As Carla and Victor walked into the corridor on the floor where the Sholeesa delegation was staying, Carla noticed a bunch of guys standing in the hallway in front of one of the hotel rooms. She recognized them as the same group she had seen on television earlier, the Sholeesa delegation. Close up, they looked even tougher than they had looked on television. A couple of them were smoking cigars even though this was a no smoking hotel. As she and Victor walked by the group, the delegation guys made some lewd comments. They looked at her up and down and snickered. After she and Victor passed the group and turned the corner of the corridor, Victor told her that Manny Omega Turner, the group's leader, had not been among the men in front of the hotel room, so she should wait for him. He would be up in just a few minutes. Then Victor disappeared and Carla was in the corridor all alone.
She looked back into the main corridor and saw that the delegation group had gone into their room. After a few moments, the elevator door opened and Manny Turner
walked out.
Here goes, Carla said to herself and approached Turner. "Pardon me," she said, "but aren't you Manny Turner?"
"And who is asking?" Turner replied.
"Oh, my name is Carla Wrove," Carla said, "and I am a student of political science at the university. I am studying politics here at the convention, and I thought that an interview with a delegation leader, someone like yourself, would be really informative."
"This interview isn't because of the upcoming vote on the platform, is it?" Turner said.
Carla blushed, "I don't know why you would say that. I saw you and your delegation on television. You guys seemed to know a lot about politics."
Turner stared at Carla for what seemed to be at least a half minute. "How did you know where our room was?"
Carla thought for a second. "Oh, I asked one of the hotel employees, a handyman, Victor was his name, and he told me. He said that probably you would be glad to be interviewed."
"He said that, did he," Turner said. "Well, if Victor said it, it must be true. Ok, let's step into my room and we'll do our interview." He opened his door, and Carla followed him into the room. The door to the adjoining room was open and Carla noticed the other member of the delegation there. They were still smoking their cigars and were sitting around a table playing cards.
Carla sat down opposite Turner.
"You wanted an interview, but you don't have anything to write on. You don't even have a pen or pencil," he said.
"Oh, I'll remember the important things. Really, I just want to find out something about how politics works."
"Ok, ask away."
Carla wasn't ready. She didn't really have any questions prepared. She just looked at the delegation leader and smiled.
"No questions," he said. "You sure you aren't here to find out how we plan to vote on the platform issue tomorrow?"
Carla blushed. This wasn't going too well. "Oh no, of course not," she said, "I'm just a college student in the graduate program and I want to learn about politics so that someday maybe I can get involved."
"Strand up," Turner suddenly commanded.
Carla stood.
"Over here," he said, pointing to a spot in front of where he was sitting.
Carla moved to the spot he had indicated.
As she stood there, Turner just looked at her. He then stood up too, standing just a few inches from her. "You really just a college girl trying to find out about politics?" he asked.
Carla nodded.
"I was wondering," Turner said, "because I saw you walking out of the governor's suite last night."
Carla didn't know what to say. She was beginning to be afraid that she had blown her chance to find out about the delegation's vote.
"When I saw you leaving the governor's suite, you looked like you had been really busy in there, very busy."
Carla gulped. She noticed, too, that Turner had a hard on.
"Why do I believe you are here spying for the governor?" he said.
"I don't know why," she replied.
"Because you look kind of suspicious. Turn around," he suddenly told Carla.
She turned around. She felt his hands on her shoulders. They began moving down to her waist, around to her stomach and then up towards her breasts. His hands cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them. He moved a little closer and Carla felt his prick pushing through his pants and against her ass. In spite of herself, she began to feel a little horny. She was a spy, after all, and sex was part of the spying game she thought. And spying, she realized, was a real turn on.
"I'm checking to see if you are wearing a recording device," he said. He turned Carla around so that she was facing him.
He lifted her skirt and put his hands between her legs, touching her cunt. "No recording device there either. But, what do you know," he added, "you seem to be wet there. Pussy juice flowing?"
Carla thought that maybe she could use where this was obviously going to her advantage. Maybe she could get his mind off of the idea that she was a spy. She looked down and saw that, if anything, that his hard on had grown. She thought that she ought to let it look as if sex was his idea. Carla knew that that was the way politics worked, let the other side think that the idea you wanted to happen came from the other side. He had mentioned the platform vote twice now. She hadn't mentioned it even once. Obviously it was on his mind. Maybe he planned to use it as a bargaining chip. He was a man, so Carla thought that he might want to use it to bargain for sex. He wasn't too bad looking. And he was obviously well hung. She guessed it wasn't such a bad idea.
Carla felt her pussy juice flowing, her nipples hardening, and her clit swelling. Then she looked down and saw that Manny Turner's erection had grown even larger and was poking through his pants like a steel rod. She decided she might as well seize the moment. She sat down opposite Turner and spread her knees just enough to give him a view of her now pussy-juice-wet panties.
Turner seemed unable to avert his gaze from her crotch. His hard on had grown and was threatening to rip through his pants.
She wanted to reach out her hand, unzip his fly and grab his prick. But she had to let it all seem as if sex was his idea. She looked at Turner. "What first got you interested in politics?" she asked.
He didn't answer. He continued to stare at the space between her knees. "Fuck what first got me interested in politics," he said. "spread those legs of yours a bit more."
Carla decided to act a bit shocked. "What?" she said.
"You heard me. Spread those legs. Don't you think I could see you looking at my hard on." He took her hand and placed it against where his prick was poking against his pants.
"Oh you, you're so big. Oh, I don't know."
