Kelsi Monroe worked busily in her office. The councilwoman was on the verge of creating a new reform which would crack down even harsher on the rate of prostitution growing rampant throughout the city. It was everywhere, the filth and moral decline which affected decent, law-abiding citizens such as herself.
One common foe she found was Kyle Anderson. He was renowned for running one of the largest sex slave and drug operations in the world but every time charges were brought up, none could stick. A knock came at door and her nervous secretary Julie came in.
"What is it?" she snapped.
"It's the investigator you hired Mrs. Monroe," Julie stammered, avoiding eye contact, "the one for the Anderson case."
"Well don't just stand there like a fucking bird!" Kelsi yelled, "let him in!"
Julie nodded and backed out, the investigator staggered shortly after. He looked disheveled as if he had been hit by a car.
"Marshall!" she sneered, standing up, "what is this?"
The usually healthy looking man panted, winded and sweaty. "I didn't get anything. I got through the gate and..."
Kelsi threw up her hands. "Why do I even bother with you? You've nearly jeopardized my entire case against them!"
After she kicked him out, the battered investigator got on the elevator and walked out into the street, seeing Kyle and Victoria standing across from City Hall, nodding at him to come over.
"How'd she take it?" Kyle asked without looking at him.
"Not good as you could imagine," Marshal replied, "she fired me from the case."
"Interesting," Victoria said, "Well, good thing you decided to uphold your end of the deal."
She opened the backdoor to the car and handed him a briefcase filled with money.
"Now drive away and don't look back," Victoria then said, "and then we'll tell Craig to let that sexy wife of yours go."
Marshall gulped and got in the car, speeding off. Victoria laughed and turned to Kyle, handing him another briefcase. "Would you rather I wait or head back home?"
"You can head on back," Kyle replied coldly, "I intend on making my stand clear with our esteemed public servant."
Victoria smirked and kissed him hard. "No mercy baby."
Kyle smiled as their lips separated. "And no surrender."
******
Kyle entered the bustling building and quickly charmed his way up the floor where Kelsi's office was located.
"Hello there," he said to the receptionist on the floor he was directed to.
"Well hi," she said, looking at him and licking her lips as she stood, revealing a mouthwatering array of cleavage in her white and gray top. The nameplate on her desk read Joanna.
"I'm here to speak with Ms. Monroe," he said with his trademark grin, "I'm Kyle Anderson."
The secretary's eyes beamed. "THE Kyle Anderson?!"
Kyle smiled and nodded. "The one and only."
She licked her lips again and looked down. "Is it true what they say?"
"Biggest dick in the industry," he laughed.
"Mmm..." she moaned, biting her bottom lip, "well, you do understand with this being a government building and all that I must pat you down. Make sure you carrying any weapons or... contraband."
"Feel free," Kyle replied, raising his arms.
Joanna smiled and grabbed his shirt, pulling him into the supply closet behind his desk. She locked in behind them and they began to kiss passionately, Kyle groping her juicy ass as she hurriedly undid his belt and pants, watching with awe as they fell to the floor, revealing his massive throbbing dick.
Soon, he was furiously pounding her in doggy, his cock wet with her pussy juice as he hammered her.
"FUCK!!!!" Joanna screamed, holding onto the mop sink as he bashed her pussy in.
She then sat on the low shelf and spread her legs, kissing him again as he entered her in missionary.
"YES!! Give me all that fat hard dick!!!" she begged, Kyle sucking her tits.
They kept at it for the longest time, Kyle finally grunting and dumping a massive load in her tight pussy only after she had came 7 times. Kyle pulled out and chuckled, admiring his handiwork, Joanna panting and laying back, her pussy overflowing with his cum.
"Fuck, that was fantastic!" she panted, "no wonder those sluts in those videos can't get enough."
"The videos your boss wants to get rid of," Kyle replied, getting dressed.
Joanna nodded, pulling her dress back on. She cracked the door open and made sure no one was nearby as they made their way, kissing again.
"I wonder if you make house calls, Kyle," she said as they went back out in the main floor."
"I'd be happy to," Kyle replied with a grin.
She gave him her number and address, Kyle making his way to Kelsi's office.
******
Kelsi was overlooking her plans for tougher and more brutal police methods in handling cases of prostitution when the door opened. That face. The smiling, cocky, cool blue eyed and fiery haired face of Kyle Anderson.
"Hello Kelsi," he greeted, his grin never leaving even for a second.
"Mr. Anderson," she replied coldly, "shouldn't you be off somewhere with your pants down in some dingy whorehouse?"
"Oh I'm fine," he answered, "but thank you for the offer."
She scowled and sat at her desk. "Well, sit down if you intend on staying here."
He smirked and sat on the edge of her desk, Kelsi uncomfortably shifting her gaze as it seemed his eyes were roaming her entire body.
"So how is everything?" he asked suddenly after a creepy silence, somewhat startling her, "What's new?"
