"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.
"Well then," began Theresa as she slid into the young man's lap, settling down to rest her plump derriere against his hips with a smirk. "That means you get a head start, and you get to buy my next one, and we'll see how the rest of the night goes." She finished, turning to the other young man and favoring him with a flirty smile and a quick flash of creamy cleavage from her low-cut dress. With the promise of a rowdy night with an attractive and soon-to-be drunk woman, both young men couldn't begin buying her drinks quickly enough, and Theresa played along with their more than obvious desires, pretending not to notice when a hand or gaze lingered too long on an inappropriate spot, teasing both men until they seemed to come to a decision, nodding to each other in agreement over her head before getting up and practically frog-marching her into a secluded back room.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me like you mean it damnit! Put your fucking balls into it!" Theresa growled as the two drunk college athletes held her aloft between the two of them, her dress pulled down and tugged to the side to expose her large breasts, which the lucky young men were taking advantage of by biting and sucking on them, as well as her long and shapely legs, which were wrapped around the waist of the hung stud lucky enough to be fucking her horny womanhood. Theresa had an arm around the necks of each of the young men, holding onto them and relying on them to keep her from falling as they casually bounced her up and down on their cocks.
Soon, the stamina of the two supposed football stars proved to be too much for the poor councilwoman, and Theresa began to climax between the two, crying out and clawing at their shoulders as her pussy squirted all over the both of them.
It took the two anonymous young men a little while longer before they finally came, both of them grunting and squeezing her between the two of them, practically crushing Theresa as they filled up both of her holes with jizz. It took the three of them a little bit longer to clean up after that, the cum from both young men occasionally trickling down Theresa's inner thighs, and for some reason she found she just couldn't be bothered to care as she stepped out of the back room, only to run right into Brent Meyers, one of the first men who had rejected her proposal.
"Well, well, well. Look who we have here: Theresa Macciano, slutting it up like a proper whore. Are you really getting that desperate for votes?" Brent taunted her, his voice cruel. The old lech had despised her ever since she was first elected, making no secret that he thought she belonged under a desk rather than behind it. "What would the press think if someone found you like this~? It's a good thing I'm going to keep quiet about this." The old bastard said in the fakest voice Theresa had ever heard, one hand on her shoulder, pushing her down to her knees as the other fished his cock out from his pants. "Take out those fat tits of yours and get to work you dumb bitch."
