I ran on a platform to clean up the city. My city, one of the biggest and most powerful metropolitan areas in the country, had been victim to organized crime of all sorts. Growing up I had seen the worst of it, my neighborhood was full of crime and violence. When I went to bed, I heard the sound of gun shots and screams. I swore that if I ever had the chance to change things, I would.
So I went to law school and graduated at the top of my class. I got involved in politics early and quickly rose threw the ranks as an intelligent, charming, and quite good looking candidate. I went from clerk to representative to congressman to mayor. Now, in my mid-30's, I was the youngest and most popular mayor the city had ever scene. The citizens believed I was a sign of change, they believed I could rid the city of the organized crime and senseless violence that had plagued the city for so long. I stood as a beacon of hope in the dark and corrupted city. And it wasn't just political rhetoric to me, I knew I was going to be the person to turn this city around....it was my job, my duty...my destiny.
Around my 2nd month on the job, I was trying my best to fulfill my promises. I passed legislation to increase the number of cops, offered low income schools better funding, and I was trying to break up the biggest crime ring in the city.
My actions did not come without consequences. You don't just waltz in and put the crime families out of business....I heard death threats and had my tires slashed a few times a week.
One night, a middle-aged man in a low-hat and trench coat approached me with a bribe worth several dozen times my yearly salary. I, obviously, refused point blank and told him I better not see him again. He muttered something about every man having his price and walking away.
The following week, I received a call from a women claiming to be the lawyer representing the largest crime syndicate in the city. She spoke to me softly on the phone, almost seductively, introducing herself as Ms. Sarah Davis. She told me she wished to set up a meeting in the upcoming week to discuss terms. I thought the mob must have finally lost their nerve, they were ready to send a lawyer in to work out a plea deal! My quest for cleaning up the city would take a big move forward, and I would be guaranteed to be elected for another few years if I broke this crime ring up. I agreed to meet with her, and we set an appointment in my office for the following Tuesday.
My secretary called into me "There is a Ms. Sarah Davis here to see you." I smiled and responded "send her in."
My desk was covered in every file and piece of evidence I had to put these guys away. I couldn't be more confident when I heard the knock at the door of my office.
"Come in." I yelled from my desk.
Whatever I had been expecting, I certainly wasn't prepared for what I saw.
Sarah Davis looked like she walked out of my sexual fantasies and into my office. I starred at her, taking her in. She was gorgeous! She was brunette and curvy, tall and amazon like. She was wearing a short black skirt, far too short to be worn by any respectable lawyer, which showed off acres of creamy thigh above her black thigh-high stockings. Her white blouse had several of the top buttons undone, showing off the most spectacular set of tits I had ever seen. They weren't just large, they were HUGE! She reminded me of Carmella Bing, but her face was much softer and more inviting. She wore her hair back in a bun and had large gold hoop earing hanging from her ears. She didn't carry any briefcase or folder, which I thought was odd for a lawyer coming into such a big meeting. She only smiled, a beautiful white toothy smile, as I continued to stare.
"Well hello" She said sweetly, "My name is Sarah Davis."
I blinked and remembered where we were. I pulled my eyes away from her often tits and tried to regain my composure. "Yes....Yes of course, I'm sorry." I was blushing and I think she caught me starring because she started to giggle. Her laughter sounded more like a ditsy schoolgirl then a powerful lawyer. "My name is-"
She cut me off. "There is no need to introduce yourself." She sat down across from me at my desk, maintaining direct eye contact which made it hard to look away from her dark green eyes. "I know who you are. Everyone in this town knows the popular, intelligent, young man who is running this city. But I must admit, my clients didn't mention how cute you were."
This certainly didn't sound very professional, but I only blushed and looked away, almost giggling myself. It took me a moment to realize why she was here and I tried to pull myself together.
"Uhhh yes. You're clients." I started shuffling some papers around. "I believe I have enough evidence here to put you're clients away for a long time."
"Oh, I don't doubt it." She leaned back, squaring her shoulders to me.
"I can prove that they are involved in the largest organized crime ring in the entire city, probably the heads of it." I slid her a folder containing some of the most incriminating statements and photographs. She opened it and flipped through the mounds of evidence almost lazily, smiling the whole time. The incriminating material seemingly concerned her very little.
"You've certainly done your research on my clients.... But did it ever occur to you that they've done their research on you?"
"I'm not sure what you mean." I was starting to get a little suspicious, where was this going?
"Well, they tried to bribe you, like they do with every other government official, but you were too noble for that, weren't you? You were different, you could actually clean up the city like so many had promised before. My clients started getting scarred."
