"I'm sorry Resa, but I just can't put my support behind this bill, you're a political death trap after that last scandal and anything with your name on it is too." Samuel informed her with his voice full of the appropriate amount of sorrow, but the greedy pig of a man couldn't keep the smug satisfaction out of his eyes. It was the fifth such rejection that Theresa had received in as many days. All of her old supporters and supposed allies had been treating her like she was radioactive waste after some cowboy reporter had accused one of her campaign managers of corruption. That was a mark on her name that Theresa had been spending the last year doing everything she could to remove.
"Sam, these are kids we're talking about here, you're really going to leave them high and dry like this?" Theresa did not beg, she didn't get into this position by begging for it, she had worked hard to earn her place in the political scene, and now she could see it all just slipping away.
"Look, Resa, I feel sorry for those kids too, but it doesn't change the fact that you just don't have the influence to pull this together." Samuel responded to her with a sigh, the phone on his desk suddenly beeping. "And that's my next appointment, look, I'm sorry Resa, I really am, but I can't help you."
Theresa had to fight the urge to snarl as she walked out of Samuel's office, her fingers clenching in a white-knuckle grip around the ream of papers she had brought with her. Papers that Samuel hadn't glanced at even once, preferring to stare at her chest instead.
Samuel had always been a pig, and from the moment that Theresa had entered the political scene, the overweight asshole had been hinting to her that if she wanted to get ahead, she should show some skin to certain individuals, such as himself. That was probably why she had made a point of arriving to the meeting in a tailored grey pantsuit, making sure that her long legs and admittedly very prominent curves were covered completely. Her brown hair had been tied back into a no-nonsense bun, and her green eyes were shimmering with her repressed anger behind her designer glasses as she walked towards her car, ignoring the questioning gazes of the people that were on the way to her destination.
Damn it all, she needed a drink. She needed to get away from everything and let her hair down for the night. Luckily, she knew just the place where she could go and relax, be just another face in the crowd and enjoy herself for the rest of the evening.
The lights in the club were colorful but dim, creating a tapestry of differing hues across bare skin and provocative clothing alike. The music was loud, sending vibrations that echoed throughout her entire form. Theresa was standing by the bar counter, her hair done up and resting atop her head and wearing a glittering purple dress. This was her favorite place in the city when she needed to get away from her public life, a place where no one knew her name.
"Miss, a drink from the gentlemen down the way," the bartender told her, sliding a glass of something glowing in the multicolored lights towards her whilst pointing at a pair of young men sitting down by the opposite end of the bar. Ah, there was the distraction she needed.
Taking the drink with a smile and a nod to the bartender, Theresa made sure to drop a tip on the counter for him as she made her way over to the pair. The two of them were the bosomy politician's favorite type: young, horny, and quite muscular.
"So, which of you lovely studs bought me this drink?" Theresa inquired, smiling at them over the rim before she tossed back the small drink, downing it.
"Ah, um, I did!" Chimed in the young man on the left, clearly nervous but filled with hopeful anticipation of the direction he was clearly hoping events would go for the evening.
