Charity's Warrior (48 page)

His voice carries easily through the spacious room. Nearly everything is black and white in here. Walls, floor, ceiling, all white, while all the furniture is black. The walls are speckled with Ansel Adams. I'm sure they are all originals and each one probably costs most of my salary. Not unnoticed, though—devil red accents at his desk. Then, of course, there is the center piece of his meeting area—another very realistic Panther hologram, similar to the one in reception, that paces back in forth bearing its teeth at the visitor's.

Justin calls him Sylvester.

"That's not likely," I said. "We've only had eyes on them for two days."

No sooner had the words escaped my mouth when I see the smirk on Justin's face.

Son of a bitch!

"You know?" I ask.

"I have an idea," Justin replies.

"Then why haven't you said something?"

"Because he wants confirmation first, and he doesn't want his opinion to influence the research or the result," John answers.

Is it odd that I'm jealous of a frumpy middle-aged man?

"The results will be what they are. I'd like to hear all opinions now." Listen to me, talking like I run the place.

John looks back at Justin and Justin simply smiles. "Have I told you that I call her Warrior?" he says.

Despite my efforts, I cannot stop the upward curling of my lips.

"It's just a gathering of the facts we have so far," Justin begins. "Langelloti, no kids no wife. Everything we've heard so far says that all he's interested in is his career. If he's not in his office, he's with his PR Manager. There is no spare time with this guy; he's always doing the political flesh press."

"So you don't think he has a vice other than his work?" John asks.

"No, he does, and he does it every day. It just doesn't help us at all," Justin answers.

"What's the vice?" I ask, wondering what information he had that we didn't.

"His PR Manager, Peter Sachovitch. Langelloti hasn't had a relationship since high school, and Peter is the only one he keeps around outside of the office. Peter was his first temporary campaign manager, that instantly became his permanent PR Manager," Justin said.

"That's a bit of an assumption," I snapped.

"True," Justin said, not at all upset that I was visibly bothered. "But five seconds on the internet shows me Peter Sachovitch was openly gay in high school and college, and even though for the last few years he's been keeping it quieter, he's still a member of several gay support associations."

"So you think that should be our leverage?" My anger is still growing.

"No," Justin says evenly. "Langelloti thinks he needs to hide his sexuality—I think he's wrong, but that's his mistake to make. That's why he's the first one I want to cross off my list. I don't care if he's gay, and I think most of the country won't give a shit either, but he's so busy hiding this, that he doesn't have time to be hiding anything else."

I really need to listen more and talk less.

"Sorry," I said, "for a second I thought you were being a little 1950'ish."

Justin smiled. John outright laughed at me. The stupid corners of my mouth were curling again.

"What about Carmen and Lewis, our other two candidates?" John asks.

We all know that Carmen and his wife are cheating on each other. The first day the bugs went in we got recordings on both of them. I’m expecting that to be Justin’s choice.

"I think Lewis might be our guy," Justin responded.

"Really?" John asked, surprised.

I'm happy to see that John isn't always right when it comes to Justin.

"Carmen and his wife, I don't think they care enough about each other to give a shit about each other’s affairs. Granted, if we have to, I'm sure we can make more out of it, abuse of position and property, and who knows what else will turn up while we watch them."

"You want something a lot heavier than that, something that really holds them down," I said, anticipating the obvious.

"And you have that on Lewis?" John asks.

"If I'm right, we will," Justin replies. "His finances are a wreck. Somewhere he's spending more than he makes, and it goes in chunks. It started up a year ago. For a while it was fine, but the same pattern is there at the end if his college and early twenties."

Justin is clicking away at his laptop while he talks.

"Drugs?" John asks.

"Better," Justin says. He turns his laptop around. "This is Lewis' laptop recording from last night."

We are seeing video capture of Lewis on his computer while most of the country was sleeping. Bright colors and flashing ads, virtual chips flying across the screen."

"Is he online gambling?" I ask.

Justin smiles. "Yes he is. Ten grand dropped out of his accounts last night. I wonder what he's like when he gets to a real casino?"

"That's beautiful," John cheers.

I can see the benefits without them telling me. Secrets, financial ruin, probably misappropriated funds, but not drugs.

It's something we can manage.

"His family accounts are bottoming out. He's emptied the collage funds for the kids, remortgaged the house. I'm sure he's stolen from the campaign jar. We can fix all that for him. His wife won't leave him. His kids will go to college. And he won't go to jail."

It made sense, we would be helping him, but that was only as long as he was doing what we wanted. Sooner or later, he would feel the trap. I suddenly remembered what we are doing here, what Justin does.

Maybe it was going to be harder to accept than I'd thought.

I'M AT MY DESK
in the afternoon when Justin IM's me, the friendly yellow JP flashing on my screen. There are instructions for me to follow. I had learned that when Justin sends me instructions, it's in my benefit to follow them. I checked my bottom drawer, as I was told, found the last package that he'd sent as JP, when I had ended things.

The last instruction,
"Go 2 the bathroom, put it on, and come back 2 ur laptop,"
made my pulse race with excitement.

I had forgotten all about the package. It was never opened, left discarded in my drawer. I grab it and slide it into my purse as I smile at my web cam, knowing by the little light that he is watching.

The bathroom is empty, at least at the moment, and I lock myself in a stall. My breathing is getting deeper, my swollen clit wants attention. I impatiently rip open the package and find a bizarre looking toy that I don't understand at first. As I unroll it, I see that it's much like a G-string, but instead of a flap of cloth, there is a soft plastic—I have to call it a dragonfly. That's what it looks like. There are electronics in the wings. Its upper body looks like it has its own labia, while the tail hooks into a flexible circle.

For a moment, I listen to make sure I am still alone in the room. When I am certain, I remove my pants and underwear and slide the toy on like a pair of panties.

It makes sense the moment you put it on. I wet the tail and push it into me, and its body wraps around my clit perfectly. Then I wait and look. I'm missing something. As amazing as it feels, there is no "on" button.

I believe I might finally understand, smiling. I put my clothes back together and leave, throwing the package it came in into the garbage on my way out.

It was visibly unnoticeable, lying flat against me under my clothes, but I know it's on. It's an intensely dirty secret that I have with me.

Back at my computer, I tell Justin I have it on.

"It's supposed 2b quiet, but just in case, here's some cover noise."

A link shows up in the chat window. I click it and suddenly "I Touch Myself" by Divinyls comes floating out of my speakers, making me laugh.

"That's funny,"
I type.

"Let me know what u think of this,"
he sent.

Suddenly delightful vibrations are swarming around and in my pussy. I gasp, surprised.

"I like that face,"
he sent.
"Tells me u put it on right."

I don't hear a thing, but the vibrations are strong. My clit is completely engulfed in the soft rubbery lips and they are humming. My G-spot is experiencing the same vibrations inside from the tail of the device.

My urges ignite. I want to cum. I want him to give me an orgasm.

"I love having control,"
he sends.

The vibrations quickly drop to a pleasant tingle that would keep me wet for hours. So it was not just that Justin can turn it off and on remotely, but he can control the speeds, too.

"Wow,"
I sent.
"This thing is amazing."

I receive back a smiley face.
"I had it adapted for the remote control."

He turns the speed back up a touch.
"I want u 2 think about what I'm going 2 do 2 u later. Think about my fingers in u."

He turns it up more, and lets me enjoy that for a few moments.

"Think about my mouth on u, my tongue licking u."

It went even faster, now about where it was when he first turned it on. Different songs played through the stream Justin has linked me to, and I am grateful for that. I don't think the toy could be easily heard, but my occasional gasps and heavy breathing could be.

"Picture my hard cock running along your flesh, how good it's going to feel when I finally put it in u."

It went faster now. I didn't think it would have a higher speed. It is all I can do not to react and appear as if I am working.

"Remember the sting of my hand on ur ass."

There was one more level. When he went there, I have to grab on to my desk. It is going to make me cum, no question about it. I couldn't do that here. Someone could come in at any moment, and I don't want the interruption.

Justin saw this and backed off the controls.

"OMG I love this thing,"
he sent.
"Watching u has me so hot I'm ready 2 go out of my mind."

"We need 2 leave,"
I reply.

He turned it all the way up. My breath stopped, and I grabbed my chair for dear life.

"When I say,"
he sent.

He kept the speed up until I nodded my consent. It returned to an acceptable setting.

I loved it!

"R u ready 2 behave?"
he asked.

I let go of my chair to type.
"I'll behave."

The speed went up a notch.
"What do u want 2 do when we get 2 my place?"

"I want u 2 leave this thing on me, chain me up in one of the harnesses again, and turn the speed all the way up while u do whatever u want to me."

The vibrations went up another notch. The warrior in me is moaning with pleasure. Once again Justin has me ready to climax in a public place, and some of my excitement is based solely on that. It's even hotter when it's his tongue or hard cock doing it to me, but I love how he has control.

My clitoris is engorged and sending spasms into my core. There is no way I could keep this thing on all day, not at these levels. If he turned it down and left it, I would be a dripping mess ready to fuck his brains out by the time we left.

"I think ur having nasty thoughts,"
he typed. He jacked it up again, and I almost screamed in pleasure. There would be no hiding my face if anyone walked in. I can only hope that Justin is watching the floor cameras so he can stop if someone is coming. He turns it back down quickly.