This is a commission and somewhat of a joint effort with a fan and fellow writer named Scooter111. This goes into some areas I don't have a large amount of experience in, so please keep that in mind. I hope you all enjoy it.
Civilized Behavior
Verity Imakunte strode down the hall like she owned it. People moved to the side and even those who didn't know her or know who she was could feel the self-assured, "I am in Charge" vibe that seemed to radiate from her. Her whole body seemed to give off a "Don't even think of fucking with me" vibe that even the densest person could pick up on.
The woman was reading some documents that another woman walking next to her was handing her. Sophie, Verity's daughter, and un-official aide was slightly taller, but her body, mannerisms, and her attitude were a near perfect copy of her mother, even though she was actually her step-daughter. She didn't have quite the presence as she was younger, but anyone with half a brain could tell that she was destined to follow her mother's footsteps into the realm of politics and power.
Both women were wearing tight turtlenecks that clung to their very shapely bodies and showcased their large tits quite nicely. They both wore their hair in bob's, and long skirts going down past their knees. Their stocking clad legs just barely showed off between the enclosed heels and bottom of the skirts.
"Probably got some kinky thong shit underneath that posh bullshit exterior" a man thought as he watched them power down the hallway from a committee meeting.
The man was walking behind them, also reading a folder, looking just like any other person in the building doing the same thing and going about the standard business you would expect in a office building for Members of Parliament.
But the file he was reading had nothing to do with the government. It had various photos and a short write up on four women, two of which were swaggering in front of him. The man nodded as the two women went into their office and he kept walking. He walked down the hall, took the stairs down and walked out the front door. He moved down the sidewalk for a bit and then down into a tube station. He waited a bit and got onto a train. It was mid-morning, so not hugely packed, with everyone now at work and in school. He sat down and another man, dressed a lot more roughly sat next to him. They road the tube a few stops and then the man got out and the other man followed him a bit further back. He ended up in a pub and sat down at the bar. After a bit the man sat next to him. After getting a beer, the first man spoke.
"Okay, we have a deal. Once it's done, she votes how we say. If she fails to do so, your mob is going to last as long as it takes to make one phone call."
The rough looking man paled just a bit but nodded. "Ain't to issue mate. She'll make every meeting and every session you need her to and vote exactly like you want. You got the stuff?"
The man simply stood up and left, leaving his briefcase on the floor next to the thug's foot.
The man finished his beer and took the case. He left and pulled out a cellphone. He dialed a number from memory and then said, "Got it mate, we're set."
Later that day, outside London, a car pulled up next to a stately manor house. The car honked several times until the handyman came out and talked to the driver. The driver drove off and the handyman went back to his work. Later that day he came into the kitchen for a cup of tea.
He was a bit early this time and he carefully pulled down the special, expensive tea that was reserved for Ms. Imakunte and her daughter's special tea parties. After making sure no one was around, he mixed in some powder and then put it back. He then sat back down and smiled when the maid came in. She didn't notice anything amiss and the handyman had his tea. The maid asked who the car had been, and the man said it had been some punks from the city who had gotten lost and needed some directions.
Later that night the man made another phone call. The next day another man visited "The Packer" in the minimum-security prison. The Packer, or "The Meatpacker" as he was known to many, was the head of a gang of thugs and pimps. He and some of his mates had been rounded up during a raid on a after-hour club. While the cops couldn't pin anything really bad on him, he had enough drugs and a small knife that had gotten him a couple of years sentence. He had been able to work some things out and was now in the work release program. But then they got a new warden, and she had cracked down hard. He had gotten into some trouble and had been offered a chance to do a "volunteer" program that the warder was pushing or get busted into regular prison for 3 to 5 years more on some trumped-up charges. He had been ready to refuse and tell the haughty bitch to go fuck herself when he had received an offer from someone who wanted his help.
And the help offered promised many fun opportunities.
"Done Packer."
"You sure? This had better be tied up nice or you are not going to like what I do to you."
The younger thug swallowed. "We're good Packer, swear it. My uncle slipped it in, no one wiser. He said he hopes you have fun."
"You pay him?"
"Yeah, although I think he might o' done it for free. He's still pissed as fuck about how that bitch stole the manor from his old boss in the divorce and fired everyone. He said he hopes you make it hurt."
Packer smiled a nasty smile and punk paled a bit.
"Oh, she'll be begging me to make it hurt when I'm done with that cunt of hers. And the warden and that new fuckable guard."
The young thug followed his boss's eyes over to the guard in question and licked his lips. "I wouldn't mind a piece of that myself Packer. Hell, I'll take whatever is left of her."
Packer laughed evilly and smiled. "This works out and I'll let you and the boys have the bitch as a toy. Okay, now we wait."
SEVERAL DAYS LATER
"Yes, myself and my daughter are both very happy with the vote. This is a huge step in women's rights and in cleaning up this country. And I hope that these instructional videos will help get people to understand about what it means to be truly civilized and properly behaved. The low morals of many are reinforced by poor behavior, and bad upbringing and we intend to fix that via this law and by our other activities. Yes, thank you. Goodbye."
Verity smiled as she hung up her cellphone. She smiled at her stepdaughter. "Another article coming down on our side."
"Wonderful mother. You have a touch with getting people to see things your way."
"No dear, see things the PROPER way. Look at you, once I explained to you about your father, you immediately understood how wrong he was, and you were such a great help in making sure he paid for his misbehavior."
