Chet started his job six weeks after his interview. He was so excited about the prospects of working in the school of politics at this wonderful university. He had his whole life planned. Work here for a few years, build up his resume, then start applying for jobs with Congressmen or Senators he hoped to meet on the job. They were always around the school. After a few years doing that, making inroads, he'd be ready to help steer the nation. He'd be a powerbroker!
He was ambitious and sometime a little grandiose in his thinking, but he was young and that's how it was supposed to work when you're young, right?
He found an apartment in a middleclass (well, slightly LOWER middleclass) neighborhood, bought some cheap furniture, filled his refrigerator with plenty of beer, wine and stuff without alcohol. He filled his cabinets with all sorts of quick meal things as he knew he'd rarely have time for a real sit down dinner. TOO busy, much too busy; he knew that's just how things would be.
A few weeks went by and he wasn't nearly as busy as he'd expected. They kept him jumping and he was getting to work on some interesting things for the various professors, but overall, he was not the 'go to' guy he expected. He still was enjoying himself, but he was getting bored. Also, even though he had begun to make some friends, he was a tad lonely and getting horny. Since he didn't really know any of his co-workers well enough, he feared 'hitting' on them too soon. He was facing a crisis.
He got home one night, tired and cranky, partly due to his horniness and lack of any real outlet other than himself. He thought about giving his Senator 'friend' a call. How would she receive him? He couldn't stand her. She would come on TV, whining away and he'd either mute the TV or change the channel all together. But she had been a hell of a lay! Would she be up for another round? He dismissed the idea for the night and went to bed. Well, he had a great jack off session first, THEN went to bed.
The next night when he got home, it was the same thing. Tired, cranky, bored, horny. "Enough he thought. What have I got to lose." He picked up the phone and called the Senator. After dialing he noticed the time and though there was no way in hell she'd be there so he'd just leave a vague message. "Shit, what was that excuse she gave for me being there? Oh, yeah it wa......"
"Hello? Senator...."
"Hi," he was caught off guard by a real person. "I'm Dick....Dick Dongman ("oh geez"), DINGMAN, sorry Dick Dingman. I had been conferring with the Senator about redecorating her apartment. Is she in or did she go home?"
"The caller ID says your name is Chet...
"That's my professional name. My real name is Dick Dingman ("oh fuck. I'm sounding like a total ass") but you can CALL me Chet. So, is she there?"
"It just so happens, she is. Hold please while I check to see if she'll accept your call."
Chet waited for an hour and a half, or two minutes, his watch was in the other room, he didn't know.
When she came on the line, she snarled, he heard it, she actually snarled. Then she inquired, in a rather piercing tone, "YOU? What do YOU want you pig? You have some nerve calling me, and at my office. I loathe you; you do realize that, right? I should have you arrested."
"For what?" asked Chet.
"I don't know. I'll make something up. What do you want? More pens?" He could hear the anger, the rage in her voice.
"No. I don't need any pens, bitch. Wanna fuck?"
"Meet me at my apartment in one hour, you filth and I'll wear your...you called yourself, DICK? Ah, asshole. I'll wear your Dick Dingman out."
"I'll wear out your asshole," he replied and hung up.
One hour to the second later, he was buzzing her doorbell. The doorman asked him his business and he replied, "I'm here to redecorate the Senator's apartment. She needs some more ideas. This is the only time I'm free."
The doorman let him into the building but said the Senator hadn't left any word with him and she wasn't home yet so Chet would have to leave. As he explained this, the Senator came rushing in, out of breath and looking frazzled.
