"Excuse me Senator?" I said as I reached to stop the door he was trying to slam in my face. I pushed it back open and stepped into his office. I'd been sitting outside his office for over a hour, I wasn't about to miss my chance. Nervously, I tucked a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear. I pushed the door shut behind me and tugged at my jacket.
"No more questions," he practically shouted as he sank his muscular frame into the plush leather chair behind his desk. "You people are out for blood and I ain't playing the game anymore. You want a fucking quote? Talk to my press secretary."
His deep southern drawl echoed through the spacious office. He'd just been grilled by the media over his latest vote, which would allow those on the no fly list to purchase a firearm. But, I knew I could use that anger and frustration to my advantage if this didn't go well.
I ignored his request and sat down on the rich, brown leather sofa directly across from his desk. I crossed my legs, not bothering to pull my skirt back down as it rode up. Rumor had it he was a leg man and I'd been told more than once that my legs were my best feature. I was hoping that would work to my advantage today.
I wasn't a reporter, but he didn't need to know that right now. The lobbying firm I worked for sent me here for one reason - to convince him to vote for a bill aiming to provide more funding to organizations promoting women's health. My boss had been clear - get a yes or get something we can use to blackmail him. Hence the short, tight black skirt and blazer I'd paired with five inch red pumps and a low cut tank top - no bra and a pair of lacy black panties. If words and facts couldn't persuade him, my tits and ass would get us the blackmail we needed.
Senator Turner was a deeply conservative senator from Mississippi. He voted no on nearly every single bill that promoted women's health. Yet, he'd been accused of sexual misconduct so many times it had become a running joke on the hill. He was pushing 50, but his wife, a former Miss Mississippi was barely 25. She was barefoot and pregnant back home in Mississippi while Senator Turner was in DC making the rounds with the newest batch of interns.
At 25 myself, I didn't look much older than those interns. I was barely five foot tall and a hundred pounds soaking wet, which thanks to my insatiable libido, I usually was. My breasts easily filled my DD cups and my ass was firm and round thanks to years of squats and lunges.
I sat across from his desk and chewed on the end of my pen, waiting for him to look up from his phone. Impatiently, I swung my foot. Each kick pushed my skirt up higher.
Thanks to my job, I had ample experience seducing members of congress, it's why I was one of the top paid lobbyists in Washington. I was damn good at my job. I'd only been with America for Women for three months and the irony of my new position wasn't lost on me. I was a woman fighting for women's equality and rights while using my pussy to earn yes or no votes from middle aged, powerful men. But, I enjoyed my job and I enjoyed fucking even more.
Senator Turner finally looked back up at me, stunned I was still there.
"Young lady, you have a lot of nerve," he said as he slammed his hands on his desk. "I said no more fucking reporters."
"Oh, I'm not a reporter," I answered calmly. I undid the button of my jacket and gently draped it over the back of the couch. I smiled as his eyes bulged as he took in my tan skin and robust cleavage. The thin spaghetti straps of my tank top strained to hold my breasts up. My nipples were hard thanks to the chill in the office, they pointed through the thin fabric. I was fairly certain he could see the brown circle of my nipples through the white shirt.
"Then who are you?" He said, his voice trailed off as he caught sight of my leg swinging back and forth.
"I am glad you asked," I said as I leaned forward, squeezing my arms against my breasts forcing them the practically burst free. I knew I was playing with fire. I needed to seek a yes vote before I tried to seduce him. "My name is Cara Grant and I'm with America for Women. I'm here today to ask you to vote in favor of the Women's Health Bill."
I leaned forward to pull my presentation book from my bag. Shit, I mumbled to myself as my tits slipped out of my top. I tried to discreetly pop them back in without him noticing, but as I sat up his eyes were eating me up. I knew I didn't have long. So I dove right into my speech.
"As you know this bill is aimed to provide funding to a variety of organizations that strive to provide affordable and accessible healthcare care to women across the country, including women in the great state of Mississippi."
"You mean funding abortions for whores like you?" He said as he stood up from his desk. I looked up and gasped. His pants were undone and his dick was out and pointing right at me. "You're a little cock tease, ain't you?"
"Senator Turner," I stuttered. His cock was huge - long and thick, it looked like a Coke bottle. My pussy juices soaked my panties as I tried to collect my thoughts. "This bill doesn't fund abortions. It funds things like contraceptives, wellness visits, cancer and STD screenings, as well as sexual health education."
"I'll bet you could use some sexual health education," he said. His voice was jagged and rough. He cock still pointing at me, I swallowed hard as I tried not to stare at it. It was begging for my attention.
"Senator Turner, if you'll allow me, I'd like to share some statistics on how many women could be helped by this bill," I said. I forced the trembling in my voice and body to calm down.
Senator Turner wasn't an unattractive man. For 50, he was in excellent shape. He ran and lifted weights. His salt and pepper hair gave him a distinguished air. His brown eyes were lustful and hungry as he stared at my legs.
