Early the next afternoon I got a call from the lobbyist. There was a political event coming up the next weekend. Friday night was casual fund raising party followed the next day by general activities for a list of some of the regulars at the top of the Republican ranks.
"You have your money together, don't you? It's two thousand for me to lobby and five thousand for the candidate. Leave the name blank on your contribution. He may want it in his fund or may want it directed to a PAC that will use it to campaign for him."
"So, what all do you do for your two thousand?" I asked.
"I just did it. I got you in the door."
"What should we wear?"
"Before you do anything, get yourself to the Clerk so you can go in there as a registered Republican. Otherwise, you are pissing your money away. Then get yourself a casual shirt that costs at least a hundred dollars and spend another hundred or so on some nice slacks."
"Okay, a little above my usual level of spending. What should my wife wear?"
"Kenny says she's a real looker. The man you want to help you sweats LDS from his pores and shits LDS out his ass. Dress her modestly, but sharp. Make sure she is suited up in her garment. We don't want him looking for a slip of skin and not seeing a garment. Ken said he wasn't sure she was wearing hers at his office. Plus, his wife is a real hard ass. She thinks every woman is a slut that talks to him."
We ended up going to Dillard's and spending two fifty on a dress that fairly screams "Relief Society". Kay had never spent that kind of money and would have preferred a half dozen new outfits more suiting to our stature. It was pretty funny. Kay claimed it made her look like her mother. I told her more like her grandmother. Even so, Kay seemed up to the task and was really looking forward to going.
Friday took forever to come, but seemed like it sneaked up on us, too. Kay looked good in her Mormon duds. It covered more on her than she would like, but the night was worth maybe as much as twenty five grand if we could avoid our problems with State regulators. Dressed as she was, she still looked fucking hot. You still tell she had a nice figure with the dress below her knees.
As we were driving out to the party Kay complained about not getting to wear something fancy.
"Maybe I can offset the old lady dress by giving you a blow job while you drive."
"Maybe you should behave like you are sitting in church.
"You'd be surprised what I could do in church."
Upon arrival, I turned the SUV over to valet parking. We were greeted at the door by a very self confident gentleman that acted like he owned the place. I had seen him on the news. He had been in some kind of trouble for his financial dealing where people had lost a lot of money. Probably that was what built the house we were in and where the money comes from he throws around on parties like this to stay out of jail.
I didn't like him, but that's how things work in Utah. I told him who we were and he knew we were guests of the lobbyist. He waved to him and he came over to introduce us around, describing us as someone wanting to take an interest in backing some candidates,
The idea of money seemed to appeal to everyone, but the real interest was the men's interest in Kay. She had kicked herself in some kind of higher mode as if she always wanted to hobnob with a bunch of assholes like this. The dress didn't hide the moves Kay was making under it and two layers of underwear.
I hadn't met our lobbyist yet. After an early round of hellos he got us off into a quiet spot to tell us what to expect and get us ready to meet the slime ball wanting my five grand to peddle his influence. Then he took my check. We chit-chatted until our man seemed to have a break.
After introductions he suggested that the lobbyist bring the check by his office on Monday. Fine for him. This guy was late fifties, early sixties. I had seen him wearing suits that cost more than my car and always looking like he had just had a hundred dollar haircut. Even his causal clothes screamed money.
After that we were having a lot of fun. The lobbyist went on to other people. We found some people that were good to talk to and seemed interested in us. Our politician asked to dance with Kay in the middle of a song. It ended quickly so they stayed out to dance the next one. A much slower dance. Kay moved right into his arms like they had know each other for years. The old boy was really enjoying himself as he seemed to be watching her D-Cups bounce.
He stopped by me as her returned Kay and told me how much he enjoyed Kay. She gave me a big wink.
"Did the old bastard try something with you?"
"No, of course not. He's really sweet. I think he was trying to see if he could get my tits against his chest. I managed to stay just far enough way."
"He had better not being trying some shit."
"The reason he couldn't get any closer was because I could feel his cock poking me in my tummy."
"The got a hardon dancing with you?"
"Sure, don't you sometimes?"
I didn't know what to say.
About eleven o'clock the crowd was starting to thin out. It was a long drive back and the road was pretty dark and not well marked. As I was trying to find an excuse to leave the Legislator came back to talk again, standing beside Kay he put his hand on her back from time to time.
"We probably should be getting ready to go. I don't know the road down for up here that well."
"Let me have one more dance with your lovely wife."
I couldn't say no, and Kay was soon on the dance floor in his arms again. Kay was laughing and having seemed to be having a good time.
"He seems to be enjoying your wife." A petite woman about fifty was standing beside me.
Even with the age she was a beautiful woman.
"Oh, do you think so?" I asked.
"I should know. He is my husband. He always makes himself look silly with some young thing when he gets a chance. But, don't worry, he won't do anything to keep him away from my Daddy's money. Sometimes I wish he would go pay some whore and get it over with."
"You sound a little upset."
"Not a little upset. A little drunk. This isn't Sprite in my glass. Not in half the glasses here, either."
The dance ended. Kay started back in my direction. When the politician saw his wife talking to me he changed course, ending up talking to our lobbyist for a few minutes. The politician's wife introduced herself to my wife. They were getting along well from what I could tell.
"Well, we have kids to get home to so he sitter can leave. Let me use the bathroom again before we go."
I don't know why Kay lied, the kids were with their grandparents.
As I stayed to talk some more, I saw Kay intercepted by the lobbyist. They talked a few minutes. Kay laughed and waved to me. The lobbyist talked to some other clients as Kay went down the hall.
It must have been nearly an hour before I saw Kay again. She was outside on a balcony. She smiled when she saw me.
"Where you been?"
"Waiting on you. There was a line at the restroom and everyone wanted to talk. I figured you would work your way out here when you were ready."
