Chapter 11 – Kyle
I needed to be alone. Away from James mostly, who was having a series of panic attacks. It was contagious and draining my energy.
I’m in my penthouse suite at the Zylent building, thinking about Diana and all that’s going on.
It’s a huge distraction. We were supposed to have three policy meetings today to prep for the upcoming debate, and I skipped them all. I’m still focused on those pictures, wondering who sent them and why.
I’m sitting back on the bed across from the full-length mirror wearing shorts, looking at my bulge thinking how it needs some relief. Toying with my phone, I long to call Diana. I figure it wouldn’t hurt to just send her a text.
Hey babe. What’s up. Just checking to make sure you’re OK.
After I hit send I already feel stupid.
I should have just let well enough alone. Several minutes go by. I sit back and slip my hand into my shorts, casually massaging my cock and balls, thinking about Diana and the explosive night we had.
The phone vibrates and shakes me out of my fantasy. I reluctantly let go of my now hard cock to see what it is. It’s Diana.
I’m not your babe, you bastard.
Wow that was kind of harsh. I try being playful.
Bet you were thinking of me.
Two minutes go by before the phone vibrates again.
Yeah Mister, I’m writing an article about you right now,
So I’m thinking of how I’m going to destroy your Senate
Race.
I began playing with my cock again, and slip off my shorts.
I’m thinking of you too, Diana. Right now. Wearing nothing.
I start getting massively hard. My cock pulsates as I look at my phone.
Are you touching it?
I grab my stiff cock and flail it around, imagining I’m playfully beating Diana’s face with it.
Yeah I’m touching it. My thick inches are aching to be released. Can I ask you something?
Sure.
Are you wet?
I began toying with my cock head, stroking it with my thumb, imaging her tongue on me. She texts back again.
You bet I’m wet. Only wet for you.
My cock throbbed as I saw Diana in my minds eye, her legs spread apart, fingering her soaking wet pussy. Stroking feverishly, I started feeling I was going to cum.
Babe, are you there? I’m coming for you now.
I stood up and began stroking harder and faster. The muscles in my ass tightened as I felt the sensation building. A jet of pleasure rushes across my cock and I start coming, shooting my hot jizz onto the wood floor.
Sitting back down I pick up the phone. No more messages.
Now I felt like a silly teenager, a few text messages from a woman and I’m stroking my cock.
But at least it was something to revive the chemistry between us. I consoled myself thinking she had to be playing with her clit at the same time I was stroking my cock.
I sent another message.
Where are you staying? I need to know.
Ten minutes go by.
Why Kyle? Have you considered our phones are tapped?
Diana, if they’re tapped you just let them know that you suspect it. Better to keep that under wraps isn’t it?
Silence.
Yeah I guess I’m being silly. I have a question for you.
Shoot.
How did they know we were meeting at your restaurant? We talked about it in the building, and nowhere else. You didn’t call or text that day.
I sat back trying to remember.
I don’t know, they probably followed you over there.
Yeah but something occurred to me. Those pictures, you said you got some showing us messing around at the restaurant.
Yeah, so?
Kyle – how did they know what room we’d be in? And how did they know that we’d mess around?
That was something to consider. It had to be someone watching me to know I’d be dining in that particular room.
Well they couldn’t know we’d mess around.
She texts back immediately.
Well Kyle, the way you talk about women…
I felt like my head was going to explode. I still couldn’t figure out for the life of me who could possibly be behind this. My opponents were low life jerks, but they couldn’t be this scummy.
Where are you anyway. I need to know. We’re in this together and you might need my help.
The line fell silent again. I laid back on the bed, falling asleep.