I was settling back into a routine of hard work mixed with servicing my boss, the Congresswoman, with my fingers and tongue, and Judge Ada and the Senator's wife, Susan, with my cock. At $800 to a grand per session with the latter two, I was starting to put away a little nest-egg. I'd have given it all up, though, if I could only have my boss, DH, as my lover. Even though she was 20 years older than me, I didn't care. I was in love with her, and wanted her.
There were no major bills in front of Congress, so our days were routine; a mix of meeting with constituents, schmoozing with the powerful, attending to the parade of lobbyists, and being in attendance for voting. One thing DH was adamant about was that she was on the floor for votes. It looked good at election time. I was busy, as usual, but not with a lot of pressure.
There was pressure coming, though, and we both knew it. Nelson Redfield had declared that he would run against DH in the primary, and we both knew that he'd run a dirty campaign that would harm her in the general even if she beat him. Weakened by the battle in the primary, she'd be vulnerable to the other party's candidate, whoever it was. We had a P.I. working up a file on Redfield, and it was DH's intent to cut him off at the knees before the campaign even started. She kept telling me she had some ideas, but was not forthcoming with information.
She did, however, give me another "bonus" after my part in convincing Senator Ted Rule to vote against a bill that she had been stalling in her committee, afraid to send it to the House. Once she knew it would be defeated in the Senate, she had released it and as predicted, it was passed quickly. We tracked the debate in the Senate afterwards, on pins and needles that someone else might change their vote and the bill would pass, certain to be signed into law by the President. When it was defeated, with Ted Rule's vote being the swing, she called me into her office.
"Great work, Michael. We win again," she said as she mixed herself a bourbon and me a martini. "I think you've earned a reward." My mind immediately jumped to the conclusion I hoped for: that she would finally let me fuck her. My fantasy was interrupted when she continued. "What time will we finish tonight?" she asked.
"I don't know, probably 9-ish," I replied.
"Okay, here's what I want you to do......"
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At 9:30 pm I called Domino's and ordered a large pizza. When the fellow asked for a delivery address, I told him I'd come by and pick it up. I left the house immediately after the phone call, dressed in an old pair of jeans and plaid shirt I had brought from home in case I ever found time to go hiking or get out in the woods. With my Chuck Taylors and a stocking cap I looked like any undergrad from Georgetown. And very possibly, I even looked like a Domino's delivery guy.
After picking up the pizza, a 2 liter Coke, plus a few bread sticks for the drive over, I set out for DH's place. When I got there I parked out front. I could see that Karl had been dismissed for the evening; the Town Car was nowhere to be seen. I bounded up the steps, pizza and Coke in hand, and knocked crisply at her front door.
"Who is it?" came the call from inside.
"Pizza delivery," I answered back. I saw the peephole go dark as she confirmed it was me from the other side of the door.
"Just a minute," she said, and I heard the chain and deadbolt being released. The door swung open and there she stood in a very sexy satin nightgown that hung to her knees. The top was lace, cut low, which revealed her ample cleavage. Through the sheer material I could see that she was braless beneath it and could faintly discern the curve of her breasts and two nipples pushing against the fabric.
"Come in," she said. "I have to get my purse." I walked in and she shut the door behind me. "How much is it?" I set the pizza and Coke down on the table in the entry hall.
"Um, twenty dollars," I replied, picking a figure out of the air. She reached into her purse and pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to me.
"Sorry," she said. "But that's all I've got. I don't have anything for a tip." She looked at me expectantly.
"Well that kind of sucks," I said, playing the part she had asked me to. "Most people tip me 20% or so."
"Oh, well I just don't have any more cash." She thought for a minute. "I could offer you something to eat, but you probably don't want that if you work in a pizza place." She laughed.
"No, I'd rather have my 20%," I answered.
"Well is there anything I can give you instead of the cash? Anything you'd like?"
"I'd like to have my 20% is what I'd like, really," I repeated.
"What if I show you my boob? Would you like that?" Again with the expectant look.
I gave her a quick look up and down. "Sure, I'd like that."
She grabbed the left strap of her nightgown with her right hand and pulled it down her arm, pulling her hand through it. As she did, the gown fell away, exposing one creamy white breast and the proud, pink, erect nipple perched atop it. I stood there in my bluejeans and plaid shirt and gawked at her breast.
"Do you like that?" she asked.
"Heck, yeah, " I answered.
"Would you like to see the other one?" she said as she slipped the other strap off her shoulder.
"Sure," I answered.
"Come out of the hallway, then, and into the parlor," she said as she turned and walked further into the house.
"Do you want me to bring the pizza" I asked.
"No, you can leave it in the hallway. I'll get it later when I'm hungry." I followed her into the parlor and stopped when she turned towards me.
"Are you ready now? Do you want to see them both?" This was actually starting to turn me on.
"Sure," I answered, and with that she pulled her other arm through the strap and exposed her second breast, every bit as beautiful as the first. I wanted so badly to go to her and touch them, kiss them, suckle on them. But I held back. I was waiting for my reward.
"So is this a pretty good tip?" she asked as I stood feasting my eyes on her bare tits.
"It's not 20%," I replied.
