Hi George,” I said awkwardly.
“Guys, I’m going to call it a day. Let’s schedule something again soon,” he said as he waved goodbye to the men he had been playing with and turned back to me. “Do you have a minute? I’d love to catch up.”
I just smiled and shook my head yes. It was pretty delightful to see the look on the other three men’s faces when they saw that I was going off with Senator Masson instead of any of them. Of course, Senator Masson was older than them all, but George had a confidence about him that even I couldn’t deny. He knew how to make the men around him green with envy.
I followed him down a path toward a garden area and the two of us sat down. He couldn’t stop looking at my legs and I was perfectly fine letting him look. I even turned and pulled one of them up onto the bench to almost expose my underwear, but it didn’t.
My plan was simple. I wanted Senator Masson to have my best interest on his mind at all times. I wanted him to support me and make sure that nothing that happened between him and Matthew would put my future in Washington at risk.
“It’s nice to run into you,” I said as my hand gently touched his arm.
“I will have your dress back to you by the end of the week. Maybe I could drop it by your house for you? I don’t want you to be inconvenienced.”
Two things were wrong with the idea of dropping by my house: first, it was a messy pit and second, I wasn’t going to sleep with George. So there really was no reason for him to be coming by my house at all.
“I’ll just stop by your office on Friday if that will work alright?” I asked as I let my eyes linger on his.
There was such a balance between wanting to flirt with him and not wanting to lead him on too much. I put my leg back on the ground and crossed them closed to avoid teasing him any more.
“I would rather come to your place,” George said as his hand lightly touched my thigh.
Oh, I knew he would rather come to my place. His eyes told me that there were many things he wanted to do with me behind the safety of my apartment door. But I didn’t want him, I wanted Matthew.
Slowly I leaned closer to George and put my hand on top of his.
“I’m sure we will have plenty of time to get to know each other. I plan on staying in Washington for a long career.”
“Alright, come to my office Friday and I’ll get your dress to you,” George said as he stood up.
“I sure will.”
“Are you sure you want to keep working for Storm?”
“Yes, I like his office and I’ve made a lot of friends there.”
“Just be careful around him. That man is only out for himself. Even when you think he’s looking out for your mutual interests; he really is only out for himself.”
“I’m a big girl, I’ll be alright.”
I stood up and pressed my body up against him. I let my hand slide down the front of his body and graze his hard cock. He looked around to see if anyone was there before his hand slipped under my skirt and I felt his fingers thrust inside me before I could refuse him.
“I need to be inside of this pussy,” his deep voice said into my ear.
“Oh, you need to?”
“Fucking hell. Yes, this has to happen.”
“We can talk on Friday,” I said sweetly as I pulled away from him.
Things had gotten a little out of hand with George and I wasn’t feeling all that comfortable continuing our conversation. I didn’t have feelings toward George Masson like I did toward Matthew. My relationship with Senator Masson couldn’t go any further.