Forward:
Firstly, I had to take a break from my current project, Demons Within, due to the amount of work I have had recently, and hopefully by the time you read this I will be back on track with that.
Secondly, to help me with some aspects of my work I have needed to take an interest in British Politics for reasons that will remain nameless, and it was during one of this time I had the idea for this story, which is based within the House of Commons, the main part of the UK parliament.
Thirdly, as a crash course introduction for anyone of my readers that aren't familiar with UK politics, parliament is divided in to two sections, the House of Lords and the House of Commons. The Commons is where new laws are debated until they are passed to the Lords where they are discussed further before being passed (or referred back to the commons for amendment). The Commons is governed by the Speaker of the House, an impartial figure who is supposed to keep order within the house. To the right of the Speaker sits the government, to the left the opposition. The front benches are for the leader of the party and the holders of the highest offices, Home Sectary, Chancellor of the Exchequer, Foreign Minister, Leader of the House, and their opposite figures, usually holding similar roles just with the word 'Shadow' as a prefix. The Home Sectary and the Chancellor are more often than not the next highest-level politicians after the Prime Minster. The benches behind them are for the lesser figures, and the rearmost are for the junior ministers and newcomers, these are the backbenches.
Fourthly, this is a total work of fiction. It isn't based on reality or any public figures, past, present or future. Everything that happens in this story is a product of my imagination.
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"Excuse me Miss McKay. I was wondering if we could arrange a meeting to discuss some of your suggestions?"
That was how it had all started. Those innocent words spoken after a cross party meeting. I was just a junior minister. She, the Home Secretary.
Now two years later, here I was, stark naked on her desk, my legs parted, and my thighs wrapped around her clothed hips, as she pressed her hand against my clit whilst her fingers touched the parts of my insides that sent jolts through my entire body. Her raven black hair lay softly across my chest as her lovely white teeth gently nibbled on one of my very erect nipples.
"I love how you gasp when I tease you." She tells me as she flicks my G, bringing forth a little moan from my mouth.
"And I love how you pant when you climax." She says this as her teasing stepped up a notch, lifting me a little near that point when I would begin to pant.
I know she knows exactly how easily I climax under her touch, and I know she knows that I am absolutely under her control while she is steering me towards that point.
Yes, I am putty in her hands. It wasn't exactly what I had planned two years ago, when I politely knocked on her office door. I heard a muffled 'come in' and I opened the door. To say I was shocked to see her standing next to her desk wearing nothing but scarlet silk underwear. She had one foot, encased in a stylish Italian shoe resting on her desk as she carefully eased a sheer stocking up the length of her smooth mocha thigh before fastening it to the red lace suspender belt.
"Excellent timing Miss McKay." She told me as I hurriedly shut the door behind me. "I needed a hand changing." She nodded towards a fairly conventional blue dress. One I had seen her wearing several times before. The thought wandered through my mind that she may possibly have been wearing something sexy as what she was currently wearing when I had seen her before.
I have no idea how long I stood there, my eyes savouring every perfect curve of her body. She had her hair up that day, which in my opinion complimented her shoulders and neck and I was half dreaming about how it would feel to nuzzle in to the silken skin that shaped that graceful joining of her body.
"Miss McKay?" Her voice tinged with humour nudged its way in to my short-lived fantasy and I rapidly averted my eyes back to the dress. I managed to regain a little control of my body and collected the dress for where it lay then passed it to her, my gaze taking in the subtle pattern on the rug under her elegant black shoes.
I think it was that there was no hint of apology for her inviting me in while she was in a state of undress that warmed my face. It was as if it was an everyday occurrence... or done by design.
After I had zipped her dress up, we sat down and talked over the suggestions I hade made to implement changes in how the government worked with the Security Service. As an ex-member of Her Majesties Armed Forces, particularly my tenure with the Intelligence Corps, I had experience working with GCHQ and MI5. As she was the Home Secretary, those sections fell directly under the control of her office.
After the meeting concluded, she sat back in her chair, those deep brown eyes weighing me up.
"You're a lesbian aren't you." The words were factual, not questioning or insulting, just a statement of fact.
"I am." I replied, although with my hair cut in to a short pixie style and wearing a trouser suit and white shirt, I thought I looked typically stereotypical dyke, which to be fair was my intention.
"Was that why you left the army?" That had been a direct question. One that had made me shift in my chair a little.
"I left because I felt my future lay on a different path." I replied trying to keep my face as deadpan as possible.
The corner of her mouth curled up in to a smirk that unleashed a gazillion butterflies in my stomach. "Good answer." She complimented. "I think you are destined for far bigger things Miss McKay."
I felt the tip of my tongue run around my very dry lips. "I just want to serve my country as best as I can."
That same smirk hit me again, aggravating the butterflies so they whirled round and round generating a heat that made me cross my legs. Either she had known exactly how to press my buttons or my grip on reality was loose, and I was getting turned on by the Home Secretary smiling. I managed a weak smile in return, whilst hoping my face wasn't too flushed.
I suppose if anyone had found out about our slightly illicit relationship, they would say I slept my way up the ladder. Truth be told, I suppose I had in a way, but after that first meeting, she had offered to teach me the finer points of being a successful politician. A tiny part had wanted to refuse, wanting to prove I could succeed on my own merits, but I had been in politics long enough to know that advice was like gold and should be accepted graciously when offered. Obviously, I asked what she wanted in return, but the only reply I got to that was; "I'm sure I will think of something."
The something became fairly apparent a few weeks later. I was due to make a small address to the House and had asked for advice on the content. She read my draft speech carefully from behind her desk, her black rimmed glasses made her eyes look even more beautiful, and I had been fantasising that she was nude from the waist down, but I couldn't tell as I could only see her upper body. A polite cough dragged me from that make-believe office to the real one, where she was looking at me intently, that smirk on her lips again.
"This is very good." She indicated the sheaf of papers that now lay on the green inlaid leather of her desk. "The question is, can you deliver it?"
In my defence, I was a little off balance from my slightly over active mind daydreaming, followed by her admittance that my address was good. So instead of replying I sat and gaped for far too long.
