3 comments/ 42913 views/ 3 favorites Senatorial Secrets Ch. 01 By: RedHairedandFriendly Author's Note: This is purely fiction and doesn't represent any political person in real life. It is not a story to pick on any certain state or political party. It is simply me writing a story and nothing more. If you'd like to comment please feel free. Yes, the subject is taboo, I know this, but again, it is just a story. Please understand that only comments given with respect are kept in my public comment section here on lit. Thanks again and enjoy part one of this new series ~ Red. Brad Scholastic wiped his wet, limp cock across the come-covered ass of the man he'd just fucked. His eyes, still glazed with lust, took in the scene before him; he smirked. The young man was tied to the bed. His fingers still clenched into tight fists. Brad climbed off the bed and moved to the door. He pressed the intercom button. "I'm done here," he said, and then moved back to the young man. He sat down and removed the cuffs that had kept his lover secured. "It's been fun," he told him. He rubbed one wrist and then leaned over to release the other. It too was treated to strokes and then each ankle was released. Brad heard the soft knock on the door and headed to the bathroom. "Come in," he shouted and shut the bathroom door behind him. He heard his security personnel moving in the room he'd left. He wondered if Daniel was going to be treated to more play, before he was allowed to leave. Brad got into the shower and washed away the evidence of his latest fuck. He thought back over Daniel's mouth and how good it had felt to cover his dick. He closed his eyes and began to stroke his rod, making it grow hard once more. When he showered the tile wall with come, his mind was recalling the sound of Daniel's high-pitched squeal as he begged for Brad to get off him. Daniel however, had eventually shut-up, accepted his fate and took Brad's abuse, until Brad was spewing his seeds into the young virgin ass. The soft knock on the bathroom door, let Brad know that the room was clear and it was free for him to come out. Brad yelled over the sound of the shower that he'd be finished soon. When he emerged it was to the sight of a well made hotel bed and two body guards staring at him. "Everything go as planned?" he asked the taller man. Peter, a striking individual with black hair and dark brown eyes nodded his head. "Mister Evans has been paid and we are sure he understands the consequences if he doesn't keep his mouth shut." Brad smiled. "Good," he said and slapped Peter on the back. "I trust everything else has been arranged." He addressed this question to the other man as he pushed past both men and grabbed his clothes. Samuel lifted one brow and watched his employer get dressed. "Yes, Sir. Your wife and daughters were disappointed to hear that you would be missing lunch, but look forward to seeing you at this evening at Geoffrey's." "Great. I'm sure Samantha will have a way to smooth things over with them all," Brad said as he pulled up his pants and secured the zipper, button, and finally the leather belt. "She always does, Sir," Peter said and held out the seven hundred dollar sports coat. "The media will be downstairs." "I figured as much. I'm sure Daniel was taken out the back as usual?" Brad asked, his face showing no real worry. "Of course Sir," Samuel answered. "Good," Brad answered again. He slipped on his coat and checked his appearance. His face was full of life. He swore it was from the sexual romps he had grown accustomed too. They helped ease the tension from his shoulders and kept his mind clear. "Peter," he said, to his reflection, though he knew the man he addressed was listening. "Daniel was nice, but too old. You know I like them younger." "He was only twenty-one Sir. It was all we could get on short notice," Peter said. Brad turned and straightened his tie. "Peter, excuses don't sit well with me. Carolyn is my contact here in this city. She should have had someone fresh and new waiting for me." "I apologize for her Sir. I'm sure she did her best. We weren't expected to stop here after all. She's never failed you before," Peter answered. "No, she's not, she'll not do it again, I suspect. Tell her I'll make her life miserable if she does fuck up. Next time I am in this area, the ass I have in my bed better not even have a hair on it. I want those young men fresh and new. Eighteen, nineteen. . .younger is better, but even I know that would fuck up my career even more than this. At least fucking them is legal." He laughed and opened the door to the hotel. "Coming gentlemen?" he asked. Peter followed his boss out and watched his co-worker, Samuel rush to get in front of the Senator from Ohio. As the small group rounded the hall, another pair of body guards rose up from a pair of hotel chairs and took their place on either side of the uprising political star. Peter felt the familiar ache in his guts to put a bullet between Brad Scholastic's head and watch the blood flow free down his lifeless skull, before the man dropped. The weight of his gun was familiar to him and he wondered when Brad would meet his maker and who would be the one to do it. He wanted to, but morals wouldn't allow him too. Inwardly he cursed himself; if his morals were so high and mighty, why had he just paid a stranger ten thousand dollars so a future Presidential hopeful could fuck his ass? The highly armed group of four men and the body they had sworn to protect entered the elevator. Peter and the others remained on alert as the elevator slid down the sixty-four floors toward the main level. When the doors parted, Brad took the lead, allowing his personnel to surround him as he walked. Cameras flickered to life and reporters rushed forward. All were pushed back as Brad made his way to a podium that had been brought to the front lobby. Brad waved to the crowd and the group of news reporters. His million dollar smile was soon plastered over the airwaves and internet news sites as he answered questions on the War in Iraq and the rise in gas prices, as well as his feelings on terrorism. Peter stood back and listened as his boss wove a spell of empty promises and lies that he had grown used to since becoming a body guard for rising politicians. He was amazed how Brad never really answered questions, but left the audience grinning with hope for a better future playing on their minds. When the press conference ended, he and Samuel walked out with the other guards and Brad. They reached the limo and took their places in the front after checking to see that the back was clear. Pete got in the driver's seat and watched the other guards climb in the back with the Senator. "Ready?" he asked after pressing the intercom. "Fuck yes," Brad's voice came over the speaker. "You boys did good," he muttered and then the com went silent. Peter shook his head, knowing that Brad was going to enjoy the long ride to the airport. "Who'd you find?" he asked Samuel. Samuel smirked. "I told Carolyn earlier, that he'd be pissed, so if she could throw in a toy for the ride home, Brad would be appreciative." "I take it she found someone?" Peter asked. "Yeah," Samuel winked and leaned back. "You good to drive?" "Yeah, I'm good. It's only a few hours and then I'll catch a few winks on the plane. We're scheduled to land in Vegas, before the supper hour, then we'll see him to dinner, deliver him to his wife and kids, then I'm off for the weekend. You?" Peter asked. "I'm picking up Ben's hours, seems his wife went into labor. . .so I've got Senator duty all this weekend," Samuel chuckled. "The only good thing about finding Brad his toys, is I get a lot of fun with them when he's finished." "I know you do," Peter smirked. He watched Samuel grin and felt his stomach roll, another thing about his job he didn't like was watching Samuel take his own sick pleasures out on the young men that Brad screwed. Peter, however chose to sit back and absorb it all. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Brad stared at the young man sitting across from him. He ran one hand up the bare leg and grinned. "How old are you?" he asked the youth, already feeling his cock growing. He eyed his two guards and watched them turn their heads away. His hand crept closer to the limp dick as he waited for the blond, blue-eyed beauty to answer him. "Eighteen; Carolyn said you'd make this fun for both of us, so I figured what the fuck." "Yeah, we'll both enjoy it. What's your name?" Brad asked. He wrapped his fingers around the limp rod and began to stroke it. "Brian," he answered and spread his legs. "Man that feels good." Brad smiled. "It sure does look good. I'm gonna enjoy you." He sat back, leaving the now half stiff rod behind. He opened his jacket, and slacks, then pulled his cock out. "I think you should deal with this," Brad said, palming his balls and stroking his member. Brian grinned and moved to slide onto his knees. "These limos are fuckin' huge aren't they." He placed his hands on the cloth-covered thighs of Senator Scholastic and spread them apart. "Yeah, and we're going need every inch of space." Brad closed his eyes and felt the soft lips of Brian cover his prick. "Oh fuck yeah, take it boy." Brian moved his head down, keeping his mouth open wide, until he had the full member buried to the hilt. He closed his lips, his tongue stretching out to lap at the swollen cock that filled his mouth. His teeth grazed the sides and then dragged gently over the engorged veins as he made his ascent up the Senator's dick. Brad shuddered. His hands moved into the blond curls and he tugged on them. "That's right suck it all. Take every inch until you want to gag and then you fuckin' take more." He growled and pushed his hips up while pushing Brian's head down. He thrust his hips up, grinding the young man's face into his pelvis. "Fuck yeah," he growled and felt Brian's fingers on his balls. "Mmm. . .suck 'um. Suck my balls you sick fuck." Brian felt the grip on his head cease and came off Brad's cock. He swallowed saliva and smiled at the handsome man from Ohio. "Sure thing," he said and winked. He thought of all the zero's he was going to be depositing into his bank and dropped his lips down to the large velvet sack. He lifted the heavy spheres and embraced them with his mouth. His tongue pushed them to the left and then the right. He sucked hard, letting the twins roll around and be treated to tight squeezes of muscles and scraps of teeth. "Damn, your good. Don't stop. . ." he grunted and began to jerk his dick with his hand. He looked to his body guards and muttered low. "Help him out," he told them, not caring which man listened, but knew they both would. Brian was surprised by the massive paws pulling his legs apart. He felt someone's mouth take in his cock and moaned against Brad's balls. "Yeah, I like that. I love feeling that vibration on my balls. Suck him harder," he muttered to the guard that was sucking off the young man's dick. Brad felt his dick jerk and he grinned. "Come here you slut and take this cock." Brian groaned and pushed his pelvis into the stranger that was sucking him off. "I don't know how you get them to listen to you, but I'm glad they do." He wasted no time in taking Brad's dick into his mouth and sheltered it in its warmth. "I hand pick most of them. . .and pay them well." He laughed and then growled deep when he felt Brian begin to deep throat him. "Ohhh fuck yeah " Brain shot his load of come into the body guard's mouth and felt his seed spill out past the man's lips. His mouth tightened around Brad's cock and he was soon drinking his fill of political come. He swallowed fast as another load was shot deep and buried in the warm recess of his stomach. When the limo stopped, Brian was smiling and holding a check drawn from an account that had been arranged by Brad, several years ago when he began his political career. The name on the account was one that no one would have associated with him, since the name was feminine and the person had died years ago in the arms of Brad's mother. Brad dashed out of the limo followed by his men and the keys to the limo were tossed to Brian from some unseen hand. The group boarded the plane and settled in for a quick jaunt to the Casino Capital of the World. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Carolyn picked up her phone and grinned at the name that popped up on the screen. "Hello big brother," she whispered and twisted her chair back to her desk. She picked up several glossy images of the Senator from Ohio and the man in the hotel, fucking hard and deep. She smirked and pressed a kiss to the image. "I take it the pictures are already in your greedy palms?" Peter asked. "Yes, and quite lovely they are. I'll have more when Brian get's back with the car, though he doesn't know it," she answered back. "Where are you all headed?" "Las Vegas." Peter yawned into the phone. "Samuel said he arranged that treat for Brad, with your help of course." "Yeah, he called and told me Brad was going to be pissed, I knew he was though. I couldn't help it, when I got the call he was wanting a treat for his brief stint here, I had to give him someone older, but still fresh. I'm not too happy with his treatment either. I had to pad his payment a little more myself. Brad's getting meaner in his old age." Carolyn scooted back from her desk and began to shred the images that hadn't come out clear. "Yeah, he is, but eventually it'll all come back to him," Peter said. "Look, sis. I'm beat. I'm going to catch some sleep before we land. Got the whole family to watch tonight." "Oh the twins too, you lucky SOB." Carolyn said her good byes and then hung up the phone. She turned back and began to file away the prints of Brad and another lover. Peter pushed his phone in his jacket pocket and hurried to his seat. He buckled up and waited for the flight to get permission to leave. He closed his eyes, remembering the sights and sounds in the hotel room and inwardly cringed. His brother had cried like that, begged and pleaded to be left alone, then hours later he'd killed himself and Peter had held his body in his hands vowing to destroy the young uprising star of the North, that had raped his young sibling. Senatorial Secrets Ch. 02 Author's Note: This story will have a hint of gay male in the beginning, but this chapter doesn't focus on that, but the hint is necessary to go with the preceding chapter and the lifestyle of the Senator. ~ Red +++++ Taken from Ch. 01 "Yeah, he is, but eventually it'll all come back to him," Peter said. "Look, sis. I'm beat. I'm going to catch some sleep before we land. Got the whole family to watch tonight." "Oh the twins too, you lucky SOB." Carolyn said her goodbyes and then hung up the phone. She turned back and began to file away the prints of Brad and another lover. Peter pushed his phone in his jacket pocket and hurried to his seat. He buckled up and waited for the flight to get permission to leave. He closed his eyes, remembering the sights and sounds in the hotel room and inwardly cringed. His brother had cried like that, begged and pleaded to be left alone, then hours later he'd killed himself and Peter had held his body in his hands vowing to destroy the young uprising star of the North, that had raped his young sibling. +++++ The plane landed a few hours later and once more the Senator from Ohio, was surrounded by his entourage. The press wasn't as thick at the airport, but there were a few local news crews taking pictures of the handsome man who many billed to be one of the uprising stars in Washington. Brad spied his limo, waved to the press and hurried over to take his place in the back of the long, stretched vehicle. He scowled at Peter and Samuel when he noticed no plaything waited for him. "Jesus Fuckin' Christ, where the fuck is my release. This whole day's been fucked up. First Carolyn's fuck up with that old ass in my bed and now this!" Brad pulled a cigar from his breast pocket and lit the long thick rod. "Fucked up, damn it! You two know there is supposed to be someone at every freakin' stop. What happened to Greg?" He asked, not caring who he addressed. He was angry and wanted answers. "Sir, Greg if you recall is out of town. His wedding was last week and they are in the Spain, your treat," Samuel said, pulling off his jacket and loosening his tie. "The others we've acquired in the past were unavailable." "Unavailable? Why - - what was it, Gay March Day on the Hill?" Brad asked. He pulled his own jacket off and tossed it across to the other set of seats, where his two security officers sat. "Tell me Samuel how the fuck am I supposed to meet that tight as bitch I'm married to if I don't feel mellowed out?" His eyes moved over both men and he raised a brow to Samuel, who was already removing his high priced silk shirt, that had been hidden under his black jacket. "You know your older than I like, but I see your willing to help me out." He opened his slacks and took his limp rod out. "You know Peter, you could learn a lot from Samuel." Brad gazed at the other body guard, noting his lack of interest in what was about to occur. "Still not seeing the perks of being my plaything?" Brad asked the young man, then turned to see Samuel leave the leather cushioned bench. He spread his legs as his bodyguard settled between them. "No Sir, I'm quite content fucking the female gender," Peter answered. He said nothing else, but stared down the Senator until the time Samuel was spending with his face buried between his bosses thighs was enough to distract the man. Brad closed his eyes and pushed his fingers into Samuel's hair. His moans were soon filling the air and he had no worries over his body guard's sexual preferences. The only reason he kept Peter on board was because Peter seemed to know where to find the best, tight asses and the youngest ones too. Peter did his best to block out the sounds of Brad Scholastic being pleasured by his co-worker Samuel. In his mind he thought of the restaurant where he was scheduled to oversee Brad and Samuel with Ohio's Lady and the twins. A smirk rose on his lips as he stared out the window, past the reflection of Samuel on his knees and Brad's look of pleasure. Gina and Gail hadn't fallen far from their father's tree. The two girl's were just as wicked as their dad, playing both sides of the fence as well as with the security personal that protected their father's body. He closed his eyes, feeling his cock grow as he thought of the last time he'd been with both girls. His hand moved down to readjust his package and he heard a chuckle. He knew his boss would be thinking he was getting a hard on because of the blow job Samuel was giving, but he'd be wrong. Peter was getting hard because he was recalling Gina and Gail on their knees taking turns sucking his cock. Screwing Brad over in his political career was one goal that Peter was enjoying far more than he should have, but he'd never forced the girls to do anything they didn't want to do. They had pursued him. When he confessed it to Carolyn, she told him enjoy it, just take pictures. So he had. "Yessss," Brad's voice ricochet around the limo's inner surface. Peter took a deep breath and waited to be addressed. Eventually, Samuel was getting dressed and Brad was zipping up. "Liked that didn't you old man?" Brad asked Peter. Peter turned to face his employer. "Guess it seemed that way, huh?" Brad smirked. "I saw what I saw," he winked and reached over to squeeze the man's leg. Peter's fingers curled into a fist, clenched tight against his chin. "Things always aren't what they seem Sir," he said and stared back at the Senator. Brad glared and moved his hand back. "I keep you on because of your contacts Peter. You can be replaced." Peter stared back at the man, feeling Samuel's eyes on him, wondering what he was thinking. He shifted so he better faced the rising star and his co-worker, crossed his arms in front of him, leaned back and smirked. "Sir, I can work for anyone. If you'd like me to put in a request to leave I will, but. . .yeah, my contacts will probably come with me. You aren't the only Senator living a secret life Sir." Brad sneered. "No shit, but . . ." he flipped his hand in the air, "enough. I'll not push you Peter, but you can't deny you were stroking your cock a bit there, while Sammy was sucking me off. Take the night off, I don't really feel like having your negative vibes this evening. I'll have enough of those tonight with Savannah." "I'll not deny it at all, and I'll keep my cell on in case you have need of me," Peter said. "Good," Brad answered, a look of triumph crossed his face. Peter glanced to Samuel and saw the laughter in his eyes. He rolled his, knowing that Samuel knew that Peter hadn't gotten hard by what he'd done, but had probably been thinking of fucking some hot number when he left the Senator. Peter chuckled, Samuel was right, but he wasn't sure he was going to be able to fuck the mirror images that were two of the most popular society numbers in the US. The limo slipped through the final miles of traffic and then up to the front door of the expensive Meander Mix, an expensive restaurant that catered to the whims of those who brought in more money than the average American. The door opened and more flashes showed Peter, Brad, then Samuel making their way to the front door, to be greeted by Savanna Scholastic, and the matching set of bleached blonde beauties, Gina and Gail. "Hello sweetheart," Savanna said with a smile. She wrapped her husband of twenty years in her arms and kissed his lips. Her tongue slid inside and she felt her stomach cringe, but her face never fell from the look of pure pleasure that was plastered on it. "Hello beautiful!" Brad said with a grin and then turned to face the crowd. "If I wasn't a Senator, I'd toss this lovely lass over my shoulder and take her back to the limo. . .Hell, I just may do it anyway," he winked and made to grab his wife's thin waist and haul her away. She playfully slapped at his arm. "You are wicked Senator Scholastic." Savanna smiled and pressed against him. She grinned wide for the cameras and then turned to her daughters. "Girls, lets get inside and enjoy some supper with your father." They walked inside only to be stopped by the owner of the ritzy place. "Sir, it is a pleasure to see you again. The package arrived and has been placed in your private dining room." Savannah raised a brow. The package was probably a make up gift for missing their lunch date. She felt her hackles rise, but kept her smile on her face, her eyes sparkling and her demeanor of a loving wife intact. "Thank you," Brad replied and led his wife to the room they had often used during their stays in the Casino City. When they reached the private dining area, the door closed behind the twins, leaving the body guards on the outside of it and the family alone. Savannah's hands dropped from her husband's waist and she walked over to an already opened bottle of wine; she poured herself a glass and down the chilled red liquid. "You better not have had any left over come in that mouth of yours," she hissed and then glared back at him. "No Vana, I cleaned up before I got here and only Sam took care of things for me." He motioned for his daughters to take their place at the table. Savannah rolled her eyes. "That's more information than I or they needed to know." She took her glass back to the table and sat down. A silver bell sat next to her plate and she lifted it. The tone sounded and a door opened immediately. The young man walked in and quickly set salads down for each person. Savannah watched her husband ogle the man and felt her fingers grip the stem of her glass, when he disappeared she chose to say nothing. She would speak with Brad privately. Her gaze traveled to her daughters and she wondered what they were thinking. They'd said nothing, since their father's arrival and though that was typical of them, she knew they were upset that he had missed lunch. They had voiced it to her, commenting under their breaths that he was probably "butt-fucking some young ass, male cunt." Savannah had cringed at their venom, but hadn't denied it. He probably had been and that was why his flight had been delayed. The private Cessna had been scheduled to leave that morning and arrive in Vegas in plenty of time for the family to be together. She chewed her salad, the flavor bland to her, though it was full of rich herbs and succulent vegetables. Savannah allowed her mind to wander as her husband attempted to make amends to the twins by presenting them with gifts they all knew were picked out by Samantha, Brad's assistant, one of the few women on his list of employees. A memory rushed forward and she fought the tears that welled up as she recalled the past. They were staring at each other, fingers clasped tight and a smile on their faces. She could sit back and view the ceremony as if she weren't living it; she had though. She'd been the bride, the woman with her hair piled high on top of her head and her long neck exposed. Her body had been dusted with a light powder that shimmered as the candlelight that surrounded the church cast an ethereal glow around her and her newly wedded husband. The memory moved to their wedding night. "I love you Brad," could be heard in her head and his answering. . . "You own my heart." They had moved as one, each one sliding their fingers over skin that she had thought was virginal. Hers had been. She'd saved herself for marriage. Brad had told her he too was a virgin; later she learned the truth. "Beautiful," he had said. The blush on her cheeks had been real. "I am scared." Her admission brought a smile to his cheeks and then he'd comforted her, setting her mind at ease with whispered words and tender touches. When they both woke the next morning, she was snuggled against him and he had wrapped her tightly in his embrace. "Love me forever?" she asked, moving to slide over him, suddenly wanting to experience all the positions her naughty collection of books had shown her. "Forever and a day," he answered back. Savannah sighed and brought her wine to her lips. "Forever and a day lasted a little under two years," she thought to herself. "Mom!" the voice of Gina, the eldest by five minutes reached her and she mechanically turned her eyes on her. She gave herself a mental shake and swallowed her tasteless lettuce. "Yes, dear, I'm sorry. What were you saying?" She blinked back the unshed tears and answered the repeated question with a soft smile and a yes. Gina sighed, but left her mother's lie alone. She watched the bell reappear in her mother's hand and soon the salads disappeared to be replaced by the meals that each one had ordered. Her leg pressed against Gail's and she felt the invisible strength each one gave the other with just a simple touch. They'd been close all their lives. Their relationship as tight as many twins were, but as their parents hostility became more openly displayed in the home their quest for love and peace manifested into something more intimate. Gina felt her sister's hand rest protectively on her thigh. "Daddy, thank you for the earrings," Gina said and looked from her mother to her father. Her smile was plastered on her face. The earrings would be worn once she told herself as she slipped the emeralds from her ears, gifts from Gail and slid the diamond ones in their place. "I'm glad you like them. I had picked them out a few weeks ago, for your birthday gifts, but since I was going to be late. . ." Brad smiled and shrugged. He cut a slice of steak and pushed it into his mouth. His gaze shifted from his daughter to the man serving the wine. Gina watched her father dismiss the man and knew it was because he wasn't young. Gina silently appraised the form fitting uniform coat and found her sex tingle at the handsome gentleman, gauging his age to rest in the mid twenties. "Well... now you just have to go shopping again," she said with a smile, inside though she wondered what Samantha was going to choose for their Christmas gift this year. "Yes, dear I do. I enjoy seeing you smile." Brad took another bite and complimented the server, asking him to relay his message to the chef. Gina tossed back her long blonde strands and squared her shoulders. "Daddy, Gail and I were invited to go dancing tonight with Alexia and her fiancé Micheal." "Senator Alan's kids are in town?" Brad asked. Gina and Gail both nodded. "They are here supporting a new wing opening at the hospital, its being named after Alan's mother. She passed away last month remember and it was her campaigning for the funds that made it happen," Savannah answered. "I'm okay with them going if you have the personnel to help protect them." "Dad it'll be cool. One guard will be fine for us. I mean none would work. Alexia will have her entourage, but I know you like having someone with us," Gail said, before Gina could answer. Gina agreed and waited to hear her father's answer. "I'd feel better sending someone I trust. Samuel's filling in for Benny, but Peter is off, maybe he can be reached and meet you two there. I know Alan's security is good, but yeah, it is always safer to at least put one of your own in. If something is going to go down, I'd like to feel my kids were more important than another, at least to someone." "I agree," Savannah answered. "I trust Peter." Gina grinned and felt Gail's hand squeeze her thigh again. "Peter would be great," she said and knew her sister's pussy was getting as wet as her's had the minute her father had said the man's name. She also knew her mother would agree to Peter; Peter wasn't fucking her dad. "I'll have Samuel ring him then." Brad got up and walked back to the door as his family resumed their meal. When he returned, he sat down and finished his steak, informing the girls that Samuel would do his best to track down the body guard. Both girls grinned and finished their marinated chicken and rice. Their mother lifted the bell again and dishes of cheesecake drizzled with maraschino cherry juice and two cherries were presented to them. Dessert was finished in silence, only the door being knocked on, opened and Sam's "thumbs up" interrupted them. When dinner concluded Brad rose and helped his girls from their seats, kissing them both. "Let me check on the details with Sam." He left, saying nothing to his wife. "What are your plans tonight, Mom?" Gail asked, her fingers slipping to the small of Gina's back. She'd done her best to offer support while her father and mother shot glares at each other. "Your father and I have a fund raiser to go to, nothing too major, just some environmental thing to raise money for them and us," she said nonchalantly. Her fingers toyed with the pearls Samantha had picked out. She would wear them everyday. Her friendship with Samantha was special. They weren't lovers, though they had been for a short time, then Samantha had married and Savanna was left to search for release on her own; she'd found it in the arms of strangers, usually men or women she found admirable in some way. Brad returned and for a moment the bliss of her memories washing over her gave her an image of Brad the way he had been when she first met him; it quickly disappeared. He had thrown their marriage away years ago; she gazed at her daughters. Did they know it was because of them that their dad turned to others to fulfill his needs and then discovered he liked the kinks and the risks he took? She didn't think they knew, but she did know they hurt too. She wanted to embrace them and tell them it was okay to do what they did to feel better, but to be safe. Savanna had learned of their relations with men and each other through her own people. When she suspected her husband of cheating on her she'd hired a team of detectives, men her father recommended. She kept several on a private payroll and they had told her of Gina and Gail's bonding, a bond that started to grow more intimate after the age of fourteen. Now they were adults and she cherished the fact they found each other when all she and Brad gave them was hell. "Samuel reached Peter and he'll meet you at the club. Your car, Gina, is being brought around, so when you and your sister are ready Samuel will follow behind you in the sedan then," Brad turned to Savannah, "he'll return to the hotel, where a limo is going to take us." Savannah said nothing, just nodded her head and watched the girls walk over to kiss her cheeks. She breathed in their pricy perfume and smiled, wondering if they would be at the club long or disappear with Peter. "Be back tomorrow by noon," she told both girls. Her dark brown eyes locking with their emerald ones, an unspoken message passed between them. "We will," Gail said and hooked her arm through her sisters. Savannah and Brad watched them walk away and then she rose from her seat. "They are great girls." "I know." Brad pushed in his chair and headed toward the door. "Let's get this over with," he muttered and held out his hand. For a brief moment she wanted to refuse, then she thought of how it would look. The shining star of the political world and his equally well-known wife deserting him in his hour of need. She was a name in several households; her father was a man known for cutting edge technology and her mother, a renowned talk show host. Her hand moved into his and she closed her eyes. "I don't think I love you anymore." Brad swallowed and turned to look down on her. She gazed back up at him. Suddenly, she felt older than her forty-three years and he looked older than his forty-five. "The feeling is mutual, trust me on that one thing." He cocked a brow and opened the door. They stepped out as a couple and were surrounded by their armed personnel. They moved as a committed couple to the limo that waited for them. Senatorial Secrets Ch. 03 Taken from Senatorial Secrets Ch. 02 Gina agreed and waited to hear her father's answer. "I'd feel better sending someone I trust. Samuel's filling in for Benny, but Peter is off, maybe he can be reached and meet you two there. I know Alan's security is good, but yeah, it is always safer to at least put one of your own in. If something is going to go down, I'd like to feel my kids were more important than another, at least to someone." "I agree," Savannah answered. "I trust Peter." Gina grinned and felt Gail's hand squeeze her thigh again. "Peter would be great," she said and knew her sister's pussy was getting as wet as her's had the minute her father had said the man's name. She also knew her mother would agree to Peter; Peter wasn't fucking her dad. "I'll have Samuel ring him then." Brad got up and walked back to the door as his family resumed their meal. When he returned, he sat down and finished his steak, informing the girls that Samuel would do his best to track down the body guard. Both girls grinned and finished their marinated chicken and rice. Their mother lifted the bell again and dishes of cheesecake drizzled with maraschino cherry juice and two cherries were presented to them. Dessert was finished in silence, only the door being knocked on, opened and Sam's "thumbs up" interrupted them. +++++ Gina sat behind the wheel of her car and let the wind whip her long blonde hair around her face as did her twin Gail. They held hands as Gina maneuvered her car through the streets of Vegas, with their father's body guard Samuel following. They both quickly removed the earrings their father had given them and pushed in the ones they'd given each other; when they arrived at the club, the mood they'd left with was gone. Smiles beamed from their mirror faces as they made their way toward the club entrance, Samuel beside them, until they reached Peter's side. "Sam," Peter said and looked to the twins. His face remained passive as he held out his hand and took Gina's car keys. "Gail, your copy," he said. Gail smirked and handed her key's over too. "Have fun, you three," Samuel said and immediately headed back to the Sedan. Peter looked at the girls and then over their left shoulders spotting Senator Alan's daughter and fiancé making their way toward them. "Gina! Gail!" Alexia Alan shouted and hurried toward the young women, her fiancé and guards in tow. There were several tonight, the Alan family had received a death threat earlier in the week and had upped their personnel to protect the children of the Senator. Peter nodded hello to the armed men, acknowledging them while still maintaining a respectful distance from the twins. "I'm so glad you two decided to come " Alexia said, grabbing one and then the other, kissing them on the cheeks and then releasing them. "Gail, are you okay?" she asked, her smile dropping to a look of concern. Peter eyed the young woman; her face looked sadden and her eyes droopy. Inwardly he smirked and his gut felt a knowing tingle as he took in the act that was quickly performed, one he knew very well would lead him down a path of hours of pleasure between the honey thighs of Gina and Gail Scholastic. "I'm sorry. We just came from supper and I don't think that cheesecake is going to stay down," Gail moaned softly. She rubbed her stomach and Peter watched her sister come to her aide. "Gail, its okay. We'll just go back to the hotel and you can lay down," Gina whispered and smoothed back her hair. Reporters began to slowly flock around the girls and spew questions that implied the girls had been drinking and that was why one twin was ill. Another news team threw a question out pertaining to Gail's recent break-up with one of the most eligible bachelors and was there a baby in the works... this comment received a snarling from Gina as she wrapped her ailing sister in a warm cocoon. "You can stay Gina, I'm sure Peter can stay and I'll be. . ." "No, ma'am. I'm sorry. I can't allow that. If you are going to be heading out, than so is Miss Gina. I'm sure Alexia and Michael understand. Don't you Miss Alan?" Peter said addressing the young engaged couple. "Of course Mister Hansen. Please don't trouble yourselves girls. Go back and Gail you get your rest." Alexia turned and left. Peter pressed the girls forward. "Ladies. You are getting better at that," he whispered under his breath and heard them chuckle. He rolled his eyes. "Even your laughs are the same. Let's go. Time's wasting and you have to be home tomorrow. . .thoroughly fucked and used," he said even quieter than last time. They made it to the car and Peter got into the driver's seat. They knew they would be followed, but they all three knew their parents would be attending a party and it would go on till three in the morning if not later. Peter shifted gears as Gina and Gail sat in the back seat. He watched them in between driving and felt his cock grow harder as the Vegas lights cast glows of erotic colors of shaved mounds that both were teasing. "Mmm. . .Peter, drive faster, baby," Gina muttered, and then reached down to press her sister's pussy with her other hand. "You're so wet Gail," she told her and slipped in a finger as she pushed the ones in her own sex deeper. "Girls you'll get us all killed if you keep that up," Peter answered back, glad he'd put the top up on the car and the only ones seeing what was happening was him. He reached down with one hand and stroked his throbbing erection. "You don't have to watch Pete," Gail said and took her hand from her clit, then took her sister's from her sex and washed away the juices. "Angle your mirror down Peter so you don't see us," Gail challenged and then smirked. She unbuckled her seat and Peter watched her move to the floor board. He angled his mirror, just enough so he could view her blonde hair fall down over her shoulders as she spread her sister's legs wide. "He's still watching baby," Gina moaned and gathered her sister's hair out of the way, lifted her hips and turned so she was laying more on the bench seat than sitting up. Peter laughed and slowed down, purposely taking the long drive to the hotel as he watched in his mirror, Gail service her sister. He couldn't make out all the details, but it didn't dampen his arousal. Gail's pink tongue slipped in and out of Gina's bare sex. Her fingers screwed in and Gina teased her own clit. He gazed at rocking hips and wet juice flowing over sweet honey lips, as well as a warm mouth. He was going to enjoy fucking that mouth and that cunt. He knew it and so did the twins. A feeling of lust washed over him, followed by a pang of regret. The girls were victims, just like his brother, the only difference was he didn't rape the girls, in a way their father had. He'd fucked up by not being a proper dad, he was just going to ease their loneliness. He never forced them. The night of their eighteenth birthdays, they had come to him, stripped and thoroughly fucked him. He never looked back and regretted screwing the girls, only that to get to their father he was going to have to hurt them. He shifted gears just as he heard Gina scream she was coming. His cock jerked and he pinched the head, forcing his eruption to stall. Inside the parking garage of the hotel, they waited till all three were better composed before getting out. "Ladies," Peter said and breathed deep the scent of Gina's come. Very few photos were taken of the girls, no one saw the need. This was no story; after all Gail probably had the flu; there wasn't much to say on that subject. Inside the elevator, they remained collected and impersonal. Gail pretended to be ill. Gina was the caring sister, and Peter was the mammoth muscle protecting them. When they reached their room, Peter escorted them inside and then much to their disappointment went to inform their parents of where they were. He checked in with the night crew, who put in the call to the Scholastic family, before making his way back to the girls' room. A quick knock and he was allowed in. "Took you long enough," Gail muttered and shut the door behind him. "You know you like it when you have to wait," he said, pulling off his tie. Gail watched him walk toward the dresser where he lay his tie, cufflinks, and then proceeded to take off his jacket. "Let me," she told him and moved in behind him. Her fingers gripped the edges and she pulled it back from his hard, muscled frame. "Did you like the show?" she asked, folding his jacket and laying it down on the chair near the bed. "Of course," Peter answered. He stood still, allowing her to undress him. He heard the shower running and knew Gina was washing away her juices. He felt a bit of disappointment and sighed. "I would have washed her," he said. Gail giggled. "She knows, but she just felt like showering. No offense to you sugar." Peter laughed. His holster was undone and Peter laid it on the dresser. Gail pulled his shirt from his pants and then peeled it off his body. Soon her arms were around his waist and she was releasing his belt and pushing his pants down. He stepped out of his shoes as she walked around to face him. "You know you're our favorite lover," she said, dropping to her knees to undo the holster at his ankle and hand him his weapon. She heard his chuckle and winked. "Well, Peter you aren't our only lover." "No doll, I know I'm not. But seeing as I'm the favorite, I suggest you start reminding me so I don't feel inadequate," Peter answered. Gail grinned and wrapped her hand around his cock. "Believe me there is a reason why you are the favorite. You are anything but inadequate." She opened her mouth and inhaled his cock. Peter's hand moved into her hair and urged her on with gentle pressure. "So are you baby girl, so are you," Peter's voice whispered. Moving slowly, Gail closed her eyes on the hotel room and concentrated her efforts on listening to her lover's moans and whispered words. She increased her rhythm, wanting to coax Peter to grow to his fullest and hardest. Her tongue moved down along the sides and then back up again to circle around the spongy head before toying with the slit and then sliding back down to milk his tool. Her teeth grazed the sides and when she felt a soft touch on her shoulder only then did she open her eyes. She looked into the ones that matched hers and then up to Peter who was watching with interest. Releasing his cock, Gail stood up and removed her dress, so she too stood naked next to her blonde Goddess-self. Peter's gaze traveled down both bodies, noting the swells of one greater than the other and the belly of one a bit firmer than its twin, but none of it distracted from the erotic scenes playing in his mind. Gail smiled and slipped back to her knees; her sister followed her and Peter turned to lean against the dresser. "Nice to see you again, Peter," Gina said, her chuckle was cut off by the swallowing of his balls. "Ahhh fuck, you too Gina," he muttered then groaned when his cock was blanketed inside Gail's mouth again. Peter watched two blonde beauties bob up and down on his cock and his balls. He felt the shivers of pleasure run their coarse through his veins, his spine, even his toes curled as the little minxes worked their magic on his dick. He grabbed their heads and ground into them, thrusting his hips and forcing them to take the assault. "Yeah, girls suck my balls, fuck my cock. . . you naughty bitches. Oh fuck yeah," Peter grunted as he used their mouths as his toys. Gail came off and licked her lips. Gina let his balls fall from her mouth and switched places with her sister, inhaling the saliva and pre cum-coated dick so her own needs could be filled. Gail rolled his velvet sack in her hands, toyed with the marbles and then buried her face in his crotch, before opening her jaw wide and sucking down the sensitive flesh. "Jesus. . .girls," Peter growled; once again he gathered their hair in his big fists. "Don't stop babies, Daddy's gonna cover you in come." The twins increased rhythm, tempo, and strength. They stroked faster with tongues, sucked harder with jaws and angled their bodies so cock and balls were going as deep as they could manage. "Fuck! YES!" Peter shouted and felt his seed explode down Gina's throat. She drank it up then pulled out, and her sister received the second explosion on her face, the third in her mouth and the forth was awarded back onto Gina's eager expression. Gail and Gina smiled and Peter shook his head in amazement. "You girls are the same in every way. I swear the come runs the same fucking path down your faces. Clean up girls, its time for bed." He walked around them and opened up the closet, pulled out a black bag and opened it. "Good girl," he said to Gina as he pulled out a video camera and a tripod. "I told you I'd remember," she said and licked the last of the come from her sister's face. She crawled onto the bed and rested on the right side, closest to the closet. "I know, but sometimes you girls forget things. I'm glad this wasn't one of them," he said, while walking around the room, looking for the best angle. Gail crawled up next to her sister and softly rubbed Gina's stomach. "Peter, why a video tonight and not just pictures?" "Just something different. We don't have to," he said and moved to put the camera back. "NO!" Both girls exclaimed. Peter chuckled. "I was just curious," Gail said and went back to teasing her sister. "I figured if I gave you each a copy then on the days when you are stuck with no one but each other you could think of me with you." He pressed the record button and moved toward the bed. "I'm thinking of all of us you know." He winked and slid between Gina's thighs. "Come here Gail, and help me with this slut's pussy." Gina moaned and lifted her hips. Gail pushed a pillow under her sister's ass and then laid over her, straddling her face with her knees. "My pleasure Peter," she answered. Gail licked away at the wet sex along with the bodyguard her father, mother, twin and herself trusted, the camera captured it all. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Peter slipped from the tangled limbs of Gina and Gail's sleeping bodies. He had a few hours before the two beauties woke up. His cock was tender, but he knew he had several more shots of come to use up. Condoms littered the floor and he picked them up on his way to the bathroom, where he tossed them into a plastic bag and then wrapped it in toilet paper, which was sent ceremoniously down the garbage. He chuckled, knowing full well the line would get clogged somewhere, but no one was going to mention the reasons publicly, the hotel was too high class to admit to stuff come-filled plastic bags in their sewers. After he washed up he pulled out one of the twins laptops and quickly sent Carolyn the newest addition to their scheme. The video would show the nights events, minus the first dual blow job. He looked at the sleeping girls and shook his head. Innocent pawns were sometimes abused to get to the bad guy. His brother Jon had been picked up one night, hitching a ride after his car broke down. That was how Brad Scholastic had come into their lives. Peter rubbed his hands over his eyes and thought about the night he opened his brother's apartment door and found him curled in a ball, naked and beaten. "Jon!" Peter screamed and rushed down the stone steps to the apartment's sidewalk. He crouched down and rolled his brother over. "Oh fuck, man what happened?" It had been dark so he didn't see the bruises. His brother was younger than him and his sister, so he easily picked him up and carried him inside. "Hold tight man, I'll call the cops. . ." "No! Peter, you can't. You can't call the cops. . ." Jon curled tighter into his brother's arms. Peter's heart went out to his sibling and he carried him to the bedroom. He'd come over, fully expecting to take Jon out to the movies. It was something he enjoyed doing with his brother once a month, a way to stay connected when he was away driving trucks. "Shhh. . . tell me what happened and then we'll talk," Peter had told him. "Nah man. . .I can't. . .I can't talk. . .they said they'd. . .they'd kill me if I talked Peter. I can't. . .Please don't call the cops." Jon grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around his body. Peter felt his guts curl in anger as the light fell on his brother's backside. Marks lay across his flesh, streaks of blood flowed, some clotted stripes lay high on his bare shoulder. His ass was covered in red welts and blood seemed to have come from his anus sometime during the assault. "All right, no cops. . ." he said, in his head he thought, 'yet', "What happened though, tell me that much." Jon sobbed and then began to speak. Peter listened to the monotone voice of his little brother. "A limo pulled up and offered me a ride. I peered in, recognized the passenger. It was that lawyer, you know the one running for Judge. He's in all the papers, got those young daughters. . . the pretty blondes, we were kidding about. Saying how when they grew up their Daddy was gonna have a pair of sluts on his hands." "Scholastic?" Peter had asked. "Yeah, him. He was in there and asked if I needed a ride. I figured sure, a nice limo, a well known guy, how cool. . ." "And?" Jon shuddered and curled tighter. "I got in and as soon as the door closed I was pushed against the seat and a gun was pointed at my throat. I pissed myself Pete. . .fuckin' pissed myself and then saw this gun coming at me. . . I woke up in a room. A cheap fuckin' hotel. Roaches were climbing on the head board and this man was behind me. He was. . ." Peter heard his brother sob. "It's okay Jon. . .it's not your fault. Was it Scholastic? What else?" "Yeah. . .it was him. He had a couple goons tie me down and he fucked me man. . .he sucked me off and . . . Pete. . .awww God man I came." Jon shook more violently. "I fucking came in that sick fuck's mouth and he laughed at me. Then he started hitting me, while one of his goons did it." "I'll kill him," Peter muttered and moved from the bed. "I'm fucking gonna kill him. Stay put Jon. . .I'll be back." Peter left the apartment and returned a few minutes later with Carolyn, who lived just a few blocks away. He knew as soon as he walked into the room his brother was dying. Blood poured through wounds that lay across his wrists in an upwards cut, slicing the vein lengthwise instead of across. Carolyn fell to her knees and Peter rushed to his brother. "I'll get him for you Jon... I swear." He rocked his brother to sleep as the blood pumped out of his body and covered them both. "Hey baby, come back to bed," Gail whispered. "Whattcha got the computer for?" she asked. "I was looking at our video. It's hot. Saved you a copy and making another for your sister," he said. He erased the memory of where he'd been and closed the laptop, then headed back to the woman that was awake. "Do we wake up sis?" "Nah. . .come fuck me in the hot tub," Gail said and slid out of the bed and took his hand. "I like my one on one time with you Peter." "I like it with you too Gail," he answered. The couple moved into the hot tub and slipped into the bubbling water. "We take a lot of risks with you Peter. You know that. . . no one else gets pictures and certainly no one else gets a video. You wouldn't screw us over would you?" Gail asked as she settled on to his lap. He pushed back her hair and began to suck on her neck. "I'm not going to screw you over," he answered and let his fingers slide down her body. "Mmm. . . I'm glad," she answered and turned to press her lips to his. Senatorial Secrets Ch. 04 Author's Notes: In light of what has transpired in politics these last few weeks, I thought it important to let you know, this story is a work of fiction I thought of on my own before the "scandals" came out. This is not poking fun at anyone or any particular state. This is just a story and is not meant to sway anyone toward any particular political party and/or belief. Comments are welcomed, but only the ones where the criticism is given with respect will remain on my public comment section. Even negative feedback can be done with class. I am enjoying this series and hope you are too. ~ Thanks, Red ********** Taken from Ch. 2 "What are your plans tonight, Mom?" Gail asked, her fingers slipping to the small of Gina's back. She'd done her best to offer support while her father and mother shot glares at each other. "Your father and I have a fund raiser to go to, nothing too major, just some environmental thing to raise money for them and us," she said nonchalantly. Her fingers toyed with the pearls Samantha had picked out. ********** Brad watched his wife dance across the ballroom floor. He half-heartedly listened to the group of men that chatted around him. He wondered who in the room was screwing his wife and then shrugged his shoulders. He didn't care that she was probably cheating on him, he was doing the same to her, what he wanted to know was how could her affair help him continue his move up the Presidential ladder. A young couple passed by and Brad took in the scent of Old Spice, a favored cologne he often wore. He gazed at them, noting the youth in the young man's face and the look of excitement on the woman's. Brad turned to Alan Gauge, the Senator from Wisconsin and asked, "Who is that lovely bit of flesh?" Alan turned and eyed the blonde beauty on the young man's arm. "That's Rebecca Miller, she's a distant cousin to the President, her date is Anthony Edwards, some boy from her home town. I hear she's got quite the inheritance coming her way once her parents pass." "I see," Brad allowed his gaze to wash over the woman, his look telling all he was admiring her ass, but in fact he was admiring her date's rump and how it would look with his cock buried deep within it. He turned back to the group and learned more about Rebecca Miller and the little town she was from. As the banquet's dinner/dance continued to move into the wee hours of the morning Brad found himself growing more loose as the wine and champagne continued to fill up his gullet. He made his way to his wife and pulled her to him, excusing her from her dance partner and taking her to the center of the room to dance with him. "Show time?" she asked and plastered a smile that spoke of love and romance on her face. "Yes," he whispered against her ear, pulled her close and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. He saw the flash of cameras and knew that their "love" would be proclaimed for all to see on the front pages of the paper the next day. He further encouraged the unwritten articles and swept her romantically about the room. "I take it you've found a new playmate for the night?" she quietly whispered in his ear, knowing people thought she intimately spoke of her need for him. Brad muttered a silent curse. "I don't think that is your business, but yes I have. What of you though?" he asked and then gave her a small dip, smiled for the cameras and brought her back up to his chest. "Brad, it is my business I'm your wife. I am currently between lovers," she answered and made sure no one but her husband heard her. She laughed for the crowd and stuck out her tongue in hopes all thought her dashing love had teased her unmercifully. His brow rose and he smirked. "Then may I steer you toward one?" he chuckled at her low throaty growl of "bastard." "I'm quite good at finding my own fuck toy," she hissed and denied the pain that washed over her as she thought of him pimping her out. The music ended and Brad gallantly led her to California's Senator Meeks, a known womanizer to those that knew him well, and one of the most sought after Bachelor's. "Craig, I must leave the ball early, would you be so kind as to take care of my wife?" Brad felt his wife stiffen. She knew what he wanted, yet he also knew that the media would never think that the beautiful Savanna Scholastic would cheat on her equally handsome and faithful husband. He placed Savanna's hand in Craig's and then kissed her cheek. "Have fun my darling and I'll see you at the hotel when this business is done." He thanked Craig for caring for his wife, enforced his sorrow at having to leave the party and then walked away, shaking hands as he headed to the back of the room. His entourage of guards followed him and then he turned toward Samuel, his head guard, since Peter was protecting his twins. "Samuel, he'll get fifteen if he comes willingly, ten if he's forced, but . . . I want the morsel on Rebecca Miller's side." "Yes, Sir," Samuel replied and darted back into the room, where he quietly stalked out his boss's prey. Brad left the building, using the back entrance. His limo, free of photographers, sat waiting for him. He climbed in and rested, hoping for a willing lover; if not, than a forced one was just as much fun, sometimes more. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it and then drew in a long stream of nicotine, filled his lungs and then expelled it into the air around him. The limo door opened and Anthony slipped in, a look of curiosity crossed his face. "Senator Scholastic," he nodded his head and lifted a brow. "I was cornered in the john, by some burly man who said you needed to see me?" "Anthony Edwards, right?" he asked, though he knew Samuel had brought the right man to his car. "Yes, Sir." The door closed as Samuel climbed in and sat down beside Anthony, across from Brad. "I did want to speak with you. I understand you are visiting with Miss Miller?" Brad asked and nodded his head to Samuel, who pushed an intercom button and told the driver they were ready to go. "Yes, Sir I am," Anthony turned to Samuel, "ready to go? Go where?" he asked turning back to Brad. "I have a proposition for you, one you'll find interesting. I thought we'd talk about it while my driver drove me back to my hotel," Brad answered. He saw Anthony's rage building and he knew in front of him sat an unwilling lover. "Sir. I have a date and I need to get back to her. I don't know what this is about. I don't know anyone here, so Rebecca is not going to know where I went and will be worried," Anthony said, his voice hard and edgy, yet laced with a hint of knowing fear. "Anthony," Brad said and extinguished his cigarette. He leaned over the space of the car and whispered low, for effect. "I know you are some country bumpkin from Miller's home town and that's perfect, because I need folks like you to make my life a bit easier. I need the nobodies, because the somebodies can't be bought." "Sir?" Anthony asked and leaned back, trying to reclaim his personal space. "How old are you Anthony?" Brad asked, leaning back in his chair and running one hand over his crotch, the other he lifted and motioned for Samuel to move to the seat beside him. Samuel, his bodyguard of several years, did as he was told, though the command was silent. Brad watched Anthony and felt his cock jerk at the young man's surprised shock as Samuel opened his boss's pants and pulled out his stiffening rod. "I'm almost nineteen Sir," Anthony answered. His face paled and he looked up into the Senator's eyes. "Sir, I think there is some mistake, I'm not. . .well. . . I'm seeing Rebecca; I'm not. . ." "Gay?" Brad asked and then moaned as Samuel's fingers swept around the head of his dick. "Have you thought about men though? Ever?" Anthony shrugged his shoulders. "Sir, it really doesn't matter. I'm here with Rebecca and I think you need to order this car around. This will remain between us and I'll simply tell Rebecca I wasn't feeling good so left to get some fresh air." Samuel chuckled and then lowered his head to the Senator's cock. Brad groaned and pushed Samuel's head down further. "No Anthony, it doesn't work that way in Politics. You'll do what I want and when I want. I picked you out boy; you should feel honored." He watched Anthony and could almost see his pulse rate increase, noting the throbbing almost matched his own pumping heartbeat that flowed down into his sex. "Sir. I'm not doing this and I demand you let me go," Anthony said and squared his shoulders. Again Samuel chuckled and this time Brad growled. "Oh fuck yeah, Sam," he turned to Anthony. "You aren't going anywhere," he nodded his head to the other guard who had climbed in with Brad when Samuel had left to collect Anthony. The body guard pulled his weapon and aimed it at Anthony. "Now, mmm. . .Sam slow up for a minute, but don't stop," Brad groaned. "Anthony, you have a choice, simple really, fifteen thousand if you do this willingly and keep your mouth shut. Ten thousand if you are forced and death if you open your mouth to anyone about this. You decide, but accept the fact that you are gonna play gay tonight and you don't have much choice in the matter." The sound of the gun's safety being released brought a shudder to the young man and a smirk to Brad. "Get off Samuel, I think Anthony's going to cooperate." He watched Anthony's eyes water in unshed tears and then saw the young man swallow back whatever his body had tried to throw up. "Come on Anthony, its just a cock. You have one too. It's just come, and yeah, you'll be swallowing it." Again the man gagged and chuckles of mirth filled the limo. "Time is money. You take too long and the fifteen is going to start dropping." The tip of the gun pressed against Anthony's ribs and Samuel moved back to his seat, Brad waited, his legs open, his cock free and wet, jerking against his stomach. When he saw Anthony swallow the bile he knew was rising up and down his esophagus he grinned. "Good boy," he said and reached out to touch the young man's cheek. "It's not that bad and you may find you like it." Anthony glared at the Senator. "I'm only doing this so I don't get a bullet in my gut and dumped in some ditch," he muttered. He took the wet cock and wrapped his fingers around it, Brad groaned and moved his fingers from Anthony's cheek and then slid them to the man's hair. "I don't care why your doing it, just do it," Brad demanded and pushed on the raven locks. He lifted his hips at the same time and felt Anthony's lips on the swollen head. He saw the look of displeasure on the boy's face and nodded to Samuel. Samuel reached down, grabbed Anthony's balls and squeezed hard, forcing Anthony's mouth open as he let out a scream. Brad laughed and shoved his hard cock into the man's mouth and pushed his hand down more, forcing Anthony's head to drop onto his thick tool. "Don't bite and you'll keep your fifteen grand and your life," Brad warned. He watched Samuel move back and reach into his pants. Samuel was older than Brad liked his playmates to be, but Samuel was also more than willing to perform for his boss or help his boss out and so Samuel was often rewarded with his play toys or allowed to join in the fun. "Just suck his balls and jerk off, you can fuck him later," Brad muttered and then felt Anthony try to come off his cock to protest. Brad held him down. "Don't you fuckin' stop boy. You're mine tonight. My money gets me what I want, my power keeps you alive, so suck it in and enjoy," he groaned and began to rock his hips against Anthony's mouth. He felt the young man's tongue move over the front of his cock and he sighed in pleasure. His other hand pushed into his hair and he began to ride the boy's face for several minutes, keeping the tempo set for his pleasure. Brad watched Samuel move to the floor of the large, spacious limo and angle himself so he could open Anthony's pants, pull his organs out and begin the suckling he'd been told to do. When he found his position Brad saw Sam's hand come down and begin stroking his massive rod. "Careful with those teeth," Brad muttered when Anthony again paused and gagged. He knew the man was wanting to wretch now that his own sex was being violated. "Just relax and let your body react to it. Imagine its your sweet Rebecca fucking you. Has she ever fucked your cock?" Brad asked and slowly pounded into the hot, wet mouth. "Don't answer with words, just moan I can . . . ohh fuck yeah, moan again. I love it. The vibrations are wonderful. More," Brad demanded and thrusts upwards. "Ohh fuck, ohhh fuck, he's good. . . ohh God, Anthonyyy!" Brad shouted and thrust forward one last time, held Anthony down and shot his come deep into the boy's mouth. "YES!" The gag reflex was there and it forced Anthony's throat to clamp tighter and he came again. "Fuck yeah!" he shouted. His eyes were glazed with lust as his gaze took in the white streams bubbling from the man's lips. "Swallow it Anthony. I'm not letting you up, till you do." He saw the despair and the hate reflected in the boy's blue eyes. "Come now Anthony, you know your cock is hard, you'll need release and you are only prolonging my fun, now swallow," he demanded again, then sighed in pleasure as the swallowing of his come forced Anthony's lips, cheek and tongue to wrap around his cock. "Mmm . . . wonderful." Brad released Anthony's head and then watched him jerk away, pulling his balls from Samuel's mouth and then turn away in humiliation. Brad rolled his eyes and looked over to Samuel's hard cock. "Feed him yours too," he ordered and was soon watching a gun pressed against Anthony as Anthony was forced to swallow and drink the other man's cream. Anthony sat back in his seat and stared at Brad. "You're a sick fuck," he muttered. Brad chuckled and reached across the space, grabbed Anthony's dick and stroked it. "You kid, are as hard as a rock. So don't sit there and judge me." Anthony pushed his hand away and repaired his state of dress, concealing his cock, behind the expensive material. "Are we done?" he asked, though his eyes proclaimed he knew the answer. Brad rolled his eyes. "I told you we were going back to the hotel. . .just not the same one my family is staying in." Silence filled the air as the limo rolled through the city and eventually moved to a darker part of the Casino Capital and pulled into a dingy hotel parking lot. Samuel got out, followed by Brad, then Anthony, who Brad watched being pushed out, the gun from the other agent still exposed. "You're just not going to make this easy are you?" Brad said and turned on his heel, walked toward the lobby and grabbed a key that was tossed to him by the owner, a woman that would cushion her bank account with another hefty sum of cash the following day. "Everything ready?" he asked and heard her, "always, Brad," as he made his way down the hall to a room, often used when he was in Vegas. "Have the limo come back in five hours, then we'll head back to the Hilton, by then Savannah should be finished. I do hope she fucks Craig," he said more to himself than anything, but knew Samuel was listening. He opened the room's door and walked inside. His eyes took in the bed, then over to the dresser where his toys lay spread out for his use. A smile filled his features as he thought of how each "special" place he stayed at was always prepared for him. He wondered who had called ahead and warned Betty that he was coming and would need everything laid out for him. It was these special perks that his employees provided that made him more than happy to give them raises and expensive gifts every year. He walked to the bathroom, relieved himself and heard Anthony shouting that he wasn't going to do this and then heard several thumps. He knew that Samuel had handled things and Anthony was going to cooperate one way or another. When he walked back into the main part of the room, Anthony was clenching his stomach and his jaw looked a bit swollen. Brad shook his head and walked over to the Anthony, grabbed his hair and kissed him hard on the lips, thrusting his tongue in and devouring it. "I thought you were going to do this. Remember, the money? If you relax you'll enjoy it. You may not want to, but Anthony you'll come tonight; don't lie to me and tell me you don't like coming. You're a man. You have a cock. All cocks like to come. The feel of it spurting out and the rush of blood flowing through your body, the heat of some hot mouth swallowing your cream and when it flows into your ass," he grinned wickedly, "in your ass man. . . there's nothing hotter than that." Anthony shuddered, but instinctively rubbed his crotch. "That's right Anthony. Stroke it. It's hard isn't it?" Brad asked and added his hand to the man's. Together they rubbed. "You hate it don't you? The feeling your body is having right now as my hands get you harder." Anthony's jaw tightened and he pushed Brad's hand away and removed his own. "I'm not doing this. We're done. Keep your money, I'll keep my mouth shut and I'll find my own way back." He turned to leave, only to have Brad's hand shoot out and grab his hair, jerk him back and then throw him toward the bed. Anthony stumbled and fell, rolled then tried to get back up, but stopped when the barrel of Samuel's gun pointed at his forehead. "Get undressed," Samuel ordered. Anthony hesitated. He eyed the gun, stood and then began to remove his clothing. Samuel smirked and nodded his head. "It's really not that bad. If you do find out you like it, you can become a regular. Imagine all that cash. You'd not have to come out here. We'd come to you, sometimes we'd fly you out. Wouldn't you like that?" Samuel asked as Brad began to disrobe. "Willing or not?" Brad asked as his hands ran across a pair of leather restraints. "I don't want this," Anthony said, though his hands were already stroking his hard tool. "Tell me Anthony, how much money does your family have? I know Rebecca grew up in a small town, but her family is related to the President, so they aren't doing too bad with the banks, but what of you?" Brad asked and picked up a flogger. Anthony's eyes followed the Senator and he swallowed. "Rebecca went to public school and was treated just like the average kid. My family isn't rich, so before you ask, yeah they could use the money your offering." "Offering? Nah, you're earning it. Think about it Anthony. You could earn them fifteen grand for a willing fuck whenever I need it. I haven't had a steady fuck in a long time. I could even consider making you an intern. I haven't had a kept intern in years," Brad whispered and stroked his cock. He could see the wheels rolling in Anthony's head and nodded toward Samuel and the other guard, who then left the room. "I'm gonna fuck you, and suck you, then you can decide if all this is a sick as you seem to think it is." "I've never. . ." "I know, Anthony. I like virgin asses, they're the tightest," he saw the boy wince and laughed. "I like many things." He released his cock and took Anthony's, stroked it and watched indecision flow back and forth in the man's blue orbs. "It's been a long time since I slowed down and tried to talk someone into enjoying it. Perhaps its because your so close to the President's family? Or maybe. . ." Brad shook off the thought that he liked the boy, focusing instead on the political pain he'd have if Anthony didn't cooperate and was found dead in some ditch, fucked up the ass with a bullet hole in his head. Anthony said nothing and Brad stepped closer. "Has Rebecca ever sucked you?" he asked and ran his fingers down the full length of the boy and cupped his balls. "I mean you're almost nineteen, and boys and girls are fucking at that age. I have a couple twins. I know they're probably fucking people, but I like to pretend I'm ignorant." Senatorial Secrets Ch. 05 Taken from Ch. 04 ". . .I am currently between lovers," she answered and made sure no one but her husband heard her. She laughed for the crowd and stuck out her tongue in hopes all thought her dashing love had teased her unmercifully. His brow rose and he smirked. "Then may I steer you toward one?" he chuckled at her low throaty growl of "bastard." "I'm quite good at finding my own fuck toy," she hissed and denied the pain that washed over her as she thought of him pimping her out. The music ended and Brad gallantly led her to California's Senator Meeks, a known womanizer to those that knew him well, and one of the most sought after Bachelor's. "Craig, I must leave the ball early, would you be so kind as to take care of my wife?" ********** Savannah slid her body off the rock, hard frame of the man she had been pimped too. She smiled at his lustful growl when his hand spanked her ass. She winked, then scurried to the bathroom to relieve herself. Her hips swayed wantonly and her breasts bounced with each step. Once inside the bathroom, the door closed and locked securely behind her, she slipped to the floor and covered her face. Her tears fell, but she refused to sob out loud. The pain in her gut was real and she fought back the bile in her throat as she thought of the man she'd fucked, simply because he was available. Eventually, she stood up and used the commode, washed her hands and splashed cold water on her face. She looked at her watch and sighed. Time hadn't stopped just because she was fucking and she knew she had to get back to the hotel. The girls would be there and though Brad was out screwing another boy toy, he too would expect her to be at his side when they all walked out of the hotel lobby. She took a deep breath and stared at her reflection. "He's just another cock," she whispered and plastered a million-dollar smile on her face. Opening the door, she was rewarded with a soft snore. Her lips rose in a smirk and she shook her head. "Why does that not surprise me?" she asked herself, her words a whisper for the air to absorb. She set about picking up her stockings, rolling them up and shoving them into her purse. Quickly she pulled on her gown and zipped the side as best she could. Her gaze fell on the phone and she thought of calling for security, but decided against it. Slipping her shoes on she darted out the Senator's hotel room and down the hall. The elevator chimed and she stepped in, smiling warmly at the young couple that was exiting. It stopped a few floors down and a man nodded a greeting to her. She smiled back and then watched him turn toward her. "Scholastic right?" he asked. Savannah chewed on her lower lip and nodded her head. The idea that someone knew her didn't bother her. The fact that she was in a hotel without her family did. "No need to answer. I can see it written on your face. Lovely to meet you," he said, extending his hand in greeting. "And you are?" she asked, looking down on his offered hand and raising a brow. "Mitch Waters, no one important. Just a man staying in Vegas." She reached out and took his hand. The grip he had was firm and commanding; he released her after holding her delicate fingers in a longer-than-necessary hold. When he did let her go, Savannah felt a rush of heat that she hadn't expected or experienced in some time. Her gaze shifted back to the lights on the elevator and then back to Mitch. "You're not staying here, are you?" he asked. Savannah shifted back and forth on her heeled feet. "No," she whispered and pleaded for the high rise elevator to fall faster. "I'll not say a word. . .on one condition." She turned and was ready to baulk when she looked into his eyes and her heart fluttered. "And that is?" she asked. "One drink," he told her and felt the car jerk. Another couple got in and he moved closer to her, shielding her from their view. He pressed her to the corner and let his hands rest on her hips. "Do you mind?" she whispered, feeling her breath catch in her throat. "Not at all. I can move and let others recognize you," he told her and began to step back. Her hands reached up and she grabbed his shirt, hauling him back to him. "Stay put," she hissed. "Excuse me?" he said, this time lifting his brow and staring down on her. "Please," she whispered and felt him relax and press deeper to her. She whimpered and then blushed as he chuckled at the sound she'd made. Savannah mentally kicked herself at her behavior and the reaction she was having. "The drink?" he asked, this time leaning in and whispering to her as his hands held her hips against him. "I can't. I don't know you," she answered back, her voice barely audible. "You can and you will. I'd hate to have to report to the media that a possible First Lady was in a hotel that her family wasn't. . .and it was two in the morning." He pressed his lips to her neck and whispered, "Just a drink Missus Scholastic." Savannah swallowed and felt the knowing jerk of the elevator return. She didn't look at the couple, their stares could be felt through the man who was bringing sensations to her warm flesh. "Fine a drink," she hissed and then listened to the doors open. Mitch stepped back and watched the couple exit on the main floor. He then turned and pressed the door closed button on the control panel. "What are you. . ." Her words were cut off when he pushed a number on the panel and grinned as the elevator started back up. "I never said where we'd have the drink." He moved back to her and hauled her against him. His lips descended and Savannah opened her mouth willingly. Their tongues slid back and forth and when he pulled away she again whimpered. The elevator door opened and she felt him press his palm against her back. "This way," he told her, leading her down a richly decorated hall. Savannah shivered as the taste of him remained on her lips. She licked them and swallowed his flavoring. Thoughts of backing out and running filled her, but they were overridden by the heat of his hand pressing into her. They reached the door and he slipped his card key in. "After you," he said, stepping back and allowing her to cross the threshold. Savannah walked in and set her purse on the desk. His room was not as large as Senator Meeks, but it was still spacious. She doubted he had the oversize bathroom with the hot tub. The bed was a queen, again smaller than Craig's but neatly made as if Mitch hadn't yet spent the night in it. "Where are you from?" she asked, turning at the sound of the mini-bar being invaded. "Oklahoma. I'm here on business. There's a casino I'm thinking of buying." "Oh really?" she said with a chuckle, disbelief written on her face. "Yes, really. I don't have to showcase my fortune like you do, Missus Scholastic." His gaze ran the length of her gown as well as noting the jewels that adorned her neck, ears, wrists and fingers. "I figure a bed and a toilet is all I need for a decent night at a hotel." "Well, you're not staying at the Holiday Inn, Mister Waters. . ." She smirked and accepted the glass of wine. "No. I didn't say I wanted cheap. I just don't need over-the-top. I bet you and the Mister are staying in a five-star joint like this, but on the top floor, perhaps you even have the entire top floor at your disposal? Or maybe that man you were fucking earlier has a room like that?" Mitch waited to see if she would confirm or deny his words. "How did you know?" Savannah asked, not bothering to deny what she'd been doing. Mitch smirked. "You haven't showered yet," he said, winking at her and taking a drink of the icy scotch in his hands. Savannah's face grew more red than before and took a long drink from her glass. "I was in a hurry," she told him. "You should shower before you go back to the Mister." Mitch told her, setting his glass down and moving toward her. "I should, yes." She watched him stalk her. She felt her pulse race as he slid his hands over her body and down her trim form. He took his time making his way back up her torso, finally reaching the top of the zipper and dragging it down. "I think it would be a wise decision Missus. . ." "Savannah," she whispered. He grinned and lowered his mouth to her neck. "Savannah," he said, just before his mouth pressed a kiss to her beating pulse. She shivered and turned her head, only to be stopped with a firm grasp on her chin. He moved his lips along her jaw and then down her collarbone. "Savannah, I think you should shower so I can fuck you," he told her and cupped her ass with one hand, while his other pulled at her dress. Her left breast popped free and he rolled the nipple. "Mitch, I . . ." "Need help?" he said, chuckled and used both hands to strip her from her gown. She leaned back, allowing him to scoot the dress down her hips. She felt his hands move across her ass; his nails dragged down her thighs as he lifted her right foot and then her left, easing her from her shoes. He turned her around and cupped her breasts, letting her watch the reflection of his fingers playing across her skin in the hotel mirror. "Why were you in another man's bed?" he asked, kissing her shoulder and nipping the warm skin. She swallowed and shook her head, refusing to tell him what he wanted to know. He licked his way down her spine and then back up. "Did you come for him?" he asked, tweaking her nipples as he whispered in her ear how hot she was. Savannah stared at the woman in the glass and chided herself. She knew nothing of this man. The only thing she did know was her body was on fire. This stranger from Oklahoma was lighting embers that had long ago turned into ash. "No," she whispered, knowing full well that wasn't going to be the outcome of this steamy one-night stand. Her sex was already growing slippery with juices that were more than just the remnants of her fuck with Meeks. "Get in the shower and wash away that scent of that other man. His cologne reeks and your pussy is mine for the next few hours. I will have you for hours, so think up some excuse for your family." She felt his eyes on her ass and she shivered with lust. Once in the bathroom, she closed the door and leaned against it. "Breathe," she told herself, pressing her palm to her stomach. She moved to the shower and turned on the water, slipped in behind the thick curtain and grabbed the hotel soap, ripped the paper off and was rewarded with a light scent of vanilla. She giggled, wondering if Mitch knew what he would have smelled like had he showered in here with this soap. Her hands moved over her body and she felt as if her head were swimming in a sea of doubt. Thoughts of backing out were pushed away by thoughts of one night of pleasure. The idea that she was just going to fuck some stranger thrilled her. Brad had pimped her to Craig, in hopes of gaining some political power and in the end she was going to get her jollies off with someone who her husband would never learn of. She ran her hands down her stomach and washed off the come that Craig Meeks had sprayed onto her, after she ordered him to sheath himself with a condom. "Fuck," she muttered, wondering if Mitch had condoms. She'd leave if he didn't. Or would she? She fought another battle of indecision as she ran a soapy cloth up and down her pussy, washing the scent of sex from her recently used slit and hole. Her fingers scrapped the sides of her lips and she moaned in excitement. "One night," she told herself, knowing she was never going to see Waters again. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Mitch heard the shower water running and smirked. He quickly pulled off his clothing and folded them in a pile, which he left on the dresser. He couldn't quite believe he was about to fuck the Senator of Ohio's wife. He'd seen her in several magazines, more than her husband really. She was always being shot, her and her kids. The camera didn't lie. She was a piece of work. Why on Earth she thought she'd make it out of a hotel in Vegas without being caught was beyond him, but he was happy she was in his hotel. He topped off her wine and carried it to the bed. He was older than her, by a few years. Mitch reached into his suitcase and tossed a pile of condoms on the table and then chuckled. "It sure would be fun to knock her up," he laughed, but sat down on the bed and then slid under the covers. His gaze focused on the ceiling, but his mind drifted to the woman. He wasn't sure she'd take him up on the offer. He wasn't the richest man in the world, but he hadn't been lying either. He had ever intention of purchasing a casino here in Vegas. He was wealthy and knew what pockets to line to keep his business and personal life separate. With a bit of homework, Savannah could learn he was one of the silent owners of a pharmaceutical company. The door to the bathroom opened and he turned. He smiled at her and turned down the blanket, offering her a place next to him. "Drop the towel, Hon." He saw her indecision and moved his hand down his torso, stroked his cock, the blanket keeping his rod hidden from view. Her eyes followed his movements and she licked her lips. "Come on, Savannah," he said, his voice dropping to one of force and seduction. Her hands moved up to the knot she'd tied in the towel. His eyes followed her hands and then shifted to her face. "I don't know why your fucking anyone but the man your married too. . .but baby, he's a fool." "He doesn't want me," she whispered, the towel fell to the floor. Mitch gazed at her moist, glistening body. The water hadn't been completely patted dry and drops skated down her figure. He licked his lips and shook his head. "Come here Savannah. I'll certainly enjoy what he isn't." Savannah closed the distance and when her knee hit the bed, Mitch reached out and cupped the back of her neck, bringing her down to him. He rolled her to her back and lay over her. His mouth met hers in a hungry kiss. Their tongues danced and twisted around each other. He felt her nails rake down his back and he knew it had been a long time since this woman had felt cherished by a man. Mitch licked his way down her jaw and then across to her neck, sucking and biting a path along her collarbone and then up her shoulder. "Tell me what you want Savannah. No one's here to tell you they don't want you. No one's here to make you fake it. You're here because you want to be. . .tell me how much you want to be fucked." He moved down her body. His teeth bit gently on the curve of her right breast. He lifted it and licked underneath, tasting her clean and freshly scrubbed skin. Her breath came quick and he chuckled when she moaned, unable to speak as he lavished her body with attention. Mitch made his way up to her nipple and bit down, drawing the bud into his mouth, sweeping his tongue across it and then releasing it, and watching it sway back and forth, before he captured it again. One of his hands moved to her left breast and he massaged it, while the other slipped down to tease the downy trimmed hair of her pussy. "Oh God, Mitch." Savannah moaned and twisted her body; her hips rose and her back arched. Mitch welcomed every turn, never once losing his hold on her tit, or the wonderful feel of her beneath him. His cock throbbed with lust, wanting nothing more than to be buried in the warm heaven her pussy offered. He released her nipple and moved over to the other, sucking and licking his way around it, before biting down and feeling her jump in excitement. "Yes, more. . .please Mitch. More." He grinned and did as she asked, biting down harder and drawing in her rosy point before releasing it to learn the shape of her stomach. "Two kids right? Twins?" he asked as he took his time to trail moist kisses across her navel and then back up to the underside of her tits. His hands were moving again. One simply stroked the warm home of her arousal while the other slid up and down her thigh. "Yeah, twin girls," she gasped and lifted her hips. "My ass. I want you to tease it," she growled. Mitch lifted his head and lapped at her. "Look at me Savannah," he ordered and waited till she composed herself. "If I tease it, I'll be fucking it later." "YES " she demanded and rocked her pelvis forward. "I want that. I want you to fuck my ass." He growled and put one of his fingers against her pussy, gathered her honey and then slipped it back to her star passage. He moved his finger into the tight opening as his face dropped down to tease her pussy lips with his tongue. Back and forth he swept the flattened muscle as he carefully and gently invaded her anal opening. She moaned and pled for more. Mitch delivered. His teeth joined in the frenzy. He increased the rhythm of their anal play while gnawing on her clit. Biting, chewing, pulling on the hard strip of flesh made more of her juices flow from her sex. Quickly he swallowed them, planting his open mouth against her hole and drinking the hot liquid that flowed readily from her. Never easing on the impaling force of her ass, he used his other hand to invade her sex. He pushed three fingers into her as his mouth continued to assault her with tearing bites and flickers that washed over the hardened strip of flesh. "Mitch " she screamed. He felt her hands in his hair and knew she was going to shower him with nectar. "Oh. . .oh. . .fuck Yes Oh Fuckin' God. . .Eat me " "Come all over my face Savannah. I want it. No one wants your pussy like I do. Let me have it, baby." Mitch felt her pussy and her ass tighten, he pulled his finger from the dark opening and was rewarded with a shower of come. He sealed his mouth over her pussy, drew in the liquid silk and drank it down with great gulps as he continued to feast on her and stimulate her clit. She came again, lifting her hips from the bed, which were soon supported with both his hands. He lifted her higher, sucking and drawing her juices from the deepest parts of her pussy. Looking up he saw the contorted features of her face and growled at her that he was far from finished. He face was soon buried again. Moving to the right and left, his mouth devoured her sex. His tongue dived in and out of her pussy hole and he felt her scent cover him. Her nectar flowed down his chin and he swept his tongue up and down, burying himself in her honey. "Mitch. . .oh fuck. I can't. . .I can't," Savannah muttered. "Yes you can Savannah. Come all over me baby. I want it." He took both her legs and quickly set them on his shoulders, grabbed her waist and forced her body to slide down the bed. His legs moved to support her torso and his face once again disappeared into her pussy and he didn't ease up on his feast until she was screaming his name and coming for him again. Mitch let her go, setting her legs down and then rolling her over. He stared at her ass, aching to invade the tight entrance. He ran his palms down both cheeks and then leaned over her. "Savannah," he whispered, aiming his cock against the opening of her pussy. "We're gonna fuck again sometime." He pushed his way into her sex and closed his eyes. "Oh fuck yeah, baby. You are so fuckin' hot. What is it baby? What drove him away?" he asked and rocked his hips back and forth so his cock slid in and out of her sweet tunnel. "Gay," she moaned and pushed her hand down between the sheet and her body. "Mmm. . . good for me, then," he whispered and began to slowly increase his rhythm. Mitch felt her pussy tighten around him and he moaned out in pleasure. His thought process rolled the new information about Brad Scholastic to the back of his mind and he filed it away and then returned his attention to the beautiful woman that was letting him pound his way into her. "Faster, damn it " Savannah shouted and pushed her hips back. Mitch began to thrust hard and fast. Each drag of his cock, made her squirm and he threw his head back. The tip of his shaft remained in her sex and he shuddered when he felt her nails scrap his rod, knowing she was rubbing her clit with as much vigor as he was fucking her with. Senatorial Secrets Ch. 06 A quick recap (REMEMBER - this is all fiction) Brad Scholastic represents the state of Ohio in the US Senate. He's married to Savannah and they have twin daughters, Gail and Gina. Brad is believed to be on his way to the White House and his picture perfect family is more than willing to overlook his flaws as long as he takes them with him. Peter and Samuel are two of Brad's bodyguards. Samuel will do anything and anyone to please his boss, while Peter will ignore everything - - - or so that is what Brad thinks. Peter and his sister, Carolyn are working together by gathering up dirt on Brad, because of the pain he caused them in their past. Carolyn runs an escort service, one that Brad uses often. She provides Brad with willing males whenever Brad makes a request. If none are available... Brad finds one, any way he has to. Mitch and Anthony. . .two new men on the scene, but have nothing to do with each other. One is Savannah's new secret lover, the other is Brad's. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Three months later. . . Cincinnati, Ohio Peter crumbled the florists card in his fist and tossed it toward the trash can. The flowers he picked up and threw against the wall. Stumbling to his chair he reached for the bottle and lifted it high, draining its contents and loving the burn the melted into his chest. His sister had just been laid to rest and the flowers brought back to his home, where he had gone through who had sent them. He had every intention of sending thank you notes out to all that had taken the time to not only attend Carolyn's funeral, but also the ones who'd sent flowers too, all except the one he'd thrown. That particular man would only get a manilla envelope full of glossy prints. He'd been called from Brad's side a week ago. A faceless man told him his sister had been killed in a car accident, it wasn't until later that Peter learned it was a drunk driver that had taken not only Carolyn's life, but also a young woman's; both of them had known her during their younger days. He pushed himself up from the chair and picked up the phone, called a cab, not trusting himself behind the wheel and waited for the driver to arrive. Once he had, Peter tucked himself in the backseat and took the short ride to his sister's office. "Hello Mister Hansen," the timid voice of Carolyn's Secretary reached into Peter's foggy subconscious. "Danny," he said, lifting his hand to the pretty redhead, whom he normally took time to make blush. Danielle smiled softly, though her eyes spoke volumes of words missed to Peter. She pressed the button under her desk that unlocked Carolyn's office door and watched Peter slip inside. Peter had felt her eyes on him and he knew she too was hurting. If it had been anyone else, he'd been able to offer the woman some comfort, a strong shoulder to lean on, a kind ear to listen, but it was Carolyn, his sister and her friend, the pain too raw to share. Peter leaned against the office door and took a deep breath. She was still with him. He could feel it. She wouldn't rest until their plan was done. It was time. Peter knew it was sooner than both of them wanted, but it was just him now and he wanted out. He wanted Brad to pay and he wanted to reclaim his life, though he was no longer sure what it was he wanted out of it. He thought of Gail and Gina. The twins would be hurt, but they were young, kids really. They were just eighteen. Their birthdays were coming up and they'd bounce back. People like the Scholastics were always bouncing back, but not Brad. Peter was going to bury him. He moved from the door to the desk and sat down in front of his sister's computer. Soon he was elbow deep in her files, digging up the dirt they had cataloged concerning Brad's fetish for young, virgin males. Some had been minors, those names were withheld and Brad would only dredge them up if Brad didn't take the threat seriously. Peter didn't want to hurt the ones that didn't have a choice. He didn't want other young men to take their lives like his brother had done. He just wanted justice. Hours passed as Peter collected pictures, videos, tape recordings. He remembered each one that he'd collected and was grossly rewarded with ones that he'd not yet seen, but knew of. When he left he passed Danielle pausing briefly to tell her to close down the office for two weeks. After that he'd be back to settle all the accounts. Again he felt her eyes on him and he sighed. "Another time," he told himself, wondering if perhaps Danielle could be a part of his new life. Peter lifted his hand and a cab came to a stop in front of him. The briefcase he'd nabbed from Carolyn's office was full of everything his sister had on Scholastic and his secret life. He returned home and selected a few choice photos, one video and one audio clip. These were slipped into an envelope and addressed to Brad. When he was finished he picked up a second envelope, this one smaller than the first and placed a flash disk of his night with the twins along with two 5 x 7 shots of one of their many nights together. These he addressed to Savannah. He'd use it if he had too, but he hoped Brad would come clean without his wife's involvement. Idly he tapped the files he collected and copied on Savannah's lover before giving them to her. He knew Mitch Waters wasn't perfect, but he'd be a good man for the Senator's wife. He hoped Mitch would stay by her side once all this public and Brad was suffering. Peter closed his eyes and pictured his brother. He tried to concentrate on the happy youth he'd always been, but the memory was rudely invaded by the bloody images that were the paving for Peter's revenge. He then flashed to Carolyn. He'd not seen her in months, but he'd spoken to her several times as Brad's one night stands lessened and his relationship with young Anthony Edwards grew. That was when they had decided to step up the date of their revealing. His cell phone vibrated against his hip, followed by its knowing chirp. He grabbed it and growled low as he read the text message from Brad. Peter sighed and took a calming breath and called back his employer. "Sorry Sir, was in the john," he said. "No worries, Son. Just wondering how you're doing," Brad's voice came over the air waves. "I'm doing well, Sir. Thank you for the flowers," he replied. "It's the least I could do. I'd like to do more. What was your sister's favorite charity? Besides myself," Brad said with a hearty laugh. "She was always good at providing me with sweet pieces of ass. I'd like to make a contribution to a worthwhile cause in her name." Brad cringed. He wanted nothing from Brad, least of all anything attached to Carolyn's name publicly. "Sir, I appreciate the offer, but given the services she provided for you, I think it would be wise just to make a donation to the local children's hospital she was fond of, but not in her name. I'd hate to see your good image dirtied if the press dug up Carolyn's side business. What she did for you and others was done under the . . ." "Sheets," Brad chuckled. Peter could almost see him wink at his pun. "Yes, Sir. So if you'd like to donate funds to the hospital, just do so and you and I will know who the money is in honor for. . .that is all that matters isn't it?" Peter asked. He waited, knowing Brad was struggling with the decision. Would the press look into Carolyn's life if Brad donated money in her name? Hell yes, Peter told himself. He knew they would and he wanted to protect Carolyn. "I see you're still thinking of me, Son. Good plan you got there. I'll do that, it'll be our secret. You take your time coming back to us, though I'll admit the temporary agent that is filling in for you is a nice piece of eye candy. I'm thinking Anthony and I will have to invite him into the fold . . . if you know what I mean," Brad laughed. Peter rolled his eyes. "Yeah, Sir. I understand." He informed Brad he'd be back by the end of the following week and to not let the new guy get too comfy as a bodyguard. Brad made another joke and called him Son, sending fury through Peter. When he hung up the phone he thought of how lucky he was that Brad was just his boss and not a relative. The weeks moved slowly for Peter. He went through his sister's belongings, pulling out photos of the past. Old black and whites of his parents, two people that had been taken from him and his siblings early in life. Peter's shoulders slumped as he realized for the hundredth time since receiving the devastating news, that he was now alone. A woman's face appeared in his grief stricken mind and he stood up from the dusty photos and negatives that surrounded him. He opened Carolyn's address book and found Danielle's name and number. Two hours later he was taking her hand in his and leading her to a table bathed in candlelight and a chilled bottle of wine. "How are you?" Danielle asked after he'd poured them both a glass of the ruby liquid. Peter shrugged his shoulders. "I'm getting by. Though it will be nice to have supper with a friendly face. How are you?" he asked, honestly wondering how the young woman was doing. Danielle repeated the same shrug and sipped her beverage. "Same I guess. I'd worked with Carrie for years. I never thought about what I'd do if she weren't around. Now I seem a little lost." "Yeah, I know what you mean. We were working on this project and now. . ." "The one about your brother right?" Danielle asked. Peter's eyes grew wide. "You know?" Danielle reached over and took Peter's hand. "I was cleaning her office one night, something I did, because she didn't want the help in there snooping. She was a private person." "She had reasons to be," Peter said, pulling his hand away. "She obviously was trusting the wrong person." "Hey," Danielle answered back, tucking her hand in her lap. "She'd been shredding the photos just moments before stepping out of the office and I was still on the clock and on the grounds, so she wasn't too worried was she. I was emptying the garbage when I saw a partial photo jammed in the shredder. I dislodged it and saw a smudged picture of our famous Senator. So hell yeah I was curious. She walked in, claiming to have forgotten something, but you know what. . .looking back I don't think that was the case. I think she wanted to talk. I think she needed it. You weren't around. She needed. . ." "I wasn't around, because I was guarding his queer ass," Peter muttered back and then lifted his hand to stop Danielle from speaking in front of the waiter. When their salads were served and they were again alone he continued. "I was there in spirit. I was only a phone call away. She knew this. She could have come to me any time or called me and I would have come to her." "Well, she didn't want to trouble you. She said you were doing your part of the job and she had to do hers. I guess she was feeling shitty that night. That guy she'd been dating dumped her. Scholastic had ripped her a new one because the man she'd provided wasn't a virgin and he'd roughed him up as had that other guy. . .Samuel. She had to pay a lot to keep the whole scandal a secret and she was starting to feel a bit guilty." "Guilty? For what? Trying to set things right?" Peter stuffed his food in his mouth and chewed it down without enjoying its flavor. "She had no reason to feel guilty. I think you're just making up excuses for being nosey." Danielle's eyes narrowed and she pushed back from her seat. "I came here to support you and offer my help. To take her place in the scheme, not take your insults and accusations." Peter jumped up and grabbed her arm just as she was about to leave. "Danny, I'm sorry. Sit down and let me apologize. I really am a gentleman. You're right. I wasn't there for her and she obviously needed someone to share this with and you were it. She trusted you. . ." he helped her back into her seat, "and I will too," he said, whispering in her ear. "Peter." Danielle watched him reclaim his seat, as she settled into hers. "I loved her too. She was like the sister I never had. That night she unloaded everything. I learned all about your parents and how you and she raised your brother. I learned about the night he died and then I was shown the videos, listened to the tapes, saw the photos. . .I'm here to help. What Scholastic is doing is wrong. He's not only hurting others, but he's not the man everyone believes him to be." Peter was silent for several minutes, long enough for the food to arrive. He pushed his steamed vegetables around and then looked into the dark brown eyes of Danielle Green, a woman he wanted to start something with, but what he wasn't sure. He wanted this business behind him. He didn't want any part of it to move with him when he was finished bringing Brad down. Danielle was supposed to come after the job, but now here she was offering to help him finish what he and his sister had started. What could she do? Did he really need her? "Danny, I don't want you involved in this mess with Scholastic. I want something else. . . I have all I need to make Brad squirm and plenty more to prove to him I'll go public." "Then what do you want?" she asked, her eyes showing her confusion. "After all I've said, you may not want to know," he answered, trying to lighten the mood with a soft smile and a gentle squeeze to her hand. Danielle sighed and returned the simple embrace of fingers clutching fingers. "What is it?" she asked again. "Danny, I've known you and Carolyn were good friends. Obviously I didn't know how close. She trusted you, that is apparent in the fact you know about Brad and you're willing to step in and take her place in our scheme. . .but I'm ready to move on this now, well, soon. I want to get out from under his thumb and watch him crumble. When it is all over. . ." he brought her hand to his lips and touched the smooth knuckles, "I thought of starting my life over. I thought of you." Danielle blinked back her shock. She pulled her hand away and tucked it in her lap. Peter saw her blush and wondered what she was thinking. "Peter, I didn't know. . ." "I know I've only made passing glances at you, and friendly flirtations, but I've been thinking lately that I'd like to do more. . ." Peter watched her face grow a brighter shade and he secretly patted himself on the back for changing the subject and getting her to stay with him through dinner and hopefully into dessert. "Peter, I've enjoyed the friendly banter we've always shared, but I figured you had someone. Carolyn was very hush hush, when it came to your private life. She never said if you were involved or not. . .and well, I never asked." Peter shrugged. "I've had relationships and I will be honest with you from here on out. I have been with the twins." "The twins?" Danielle asked. Dawning filled her face and her brows shot up. "Oh, those twins." "Yes. I have several photos of them in compromising positions as well as a home movie." "I see. Of them and you, or them and others?" Danielle asked. "Both and of them with each other," he answered back. "I don't want to use them. I will if I have too. If Brad doesn't step down and publicly acknowledge his wrong doings as well as answer the financial demand I'm presenting to him, the photos and the video will go to Savannah. She'll do anything to protect her daughters. . .so I know Brad will answer for his crimes. . .eventually. I'd just prefer not to bring Gina and Gail's incestuous behavior to the public eye." "But you will, if you have too," she stated softly. "Yes. I will." Peter drained his glass and then waved over the server, who quickly brought their desserts. "I asked Carolyn this once and I'm going to ask you too. Is this necessary? I mean the blackmail. The underhandedness. The revenge?" Peter forked a bite of cheesecake into his mouth and swallowed, the taste complimenting the remnants of wine still on his taste buds. "If you know how to get the rapist out of public office, I'm all for it." Danielle sighed. "No I don't. I just hate to see the innocent hurt." "Danny," Peter said, "there are no innocents. Even Gail and Gina aren't innocent. They were when they were kids, but now that they are women. They know how to play their father. They know how to twist the world to accommodate them. So does Savannah. She's got a new lover, one I think is going to be the answer to her prayers, if he's willing to handle the media attention. But she's not an innocent victim. The guy Brad's fuckin' regularly. . .he's screwing him and lining his pockets with cash so he can win the heart of the President's relative. There are no innocent victims except the young men Brad raped and their families." Danielle pushed her plate away and stood up. "Peter, let's go. I think we both need to let this conversation die and have a good evening. When was the last time you went dancing?" she asked. Peter chuckled and threw several hundreds on the table, took Danielle's hand and held it tightly. "I haven't been dancing in a long time and would be honored to be seen holding you in my arms." He swept his hand around the small of her back and led her toward the door of the restaurant. They made it to his car and he helped her in, before walking over and claiming the driver's seat. Several minutes later she was exactly where Peter had said he wanted her, pressed against his chest and dancing in his arms. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Danielle inwardly shivered as Peter's hands moved down her torso and then up again. The dance was not one of slow, sensuous sways or tightly embraced arms, but one of wiggles and constant touching. Her hands rested on his shoulders as he made his way back up her body and she turned around and pressed back into his hard pecs and crotch. She wasn't sure if it had been the wine from dinner and then the drinks they indulged in before they danced, but whatever it was she was going to let her body react the way nature demanded it did. When his hands moved down her ribs and then rested on her hips she ground her ass into his pelvis. He groaned and she smirked upon hearing it. "Danny," he said. His voice louder than romance would direct, but the music forced others to shout and yell their sentiments to their partners. "I don't think that's wise." "Oh?" she asked with a laugh and repeated the process. "No," he growled and spun her around and brought her tight against him. "Not unless you're planning on dealing with the repercussions." He lifted a brow and ground his hips against her. Her eyes grew wide and she felt her cheeks grow hot as the obvious "repercussion" pressed into her. Danielle licked her lips and blinked before pulling her lower lip in with her teeth and gently gnawing on it. She wasn't prepared for the electric shock that slammed into her when Peter's mouth captured her lip and tugged it from her own assault. His tongue then moved over the wet skin before drifting inside to tease her. She turned her head to the right and her fingers slipped up his chest and around the back of his head. Her feet raised her a few more inches as she stood on the tips of her toes. As his mouth trailed from her lips to travel down to her neck and bite on the flesh that pulsated under a thin veil of freckles Danielle whispered, "Damn." Peter chuckled and drew back, pulling her deeper into the corner and turning her so she was pressed back into the wall. "Danielle," he said, his words dancing over her ear. "Umm. . .yeah?" she asked in a breathless voice. "I was going to take it slow, but you haven't been cooperating." His hands moved from her shoulders to her hips and then up to tease the undersides of her breasts. "Umm. . .so," she answered, swallowing the lump in her throat. "So. . . what should I do now?" he asked. She felt his thumbs brush across her nipples and she hissed. Senatorial Secrets Ch. 07 Author's Note: This is a fictional story of politics and intrigue. This chapter touches on several different characters, but all takes place on the same day. Enjoy ~ Red. Washington DC "Tell me again," Brad whispered in his lover's ear. "I love you," Anthony told him and ran his fingers down Brad's spine. "Do you?" Brad asked. He'd been as close to exclusive as he could get with Anthony, only taking out his sexual perversions when Anthony returned home to be with his family. Something the young man had insisted on when the relationship started three months ago. Anthony held Brad's ass in his hands and ground his hips upwards, forcing their cocks to bump against each others, bringing a moan from both of them. His eyes locked with his lover's and he ran his tongue across Brad's lower lip. "Brad. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. I told you to stop paying me after two weeks of being with you, doesn't that show I love you?" he asked, hooking his leg around Brad's and rolling him to his back. "Yeah, that surprised me." "You insisted I take the funds. But the offer is still there, if you don't believe I love you then you can stop paying me. . .I'm not going anywhere," Anthony told him and then began to move his lips down Brad's jaw and neck. "No. . .I'm just doubting myself lately. . .God, baby you do that so well," Brad whispered. "Do what?" Anthony asked. His mouth traveled across Brad's shoulder, nipping at the flesh, while his fingers skimmed down the chiseled pecs and over to Brad's ribs. "You know what," Brad growled. He ran his fingers through Anthony's hair and pushed his head down toward his hardened nipples. "Yeah, I know what," Anthony answered back and took in Brad's right bud, sucking and pulling on the tender bead. "Do you still see her?" Brad groaned. He watched with lust-filled eyes as Anthony made his way over to his other nipple, bit it and then looked up at him. Shrugging his shoulders he licked the ridged flesh and then smiled. "I see her because you told me to, remember. You said our friendship would help your career. I'm not fucking her if that is what you want to know. I'm yours remember. . .only yours," Anthony said. His tongue snaked out to lick a trail of moisture from the center of Brad's chest down to his navel and then across to his right hip. "Yeah... all mine." Brad lifted his hips and took his cock in his hand. "Take it Anthony. I've missed you. These week long trips back home that you insist on are killers." "But they are necessary," Anthony told him and replaced Brad's hand with his own. Brad closed his eyes as he let Anthony stroke his dick and toy with the head. "You like?" "You know I do." "Yeah, I know you do," Anthony answered and opened his mouth wide. He engulfed Brad's cock and felt it jerk inside his mouth. As he swirled his tongue back and forth, coaxing more moans and groans from his lover his eyes closed and he pictured Rebecca's pussy under his lips. He saw her just as she had been yesterday morning, laying back on her bed with her legs open and his fingers and tongue playing with her. He had convinced her he'd been mugged back in LA and she had immediately pampered him, confessing to him how she cared for him and in return he too confessed his desire for her. Very soon they were making out and then making love. He felt Brad's fingers in his hair and he came off the cock in his mouth to gather up his lover's balls and begin to treat them to firm sucks and hard licks of a sandy textured tongue. "Finger my ass, baby," Brad moaned, lifting his hips in eagerness. Anthony moaned in defiance, but he knew Brad would only feel the vibrations and think they were for the desire of ramming his finger into the Senator's hole. Anthony teased the puckered entrance with his finger and then dropped the wet sack to lick the underside of Brad's dick. "You ready?" he asked. "Yeah. I need it." Brad cursed when he felt the initial invasion. "Fuck yes. . .ohh fuck yeah. That feels so good," he moaned and then pushed his ass down, taking more of Anthony's finger. Anthony pumped his digit in and out, as he licked his way to the tip of Brad's cock. He took his free hand and lifted the rod up and then swallowed the head. Slowly he moved down the thick shaft, taking another inch and then another as Brad urged him on. When he reached the bottom he sucked hard and kept a seal around Brad's dick as he tried not to gag on the pre cum that was filling his throat. He heard Brad beg him to make him come and though Anthony knew how to prolong his boss's pleasure he also was more than willing to speed up the process. His mouth slid up to the head of Brad's cock and then dropped down hard. Several times he took the man's sex deep down his throat and then back up again. When he felt the come shoot out a sense of relief filled him. He continued milking Brad until he felt Brad's fingers leave his hair. He pulled his finger out of the man's ass and left his cock to hang limp on his thigh. "God damn, that felt good." Anthony just smiled, slipped up Brad's body and shared a come-filled kiss with him. When their tongues parted, he rolled to his back and closed his eyes. "You know that never gets old," Brad muttered. He lay on his side and took Anthony's cock in his hand. "We aren't finished baby. You need to come too. This isn't a one-sided love affair," he said. Anthony shifted and masked his feelings. "No it isn't. You need to fuck me lover," he said as he reached for a bottle of lube that lay waiting on the night stand. He gave the tube to Brad and watched the older man load his cock with the clear gel. His gaze moved to a speck of dirt on the wall behind Brad and he concentrated on it as Brad slowly lowered his ass down onto Anthony's rock hard member. "Ohh fuck yeah," Anthony whispered, as if he were in a play and it was time for him to act. In away that was what he did. He acted with Brad. He played the part of a willing lover, devoted and very much in awe of being with the Senator. In actuality he was a willing screw so he could pocket the money and give Rebecca a better life. He closed his eyes again as his balls began to tighten. His lips moved and he moaned in pleasure as his mind drifted to thoughts of his girl riding him. "Beck," he muttered as his come shot from his balls. He was too lost in the fantasy to feel Brad stop and he thought nothing of it when he heard his lover curse. When Brad leaned down their lips touched and their tongues tangled. "Thanks baby," Anthony whispered. "Yeah," Brad said quietly and slipped off of Anthony's cock. Brad watched Anthony stretch and yawn. He stared at him as he got up and he even smiled when his lover winked and headed to the bathroom. Inside Brad was furious, disappointed and hurt. For almost three months Anthony had been his lover. He hadn't been exclusive, but he was the only one that he loved. He was also sure that Anthony had loved him, but now he knew. It wasn't Brad's name that fell from his lover's lips it was the name of another. . .a woman even. Brad's stomach curled in disgust. He got off the bed and moved to his jacket. He dialed a number and reached Samuel. "I need you to take a leave of absence and do some work for me," he said quietly, his gaze never leaving the bathroom door where Anthony was showering. "I need you to track Anthony's movements from last week when he was with his family. Seems my lover is dipping his wick into the enemies cunt." He shut the phone off and then headed to the bathroom. "We'll see how much you like fucking that bitch when she doesn't look so pretty," he told himself. ***** Peter's plane landed and he headed to the Lincoln Town Car that was waiting for him. He raised a brow, curious as to where Sam was and why he hadn't picked him up. He knew Anthony was supposed to be in town and he knew Brad was probably with him. He reached the pinstriped suit of the driver and shook his hand. "You are?" he asked. "Brian, just a temp. I'm supposed to give you the keys and hitch a ride back to the office, where my car is. Seems Sam had an emergency come up and he's out of the picture for a while." "Really?" Peter asked, wondering what would have pulled Sam from Brad's side, since the man had no family. "Where's the boss man?" he asked, though he knew. "He's at his place. His intern's back from vacation and I guess they have business to discuss." Peter raised a brow, figuring the young man didn't know what type of business was being discussed. "Well thanks for the keys and I'll give you the lift you need. Climb in," he said, nodding to the car. He pulled out of the parking lot and headed back into the city. His briefcase sat in the back along with his luggage and his mind wandered back to Danielle and how beautiful she looked waving goodbye to him. When he dropped the young man off, he headed to Brad's Washington house and quickly went through security. Once there he tossed his bags in his room and quickly pulled out the manilla envelope he was going to personally deliver to his employer. He had run the plan in his head. He could mail it, leave it on his desk, or simply do nothing. The last option was always quickly dismissed. In the end he wanted to see Brad's reaction. He wanted to watch his face grow pale and his hands shake. He needed to see the man brought down and watch his world fall apart. Peter tucked the envelope back in his briefcase and pulled his shirt over his head. He stripped down and walked naked to his bathroom, where he quickly submerged himself into a hot shower. ***** Ohio Gail and Gina watched their mother flitter about the room. They both sat on her bed as she tossed several dresses to the floor before settling on one of a deep crimson color. They gave each other knowing winks and then giggled. "What?" Savannah asked. "Nothing," the twins chimed in. Savannah rolled her eyes and went back to finding suitable jewelry to go with her dress. "So mom," Gail said, pulling a lock of blonde hair. "What's his name?" Savannah's hands hovered over a ruby bracelet and she turned to face her twin girls. "Who?" "The guy you're getting all dolled up for. Dad's in D.C. mom. . .so what's his name?" Gina repeated the same question her sister had asked. Savannah paled and turned away. "Mom come on. We aren't stupid. You've been on cloud nine since we left Las Vegas. You've been smiling and prancing around her like a girl who just had her first orgasm." "For Christ's sake Gail!" Savannah said, her eyes growing wide. "I'd like to remain ignorant in the fact that you know what an orgasm is." "Come on mom. . .we're gonna turn nineteen soon. We know all about the big 'O'." Gina smiled. "So. . . who is it and where did you meet him?" Savannah bit her lower lip as she snapped the bracelet onto her wrist. "His name is Mitch and before you ask. . .he's single and yes I have had him checked. Peter did it for me. He's a respectable business man. He owns a pharmaceutical company as well as a casino in Las Vegas." "Ha! You owe me," Gina said, smacking her sister softly on the arm. "Owe her what?" their mother asked. Gina smirked. "She knows," she winked to her sister. "So you met him in Vegas. I take it he's the reason you weren't able to make it to the Gala a couple of months ago, or the dinner with Dad and Senator Alan?" Savannah blushed and nodded her head. "Girls. . .its like I'm special." "You are special mom," Gail said and moved away from bed to embrace her mom. "You've always been special. We know that even if he doesn't." They all knew who the girls were talking about. Savannah squeezed her daughter tight and held her close. "I loved him once," she whispered and smoothed back the soft blonde curls. "We did too," Gail whispered. Soon she felt Gina's hands wrap around them both. The three women held each other as they released tears that hadn't fallen in years. When they pulled apart Gina took her mom's hand. "Can we meet him?" she asked. Savannah smiled. "I'd like that," she whispered, touching her daughter's face and then repeating the action with Gina's mirror image. "Let me call him. We're meeting tonight at his hotel. I've worked hard at meeting him in secret. I've used less bodyguards and then only the ones Peter recommended. "Yeah, Peter's a cool guy," Gina said. Gail chuckled and returned to the bed. "Well, he's helped me find a few top quality agents to shuttle me around so I could meet with Mitch. If it wasn't for him, I don't think Mitch and I would have gotten together as much as we have." "Peter seems to know who to be friends with and how to pull favors from the right people. I heard from Dad that he's supposed to be back in D.C. today." Gail said. "Yeah, that's what I heard too." Gina rose up and headed for the door. "Mom. . .let me know when we can meet this Mitch. Anyone that makes you smile like that can't be a bad guy." Gail agreed and then slipped away to join her sister on the tennis court. Savannah felt the weight of her situation change as she realized she had two special people she could share her happiness with. As she applied her make-up she wondered if perhaps it wasn't time to give up on the political world and do something to make herself happy. Would the girls mind not being known as the White House Twins? Would Brad make it easy on her if she were to threaten his sick sexual perversions to the world? She patted her cheeks with powder and then pulled out the diamond ring Mitch had given her the last time they were together. She slipped it onto her right hand and wished it could sit on her left. ***** Mitch stared at the man sitting across from him. He watched with disinterest as the gentleman counted the bills that filled the envelope. "It's all there," he told him. The man looked up and nodded his head. "I trust ya. It's just my way," he said and stuffed the envelope in his jacket. "You sure you want to do this?" he asked. "I wouldn't have called you, if I hadn't." Mitch rose from his desk and shook the other man's hand. "I want her single. She's not going to leave him. There's too much politics involved. Exposing him for the sick fuck he is won't help either because it will hurt her and her daughters. I don't want that." "Killing him won't hurt?" the man asked. "Nah. . .not in the long run. If it bothers you though, think of it as doing good for the Country," Mitch winked. "Bother me? Nah. . .doesn't bother me at all. I'm doing a job and getting paid. Any particular day work best for you?" "I don't care what day you do it. Just be sure it gets done and the girls as well as Savannah aren't anywhere near him. You hurt them and well. . ." "I understand," the man said and zipped up his coat. Mitch watched him leave then began to ready himself for his meeting with Savannah. Senatorial Secrets Ch. 08 Savannah licked her lips and breathed in the scent of her arousal. Her climax had been more than rewarding but still it wasn't enough for Mitch, she knew this. He wanted more. He always wanted more from her. Somehow, he was got what he wanted. Her hands twisted in the fur-lined cuffs. Her ankles too, tried to free themselves from their restraints, but nothing gave. They never did. Her eyes held those of her lover as she watched him crawl from between her legs. "What now My Lord," she asked with a soft giggle. Mitch smirked and winked back at her. "My Lord?" he asked then added, "I like the sounds of that." Savannah's laughter filled the spacious room and she wondered where she'd be right now if not in the confines of Mitch's bed. "Probably at some stupid charity event," she mumbled. "What was that?" Mitch asked as he returned to her side and lifted her right breast. "Mmm. . . I was just talking to myself. I was thinking of where I would be right now if I hadn't met you." "Well certainly not shackled to a bed. . .I hope," he said. His fingers moved up to her nipple and he began to roll it between his finger and thumb. "No. I would be shackled to a chair and staring at numbers that people believe I can stretch to gigantic proportions." She arched her back as Mitch's mouth replaced his fingers and his teeth pulled on the soft nub. His tongue flickered across the tightened bead while his other hand moved down between her come-soaked pussy. "Mitch," she whispered and watched with frustration as his mouth left her tit. "My Lord. . . remember?" He winked and returned to devouring her nipple. "Mmm. . .okay," she said with a soft shrug. "My Lord, harder, please." Mitch complied and bit down on the rosy peak, before reaching over to the table and reaching into the night stand drawer. Savannah watched him, her attention divided between curiosity and intense pleasure. "What are you doing?" she asked, her fingers curling in delight as her lover moved to her other breast and worked his tongue over it. He lifted his head and smiled. "I thought we'd play a bit today." "I figured this was our playing," she answered, moving her wrists and ankles. "No, we've done this before, but these. . ." he held up what he'd pulled from the drawer and then moved to stand next to the bed, "are new." Her gaze moved to the small clamps and the small box they were attached too. "Nipple clamps?" she asked and then nodded to the box, "What is that?" "The control box," he answered with a wicked gleam to his eyes. Savannah's eyes grew wide and then she chuckled. "You're kidding right?" "Nope," Mitch said, licking his lips. "Will it hurt?" she asked. He shrugged his shoulders. "It does for some. . .others find it exciting. I won't do it if it hurts you though. I just want to see if you'll like it. Willing to try?" She knew this was something he wouldn't introduce if he thought her not ready. Her teeth captured her lower lip and she nodded her head. "I'll try,"she whispered. Her body grew stiff as he approached her and then she was rewarded with a soft hand on her hip. "Savannah. . .I'd never hurt you," he told her. "I know. . .I'm just scared. I've never. . .well. . . you and I, everything is so different," she answered. "Good," he said and pressed a kiss on her lips before kissing her right nipple and then placing a clamp on the pink-hued point. He adjusted the strength and then kissed the left before applying the twin clamp. "Beautiful," he told her before sliding his tongue down her stomach. Savannah whimpered as her hips lifted on their own accord. She felt his tongue moving back to the place where he had moments ago savored with vigor. Her nipples grew tighter and she enjoyed the bite of the metal that pulled at her skin. A rush of pleasure ran through her and was suddenly gone. "What was that?" she whispered. A blush radiated from her when she heard Mitch chuckle that he had turned the clamps on. "You like?" he asked and dragged his tongue across her slick mound. "That was. . ." "Yeah. It's set to pulsate, so be ready," he winked and then placed his fingers on her passion-filled lips. He opened them, exposing her pussy hole and warm skin to the heated breath that escaped his lungs. Savannah's head dropped back to the pillow and she felt his tongue flick across her clit. Her fingers curled into tiny fists and her legs tried to bend and wrap themselves around Mitch's lower half. She remained secured to the bed posts and was left a prisoner to her lover's touch. The rush of energy pulsed through her and she squealed in delight and surprised pleasure. Her hips rose again, and Mitch's hands slid under her ass. His mouth moved slowly up and down, slurping the fresh liquid that spilled from her sex. She was transported again, but this time the electric shock helped to carry her higher. She heard a soft click and then the pulsating device quickened. She jerked and felt Mitch's face become more buried in her slickness. "Mitch. . .Oh fuck, more baby." His soft chuckle fell into her channel, but she was rewarded with what she'd begged for as another shot of electricity ran through the wires to surround her nipple and flow down her areolas. Her breast tingled and her body throbbed as his fingers replaced his tongue. Mitch pulled and twisted her clit, while he hardened his muscle and began to thrust his wet appendage in and out of her cunt. Savannah pulled on her restraints; curses fell from her lips and she felt her fingernails bite into her palms. "Mitch!" she screamed as sparks flashed behind her lids. "Fuck! Oh fuck yes!" Her body thrashed to the right and left, but her ass was forced to remain still as one of his strong hands held her up for his devouring. She felt his mouth move lower, his tongue invading her tight passage as his fingers moved from her clit to her pussy. He entered her swiftly driving three fingers into her opening. She came immediately; his invasion and the feel of his nails scrapping her fleshy sides were all she needed to cover his features with her cream. When he released her ass, he smiled up at her. Savannah watched his hand come up to wipe the come off his chin and then she watched him reach down to wrap his slick fingers around his cock. He moved up her body, wedging his dick between her folds. "Savannah," he whispered against her lips. "Mmm?" she asked, not really wanting to talk, simply wanting to kiss and taste her arousal on his tongue. She swept the tip across his lips and smiled. "That was. . ." she stopped and then giggled as the shot from the clamps seared her again, "nice." "I want to fuck you," he told her, sliding his cock deep. Her muscles embraced him and she watched as he grabbed the headboard of the bed. The added leverage allowed him to thrust harder and deeper into her and she welcomed it. Savannah was surprised that she liked being held down by him, feeling him rise over her and claim her had been a welcomed relief to the life that she was living. It was the feeling of him taking charge and taking care of her that had finally won her over to more than just his sexual appeal. As he moved in and out her, she whispered words of encouragement and love. Mitch heard her and answered her back with the same words. He coaxed her to come all over his cock as he buried his seed deep within her womb. In the beginning he had thought he'd use Savannah to get further ahead in his own life, and perhaps have her pregnant with his child, but as their relationship grew he knew she was going to be the downfall that would make him do things he'd never thought possible. He felt her shudder again and smiled against her neck. "I love you," he whispered and then pulled the soft lobe of her ear. "I love you," she answered back. She felt him pull free of her sex and then felt the knowing release of her restraints. Her arms wrapped around his waist and she pulled him back to her. He kissed her lips, ran his tongue across her jaw and then kissed her eyes. "Wait here," he told her and then left her alone. Savannah sighed and hugged herself. She ran her palm down her sweaty torso and cupped her breasts, then released the clamps. She stared at the box, and grinned wickedly. Her fingers slid over the device and she set it on the lowest charge, before clamping one end to her clit. She lay back on the bed and waited for the surprising shot of electricity. When Mitch returned he was greeted with the side of his love coming again. He gazed in wonder and Savannah heard his growl of lust. She turned her head and blushed, before she released the clamp from her pussy and rolled to her side. "That was charming," she said and then pushed the device away. Mitch could only nod his head in agreement. His cock already showed signs of wanting to return to the depths of her warm home. "You mentioned the girls when you first came in," he said, trying to regain his composure. "Yes," Savannah answered, sitting up and looking at the boxes he held in his hand. "Well, I've been wanting to meet them for some time. You know that. I'm glad you told them about us." "I didn't have much choice. It seems my demeanor has changed since meeting you." Mitch sat down on the bed, trying hard to look casual, but it failed miserably when his eyes continued to be drawn to the woman in his bed. He took a deep breath and handed her two of the three boxes. "I bought these for them a while back, hoping I could give them to them in person." Savannah opened the first velvet-lined case and let out squeal of pleasure. "Mitch, it's beautiful," she whispered. Her long manicured nails brushed against the emerald and diamond tennis bracelet. "The other. . .is it the same?" she asked. "Similar, but it is amethyst and diamond. Do you think they'd want the same?" he asked, ready to pull the jewels away. "Oh heaven's no. They'll just borrow each others as time goes by. They'll love them, but you know. . .they already like you." "I know and I'm not trying to buy my way into their hearts. I just want to give them something. Their mother makes me whole." It was with those words that he opened the final box and the sparkling set of diamonds glistened in the light that filtered into the room. Savannah's hand came up to her mouth. She looked into his eyes and then reached out to touch the expensive bauble. "I'd marry you in a heartbeat Savannah, you know this. But I know his career is a part of your life. Since I can't marry you, then can you at least where this on your other hand." Savannah nodded her head and presented her hand to her lover. Tears fell from the soft lids and she felt his thumb brush across them. "Mitch. . .I want. . ." "Shhh. . .don't sweetie. We'll have our time. I can feel it." He moved the twins' gifts from the bed as well as the clamps and the box. "Come my little slut. There are so many areas I need to cover," he said and rolled her to her stomach. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Hours later, Mitch watched her pull on her jacket and button the crystal beads that kept it closed tight around her full breasts. "Dinner with you and the girls next week?" he asked, as he made his way toward her. "Yes," she answered. Her hand rested in his and she squeezed them. "I wish things were different." "In time Savannah. . .It all takes time." He kissed her deeply and then watched her leave the small cottage he'd rented for their time together. When she was safely enclosed with a driver that her bodyguard had recommended he picked up his cell phone and dialed a number. "I've changed my mind. Savannah and the girls will be with me next week." "Yes, Sir," the voice on the other end of the line answered. The knowing click was all Mitch heard when he hung up. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Savannah closed her eyes and toyed with the rock Mitch had given her. "It's time," she whispered to herself as she thought of how Brad would feel when she told him she was leaving him. Would he be devastated? Would he beg her not to leave him? Would he threaten her? She shivered as she recalled the "missing boys" and "missing young men" that seemed to follow wherever her husband stayed. Why hadn't anyone made the connection yet? Was he God? She asked herself these questions over and over again as the car sped toward her Cincinnati home. When she reached her home, it was with a disappointed sigh. A note was given to her and she read that Gina and Gail had both decided to head to Washington for a few days. They explained that their father had called and demanded they all make an appearance, but they covered for Savannah, and appeased him with a promise to visit him for a few days. She walked into her home and picked up the phone, checked in with the girls and told them they would have to be home a week from today, because they were all having dinner with Mitch. The sounds of gentle moans filled the air and Savannah felt her skin grow pink. She set the phone down and shook her head. It was her fault her daughters sought pleasure with each other, she told herself as she made her way quietly through her now empty home. Senatorial Secrets Ch. 09 Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. All characters involved in sexual situations are over the age of eighteen. This chapter involves Samuel, Brad's bodyguard and his dealings with Rebecca, the unwilling victim in a web of lies that her boyfriend Anthony has woven. Samuel watched Rebecca Miller wave goodbye to her friends. It hadn't taken him long to find out this was who Anthony was spending his time with whenever he left Brad's side. He had contacted Brad and he had his orders. Samuel's hand traveled to his cock. There were days he hated his job, but then there were days like these. . .where he loved it. His gaze never left her petite form and he felt his dick grow another inch as he thought of all the things he had planned for her. As she walked toward the college dormitory he moved from behind the large statue of the school's founder. "Miss Miller," he called out. He saw her jump and spin around. A look of shock and fear quickly sprung on her face, but soon disappeared as he walked toward her and the lights of the grounds illuminated his features. "Sam?" she whispered and closed the distance between them. Samuel smiled, extended his hand and shook hers in a firm grasp. "Yes Miss Miller, it's me." "What are you doing here?" she asked, "Is Anthony okay?" Her face grew suddenly worried and pale. "That's why I'm here Miss Miller. Anthony was in a car accident on his way to Senator Scholastic's office this afternoon and. . ." Her hands flew to her mouth. Her eyes grew teary and he watched her start to shake. "Calm Miss Miller. He's okay. He's in the hospital and Brad, Senator Scholastic knew you'd want to be with him. He knows how serious you two are." "Oh thank god. Was he terribly hurt?" "They are merely keeping him because Brad insists he stay the night. Anthony has a busted arm and some broken ribs, but overall he'll be fine. Brad would like you to come back to Washington with me so you can spend some time with Anthony; is that possible?" He watched her chew on her lower lip as if trying to work her class schedule around her lover. In the end her quick nod told him all he needed to know and he took her elbow. "My car's parked over here." He led her to the darkest part of the school's parking lot and helped her into the back of the glossy Cadillac. Before the door closed on her, he heard her shocked gasp and then the solid thump of a fist hitting her slim jaw. Samuel darted around the front of the car, got into the driver's seat and then looked back to see the unconscious girl laying across his friend's chest. He nodded his head and quickly pulled out of the parking lot, knowing he had some time before the pretty filly would wake up, becasue whenever his buddy Greg hit, he hit hard. Rebecca moaned. Her jaw hurt as did her head. She tried to open her eyes, but only saw darkness. She closed them again and then felt the silk that covered her face. "A hood?" she thought to herself and then remembered talking to Samuel, climbing into his car and then there was nothing but blackness. "Samuel?" "Welcome back." Rebecca turned her head to the sound of a voice, a voice she didn't recognize. She tried to lift her arm and then stilled when she realized she was strapped down to a bed. Fear washed over her and she felt her throat suddenly go dry. "Who are you? Where's Sam?" she asked. She turned to the other side and called out for the bodyguard. The weight of the bed shifted and she stopped moving, trying to figure out who was in the room with her. "Sammy will be right back. I get to enjoy you first." Rebecca paled as she realized she was not only bound to the bed, but was also naked on its sheets. "NO!" she screamed and then felt the firm grip of the man's hands around her throat. It wasn't long before darkness was swimming around her and consuming her. Samuel walked into the room, a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. "Thanks," he said to Greg, shaking his hand and noticing the blood that lay speckled on his knuckles. "Better get that cleaned up." "Yeah, but no need to thank me. You know this is my thing," he winked and left the room. Samuel moved over to the woman on the bed. Her body battered and her face now uncovered. She stared back at him, as if he wasn't there and for a moment he thought Greg had enjoyed himself too much and Rebecca was dead. A sigh of relief escaped his lips when he sat down on the bed and watched her chest rise and fall. The marks from Greg's tools were clearly evident and he began to take additional snapshots that he knew the video camera wouldn't have picked up. When he was done he kissed the silent girl's lips, tasting blood and salty tears. "You shouldn't have fucked Anthony," he whispered and then slipped away, removing his clothes, so he too could enjoy the slut that had been unleashed from the prim and proper college student. As his cock filled her, he took more pictures and watched her pussy tighten and milk his seed. He moaned and heard her gasp. A whispered "please" left her lips and he smiled. "Yeah baby, you'll have it, don't worry." She'd begged to come several times during Greg's session. Samuel didn't have a lot of come left in his balls; he'd already shot several loads while watching the "training" take place. When he finally shot his load into her used cunt, he felt her pussy explode around him. More flashes from the camera took place before he eased himself out of her. "There sweetie. I bet you didn't know how much you liked coming did you. Now you rest and think about how dirty a girl you are, while I clean up." Rebecca heard the voice of Brad Scholastic's bodyguard come and go, but she still couldn't believe what had transpired. When she woke up again, her throat hurt, but her body was on fire as someone worked their cock in and out of her. She quickly came fully awake and began to buck and ride the foreign cock and came, shuddering around the huge dick. Her head was no longer hooded and she gazed in shock at the man above her and then tried to push him off her with her hips, screaming for Samuel and demanding the man on top of her leave her alone. Only he didn't. He laughed and began to push in and out of her again. Her body responded though her mind kept telling her what was happening was wrong. The man then shot his seed into her and she thought everything was over and done, but she'd been wrong. He left the bed and returned a few seconds later with clamps which were placed on her nipples and clit. He also began to use a leather flogger on her and again her body began to respond to the erotic sensations that were expertly delivered. She fought it, cursing and biting whenever the man caressed her cheek, that was when the hitting began. "Punishment for disobedience," the man had told her and after several punches she relented and began to give him what he wanted. Her body came several times and in the end she was begging him to fuck her. Rebecca's thoughts filled her with shame. When she felt the restraints on her ankles and wrists loosen she pulled herself free. She hadn't even been aware that Samuel had come back into the room. She stared at him, her eyes slightly swollen shut. "Why?" she whispered and tried to tuck herself into a ball. "Why? Because I can. Remember that." He pulled on his pants and tossed her several hundred dollar bills. "Go buy yourself something pretty. Anthony's gonna want his slut to look good when he sees her again." Samuel opened the door to the hotel room that he and Brad often used, then stepped into the hall. He nodded to a passing guest, adjusted his cock and then left the girl behind him. In the pocket of his jacket he had the camera and video tape that would show Anthony what happens when you cross Brad Scholastic. Rebecca slipped from the bed and onto the floor. She wrapped her arms around her legs and tried to understand what had made her act the way she had. It wasn't until she stopped the rocking back and forth that she'd unconsciously started that she noticed the glass of water. She studied it, trying to remember why it was there. A silent movie played in her head. Her eyes grew wide as she recalled the pills shoved down her throat and the spitting of water all over the man's face. "Oh God," she moaned and crawled to the bathroom, where she tried to make herself get sick. Thoughts of how she'd behaved washed over her and she conjured up Anthony's face. She cried as she played the scene in her head. He would hate her and she'd be labeled a slut. Her father would disown her; hell she was related to the President. What would this do to her family. She pulled herself up to the commode and sat down. She gazed at her reflection on the mirror, attached to the door. The woman looking back at her was bruised and bloody, but Rebecca knew her pussy was full of come, hers and two others. She stood up and walked to the phone that rested on the stand by the bed. She picked it up and dialed her mom's cell phone. Her other hand grabbed the glass on the table and she smashed it against the wall. Glass cut into her fingers, but the pain was non-existent. "Becky?" "Hey mom," she whispered. "Hey yourself. What's up?" Rebecca didn't say anything as she stared at the largest piece of broken glass, still clenched in her hand. "Becky? You there?" "Yeah." "Are you okay?" her mother asked. "Mom. I love you." "I love you Becky. Honey, where are you?" "I love you mommy and I'm sorry." "Rebecca! Where are you?" Her mother's voice was now frantic and pleading. Rebecca hung up the phone and sat down on the bed. She ran the glass up the vein in her arm and breathed deep. The scent of come filled her nostrils and she fell to the bed. Her cheeks rested on the moist sheets and she stared at the slippery come that pressed against her skin. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Samuel boarded the private jet and quickly dialed up his employer as his laptop loaded. The digital images were quickly downloaded to the Senator's computer and when Brad's voice came across the waves Samuel whispered, "You've got mail." He hung up the phone and then leaned back in his chair. His eyes closed and he replayed the images of the young beauty with her legs spread wide, begging to be fucked and fucked hard. His cock slowly began to rise and he moved his hand over it. It wasn't long before he had his cock out and was once again stroking his hard rod. The image of Rebecca's pussy played in his mind and then he thought of how delicious she tasted. When he landed back in Washington his balls were empty and his stomach was growling. Senatorial Secrets Ch. 10 Brad watched the image of Anthony's Rebecca taking yet another stranger's cock into her already overly used hole. He had already watched the recorded images a half a dozen times and yet he still hadn't had enough. The sound of someone knocking on his office door brought a growl of annoyance from deep within him and he closed the window out on his laptop. "Come in," he called out, and watched as Anthony walked in. Immediately anger rose up in him as he looked upon his young intern and lover, a man that had confessed his "love" for Brad and Brad only, but had in fact been grinding his cock into another. What made it worse for Brad was knowing the "other" was a woman. Had it been a man, Brad would have taken delight in forcing the odd man out to enjoy a bit of sport with him. He'd have reprimanded his lover for the deception and moved on, no longer trusting the young man, but still keeping him around for sport. "Hey babe," Anthony said, after shutting and locking the door behind him. Brad watched him remove his jacket and then walk confidently toward the desk. "I got a text message saying you wanted to see me. What's up? Or do I have to get you that way?" Brad scooted his chair back, opened his slacks, and pulled his cock free. He said nothing, still trying to reign in his anger and find a way to make Anthony suffer. He watched the young man move to his knees and he opened his legs wider, giving Anthony room to settle between them. Anthony grasped his cock in one hand, used the other to lift his balls from his boxers and then massaged them between his soft fingers while his mouth took in the ridged head. "Fuck yeah," Brad moaned, closing his eyes and letting himself enjoy the touch of his lover's mouth and fingers. Anthony sucked in more of his length and Brad pushed his hips up; his fingers tangled in Anthony's hair. "Keep sucking," he muttered and then opened his eyes, moved his other hand to the lap top and double clicked the shortcut he'd created for Rebecca's video. His hand shook as Anthony began to deep-throat him, but he managed to un-click the check mark on the audio option. When he was finished, he rested his other hand on the other side of Anthony's bobbing form. "Listen and suck, you fucker," he muttered and then began to forcefully lift and drop Anthony as he rammed his dick deeper into his young lover's mouth. Anthony was taken back by the sudden violence in Brad's voice. He had been sucking his cock the way he knew the Senator liked it, but for some reason Brad was no longer the gentle lover he had been. He was more primal. Anthony gagged and tried to lift himself off his employer, but could not fight the strength the older man possessed. He heard the muffled sounds of a computer program running and the voice though distorted somewhat seemed familiar to him. He heard the whispered name of "Becky" and the words "Fuck me" coming across the speakers. He felt Brad shift the seat, forcing him to move with it. His eyes locked on the laptop's screen and he felt his face pale. He watched Samuel move between his girlfriend's thighs and thrust into her. Another man, someone Anthony didn't recognize had his cock in her mouth. He felt Brad's hands grip his hair tighter and then lift him from his dick. "What the fuck?" Anthony shouted and tried to free himself. "Get in here," Brad shouted. Anthony's eyes grew wide as he heard Rebecca beg for more. He heard the Senator's office bathroom door open and turned to see Samuel walk out. He was naked. His cock hard and leaking with pre cum. Anthony lunged for him, but Brad hooked his leg, forcing him to trip and fall. "You were fucking a bitch. You were using me," Brad hissed and grabbed Anthony's hair again. "You like this cunt?" he asked and forced the young man to lean against the desk; his eyes glued to the laptop and the woman he loved. "What did you do to her?" he demanded, trying to twist his way to freedom. "I didn't do anything," Brad said. "Can't you hear her? She wants it. She's begging for it. Hours and hours of fucking. She's a slut. She's more a slut than my wife." "You did something. She loves me. She'd never . . . " Anthony glared at Samuel and Brad. "Yeah, she loves you," Samuel said. "With the right motivation she loves getting fucked too. An ecstasy pill later she was purring in pleasure. Begging me to come all over her slutty ass. She's tight man. Not as tight as your ass, but she's a good fuck. I may have to cream her again." Anthony tried again to lunge toward the bodyguard but was stopped short when Brad pushed a gun into his face. "Strip," he ordered. "After today you'll no longer be welcomed here, but remember . . . I have this and if you talk about me to anyone, little Rebecca's gonna pay." Brad released the hold he had on his young intern and watched in hunger as he stripped. When he was finished, Brad gave the gun to Samuel and removed his clothes. He then grabbed a bottle of lube from his desk drawer and coated his dick in it. "One last hurrah," he muttered and told Samuel to shoot the punk if he didn't do as he was told. Anthony cringed, but knew he would submit to the two bullies. He wasn't going to jeopardize his life or Rebecca's. He had milked more than come from Brad. He had his money. Lots of it. He'd leave here feeling raped and dirty, but he'd go to Rebecca with a bank account that was worthy of her and her family's wealth. That was why he had started down this path. . .for Rebecca. He bent over the desk, knowing what his soon-to-be former boss wanted. He then watched Samuel move to the front of the oak furniture and shove his dick in his face. "I figured you'd want to clean the little slut's come off," he said. "You sick fuck," Anthony muttered and knew then that Samuel hadn't bathed off the come and juice of his fuck frenzy with Rebecca. "Take it," Brad ordered and then watched Anthony open his mouth and engulf Samuel's tool. He then aimed his cock at the young man's ass and shoved himself into the dry hole. Anthony jerked and groaned in pain as his dry cavern was invaded. Soon however he relaxed as the lube on Brad's shaft began to coat his walls. Samuel moved his hands to Anthony's head and thrust his hip, forcing the man to take all of his dick. Anthony refused to help his boss or his boss's bodyguard use him. Instead he thought of what pleasure it would be to go to Rebecca and propose to her. He loved her and as he felt the shots of come explode into his ass and roll down his throat he told himself repeatedly . . . "It was all for her." Brad pulled his limp tool from Anthony. He felt empty, in more ways then one. "Get out of here . . . both of you," he muttered and then left the room. He was shocked by how hurt he was and he didn't want Anthony or Samuel to see it. He'd been a fool, a reckless fool. Turning the shower on, he climbed into the spray of water and shut his eyes. He stared there for what seemed to be an hour or more, simply letting the liquid spill over his tense muscles. Soon the water was no longer the comforting balm he needed and he found himself quickly washing away the evidence of his lust. When he stepped from the shower, pulled a robe on and then darted back into his office he was surprised to see Peter sitting there. He toweled his hair dry and then took a seat at his desk. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked. "I thought you had the day off?" Peter sat there quietly taking in his boss. He had seen Samuel escorting Anthony from the building and the look on the young intern's face had been a mixed one of both relief and despair. He admitted he was curious as to what had happened, but chose not to ask because he had his own agenda. "I wanted to talk to you. Privately." "Well I'm sure you saw Samuel leaving as well as Anthony. The others are around, as you know, but we're alone here. Shoot," Brad said, crossing his arms and eyeing the other man he trusted with his life. Peter reached down and lifted a manilla envelope from the floor. "Here," he said and tossed it to his boss. Brad lifted the envelope; his face showed his curiosity and his actions showed his eagerness. "What have you here?" he asked, "new meat? I remember when your sister provided me with these same envelopes and inside were the most delectable mor. . ." His words stopped as dozens of glossy prints fell onto his desk. They showed him in various positions with men, all legal age, but still he was supposed to be a happily, married man. He opposed gay rights, preached that the family values of America was going to shit and he was just the man to make things right. In his hands he held the proof of his secret life. His fingers curled into fists, crumbling and wrinkling some of the photos. "Where did you get these?" he asked, still not comprehending the situation. "I have more," Peter answered. "I have videos too. Carolyn was very meticulous in her dealings with you. So was I though. We provided you with what you wanted. You provided us with what we wanted." Brad's jaw dropped and then closed again. "You and . . . You and your sister took these? Why?" Peter clasped his hands in front of him. "Years ago you met a young man on the road. A hitchhiker. He was in awe of you . . . until you forced him to be your fuck toy." "So what . . . it never bothered you before. I paid my playthings." Brad shouted, pushing his chair back and growing more angry as he flicked through the photos. "It was my brother," Peter answered. "Your brother? I never fucked . . . " Brad stopped talking and then closed his eyes, dropping the photos to the desk. "The hitchhiker, young Jon. He was a sweet piece of ass." Peter lunged across the table; his hands found Brad's throat and he squeezed it hard. "Listen you sick fuck. He killed himself after he told me what you did. You stole him from us. Carolyn and I raised him. He was more than a brother, but he was our friend. He slit his wrists." Peter saw Brad's eyes bugging out and released his hold. He saw him reach for a button on his desk, but laughed saying, "I disconnected the security feature, you dumb fuck." Brad's hand moved to massage his throat. "What do you want?" he asked. Peter smirked. "I have more, like I said. I'll send those to your wife and kids as well as the media if you don't acknowledge your preferences for the male gender as well as confess to all the blackmailing you've done in the past to get your way. Nothing too bad. I'm not asking you to kill yourself or pay me millions. I just want you to feel the humiliation my brother felt. It won't be the same I'm sure . . . but I do know how you love your image and you bask in the people's praise. I want them to see the real Senator Scholastic. The one I and your family know exists." "You know I can't do that. I'll pay you whatever you want, but I can't go public." "Then I will. I don't want to hurt Savannah, or the twins, but I will." Peter stood up and turned to go. "Wait," Brad demanded, wondering for a moment if Samuel had taken his gun with him. He knew he had, and if he hadn't then Peter would have searched for one anyway. Peter knew, just like all his bodyguards did, where Brad kept his weapons. "There has to be a way to reason with you," he said. Peter shook his head. "No, there isn't. You don't have enough money. I just want you embarrassed, humiliated, so fucked publicly that maybe . . . just maybes you'll find only one way out . . . the way my brother did. You've got a week. If you don't publicly confess, then your wife and daughters will get everything I have and then so will the public." Brad watched Peter leave; he sat down hard at his desk and covered his head with his hands. The pictures were still there in his mind, even though his eyes were closed. The phone rang and he jumped from the sound. He picked it up and listened to Samuel. "Anthony's on a plane heading home . . . but we got problems." "What?" Brad asked, knowing nothing could be worse than what Peter wanted him to do. "That slut killed herself," Samuel muttered. "I just got a call from the hotel. The bitch slit her wrist. She bled to death." Brad closed his eyes and sighed heavily. "Damage control?" "I'll try, but the maid who found her was a new hire. She called the police before she called the hotel owner. Our DNA is everywhere Brad. We're fucked up." Brad thought to himself, "No Samuel, you're fucked up." He said nothing though, opting instead to hang up the phone and stare out the window of his office. "Bad shit comes in threes," he muttered as he wondered what card would be the next one to fall. Senatorial Secrets Ch. 11 Author Note: The following story takes place on the same night, but different locations. Excerpts from different chapters have been included to help remind those following the series, of where all the players were last located. Thanks and enjoy. . .~ Red. Taken from Ch. 08 "In time Savannah. . .It all takes time." He kissed her deeply and then watched her leave the small cottage he'd rented for their time together. When she was safely enclosed, with a driver that her bodyguard had recommended, he picked up his cell phone and dialed a number. "I've changed my mind. Savannah and the girls will be with me next week." "Yes, Sir," the voice on the other end of the line answered. The knowing click was all Mitch heard when he hung up. . . . . .Savannah closed her eyes and toyed with the rock Mitch had given her. "It's time," she whispered to herself as she thought of how Brad would feel when she told him she was leaving him. Would he be devastated? Would he beg her not to leave him? Would he threaten her? She shivered as she recalled the "missing boys" and "missing young men" that seemed to follow wherever her husband stayed. Why hadn't anyone made the connection yet? Was he God? She asked herself these questions over and over again as the car sped toward her Cincinnati home. . . ***** **** ***** Mitch stared at Savannah's daughters. The identical twins were just as beautiful as their mother. He felt the ring he'd given her dig slightly into his finger. It was a welcoming sting. It signified how much she cared for him. Not only had she agreed to this dinner with her children, she was also showing them that she'd committed herself to Mitch. He sipped his wine as he listened to her explain to her twins what this dinner meant. . .to not only himself, but to them as well. "Mom we're happy for you," Gina said. Her smile, genuine; mirroring her sister's. "We knew this was coming and secretly we hoped it would have happened sooner, but," she glanced at Mitch, "he looks like he's worth the wait." Mitch grinned and Savannah blushed as she gazed up at him. "He is," she answered and then kissed his lips. Gina grinned wider and pressed her leg against her sister's. Gail lifted her glass of sparkling water and proposed a toast. Her sister followed her lead, lifting her glass as well. Mitch topped off Savannah's glass and as the four goblets chimed in the center of the table Gail proclaimed that the following years would be the highlight of all their lives. Brad, their father and Savannah's husband was not mentioned in the toast. "When are you telling Dad?" Gail asked after replacing her glass. She slipped her hand to her lap, felt her sister's fingers and entwined them with her own. Savannah sighed, settled herself against Mitch and basked in his support. "I would have told him earlier this week, but he's been under a lot of stress. I'm not sure what it is, but something is hounding him." "The speech he's doing tonight?" Gina asked. "No. . .he's done speeches so many times, he can probably write them in his sleep." Savannah shrugged her shoulders. "I really don't have a clue. He said something about having a deadline to meet or we'd all suffer. I wasn't sure what he was talking about, so I dropped the issue. Then again he really wasn't happy with me, since I told him you girls and I were not going to make it to his little publicity moment." She toyed with her salad, but eventually relaxed enough to enjoy the taste of the fresh vegetables. "I bet that went over well," Gail said, popping a cherry tomato into her mouth. Mitch glanced over to Savannah and squeezed her hand. "It really doesn't matter how it went. You and your sister are here with us. Your mother looks stunning. We are in a beautiful private room, a staff to cater to our every whim, and for the first time, in what I bet is a long time. . .none of you are hounded by paparazzi and press." The three of them readily agreed to his assessment and eventually settled into a meal of joyous laughter and intelligent conversation. When Mitch's phone rang, he quietly dismissed himself and left the room. Savannah watched him leave and then heard her daughters' giggle. She blushed as she realized they had seen her eyes wandering over her lover's derrière. Mitch waved the kitchen staff from their stations and listened to his employee inform him that everything was ready. Mitch just had to give the word. He thought a moment. He had Savannah. He had her daughters' support and their best wishes. He didn't have to finish off Senator Scholastic. He could simply let Savannah have her divorce and then marry her. He thought of all the red tape and the legal battles that would follow. The tabloids. The newspapers. He pictured it all and its potential toll on Savannah and the two girls she loved. "Do it." His voice was a cold as steel and just as hard. He closed the phone and then tapped the door, letting the kitchen crew know it was safe to come back in. When he returned to Savannah's sigh he quickly caught himself up with the conversation and resumed his meal. The decision he'd made seemed to lift a weight off his shoulders. Savannah would be protected from Brad's ugliness and that is all that mattered. Taken from Ch. 10 "Wait," Brad demanded, wondering for a moment if Samuel had taken his gun with him. He knew he had, and if he hadn't then Peter would have searched for one anyway. Peter knew, just like all his bodyguards did, where Brad kept his weapons. "There has to be a way to reason with you," he said. Peter shook his head. "No, there isn't. You don't have enough money. I just want you embarrassed, humiliated, so fucked publicly that maybe . . . just maybe you'll find only one way out . . . the way my brother did. You've got a week. If you don't publicly confess, then your wife and daughters will get everything I have and then so will the public." ***** **** ***** Peter waited on the platform as Brad stood behind the large podium. He couldn't see the Senator's face. He didn't need to in order to know Brad was uneasy with what who was protecting his life. Peter had taken the week off, allowing Brad some personal time to come to a decision regarding the photos, the video tapes, the disks. . .all of them weapons of Peter and his deceased siblings. Brad was to have his answer after the speech. Peter silently wished the answer would be delivered tonight, right in the middle of Brad's pimping of himself, but he knew that was not going to happen. Brad would stall as long as he could and the night still had many hours to go. Brad could feel Peter's eyes on him. He rubbed his hands together, as if it were a natural thing for him to do. His words flowed easily; not once did he glance at the cards he'd brought to the stage with him. His voice rang strong as he talked about government reform, education, unemployment and family values. He heard a cough from behind him and knew Peter had chocked for a moment on that last part of his speech. Brad felt his stomach tighten as he thought of all the evidence Peter had collected of his homosexual lust. . .it wasn't enough that he was gay, he could have recovered publicly and politically for that. . .it was how he liked to play. His preference for not only young men, but young men who were forced into submission and then either paid or discarded by an untimely death were the things that he would never recover from. As his speech began to wind down, he noticed a face in the crowd. He paled and for the first time faltered over his words, coughed to cover his slip up and then went back to facing the smiling supporters. Anthony sneered at Brad. He felt the weight of the gun in his pocket and the pride of knowing that the convention center's security still trusted him enough to let him in without a pass. He'd even talked his way out of getting scanned with the metal detectors. A sure sign that no one ever thought Senator Scholastic would warrant an assassins bullet. But they didn't know Brad. They didn't know the sick individual behind the handsome smile and the gleaming eyes. Too many had listened to his bullshit and were clouded. But not Anthony. . .Anthony knew the truth. He watched the Senator make the customary jokes, a sure sign he was winding up his speech. He slowly walked toward the side of the room, angling his body so that he could get closer to Brad. His eyes darted to Peter and Samuel, two men he knew were hired to take out anyone that threatened their employer's life. He liked Peter, but Samuel. . .he had a special bullet for him too. "A few more steps," he whispered, more to himself than anyone around him. He could still hear Rebecca's mother screaming through the phone as she begged and pleaded for Anthony to tell her where her daughter was. Anthony told her the truth. He had no clue where his girlfriend was. He refused to tell her of the video that showed her forced sexual exploit with Samuel and several other men. Then another call from Rebecca came and her voice was hoarse, broken and he knew without hearing the words, that Rebecca had been found. . .her life taken by her own hand, after what everyone assumed was a gang bang. It was. . .but it was one brought on by the checkbook of Senator Brad Scholastic. He still couldn't believe the power behind the Senator. No one had been linked to the Rebecca's last hours, so Anthony assumed that once again Brad had used his influence and his money to buy his freedom as well as the others. Now, Anthony was here to deliver the justice that God didn't quite seem in a hurry to provide. The sound of the audience cheering and clapping brought Anthony out of his torment. He pushed his hand into his pocket and gripped the cold weapon. He didn't shake, nor did he look as if he had any hate in his eyes. He simply looked as if he was accepting his fate. The weapon slipped easily from its cloth home and he aimed it at Brad's forehead. A scream filled the air and he laughed. He'd not even fired a shot and already they were screaming. He watched blood splatter across the first row of supporters and he stared at his hand. He hadn't fired. Why was there blood? Another scream and he felt the weight of a man on his chest. The gun fell from his hand slid across the floor. He hadn't fired! He kept screaming the words in his head, yet they never fell from his lips as he was rolled to his back and his arms twisted, then secured in a pair of steel cuffs. Peter heard the shot and reacted on instinct, pushing Brad over and covering him with his body. The hot crimson fluid covered his hand and face as he tried to protect his employer. He heard the screams and cursed, looking around for a way to get Brad out of the now panicking crowd. "Brad!" he shouted, then repeated the cry. He felt a steady spray of blood hit his face and he turned his head away. Rolling Brad over, he stared into the lifeless eyes. "Fuck," he muttered, pushing his fingers through his hair, it too covered in the bright fluid of life. He wasn't sure how long it had taken for the crowds to quiet, most having moved out of the convention hall and into another room. He looked up and stared into his co-worker's eyes. Samuel lifted a brow and Peter shook his head "No." Peter than looked to the man that Samuel was hauling to his feet. He then saw another officer picking up a weapon that had been kicked about by various feet as people ran and screamed. "Anthony?" he whispered, then felt another squeezing his arm and pulling him from Brad's cooling body. "He's gone," he told the man who was examining the Senator's body. Peter stepped back and watched them lift and place the Senator on a stretcher. He stared as they covered him with a black sheet and then made their way down the stage. Peter tried to understand what he was feeling. Peace? Justice? Regret? None of those words or emotions came to mind as he was approached by Secret Service and led into a small room, where he was questioned. He felt nothing as he answered what he could and passed on things he couldn't. Samuel joined him, and he too went through the litany of questions. "Do you know that young man we have in custody?" one of the suits asked. Both guards nodded. "He's a former intern," Samuel explained. "He was let go last week." "Oh? Any particular reason. . .I mean an obvious one that would make him want to kill the Senator," another suit asked. Peter shook his head. "He didn't shoot him. The bullet hit the back of his head and exited through the front. It's pretty obvious when you're up close to the wound's point of entry." Samuel agreed. "The kid's weapon was cold. He pulled a gun, but he didn't fire it. I don't know who did that." "We'll figure it out though. Let's talk about who would want him dead? Did he have any enemies, besides the opposing parties? Anyone hate him enough to want him dead?" Both bodyguards wanted to laugh. The list was endless. Samuel knew of men and boys that would have loved to put a dozen or more bullets into Brad's body. Peter, himself would be a suspect if they found out about his blackmailing scheme. Anthony had motive, but he hadn't fired the weapon. "Nope," they answered simultaneously. The older agent sighed and pushed through his hair. "Pete, you'll need to hand your clothes over to the lab. They'll want to reconstruct the crime scene and the pattern of the blood on your clothes will help. You got any spare clothes?" "Yeah, I keep a bag of them in the car. Do you need me escorted out there? Or do you want me to just go grab it and change?" "Eh, just go change. Meet me back here in an hour, shower up too. I trust ya, after all you tried didn't you." Peter looked at the man. "I reacted on instinct. Looks like I failed." He rose and headed toward the door. "But you tried, man. . ." the agent said as Peter walked out and shut the door behind him. Peter rushed to his car, grabbed the bag, and quickly changed. He then headed back to the room, where Samuel was finishing up a few more questions and handed his blooded suit to the officer in charge of collecting evidence. "Need anything else?" he asked. "Nah, we'll probably be talking to you more as the days follow, but for now, head on home and shower up." Peter thanked him and left, his intention not on the shower, or his home. He had to make a quick trip to Brad's Washington office and find a certain manila envelope before someone else did. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Mitch kissed Savannah; their tongues danced back and forth as he pulled her to him. "You have a safe trip home," he whispered against her lips, thankful the twins had gone home, leaving Savannah and him alone for a few hours. "You too." She pulled away, turned to leave, pausing to pick up her phone that was suddenly vibrating. "Hi Sam," she said, recognizing the number of her husband's bodyguard. She listened to his voice and the more he talked, the slower she moved. Mitch watched her, he knew what was coming, his own text message had arrived over an hour ago, while he was in the bathroom, washing off his cock. He walked up to Savannah and when she slipped toward the concrete floor of the parking lot, he was there to catch her. Senatorial Secrets Ch. 12 Author's Note: Thanks to all the reader's that have taken the time to read this short series. I have enjoyed it and will miss some of the characters. . . but not all. *grin* Please leave a comment and vote, or send me your comment via Lit. All in all though, please enjoy this final, yet short end to what I think was a neat project. ~ Red Mitch sat in the back of the limo that would take Savannah, Gina and Gail from the cemetery and then to the private lake cottage that the Scholastic family owned, and often vacationed at during the summer. Only the driver of the vehicle, and the surviving immediate members of Brad Scholastic's family knew he was there, hidden in the darkness of the stretched vehicle and its black tinted window. He could see the group of mourners and well wishers. The reporters had been kept out, much to their chagrin. He knew the city would face their wraith in the morning for allowing Savannah the privacy she insisted on. The cemetery had been locked down to the public, officials claiming it was for safety, not because their most favored son's wife had asked for special privileges. An hour passed before the door of the limo opened and the twins slipped in. Their eyes red and their faces puffy. Savannah slipped in after them, her eyes seeking the man that had been her rock over the past seven days. He'd never been seen entering or leaving her car, but he was always there. She knew he had to pay a lot of money to keep their relationship private, but somehow the pockets he lined with cash were ones that made her feel safer. She pressed herself into his welcoming embrace and then heard him tell the driver they were ready to leave. Savannah closed her eyes, and tried to accept that she was free, and yet. . .a part of her hurt, for the love that she'd lost so many years ago. Gail held her sister's hand. Gina's head rested on her shoulder and their fingers remained entwined as the sleek black vehicle slid onto the highway and headed down the interstate. Police cars were positioned in front and behind them, but eventually as hours passed, they drifted off, leaving the vehicle alone on the road. Both girls had cried, sobbed, even taken pills so they could get sleep. The news of their father's assassination had shocked them both, forcing them to recognize that for all his faults he had still been their father and he had loved them, though his career had always come first, as did his love for younger men. "I need a drink," Gail whispered, reaching over and pulling a bottle of water from a small refrigerated cubby. Mitch shifted in his seat and asked for one. He and Savannah shared the cool beverage and eventually she moved from her nestled position to study her daughters and her lover. "I don't want to dwell on this any more. Our marriage was a joke in the end. I want to go away." Mitch lifted a brow. "Away sounds good." He wanted to take her far away, but he had his own reasons. The hit had gone as planned. His contact had been paid, the assassin was gone, living happily on the millions that Mitch had paid him. Still Mitch was hungry to start his new life with Savannah. Outside of the US, only made it easier for him to continue loving her in his own way. "Gail. Gina. You're welcome to come with us," Savannah said, reaching out to take both her daughter's hands. "Mitch and I were thinking Switzerland. You both love it there." The twins sat quietly, contemplating the changes that had swirled around them. Their father dead. Their mother in love. Their lives turned upside down, by a man no one seemed able to find. Gail took a deep breath, before answering for herself. "Switzerland sounds lovely. A vacation for me, at least. I don't think I'll stay there, but a place where we can just breathe for a minute or two would be nice." She squeezed her sister's hand. "You'll come won't you?" Gail smiled. "Yeah. You're stuck with us both mom. . .Mitch." Mitch grinned, a sigh of relief left him, unaware was he that he'd been holding it. He pressed the intercom button that gave him access to the front seat. "The airport," he said, knowing they would be on his private jet within the next two hours. He pulled Savannah against him and kissed her forehead. "Everything I do, I do for you." She smiled back at him and kissed his lips. "I love you," she whispered. He repeated the sentiment and kissed her back. The two girls across from them giggled softly. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Peter slid into the driver's side of his car. He left the funeral just after he saw Savannah and the girls leaving. He headed toward his own future. A brief case rested beside him. Its contents known to only himself. As he drove onto the highway, intent on reaching the woman he'd had fallen in love with, he thought back over the last seven days. He had called Danielle, explaining to her what had happened. He recalled the fear in her voice as she told him she feared he'd been the one to pull the trigger, the idea of public humiliation no longer enough for Peter. He set her mind at ease, telling her that he hadn't been involved, but he was also not sorry it had happened. Brad Scholastic was gone and whoever had done the deed had probably saved countless lives. He told her he would be back to her at the end of the week, in her arms, in her bed, at her side. . .wherever she wanted him. She told him, she'd wait forever, as long as he would keep himself safe. They had hung up, he'd made his way to Brad's Washington Office, let himself in and quickly found the envelope and all the evidence he had shown to Brad. An hour later it was destroyed along with all the evidence of Brad's misguided and ill run life. There was nothing left to prove that Brad was a sick individual and had claimed many young men's lives. Peter felt a weight lift from his shoulders that night as glossy prints melted in the flames of his fireplace. Savannah and the girls were already in enough pain and turmoil, now he had protected them from humiliation. It would be day two that he was questioned again by the authorities. The intern, Anthony, had been taken into custody and questioned. He accused the dead Senator of rape, blackmail, and murder, but the accusations fell on death ears when neither Peter or Samuel would back up the young man's claim. It was decided that the Intern was jealous, harboring feelings for Brad that were never reciprocated. Two days later, Anthony committed suicide, using the cord he pulled from the edging of his cell mattress. His body was found dangling from the light socket. The sound of Peter's cell phone brought him out of his reverie and he quickly picked it up. "Yeah?" "Hey handsome." Danielle's voice came over the waves and Peter smiled. "Hello to you." "I wanted to tell you I love you." Her voice washed over him, blanketing him in warmth and peace. "I love you," he answered back. No longer was he surprised by the feelings he had for his sister's friend. Danielle was the new path that Peter longed for. She was pure. Clean. Nothing bad touched her. Peter wanted the good she offered. He'd lived, seen, and done too much and wanted to start fresh. "Will you be here soon?" she asked. "Yeah. I'm driving straight through the night." "Be safe." "I will." He hung up the phone and knew his life was just beginning. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Samuel rolled his shoulders. The familiar weight of his gun resting against his ribs. He stood behind a woman, another body he would take a bullet for. He'd opted not to attend the funeral of Senator Brad Scholastic, instead wishing to put the unfortunate incident from his mind. Months would go by before Samuel acted on instinct and took the bullet that was intended for the social debutante. Brad Scholastic's widow sold his estate and the funds were distributed to his daughters. The state opened a library in the dead man's name. Savannah refused the invitation to attend, but her daughters didn't; both smiling blondes sported handsome Swedish lovers on their arms the day the building opened. Rumors of weddings surrounded them, but the twins laughed it off. Savannah married Mitch. He kept his secret, vowing to keep her safe from harm, no matter who he had to remove in order to do so. They spent most of their time in a quiet, yet spacious home catering to each others erotic pleasures. Savannah learned how special she was and how much she had to be thankful for as her husband brought her to climax in the most unique of ways. His dominate nature blending well with her submissive one. Peter married Danielle. He arrived at her doorstop to greet her. She opened the door with an EPT test in one hand and a book of baby names in the other. They settled into a normal existence, each one loving the other as they worked to bring order to their lives. On rare occasions Peter would answer questions from a nosy reporter about the Scholastic family, but not once did the secrets of Brad's life ever come to life, tarnishing Gina, Gail, and Savannah's name.