Seduced By The Candidate (The Candidate, #1) (5 page)

Well, he was damned if he was going to
go home unhappy and unsatisfied again. That left only one option. He reached
into his wallet and tentatively withdrew the battered business card. It was
faded, but he had long ago memorized the number so it was more out of
familiarity that he had even bothered to keep it. The card revealed very little
information and simply read:

Cristal

(501) 852-8442

He was in luck, Cristal was in and more
importantly, she had been free. Obviously he couldn’t meet her at home,
although the look on his parents face would have been priceless. That only left
one place where he could find an element of privacy—the office. After first
checking that all of the lights were off, he had arranged to meet her there at
seven o’clock. Goulding often worked late, and although John couldn’t see
Goulding’s office from his vantage point in the street, he seldom worked at
night without having all of the lights on and John felt confident that they
would have the place to themselves.

Practically running in his excitement,
John crossed the street, unlocked the door, silenced the alarm and took the
stairs two at a time. He was standing in the office barely two minutes after he
had left the bar. He had just enough time to apply deodorant and cologne that
he ‘borrowed’ from Goulding’s desk and in lieu of toothpaste, thrust a handful
of mints into his mouth before the buzzer sounded to indicate a visitor at the
door.

“Hi honey, it’s Cristal,” purred the
disembodied voice. “Can you buzz me in?”
       

“I’ll do more than that,” he thought to
himself and crunching wildly at the mints, pressed the door release button.

Subtlety wasn’t exactly Cristal’s
strong point, but then again, she worked in a profession that wasn’t really
renowned for its subtle approach. As she slinked through the door, John’s pulse
quickened and he felt his erection began to press against his pants. She was
wearing a tiny pink vest top that exposed a delicious section of her midriff
and the diamond piercing that nestled at her navel. Her push-up bra accentuated
already impressive breasts and he longed to lick the sensuous valley that it
created almost as much as he would have loved to thrust his manhood into it,
while she caught each thrust with a warm, wet and willing mouth.

Her pretty face had been enhanced with
scarlet red lipstick, smoky eye shadow and dark mascara, but it was the silvery
white mane of hair that really blew his mind. A black leather mini-skirt so
short it could have doubled as a belt struggled to cover her modesty and pink
fishnet hold-up stockings that ended in spiked-heel ankle boots completed the
look and made her legs look long and inviting. John imagined how they’d feel
wrapped around him as he thrust into her with as much urgency and animal
passion as he could muster and he felt his erection grown another inch.

Cristal smiled a thoroughly filthy
smile, knowing exactly what he had been thinking and made her way over to where
he stood, quivering slightly.

“I think you’ve been fantasizing about
fucking me John Lyndsey.”

“I...yes, I...”

“Well I don’t like that, John.”

“You don’t?”

“No,” she ran a perfectly manicured
fingernail down the buttons of his shirt. “I hate it when people spend all of
their time thinking about what they’re going to do to me, instead of simply
pulling my panties aside and actually doing it.”

“Oh...I...”

John was lost for words, but he needn’t
have concerned himself, Cristal was a professional and as the meter was
running, she took things firmly in hand—both hands to be exact! She pushed him
backwards through the door to Goulding’s office until the back of his thighs
were pressed up against the desk. Before he had a chance to voice his
uncertainty, she had pulled his pants and boxer shorts down to his ankles and
rolled a condom down his straining phallus.

“Cristal, I can’t. This is my boss’s
office.
I...Oh God that feels amazing!”
John promptly
forgot what he was saying.

Cristal ignored the man’s sputtering as
she dropped to her knees. After a brief pause to adjust her own underwear, she
sucked John’s cock into her mouth, licking and sucking his shaft with fierce
determination. She cradled his balls in her hand and alternated between
caressing them and delicately drawing her long pink nails across the wrinkled
surface sending shivers of pleasure through his whole body.

Cristal used her mouth and tongue to cover
every inch of his cock, licking, sucking, caressing and gently biting every
inch before engulfing him again and swallowing more of his length. He slid
first into her mouth and then into her throat. It felt incredible and he knew
that after such a long period of abstinence, he would be lucky to hold out for
much longer. Balanced in a semi-squat, semi-crouched position, she pulled her
flimsy panties to one side and thrust two fingers deep into the wet folds that
lay beneath. She was lucky, unlike a lot of call girls; she loved her job and
got incredibly turned on regardless of the customer, situation or specialism.
She rarely needed lubricant and was as intent on pleasuring herself as she was
her clients.

John groaned again and through a
mouthful of cock, she added her own voice to the sound. Carefully she inserted
another finger and positioned her thumb so she could still finger herself, but
also caress her clitoris at the same time. God that felt good!

John cried out with lusty passion and
she instinctively knew that he was almost at the point of no return. Somewhat
reluctantly, she stopped pleasuring herself and turned her full attention on
the little man. She wrapped on hand around his shaft, keeping the other one on
his balls and rubbed his cock hard, while at the same time moving her mouth up
and down his erection, concentrating her lips, tongue and teeth on the tip and
the most sensitive area. The effect was instantaneous and as he bucked his hips
and grunted, she felt the warmth of his orgasm as it jetted into the end of the
condom.

As she stripped the condom from his
wilting member and deposited it in the nearby trash can. He figured that their
tryst must have come to an end, but Cristal had other ideas.

“Not bad for starters John, but I
suspected that it might have been a while since you last had a woman. I wanted
to get that out of the way so we could both get your moneys-worth.”

She returned her hand to his semi-hard
manhood and began to stimulate it, moving it up and down the shaft gently steadily
increasing the pressure and the pace.

“Now, you’re going to
lay
back on that desk and I’m going to lower my aching pussy
onto your hot, hard cock and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
She smiled a wicked smile at him. “You got that?”

John’s cock jumped in her hand and it
was all the acknowledgment she needed. She snapped another condom over his
rejuvenated erection and pushed him back until he was lying flat on Goulding’s
desk.

“Fuck him,” thought John.
“Serves him right.”

Cristal paused long enough to slide her
sodden panties completely free of her legs and climb onto the desk. She
straddled him as he gazed up at her with a look of awe and anticipation. She
guided him to the entrance to her sex and lowered herself completely so that he
sank deep into her until he was enveloped right down to the hilt.

They both moaned with pleasure and
Cristal began to rock her hips slowly backwards then forwards, controlling the
pace and the depth of penetration with a practiced ease that had them both gasping
with arousal. After several long minutes, she quickened the pace and John
grasped her hips and began to thrust up to meet her.

With the animal instinct fully
awakened, John then took complete control of the situation. He wrapped his arms
around her back and pulled her down towards him, where he could bury his face
in her heaving cleavage. At the same time, he began to thrust up with savage
passion and purpose, powering into her with so much force that his ass left the
desk and they were both lifted several inches with every thrust. It was
intense, it was brutal, but it was exactly what they both needed and he fucked
her hard, fast and deep with nine months of pent up frustration and desire
culminating in this one moment.

Cristal buried one hand between her
thighs and although John’s thrusts crushed it painfully, she kept it there so
she could rub her clitoris and maximize the orgasm that she could feel only
seconds away. At the same time, she felt John quicken his rhythm and thrust
harder and faster. Then he arched his back, let out a guttural roar and as
her own
orgasm sent her into convulsions, his seed jetted
into her in a seemingly endless stream.

“Holy shit!” said John. “That was
incredible.”

“I hope it was John, because you and I
need to have a little talk. If you’ve quite finished that is?”

John looked past Cristal and saw
William Goulding framed in the doorway. He looked angry, but John sincerely
hoped that there was also a look of baffled amusement hidden somewhere in those
eyes.
  

* * *

By ten o’clock the following morning,
things had pretty much returned to normal. Jake had turned up and been
introduced to the rest of the team. As expected, his presence and efficiency
had been well received. He got a copy of the forthcoming schedule from Charlotte
and immediately set about planning for every contingency in order to best safe
guard Goulding. He already liaised with the Memphis police authorities and
organized a combined approach to provide the necessary security presence for
the forthcoming rally.

He also set up job interviews for
potential security personal as soon as they returned from the trip stating that
a security detail of three to be the bare minimum that he could work with. It
was going to cost Goulding a small fortune, but the peace of mind it afforded
and the fact that he was helping out an old friend made it worth every penny.

John had also turned up promptly,
looking extremely sheepish and embarrassed. He had barely acknowledged the
other team members before walking in to Goulding’s office and closing the door
behind him. As far as anyone else was concerned they had been working out their
differences with regards to the slight on John Lennon. In reality, they had
been discussing the events of the previous evening. John had been surprised by
how understanding Goulding was, especially as he had been expecting to receive
the severe ass-kicking that he so rightly deserved.

Perhaps it had been his abject
embarrassment, or the heart-felt plea for discretion that had swayed his boss’s
expected response, but Goulding discussed the matter calmly with rational logic
and reasoning. John was terrified that his family and co-workers would find
out, but it had nothing to do with his own personal shame. Whether he was seen
to be devout and practicing or not, his
family were
proud Christians and the shame it would have caused them was almost too much
for John to bear. In the same way that they had protected Goulding’s reputation
from the scrutiny of his Evangelist supporters, John had begged for his own
chance at redemption.

And Goulding had granted it. Goulding
guaranteed that nothing more would be said on the matter and John had believed
him, but he had also suspected that this was a favor that he would be called
upon to honor in the not too distant future. He was in Goulding’s debt now and
that scared him nearly as much as the prospect of being found out.

When Charlotte brought in the mail and
set it down in front of Goulding with a steaming cup of coffee, he was feeling
positive and happy.
Another week down and another week closer
to a seat in the White House.
He thanked her and began to leaf through
the mountain of envelopes.

“Bill...bill...letter of
thanks...bill...what’s this?” He muttered to himself as he flipped through the
envelopes.

The letter in his hand was clearly not
part of the run-of-the-mill stationary that most businesses and individuals
used. It was a sumptuous creamy white and the paper had a smooth, luxuriant
feel that felt wonderful when it was handled.

Goulding carefully slit the top with
the ornate letter opener and unfolded the contents within. All of his good
feeling came crashing down around him. Inside was a single piece of paper, but
he no longer noticed the quality of the stationary, now he was completely
focused on the two lines that had been written across it:

We haven’t gone away Senator.
I suggest you stop ignoring us and make up your mind, as one way or another; we
are
going to get what we want.

Chapter Two

In God We Trust

“If I never have to shake another faceless asshole’s hand
before I die it’ll be too soon,” grumbled Goulding through gritted teeth and a
forced smile.

Cameras flashed all around him as the press photographers
captured the moment and justified their paychecks. The various newspaper
editors could rest easy. They had the pictures and the story to report on
Senator Goulding’s campaign visit to Memphis. The morning tabloids would be
thick with his sincerity and winning smile.