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Drunk dancing was by far my favorite kind of dancing. It felt so good to have a buzz going and not have to worry at all about people judging you. When you were drunk, you just didn’t care at all if people stared or laughed.
The fun part of drinking and dancing at Sloan’s was that Kim, Anna and I could do it and most of the guys would just leave us alone. Sloan’s was a hangout for the young crowd in D.C. and almost all of the people that came there were purely interested in blowing off steam from their incredibly stressful political jobs. Sometimes there were hook-ups, but most often it was just friends drinking and dancing until the stress of the day was gone.
“What time is it?” I yelled at Anna as we danced.
“One o’clock.”
“Shit, I should get going home. I’ve got work tomorrow.”
“Kayla, there’s no way you’re making it to work. Stay and dance for a little longer. We can drop you off at your place on our way home.”
It didn’t take much convincing and I was downing another drink and back on the dance floor shaking my ass. I needed the stress relief; I needed to clear my head from all the plotting and planning that was going on around me.
Back home I had gone out with my friends a couple times a week and I always felt like the babysitter. Only when I finally finished school and was about to ship off to Washington D.C., did I finally let myself have fun.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like having fun, I liked fun very much. But I had a future in mind and I didn’t want to do a thing that could jeopardize what I wanted for myself.
When I arrived in Washington though I just couldn’t believe the level of stress I was under all the time. Going with Matthew to his meetings was incredibly exhausting. I felt like I always had to be “on” - there wasn’t time to relax. There wasn’t time to just be a normal young adult.
As we continued to dance our hearts out, I suddenly realized I had left my phone at home. Not that I needed it while I was dancing, but it was a strange feeling to be without it for the evening. I hoped that no nothing too important was going on in the world that I was missing.
Being unplugged from your cell phone was actually a pretty freeing experience. At first it provoked anxiety, but then I realized there was nothing I could do about it until I got home; so I decided to just relax and enjoy the rest of my evening.
The evening ended up going way later than I could have imagined. We danced until almost two o’clock and then stopped at a local diner to have some late night/early morning breakfast with some other friends that we had run into at the club.
“You ladies looked like you were blowing off some serious steam tonight. What’s up at your offices?” Gene, an intern from another office, said.
“You know, regular Washington bullshit,” Kim said.
We all laughed much harder and longer than we probably would have if we had not been drinking. But her statement seemed really true. I had only been in Washington for a short time, but it seemed that the same shit just went around and around year after year. Senior Senators worked the newer Senators to get their way…New Senators tried to play the older Senators. It was like a constant game of cat and mouse between everyone.
My goal was to figure out how I could control both the cat and the mice in my favor. That was a balance that I knew would take special care and I was ready to do whatever was necessary. Matthew wasn’t the only one who could control people, if I played my cards right, I could get everything I ever wanted out of my career in Washington D.C.
The problem was, I wanted more than just a great career. I also wanted the guy. I couldn’t stop thinking about Matthew and that first night together. Things had gotten so twisted and confused since then, if only we could go back to that night, to those emotions.
I felt like Matthew was constantly fighting with his feeling for me. Some moments he seemed sweet and totally into me; other times it seemed like he was purposely being a total jerk. I still hadn’t figured out the reason for his differing attitudes, but I always felt like I was on egg shells around him.
Going out with the girls had cleared my head quite a bit and I felt rejuvenated to focus more on my future. I needed to sit down and make a strategic plan that could help guide me in the relationships I was growing and which ones I needed to put more effort into.
I couldn’t throw all my eggs into Matthew Storms basket. He was a rocket ship and it was totally possible he could explode at any moment. I didn’t want his errors to take me down with him, yet I wanted to be there with him if he took off toward the White House. It was an extremely difficult balance.
As we finished our meals, five of us loaded into a Taxi and started the process of dropping everyone off. It was fun to be out with all my new friends. I felt halfway normal again and I really needed that feeling.
Working with Matthew and listening to his constant plotting and theorizing drove me crazy sometimes. It was like he couldn’t just enjoy being a Senator; he already had his plans for the next step in his career.
“Let’s drop Anna and Michael off first, then Kim,” Gene said as we drove away from the café and toward the first drop off location.
“What about you and me?” I asked.
“I live in the same apartment complex as you. Anna said you’re in the tall building across from the Capital, right?”
“Yes, oh that’s perfect. What floor are you on?”
“The third floor, I couldn’t afford anything higher. How about you?”
I hated to answer the question. I knew how real estate worked and the higher up in the building that you were, the more your apartment cost. I really didn’t want everyone to know how much my apartment was each month and Gene had the ability to tell everyone if he knew which floor I lived on. I was on the 17th floor, but it wasn’t anyone’s business just how much I paid for it. Or rather, how much Senator Matthew Storm paid for it.
“I’m up a little higher,” I said vaguely.
After we had dropped everyone off Gene and I got dropped off at our apartments. I tried to stall at the mailboxes so he would just go upstairs, but the good guy in him had Gene waiting on me before we continued to the elevator. Inevitably I had to push my floor number.
I waited for him to say something, but as the elevator door opened on his floor, Gene didn’t say a word. He also didn’t move a muscle and the doors opened and closed again with him right there with me.
“You’re not going to get off?” I asked.
“Nope, I think a gentleman would at least make sure you got home alright.”
“It’s okay, I’m sure I can manage.”
“I’ll just walk you there and leave you. I promise to behave.”
I hadn’t even looked at Gene in any other way than a friend up until that very moment. The look in his eye told me that he wanted me to invite him in. He wanted me to tell him it was alright not to behave himself. But I had my plate full enough and I wasn’t interested in adding additional drama to that plate of things at the moment.
“Thanks,” I said as we came to my door.
“No problem.”
“Have a good night Gene,” I said and quickly closed the door behind me.
I turned and looked through the peephole to see if he continued to stand outside or if he was going to leave. To my relief, he only waited for a moment and then turned and made his way back to the elevators.
Gene was a nice guy, but I had plenty going on in my life and certainly didn’t need to complicate things by getting involved with another man. Two Senators in my love life was more than enough. Although, I didn’t have any plans to continue a relationship with George Masson. After the day we had had together I really hoped Matthew wouldn’t want me to continue to flirt with the man. No matter how good he was at eating pussy, I didn’t want to be left alone with him again.
My first stop was to check out my phone and to my surprise there were over a dozen text messages on there. My heart sank as I started to read through them.
First I looked at Matthew’s messages.
“Are we good? What’s going on?”
“Kayla, answer me.”
“Don’t ignore me. I’m coming over there.”
After reading the last message, I looked around my apartment thinking that Matthew was there somewhere or something like that. But he wasn’t. Then I went back and read the last message.
“Since you don’t want to answer your door, I’m leaving Raymond outside your apartment until you get home safely.”
Shit! Raymond had probably been outside when I got home with Gene.
I ran to the balcony and looked down to see if I could see the SUV that Raymond typically drove when Matthew sent him to my house. I didn’t see it anywhere, but that didn’t mean a thing. Raymond could have been driving a different vehicle or he could have left after he saw me get out of the cab with Gene.
I cringed at the thought of Raymond telling Matthew I had come home with a guy. Not only would Matthew have seen me leave the lunch with Senator Masson, but he would also have heard that I came home with some hot young stud.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“I’m alright. Just went out drinking and dancing with friends,” I text to Matthew.
It was 4:30 am though and I suspected a drunk text from me at that hour probably wasn’t going to be any better than the eight hours that I had not replied to his messages.
“We will talk tomorrow. Drink some orange juice and take a Tylenol.”
Wow, that was a quick response for 4:30 am. I wondered if he had stayed up all night or if he was just an early riser.
“Alright.”
I didn’t know what else to say. I was way too exhausted to have a full conversation. But I felt that he was going to want to talk to me more than just a couple text messages. He obviously cared about my well being. He didn’t seem made or anything, just told me to take care of myself. Perhaps I had been worried for no reason at all?
My tiredness won out in the end and I drifted off to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I slept blissfully wonderful for a whole six hours and didn’t wake up until close to 11:00 am. And when I woke up it was to my phone’s ringer which I shut off as I swiped the answer call button.
“Jesus Christ Kayla. Get your ass in here. Matthew is flipping out on everyone and he said if you weren’t here by noon he was going to fire you.”
“I’m sick. Just tell him I’m sick,” I muttered into the phone.
Matthew seriously couldn’t fire me over one day of being sick. He knew I had been up all night. He knew earlier in the morning when I responded to his text. Over his text messages, he seemed fine with me sleeping and feeling better. Sure he knew I had been out all night drinking, but that wasn’t anything new in Washington D.C. and I wasn’t the first aid to miss work.
“That’s not going to cut it, Kayla, you need to just come in,” Steven said in a voice that was filled with desperation. “Show your face and I’ll make sure you get out of here as soon as possible.”
“Steven, let him fire me. I’m not coming in. I’m sick. People are allowed to get sick. He’s just going to have to deal with hit.”
As I hung up the phone, I instantly regretted what I had said. I didn’t want to get fired, I had come all the way to Washington D.C. in order to follow my dreams and work in politics. I rolled out of bed and threw myself into the shower in an attempt the wash off the pain of my hangover.
Within twenty minutes I walked into the office. My wet hair dripped down my sweatshirt and I went straight to the coffee pot and poured myself a very large cup. I had changed my mind, I didn’t want to get fired and curiosity had me wondering what the heck was going on that Matthew was so angry about.
It was close to noon by then and I couldn’t understand what was so urgent that I had to be at work. The world wasn’t coming to an end. There were no big meetings planned for the day. There was nothing at all going on.
Then I heard him. Matthew, in his office, screaming at whoever was unlucky enough to be on the phone with him. Everyone in the office stopped what we were doing and looked at each other.
“Why is he so pissed off?” I asked.
“Not sure. He’s been like that all morning.”
“Where’s Alex?”
“Not sure, he hasn’t been in all morning. Senator Storm asked for you when he arrived and I said you weren’t in yet. Then after I called you and you said you weren’t coming in, he threatened to fire you. Then threatened to fire me if I didn’t get you in here. Can you at least go tell him you’re here? I don’t want to get fired.”
I felt bad for Steven. I suspected Matthew was pissed at me for leaving him at lunch the day before and not answering his messages during the evening. But I couldn’t exactly figure out why he was willing to throw such a public display of his anger.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to go talk to him now,” I said as we continued to listen to Matthew screaming on the telephone.
We couldn’t really understand what was being said, but there was a definite tone of anger coming from his office. The last thing I wanted to do was walk right into the middle of that anger storm.
“Alright, I’ll just send him and email and tell him you’re here,” Steven said.
Before I could stop him, Steven had clicked on his keyboard and sent off his email. I held my breath and waited for something, I wasn’t exactly sure what I was waiting for. But maybe I thought there would be some sort of wild explosion when he read the email? But there was nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing continued on for at least thirty minutes. Matthew’s office was quiet; the rest of us pretended to work and for that brief bit of time I thought things were going to be just fine.
There was definitely a silence before the storm. The tension in the room could have been cut with a knife and I couldn’t help but think there were only a few minutes of quiet left. Soon Matthew would come out and start yelling at us all, or worse; start yelling just at me.
“Michaela!” Matthew bellowed from his office.
I froze and looked straight at Steven. I had hoped for some sort of support, perhaps even an offer to come with me to Matthew’s office. But no such thing. Matthew was a scary man to all who worked for him. He held their future in his hands and not Steven or anyone else in the office was about to stand up for me.
Slowly I stood and made my way toward his office. I tried to straighten my sweatshirt and wet hair as I walked to the open door of his office. My heart pounded with the unknown anger that I saw in Matthew’s eyes.
“Close the door,” he said calmly from the other side of his desk.
I closed the door and then walked slowly up to his desk and stood there. Matthew kept his back to me and I watched as he seemed to be trying to calm himself. He had taken three slow and deliberate breaths before he spoke.
“You are young. I understand this and made accommodations for this, but you do not know what is best. Your stupid and immature actions of yesterday have cost me greatly.”
I had no idea what he was talking about, but I wasn’t about to interrupt him. The anger that was inside of him soaked out of his tailored suit and I could tell that with one wrong word he would swing around and I would regret my actions.
“Senator Masson has poached Alex from me and is running a campaign among the other Senators to get me into the House Speaker position.”
Again, I stood silent. I didn’t understand why that was a bad thing. Matthew had just finished telling Senator Masson about the power that the position held. Why wouldn’t Matthew want to hold that power for himself?
But I knew better than to talk. I could tell that Matthew had much more to say and I would just wait until I could tell that he was done. There was no way I was about to interrupt him. I highly doubted he wanted to hear anything I had to say. In that moment, it appeared that Matthew had plenty of his own to say.
“I can’t figure out if I want to fire you or throw you over my knee and spank your ass,” Matthew said as he finally turned around.
The fire and anger that were in his eyes made them light up. His intense gaze erotically enticed me and I wanted him more than I had ever wanted him before. I didn’t understand a single thing behind why he was so damn angry, except that losing his assistant to Masson. But even that didn’t seem like that great of a loss, Alex wasn’t the greatest assistant in the world.
It was the passion in his eyes that drew me in. The passion and fire that only a man of power could have. I wanted to feel that power and I knew just how to win him over. If Matthew wanted to have power over me, I could do that. I could give him exactly what he wanted.
I fell to my knees and looked up at him from the other side of his desk. I didn’t speak. I just stayed there and watched his eyes as they looked down at me. I knew he needed to be in charge. I knew it the day I met him and I knew it in that moment.
There was a need inside of Matthew that had to be fulfilled by power. The power he had over helping me the night we met, the power he had over his constituents, and the power he thought he had over me in that moment; they all energized him.
Somewhere in him was a sweet kind man who wanted to love and kiss me, but the other man came out much more often. Like a protector to Matthew, his dominant side wanted to show me that he was in charge and I shouldn’t try to be in charge at all.
My eyes stayed locked on his as he walked around his desk and stood in front of me. I didn’t move. I stayed on my knees and my eyes and his continued in their dance of power. My hands found themselves on his pants and as they unbuckled him, I saw a brief glimpse of a smile at the corners of Matthews' mouth.
I continued and slid his pants down and pulled his cock out into my hand, all the while my eyes stayed locked with his. My hands moved deliberately and soon I moved my mouth to take over the job. Finally, I broke eye contact with him and closed my eyes to welcome him into me. But Matthew didn’t like that, he pulled on my hair briefly to motion for me to open my eyes and look back up at him.
He liked to watch me as I sucked on him. I saw the pleasure in his eyes. The anger and agitation with me were gone and instead I saw pleasure forming under his deep brown eyes. I really didn’t know what he thought I had done that had made Alex leave him, but I apologized.
On my knees, with his cock buried deep in my throat, I apologized. My actions were my apology and I was happy to offer it to Matthew. I was happy to be there with him and hoped that my offer of forgiveness was exactly what he needed to release his anger.
I thought Matthew would explode quickly inside of me, but he had much different plans. Instead, he pulled me up and pushed me over the side of his desk. I obediently stayed still as he pulled my pants down and left my ass exposed to him.
“I’m going to spank you now,” Matthew said calmly.
Then I felt the large hand of his as it smacked down hard against my ass. The pain felt pleasure filled and I moaned out. I had never been spanked before and didn’t even know it was something I liked until that very moment.
“No moaning,” Matthew demanded.
Another swat came down hard against me and I knew the sound of the slap had to have radiated out of his office and into the workroom just outside the doors.
“I didn’t lock the door, Matthew,” I said quietly.
“No one would dare come in,” he said matter-of-factly.
One more deep, hard slap came down to my ass and I felt myself thrust back toward him. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I needed the pain to be released in pleasure as quickly as possible.
Matthew answered my movement as I felt his hard cock pressed against my ass. It made me pause for a moment as I wondered if he would actually fuck me in the ass right there in his office.
Slowly the pressure of his cock pressed against my ass and I felt my body oblige to his call and let him in. My body pressed back against him and I slowed my breathing to concentrate on my movement with him.
Matthew pressed into me firmly and reached down to grab my hair. Gently he pulled me up to him and wrapped his arms around me and under my sweatshirt. He cupped my breasts in his hands and held my body firm against him. His muscular arms were powerful and I didn’t fight him. I liked the feelings of pleasure he gave me. I loved it and urged him to give me more and more.
The slow thrusts of his cock into my backside had my body on fire and ready to explode. But it was his fingers as the twisted and pinched my nipples that really sent me over the edge and I moved my ass hard against him.
The feeling of pleasure and sensations were new everywhere in my body and I couldn’t stop myself as I moaned with the newness of the sensations. Matthew didn’t stop my moans. Instead, he thrust harder against me and squeezed my nipples harder with his fingers.
“You will listen in the future?” He asked into my ear.
I shook my head yes, but that wasn’t good enough for Matthew. He thrust deep into me and squeezed my nipples again. He wanted to hear the words. He wanted to hear me tell him I would obey him. I did the best I could.
“Yes, I’ll listen,” I moaned.
“We can make it to the White House Kayla, but you have to be smart about things. You have to listen to my plans. Don’t get distracted by interns and losers.”
Ahhh, now it made sense to me. Matthew thought I had brought a man home with me from the club. He thought I had fucked Gene and that was why I didn’t show up to work. Matthew was jealous.
I smiled briefly at the thought of Matthew actually caring about me. Of course, he wouldn’t admit it; but he cared what I did and who I did it with and that was why he was angry with me.
I felt my body as all the new sensations came together in one fantastic explosion of pleasure. Matthew held onto me and leaned me over his desk while he thrust his pleasure into me and grunted a moan of his own pleasure.
My legs were weak as I lay on his desk and Matthew dressed me and then picked me up and carried me to the couch. I couldn’t keep my eyes opened for another second. The exhaustion of my night of drinking combined with the lack of sleep and sexual exertion were all too much for me.