Chapter 1
I just have to cum. Two days of intense teasing is driving me insane. My legs are weak from the constant sexual stimulation, causing a river of goo to continuously flow down my thighs. The clip, attached to my painfully excited clit, has just stopped buzzing, leaving me teetering on the edge of an earth shattering orgasm. The tiny little elastic bands that were wrapped around the base of my nipples are keeping them super engorged, making them long and hypersensitive. The prolonged stimulation and denial is wearing me down. I can no longer think of anything but my need to cum.
I try to breath in some sort of normal fashion, but I have lost sense of what normal is recently. I want to scream in pure frustration. Without the use of my hands, I can't reach my pussy. If I could get up and somehow pound my crotch against something, maybe a railing or chair arm, anything to help me achieve some sort of release, I would be able to think straight. But I could never cope with the pain from the exact same device that was torching my quivering clit.
We are sitting in one of the most reputable, posh restaurants in the city, a haven for the rich and powerful to huddle for power lunches and intimate dinners. I am known here, at least by those whose job it is to know the powerful. In fact, I am known in most places in this city. This is humiliating being so horny in such a public place, with no way of stopping this sexual torture. How have I sunk so low so quickly? And how was I going to get rescue from this evil woman
My name is Alicia, the Deputy Mayor of this fine city. I know you are asking how someone in my position of power, living a clean life, could get in this predicament. Blame it on Brittany.
Brittany was my new intern at city hall. Each year I make it a point to seek out the best and the brightest to intern at my office for twelve months. I pay well, and I hand select each student myself.
My husband, a wealthy and powerful businessman, passed away two years ago, leaving me financially secure. Although he was almost 10 years older than me, we fell head over heels the moment we set eyes on each other. We shared an intense 8-year marriage, filled with the aggressive pursuit of our careers and equally aggressive love life. Now the void is sometimes too painful to manage.
I use my role as a mentor to these interns as a way of coping with my sense of loss.
Brittany may be the most promising to date. She scored through the roof on her SAT scores, had achieved a 4.0 average at her university while double majoring in political science and computer science. And believe me, she needed these intellectual muscles with the way she looked. It wasn’t that she wasn’t pretty. It is just that you would never know by the way she dressed and walked and talked and acted. Her oversized, completely forgettable collection of frumpy blouses and floor length skirts, combined with her complete lack of make-up and slouching posture made her seem mousy and very forgettable.
Add to this her quiet nature and aloof presence, and you had the makings of someone who in my opinion would never achieve greatness in her life. Although I am only 33 years old, I felt an almost motherly instinct toward this precious girl. She would be my project, yet another woman who will conquer the world with my guidance. This is exactly what I set out to do.
We had made arrangements in advance for her to rent the apartment over the detached garage in the rear of my property. It was actually a two-story apartment with several bedrooms that were already furnished. She settled in quickly and quietly.
With her computer acumen, I had her working on creating a set of databases that tracked the complex array of city permits and business assessments for all companies conducting business in the city limits. She had quickly mastered our system and reconfigured the entire operation. Always courteous, she tended to stay to herself. I need to open her up and find her inner social animal.
Knowing she was single and alone, I would invite her out to dinner to talk work, as well as asking her to join me in my evening sessions at the gym. I am a firm believer in an even balance between the mind and body. If you want to push yourself and explore your true potential you need to keep both mind and body in top shape. At 5’9", I am a lean, muscled 128 pounds. My C cup breasts have stayed high and firm, and look even larger because of my slim torso. My hips are slim, and my ass and leg are strong from all of my running and weight workouts. I do 400 sit-ups each day, making my abs the favorite part of my body. I love how my strong washboard stomach looks in my mid-drift outfits. From my running and weight lifting, I look much better now than when I was Brittany’s age. I keep myself dressed in only the finest professional outfits, presenting a no-nonsense woman of power.
She, on the other hand, needed the E channel's Fashion Emergency. For our workouts, I did not like the dumpy boxers and oversized tee shirts she wore, so we bought her new exercise outfits. Surprisingly, she was in much better shape than I would have guessed. She had large, high breasts, small hips, and a wispy, sleek frame. With the right clothes, the right attitude adjustment, and most importantly, the right mentor, she will be a dynamo in politics.
She became enthusiastic about our workouts, and we became fast friends. You could see the difference in just a few weeks. She stopped slouching and starting dressing better (with the help of my credit card). Though still quiet and aloof to strangers, she became very open and energetic around me.
About a month into her work at city hall, she stepped into my office to ask me a series of questions about a business deal my husband had been involved with. She ran into some discrepancies in the funding process and zoning approval for a large commercial/retail complex he helped develop. I did not keep tabs on his business dealings, so I could not answer any of her questions clearly. She seemed satisfied and wandered back to her desk.
That Friday evening, Brittany invited me over for dinner. With all the ceremonies and fundraising dinners I attend as part of my job, a simple home cooked meal was welcomed change of pace.
Brittany greeted me at the door in one of her new outfits. The cream-colored silk blouse looked stunning in contrast with her dark slacks and mid-heels. She was the picture of refined elegance. She was especially cheerful this evening. We drank wine and enjoyed a superb dinner.
As we finished the main course, I said, "Thank you for such a wonderful meal. You should be proud of your culinary talents."
With a twinkle in her eyes she responded, "You will truly appreciate my talents with dessert."
She returned from the kitchen with a covered dish and set it down between us on the table. "Are you ready?’ she asked with a smile.
When I nodded, she lifted the cover to reveal a set of documents. I was dumbfounded.
" I guess you are wondering what this is. Let me explain," she said as she lifted the small stack of documents and handed me the first page. "It seems that your husband was quite the shady businessman. The databases which I created uncovered a trail of crooked financing and bribes," she said, handing page after page documenting each allegation. I was floored.
"Look on these two pages, how your name was included on the credit documents and financing applications. And look at this one. While you where sitting on the city council, you gave the green light to fund the Franklin House Project. That was a cover for a construction scam cooked up by your husband and several of his silent "friends". You see the names that are these ledgers?"
