Carla woke up, shook her head, blinked her eyes and thought about where she was. Then she remembered that she was at the political convention. She looked down, saw all the dried stuff on her legs, and remembered Babs, and Branchbaum, the governor, Professor Needling. She smiled. It had certainly been a busy time. Anyway, she had better spruce up and get ready for what promised to be another busy day. So Carla jumped up and went into the shower. She was glad for all the soap and shampoo that was there. She had a lot of cleaning up to do.
When Carla reentered the sitting room from the shower, she flipped on the television set. The station was showing the convention. As she dried off, Carla watched the picture of the convention floor and the people in their funny hats milling around while speeches were going on in the background. She was on the treadmill the hotel had provided when the television scene switched to an announcer talking about the crucial vote coming up on amending the party constitution. He was saying that it was the votes of the delegation from Sholeesa that would decide the issue. The screen switched again to show a picture of the Sholeesa Six. They were some tough looking guys. They were the only delegation who had not as yet said which side they would support. Carla looked the
delegation over. The guy in the middle, there, looked really sexy. And a couple of them looked like real wise guys, happy that their votes were so important.
The scene switched to show someone in the middle of a boring speech, and Carla began to get dressed. She wanted to be ready if the governor called.
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When the call finally came, Carla jumped out of the seat she was at and grabbed the phone. "Hello," she said.
"Ms. Wrove, this is the governor," she heard.
"Oh yes, sir," she said, "I'm so happy to hear from you." Carla felt her stomach churning. Politics was too exciting. She felt the walls of her pussy wetting. But she immediately sat up straighter. Politics was also serious business and she needed to have all her wits about her as she readied herself for her next task, whatever the governor asked her to do.
"Ms. Wrove, the party, errr, me, my wife and I, we have a task that we do believe you could perform for us today."
"Oh, thank you," Carla replied, "I am so anxious to be of help to you and the party and to continue learning all the inside stuff about politics."