18 comments/ 40237 views/ 31 favorites Yes Congressman! Ch. 01 By: Faye_Skylark The landmark Supreme Court decision commonly referred to as Citizens United paved the way for a radical restructuring of the political dynamic of the United States as money flooded into campaigns as never before. Corporations, interest groups, organized labor, and exceedingly wealthy individuals all vied for influence in Washington D.C. with a deluge of cash. Money had been categorised as free and protected speech, and all warnings of corruption had been cast aside. Some years later this expansion of the ability to influence politics was furthered by another contentious and closely fought Supreme Court battle. In the decision West versus Murdoch, the court's conservative majority ruled that sexual speech for political purpose, which encompassed any legal sexual act, was a form of free and protected political speech. Furthermore, taken together with Citizens United, the decision made legal the employment of sexual acts to solicit donations to political causes, to influence political campaigns and politicians, and so on. Since then, political campaigns on all sides have quietly but rapidly developed a new weapon in their arsenal; the sexual operative. Commonly referred to by politicos as "Courtesans" for women and "Cavaliers" for men, these young operatives discreetly but effectively exploit this newly protected sexual speech to advance the agendas of the campaigns they work for. Fundraising and spending, already without limits, has skyrocketed. Congressmen and senators are routinely plied with sexual favors by lobbying firms and interest groups from K Street in exchange for preferential deals. Corruption has run rampant, but remains legal and untouchable. Although the practice is an open secret in the Beltway and perfectly legal, it remains largely obscured from public view, where the concept faces a powerful backlash from many voters. Those campaigns that employed sexual operatives too often or blatantly collapsed when these scandals inevitably came to light. Now, campaigns and lobbyists are far more careful in nurturing and deploying the sexual arm of their operations, even as they race to compete with one another. This series follows the story of one such young Courtesan named Rebecca 'Becky' Madison and her remarkable journey into the halls of political power. ** Becky Madison, punctual as always, found herself waiting alone standing in the office of Rick Lawson for over ten minutes before he showed up. It was to be expected, Mr. Lawson was a busy man, running one of the tightest congressional campaign races in recent memory. Becky knew him only by reputation. 'Lawson the Bulldog', the Beltway insiders called him. Once he bit, he never let go. He had turned some of the most dire campaigns around through sheer grit. There was no one tougher than Lawson. Which was good news where Becky was concerned. She had no intention of being tied down to a sinking ship. If all went as planned, this campaign was going to launch her career. Rick Lawson looked much as Becky expected him to when he finally walked in. Hair uncombed, face unshaven, suit dishevelled and missing a tie, coffee stains on his shirt. He had the grizzled look of a political veteran who had been in his fair share of trench war campaigns, and this one was no different. Despite his poor grooming, there was a certain animalistic attractiveness to the man. "Rebecca Madison, right?" asked Lawson, not bothering with polite formalities. "Spin around, let me get a good look at you." Becky smiled at Lawson's directness and spun as instructed, showing herself off to the veteran political operative. She was dressed and polished just so with the kind of casual sophistication that made her elegance seem effortless. She sported an Italian stretch cross-stitched grey belted vest over a tight white short sleeved blouse that showed off a suggestive hint of cleavage. The vest matched a slinky grey pencil skirt that ended just before her bare knees, before her legs disappeared into tall black leather high heeled boots. Becky herself was a small and petite young woman, slender with creamy freckled skin, small but perky B cup breasts and a fashionable shoulder length fringed bob of brown hair. Her sparkling blue eyes were sharp and alert, darkened with just enough mascara to make her seem more mature than her twenty two young years. "Very good, take a seat," said Lawson as her leaned back on the front of his desk with his arms folded, not bothering to sit himself. Becky perched herself in the guest chair. It smelled of musty leather and seemed to bear more than a few coffee stains. "You're resume is very impressive for someone so young," said Lawson, his flinty eyes fixed on Becky. "North Carolina state senate campaign... New York gubernatorial race... That was a tough one." "I wished we had done better, sir," said Becky. "Hell, I'm impressed you guys ran as close as you did," said Lawson. "Citizens United has meant that every goddamn congressional and senate race in the country has to raise ten or twenty times the money we used to because every half-wit billionaire and their uncle are in the Super PAC business now. You're probably too young to remember, Rebecca, but it didn't use to be like this. Sorry, I'm getting nostalgic. Let me press on. Right now, our opponent is awash in outside money. Have you heard of ANAL, Becky?" "Excuse me?" asked Becky, blushing slightly. "Americans Need American Leadership," said Lawson. "ANAL for short. It's the new Super PAC backing our opponent. Don't worry that you hadn't heard of them, they were only just reformed with the new name recently. They used to be SODOMY; Saving Our Democracy from Overseas Manufacturing Yesterday. Those wussy liberals have always been slow with effective branding. Unfortunately the new name has also come with new leadership and a new strategy, and they're out-raising and out-spending us heavily. Basically it's the latest major fundraising arm of the DNC, and they're spending a lot of big money on congressional and senate races this cycle. We have our own Super PAC of course; SLUT." "Secure Leadership for a United Tomorrow," nodded Becky. "I interned with them during college." "Right, but SLUT is just not reaching the fundraising targets we need to meet the competition from ANAL. Energy and excitement is down, and our big donors have been reluctant to commit. We need to turn that around, and that's where you come in." Lawson continued. "You need a fundraising operative?" asked Becky. "Not exactly," said Lawson. "We need a special operative that can work fluidly across a number of areas. Someone who has a specific set of adaptable skills in personal networking and a high degree of initiative and discretion. Do you know what a Courtesan is, Rebecca?" Here it comes, thought Becky. She felt nerves flutter through her body, but she had come to this interview expecting that it would head in this direction. She had to steel herself for it. This was the career opportunity of a lifetime. "I've heard the rumors," said Becky. "Good, that'll make it easier if you already know what's involved," said Lawson. "I'll be blunt, it's an arms race out there, and the problem is that there aren't many people that can do that sort of work effectively without causing a public scandal. While it may be legal, it still offends a large portion of the public, especially value voters and Christian conservatives. We can't win without those groups. The Democrats have their own problems with it from the civil liberties groups and working families. So both sides try to keep it under wraps even as we're trying to do more of it." "I've been hearing it's tough to recruit," said Becky. "If we were doing porn we'd be fine," grumbled Lawson. "But we don't need just anyone who's willing to, we need professionals. People who know the politics and the pitfalls. Trouble is most of the talent coming out of the graduate schools get sucked up by the lobbyists. More money there. What we need is a patriot. A public servant. Someone who cares about the direction of this country and is willing to spread her legs to help put America back on track again by electing the right sorts of people. Our sorts of people, with any luck. Now from the sounds of it, you might be just that person Rebecca. How about it? Are you willing to spread your legs for America?" "I... I think so," said Becky, growing a little apprehensive. If she was honest with herself, this wasn't Becky's idea of what she wanted to be doing in her career when she graduated. Becky was passionate about politics. She wanted to make her mark and help do her part for the country. It wasn't about the money for her, she wanted to change things. But she hadn't really expected that it would involve sleeping with people for political opportunism. Yet the more she learned about the way things really worked in Washington and in politics these days, the more she came to realize that if she really wanted to change things, she would have to get her hands dirty. "Now I've heard on the grapevine that you are one of the best and brightest young politicos, Rebecca," continued Lawson. "What you did for the Vickers campaign almost singlehandedly turned it around. You come very highly recommended. It's no secret in the Beltway that you're a real up and coming operative with a big career ahead of you. The trouble is, as I'm sure you know, we don't need just another politico. We have plenty. If you took a normal safe job, it'd take you twenty or thirty years just to rise to a mid-level staffer position. But if you did the patriotic thing, the brave thing, and became a Courtesan here with us... Well, let me just tell you. If we win this campaign, we're going places. And you'll be coming along with us, right to the top. What do you say, Rebecca?" It was an attractive offer. Becky pursed her lips as she thought, brushing her silky brown hair over one ear. Lawson swallowed hard as he watched her. His recruiting pitch had worked him up and the incredibly good looking young woman before him didn't help matters. Although he didn't dare tell Rebecca this, he had been struggling to recruit a Courtesan for almost two months now, and the campaign was suffering for it. They had a Cavalier for the few cougar tycoon women donors out there, but the biggest fundraising market was largely old rich men who liked hot young women. They had been so desperate they almost hired an aspiring porn starlet, but had to axe the whole deal at the last minute because she was such a gossip she would start a scandal in an instant. Rebecca Madison had come to Lawson like a godsend. Just going off her profile photo had been enough to register that she was hot. But now that he was staring at her in person, Lawson had to admit he was floored. Rebecca Madison was a blue eyed angel in knee high fuck me boots with the political experience and diplomatic tact he so badly needed and just enough desperation and ambition to consider this salacious new career. Lawson really needed Rebecca to say yes or he could kiss this campaign goodbye. Becky meanwhile, who had already made up her mind before coming today, finally voiced her assent. "When do I start, sir?" asked Becky. Lawson could have jumped for joy, but he was old and surly enough that he got by with a grunt of approval. "There's just one small matter we have to deal with first, Rebecca," said Lawson. "A formality, really, but it's required. I need you to prove you have what it takes. That is to say, I need you to prove you're willing to go through with the reality of being a Courtesan. Not everyone can handle it, even when they think they can, so we're going to do a little trial run. If you find this career really isn't for you, you can back out before having to sign anything. The second part of it is that it's also a trial to see your talent. You're clearly an incredibly attractive young woman, and you come across very professionally and tastefully, which is essential in a discreet approach for this job. But we also need to know if you have the talent to truly satisfy our clients properly. Do you understand what I'm saying, Rebecca?" "I think I understand, sir," nodded Becky. "Just to be clear, what exactly do you want me to demonstrate?" "For starters, Rebecca, I need you to get on your knees and start sucking my cock," said Lawson as he unceremoniously unzipped himself and pulled out his semi-erect penis. Becky blushed profusely, but didn't flinch. This was her test. She would either pass it and begin her new career as a Courtesan, or she would go back to her mundane life as a low level political staffer, consigned to door knocking and calling phones for the next few years. She had to blow Lawson's mind, and more importantly, his cock. Becky got up off the chair, smoothed her skirt, and then lowered herself to a crouch before Lawson, bringing her face level with his fat, slightly grubby cock. Lawson was a sweaty man, and there was a pungent aroma to his dick, but Becky steeled herself and dutifully wrapped her lips gently around the head before beginning to suck. "Mmmmmf, mmmmmnnnhhh, hhmmmnnnpph," moaned Becky, swirling her tongue around the head as she looked up at Lawson with her bright blue eyes. "Ohhhh, that's nice Rebecca, I'm sure the donors will love this," said Lawson as he looked down at Becky's little figure and her bobbing head greedily swallowing his dick. Becky bobbed her head back and forth more rapidly now, taking more than half of the fat, stubby cock into her mouth on each stroke. She reached up with one hand and grasped the base of his shaft, jacking it off as she sucked simultaneously. The combination of Becky's delicate little hand wanking Lawson while Becky's warm, wet mouth and agile tongue went to work on the sensitive end of his penis made the older man groan in delight. Becky's lips were tight and slick around his cock, sliding pleasurably up and down. His cock head trembled and spilled beads of precum across the young brunette's tongue. The taste was unpleasant and strong, but Becky took it in her stride and only bobbed faster and deeper, sucking Lawson until the tip of his cock nuzzled against the entrance to her throat. "Aaaaah! Oh Christ, that's fucking amazing," swore Lawson as his hands moved to the back of her head. Lawson held Becky's head firmly and began pushing her head back and forth with greater vigour and force. Becky's eyes scrunched and her forehead furrowed in discomfort momentarily, but she didn't try to pull away. Encouraged, Lawson forced her head down further on his dick, and picked up the pace. "Mmmhh! Mnnnhh! Hmmmn! Hmmff! Bmmnnf! Bmmnffff!" moaned Becky, as each thrust of Lawson's engorged cock now pushed aggressively at the entrance of her throat. Becky knew exactly what Lawson wanted now. It was the same thing guys she dated always wanted when she was blowing them, though she didn't oblige very often. To deep throat a cock was a difficult and often unpleasant experience, even when Becky was in the mood to do it. Lawson wasn't so rough that he was forcing his turgid member into her throat, but he was insistently suggesting that was exactly where he wanted to go. There was no other way around it. If Becky wanted this job, and she did, she would have to relent and try her best to please Lawson and her future clients, and hopefully not choke in the process. Steeling herself as she kept up her rhythmic blowjob, Becky began relaxing her throat as best she could, adjusting her petite body as she kneeled to try and create a better angle for Lawson's cock to slide deeper more easily. She had already built up enough saliva in her mouth to create a wet, slippery lubricant to ease the solid erection into her tight young throat. Becky hoped it would be enough. Lawson pushed again firmly on Becky's head and was finally rewarded with the satisfying squelching sound and tight pleasure of his cock thrusting through into the young brunette's silky throat. Beck gagged, she couldn't help it. Her throat muscles constricted and tried to repulse the foreign object that was now wedged firmly in her gullet. Her body was screaming at her to get this thing out of her face, but Becky's willpower was stronger. She was going to hold on as long as she could and prove just what a talented cocksucker she could be. "Uuuuunnnffffmmnnghhh!" gurgled Becky as she grabbed hold of Lawson's hips and tried her best to prolong the deep throat. Her head was spinning and she couldn't really tell how deep she was, but it felt like she had a lot of Lawson's penis buried in her face. "Fuck me, that's incredible!" groaned Lawson as he held her head down. Becky gagged and her blue eyes were wide with a mixture of shock and pride at what she was able to do. But it was enough now, and she had to withdraw. Becky yanked her head back and it took a moment before Lawson realized the young woman was trying to pull off and he stopped pushing down on her head. "Oh, fuck, sorry," muttered Lawson as he let Becky off. Becky pulled off with a slick pop and coughed and spluttered noisily as she recovered from the deep throat. "I'm ok," said Becky finally, though her blue eyes were welling up with tears and her mascara was running a little. "I can continue." Becky took a deep breath, relaxed her throat again, and dived back down on Lawson's tumescent hard on. This time it slid in more easily, and her throat gave way to accommodate the fat cock, though she still gagged a little as her throat constricted again around the snugly buried head of the shaft. Lawson was amazed and thrilled. His hands went right back to Becky's head and this time took hold of her silky brown hair as well. He was going to enjoy using this talented and promising young person, with any luck for the rest of the campaign and beyond. "Gnnuuhhh! Bmmnnfghh!" Becky gagged as she choked on Lawson. Effortless deep throating was not yet in her sexual vocabulary. "Fuck! Fuck Fuck!" grunted Lawson, as he pleasured himself by fucking Becky's face with a few more thrusts back and forth before he noticed she was gagging again and struggling to pull off. What a trooper, thought Lawson. Still, he shouldn't push it. He didn't want to freak Rebecca out and scare away his best prospect of a Courtesan, no matter how appealing it was to fuck this young woman's face. Reluctantly, Lawson pulled Becky off of his dick, a trail of thick viscous spit running from his soaking shaft to her rosy pink lips and chin. Becky breathed deeply and heavily, her cheeks flushed, and chest rising and falling, her mouth still hanging open. The cute little brunette wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and did her best to make herself presentable again. Then without a word she moved her head forward to take Lawson's cock between her lips once again and resume the blowjob. "That's ok, how about we explore another area," said Lawson, stopping her before she could proceed. "That was excellent. Now, stand up here and let me see your tits." "They're not very big, I'm afraid," said Becky as she climbed to her feet. "But they're very perky, and that's perfect for us," said Lawson. "From the donor micro-targeting research we've done, we know that quite a few prefer the small, petite girls like you. You're a very in-demand type. The busty blonde bimbo, while appealing to a certain demographic, is not as popular as you might think, and we've already filled all those spots." "Thanks, I guess," smiled Becky as she regained her breath and started to undo the buttons to her blouse and vest. Soon Becky's vest and blouse were hanging open and Lawson had a breathtaking view of Becky's perky rack snugly encased in a lacy black bra. Lawson's hands were on Becky's tits immediately, cupping and groping them with unrefined enthusiasm. Yes Congressman! Ch. 01 "Oh yeah, these'll do nicely," said Lawson, licking his lips. "Ideally I'd love to spend some quality time with them now, but I have a meeting coming up soon and I need to wrap up this interview here. So we're going to have to proceed straight to the main test, and I'll have to make it quick. Bend over the desk here, Rebecca." "Like this?" asked Becky as she moved forward and bent herself right over Lawson's desk, arching her back and squishing her bra-clad breasts into the smooth polished timber, bracing herself with her forearm. Her ass, tight skirt stretched across it, stuck out over the end presenting itself to Lawson. "Perfect, Rebecca," said Lawson as he positioned himself behind her, hiking up her grey skirt, yanking down her black panties and revealing her perfect young peachy ass and already juicy wet pussy. "This will only take a minute, but you'd better hold on to something. The ride might be a little rough." "How rough are we- ahhhhh!" Becky squealed as Lawson suddenly shoved his fat dick into her tight pussy from behind. Becky barely had time to grab hold of the end of the desk in front of her with both hands before Lawson seized her hips with both hands and began to demolish Becky from behind as if he were a bulldozer. "Fuck you're a tight little minx!" groaned Lawson. "I wouldn't be able to last long in you even if I wanted to." The desk shook with each thrust from Lawson. His pelvis slammed into Becky's perfect little ass in short rapid thrusts. The quivering sound of her butt cheeks being collided with each time Lawson drove into her was filling the air with the rhythmic drum beat of sex. Each thrust was accompanied by a little moan or whimper from Becky, who was doing her best not to scream out and disturb the busy campaign office outside of Lawson's room. "Ahhh! Ahhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhh!" moaned Becky as her whole body was slammed again and again into the wooden desk, making it creak and shudder with each blow from Lawson. Lawson's fucking began to reach fever pitch, humping Becky from behind against the desk with frenetic energy. Becky's back arched and her body convulsed in pleasure from the intensity of the pounding. She hadn't been filled with cock like this in a long time, and the sheer dirtiness of the quickie fuck was sparking jolts of ecstasy as Lawson slammed into her again and again. "Oh fucking hell, I'm going to cum Rebecca, get down on your knees!" demanded Lawson as he suddenly withdrew from Becky's sopping wet pussy. "I need to test how well you take a facial!" Becky didn't hesitate. She pushed herself up off the desk, spun around and dropped to her knees. She tilted her gorgeous young face up at Lawson, pursed her lips, and awaited the inevitable torrent of sperm. She was at the home stretch now. She would do whatever it took. Lawson stood over the young woman, cock erect and in hand, and wanked himself over her face. He gave a couple of strokes, and then proceeded to joyously unload his spunk on Becky. "Urrrghhhhh!" grunted Lawson, delivering the first few splashes of thick, hot jizz onto Becky's cheeks and lips. Becky winced as the cum splashed on her face. Each burst was followed by another. Soon, white sticky seed was dripping in messy streaks from her forehead to her chin. She wasn't soaked in cum, but it certainly was messy. "Wow," said Lawson finally. "You did a great job, Rebecca. I think I can safely say that after that demonstration of your talents, welcome to the team." "Thank you," said Becky, as she rose to her feet. "Is there somewhere I can clean up?" "Sure, the bathroom is right down the corridor," said Lawson. "Come back here tomorrow morning. I want you to meet the Congressman. Then we'll talk about your first assignment." "Yes, Mr. Lawson," said Becky, as she left the office. She had just taken the first step of her new career as a Political Courtesan. Becky had no idea at this early stage just how far this salacious career was going to take her. Yes Congressman! Ch. 02 Rebecca 'Becky' Madison arrived precisely ten minutes early at the office of Congressman Dean Roberts of the Virginia 12th congressional district. It was her first official day at her new job on the Roberts re-election campaign and she was to meet the Congressman himself for the first time this morning. Becky was determined to make a good first impression and had dressed for the occasion. She sported a classic navy blue 'long & lean' one-button jacket over a black spaghetti strap tank top showing off a generous hint of cleavage, and finished with pure white short cotton jean trousers that hugged every inch of her slender legs. At just twenty two years of age and barely out of college, Becky was slender and petite, and her seductive young figure simply poured itself into her outfit effortlessly, accentuating her gently curves and tiny waist. Her chest, though not large, was perky and strengthened by her good fashion choices. Her freckled face was framed by a trendy shoulder length fringed bob of brown hair. Bright blue eye, darkened with mascara, peered out from beneath the fringe. Becky now set her eyes on the pretty young blonde receptionist at the congressional office, who barely glanced up from her smart phone as Becky approached the desk. The girl had light green eyes and her silky blonde hair was tied up in a loose, casual bun that somehow looked sluttier in practice than it should have been theoretically. "Hi, my name is Rebecca Madison and I'm here for a meeting with the congressman," said Becky. The blonde receptionist, who looked no older than Becky herself, continued staring at her smart phone as she swiped through it. "Hi, my name is Lexi, how can I help you?" asked the blonde receptionist in a bored voice without bothering to even look up at Becky. "Uh, yes, I'm here to meet the Congressman," said Becky, slightly stumped by Lexi's attitude. "Do you have an appointment?" asked Lexi. "Yes," said Becky. "It should be under Madison." Becky couldn't help roaming her eyes over Lexi. The blonde receptionist was clearly very young and very attractive - skinny, tanned and leggy - and was wearing an outfit Becky would have thought totally unsuitable for as prestigious a place as a congressional office. Lexi wore a slinky black button-up cut-off vest that showed off a skinny bronze midriff and sported a plunging neckline. The top was skimpy enough as it was for business wear, but the receptionist had gone a step further and unbuttoned the top button to reveal a busty bronze cleavage and more than a hint of a bright purple lacy bra. If the Lexi's top was screaming for attention to be directed to her obviously staggeringly attractive busty chest and skinny waist, then the matching black and dangerously short mini skirt riding up Lexi's thighs was doing much the same for the blonde's long bronzed legs. Perplexed and slightly intimidated by the young skinny blonde receptionist, Becky couldn't help but be envious of Lexi's naturally busty rack, and tried her best to keep from staring at it in a mix of admiration and resentment. Becky wondered if it was usual for secretaries to wear such provocative outfits when Lexi finally answered. "The Congressman will be with you in a moment," said Lexi before returning her attention to her phone. "Take a seat, please." Becky did as asked and sat down on the low leather couch opposite the reception desk, and tried to calm herself before her meeting with Congressman Dean Roberts. Her interview yesterday with the Congressman's chief of staff, Rick Lawson, had gone as well as she could have hoped, despite the unusual nature of the position and the qualities being assessed. She had gone into it fully aware of the kind of work she was being expected to perform, but it had all seemed so abstract until she finally went through with it yesterday. Lawson had aggressively had his way with her, and the intensity of the episode still left Becky unsettled, not to mention physically sore. Still, she had done her best and she was committed now. Lawson seemed to approve of her performance and she'd been provided with all the paperwork to arrange her official commencement on the Congressional campaign. It was a complex legal arrangement and her position was officially a "Special Consultant" run through the Super PAC Secure Leadership for a United Tomorrow, or SLUT for short. It was yet another way of hiding the true nature of her role and giving the campaign plausible deniability. Agreeing to her new job meant that Becky had catapulted herself from faceless political intern to a highly paid and highly influential campaign consultant. It required certain sacrifices, but Becky was ambitious and determined, and had resolved to do whatever it took to succeed as a political operator. It was to be a new chapter in her life, and she wasn't about to back down now. And yet, the sinking sensation in the pit of Becky's stomach remained. Her jaw ached. Her lower back was sore. Between her legs she could still feel the lingering sting from being stretched and used so roughly. She would recover soon enough, but it was a reminder at how new she was to everything. She would have to get used to it. After all, there would be a lot more from where that came from in her new line of work. "You can see the Congressman now, Ms Madison," called out Lexi and pointing to the door to the Congressman's office. Becky stepped inside and was at once immersed in a world she had only ever dreamed about as a political science student in college. The office was sumptuous and elegant, full of old dark furniture and walls lined with memorabilia and photographs. A "Don't Tread on Me" poster was framed and mounted next to the flag of the Commonwealth of Virginia. She was so lost in the moment of simply absorbing the room around her she was startled when Congressman Roberts himself called out to her. "A fellow student of history I take it?" asked Congressman Roberts as he stepped out from behind his desk and reached out his arm. Roberts was a photogenic politician to say the least, and a picture perfect rendition of an all-American leader. Tall and athletic. A strong jaw and a chin with a cleft. Warm brown eyes. Wavy brown hair greying at the edges, perfectly combed without a strand out of place. Most of all was that huge Cheshire cat grin, a dashing smile that was famous for disarming even the most implacable of his foes. Roberts looked perfect in photographs, and more importantly, on television. Up close in person, the effect was simply magnified. Becky had to stop herself from swooning. "Um, yes," was all Becky managed to squeak out as she shook the Congressman's hand. That big warm hand and such a firm grip too, Becky mused, before realising she was still holding on and began to blush profusely as she quickly withdrew. Roberts acted as if nothing had happened and simply proceeded to escort Becky across the room, regaling her with anecdotes and stories about each photograph or flag or painting until they reached his desk and he offered her a seat. Becky couldn't even remember what the Congressman had said, but he now seemed to want to discuss business, so she quickly did her best to snap into professional mode. "Now Rebecca, may I call you Rebecca?" asked the Congressman, continuing before waiting for a reply, "Good, I like to be on a first name basis with my staff. We're all very close here and we look after each other. It's a team effort, Rebecca, all for one and one for all. And can I say I'm delighted to have you on the team. I've heard very good things about you. Rick was mighty impressed with your interview yesterday. He's a surly old bastard, but can I say he thought you were top notch. Top notch, Rebecca. He thinks you're just the person to get this campaign back on track. Because we're a team of winners here. Are you a winner, Rebecca?" "Yes Congressman," said Becky. "That's what I like to hear! I know you're a winner, Rebecca. You know how I know? Because my gut tells me. I always trust my gut. That's how I got here after all. Gut and values and some big fat cheques in my pocket. Speaking of which, let's get to your first big assignment!" "I'm eager to get started right away, Congressman," said Becky. "Perfect, Rebecca! See I knew you would be perfect. And damn, just look at you! Rick wasn't kidding. He said to me, 'Dean, you set your eyes on this girl and you're going to have a boner for a year', 'scuse my French, Rebecca. I must admit, Rebecca, he was right. You are a beautiful young woman, Rebecca. You are going to make a big difference to this campaign, I'm telling you that. How old are you, Rebecca?" "I'm twenty two, Congressman," answered Becky. "Twenty two!" exclaimed Robert. "Damn, you young girls these days are something else! Like young Lexi out there, my assistant. Just eighteen you know! But boy, what a stunner! You should see the young intern boys that come through here when they catch a glimpse of her, all stone dead silent! Guess that's youth for you, all those hormones raging. Gosh, it really takes me back. Lexi's been a great asset to this team. All those long days on the campaign trail... Where was I? Oh, the campaign! Yes, we've got some important work lined up for you." The Congressman took a seat opposite Becky behind his desk and his face grew serious. "Rick tells me you interned at SLUT. Did you ever meet William Taft?" asked Roberts. "The Director? No, never. I was only involved at the very lowest levels," answered Becky truthfully. "That's understandable. Taft is a big power player in the party, but these mid-term elections have a lot of fierce races going on. There's a big fight for all that Super PAC money SLUT is bringing in. So far, our campaign isn't getting our fair share. I want you to make sure our share gets fairer." "I'll get on it right away, Congressman," said Becky excitedly. "What do you need me to do?" "We've arranged a meeting for you today with Taft," said the Congressman. "You're to represent me within SLUT. Time is money, especially in politics, so we already took the liberty of forwarding your details to Taft as a goodwill gesture as to what he can expect if he gets on board with our campaign and opens up that SLUT Super Pac war chest for us. Let's just say you're just Taft's type and he was very keen to meet you in the flesh." Becky swallowed a little nervously at that. She knew what was expected of her in this new role, and she'd had a thorough dose of the physical demands required of her as an introduction in her interview the day before. Yet being thrown right into the deep end straight away was making her anxious. Becky inwardly steeled herself to commit to her new job and whatever she would have to do as part of it. This was going to be a huge opportunity. Her very first assignment and she would be dealing with the Director of Secure Leadership for a United Tomorrow personally. She had interned at the very same organisation for over a year and had never even come close to being promoted to an actual staff member. Now she had catapulted over all of the cutthroat office politics and petty rivalries to negotiate with Taft one on one. All Becky had to do was get a little physical with this man. In college she had done that for much less and had her share of regrettable flings. At least here she would be stratospherically enhancing her career. But then why did she feel so queasy about it? Becky forced her doubts to the back of her mind and resolved to follow through. She had already begun, she may as well go all the way now... Maybe this job wouldn't be so bad. The Congressman was quite handsome after all, and she wouldn't mind a little alone time with him. "When is the meeting?" asked Becky, trying not to let her nerves show. "An hour from now at Taft's favourite restaurant," said Roberts. "He never misses his lunch. We'll get you a cab there. It's a shame you have to leave right away, I was hoping to get better acquainted with you and those talents Rick spoke so highly of. Unfortunately, I have to be responsible. Your time is much better served out there for this campaign then indulging my, uh, fancies. Thanks for your service, Rebecca. This campaign and might I say the country is grateful to you." ** Congressman Roberts watched Rebecca leave his office with regret. The gorgeous young brunette had been a real breath of fresh air and a sight for sore eyes. Getting her to sign on as a Courtesan had been a win his campaign had badly needed, and Roberts knew that Rebecca needed to get to work right away helping to save his political career. But at the same time, finally meeting Rebecca face to face had also had the predictable result of making him incredibly randy. Rebecca had a refreshing look and manner of a poised, graceful and charming young woman. Physically she was petite, slender and naturally pretty in a way that brought to mind a girl-next-door type. The sum result of Rebecca's impression crystallised as a single, overriding thought; Congressman Roberts desperately wanted to fuck Rebecca Madison. This left Roberts in a difficult predicament. He was sitting behind his desk in his big comfy office chair with a raging boner in his trousers, and the girl that had stirred him up so powerfully had just walked out the door. There was no helping it. Roberts would have to resort to his usual indulgence in these situations; his slutty personal assistant and receptionist Lexi. "Lexi, could you come in here, please?" Roberts buzzed into the intercom to Lexi's desk. A few agonisingly long moments later Lexi walked into his office and true to habit, closed and locked the door behind her. Also true to habit, Lexi was still on her smart phone, eyes locked on the screen as she thumbed through whatever social media happened to be holding her attention from moment to moment. Roberts knew full well when he had hired Lexi that at eighteen years of age, decidedly average grades, and no work experience to speak of, the blonde teenager now standing before him was never the most, or even partially, qualified person for the job of serving as personal assistant to a busy and important congressman. Indeed, to Roberts' surprise, Lexi turned out to be a passable assistant, perhaps due to the ingrained talent many young people seemed to have these days in managing a deluge of social media through sheer instinct. For a complete amateur, Lexi did an impressive job at being mostly adequate as an assistant. Of course, the real reason Roberts had hired the skinny young blonde was transparently straightforward for two simple reasons. One, Lexi was a smoking hot eighteen year old with a body that even handsome young men in their prime would go crazy for, let alone older men like Roberts. Two, Lexi had offered to go down on Roberts in return for getting the assistant job. Roberts had been torn by Lexi's original offer for all of five seconds. After all, he was a happily married man who very publically subscribed to traditional family values, and that was a valuable image to project for any politician. But on the other hand, Lexi was right there, all hot and nubile and offering to suck his cock. It had not been a difficult decision to make. The blowjob was sensational, and not just because Roberts was a middle aged man getting head from an attractive teenager, though that certainly heightened its appeal. Lexi was an experienced cocksucker. Though Roberts normally prided himself on his stamina, that day he had barely lasted two minutes in Lexi's sweet mouth. The blonde girl wasn't too fond of cum however, and after Roberts had unloaded the contents of his balls all over her tongue, Lexi had promptly spat it out with practiced skill into several tissues from her handbag. The next day Lexi began work as his personal assistant and receptionist. Roberts and Rick Lawson, his ever trusty chief of staff and campaign manager, conspired over the possibility of recruiting Lexi as a Courtesan. But while Lexi was certainly slutty enough to be a Courtesan, she had neither the aptitude nor the interest to learn the delicate political side of the job. Lexi remained an assistant and Roberts had been having an ongoing affair with her ever since her job interview. It wasn't a romantic affair, or even a sentimental one. Lexi, as Roberts would learn over time, was something of a slut. She always had two or three guys on the go at a time, besides Roberts himself. Roberts and Lexi would fuck a lot. He would buy her expensive things, paid out of the campaign treasury. When Roberts was having a stressful time and needed some relief, he would call Lexi into his office (or into the back of his car on the way to meetings) and she would give him head. It was a thoroughly addictive arrangement. Like any addiction, the pangs for a hit were only becoming more frequent and intensive, especially now that the campaign was under way and his stress had hit new levels. He found himself calling on Lexi almost every day for surreptitious blowjobs or desperate quickies. "So what will it be today, Congressman?" asked Lexi, interrupting Roberts from his nostalgic reverie. Her green eyes were still fixed on her phone as she spoke. "On the desk again?" Roberts looked Lexi over properly now. She always dressed inappropriately for the office, which both irked and pleased him. Roberts ogled Lexi in her revealing vest and mini skirt with undisguised lust. Her slutty outfit was sending his mind racing with feverish and perverted thoughts, though disappointingly he did not have the time to act upon them to full measure. "I have to get to the Hill for meetings, so just a quick spit and polish will have to do," said Roberts as he stood up and hungrily eyed Lexi's stunning figure as she sauntered over to him in her strappy black wedge heel shoes. "Works for me, I want to go shopping after this and hit the sales," said Lexi, finally putting her phone away. "Can I take the credit card again?" "That depends," said Roberts, "are you willing to swallow your pride today?" Lexi rolled her eyes. Roberts knew she wouldn't swallow a load of cum of her own initiative, but that she could usually be coaxed into it with the right incentives. When they fucked in private Lexi could even be convinced to take the occasional facial, but as usual it always came with an expensive price tag. "Gross, but whatever," said Lexi in agreement. "There's a new pair of heels I want." "That's a good slut," growled Roberts appreciatively as he undid his trousers and yanked them down to reveal his upright and formidable erection. "Better get to work before they all sell out then!" Lexi gave Roberts a typical teenager look of not being impressed, but nevertheless obligingly dropped to a crouch in front of him and took his shaft in one of her small, soft hands. She wanked him casually while looking up into his face and deliberately thrusting out her chest to give him an eyeful of her tight cleavage. Roberts groaned in lust at the sight of Lexi's hot tit flesh, and promised himself he would take time out of his busy schedule to indulge in them this week. Then Lexi began lashing the head of Roberts' cock with her tongue and sparks of pleasure went ricocheting through his penis and up into his body. "Oh yeah, that's what I needed right there," sighed Roberts as Lexi's warm and agile tongue swished softly against the underside of his cock head. The physical sensation of this was delightful to Roberts, but just as pleasurable was the visual indulgence of watching this young, blonde beauty looking up at him with sultry green eyes and flushed cheeks as her soft pink tongue luxuriously licked his manhood. Lexi still had one hand wrapped firmly around Roberts' shaft, and the sight of her painted light green fingernails - the same color as her eyes - sliding over the turgid skin of his cock was incredibly erotic. Yes Congressman! Ch. 02 "Let your hair down," Roberts growled softly at Lexi. "I want to see that blonde hair free and waving like our nation's flag while you're blowing me." Lexi shrugged at the request, causing her perky young chest to rise and fall in a glorious display of cleavage, before reaching up to pull her silky blonde locks loose from the bun that confined them. The golden hair fell free and tumbled down, spilling over Lexi's bare shoulders and down her back. This had its desired effect on Roberts, who felt a shivery thrill of arousal shoot through him, and proceeded to plant one of his large, warm hands firmly on the back of Lexi's head. As Roberts pushed slowly but insistently on the blonde teenager's head, Lexi obediently took her cue as she always had and opened her mouth wide to accommodate the Congressman's long and rigid cock as it speared between her soft pink lips. The reunion of Roberts' cock and Lexi's mouth was one of familiar pleasure and expectation. Lexi's mouth was incredibly warm and moist, a cavernous realm of delight. Roberts' cock was straight and hard as a rod of iron, the bulbous head probing relentlessly forward. With each bob of Lexi's head, the pressure of her lips was a tight noose that slid forward on Roberts' shaft with smooth ease before tugging stubbornly on the pull back, leaving a coating of slick warm spit behind. Lexi could feel the pressure from Robert's grip on the back of her head grow as it always did, each push a little firmer, a little faster, as the urgency of Roberts' needs escalated. The suction Lexi applied on each stroke made Roberts weak at the knees, breathing hard through gritted teeth as he stared down in satisfaction watching the blonde's cheeks hollow and dimple from the powerful vacuum she was creating in her cavernous mouth. Roberts would tug on Lexi's hair and guide her down to attend to his balls. Lexi would scrunch her nose in displeasure at the musty male smell but dutifully lick and suck on the sweaty sack. Together the US Congressman and his young Personal Assistant proceeded with their little ritual with the almost clockwork precision that came from months of plentiful practice. The performance played out as it always did with each vying for control in their own subtle ways, with Roberts always campaigning for his personal pleasure, and Lexi working dutifully to get it over with as fast as possible. Roberts would grip a fistful of Lexi's hair and match pushing the blonde's head down with steady thrusts of his pelvis, hungry to probe his cock deeper into her mouth. Lexi would relent at first, letting the Congressman have a little of his way until the thick angry head of Roberts' cock would inevitably prod doggedly at the entry to the blonde's young throat. Lexi would gag when the intrusions got too far, and with her hands braced against Roberts' thighs, would push herself off of him and gasp for breath. A few times Roberts had actually succeeded in slipping the head of his cock right into Lexi's throat for a miraculous few moments, before Lexi choked and endured a coughing fit for the next minute or so, giving the Congressman dirty looks all the while. This time however, like most others, Lexi simply pulled off to recover and before Roberts got the chance to contemplate another incursion into the teenager's throat, Lexi wrapped her sweet little lips around the head of his cock and suck like a whirlwind. Lexi may not have been able to deep throat, but she could sure as hell could give a stellar blowjob. Her blonde head bobbed rapidly and feverishly on the upper half of the Congressman's flag pole. Roberts would be lost in the sweet agony of riding out Lexi's oral storm. Sometimes he would grasp Lexi's blonde head with both hands and vigorously hump Lexi's face in response, something the teenager would willingly indulge him in as long as he didn't thrust too deep. Other times he would let her do all the work while his hands roamed down to squeeze her busty young tits. Roberts would call her a "slut", "whore" or "cocksucker". Lexi knew this meant the Congressman was getting close, and would jerk off the shaft in one hand while she sucked, her other hand squeezing the balls over and over again with her delicate fingers. Sooner rather than later, Roberts' balls would rise and tighten. Lexi would taste the familiar trickle of unpleasantly bitter precum on her tongue. If they were in a hotel or somewhere very private, the Congressman might have grunted at her to prepare for a facial. If they were having a quickie like they were now in the office however, Roberts would only cum in Lexi's mouth. This particular encounter finished no differently. "Oh God, Lexi, here it comes!" Roberts gasped in ecstasy as he reached his climax. "Take it all you little slut!" Lexi compliantly tilted her head back, stuck out her tongue and accelerated jerking off the cock in her hand to frenetic speed. Roberts looked down in awe meeting Lexi's green eyes as cock popped off a thick spurt of hot white cum straight into the teenaged blonde assistant's open mouth. Before the cock had the chance to twitch and spray a rogue shot of semen off-target, Lexi wisely clamped her lips tightly around the firing cock head, engulfing it in her accommodating mouth just as more sticky seed ejaculated heavily onto her tongue. The load tasted salty and foul to Lexi and seemed to fill her mouth to the brim with its viscous, slimy Lexi's mouth filled with slimy, viscous semen. Eventually the cock in her mouth ceased pulsing, leaving behind a large, salty and foul tasting deposit of semen collected on her tongue. Lexi desperately wanted to spit the unpleasant load out, but her greed for the new pair of shoes she had been eyeing overcame her disgust. Blowjobs for her were simply an easy chore to perform to get what she wanted out of men, despite her distaste at the climactic results. With that in mind and day dreams of brand new heels in her head, Lexi slipped her mouth off Roberts' cock, tilted her head back and swallowed. Congressman Roberts watched Lexi do this with great satisfaction, then hurriedly pulled up his trousers and zipped himself back up. All up the blowjob had lasted ten minutes. It wasn't the fix for the sexual cravings he was having when Rebecca Madison walked into his office, but it would tide him over for the rest of the day. Probably. "Thanks Lexi, you're a doll," sighed Roberts contentedly. "I better move my ass though, I've got to pass a bill giving $40 million to No Sex Before Marriage programs. Teach some kids some traditional values. Good thing you're not one of them, though! Right, Lexi?" Lexi wasn't listening however, she had already fixed herself up, wiped her mouth, and was back on her phone catching up on everything she had missed while busy with the Congressman's cock stuffed in her mouth. ** Becky sat across from William Taft in the elegant restaurant he was lunching at. The midday crowd had filled the place out with tables full of political heavyweights, backroom operatives and cashed up lobbyists. Taft had reserved a relatively private little table for two, apparently specially for Becky. Taft had been a complete gentleman, showing Becky to her seat, making warm and charming conversation, and showering Becky with compliments. Taft had the manner of an endearing old uncle or family friend. Becky idly poked at her salad with a fork, not particularly hungry, and too nervous to eat. Across the table, Taft in contrast was polishing off a third main course. This was, in the scheme of things, not unsurprising now that Becky had met Taft in person, for William Taft was an incredibly large man. His belly was round and wide, and would collide with the table whenever Taft laughed out loud, which was often in the course of the meal. Despite his girth, Taft seemed unusually nimble and animated with his hands, reaching food with a deftness Becky assumed must have helped in developing such an expansive figure. Becky did her best to keep up the small talk, and at times found herself forgetting why she was there in the first place and simply enjoying the conversation. Taft made it all so easy. Of course, anytime this happened Becky would promptly be pulled back to reality whenever Taft kept referring to looking forward to their afternoon together. Becky's anxiety would return doubled. Taft was in no way sexually attractive to Becky. Eventually, Taft finished his lunch and called for the bill. Butterflies fluttered in Becky's stomach. She wasn't sure what exactly Taft expected from her, but her imagination was running wild with ever more outlandish and nauseating scenarios. "I think it's time we get down to business, don't you, Rebecca?" said Taft as he left his credit card to be collected, snapping Becky out of her daze. Becky noted with some annoyance that Taft had taken to calling her Rebecca quite quickly, rather than Ms Madison. Becky sighed, it was to be expected with all of these older men around her now she supposed. "What did you wish to discuss first, Mr Taft?" asked Becky, trying to ascertain Taft's starting point and go from there. "I know you're here as a Courtesan on behalf of the Roberts Campaign and I'm well aware of what you've been instructed to get out of me and my organisation," said Taft. "But I'm afraid the details are a little more complicated than you may have first realized." "My understanding was that SLUT would raise and spend money on behalf of the Roberts Congressional Campaign," said Becky, trying her best to switch into political mode. "I'm simply here to facilitate that agreement." "Right you are, Rebecca! SLUT has indeed agreed to support Congressman Roberts. But how exactly is that to work?" "I'm not sure I follow, sir," said Becky, genuinely curious as to what Taft was getting at. Was this not to be a simple transaction of playing Courtesan to Taft? "Don't worry, Rebecca, this isn't a test," said Taft warmly, "let me explain. SLUT, as you well know, is a Super Pac. We exist to be able to raise and spend potentially infinite amounts of money to influence the political landscape. SLUT of course backs a particular side and party, just as our rival ANAL does for the opposing side of politics. As a Courtesan, your job is to help influence politics by means of your very special skills. A large part of that will be through drumming up money, organisation and support from particularly influential patrons. A Courtesan will be allocated to particular patrons and any funds or support they promise is then directed by SLUT to the campaign the Courtesan is attached to. But how do we find the patrons?" "There's any number of people and organisations we could go to who could be sympathetic to our cause," began Becky. "I can think of big industry groups, religious organisations, community associations..." "Yes, but here's the catch, Rebecca," said Taft, leaning forward, "how do we deploy considerable assets like yourself and other Courtesans most effectively? After all, let's be honest, Courtesans are a finite and valuable resource! There simply aren't enough to go around. More problematically, we don't want to send a Courtesan to a patron that isn't interested in that sort of thing. That would be most embarrassing for everyone involved. Unfortunately, it has happened before, and it makes a real mess of things. So what would we need to do?" "We would need a discreet and approved list of patrons who were interested," said Becky, her mind turning quickly as she caught on to what Taft was talking about. "A database of some sort..." "Yes, but not just for a simple yes or no over interest in Courtesans or Cavaliers," said Taft, now speaking in a hushed whisper. "Imagine a database as sophisticated as any of our voter targeting operations, but dedicated entirely to the personal preferences and proclivities of our most valuable patrons. A secret profile of information that would allow us to micro-target individual patrons with the Courtesan most suitable to fulfil their desires." Becky's head was spinning. The implications of what Taft was talking about was monumental. Not to mention, potentially unethical and even illegal. But the power a Super Pac like SLUT would wield with such a database was extraordinary. Becky leaned forward too now, so engaged with Taft's covert disclosure that she inadvertently displayed to the fat older man an arresting view of her creamy cleavage. Taft indulged himself in a lingering look down the young woman's spaghetti strap tank top, before licking his lips in barely disguised appreciation. Becky was far too wrapped up in the weight of Taft's revelation to have noticed however. "In that case, what's stopping SLUT from using this profile database to help any number of political campaigns?" asked Becky. "You've asked the perfect question, Rebecca! I can see you're a sharp little one!" grinned Taft. "The issue is primarily in the supply and distribution of Courtesans, and which campaigns have them and which don't, and which campaigns have good ones, and which don't. Because it's a highly demanding job on multiple levels, there is only a small pool of desirable and effective Courtesans out there. Now, think of where most are recruited to? Presidential races have the top pick, but in a mid-term campaign, you're looking at select Governor and Senate races, usually for those with future Presidential ambitions. From there it's a dwindling pool. You'd be hard pressed to find almost any Congressional campaign with a proper Courtesan. Not that they don't try and cheat. They'll hire porn stars or hookers and hope to pass them off as the real deal. That always ends badly." "So it's about matching the patrons with the right Courtesan?" asked Becky. "Exactly, but it doesn't end there," said Taft, speaking in whispers now and leaning further forward, both to speak to Becky more intimately and to sneak more looks down her black tank top, "it has a breakdown, provided at the discretion of the patrons, of precisely the kind of experiences they're looking for. Let me use a real example from the database. A patron is looking for a tall, leggy redhead in her early twenties. He enjoys medium to large breasts, but size isn't a priority. They must be natural however. He prefers a wild and dominating girl, and has a particular fetish for a stewardess and a mile high fantasy. He's not interested in small talk or a girlfriend experience, he just wants sex. More specifically he has a predilection for being made to perform oral sex on a woman. He likes dirty talk, but not rough play. Once he's aroused he prefers to be straddled and ridden by the woman. He does not want anal however. When he is reaching the peak of his pleasure, he has a specific request that the woman kneel or crouch at his feet, but must not touch him. He then proceeds to masturbate himself to completion over the woman's face and chest. She is not to touch him during or after this, but encouraged to talk dirty to him as she sees fit. He then enjoys watching her for a few minutes after, at which point he will take his leave. Note how the climax is notably in contrast to the more assertive character of the girl he preferred, but verbally remains dominant. That's the level of specification and detail we strive for at SLUT. Simply sending this patron a call girl with instructions to be dominant would be thoroughly insufficient or detrimental. It has to be as close to the ideal as possible. That's what we'll expect from you, Rebecca, if you qualify for being a true Courtesan." "Mr Taft, I have a follow up question," said Becky. "Surely many patrons would have several or many requests for he kinds of experiences they want, not just one?" "You're quite right, Rebecca," said Taft. "The database takes this into account. Patrons can submit multiple specific or more general requests at a time. At the same time, Courtesans have profiles on the database too, that are uploaded and updated on a regular basis. When a Courtesan matches enough requirements for a particular request, an alert goes out to the patron who is prompted to make an inquiry for availability, and subsequently can make a booking." "I take it the Courtesan then has to do her best to live up to the rest of the specific requirements a patron may make in a request?" asked Becky. "Yes, but only as long as they are comfortable doing so," said Taft. "SLUT prides itself on matching patrons with the right Courtesan, and making sure the Courtesan is willing and able to go through with a job is an important part of that." That sounded to Becky a lot like a dodge. Becky knew this business was played just like any other. Either find a way to do your job, or look for a new one. Being a Courtesan was about satisfying the needs of the patrons. Only those that did that successfully would rise to the top. "So I'll need a profile on the database to get started then," said Becky. "When can I set one up?" "Already taken care of, Rebecca," smiled Taft. "Roberts' office was kind enough to pass along your physical details and photographs. Your profile is already online. I knew you would raise the interest of at least a few of our patrons, but I must say I was unprepared for just how much attention you've drawn." "Really?" marvelled Becky, her eyes going a little wide. Becky wasn't above flattery, and this kind of interest from powerful political donors could do wonders for raising her status. "What level of attention are we talking about?" Almost without realising it, Becky was shifting in her posture and expression, head tilted slightly, neck and cleavage well exposed to Taft, her lips pursed. It was a natural flirty display and it signalled Becky's willingness to throw herself into this game of sex and power with abandon. "I admire your eagerness, Rebecca, it speaks well to your ambition, but that is valuable information" chuckled Taft, noticing her interest and finding himself increasingly tight in his trousers, and not just because of the food he had eaten. Taft desperately wanted to unzip himself right there in the restaurant and perhaps have Becky pleasure him, but he would have to delay his gratification until the arrangement with the foxy young brunette was sealed. "What do you need me to do so I can put it to use?" asked Becky daringly, idly brushing some of her silky brown hair past her ear. That caught Taft off guard, he wasn't expecting the young woman to be so forward, especially when she had been so nervous earlier. "Ahem, well, although you are well recommended through Mr Lawson, we really don't have a full measure of your talents and your repertoire," said Taft. "My suggestion is to begin by finding your base line, so to speak, so we can see where your specialty lies and where you find the most success. I've prepared assignments for three very different patrons for you with very different requirements. Each will promise valuable support to Congressman Roberts' campaign should you successfully carry out your role. Their evaluations will be forwarded to me and SLUT will be able to incorporate their reviews into our database to help define what kind of Courtesan you are. How does that sound to you, Rebecca?" "What are the assignments?" asked Becky, not willing to rush into a deal with Taft just yet. Taft nimbly produced his tablet and with a few deft swishes provided it to Becky. Each seemed to cover a very different but important constituency for her campaign. Becky skimmed over the profiles and picked up the main points. There was a Wall Street bigwig, a rural Tea Party association and the well-known leader of an influential Evangelical megachurch. The particulars of their requests ranged from the simple and obvious to the intimidating and startling. Each presented its own unique set of opportunities and challenges, thought Becky as she flicked through the files. Yes Congressman! Ch. 02 "Do I choose one now?" asked Becky. "You can do them in whichever order you wish, but they must all be completed by the end of the month," said Taft. "However, there is another matter that requires your attention first." "Oh, what's that?" asked Becky. "It's standard practice that when a new Courtesan, such as yourself, starts with SLUT, that they demonstrate their skills by remaining on call to attend to the Director whenever needed," said Taft smoothly. "This helps build up your experience, and also allows us to better tailor your personal profile as a Courtesan." He was lying, of course, there was no such requirement, although he had successfully tricked two Courtesans to agree to such a deal during his time as Director. The most recent one had just gotten wise to the situation and moved on to more lucrative bed partners, leaving Taft bereft of much needed sexual relief. The trouble with Courtesans was that they were always too in demand by clients, and had no official responsibility to service management. They usually had to be bribed or conned into such arrangements. Taft was desperately hoping Becky would be desperate and ambitious enough to fall for his ruse. "Ok, Mr Taft," swallowed Becky nervously, but steeling herself to continue. "When do we begin?" Taft leapt for joy inside, and quickly signalled for the bill. ** Barely more than an hour later, Becky was naked on her back on a plush hotel bed, legs spread wide as the humungous Mr Taft lay on top of her in a rough approximation of the missionary position. The petite Becky was dwarfed by Taft's body, pressing her into the mattress under the sheer weight and girth of his belly. Mercifully, Taft was propping himself up sufficiently well that Becky was in no immediate danger of being crushed under him. Taft was huffing and puffing over Becky, his face pink with exertion as his cock ploughed the young brunette's tight wet pussy with the surprising vigour of a much younger man. Taft's penis was of decent size and girth and the sensation of its firmness filling up Becky's pussy in rhythmic stroking was pleasant enough. However, buried beneath Taft's wobbly protruding gut, it had made accessibility an immediate challenge for the pretty young brunette. Something as simple as trying to reach down and play with Taft's penis became an awkward game. It didn't help that the fat man was happily groping Becky's perky tits through her spaghetti strap tank top while she was fumbling around trying to find and keep hold of his cock. Matters progressed hardly any better when Becky dropped to her knees and attempted to initiate a blowjob. This proceeded more smoothly once Taft reclined himself onto the hotel room couch sufficiently that Becky had just enough room to manoeuvre her head under his belly and slip her luxurious mouth around his cock. Taft was gentlemanly enough to let her work at her own pace without pushing her head down. However, there was no delaying his inevitable interest in banging her. Taft had laid back on the bed like a sunbathing walrus and Becky stripped down and clambered onto him like a tiny bird trying to find her balance. As unappealing as the sight of this was for Becky, the position worked quite well from a practical point of view, and so she wisely closed her eyes and rode the big man like a petite cowgirl while he pawed at her small and delicious tits. Her moves were working a little too well, however, as before long they had inspired Taft to toss her down onto her back on the bed, spread her creamy young thighs and mount her. Pinned under him, Becky could do little but squeal and writhe as her little body was pounded into the mattress and wait for his inevitable climax and pray that it would be quick. Overwhelmed by the beauty and tightness of Becky's young, petite body, Taft did not last long. It had been a little over ten minutes since they had begun and already Taft could feel his balls tingling with anticipation, his cock enveloped by the finest pussy he had experienced in years. Taft attempted to contemplate painting Becky's face or body with his cum, splattering over her breasts perhaps. It was in vain, as before Taft knew it he was spasming and quaking with pleasure as he ejaculated into the tiny young brunette's miraculous pussy. Ribbons of semen pulsed out into Becky's already soaking cavern. Taft bellowed above Becky as he came, pushing deep inside her until the very last spurts. "Congratulations, Rebecca," wheezed Taft, "you're now a Courtesan!" Becky was too shell shocked from the sex to reply. As they both gathered their breath in ragged gasps, Becky felt a spreading sensation of warm accomplishment radiate through her. It may have been the post-coital dopamine hit, but she preferred to think of it as career fulfilment. She was now officially a Courtesan. Little did Becky know that her incredible journey had only just begun.