It was the last week of classes at Georgetown and finals were about to begin the next week. It would also be Katrina's last week in control of the journal. She began her five week excursion into the world of the magic that surrounded that damn journal was at an end. She had five stabs at whatever fantasy she wanted. She had used it to benefit others. She once tried and have her own private orgy which turned her into the guest of honor at a gang rape. The third use was to earn her a passing grade in a class she realized now was a complete waste of time. Her fourth wish was a particularly sweet piece of revenge. Now she was looking at her last week of classes and her last use of the journal. As a result of her escapades her vagina was now restored to it's pristine unfucked condition, and she had experienced sex from the male side of things. Katrina was tired of mindless sex. She was ready for love.
She put up her party dress away in the closet, along with her sweatshirts and yoga pants. She was going to get serious. For her last week of classes she wore dresses and suits, she started to make phone calls for positions after school. She knew that she had been way behind in getting a job, she had originally planned to take a year off and chase an endless summer for a year, but now she was feeling serious.
Katrina spent hours every evening filling out online applications and making phone calls. She had a few interviews the next week with various lobbying firms and all of the big pharma companies wanted to interview her as a rep. She knew that was an attractive piece of eye candy and getting a BA from Georgetown was nothing to sniff at. She knew she needed something to do to keep her busy, but the more she thought about it the more she wanted to do something that mattered.
Classes and interviews were her entire week until Friday afternoon. She was done early on Friday and headed back to her dorm room. On her way back she picked up a bridal magazine. She stripped out of her suit and sat on her bed flipping through it. She was looking at various dresses and settings for weddings. She was getting ideas for what her ultimate wedding would be like. She spread her labia and slid a finger over her tight hole. It was oozing a bit of liquid. She wet her finger and slid it up over her swollen clit. Katrina circled her clit working it out of its fleshy hood.
Katrina pinched her clit and then started to stoke it like it was a tiny cock. She felt a chill slip over her body and her nipples contracted. With her right hand she cupped her breast. She squeezed the flesh tightly and pinched her nipple. She rolled her head back and smiled rubbing her clit. She was close to orgasm and backed off, holding herself on the edge. Normally she rode wave after wave of pleasure but this time she wanted something a bit different, she wanted something sudden and overwhelming. She wanted to have a damn burst. She grabbed the journal and opened it up on top of the bridal magazine. She stared at her favorite dress rubbing her clit. She took up her pen and then started to write.
I want to find and fuck my one true love. I want to fuck a man who will be mine and mine alone, who will take me away and marry me and give me a mansion and children and years of hot passionate sex.
As she put the period on the end of the sentence she squeezed her breast and clit hard. A wave of pleasure overcame her and she blacked out. She awoke half an hour later and there was a large pool of orgasmic fluids. She reached down and tasted them. Verifying that she had not in fact peed the bed, but that it was a gush of orgasmic fluids. She looked at her journal entry and decided that it was a good one.
Katrina folded up her bed clothes and put on some sweatpants and headed down to the laundry to wash the sex stain out of them. She took her laptop with her to start filling out more job applications. That is when she had an idea. She lived in the same city as the most powerful people in the world. They needed assistants and helpers. They could get her a job. She thought of the Senator that Sally and Stacy were slutting around with a few weeks ago. She had incriminating photos of him that didn't involve her, she could ruin his career and not harm hers. She wondered how she could get in contact with him and then she realized that Sally or Stacy must have his private number. She also knew that she had theirs. She took a few choice stills from her sex tape of them and a demon. She was in the photos as well but being bright red and three meters tall she doubted anyone would recognize her.
When the laundry was done she packed up her phone and headed over to Sally's and Stacy's apartment. She knocked on their door and saw the two of them wearing pajamas and bathrobes, looking like hell. Thinking quickly she said, "I'm sorry I flaked out like that on you two, but when you dropped the acid and started calling me a demon. It freaked me out a bit."
"Acid?" Sally asked.
"Yeah, don't you remember, you said that you got it from some guy and we would sit around and watch arthouse films and that they would make sense. Then the two of you started calling me a monster and cowering in the corner. Frankly I freaked. I was afraid you were going to hurt me."
Sally and Stacy looked at it each other. "If it was a trip then why did we see the same thing?" Stacy asked.
"You guys were ranting and babbling. I guess you heard each other and built off of it."
"Maybe."
"Anyway I thought we could go out clubbing. Call that Senator friend of yours, have a freaky time."
"Um..." Stacy stared.
"We don't want to go out. Here is his number though." Sally said handing over her phone. "Tell him you are Granny Panties. He'll understand."
Katrina hugged her friends. "I am so glad that you guys made it home safely."
"We're glad it was just bad acid. Do you remember where I said I got it from."
"Sorry guys, that part is fuzzy for me as well."
On her way out of their apartment she texted the senator. "This is Granny Panties. I think we need to talk." She then sent a picture of his face and Stacy's ass.
"What do you want?" Came back the text.
"A meeting. Let your staff know to expect me." Katrina then turned off her phone. She was going to go all in on this. She put on her nicest suit and left her phone in her apartment. She considered picking up another phone for emergencies but she figured if she had to call for the police, the police would be the ones she needed rescuing from.
The senator had a nice small office in one of the outlying office buildings. Locations were assigned by seniority and he was so young there was no way he could be on anything other than his first term. His secretary was an elderly woman and there were a couple of young male interns working in the outer office. They were pouring over computers, staring at the screen and then typing feverishly for a few seconds.
Katrina walked up to the secretary. "The senator should be expecting me."
The secretary narrowed her eyes and looked suspiciously at Katrina. "Are you 'GP'?"
Katrina smiled, "Yes."
The secretary shook her head. "He said to send you right in."
Katrina opened the door to the inner office. Inside the senator was at his desk looking angry.
"So you've come to blackmail me?"
"No, I've come to ask for a job."
"By threatening me?"
"Of course not. I just used that to get in the door. Don't worry. No one else has copy and I have no intention of sharing it."
"So what kind of job do you want?"
"I want to make a difference. I am willing to work long, hard hours for the right man." She blushed when she realized that she had said 'long hard'.
"Long hard hours, huh?" He said and Katrina turned bright red. She never embarrassed like this before. She dug the ball of her foot into the carpet and looked toward the exit.
"I really will do anything." She said, accidentally over emphasizing 'anything'.
"Fuck, what's wrong with me." She thought to herself. "It's like I am some twelve year old school girl."
"Okay, lets see what you think of this." He said indicating a stack of paper on his desk.
Katrina walked around behind him and looked at the papers. It was draft language for a bill. As she was reading it over she realized that her ass was squarely in his face. She wasn't distracted though and knew that this bill was the test. It started out looking okay until she got to the end. The end of the bill were a collection of edits to the bill replacing words, adding commas and phrases. She started flipping back and forth and then she saw errata on errata. She scratched her head and picked up a notepad and pen and started scribbling notes.
Katrina was so absorbed in reading the bill that she didn't realize that the Senator had raised the skirt of her suit and was in the process of lowering her pantyhose. She almost had the bill figured out when she felt a lick on her ass. She moaned in delight.
"Will this affect my being hired?" She asked.
"Doesn't matter. Senators are immune from sexual harassment laws."
She reached between her legs and grabbed his clothed cock. "The law good until the third round of addenda. Adding a comma in paragraph 4 broke the meaning."
