When working on their campaign trips, Erin and Becky put in extremely long hours. The day started with an early morning staff meeting, then phone calls, interviews and coordination of the many events the campaign was organizing.
Today, the campaign was running focus groups with swing voters. In particular, male voters had been targeted to participate in these groups since the support among that demographic was still a bit lagging.
Erin welcomed a group of twelve middle aged men that morning and worked them through the protocol in order to get sufficient feedback. What are the most important issues in the election? What are the voters concerned with? How likely are they to support Kevin Ryan for President?
The feedback from the group had been very positive. Maybe that was not surprising considering how these men were consuming Erin with their eyes.
It was a warm day in Iowa and she had chosen a tight tank top with a colorful blazer matched with a pair of jeans that accentuated her incredible ass. Erin had taken off her blazer at some point and her skimpy top did not hide much of her breasts. She looked more like a waitress in a sketchy bar working for tips than a campaign official conducting a focus group.
The group had been very complimentary about the candidate except for two men sitting in the front row. The blond man had the typical appearance of an endurance athlete: tall, skinny but toned. The gray haired man was much more muscular and had broad shoulders and a thick neck.
Erin focused on these two men in particular as they seemed skeptical of her political message. She always tried to convince undecided voters of the appeal of Kevin Ryan.
Soon, though, the time was up and Erin dismissed the members of the focus group. The two gentlemen in the front row needed a bit more work and she felt like continuing with them ... alone and behind closed doors.
She slipped a note into the campaign literature that was distributed to them.
"Meet me in room 112 at the Marriott tonight at 9pm."
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"What are you doing tonight, Erin?" asked Becky.
"I need to do a bit more ... research ... with the men that were part of the focus group today."
"Two men? That sounds like fun," replied Becky. "I will meet Sven again tonight. We are flying to Michigan tomorrow and he wants to tell me a few things before we leave."
Erin smiled. Becky was going to be sore tomorrow. But also very satisfied. Hopefully, the same could be said for her.
"See you tomorrow at the airport! Don't be late for our flight!"
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Erin was lying on the bed with her phone pressed to her ear. She wore only silk panties and a bra that did not leave anything to the imagination. She had spent the last hour getting ready for her date this evening. That included a light meal, a long bath, and then the selection of her underwear. Now, all that was left was a call with Tim to report on her plans.
"Hi, babe. How was your day?" She began innocently, waiting for his response.
"Yes, I had a busy day, too," she continued.
"I was interviewing likely voters all day. And now I am trying to have a bit of fun."
"No, not with Becky. She is busy with Sven. He is probably plowing her as we speak."
"Yes, I did find some company. They are coming over soon. Yes, two guys, you are right. They are a little older but look like they are in great shape. I hope that they will make it worth my while. We confirmed via email after I slipped them a note."
"Yes, babe, my panties are already wet. Actually, they are soaked. The anticipation of a good fuck is killing me."
"OK, babe, I will leave the phone on so that you can listen. I will try to be loud so that you have some entertainment and can jerk off."
"Yes, they are coming now and then ..."
