Future Imperfect

Leaving Steven's room, Maia left Lois and her host spooning, Steven of course being the little spoon. This both amused her and pulled at her heart, as she had been the filling in their sandwich before wiggling out. The speed that the two, both fast asleep, found the body of the other was adorable.

She closed his bedroom door with gentle ease and headed to her own ensuite bathroom to shower. This was the first time she'd ever had cum inside her, and having had several hours with it inside her, she was looking forward to having it out of her. It made her feel quite odd feeling the... stuff... dripping down her leg. It might be that she would have it again, possibly even in only a few hours, but for now, she was desperate for a shower, and turned the heat to almost scolding temperatures, smiling and humming as her body warmed up.

Drying off, her short hair not needing a second towel, just a decent rubbing, she opened the bathroom door, steam escaping as quickly as possible, and as she turned off the bathroom light she didn't immediately spot the figure sitting on the end of her bed.

Finally spotting them, Maia jumped.

"Bloody hell Steven," she gasped in shock, "don't fucking do that." To her relief, she found the light switch and, as her eyes adjusted to the new light saw that she'd been mistaken. "Fuck!" She stared at the be-suited woman in surprise, unaware why Stephanie, Steven's PA would be sat on the end of her bed at, fuck, really? Two O'Clock in the morning.

"Hello Maia," Stephanie spoke calmly, I hope you don't me interrupting your evening. I just felt that we had something to talk about."

Going red, Maia flashed through anger, betrayal, worry, concern and, embarrassingly, lust. In her suit, Stephanie appeared quite masculine and butch, and while she preferred femininity, Maia found it extremely attractive on the PA.

"And what do we have to discuss?" Maia asked, refusing to be intimidated, continuing her drying and bed-time routine as normal, removing all her makeup, having been unable to see her face in the bathroom mirror, condensation covering the bathroom despite the fan's best efforts.

"I think the reason why people are able to buy Steven's services is a pretty good start." She delivered the line with the right amount of honesty, that while Maia began worrying which skeleton they'd unearthed, she appreciated the drama.

"If you're trying to blackmail me," she responded, "then you should probably have your facts straight." Makeup off, she began moisturising her face. "At no point have I allowed something like that."

"Oh don't worry," Stephanie spoke slowly, "I know that. You haven't the power to do so."

"Then why," Maia did her best not to snap, "her are you here?"

"Because, until a few days ago, you were shagging the person who did."

Still rubbing her face, Maia could feel her cheeks immediately turn bright red.

"I don't suppose there's any point lying to you," she eventually spoke, "I just want you to confirm her name, make sure you're not fishing."

"Kate Brannen." Stephanie answered calmly, "an MP for NZ Nation, dislikes immigration as a whole and has never wanted to pay for a man to be in the country, which was the only thing your party agreed with. "

Staring into the mirror, Maia felt both embarrassed and angry.

"Should I ask who gave up her identity?"

"What?" Stephanie asked with a laugh. "As your partner, or as the idiot who started taking bribes?"

"Let's start with the former."

"I'm not telling you." Dropping a file on the bed, the name 'Kate Brannen' stood out on the front page, next to a photo of Maia and her being rather intimate. "Neither for the former, nor the latter. But what I know is, you knew months ago that she was hiding this."

Her ears ringing, Maia felt completely blind-sided, having just enjoyed one of the most amazing shags of her life, to be caught like this... Fuck.

"I was in love," She admitted, removing her towel and finishing drying the last moist parts of her body, "up until a few days ago anyway."

"What happened?" Stephanie asked out of interest.

"Tell me where you got this information, and maybe I will." Maia countered.

Her head tilted, her eyes twinkling, Stephanie and Maia exchanged a smile. "Now you know that's not going to happen. Your secret however will probably end up on page twenty-three of a gossip magazine sometime in the future, so why not give me an early scoop?"

With a long, drawn out sigh, Maia faced Stephanie, her body naked as she stood before her. "It's annoying to think that's all a politician's relationship is due, the middle pages of a shitty magazine."

"Might be worth more if you're still in power." Stephanie pointed out.

Laughing, Maia nodded. "Aye, you might be right."

"Want to tell me about your ex?"

"Absolutely not," Maia responded, but then softened her tone, "but will I? Yes, I suppose I will. I owe her no favours, so what benefits do I get from keeping her secrets?" Sitting near the top of the bed, as far as she could get from Stephanie, she continued. "The last three years she's informed me I'm her dream girl, desperate to start a family, having lost her boy in the pandemic. Turns out, she's been fucking half of her constituency, and I wish I meant that figuratively. I've had test results, somehow, miraculously, I don't have any STDs, but you know what else I didn't get? An apology. That bitch thinks that what she did was completely alright because, and I fuck you not, "we're not married." Fuck me, if this isn't the same woman who, at the start of our relationship, complained her son's father shagged around while she was pregnant, outside of wedlock, obviously."

Tears were rolling down Maia's face, but Stephanie sat there calmly, entirely unmoving.

"And how did that make you feel?" She asked politely.

Laughing, Maia shot a glance of pure hate her way. "How the fuck do you think?"

"Probably more angry knowing you'd covered up for her incompetence on regular occasions," Stephanie said nonchalantly, "especially if your party leader found out what you were doing. Imagine if she knew that you were hiding information that would undoubtedly give you three more years in charge? Even worse now you're tainted with it too."

The silence that followed was the answer that Stephanie had wanted. This woman was fucked three ways to Sunday, but it meant that she would be desperate, which meant she'd either try to be smart or stupid. Maybe both.

As Maia lay back on the bed as nude as the day she was born, she felt tired, and sore. Both physically and mentally, the former from being fucked relentlessly by Stephanie's boss and his lover, the latter from all the bullshit she went through day in, day out, both as a politician and still being a Māori. Even though women were now equal, she was still a minority, even with all these motherfuckers telling her what to do in her own country. Who the fuck did these Pakeha think they were?

"I can see exactly what you're thinking," Stephanie finally spoke, "fucking white people eh? Foreigner's getting involved in our country's business. And I'd bloody love to go back in time and stop our ancestors being raped, or selling their bodies to sailors for food, or infighting with each other, selling off each other's land. But then you'd have all the goddamn men back, and you would be stuck in your mother's house looking after all your brothers." Seeing Maia's head jerk up, Stephanie couldn't help but laugh. "You think I didn't do a background check motherfucker? I know you were beaten down, I know you're still angry at the world." Without any warning, Stephanie jumped up to the top of the bed and mounted Maia's naked form. "Fucking do something about it." Trying to push herself free, Maia tried to slap her assailant, to find her wrists caught and pushed down onto the bed, Stephanie bending over her.

"Fuck do you think I'm doing?" She cried, "I'm the Minister of fucking education. I'm the highest-ranking Māori minister!"

Looking down at her, the PA/ Bodyguard couldn't even pretend to hide her contempt.

"And you're proud of that?" Moving so their faces were almost touching, Stephanie whispered, "There's about eight other people in this country who could sack you without a goddamn thought. And you're fucking proud? This is Aotorea, and you're still fighting a war against men, when you should be fighting a war against everyone else. There are roughly ten thousand men left alive in the whole world, but two and a half million non-natives on our goddamn Islands."

"Immigrants you mean," Maia found strength, "like your fucking boss?" This seemed to get the other woman's attention, as she sat up straight at his mention, although continuing to hold her arms tight.

"Steven?" Stephanie laughed in a way that sent chills down Maia's spine. "He's harmless, a bit preoccupied with himself but, like it or not, in the past few days even he's figured out how corrupt your country is. He's also a possible benefit to the Māori."

Confused, the minister's face went blank. "What are you talking about?"

Releasing her wrists, Stephanie sat up fully, rearranging her hair, yet remaining sat across Maia's waist.

"He's going to lead the breeding of every single Māori woman in this country. He'll impregnate hundreds, while you, you my future Prime Minister, you will convince the vast majority of our people to start a baby boom."

Uncertainty was Maia's first thought, before another, more tempting thought appeared before her.

"You don't... you expect me to..." She could barely get the words out, taken aback by the audacity and the breadth of the plan.

"That's right," Stephanie smirked, "dob your old shag in, claim she coerced you and threatened you to allow foreigners priority in everything, and manufacture a Māori baby boom the likes has never been seen."

It was finally time for Stephanie to laugh, so amazed by the audacity of it all.

"You've got this planned out, haven't you? And you expect that to work do you? Just like that, all by my lonesome?"

"Oh, my poor dear," Stephanie gave her captive's cheeks a gentle squeeze, "of course not. But you don't need to know about them. You focus on your part of the job."

"And what's that?" With her last ounce of bravery, she challenged her attacker, who was of course fully prepared.

"Oh darling, I've already told you. You're going to do anything I tell you, or I'm going to let the media know you actually allowed, nay, encouraged, the priority of white girls to fuck our country's saviour for money."

"Anything?" Maia, knowing she was beaten, tried to take her assailant down with her. "What else, going to make me fuck you too?"

"No thank you, my child," Stephanie turned up her nose, "I have a fondness for Steven, but now is not the time. Anyway," she spoke with a wink, "his partner's much more to my taste. I know, I know, a classic 'butch dyke' loves a proper feminine woman thing, but who wouldn't love those curves? She eats pussy like a goddess too." Seeing the shock on Maia's face, Stephanie couldn't help but grin. "Oh yes, dear. I've eaten her ass full of his cum, her pussy when she's taken a rough pounding, but I've also sent her to him raw and sore, I've seen her kiss him with my juices still on her tongue. Oh no, she knows which side of her bread is buttered. Oh, and by the way, you're going to be heading back to Wellington in the next," checking her watch, she clicked her tongue, "Oh, about fifteen minutes, so you're not seeing Steven to tell him either. He's going to assume you had to leave on urgent business, especially when he sees the news in the upcoming days."

Despite her tanned skin, Maia went pale.

"You've already leaked it haven't you?"

Shrugging, Stephanie removed herself from atop of Maia. Standing next to the bed, she readjusted her clothing. "Only enough to suggest who the guilty party is, not that anyone else was involved. In fact, you already have a press conference arranged, prior to the leak, to avoid any speculation."

"How," Maia gasped, before remembering the events of yesterday, "you got turned my personal assistant didn't you? Oh, you cunt..."

"Now now," Stephanie chided, "Ngaire hardly needed turning. She's Māori, she knows exactly what's at stake." A knock at the door caused Maia to jump, but Stephanie smiled. "And that'll be her. Her timing's excellent you know, as is her tongue work. My God, I hope you've tried it. Come in Ngaire." Entering into the room, Ngaire had previously seemed very subservient to Maia, but now there was no hint of that woman. Instead, the woman who walked through the door was strong and confident.

"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you, Minister," Ngaire spoke calmly, "but it was, and is, for the best. If you can get dressed, we can get to the airport sooner, as we have a private plane chartered. Chop chop."

Unable to hide her pleasure, Stephanie guffawed out loud. "With that," she chuckled, "I'll leave you to it. I'll be out in the lounge when you're packed. Oh," she suddenly seemed to remember something, "don't worry if you've left any toys in Steven's room, I'll send them in the post."

Maia didn't even bother to curse as Stephanie left the room, but the PA could feel eyes burning holes into her back. Or maybe her bum? She had a pretty good arse, she was always told that by the girls who liked eating it while they finger-fucked her. Oh, if only Ngaire didn't have to go, she was feeling quite keen to revisit her body, but that was the curse of being a planner, sometimes you made the hard choices.

Sitting at the kitchen counter, she took a beer from the fridge and opened the bottle, throwing the cap on the floor. Fuck it, the maids would clean up.

Watching the doors of both bedrooms, Stephanie enjoyed the noises coming from both, snores from Steven's and a whispered argument from Maia's. Honestly, Minister of Education. Why did Māori's feel like they had to accept any scraps from the table?

It took about five minutes, but Maia exited the room, now fully dressed, Ngaire carrying her now packed bag. The minister refused to look towards Stephanie, while Ngaire could barely take her eyes off her. Probably best she left now, Stephanie considered, she didn't want the woman to fall in love. She just wasn't made that way. What she craved and desired was to control and dominate. It was the reason she had made the love of Steven's life her own personal bitch. Squirting all over Maia had been something they'd practiced, a little reminder that she wasn't in charge, but a bitch to be fucked and abandoned when her job was done.

It wasn't all fake, Lois truly did love Steven, but Stephanie had used her pregnancy and Steven's inability to be any sort of father against her, and had made her dependent on Stephanie's acceptance and love. She wasn't out to hurt anyone, but she just needed people to do as they were fucking told.

Leaving the flat, Stephanie decided on leaving the cleaning to the morning. Couldn't have one of the maids waking the loving couple up by making a noise. No, the longer they slept, the better. Instead, she had something else on her mind...

Entering the building's security room, the guard on monitor duty stood up as she saw who entered.

"Morning Ma'am," she spoke politely, "couldn't sleep?" For the guard, it wasn't an uncommon event for her boss to turn up unscheduled, especially at night.

"Something like that," she grinned, then sat down on the sofa behind the console, used for breaks from the tedium of sitting in a computer chair, "now, fancy going for an hours break?"

It wasn't really a question, and the guard understood.

"Ma'am, yes Ma'am." As the guard left the room, Stephanie locked the door behind her and then reviewed the security screens, four smaller screens that flitted through different camera's, all HD quality, no expense spared, and a larger screen to review the minutest of details from previous recordings. Scouring the recordings for the camera and time stamp she wanted, Maia turned the sound off. She didn't want to listen to people, she listened to enough unintelligible grunting's come out of people's mouths, she just needed the visual.

Removing her trousers, Stephanie flicked them off with her foot. She never wore any underwear, never seeing the point, so as she sat on the sofa, Stephanie licked a finger before pressing it against her bud, starting in a gentle circling motion as she watched Steven kissing Lois from differing vantage points. When she saw Maia touching herself, she entered a finger, then another, but made herself wait. Only when Maia was lying next to Lois did Stephanie plunge her fingers fully inside herself... Oh, but it wasn't enough.

Reaching under the sofa, she grabbed a bottle of lubrication and a plastic bag she had stored there for this occasion and removed two toys. The first, a large green butt plug, she lathered with lubrication before inserting it, releasing a small gasp of pleasure as she sat back down on it. The second was much larger, and resembled a whole fist. Again, she lathered it with lubrication before slowly starting to gently insert it, slowly... very slowly... That was until she saw Lois' body contort from her orgasm, and suddenly she plunged the entire thing inside herself, and fucked herself wildly, Stephanie staring at Lois' body as she came hard and squirted all over Maia and Steven. Oh, how she wanted to... wanted... ...

Oh FUCK! THAT WAS IT!

"FUUUUCK!" She screamed, not caring who heard, nor stopping the wild thrusting of the fist, pushing through and embracing the pain and the agony as her cunt contracted and spasmed, until finally, agonisingly, it became too much, and she withdrew the fist slowly, yet not fully, and she sat there gasping and sweating, enjoying the come down as she saw Steven finally, triumphantly, filling that bitch with his seed.

Please, let that be the start of a Māori dynasty.

Finally, she removed the fist and cleaned it off in the small, attached bathroom. When happy it was hygienic again, she replaced it in the bag. The butt plug she kept in, enjoying the tingling sensation as she redressed. Unlocking the door, Stephanie took her place in the guard's chair where, five minutes later, she was found scouring the screens for any signs that anything was not quite right.

"Everything to your satisfaction Ma'am?" The guard asked politely, fully aware of what had just occurred, but paid well enough to ignore it. In fact, she quite enjoyed the use of the fist from time to time, relieving some of the monotony of the job.

"As much as it can ever be." Stephanie relented, standing and stretching. "Keep it up." She left with no other comment or recognition, and the guard got back on with her job. If she noticed that the video from the apartment's guest room had been wiped, she didn't say a word.

Walking back to her own apartment, Stephanie nodded at the staff she saw. She did her best to keep them all happy, all content, because the world was a better place now, and they deserved to be treated with every respect, but she could see that the world could be better still, so if she had to take down a few Pakeha to do it, so be it. If she got her rocks off doing so, even better.

Laying in her bed, now completely naked, the butt plug was removed, eliciting a gasp of contentment, made better as Stephanie noted she had time for a two-hour nap. 'It was a tiring job', she thought as she began to nod off, 'but the sacrifices were worth it.'

Epilogue

Some hours later the Prime Minister, a sixth-generation Kiwi descended from British stock, looked across her desk at Maia.

"You understand that, with this information, you've fucked over an entire generation of political activists, don't you?"

More at ease than she thought she would be, Maia shrugged. "Part of a generation," she corrected, "I plan to give more Māori activists the opportunity to play in the big leagues."