This is a work of fiction. It should not be taken as a guide for your real life activities and I take no responsibility for your actions.
Written by Spicewriter55.
All rights protected under the Berne Convention, all similarity to persons living or dead is solely coincidental and unintentional.
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Mike Dawson dramatically held a push broom above his head and struck another heroic pose for the adoring crowd. All around him he could hear the intoxicating sounds of clicking cameras as he stood on the cold windy steps.
He had purposely removed his suit jacket and rolled his shirt sleeves up above his muscular forearms, the effect of which caused many a woman, and even a few men in the crowd to fantasize about an evening spent cradled in his arms.
What a rush, Dawson thought, as he surveyed the throng of nobody's from high atop the marble steps of City Hall. In his arrogance he felt invincible, in just four weeks he'd be the cities second most powerful man.
"If you're elected Mr. Dawson," a reporter shouted at him from the crowd, what do you propose to do about our runaway crime problem."
Dawson placed the broom down on the stained marble before as he spoke, allowing the crowd to calm down before he answered.
"Once I'm in office, I'm going to take this broom and sweep corruption back into the sewers where it belongs."
He paused again waiting for the wild applause to subside.
"And let me conclude by saying, as your District Attorney, I Will defeat evil no matter where it leads me."
As Dawson allowed the applause to feed his ego, two gorgeous Mean Girls, one blond and the other a red head, stood a few yards away from the enthralled crowd coolly observing their next victim.
*** "This arrogant bastard won't be so easy to get, my contacts say he's squeaky clean. There's almost nothing in the public record about him before last year, it almost looks to me like someone has sanitized his activities. No bad newspaper articles or videos; even the city records don't mention him. Shit, I can't even find a park..."
Tiffany stopped in mid sentence as she looked up from her report to see Buffy standing just a few feet away accompanied by a familiar looking young girl.
"You remember Roberta, don't you," Buffy asked as she pushed the reluctant girl out in front of her.
"Well don't just stand there with your mouth open, how does she look?"
Tiffany stood speechless as she drank in the sight before her. Roberta had been one of their first successful enslavements. It hadn't been easy, she remembered, back then both her and Buffy were still perfecting their powers of persuasion. But six months of trial and error, drugs, torture and sexual abuse Roberta had finally been broken.
"I thought we sold her months ago," Tiffany said. "How come she's back here?"
"Don't worry, lover, she's on loan to us from her English Master," Buffy said.
Tiffany circled the petite Asian girl, inspecting every inch of her body. "She sure looks different from the last time I saw her," Tiffany said with a hint of awe in her voice.
"I remember the day we abducted her from that Catholic school yard; she was a skinny little thing back then and not much to look at," Tiffany said.
"But now I'm beginning to see some potential here, makes me think we should have asked for more money."
The sexy Gothic temptress that stood demurely in the middle of the room was nothing short of amazing, Tiffany marveled.
Shoulder length black hair sensuously framed her oval face. The striking makeup she wore was a stark blend of pale white, and black. Her ghostly foundation and thick penciled in black eye brows dramatically framed her smoky eyes and luscious long black eye lashes. The entire look including drop dead black lips with matching nails made her appear both sexy and scary at the same time.
She was dressed in a shiny latex garter dress with matching belt and fishnet hosiery. It was cut so low that her peach sized breasts were bulging out at the top, and it was so short that when she moved, Tiffany could see her white silk panties.
She concluded her seductive attire with a pair of steel toed jackboots. The heels of which were so high, that Tiffany was impressed the tiny Asian could even stand in them, let alone walk.
"I'm speechless," Tiffany finally spoke. "What the hell are you planning?" She asked.
"You just keep working your contacts while I... Pursue another angle," Buffy said with a wink.
"Roberta and I have plans for tonight, don't we young lady."
Roberta cast her eyes down to the floor, as Buffy gripped her arm and painfully twisted it behind her back, sadistically digging her nails into the whimpering little Asians skin.
Roberta felt a rush of sexual excitement along with her pain, it was quickly followed by a wave of humiliation and fear as she remembered the perversions these two ruthless women had subjected her to.
They had finally broken her, forced her to accept and eventually enjoy their abuse, even to the point of begging for beatings just to get off.
But still there was that nagging sense of shame and guilt that wormed its way up to the front of her mind. Even after six months at the hands of Ms. Buffy and Ms. Tiffany and a year serving her cruel master, Lord Mathews and his sadistic wife Lady Maxine Roberta still knew good from evil.
"Yes, Ms. Buffy," She said wincing from the pain in her shoulder.
"And don't worry so much," Buffy said as she hurried Roberta out the front door in a cloud of cigarette smoke. "Every man including Mr. Law and Order has a weakness and once we find it, we'll own him!"
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Six weeks later outside a small coffee shop two beautiful young woman sat sipping lattes quietly discussing their next move. . .
"Looks like," Buffy said in a hushed voice. "Our squeaky clean District Attorney isn't so innocent after all, seems he has a fondness for our little Asian seductress."
"Really?...That's fantastic." Tiffany excitedly whispered back. "I was wondering what you had planned for her."
Buffy flashed her lover a sly smile as she lit another cigarette and took in the beautiful sunrise.
"Wait, I know that smile, you've got something really damning, don't you." Tiffany said.
"Well lover, not only does our Asian spy have him wrapped around her little finger but she has pictures...And videos too.
"No SHIT!" Tiffany said in amazement. "Videos of him with a sixteen year old girl...Oh, my, Gawd."
"Here's a little taste of what she did last night, she assures me there's much more." Buffy said, sliding her cell phone across the table to Tiffany.
The hidden camera had been placed up above the action, possibly in a hanging light fixture; the overhead view was perfect and Tiffany could clearly see Mike Dawson slouching on a large leather couch, his hips pushed forward and his pants crumpled down around his ankles. His legs were obscenely splayed wide apart revealing his half erect cock waiting for attention.
"Roberta," he demanded. "I really want to fuck you tonight, I mean your blow-jobs are the best I've ever had but I really want to fuck you tonight."
Roberta let out a shy little whimper as she reluctantly entered the scene dressed like an innocent little school girl.
"She was made for this," Tiffany said to Buffy as the drama played on.
