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A Duet

By: Nightmare87



This is another entry in an ongoing story consisted of other shorts I've written. I recommend reading Odd Job then Another Day before reading this. Just in case the story is confusing. I want to thank everyone for their comments and emails I've received and the support I've received. I also want to thank Allison for editing all of my work and helping improve my writing skills. I hope you enjoy the story. Comments appreciated and I ask everyone to write one. Thanks again.

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October/26th/2015

By noon Sunday Alemeth was in Washington sitting in a conference room waiting for Gladden. His thoughts dwelled on Elina. He knew he had to concentrate on the mission at hand, but he missed her. Remembering those nights they spent together and the nights they would spend together. The door opened and Gladden walked in with another person Alemeth had never seen before. Odd he thought, Alemeth was always debriefed with just Gladden. Something was up and Gladden could read his thoughts.

"I'll explain, Al meet Ayden Duncan." Al reached out and shook Ayden's hand. Al noticed a tattoo on his right forearm, the insignia for the Marine Corps. Al decided Ayden joined when he was seventeen, Ayden looked about 23 years old, he had short brown hair, brown eyes, about the same height as Al; he never judged men on their looks, but Ayden seemed like girls would find him attractive. After the hand shake Al again asked what was going on. Gladden and Ayden both sat down, then shortly after Al did. Gladden told him that the next mission would be in Russia where the headquarters of the arms dealer was. The mission would be to gather intel from their server to find out who the mole was in the America government and what was the material this unknown faction was buying from the arms dealer and where and how the arms dealer was getting this material.

Gladden finished with, "And Al you won't be alone this mission, Ayden here will be joining you. He is a new member to the Shadow Assets. He has passed all required tests and it's time for his first mission. Normally I would send him on an easier mission by himself, but I want him to get his feet wet with you there to help him." Al looked at Ayden now, and he looked back. Al worked solo and he liked it for many reasons. He did not want this extra baggage. Al would not prejudge Ayden about his ability to preform in the field, but Al would not carry Ayden. 

"Both of you will be dropped off at flight and land 25 miles away, get to alpha point and execute your mission." Gladden continued with the mission debriefing. One hour later the three men left the conference room. Al went to Ayden and told him to meet up at the armory in fifteen so they could start preparing for the mission. 

"You got it Sir," was Ayden's reply. Al nodded and walked away, grabbing his phone out of his pocket. He called Elina quickly, but was disappointed when he reached her voice mail. Al told her how long he might be and he wouldn't be able to call in a couple days. He hung up the phone and started walking toward the armory. On his way there he stopped to grab a soda at the nearby vending machine. Al reached the armory and saw Ayden already there, going through the backpacks and picking the lighter ones. Al got close to Ayden and listed off the equipment needed for this mission. Ayden listened to everything Al catalogued. 

"RYNO suit dialed in at 65%, SCE rifle with launcher and shotgun attachments, handful of sticky shocker, airfoil rings, sticky cameras, gas grenades, and a silenced five n seven. Get all of that and the normal equipment for a mission I reckon you know what those are?" Al asked. 

"Sir I do," was Ayden's response, he looked at Al, then began going through the lockers grabbing the appropriate gear except the guns. Al started on his own equipment and grabbed a duffel bag to store all his gear until they would be ready to leave for Russia. Al went to the armory's gun bunny who sat behind a cage in the armory's room. and asked him for his specialty SCE and five n seven. The gun bunny asked for the serial numbers and Al provided it. As the man started to walk into the gun room Al told him to grab another SCE and five n seven. As the gun bunny went into the room looking for the weapons, Al went to the ammo rack. He looked for the correct ammo. He grabbed 5.75 mm for the five n seven handguns. Then he looked for the NATO edition 20mm armor piercing rounds for the SCE. He brought this ammo to his duffel bag and stored them inside. He told Ayden to bring these duffel bags to hanger 2. Ayden acknowledged, picked up the bags and started heading toward the hanger. Al went back to the gun bunny signed out the weapons and went to the hanger.

At the hanger Ayden was loading the bags onto the plane. Al gave him the weapons and watched as he placed them into the gun racks. Everything was set to leave. Al and Ayden would gear up after they landed at a U.S. base near the intended area. In the hanger Al and Ayden waited for Gladden to show up and give them the final clearance to leave. When Al saw him enter the hanger he also saw Kaitlyn. She was Al's field operative for every mission he'd had so far. She walked up to Al and gave him a hug.

"It's good to see you again. Sorry about not being there for your last mission. You know how it is." Kaitlyn said this with a playful smile. 

"Its quite alright, but I know we will need your help with this one." Al said as he nodded his head toward Ayden. Kaitlyn looked from Al to Ayden. Kaitlyn smiled at Ayden and told them she would do her best. Gladden came up to Al and Ayden to overview the point of this mission. Primary objective one: Gather intel on the material the unnamed faction is buying from the arms dealer. Primary objective two: Gather intel in relation to the mole in NSA. Primary objective three: Exfiltration. Secondary objective: Gather records on arms dealer practices. 

Al and Ayden nodded. Kaitlyn looked at Ayden and winked, telling the both of them to keep their heads down. Gladden and Kaitlyn left the hanger. Ayden watched Kaitlyn walk out of the hanger with a big smile on his face. Kaitlyn was 5'7'', and weighed about 125 pounds. Not overly skinny, but healthy. She had long red, orangery hair, green eyes, and light skin. She wore glasses, but it worked for her well. Kaitlyn had that cute, sexy librarian look going for her. Al and Ayden finished putting the equipment inside the small plane. They both got in and Al slammed his fist on the cockpit door to tell the pilot they were ready to leave. The engine fired up and both Al and Ayden put the headsets on that are inside the cargo area. They both took seats on opposite sides of the plane in fold out chairs. Once they had the headsets on Al held up the number three. Ayden changed the frequency to channel three.

"Ayden you hear me?" Al asked. 

"I hear you. So Al let me ask you. What's Kaitlyn like?" Al could hear excitement in his voice. Al laughed and thought about this for a second. He didn't want to discourage Ayden, rather just let him understand what a free spirit Kaitlyn is.

"We call her Kat. And she is a very special girl. When she was 16 she dropped out of high school. Shewent to get her GED so she could go straight to college. You see she is very smart and she felt that high school was a waste of time for her. She wanted to move on to bigger things than the typical bull at a high school." Al watched Ayden process this information. At first he seemed a little shocked, but that expression faded and was replaced with interest. Ayden asked what her parents thought about her dropping out of high school.

"Well actually she is an orphan, parents died when she was three. Some sorta accident. She doesn't talk about it much. Anyway she attended USC after getting her GED. She majored in computer science, technology and databases. Graduated top of her class too. She was highly recommended to the NSA for her hacking abilities. So Gladden hired her as a field operative assigned to a Shadow Asset...me. But I'm not interested in her, she is all yours." Ayden looked pretty happy and it seemed he was thinking about how to approach her. Al told him that she was a free spirit kinda girl so don't get overly excited, but that didn't seem to bother him. 

Hours later when they were halfway to the intended base, Al brought up the table from the floor in between himself and Ayden. Al signaled Ayden over and put a map out on the table. Al had already marked the map a bit to explain where they would be parachuting from, where the base was and how they would enter the base. Al explained that they would toss the equipment off the plane then themselves, once they were on the ground they would move 25 miles to the northeast near the lake and mountain. They would approach the base on the west side, get into the frozen lake to swim past the patrolling guards and get right to the gates. Al went on about how they would need to disable the electric fence to get Ayden over and then Al would find another way in. 

Once Ayden was over the fence the two of them would be apart for the rest of the mission. Ayden would look for documents in correlation to the arms dealer and information on the material the unknown faction was buying from them. Al would find proof of the mole inside the CIA. They would meet up all the north gates get over the fence and get into the mountains. Once they were sure no one had followed they would make for a open field for pick up. From landing to leaving the job would be done in six hours. They needed to get in and out. Al and Ayden discussed strategy for another hour before they were told from the pilot the destination had been reached. They landed in a U.S. Base in St. Petersburg and as soon as they landed the two Shadow Assets were escorted to barracks for R&R before the mission was ready to execute.

Seven hours later Al woke up and started getting ready. He grabbed his gear and walked to Ayden's bunk to see that Ayden was not sleeping. Al looked around then went outside. In the airstrip a plane was getting fueled and Ayden was loading his gear on the plane.

"Good to see you're ready for this." Al said without looking into Ayden's eyes. Al put his stuff on the plane and put both his gear and Ayden's minus the RYNO suits and both goggles, inside a small container. Al and Ayden both got on the plane and Al knocked on the pilot's cockpit door to signal ready for take off. Al stepped out of his clothes and got into his RYNO suit. The suits themselves looked like wet suits. A thin material that was tough and flexible. Ayden did the same and gave the thumps up to Al and Al returned the gesture. 

Once in the air Al put on his goggles and switched them to night vision. The goggles had three modes: night vision, thermal, and EEV. EEV was a new mode in which the wearer was able to see electric currents in objects, so if a guard was wearing thermal suits, Al would still be able to see the electric signature inside the guards guns. So it made spotting things much easier. As Al put on his goggles he asked Ayden if he was afraid.

"Why? Should I be?" Ayden said this with a smirk and told Al he was ready and he would do his best. Al just told him three rules. That he should never do anything that would compromise the mission, that he must listen to Al's commands, and not to get caught. Ayden agreed to that while he put on his own goggles and switched them to night vision. A red light began to flash inside the the plane; both Al and Ayden stopped talking. Al opened the bay doors, wind was everywhere as Al kicked the equipment container out the plane. Al then jumped out of the plane followed close by Ayden. Al lifted his left forearm and looked at his NAV. He read the decent he was going at and how many feet were left before they hit bottom. Al put his arms near his side, his feet together and leaned into the air, increasing his speed. At four thousand feet before they got near time to use their parachutes Al hand signaled Ayden to prepare. Ayden signaled back and seconds later Ayden started to pull on his string to release the parachute. Al looked over and saw Ayden struggling with his string. 

The parachute began to get out of the backpack, but it wouldn't open completely up. Ayden tossed and turned in the air as he tried to regain balance as he free fell. Al noticed the fear that Ayden was going through as Ayden frantically tried to open the parachute. Al glided over to him and saw the problem. The strings were all tangled up. Al looked at his NAV and realized that he only had a few moments before he had to pull his parachute if Al would like to live. Al took out his knife, cut the strings off and grabbed the string for Ayden's back up parachute. Al pulled it hard and Ayden lifted up as the secondary parachute opened up. Al grabbed his own and pulled the string.

The both of them landed 50 yards away from the container of equipment. The two of them walked to the container and popped it open. They started unpacking, and accounted everything they had. Once they were sure they had what they needed, they holstered their guns, strapped up the equipment, and got ready. Al looked at Ayden.

"Five meter spread, ten pace, no sound. We use hand signals from now on. We only talk after I'm sure they have no tracking units. I'll relay what Kat says to me, to you. She can hear you so feel free to speak." Al spoke in an easy tone. Ayden slung the SCE rifle over his shoulder so it laid diagonal across his back and nodded to Al as he acknowledged the command. Al touched his throat lightly and spoke.

"Kat we're here." Al notified her so she could relay any important information to help Al and Ayden on their mission. Al looked back to Ayden and explained once more that the compound was in the northwest corner of the field. The armory warehouse was in the southeast corner. The mountains were to the north. Lake was southern east. They'd approach the frozen lake, get underneath, and swim under the lake to skip dealing with the patrolling guards. Once they got under the lake, both would swim over to the checkpoint gate. There Al would disable the electric fence so they'd be able to get over. Ayden nodded and gave a thumbs up. Al checked his NAV for anything new in his messages, nothing. Everything was ready to go. 

Al started at pace between a jog and run. Ayden stayed behind him at five meters. The snow slowed them down a bit. Also all the trees, brush, and logs that they had to either move around or jump over. Al was like a fluent motion, as he gracefully flowed through the forest like a coyote running to catch its prey. Al kept this pace going, occasionally he looked back at Ayden, but he only saw the newbie kept his end. Every now and again Al would stop, make a fist for Ayden to signal: hold. Al would then check his NAV, take a cursory look around, and motion back to Ayden to continue with pace. After fifteen minutes Al stopped for a breath. He motioned his hands for Ayden to get close, Ayden did. Al turned Ayden around to get to his backpack. Al took out two protein bars and a small container of water. The two of them ate and drank with no sound. After the five minute break Al returned the container, signaled Ayden for return pace. The two of them continued for another ten before finally reaching the lake. 

The lake came into view and Al stopped at the last set of trees. Ayden stopped next to him. Both turned on their thermal goggles and put them on. Al saw how cold the lake was first and noticed two guards about 200 yards away. He pointed them out to Ayden. With a nod Ayden signaled a question for next course of action. Al motioned to Ayden to follow. Al got close to the lake and put his NAV to the lake. Four inches of ice on the lake. Damn he thought. The ice was too thick for the two of them to stomp their feet on it and break it enough for them to slip in. 

He looked to Ayden and signaled what was going on. Ayden looked at the ice, then back at Al. It looked like Ayden had an idea. Ayden brought his NAV for Al to look at. Ayden then started pushing some buttons. He was at the menu for the RYNO suits internal temperature. Then he turned the heat up and laid down on the ice. He then curled up in a ball. Al thought it was brilliant. He was going to use his body and the suit's heat to melt the ice. Al turned his suit's heat up also and laid on the ice. Ten minutes later the ice melted enough for the both of them to get in the water. They both took out their mouth pieces and got in the water. The mouth pieces were for underwater breathing. They gathered all oxygen in the water and gave enough for a breath every thirty seconds. 

Once in the water, they fully submerged themselves and started swimming to the entrance gate. They got close to the gate and Al turned the goggles on thermal. He looked for a a weak spot in the ice and found one. H swam up and noticed a lone guard was walking around. Al motioned for Ayden to stay back. Al got to the ice weak spot, made a fist, and hit the ice. The guard stopped walking to look around for the noise. Al did it once more. The guard looked down at the ice and walked right on the weak spot. Al brought himself to the ice, punched it twice, and the guard fell down. Al kept him under, drowning the lone man. He let go of the man and got up to the open hole. 

Al looked around and lifted himself out of the water. Ayden followed him and kept close. Al told Ayden to stay near the fence. Al was going to the guard tower to turn the power off to disable the electric fence. Al crept 20 feet from the door. The was a single lane road leading to the gate. There were two guards on each side of the road. Both were facing south. The entrance to the guard tower which had the power to the gate was facing east. There was a single over head light above the door. Al took out his Five n Seven, enabled his EMP, and aimed. Once he had a clean shot he pulled the trigger. A small sound erupted from the gun as a small wave of a concentrated pulse ejected from his gun. The light turned off as it struggled to get a connection. With darkness on his side, Al, while staying crouched moved quickly to the door. Al slipped the optic cable under the door, looked at his NAV and scanned the room inside. With nothing sticking out Al opened the door. Al got inside and looked around. There were a couple of bunk beds with only one man sleeping on it. Al saw the electric cable connected to the power box. 

Al quietly went to the box and flipped the appropriate switches. He must have made too much noise as Al heard the guy who was sleeping start to toss and moan. Al went over to him and brought his SCE over his shoulder. He loaded an airfoil ring into the launcher and fired at the unsuspecting man. The airfoil ring hit on the man's head. Knocked out for a good eight hours. Al slung his SCE back over his shoulders and exited the tower. He went back to Ayden. The fence was about ten feet high. Al started climbing over the fence as Ayden did the same. After both got over they looked around for any guards. None right now so they started to run to the building staying in the shadows. 

At the building Al found the spot where both of them would climb to reach a window. There was a ledge about nine feet up from the ground. Al got to the wall, back facing it and put his hands out. Ayden then put his foot on Al's hands. Al lifted up as Ayden jumped up to grab a hold of the ledge. Al looked up to see Ayden holding on the ledge waiting for Al. Al jumped up to grab onto Ayden's body as he climbed up his body. Al reached the window and pulled himself up. Al entered the window. First he looked around the room and noticed the light was on inside, and went to the light switch to turn it off. Al went back to the window to watch Ayden pull himself up and inside. The two of them exchanged signals. Al went to the door as Ayden got up to the wall to the door's right. Al used his cable to find no one was around. He put it back on his belt and opened the door. Al looked at Ayden and signaled for them to break up to gather the intel faster. 


A Duet



Al went down the hall as Ayden went toward the stairs. Al stayed in the shadows, turning off lights when he needed to to keep things dark. Al approached a room. He made sure no one was in it and went inside. It was an office with a computer on a desk. Al pushed a button on the computer's keyboard and waited as his NAV connected to it. Once connected, he tried accessing the recent emails, but it was blocked by a firewall. Al selected the hacking option. Rows of numbers started flowing down the screen. The software was searching for the correct numbers to bypass this firewall. Al had to select a number for each row that would hack into the computer. The correct number would be highlighted and would stop midway through the screen. Al got all six numbers and the computer went to the email folder. Al noticed one email that looked interesting and opened it. It was from one security personal to another. It read that there was a new change to the locks in the building. The new pass code was 6143. Al saved this file and sent it to Kaitlyn. She then sent it to Ayden's NAV. 

"Ok Al so far so good, keep it up." Kaitlyn spoke to Al. Al then turned the computer off. He went back to the door to peek outside of it. He heard nothing, so he slipped back into the hallway. Al looked at his NAV for the layout of the building. He needed to go down the hall to a office that had a high probability it would have the intel he was looking for. Al kept to the walls, creeping slowly down that hall. After a few steps Al heard two men speaking about the up coming deal. Al couldn't make out most of it, due to the fact it was mostly whispers. From what Al could tell, both of them didn't like this deal. They called the faction unstable citing that they didn't know what they were getting into. Al moved closer to the two men. Both of them were at the corner of the hall. Al needed to get past them, but now this seemed difficult unless they moved. That they did, but toward Al. Thinking quickly Al did a split jump on the hall walls. He elevated himself 7 feet off the ground. The two men walked underneath Al and into another room. 

The men's rifles looked a bit different as they weren't a standard issue assault rifle. Al dropped down to the floor making minimal sound. Al then put his back to the wall to peek over the corner to see. There was a camera scanning a door down the hall. Al moved closer melting into the shadows. He got his Five n Seven, aimed, and fired the EMP. The camera stopped as the electrical wires were temporary fried. Al went to the door, punched in the code he found on the email. A sound chirped as the door unlocked. Al looked through the small area of safety glass. No one was on the other side so Al confidently opened the door and got back into the shadows. Al continued down the hall and occasionally used his EMP to knock out lights so he had the advantage of darkness. 

Ayden came to a door with a touch pad on it. The door had a light shining on it so Ayden took out his Five N Seven. He aimed at it and shot off a concentrated beam of EMP energy at the light. The light flickered once then turned off. The sound of the electricity in the bulb struggled to make a connection. Ayden went to the touch pad and pushed in the appropriate code that Al was subjected to. The door hissed open. Ayden pushed further in. He stuck to the walls, and stopped occasionally and listened. Ayden came up to a common area. Two guards were at the vending machines, sharing their present work shift with each other. Ayden looked at his NAV and knew he would have to get to the hallway the two guards were near. He weighed his options carefully; Ayden thought at first to make a distraction with a coke can in a near by garbage bin. Then he looked at the ceiling and Ayden noticed a large pole that traveled horizontal on the ceiling. It started 10 feet in front of him and went into the desired hallway. 

The only problem was that the common area was subject to light. Ayden was still in the dark, near the entrance of the common area. Ayden decided to risk it and quickly went inside the common room toward the hanging pole connecting to the ceiling. Ayden reached it and climbed on a table to jump to reach the pipe. He clamped his hands around it, then pulled his legs up and crossed them over it. Ayden then started shimming down the pole head first toward the guards and hall. The lights in the room hung three feet below the pipe. He was in enough darkness the guards wouldn't notice him. When he got close, Ayden accidentally banged his boot on the pipe with made a small ding sound. One guard stopped talking and looked at the ceiling, raising his rifle. 

Ayden immediately dropped his torso down so he was only hanging by his legs. Ayden's head was towards the floor and was looking at the guard upside down. Ayden took out his Five N Seven and aimed it at the curious guards' head. The guard was 17 ft away and moving closer. Ayden looked at the rifle the man was holding and made a mental note for later. Ayden made a fist and covered it over his mouth to muffle the breathing sound. The other guard mentioned that it was nothing. Both guards then walked over to a table and began eating their packaged food. Ayden holstered his gun. Ayden used his core muscles to lift himself slowly and silently back to the pipe. Ayden grabbed it with his hands, and continued to move toward the hall. Once he was in the hall Ayden dropped his legs and held on to the pipes. He then let go, falling on the floor and barely made a sound. He got to the shadows and radioed Al. 

"Al I got something here. The guards aren't carrying normal rifles. They're non lethal weapons. They shoot a variation of sticky shockers we use. I came across two guards earlier. The rifles seem different so I took a closer look. Now the thing that bothers me is they're using a non lethal weapon for a reason. They don't wanna kill whoever it is they're shooting at. And for what reason is all I can decide is they know we are here."

"You know I saw a couple men with odd looking rifles. I wish I looked into it more. The men didn't seem too cautious though but let's get our objectives done and get out of here." Al spoke back to Ayden. 

Al got to the office door revelatory soon. He used the cable to spot anyone in the room. With no one in it Al tried the door, but was temporary slowed down after getting a locked door. He got out his lock picks and went to work. Thirty seconds later Al had the door open and got inside. He looked around the well furnished office. He moved to the computer, hit the keyboard and connected his NAV. The same routine was applied for the firewall on that computer and Al got working on the computer. Al looked at some emails. One looking quite peculiar as it had the same numbers as the incomplete IP address. Al saved it and opened it. It was a sentence long. The words made no sense as it must have been some sort of code. Al looked deep into the computer's files and found what he was looking for. A confirmation that there was a mole inside the NSA. His name was Joe Mar. He was a chemical coordinator in the NSA. It looked like he was a scientist that created and handled violent chemicals that are man made. No wonder the unknown faction needed him. The arms dealer supplies the material and a person who knows how to handle it. Al gave this intel to Kaitlyn. 

"Here you go. You know you have been kinda quiet today?" Al said as he sends the intel via NAV. 

"I know, you seem to be in the zone and there hasn't been much for me to do. O, just letting you know there is some strange activity outside. It looks like some men are coming from the south. Jeeps of some sort. They're heading to the base."

"Hmmm, I haven't set off an alarm and I don't think Ayden has either. I think it is just a run they're doing. Perhaps grabbing guns for a sale. Let me know." Al responded back to Kaitlyn. As soon as Al finished with Kaitlyn, Ayden radioed.

"Al I got info on the material. Also I've completed the secondary. There was a file cabinet full of the arms dealers history. I took pictures and uploaded them to Kaitlyn. I'm all set. How did you do?" Ayden sounded excited for completing his part in the mission. Before Al could answer Ayden cut in again telling him that there was someone outside the room door.

"I made no sound. How do they know I'm here?" Ayden said to himself. "Stand by." Al waited and listened and heard someone unlock a door as Ayden tried to hide himself. 

Ayden took out his SCE rifle. Ready to fire off at the intruding men. He thought to himself that he should have expressed to Al his "funny feelings" about the mission. The door opened with three men; their rifles out. Ayden started firing when a guard pointed and shouted.

Al heard the door slam open. Al's heart beat faster as he heard Ayden fire a couple rounds and shouted. 

"Theres no way..."Al heard more shouts and a few more rounds fired off.

"Ayden? Ayden!" Al switched frequencies to Gladden. "Gladden we have a serious situation here." Al said this to Gladden with real urgency. 

"I understand Al. I'm giving orders to evac now; we have what we need." 

"What about Ayden?" 

"It's too dangerous for you to try to reach him. We need you out safe. Rather one Asset than two. Get out Al." Kaitlyn got on the frequency with Al. 

"Al, Gladden wants you to get Ayden out of there now. He is limited right now since Williams came down. Turn off your radio communications as I will also. No one will be to blame. Get Ayden out of there. Contact us in thirty minutes. Kaitlyn out."

Al turned off his radio on his NAV. Williams was another director of Third Converge like Gladden. Only he had a different job. He was in charge of a small program of hackers who break code for intel. Everyone in the NSA knew that Williams wanted the Shadow Assets program. He had been giving Gladden a hard time ever since. Williams was more of a political savvy person than a warrior. He had been kissing ass, trying to make all of his superiors like him from the get go. He could care less of Third Converge or the people used in the program to protect The United States. All he cared about was his salary and job title. A sickly proud person who wanted envy with all his riches and luxuries. Basically a real asshole. Al now understood why Gladden was telling Al to leave without Ayden. Gladden was being monitored by a egotistic, arrogant, dick head, who cared about the numbers more than lives.

Al checked his NAV for the location beacon inside Ayden's suit. The beacon was being moved down a hall. Either Ayden was being dragged somewhere or he was stripped down and his suit was being taken to another location. Al figured the former considering that the guards had no reason to expect another Asset. Too bad for them, Al thought. Al had to move quickly to the beacon. He had to get himself and Ayden out of there ASAP. Al started heading toward the location of the beacon which now seemed to be in a room adjacent to a smaller room. Al stayed in the shadows and disappeared in the darkness. Al got to the hall in which Ayden was being held in; the room two doors down and to the right. 

After a cursory look around Al began to descend down crouched with his side against the wall. Al heard a man, looked behind him down the hall and saw a man headed towards the room. This man was carrying a machete in his right hand. Al stayed still in the dark hallway as the man walked by. The man walked by and Al got behind him. Al put his hand on his knife and got ready to pull it out as he stalked behind the man who crept in front of him, two feet away. Staying low Al minimized sound by staying crouched and creeping up. Once Al wass close enough to his back, Al took out his knife and while holding it,he hit the man by jerking the mans head to the right. His left hand went to grab the man's right forearm. Al got a hold on the man's forearm and the machete dropped. Al used his left hand and brought the guards' right arm up to his left shoulder to keep pressure while at the same time he placed the knife against the right side of the man's neck. 

"Now I wonder why you have that machete?" Al spoke in a low dark tone. The man seemed scared as he shook. Al felt the sweat accumulate around the man's neck. The man's only response was: 

"No, speaku american." Al dissatisfied with the answer pressed the knife harder against the neck while he brought the right arm closer to the left, putting pressure on the bone. 

"I'm willing to bet your neck you do." Al spoke with a dead coldness that even scared himself. Al didn't have time for this and needed to know a few things.

"Ok, I know few words." Said the scared shitless guard.

"How did you know we would be here tonight?"

"Boss say to take new guns, use on intruders, ask them, then torture them. That's it. He say that there would be a man coming to take secrets." The man's English was poorly spoken, but Al understood. This meant that the arms dealer knew that an Asset would be there tonight. Some one leaked out information. Al was starting to get mad knowing he'd been betrayed. 

"You know I don't like torture much." Al spoke the last words to the man as he used his left knee and shoved it into the man's lower back. Breaking the necessary nerves for all the important actions men need to do to live. At the same time Al used his blade on the man's neck cutting the jugular vein. He would bleed a pint of blood in the next thirty seconds and wouldn't be able to move anyway to get help. Al went to the door and used his optic cable underneath the door. Only one man holding the cable. Electricity was shooting out of them and Al figured those were being used on Ayden. Al got his SCE rifle out, kicked open the door, and put a three round burst into the man's chest. Ayden wasn't in there so Al figured the smaller room. Al still holding his rifle, went to the door as it opened. Al shot down another guard who came out holding a firearm looking for the disturbance. Al went into the room to see Ayden completely nude in a corner. He was in the fetal position shaking furiously. Al put his rifle down and rushed to him.

Al got out a med kit from his belt as he heard men running into the room next door. Al realizing he didn't have time to get his rifle instinctively pulled out his blade with his right hand. Three men stood at the door way. Al got himself in a Krav Maga battle stance, ready for the next move. Thankfully these men weren't armed. One man rushed to Al throwing a right punch. Al ducked underneath it a cut across the man's front thighs with a lateral motion from left to right. The man put too much weight into his punch as he couldn't stop. His legs gave away as he tried to remain his balance. He fell onto his knees now slightly behind Al. Al and the man were facing back to back with Al slightly to the right. Once the man fell, Al turned around clockwise extending his arm slashing into the back to the man's neck. The man then just fell forward as his torso crashed into the floor. Al turned around to face the two men still standing at the door. 

There faces went from confident manner, with a ration of 3:1 to shock as one of their comrades went down without much of a fight. Now they seemed worried. Al's body was now in a natural fight or flight mode. Right now it was all fight. Al watched the men decide their next plan of action. One of the men darted at Al trying to grab at him. Toe to toe. Al gave the man a violent head butt. The man double backed trying to land a punch on Al. Al ducked under one swing and stabbed his blade into the right foot of the attacking man. The man let out a painful scream. Before he could hit him, Al brought up the blade along the man's leg, up the torso and across his neck in a diagonal slash. Al kicked down the man onto the floor. One more lone guard. Al looked at the last guard giving him a motion of "come on". The guard started toward Al being cautious with his movements. Al threw his knife at the man right into his chest. The guard took the hit at first taking the knife out, but all seven inches went right into him cutting vital organs. The guard took one more step after removing the knife from his chest and fell to the ground. 

Al got the knife and cleaned it off with the guard's shirt. He went back to Ayden with the med kit. Al took out the proper tools required to stop the bleeding for the few spots on Ayden. After Al cleaned up the blood and grabbed the syringe for Ayden that will help him.

"Ayden, I'm going to inject you now." Ayden looked weakly at Al asking if it was going to hurt. Remembering the feeling himself Al nodded that it will. Al got close to Ayden and restrained his arms, by hugging Ayden side ways. Al took the needle and shoved it into Ayden's chest. Ayden immediately closed his eyes from the sharp pain. His muscles tightened hard in his entire body. Ayden opened his eyes wide as they teared up. He took a deep breath as he felt his body wake up. The liquid found its way to the heart, then pumped it throughout his entire body. When the adrenaline stimulator liquid reached his brain, Ayden's mind got a huge kick. He let out all the air in his lungs hard and shook his head. Al let go of Ayden to stand giving him his gear. 

"You got two minutes, gear up. We gotta get out of here now." Al commanded Ayden, knowing that he should be ready now. The injection he gave Ayden was pure adrenaline. An artificial mix that wakes up the body and mind to put it in an over stimulated flight or fight mode. After being beaten and tortured Ayden didn't have any energy to get himself out. That injection gave him thirty minutes to an hour of extreme awareness. Just what Al would need to get him and Ayden out of here. Ayden got his suit on and geared up quickly. He looked at Ayden and told him the plan. They would exit from the west door to head north into the mountain where evac was. 

Both of them left the room running down the hall. Al kept his hearing focused, listening to wary guards looking around. The two of them made a left at a corner to go north down a hall. Right as they did, they ran into two guards. Before the men could react Ayden cocked his right leg and kicked the pressure point of one of the mans' knee. It broke with a loud snap. The man reached down to his broken leg as Ayden got him in a reversed head lock. Ayden pulled up hard on the man's head while putting pressure on the guy's back. The neck broke easily and Ayden threw the lifeless body to the ground. Al took a different approach. Taking out his knife and jamming it into the other mans side. Al removed the blade and pushed the man to the ground. Both of them got done killing the two men reverently at the same time. The kept running until they got to the correct door.

Al got out his SCE and switched from his launcher attachment to his sniper attachment. He then got out one clip that worked for the sniper attachment and fed in into the gun. He brought back the action loading the first bullet into the gun. Al checked his OPSAT and Ayden did the same. Just like Al expected there were at least thirty men running from the armory building to the building the two of them currently occupied. Al looked at Ayden.

"I want you to run to the fence and cut a hole at the bottom for one person to get through at a time. Once you cut the fence start getting on the other side and call me over. I'm going to cover you with this." Al motioned to the rifle he was holding. Ayden nodded back. Al changed his suits; Kevlar up to the max. He wouldn't be able to run as fast, but he knew he would be getting hit with bullets. The suit would reflect most calibers and a shot from 10 ft away. Although the bullets wouldn't enter Al's skin, it was going to hurt. Al got his goggles on and switched them to night vision. It was still dark outside and snowing pretty heavily. Al kicked open the door and saw in his peripheral vision that Ayden had started booking it to the fence. Al ran 10 feet and got to one knee. Al took a deep breath as he extended his left arm and flattened his hand, palm facing the sky. His fingertips on his left hand faced the guards running towards him. He place the rifle on his left hand, right hand on the trigger. 




A Duet



He was taught to shoot every third heart beat. Al took another deep breath, and closed his eyes for a moment getting ready to fire. Al then adjusted his scope for the range needed and got ready. All this took about ten seconds for Al as he was an experienced sharpshooter. Then Al saw in his night vision that the guards had shot flares into the night to illuminate the surrounding area. Damn, Al thought. He quickly switched to the thermal setting as the flares had too much glare for him while using night vision. And the flares wasn't setting off enough light for Al to be able to go target to target without searching for them. With thermal on he could easily go from man to man using his rifle. Al could now see the thermal signatures each man was giving off. The body heat they were producing was more than enough for Al to notice. 

Al looked through his scope and got a first target in his cross hairs. Al pulled the trigger and heard the 20 caliber round exit the rifle going toward the unknowing man. Heart beat one. Al watched through the scope as the man suddenly jerked backwards 5 feet as the bullet enter and exited his body. Heart beat two. The hole left from the bullet was the size of a plum. Al quickly got another in his scope. Heart beat three. Al shot another round off. The man jerk back to the ground and didn't move again. Al moved the sights to a group of men who were running towards Ayden. Al got the the sights at a man's head. Gave the sight an inch lead and fired. The head looked like a watermelon that fell three stories off a building and landed on concrete. Al shot off two more rounds quickly hitting one guy in the neck, the other in the rib cage. The magazine exited the rifle falling on to the snowy ground. Al got out another clip, fed it into the rifle, and pulled back the action. Al positioned himself again, getting ready to fire when he saw the men starting to shoot at him. Ignoring the danger Al pullede the trigger.

When Al opened the door Ayden ran hard to the fence. It was about 150 yards away. Ayden could hear the shouts from the men running toward the building and Al. Ayden kept running, and looked back when he noticed a red glow and saw the guards were shooting flares into the sky trying to get some light. It was a dark night, but things were less visible with all the snow falling. Ayden remaining focused on the task at hand and finally reached the fence. He was working fiercely, getting out the pliers to cut the fence. He began cutting the fence trying to make a hole big enough for him, then Al to get through. Ayden didn't have time to prepare for it when he heard the fast pace of four legs running and then a growl. A dog jumped on Ayden viciously struggling to bite into Ayden's neck. Ayden grabbed the big dog by both sides of its head using all effort to whack the dog away. The feeble hits were not getting the dog off him so he quickly turned the dog's head breaking the neck. He pushed the dog aside and got the pliers in hand. Ayden was finally making good progress with the fence when he felt bullets start whizzing near him.

After that first shot from the second clip Al noticed three men shooting toward Ayden. Al still using his breathing technique, and taking a deep breath, Al held it for a second and began releasing it. Al took a well placed shot. The bullet hit two of the men who were standing right next to each other. The last man looked at his fallen comrades in despair. He looked around before catching a bullet in his head. Al aimed back toward the guy's firing at him. Al would have taken these guys out first, but Al wanted to make sure Ayden was covered. Al felt the stings on his body and he knew the guards were landing bullets on him then. Al kept his three heart beats then firing pace. Three more men went down. Perfect accuracy Al thought and he even managed to get eleven kills with ten shots. Al released the clip and started getting the other when he heard Ayden scream that the fence was ready.

No more than eight minutes had gone by since Al kicked down the door. After hearing one shot from Al's rifle Ayden noticed two men who were shooting at him going down. Damn, Ayden thought. He is good. Al took out the other guy and then Ayden didn't have any bullets going by him. It didn't stop him from doing his task, but it barely worried him. Ayden almost had the fence cut enough that he could crawl though. Once he did Ayden put his pliers away and started crawling through. Once he got on the other side Ayden screamed to Al that it was ready. Ayden zoomed in with his goggles and saw as Al put another clip inside the modified rifle. Al got up to begin running the distance to Ayden. The guards were now pretty close to Al, shooting their automatic rifles at him. Al stopped for a minute to turn around. Al fired three times at the closest men. Three men dropped to the ground, but Al didn't stay to watch. Al turned around after shooting the third round and ran to the fence. Once Al was at twenty five yards and closing, Ayden took out his SCE. He clicked it to a three rounds burst and began firing at the men chasing Al. 

Once Al heard that the fence was ready he took no time to wait and dashed toward the fence. Al heard the shout at him and could feel the bullets ricochet off his suit. It was hard to run when the RYNO suit was so tough, but Al knew he would already be dead if it wasn't. Al kept running until he knew the guards were too close. Al turned around aiming at the nearest man. He fired a shot off stopping the man dead in his tracks. He let out a crying scream as the round pierced his chest. Al shot off two more rounds into nearby men. When the third bullet left the chamber Al turned around and started sprinting. Al was getting close to the fence. Ayden had his rifle out firing three round bursts at the men behind him. Al got 3 yards away and flung his rifle over the high fence. Al got down and started crawling through the hole. His gun landed on the other side when Al was half was through. Al got to the other side grabbed his rifle turned to the men and fired the remaining bullets at the men. 

"Lets go!" Al screamed to Ayden who was still firing his own rifle. Both turned around and got into a run into the mountains. Al got another clip into his rifle and told Ayden to keep going and to set up a few claymores up ahead. Ayden acknowledged the command and ran up further into the mountain. Al stayed with the last five bullets in his sniper. He watched as one man was already on the other side of the fence. Al quickly shot him in the head. Another was beginning to climb through the hole. Al used this opportunity and shot the man. He stopped moving and the men behind the shot man couldn't understand why he was no longer crawling. He then was dragged out and another man started going through. Al shot him thinking the same plan would work and this would slow them down. Then Al noticed that there were men using their own set of pliers on the fence. They were already half way done. Al shot one of them in the chest. Another man grabbed the pliers and keep working at the fence. In no time the fence was cut and men started flowing through the opening. Al stood shot off the remaining rounds in his rifle before running up toward Ayden.

Ayden had set up the two small claymores that he had and the two Al had. He set them up near a path the would bottle neck the guards into two at a time space. Ayden heard running and got his rifle out. He relaxed when he saw Al. Al came up and told Ayden it was time to go. Ayden made sure the strings were tight enough before the two of them ran up the side of the mountain. Two minutes later both of them heard explosions in the background. Hoping that would slow them down the two men continued up the mountain. Al reached a spot and changed directions to the west toward the field. 

"Kaitlyn? I've got Ayden, we are on approach to extraction point bravo. Are you there?" Al spoke into his speaker as he held down his throat near his adam apple. This triggered for the communications link in his NAV. There was a tiny speaker that was implanted behind the outside of his ear so there was no need for an headset. The sound waves traveled through his jaw and into the speaker giving anyone a clear sound of his voice. It was also how he heard anyone who talked back.

"I'm here Al. Its good to hear your voice. What is your situation?" Al was pleased to hear from her. He explained that he had Ayden and the two of them were nearing extraction point bravo. He also mentioned that they had the required intel. 

"Kat, they knew we were going to be there. Someone told them." Al spoke this to Kaitlyn in a stern but calm tone. 

"I understand, get to evac you will be debriefed when you arrive." There was a small pause then Kaitlyn added that something was up and Williams was speaking with Gladden about how they knew for sure that they had a leak inside the CIA. Al thanked her for the heads up and got an unpleasant chill down his spine. 

They both continued toward the evac. The amount of snow was slowing them down. Al heard a crash as he looked to see Ayden collapsing to the ground. Al went over to him and checked his pulse. It was a slow, but his heart beat was steady. Al couldn't ask anymore from Ayden. He was tortured badly back at the building and Al knew the adrenaline mix Al gave him would wear off eventually. It was only a temporary fix. Al picked up Ayden and got him in a fireman's carry. He began walking to the extraction point bravo with the unconscious Ayden on his back. Al thought about giving him another dose, but quickly dismissed it remembering the consequences of the serum. 

If given too much it would take years from Ayden's life. The stuff aged the body and mind when given the serum. The first time it normally didn't affect the body or mind much, but if under extreme conditions, that serum would wear the body down. Too much over stimulation would burn out the body as well as the mind. Al started thinking of when he first learned about the adrenaline potion. It was pure adrenaline. It entered the blood stream so fast that within seconds the host would feel the reaction. It was formulated back during the first Gulf War. Its purpose was simple. To get soldiers mentally and physically aware and ready at an extremely enhanced rate. This stuff jacked up a persons senses to the max. It would get a sleep deprived man so awake he wouldn't be able to shut his eyes for long. It would get a man who was badly injured or near death enough stimulation he could keep fighting or get somewhere to be helped. 

Al was talking to his former instructor when he heard about this artificial serum. His instructor told him a story of when this serum first was being used. It was a battle in the Gulf War. The last remaining soldiers who were ordered to hold a bridge was under heavy attack from the opposition. Lieutenant Price ordered his men to fall back to the end of the bridge when the opposition was using heavy weapons and began overflowing the bridge with men. The 2nd platoon under Price's command were already battle weary and strung down to a couple dozen men and women. Price used the few syringes of adrenaline serum on a few select soldiers. When the troops were order to retreat to the end of the bridge, Price ordered Private 1st class Lorelai Altomare to retrieve the trigger that would set off the explosions on the bridge to kill all of the enemy men crossing the bridge. Price gave this order to her when they were behind a wall of sand bags. The trigger was in the hand of a fallen soldier who was shot down near the bridge. There were many enemy soldiers on the bridge shooting. 

Logically a person would think that a suicide mission would not be worth risking their life for, but under the adrenaline serum like Private Lorelai was, logic was replaced with a more animal instinct. She took the command and ran out in heavy fire, recovered the trigger, and detonated the charges. She returned to the Lieutenant trigger in hand. After she handed it over to the lieutenant. She said one thing: "I think I've been nicked Sir." After that she fell to the ground. She completed her task, but was dead during the process or rather died after. The autopsy later released information that she took over thirty rounds in her body and even managed to shrug off a 50 caliber shot in the side of her stomach. It left a melon sized hole in her. She was given the Medal of Honor at her funeral along with others for extreme bravery, patriotism, and risking her life for the sake of others. Her husband accepted the Medals on her behalf. 

After hearing that story the government at first decided to ban the serum labeling it unethical. But after much debate it was determined that if she didn't blow the bridge, that thousands of American soldiers would have died because the enemy would have a bridge to cross the river rather going around it. Thus the serum was allowed but was dulled down as they still figured that no one should have to go through the punishment she did. When Al was told this at first he was mad that they would allow the serum. His instructor explained that Lorelai was a hero and nothing less. She would be remembered for all of time for giving her life for thousands more. That this adrenaline serum was a gift to save lives. Al knew first hand that his instructor was right. Ayden was alive all thanks to the adrenaline serum called EAS; Extreme adrenaline stimulation. 

Al kept up a decent pace toward the evac location. Al was happy to hear a small chopper fly in the distance. Al reached the heli and laid Ayden down before climbing in himself. Al told the pilot that Ayden needed medical attention immediately. The pilot told him ETA to an airport in 10 minutes. The plane was fueled and ready to go to Moscow, then from there to Washington. Both planes had a standby doctor on them with medical equipment. The heli took off toward the airport. 

When they reached the plane Al took Ayden and laid him on a stretcher. The U.S. Marines brought him onto the plane with haste. Al boarded the plane and sat down. A doctor went to Al and asked to take a small examination. Al was asked to remove his clothes which he did. Al wasn't badly hurt, but he had many bruises on his body from the bullets hitting his suit. There were a few open wounds to where the bullets actually penetrated the suit enough that there were two bullets that broke through the suit and went into Al. One was in his left calf the other in his left arm. Not big wounds though. The suit did its job well. The bullets were still sticking out of his skin. Al grabbed both and yanked them out. The doctor started taking out some tools to help Al, but Al told him that Ayden needed it more. At first the doctor didn't listen to him. He kept going along with his work patching up the wounds. Al grabbed the doctors hand looked right at him and told him to help Ayden. The doctor nodded and went to Ayden and the other doctor. It was thirty minutes later when they changed planes and were headed toward Moscow.

Al fell asleep on the plane ride to Washington. His dream consisted of thoughts of Elena and spending time with her. Al awoke at the airport as the plane was driven to port. Al looked for Ayden and saw that he was sleeping on a bed with an IV in him. In twenty minutes Al and Ayden were in the NSA building. Ayden being taken to the small hospital for care and Al to the debriefing room. Al was still tired and weary from the night before. He was hoping to find out what the hell happened back there. Al sat down at the small table in an room near the Converge area. NSA was split up with different programs in the building. The Third Converge had a large section of the building. The door opened and Gladden with Williams entered. Al stayed seated not addressing Williams. He didn't have time for political bullshit. Al wanted to know what was going on and he started right in.

"How in the hell did they know we were going to be there?" Al asked this directly to Williams. Williams gave out a breath as to say I'm exhausted. At first Al thought he was going to ask Al to sit down, but realized he already was. Williams didn't answer the question which pissed Al off immensely.

"We having been trying to figure who the mole is in the CIA, Al. As you know we had a pretty good idea on who it potentially could be, but now we know for sure." Williams started to turn his back to Al. Al grew impatient when Williams didn't continue with his explanation. Al looked at Gladden who was just looking at Williams waiting for him to finish. Al finally asked how they knew. Again Williams ignored Al's question and spoke something else.

"His name is Drake Deceimont, he is the director of experimental weaponed chemicals. It's a program that handles and creates chemicals to be weaponed. It's all experimental stuff. It's mainly used as a collective way to increase our knowledge in preventative ways to handle chemical outbreaks and how to clean them up. So he knows how to handle lethal chemicals and how to turn them into a weapon. What we understand is that this arms dealer hired Deceimont to create a dangerous chemical bomb. The arms dealer will be selling this bomb to the unknown faction for whatever reason they want one. Now that we know it's Deceimont, we can question him about this faction, the bomb he created for them, and why the faction wants this bomb so bad. Although we are sure it will be used for mass destruction." Al was now distraught with Williams' actions. He was treating Al like a child, avoiding Al directly. Williams continued explaining.

"Well we have found out in the intel you gave us that he has had contact with the arms dealer and the unknown faction about handling this hazardous material for them and making it into a weapon. He found out that you and Ayden were planning to infiltrate the arms dealer so he gave them a heads up." This didn't seem to bother Williams at all which made Al pretty fucking livid. 

"How did he find out?" Al asked so demandingly that it made everyone in the room uncomfortable except Al. Williams waited a bit before finally answering.

"I told him." Al felt a sharp pain stab through him. Al hoped he had misheard Williams, but Al look straight at Williams and knew he was dead serious. Al looked at Gladden seeing if Gladden knew about this or not. Al couldn't tell. Either Gladden wasn't showing anything noticeable or Al was so furious that he didn't care. Al stood up staring Williams right in the eyes.

"You did what!" Al yelled in a deep tone that seemed to startle Williams and Gladden both. The two of them were looking at Al now. Williams started to explain that it was the only way to make sure that he was the mole. Williams figured that if the arms dealer found out about two spies entering the base that it had to be Deceimont.

Al didn't know exactly what he was doing, but as Williams explained his reasoning Al closed the gap between the two of them physically. Al got right up to Williams and when he heard Williams say it was worth it, he grabbed Williams with his right hand. He grabbed the front part of his shirt and started pushing him to the wall. Gladden started to make a move to get Al off him, but Al shoved Gladden aside. Al pinned him against the wall staring down at the pathetic man. Williams still shocked, wasn't doing much to get Al off. He knew he couldn't so instead he told Al in weakly sounding stern voice to let him go. When Al heard that he just used his right arm and lifted the now scared shitless Williams four inches off the ground. Williams kept trying to get Al to let go and so was Gladden. Al wasn't hearing it. He began to tell Williams his opinion.

"Next time I would think twice about almost wasting two mens lives for nothing more than a fucking confirmation. There were other ways to find out if it he was the mole or not! You're a joke Williams. You watch your back asshole, cuz I'm going to be there when you least expect it." Al was threatening a superior officer now and knew he would lose his job, but it didn't bother him much right now as his anger controlled his brain. Al let go of Williams and started to walk to the door. Al left the room thinking of how betrayed he felt by the government. He heard Williams shouting to Al that he was done here in the Shadow Asset program. Too bad he had no authority over it. He would have to file a compliant. Al just kept walking down the hall toward the infirmary. Al reached the infirmary and found Ayden's room. Al walked in to see that Kaitlyn was by his side her hand on his. She looked up at him and saw the discomfort Al expressed with his body language.




A Duet



"Whats wrong Al?" Kaitlyn was genuinely worried for Al. Al looked at her and was a little more vocal then he should have been.

"O right like you don't know Kaitlyn. How could you send us in there knowing it was Ayden's first rodeo and with the history we have?" Kaitlyn was a little shock by Al, but understood his frustration.

"I didn't know either Al. I promise. The only reason I found out was I over heard Williams talking to Gladden about it. Gladden didn't find out until 2 hours ago. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you Al. I like you a lot. I mean that." Al wasn't sure at first, but he believed her. He knew she wouldn't lie to him.

"I'm sorry Kaitlyn, I shouldn't have judged you like that." Al gave her the apology she deserved and went to the window to look outside. Kaitlyn got up and went toward Al seeing his distress. She got behind him and gave him a friendly hug, wrapping her arms around his chest. She put her head against his back, closed her eyes and told him she was glad that he was ok and for four hours she didn't know if he and Ayden had made it or not. Al grabbed onto one of her hands and said he was fine and asked how Ayden was. She let go of him, went back to the chair, and sat down next to him. 

"He is fine now. Stabilized and sleeping. The doctors put him in a controlled coma. They want him to sleep for a day. I was told he would make a full recovery. You saved his life Al, great work." Kaitlyn sounded pleased when saying that. She was looking at Ayden watching him sleep. Al looked at Ayden sleeping and remembered the beating he took at that building. 

"Get well friend." Al said to the unconscious Ayden before telling Kaitlyn he was going to get a hotel for rest. Kaitlyn got up and gave Al another hug before Al left the room heading towards the elevator. Al got inside, pushed the first floor and the doors closed. Al started feeling better now. Al left the elevator and walked to the doors leading outside. His phone rang and he answered without looking who it was. He heard the voice of his romantic partner and sighed at the sound of her speaking.

"Hunny! O baby I've missed you. How have you been? Are you coming home soon?" Elena sounded very happy to have gotten Al on the phone. Al was sure there were a couple voice mails belonging to her. 

"I'm good, work is just being stressful right now. I'll be home soon. I can't wait to see you Elena." Al told her this in a sweet tone as he felt the need to be with her. Al wanted to get home and curl up next to her and fall asleep. Out of all the things he wanted, he wanted that the most.

"Baby, get back here quick. There is so much I wanna do with you." The two of them talked for a few more minutes but Al told her he was very tired and was on his way to a hotel for sleep. She told him it was fine and for him to call when he woke up. He promised he would with a talk to you soon sexy. Al closed his phone and got a taxi. He told the cabbie a hotel nearby that was very comfortable. The taxi sped off into the street as Al laid his head on the window looking forward to the sleep he was about to claim. His thoughts were focused on Elena as he drifted into a state between sleeping and awake.



A Dull Conference



I was busy, up to my eyes in budgets and forecasts for the next round of reviews the company always seemed to be conducting. No sooner do we finish one budget round when the preparation for the next one starts and ground hog day starts all over again.

I had just finished reviewing the departments estimated travel costs for the next three months when an e-mail pinged into my inbox.

It was almost four months since you left the company and our flirting by e-mail had come to an abrupt halt, neither of us liked using text or facebook due to your husband and my wife's ability to take our conversations the wrong way.

Yes we flirted but it was nothing more than that, we are both happily married with children and neither of us was looking to risk that or cause an issue for the other. In a way that boundary enabled us to be more risqué without thinking the other would take offence.

You had always been the shy one in the e-mails, for months I had thrown innuendos and suggestive comments, all of which I thought were cleverly hidden, at you and revelled in thinking you either didn't spot my smut or weren't prepared to lower yourself to my level.

Occasionally you would throw me a bone and flirt a bit, just dangling a carrot for me to encourage me to keep going, never quite sure if you would respond or choose to ignore my latest remarks. I was never sure if I got ignored because I crossed a line with you or you didn't notice it or you just weren't interested that way. Little did I know how your mind worked or what sordid little fantasies you had going on in your pretty head.

The e-mail I got from you this morning was innocuous enough, "I'm bored, entertain me", so we went through the routine of small talk and banter and a few references to the antics of Mr Grey from the books you had recently been reading.

I saw these as a chance to push you a little further and see what you liked see what you would tell me, more for me to have something to imagine on a quiet evening on my own. I have never seen your body, obviously imagined you naked hundreds of times, but other than a glimpse of leg or shoulder you are an un-viewed canvas with mysteries longing to be discovered.

I guess you are about 5'1" maybe 5'2" nice figure, generous boobs 34GG – that I know from one of our previous conversations, but that suits me fine I've always been a boob man and they look fantastic. Perfectly shaped with a stunning cleavage. I could spend hours admiring you just for that aspect alone.

Sadly at the moment all of the admiration stems from my imagination rather than from physical experience.

The challenge of "entertain me" was enough to kick my mind into flirt mode and the banter began.

You were supposed to be concentrating on a works conference but your mind was already off down a different path.

Dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a casual top your outward appearance was simple and comfortable, your outfit was finished with a pair of boots calf high and a little jewellery including a gold necklace with a t-bar resting a couple of inches above your cleavage, unseen by any onlookers obscured by the square neckline of your top. Matching pale pink bra and knickers with a semi sheer finish hidden by your outfit.

As I said, I was in my office, nothing particularly plush or grand but on a Friday afternoon like today it is easy to close the door and become shut off from the outside world, should the need ever arise.

Your email arrived and we started the back and forth, it didn't take long to steer the conversation to sex, after being refused sex by your husband a couple of nights previously much to your displeasure you tell me that you finally had your way and had been satisfied.

I immediately think of a previous email you sent having been turned down and how you alluded to pleasuring yourself the following day while fantasising about the 50 shades of Grey books. You didn't go into details much to my frustration but this is more open than you have ever been with me and pushes the grey line beyond our normal limit.

Despite you having had sex last night you still seem to pre-occupied with it, maybe Mr Grey has stimulated an urge that needs more regular attention, maybe you are just in a more playful mood today. Either way I don't want to lose out on the fun and continue with the probing.

I sense your frustration when you tell me you are in a room full of women with not a single bloke to look at, I remark it seems like a waste of a good hotel and suggest maybe I should look into attending some of these conferences – especially if all the women are frustrated housewives, away from home and have an itch that needed scratching.

You tell me you have your legs tightly crossed. I imagine you sitting in a row of people, room slightly darkened with your tight jeans on, legs crossed over high, desperately trying to generate some pressure on your pussy, squirming in the seat by minute amounts hoping to cause some friction between your jeans and your pink knickers, trying to get some stimulation.

I imagine your mind wondering off, thinking about being used for someone else's sexual gratification, of having no control being completely under the influence of another's willpower. I imagine just the thought of that making you damp and warm between your legs, causing a strong desire to touch yourself to satisfy the increasing throb that just cannot be dispelled, and your mind now oblivious to the speakers eloquent use of language and passion on sales techniques and up selling the latest line of products.

I smile and shuffle in my own seat when your next email tells me you are feeling very horny and are about to break for lunch, a one hour lunch break you tell me, indicating you will have to take matters into your own hands knowing full well that I won't be able to think of anything other than you touching yourself. My mind racing, imagination now taking full control over reality. God what I would give to be in that hotel right now.

Unable to do anything but wait for your next response I find myself drifting a hand under my desk onto my lap, unsurprisingly I feel a rock hard cock nestling inside my trousers and the only future I can think of revolves around at being let loose and rubbed.

I make short work of my zip and quickly pull my cock out and run my hand over the straining flesh. I push my chair forward so the lower half of my body is concealed by my desk as I slowly work up a rhythm under the desk, my imagination focussing on you in the hotel bathroom jeans and knickers around your ankles as you sit with your knees spread wide apart and your finger playing up and down your wet pussy, smearing your juice over your flesh and onto your throbbing clit. You insert a finger into your hole, warm and welcoming. You desperately trying to stifle a gasp so as not to give away your urgent bathroom antics, slowly withdrawing your finger and pushing it back in this time curling it a little to graze the spot that drives you crazy. Again in and out, your breathing a little heavier now, your hand maintaining a rhythm that you use regularly and to such good effect. Your other hand joins in one finger moving in a sideways rubbing motion over your clit as you feel the familiar warmth build that signals your orgasm. An increase in temp from both hands and you drive yourself beyond the point of no return your leg twitching as the orgasm hits you and spreads quickly from your core outwards in waves, still your fingers dance and another smaller jolt ripples through you as a second orgasm quickly chases the first and you relent from your playing.

Satisfied and contented for the moment. The images in my head push me over the edge and I cum under my desk, my rapid pumping of the cock in my hand sending spurt after spurt of thick creamy streams shooting against the wood and dripping onto my office carpet, collapsing back in my chair cock twitching I wonder what was going through your mind and if I would ever get to find out.



A Dumb Blonde



It's not that I wish to cast aspersions towards all woman similarly bestowed with fair hair, I'm sure that you all have advanced intelligence, commonsense and wit. Over the years, however, much to my delight, I have had the good fortune to meet several charming ladies who have been, shall we say; intellectually challenged!

If there were one fine example of womanhood that would prove the adage of my title true, then it would have to be my wife, Joy. Blonde haired down to the last curly tress on her beautiful pubic mound, Joy generally lives up to her name. She's not petite, but neither is she Amazonian; at 5' 5"and about 135lbs she has a stature and figure that many women would happily kill for. One of her most alluring features is her chest; 36DD breasts that she usually forces into a half-cup bra beneath a low cut top. Joy is always the life and soul. It's not that she's really stupid, it's just that sometimes she can be very gullible. She also has an amusing habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time! For example; we had some friends round to our house a few weeks ago and Roger had run out of smokes. 

"The only place you could go now would be the 11-7." Said Joy in response to Roger's enquiry.

I laughed at her obvious mistake. "I think you've got that the wrong way around, hon!"

"Oh..." she replied, completely dead-pan, "you mean you want me to go?"

I have many other examples!

I have always loved Joy's sweet gullibility and consider it to be one of her most redeeming feature, but she has other wonderful attributes as well - not the least of which being a voracious appetite for sex. In the seven years that we've been married, we have experimented with many varied forms of bedroom play. Oral and anal sex are commonplace for us, as is fantasy role-playing and occasionally dressing up. Joy gets off on a little humiliation and spanking her bare or panty-clad buttocks is always a favourite. My fantasies and desires, however have often included voyeurism and, as Joy has little inhibitions when it comes to exhibiting herself, we have had many fun and exciting moments out of the house where she can often be persuaded to flash her ample cleavage or panties at unsuspecting men.

Recently though, I have really wanted to take my voyeurism to the next, obvious stage: To see Joy actually have sex with other men! I had to be a little careful how I approached this subject, though; Joy may seem like she's willing to try anything, but if she thinks an idea to be too much, she will flatly refuse. In this situation there is usually little that can be done to change her mind. I had been wracking my brains for weeks trying to come up with a fail-safe approach and was beginning to despair of ever finding one, when suddenly, one night, it just came to me.

We had been fooling around in bed that night. With my lips firmly attached to her clit, Joy had already experienced two crashing orgasms and was quickly heading for a third. As her shuddering, twitching legs finally released my head and the moment passed, she realised that my hard-on, that was throbbing like mad, was badly in need of relief.

"You want to put it between these?" she asked holding her breasts out as if for my inspection.

I never need to be asked twice to titty-fuck my wife's wonderful breasts and quickly jumped up and straddled her chest. As she held the large, warm orbs of flesh tightly around my shaft I thrust myself into her deep cleavage like a man possessed. I was so hot that it was all over in a matter of seconds; my cock spasming wildly and delivering a nice quantity of cum directly onto her tits and neck. As I lay back trying to recover my breath, I looked over at Joy. She has always said that she liked the texture of cum and I looked on as she idly fingered the pools of fluid and circled them lazily around her hard nipples.

"It's very good for the skin, you know." I said with a smile "Stops wrinkling and makes the skin younger!" 

It wasn't a complete lie. I'm sure that I'd heard something like that somewhere before, but, as usual, Joy took it absolutely seriously. I watched as she began vigorously massaging my issue into her flesh, taking great care to ensure that not a drop was wasted.

"I want more of it then, David!" she said as she worked. "If it will make me younger then I want lots and lots of it!"

I groaned inwardly knowing that she wasn't going to let this lie until I'd given her a second load. It wouldn't have been such a problem when I was twenty, but at forty? As I began trying to massage and encourage my flaccid penis back to erection a sudden thought struck me: If I could continue to persuade her that more and more cum was good for her and that a VARIETY of cum was even better, then maybe....just maybe I could fulfill my voyeuristic fantasies.

For the next couple of days, Joy demanded that I provide her with her elixir every night. I was happy to do so, obviously, but while I was giving her what she needed, she had no need to look elsewhere for it. I took to taking a long shower before bed and masturbating. I was still fucking Joy and providing her with some of my seed, but the quantity was greatly reduced. I kept apologising and promising to try to provide more of the precious fluid, but I could see that she was getting frustrated. Now was the time to put my plan into action!

"I'm so sorry, honey," I said one night after only a tiny amount of semen had splashed onto her stomach. "It seems to be working so well too, your skin looks great. Maybe if I got some assistance we could increase the amount. What do you think?"

It took a couple of minutes while I explained to Joy that I meant inviting another man (or men) into our bedroom. She was a little reluctant at first, but when I reiterated that her skin was looking so much younger and that continuous treatment would be the only way to keep it that way, she eagerly agreed. My plan had worked! The following morning I lost no time in contacting an escort agency and arranging for two young, virile studs to visit us the same evening.

When Chris and Paul arrived punctually at eight that evening, I wasn't disappointed, and by the look of lust and anticipation on Joy's face, I knew that she was also more than happy. The two men were polite and professional, I had contacted Chris earlier and told him exactly what I had in mind. They looked Joy up and down as we walked through to the lounge; they seemed impressed! We all knew what we were here for, and after a brief, awkward moment of silence, Chris suggested that maybe they should get undressed and make a start. It was all very "matter-of-fact". This was good, I'd hired professionals for this very reason; I didn't want any emotions to get in the way. 

As the two boys stripped down to their boxers, it was obvious that Joy couldn't keep her eyes off them. Finally they were naked and I heard my wife gasp a little when their cocks became exposed. Both men were very well endowed (something that I had stipulated to the agency) and seemed eager to use their appendages. 

"Perhaps you ought to strip as well, Mrs. Lake." Commented Paul politely.

Joy had asked me earlier what I thought she should wear for this occasion. The question took me a little by surprise. I had been so busy working out the details that I had given little thought to her attire - I suppose I hadn't expected her to be wearing it for long! She had shown my a simple yellow dress with a zipper at the back, white stockings and garter belt and a white bra and panties. I told her that I thought the choice was perfect. As I said before, Joy has little inhibitions at the best of times, but under these exciting circumstances she was behaving more like a slut than a housewife. The dress was off in a matter of seconds and was closely followed by the panties as Joy wriggled her delicious rear end and kicked them off.

Paul and Chris were on her in a flash - apart from anything, I guessed that they were being paid by the agency for the time they spent with us. Hands covered Joy's body. Her bra was pulled down to expose her breasts and fingers probed the soft, pink folds of her already moist vagina. Joy gasped and groaned as the digits penetrated her and groped out her own hands blindly in an effort to grasp the nearest cock. The touching, kissing and fondling continued for another few minutes while I settled myself back in an armchair and prepared to watch my fantasy come true.

With strong arms, Chris picked my wife up and carried her to a low couch, kissing her breasts and allowing his fingers to probe her depths as he went. As she was laid gently down on her back, Paul moved swiftly between her legs, pulling them roughly open and hoisting them onto his shoulders. His cock was hard and ready and the room suddenly echoed with Joy's groans of pleasure as he rammed his solid tool deep into her cunt and started to slowly fuck her. Chris watched for a moment, glancing over to ensure that I was okay and then slowly walking to my wife's side. He massaged his tool in his fist as he stood over her looking down at her submitting body and then pointed it directly at her face. He must have been at least nine inches long and seemed to take great pleasure in rolling the head of his cock over Joy's facial features. She kept opening her mouth to try and capture his glistening meat, but Chris seemed content to tease her with a wicked smile.

Then, suddenly a few things happened at the same time. Paul rammed his tool so deep into my wife's pussy that she let out a howling wail as she shuddered into a climax. With her mouth wide open, Chris took his opportunity and stuffed his entire cock between her willing lips and, holding her head steady with his hands, began to brutally face-fuck her. Joy tried to control what was happening, but the two men were professional studs and were acting under my earlier instructions - Joy was just there to be used as their toy. As I watched, I marvelled at the stamina the two men possessed. They continued to jam their cocks into the eager Joy for several minutes with absolutely no sign of submitting to climax. The same thing, however, could not be said for my wife who was thrashing her luscious body about in the throes of a multiple orgasm.

Then in a moment the action before me halted. Chris, albeit reluctantly, pulled out of Joy's mouth and walked to her side. Paul, with Joy's legs still draped over his shoulders, withdrew his large penis and repositioned it against her tight asshole. This time he was a little more gentle with her and eased his dick, in a series of small jerks, inch by inch into her hot back door.

"Mmmm...this bitch has been butt-fucked before, I think!" he laughed as he squeezed another inch into her ass.

"Looks like she enjoys it too!" his friend countered as he guided her hand back to his throbbing shaft. 

The position that Chris now found himself in was quite difficult. Crouched down on one knee he was only able to force about half of his length into my wife's asshole and while obviously pleasurable for him - and from the sounds of her incessant moaning, for Joy too - He wanted deeper penetration.

"Let's get the bitch on her knees, Chris." he said. "I want to get so deep into her butt it'll make her eyes bulge!"

His friend laughed. "Sure, man. Great idea. I could do with some more sucking as well!"

As the two big studs pulled my wife from the chair and quickly rearranged her position to suit their needs, I silently complimented them for their choice of expletives - I had requested that Joy was referred to as a "bitch", "slut" or "whore" while they were fucking her. I knew that these words, especially coming from strangers, would heighten her sexual tension. It seemed to be working well!

Now in position on the floor on her hands and knees, Joy looked exactly like the slut she was. Chris sat and spread his muscular legs in front of her.

"Time to suck some more cock, my little whore!" he laughed.

Joy was out of her mind with lust and I think would have sucked the Devil's own cock if it had been presented to her then! While supporting herself with one hand she reached out with the other and cupped Chris' testicles. Her head dropped eagerly into his crotch and again I saw his tool disappear into her mouth. This time, however, she angled her head slightly and swallowed. I gasped out loud as I saw the unmistakable outline of her lover's glans mark its entry into her throat. Paul meanwhile had positioned himself on his knees behind her, his hands placed firmly on her buttocks and spreading them wide. I alternated from staring at my wife's bulging throat and looking at her now widened, exposed anus.

With her back hole now stretched so nicely, it allowed Paul much easier access. His first thrust sent at least five inches of his engorged tool straight into Joy's bottom causing her to gurgle around the cock in her throat in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Paul's answer to this was to ram another few inches up into her body and Christopher's reply was to buck his hips and stuff some more of his meat down her throat. She was being used as a complete fuck-toy. 

For several minutes the two studs pounded her abused but willing body as they used her to perfection, stuffing her at both ends and rocking her back and forth.

"I'm almost there, Chris!" cried Paul to his friend. "How you doing man?"

"Oh..I'm close, Paul....real close....you ready?"

"Yeah, man...time to do what we're paid for!"

I heard a popping sound and a reluctant moan from Joy as both men virtually ripped their throbbing cock's from her body. In a second they had a hold of each of her arms and were virtually dragging the confused woman to the couch. Once she was sat, Chris and Paul stood above and to each side of her furiously jerking their cocks and aiming the fearsome looking weapons directly at her face. I looked on as they rubbed themselves at a vicious pace; hand's and cock's a blur of speed. Paul moaned.

"Ah...Yes...I'm gonna cum.....take it bitch...take my cum..."

"Me too!" Yelled his friend as the first stream of cum from Paul hit Joy on the forehead. Both men then erupted in a frenzy of flying semen. They swirled their hot cum around Joy's face with the tips of their weapons, smearing the fluid, as I had asked them, over every inch of her face and neck. Her hands were at her breasts, small, gasping sighs of ecstasy as she rubbed any escaping jism into the large, fleshy mounds. I couldn't hold back any longer. Leaping to my feet, I tore off my own pants and feverishly rubbed my own, modestly proportioned, dick as fast as I could. I was so horny that within a few short seconds my own cum was roping through the air and splashing obscenely onto Joy's heaving breasts. She was only too happy to add my contribution to the copious quantity of liquid that had already collected on her skin and proceeded to massage the remainder into her sticky boobs.

Although I still occasionally slip my cock between the silky lips of my nineteen year old secretary, I still believe that my wife is one of the sexiest sluts that I have ever known. I hope that you agree! I have to concede that she still looks as good now as she did when we first met, maybe the idea wasn't as dumb as I thought! If you ever see her on the street don't forget to give her what she needs to keep her youthful good looks! She - and I - will probably thank you for it, and, believe me, Joy can be very, VERY grateful!



A Dumb Blonde as Mayor



CHAPTER 1

Control of the town of Pike's Point midway up Charlotte Inlet towards its terminal at the industrial city of Mornington had been in the grip of the of the James family for thirty-two years. 

This was the sixth election that the Pike's Point Progressive Association had failed to attract a candidate to stand against the next-in-line James male. Currently ending his 3-year term was James Ivan James. He was handing the 'throne' to his surly son James Jake James, known as Jake and at 220lbs was better known as Wide Jake.

The city of 26,300 people elected its seven councilors representing seven wards for a three year term and concurrently a separate election was conducted to elect an independent mayor, a system that had survived for almost 140 years when timber logging led to the establishment of a permanent town.

The pugnacious president of the association, Percy Coleman, had stood unsuccessfully in three distant elections. On each occasion prior to the election campaign commencing, he'd been beaten up, had his car tires slashed and each time his dog mysteriously disappeared, never to be seen again.

Sighing when again looking at the empty nominations box, Mr Coleman told the forty-four people attending, "Again I say this is a sad day for Pike's Point."

"I'm prepared to stand."

"Who said what?" Percy asked, momentarily confused because he'd thought he'd heard a woman's voice.

"Concentrate Mr Coleman. I said I'm prepared to be nominated."

"You're the temporary teacher."

"Oh how perceptive of you. Since you are my headmaster I cannot say you are astute in identifying me, although not by name."

"You are not a resident."

"I have resided here for fifteen months. The minimum qualifying period is 12 months' residency."

"You're not a property-owner."

"I'm sure by the time nominations close some good citizen will have donated me a piece of wasteland."

"You've a woman."

"Again that is you being perceptive. I'm sure no one here will dispute that. There is no barrier, apart from prejudice, to a female standing for election. Mr Coleman, I'm wondering if I'll find it more difficult to win nomination than to seize the office of mayor from the fiendish hands of the arrogant males of the James family."

"How dare you."

"Stop the theatrics and have me proposed and seconded as a candidate Mr Coleman and then put my name forward to this meeting to be approved as the association's official candidate. I'd hate to stand as an independent and get run over by the rush of other people whishing to lodge their candidacy."

"What's that you say?"

"Get your lobotomy reversed darling."

"I heard that."

"Oh I'm delighted Mr Coleman. What I just said was a hearing test."

Miss Finn sat down and was politely applauded for providing one of the most interesting meetings in the association's 138-year history, although no one present was old enough to verify that as fact.

The motion was put that the duly proposed and seconded Miss Andrea Olga Finn of 3a Schoolhouse Lane (a shed at the rear of Mr Coleman's home) be elected as the association's candidate was declared passed unanimously. Andrea was politely applauded.

Rancher Tim Robbins said, "I have a home on a half-acre at 37 Main Street, the title of which I'll instruct my attorney to have transferred to you for the payment of one dollar Andrea on the understanding you'll transfer the property back to me within two weeks following the election."

Andrea thanked the rancher. She called, "Witness this everyone" and handed Tim one dollar.

People began calling, "Speech, speech."

Percy rose smiling. "Thank you everyone. Well it has given me great pleasure over the years..."

"Not you Percy. We want to hear from Andrea."

"Oh... oh really? Miss Finn, on this occasion I do believe there is a preference to hear you speak in lieu of me."

"Thank you Mr Chairman. Well, here we are ready for municipal business. I was on a cycling vacation fifteen months ago when I rode into Pike's Point near dark and Elsie Young invited me to her home for dinner and to stay for as long as I liked, During dinner I learned Elsie and Don's youngest child was at school with a near-deaf retired teacher in charge of them because the school had been unable to attract a currently certificated teacher for that grade. I told the Youngs I was a certificated teacher and as they say, the rest in history."

"This is a pleasant small town and I love living here except for two things – I miss having romance, although offers from married men come almost daily – and the thing that really annoys me is the arrogant aggression of the James' family. I see the editor of our local newssheet Mrs Strong, from Strong's Bookshop, is here recording. So my message is: Prepare to lose the race to become mayor Mr James and have your family revert to being ordinary citizens like the rest of us. Thank you."

Mrs Strong later interviewed Andrea.

* * *

The James family sat around the table almost peeing themselves as Mayor James erupted into belly laughs as he read the lead story in Pike's Point Newssheet headed, 'Move Over James Clan says Feisty Blonde'.

'PP Progressive Association last night elected temporary school teacher, the pretty blonde 26-year-old Miss Andrea Finn as it's candidate to fight Wide James to become mayor. Miss Finn claims the town under James' rule has gone backwards because of inertia and self-serving interest. She'll stand for election on the planks that she'll clean up the town, return it to being a place where cordial relations and friendly smiles are commonplace, force the harbor authority to replace the town wharf and if the defeated James' don't like it they can leave town and take their taint with them."

"I sue the bitch," roared Mayor James, causing his brood to laugh hysterically.

"Who's calling me wide?" asked James Jake James.

"Andrea Finn," chorused the clan (actually Mrs Strong had inserted 'Wide' instead of Jake).

Angry Jake said, "I'll sue the bitch."

His father congratulated him for being aggressive and defiant.



* * *

At school next day Headmaster Coleman told Andrea she'd have to resign forthwith because she was running for election.

"Mr Coleman, please don't over-react. I'll stand down without pay on the day nominations close when I lodge my nomination. I'll resign if elected on the day I'm sworn in as mayor."

"Young lady that is not satisfactory to me."

"Then tough. Complain to a higher authority. I know my rights."

"You'll regret your defiance."

"You puzzle me Mr Coleman. I thought you wanted a candidate to stand against the James clan?"

"Yes, but not a woman."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that. What you have just said is a violation of this school's charter and an offence against the Human Rights Act."

"What was that?"

"I said sexually discriminate against me again and I'll nail your balls to the school gates."

"I heard that."

"It was a hearing test Mr Coleman. Run along."

* * *

The association's treasurer called Andrea and they had a lovely chat and then old Mrs Trotter said, "There is a campaign fund at your disposal to use for hoardings and leaflets and to recover other authorized election expenses to a limit of $2000."

"Oh that's excellent Mrs Trotter. How much is in the fund?"

"Eight dollars and forty cents."

"Oh."

"Well that's what I was calling you about. We are holding a cake stall for you on Main Street on Saturday morning. We'd like you to be present just to say hello if anyone wants to talk to you?"

"Oh yes, but I can't wear ribbons or a name badge as that would be tantamount to electioneering and I haven't had my nomination accepted yet. How many ladies will be manning stalls?"

"Mrs Smith, Mrs Wells and me. Just the one stall."

"Oh."



Andrea joined the ladies at the stall at 9:30 and sales were poor.

"Oh this is so disappointing," she said, and the three women agreed.

"Yes we should have spent forty bucks on advertising and on a couple of posters," said Mrs Smith. "That would have made a bit of a splash, motivating people."

"How much do you expect to take if you sell everything?"

"Sixty dollars."

Andrea sighed. A Jeep Wrangler drew up nearby. She looked up and a handsome guy in a scruffy Stetson caught her eye and winked. God, he wasn't even thirty. From where had he escaped? She winked back and his lips parted to show solid clean enamel.

The ground seemed to shake and clomp, clomp an overweight guy only 5ft 6in tall, or six inches shorter than Andrea, stopped on the sidewalk. "Get this junk out of my way and if you old hags attempt to stop me I'll send you off the sidewalk along with your cakes."

Andrea jumped in front of the menace. "How dare you talk to ladies like that and how dare you use threatening language. We are here legitimately. This area is zoned for stalls on Saturday for fund-raising purposes."

"Well hello Blondie with big tits. You are my rival."

"Back off Mr James otherwise I effect a citizen's arrest."

"What, you and whose army?"

The sound of a rifle bolt being drawn resulted in Wide James freezing.

"Right Fatso, " said the guy from the Jeep. "On your belly on the sidewalk clear of the stall."

"You can't do this to me; I'm the mayor's son."

"Down on your belly until the cops come."

"No way and I..."

The click of the bolt completing its action that would inject a bullet into the chamber resulted in a thump as Mr James hit the pavement, belly down.

Townspeople began calling, "A fight, mayor's son is down" and people began rushing towards the cake stall.

"Quickly, double your prices," Andrea said to the three ladies. "People will need a reason to avoid a police charge of loitering so will buy cakes to legitimize congregating here."

The ladies required no further prompting.

The siren could be heard in the distance and more townspeople began running to the stall. Before the patrol car slid to a stop the cake stall was bare. 

The two policemen quickly assessed the situation and cancelled back-up. The sergeant let mayoral candidate Mr James off with a warning after he'd apologized to the three ladies. He posed with the three ladies after Mrs Strong raced up to take a photo for the Newssheet.

The police dispersed everyone. With a big smile Mrs Trotter produced two cream cakes she'd secreted away for the police officers and they went off. The sergeant had recognized Andrea and wished her well when she began her campaign 'to bring down the cancerous oligarchy'.

"Please Mrs Strong, don't quote the sergeant if you overhead what he said; it could cost him his stripes."

"Hear what Andrea?"

They smiled and Mrs Trotter gave Mrs Strong the last cream cake.

The stall raised almost $140. In the rush to serve people the stallholders must have short-changed some customers already being exploited.

As Andrea was about to leave a short skinny guy rushed up. "T heard what you people did to Wide Jake. I'm Ike Shadbolt, Jake's campaign manager. We'll blast your off the surface of this planet in the dirtiest campaign this country has ever seen Blondie you slut."

Andrea stepped forward and ground her heel into the guy's left foot.

"You bitch," he howled. I'm gonna..."

He froze, hearing a rifle bolt slide. "Er, on the other hand it will be the cleanest election ever contested on this planet. Good morning Miss Finn." He hobbled away.

"Oh thank you kind sir. That's two I owe you."

"Two what?"

Andrea colored, knowing that although the three elderly ladies wouldn't have a clue what she was talking about, Mrs Strong who was licking cream off her fingers and was slowly turning pink certainly would require no translation.

In panic Andrea swung around to her defender. "Thank you for providing involuntary backup for these ladies and me. But I simply cannot believe you'd be such a mutthead and pull a loaded gun and shoot down two misbehaving men like dogs had they resisted you."

"Don't get your panties in a knot," said the guy, pulling the trigger. There was no explosion of a shot being fired. "I don't carry a loaded gun into town but do have bullets in my pocket. Good day to you Miss Finn. This mutthead is off to try to escape abuse."

Andrea turned brick red and he grinned at her, doffing his hat.

As he drove off she asked, "Whom have I insulted?"

"Rancher Robbins' son Jefferson."

"Oh no," Andrea wailed. "His father has been very generous to me."

"Don't worry dear," Mrs Strong said. Lowering her voice to a whisper she added, "He'll be back to get those panties off you. Have you not noticed there are few young people here? They all go thirty-eight miles to shop in the city rather than come into this town under the oppressive control of the James family. The three James boys frequently drag women off the street to kiss them and fondle them... and even worse."

"But the police?"

"If you are an abused and frightened female who is warned to keep her mouth shut or else, do you fearlessly complain to the police of a town run by the boys' clan?"

"Ohmigod!"

"Well said Andrea," Mrs Strong smiled, smoothing her hair in the breeze. "We are so lucky that you, blissfully unaware of the dark side of this town, have committed to clean it up politically. Did it not occur to you to wonder why no one has stood against the James' for six elections?"

"I-I thought it was apathy."

"Oh yeah, right."

"Mrs Strong I thought it would be fun to fight an election and then put things right."

"Darling, you'll have fun all right. More than you can imagine."

"Oh Mrs Strong, what can I do?"

"Leave town or alternatively stay and get Jefferson living with you as soon as possible and insist that he keep his other gun loaded."

"His other gun?"

"Not the one he's using on you. Ohmigod, you are such a sweet young lady."



Two days later rancher Tim Robbins called Andrea during the school lunchtime break. "My attorney will have a letter in tonight's mail saying that the procedures to transfer the property at 37 Main Street to you have commenced." 

The property had been vacated and was being cleaned that afternoon and she was free to possess the property from tomorrow, as soon as she completed formalities with the attorney and was handed the keys.

"I am pleased to do this for you, Andrea, if I may call you that?"

"Yes please do."

"We rely on the town for our supply pipeline and for our social connectivity so have been troubled in recent years at the way the economy and vitality of the town has been slowly throttled. We relied on someone like you coming forward, and here you are."

"Oh Mr Robbins, I'm only a tentative blonde without an overly amount between her ears."

Tim laughed. "You sell yourself short Andrea. My thinking is the James' family is all but castrated."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh Andrea. My apologies. I have become over-confident after hearing from a grandson at the school that you threatened to nail Headmaster's balls to the school gates."

"Oh Mr Robbins!"

"Keep calm dear. I told Robin to keep his mouth shut. He was placed outside his classroom for misbehavior and heard you dealing with our pugnacious Percy Coleman."

"Thank you for being so understanding. I suppose you have heard I have met your son. He acted twice decisively to save us from predicaments at the cake stall and I had the gall to call him a mutthead."

Tim chuckled and said he'd gone to school with Elsie Strong from the bookshop.

"She brought me up to date. When I mentioned to Jefferson had he allegedly had a couple of stand-offs in town Jefferson told me there had been three incidents. There had been one involving fat-ass James the bully, the gangster Ike Shadbolt fortunately wasn't carrying a weapon but then Jefferson had you to handle and you were highly aggressive and he had to back off. He said you thought he was just spoiling to shoot someone."

Andrea burst into tears. Tim said, "Oh sorry Andrea, have we gotten that wrong?"

"Oh yes," she sobbed. "I', not at all negative about him. He's... he's.... "Thank you for being so kind and supportive of me. Goodbye Mr Robbins."

"No wait!"

But the connection was cut.

* * *

Tim picked up his CB radio and made a call.

"Son, where are you?"

"About twenty-two miles from home, moving the bulls with Snow and Lenny, with about two miles to go. Anything wrong dad?"

"Yes, you were wrong about Blondie. I've just been talking to her. When I mentioned you think she regards you as someone spoiling for a fight she choked up and said she had no negative thoughts about you and then choked up and cut the call."

"What does that mean?"

"How would I know? I'm only your father. Get into town and sort it out. I reckon she'd be the perfect lover to spend your life with."

Jefferson sounded confused. "Is that what I'm looking for dad?"

"Yes Jefferson. "In effect it's nothing to do with what you think; it's programmed into you."

"Like it's embedded into my DNA?"

"Exactly boy. Get into town and sort it out with her before you blow your one chance."



It was almost 10:00 that evening when the scrubbed up Jefferson in clean underwear, a fresh shirt and his trusted jeans drove into Schoolhouse Lane just in time to see a murky figure hurl a bottle firebomb on to the roof of the shed at the rear of the property, the dwelling where he'd been told Andrea lived.

As he drove into the driveway lights in the house to his right came on and the lights of an accelerating vehicle came straight at him from the direction of the burning dwelling.

"You bastard, you're the bomber," Jefferson yelled. He had bars on the front of his Jeep designed to push stalled vehicles and bulls that don't want to be moved. He accelerated and drove straight into the now braking approaching vehicle. 

There was a huge crash and the smaller vehicle crumpled. The driver left the vehicle, staggering. Jefferson went up to him and laid him out with a single blow. He saw it was the snake Ike Shadbolt. Mrs Coleman the school principal's wife yelled, "What's going on?"

"I'm Jefferson Robbins Mrs Coleman. I've just flattened the asshole arsonist whose threatening the life of..."

"Fire! Fire!" screamed Angela, running from the burning building.

"Grab a garden shovel or something and ding this skunk if he comes around Mrs Coleman. Angela, you're okay, I'm here."

"Who are you?" she screamed.

"Jefferson Robbins."

"Why are you setting me alight?" she called sleepily, but Jefferson ignored her confusion and ran straight around her. He scaled the water tank against the building and leaped from that on to the roof and then tipped over the water header tank, the sheet of water and within seconds had extinguished the blazing bitumen-coated membrane waterproofing the roof.

Back on the ground he grabbed the sobbing Angela and hugged her. He could feel she had nothing on under the sheet she'd wrapped around her.

They heard a 'boing' as Mrs Coleman clobbered Ike. "I hit the arsonist just in case he was thinking of waking up." 

Mr Coleman had appeared and found out what was going on. He complained his wife had just committed criminal assault on a defenseless victim.

She yelled, "Shut up you moron otherwise you'll be paddled around the head."

A police car followed by two fire engines roared up, sirens wailing, waking up the neighborhood. It was almost as noisy as the end of the normal school day.

The police sergeant sniffed the hands and arms of the Coleman's – with Mrs Coleman enquiring was it a mating ritual – and the sergeant sniffed the arms of Jefferson and Angela and then the unconscious villain. He then pointed to the villain and declared, "There is our petrol bomber; he's the only one with the smell of petrol on his hands and arms. Now, who has collaborating evidence?"




A Dumb Blonde as Mayor Pt. 02



CHAPTER 1

Going fishing at the retreat was a relief for the new mayor on her honeymoon as Jefferson, a little bored with the solitude and no cows to chase or whatever they did to them, had been at her to ride cowgirl for much of the day and night. She even had to promise fellatio out in the boat to coax him from their cabin.

Another four days of honeymoon to go! Andrea groaned and pledged never to go on a second honeymoon with him. They'd not told anyone where they were going and had left their cell phones behind, so with the closest cabins at least 100 yards away she really had been able to shout 'Oh yes, oh yes, oh god yes' as Jefferson attempted to drive her through the headboard. She thought hopefully that all the sweat she was losing would equate for over-eating in the lead-up to the wedding.

"Let's row out in the nude."

"Jefferson Robbins, where are your core values?"

He leered, "Left them at home with my cell phone."

God what was the male equivalent of bimbo? Asshole seemed a little strong although she could be tempted to review that opinion.

He looked pathetic big-eyeing her like a mother cow so she stupidly agreed, warning him that if he hooked her when casting there would be no sex for him for a week but he looked so crestfallen she modified that to eight hours and he looked so cute as relief spilled over his face.

Jefferson was casting out at least two miles, or something like that.

"No, no. Little wonder you don't catch big fish. Just flip your lure out twenty feet. You have to understand the bigger fish are older fish and age and experience provide wisdom and they think of our boat as being the mother ship and come close to establish brotherhood or sisterhood."

"Who told you that crap?"

"No one. It just seems logical to me."

"Well it's just damn nonsense. Fuck Andrea, you are supposed to be mayor of our town, not a bimbo."

"That's hurtful."

Catching the tone that could mean tears Jefferson looked back at her and his thumb dropped on to the spinning reel and stopped it dead.

"Fuck, look what you made me do."

"That's a perfect cast, about 21 feet out; if only you were a believer asshole."

"Fucking dumb blondes," Jefferson muttered unaware his new bride was shaping up to cry.

"Christ!"

His reel screamed and he yelled, "What's this. Have we fouled?"

"We're not moving, stupid. It's a fish. You catch such assholes of little fish you don't recognize a big one."

"No fish can be this big."

"Believe me Jefferson, you're in the big league now. Your time to land your fishing dream has come."

The reel screamed and the fight was on.

After 20 minutes Andrea sai conversationally, "We don't have a gaff or a landing net aboard."

"Andrea, don't do this to me."

"Sorry."

"What can we do?"

"Let me think. I know, you stand behind me and I'll lean over, dig both hands into its gills and flip it into the boat, but if it's an eel I'm out of here."

There was a murderous feeling of tension in the air. No doubt she was being identified as the person who didn't think of loading a net or gaff. But who was captain of their boat with responsibility for checking what had been loaded? 'Bambo' of course!

There was a stir on the placid lake just to her left.

"It's a brown trout," she said excitedly, "and tiring."

"Andrea, don't fail me," Jefferson pleaded, sounding boyish and knowing the chat to pals that would be lost if the fish was not landed.

She didn't reply. Instead she waited until Brown Trout came alongside Mother ship, closed her eyes after taking aim, slid the outer hand into the gill but missed with the other hand, opened her eyes and slid the free hand under the belly and tossed the fish into the boat.

"Andrea, you fucking beauty. Ohmigod, look at it. Thirty pounds if it's an ounce."

"You're dreaming. A shade under twenty but still your largest fish by far. Want me to suck you off now?"

"Andrea, we have far more important things to do. We have to take this monster to the lodge and get it weighed."

"Ah yes, and I have to clean up," Andrea said, looking at the blood on her hand from brutally ripping through the gills of the fish. It had dripped over her right tit and down her belly. 

They landed and Andrea had to scamper nude to the cabin to get towels and clothes. Jefferson made it quite clear she couldn't be fully trusted to stay with his fish and guard it.

The trout weighed in at 19lbs 2oz. The manager consulted her book and said, "It's short of the state record but it's the biggest brown trout caught in this lake by just over five pounds and is also the heaviest fish caught in this lake by a pound and a half. Congratulations."

Puffed up in pride Jefferson asked, "How many people are resident here tonight?"

"Seven couples including yourselves."

"Could you please have my record size fish smoked and served cold this evening and invite everyone to be here to partake?"

"Very good Mr Robbins. What a lovely gesture. I'll get my husband to take your photograph with your monster now."

"Oh could you and Roland also join us for the entrée?"

"Thank you. We'll provide the wine for the entrée."

Thereafter their time at the retreat became full on with returned hospitality, tennis and beach ball tournaments, tramping around the lake and fishing contests. The guys and two women big into fishing listened in disbelief as Jefferson pontificated on 'his' mother ship theory but when he was seen to hook a 12lb striped bass just two rod lengths from the boat everyone turned believer. 

Rejuvenated by their action-packed holiday, the pair returned home and stayed the night at the Robbins' ranch house.

Over breakfast next morning Tim Robbins said, "Andrea, I hope you don't mind but Priscilla and the boys and I shifted you into Jefferson's and your new abode. We took great care with the wedding presents. I have a five-acre property in the rural part of the town, purchased to help out a buddy who's now left the area after his divorce.

"What? Why? Where?"

"It's only two miles from the town center dear and is a lovely home with three youngish women and their families living very close," Priscilla said. "With your induction on Friday morning we wanted you secure in your new home, all worries removed."

"Oh you darling people, thank you Priscilla and Tim."

"There's no rent to pay, I've signed the property over to you son."

"Thanks dad."

"Oh I'm so happy and life is going to be a breeze," Andrea laughed.

"Um, not so fast Andrea," Tim cautioned. "As you know Wide James also stood for election as a councilor in case his bid for the mayoralty went sour and he also missed out, but only just in winning a seat on the council. On the day of your wedding the James' attorney lodged an application for a recount of voting. Judge Rowland disallowed almost 200 votes and in the recount Wide James slipped in as the 7th councilor, displacing Mr Mason."

"Fuck."

"Andrea," Priscilla said, frowning.

"That's not all. On our reckoning that gives pro-James supporters four of the seven seats, so you will by a hamstrung mayor unless you can win support from at least one person in that James' faction and you'll have your vote to break any deadlock." 

Priscilla said, "Resign as mayor darling; don't bother taking on an uphill fight."

"No, the town voted for change and they damn well deserve to get it. Who is the attorney with the sharpest mind in this town?"

"Ask your confidant, Geoff Perkins. He may say Mrs Reeves, the town attorney," Tim said. "Any advice you take from her the council pays; use an outside attorney without authority of the council and you pay."

"Well let's all go and see our new house. I prefer to operate in excitement, not up to my neck in the trough of despair. Did you tell Tim about your fish again today darling? I think I counted five times from your conversations last night."

"Yes dear. I can wait to get out and tell the boys."

"After you have seen the house with me."

"Yes of course. Our home comes before anything else darling."

Priscilla shot a look at her son as if he were a new graduate from training school.

"We'll not be able to take too long," Andrea said. "I need to be in the office working for Geoff by 9:00."

On the way over in Jefferson's pick-up she took a call.

"Hello Jake. I hear you got on to the council via the back door."

"Any way is good enough. I suppose smart-ass Tim Robbins has also told you the James clan as you call it are back in effective control of the town?"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"What do you want Jake?"

"Take me to lunch and I'll tell you."

"Can you use a knife and fork?"

Jake sounded indignant. "Is that supposed to be a joke?"

Andrea sighed as said yes; it was not like her to be rude. "I'll meet you at Johnny's Bar and Grill at 12:30. We go Dutch."

"What's that?"

"We split the check."

"Aw."

"I don't get my council credit card until I'm sworn in."

"Oh, so I'm not worth a free lunch?"

"You said it Jake, not me. Believe what you wish. Bye."

"Bye."

Her husband said, "So the grease ball wants to deal even before your induction?"

Andrea sighed and said, "It appears that way Jefferson. Perhaps I should let you and the boys shoot him."

"Andrea!"

"Ooops, sorry darling."

* * *

Like a nymph on steroids Andrea, dressed in orange pants and a multi-color silk top flew into the offices of Pike's Point Transport and startled Geoff.

"Oh, you're back."

"Yes, hi. Great to see you again."

"And dressed like? What exactly do you call that outfit?"

"It's my concept of fashion and for men with fashion being a concept, it is difficult for them to understand. Answer me this, if I came in dressed in jeans and braless with my breasts flopping out of a moth-eaten top wouldn't that would be quite satisfactory for a trucking firm's office. Come on, answer honestly."

"I suppose so. But I don't want you going into the council offices dressed like Dolly Pardon out on the back lot of a film studio."

"Is Dolly still making films?"

"I don't know."

"Just how relevant is this conversation to reality Geoff?"

"Again I don't know. I'm worried about you."

"I'm not pregnant Geoff."

"Er, I'm not into that stuff. What I mean is Wide James has been elected on to the council by a judicial recount."

"Good for him."

"He probably has majority of support on the council, which puts your reforms on the backburner."

"Oh I don't know about that Geoff. He won't know a fuck about intellectual maneuvers."

Geoff turned puce. "Andrea, please. Shocking me with your language out in the boat is one thing but here in the office we comply with best commerce practice as set out in the Chamber of Commerce Manual."

"Fair enough, I need to be brought into line."

"Thank god you recognize that."

"I'm meeting Wide James for lunch today on his initiative."

"What does he want?"

Andrea sighed. "When you were a woman Geoff you'd learned early in your teens guys only have two objectives with a female: to get one over her or to get into her. It's primeval."

"It's disgusting. Males are just louses."

"Except you buddy. Now please allow me to wade into this pile."

"Okay, how did the honeymoon go?"

"Oh my husband drilled me legless..."

"Andrea, please. You are making Mrs Stewart on the switchboard and plotting our truck movements reach for her inhaler."

"Well don't ask me leading questions."

* * * 

She worked away thinking of her first visit to her new home. The house was lovely -- ranch style, stone walls, low pitched roof and doubled glazed and, according to Priscilla, "... room for six grandchildren... er I mean children."

"The land's not great but we'll put a couple of horses on here for your guys," Tim had said. "I understand these neighbors of yours ride out to picnic at Pike River, reaching a beautiful area that otherwise is only accessible by boat or chopper."

Andrea kissed Tim and he managed to grab a tit and squeeze without being noticed by his wife or son. "Thank you Tim, you have been so lovely to me and to Jefferson. You and Priscilla must come to dinner tomorrow as our first guests."

"Oh darling, we'd love that," Priscilla said. "You two will be so happy here and Jefferson has a quick back road route to the ranch."

Jefferson went off with his parents, leaving his pickup with Andrea to go into town for her lunch appointment.

The restaurant was very busy and Andrea was given the choice of a booth or a table with two chairs. She only sat in booths with people she liked.

Jake came in moping his brow.

"Hi Andrea."

"Hi Jake," she said and aware Jake would be looking at his chair she called in a loud voice, "Could someone bring an oversize chair over here."

Jake tried unsuccessfully to shrink out of sight.

Andrea made a mental note to tip the waitress who arrived with the chair and said, "God, sir what kind of diet are you on?" People around them laughed. Jack mopped his brow and sat down. 

Jake didn't waste time. "I control the council."

"I thought according to the American way that was the role of the mayor?"

"You're hilarious."

"You need a drink. Water?"

"Nah, a couple of bottles of beer."

Andrea ordered a glass of light white wine and a bottle of beer and noting Jake's sneer changed the order to four bottles of extra strength beer. She smiled and said to him, "You look a little over-wrought from the prospect of this meeting; you need strong beer to give you backbone."

"Andrea, I want you to set out your proposed work schedule for the year with emphasis on initiatives you intend bringing forward and I shall mark them off for you indicating which ones my colleagues and I will support and the ones that will be dead in the water."

"That's very patronizing of you but it would be inappropriate for me to do that, giving you the inside running so to speak ad that smells of corruption."

"Bullshit, that's how the council is run under James rule."

"Jake, please get up to speed. Times have changed and the James clan no longer has control. What we have now is something quite foreign to you; it's called open government."

Jake's beers arrived along with Andrea's wine. By the time she'd had two sips Jake had downed the contents of two of the bottles.

"How's Claire Jake?"

"Sore because she'd wanted to be the wife of the mayor."

"She sounds too ambitious for you."

"What does that mean?"

"She probably pushed you too hard and you lost sight of your target and faltered, that along with the pressure from the clan."

"Yeah, I was under pressure," Jake nodded, finishing the third bottle.

"And now Claire and the clan are keeping on the pressure."

"Yeah," he belched.

"Why don't you allow me to help you?"

"You?"

"Yes Jake, the mayor is expected to display leadership qualities so why don't you give me a list of all the things you and the clan wish to see achieved this year -- but leave out anything illegal or utterly outrageous, and I'll tick off what items I can support."

"You mean you'd do that for me?"

"Yes of course Jake. We need to move in a spirit of cooperation."

Jack smiled and scratched an armpit.

* * *

Andrea purchased a super cab F-150 from Colin Cole who owned the Ford Dealership and he gave her a great deal considering no trade-in was involved but as he said, it suited him to have the mayor driving a Ford as her private vehicle as well as being in the mayoral limo and the Robbins family dealt with him.

She drove home in her new vehicle and then rode her bicycle back to town to pick up Jefferson's vehicle. Arriving home she found Tim outside the small barn unloading two horses from a trailer.

"Hi, nice looking quarter horses. I guess the smaller one is meant for me?"

"Yeah, Jefferson wouldn't want it any other way. Help me with the saddles. This is Priscilla's old saddle."

"Oh for Jefferson or me?"

Lugging the larger saddle Tim grinned.

Inside the barn Andrea said, "Tim, you have been ever so kind. There is no way I can thank you."

Tim stared at here and licked his lips.

Andrea was appalled. "Tim no."

"Come on lovely young lady. There's a great way you can thank me."

Andrea stood still. God, she'd often thought of marriage when there was no marriage in sight but she'd never thought of cheating on her future husband. Christ, with his father! As nominally First Citizen she had standards to set and maintain as part of her role and... Tim was right up to her and began unbuttoning her shirt.

"No Tim."

"Come on baby, you want to thank me."

That was true. She had a lot to thank him for and although she was sure he'd not done that with a view of having a piece of her, she'd arrived at the wrong place at the wrong time and he'd seized the moment. She couldn't call him a scumbag... not Tim. She capitulated, knowing she was corrupting herself, becoming no better than the bad eggs in the James clan.

"All right, we can play around but no way will I allow you to fuck me Tim."

"Aw Andrea."

"No!"

"Okay."

He had her shirt undone so Andrea unsnapped her bra for him.

"Oh how I've longed to get my lips around these babies," he gloated.

Fucking men... always watching... always sizing up and wondering if the moment would arise. She sighed.

When Tim was showing signs of running out of interest in slobbering over her Andrea dropped to her knees and unbuckled and unzipped him. Tim was lean with a hard body -- an aged body. She pulled out something resembling a horse... a stallion. She almost shook with fear... fancy having that up her! She knew of course she could take it and even larger ones.

When Tim began breathing through his mouth and snorting he said, "Can I shoot over you."

Andrea said yes, thinking why not complete the humiliation and derogation.

As he belted up she slipped off her panties to wipe the white soup coating her face. She didn't bother with the mess in her hair. As she removed her panties he moved forward, interested, but grinned and backed away when she snarled, "Fuck off."

She offered coffee but Tim said he had chores to complete. "Can we do this again?"

"Yes, but I'd like a bit more tenderness from you; this time I felt you treated me like you would a whore."

"Oh okay, if that's what you want. No problem. A whore -- you? I don't think so darling."

After waving him off Andrea thought, well slut, and a long bath for you after showering first. She made a determined effort to remain cheerful and not wallow in recrimination. That moment had arrived and been rejected when Tim had placed his hand on her shirt. Oh wasn't he a lucky boy! In the bath she wondered if Geoff would want a BJ from her. God, he was even older than Tim. Here she was thinking of performing a service for senior citizens before she was even installed as mayor. There was one thing certain though: no member of the James clan would get her tongue wrapped around his cock or Andrea's tongue in her pussy. Andrea Robbins had standards. Yeah! She struggled with it and managed not to weep. 

Jefferson arrived home and like any guy straight off his honeymoon, wanted instant sex. He had Andrea's clothes off her before she had only time to ask, "How was your day. Your father delivered two horses and accessories."

"What are these marks on this breast?" Jefferson asked, having just thrown her on to the living room sofa.

Oh god, Tim and his teeth! "Dunno," she smiled, arching her back to capture his attention because her breasts looked really good when she did that. She lied, "Just bumps I suppose when I was climbing around the barn checking the hay in the loft. It's a problem girls have in sticking out like this."

"I like the way these stick out," her husband said softly. She took his cock in her hand and smiled, thinking this was the perfect size for her.




A Dumb Blonde as Mayor Pt. 02



"Fuck me," she whispered.

That really turned on Jefferson's motor.

After they cleaned up they wandered outside in the nude, one of the advantages of living without neighbors just over a close-by fence. Jefferson wanted to inspect her purchase and was moaning that he should have let her check it out first.

"I anticipated that so had Colin agree to a return in seven days unless fully satisfied."

"Ah, smart girl."

After he finished his inspection they hugged and kissed.

"Oh hello. I'm one of your near neighbors Nancy Waters. You guys look in great shape. It is a pleasure meeting you Mayor Robbins and your husband..."

"Jefferson and I'm Andrea. Sorry to be like this..."

"I'm thrilled. We have nude picnics over at the river. You must join us. I see you have horses."

Jefferson who'd moved in behind Andrea said to the horsewoman, "H-hi Nancy."

"Hi Jefferson. Come on, don't be shy. You are flaccid; have you two just have sex?"

"I-I'm not long home."

Nancy smiled and said that was the same and saying yes.

"I've fetched you over a cake and apple pie -- please take it from me Jefferson so I can get a good look at you."

Jefferson went bravely forth. After taking the offering he said, "Please come in for a drink -- be our first guest."

"I'd like that -- am I required to strip off?"

Jefferson thought about that. "No we'll throw something on."

Nancy appeared lovely. She stayed at home with a five-month-old baby. Kitty and Clark Williams had a year-old baby and Louie and Athol Sampson, last of their near neighbors, were hoping to become pregnant.

"About every three weeks we all meet at one of the homes for a shared dinner. It's at our home this Sunday, would you like to join the group?"

Andrea wanted time to think about that. If they had nude picnics what did they get up to at group dinners? But overly-friendly Jefferson accepted in a flash. Nancy giggled and said, "Is that a yes from you too Andrea?"

"Oh yes, what a lovely warm offer of hospitality."

Nancy looked steadily at Andrea. "We share more than food."

"Oh yeah, wine."

Nancy laughed at Jefferson's comment as if it were joke of the year.

"We are all tight-lipped professional people," Nancy said, back at eyeing Andrea.

Andrea swallowed. "I get the drift and will proceed cautiously. We do wish to be neighborly."

"Good, I'll talk to you tomorrow and give you profiles."

"Excellent and thanks."

"Get what drift and what's this about being cautious and profiles?" asked Jefferson, scratching behind his ear.

"Aren't men so uncomplicated," Nancy grinned and that endeared her to Andrea. Obviously they were on the same wavelength. She was blonde and perhaps a year older and that would make her twenty-seven. Andrea revealed she was a financial adviser and was servicing her clients from home until Michelle turned two.

"I'm a qualified accountant so can help you with your tax returns etc if you wish to engaged me. I work with Campbell Associates Financial Services. Grant Campbell and Eileen Campbell are my parents. Mom is one of your councilors."

After they kissed Nancy lightly and she left, Jefferson said, "There were parts of that conversation that got away on me. For instances, why would you proceed cautiously?"

"Darling, Nancy was telling us our six adult neighbors are into wife-swapping and after the others meet us on Sunday evening we might be invited to join them."

"But we are just married. Isn't that something you get into when the marriage goes stale?"

"It appears your youngish neighbors have not been aware of that darling."

"Well what do you think darling?" Jefferson said with great seriousness. "I feel I could fuck Nancy."

"And I feel the same way about her."

"Er, her husband you mean, sight unseen?"

"No I mean Nancy -- she's lovely."

"You mean you and Nancy... um... without men?"

"Who knows? I'm not committing to anything until feel very comfortable with it."

"Me too baby; I'm with you. Goodness, fucking four babes in an evening, including you, I might not make it to the ranch next day."

"Well, we don't know how the system works, do we? Perhaps you only take on your preferences from who is available?"

"Er this sounds complicated. I'd like it kept simple."

"Then should I run out and call Nancy back for a cozy threesome?"

Jefferson shuffled. "No, I don't think so. Not yet. Let's proceed cautiously, like you said. I won't their guys lining up to bang me."

"Yes quite and I can say women feel the same way about guys."

"What?"

"I think I should start dinner darling."

* * *

That evening over dinner Claire said to her husband, "Did you force that bitch's into line by setting out your demands?"

"No, there was a change. She got me to give her a list of the things we want to happen this year. I wrote out the list on a napkin."

"What a smart bitch. She now knows our strategies. If you fail to keep your support in hand she'd undermine your support and have you outvoted."

"Oh yeah? Not a chance."

"Where's your list with the items she's ticked off indicating she'll support those moves?"

"Ah she said it would be undemocratic for her to give me that insider information."

"And yet you gave her our list?"

"Yes... there's something not quite right here isn't it?"

"Damn right you idiot. You're sleeping in the spare room for the next three nights. You are astonishing Jake -- astonishingly pathetic."

Jake scowled and scowled again when he remembered when the check came for the meal the smart bitch had pushed it over to him and he'd paid it! So that's why she'd ordered extra strength beer! He grinned. The bitch thought like a James would think.

CHAPTER 2

Sitting in the back of the mayoral limo with Jefferson, the driver a perpetually grinning charmer called Jimmi Tyson, Andrea's conscience bugged her. She was going into a civic role knowing her personal standards had slumped, leaving her no better or little better than the people she criticized, usually silently, as being uncaring and cheats or even criminally corrupt. God, she couldn't go into a classroom again, ever, not after having sucked off her father. Those kids needed teachers who cared.

"Excited?"

"No Jefferson."

"Terrified?"

"Of course not. I seem caught in a state of ambivalence, having set out to do right for the town and now not sure I'm the right person to do that."

"May I say something ma'am?"

"Yes Jimmi."

"Being a driver I'm low down on the feeding chain as a council worker but all around I feel optimism and hear it stated. We know a new broom is coming. I heard what you said and I know what ambivalence means. Your are just nervous; I want you walking into this ceremony with a broomstick up your... strapped to your back and thinking positive thoughts like, 'These people are here, some of them because they are required to, but most because they want to be there to see the lady who will take this town and its people forward'. To do that ma'am you'll have to have a plan, as I'm sure you have, and you'll have to win people to your side, and sometimes those people will drift or even oppose you, but you must just cruise on, doing your best. You have to accept there will be times when you'll have to fight dirty, because sometimes that's the only way forward. Just take care ma'am, when you do that, and you come up smelling like roses."

"That's quite a speech Jimmi," Jefferson laughed. "So you make a habit of joining in backseat conversations?"

"Usually only when I have something to say that needs saying and usually only to someone I care about."

"Thank you Jimmi," Andrea said softly. "Your words impressed me. I'm new in this job so need all the help I can get."

Nearing the town the limo slowed. "We have to time our arrival," Jimmi explained

They arrived at the steps leading up to City Hall. Quite a crowd had gathered.

"Hi Mayor Robbins. Good luck," someone called.

"Thank you. It's lovely you guys bothered to do this for me. I feel wanted."

"Good for you Andrea."

"How was the honeymoon Mayor Robbins?"

"I was kept awake a lot."

The crowd roared with laughter and Andrea heard Jefferson whisper "Christ."

She and Jefferson walked up the steps to be greeted by the presiding official, Judge Rowland, and outgoing Mayor James and wife Gabriel.

"Good morning Mrs Robbins, I've been looking forward to meeting you and offering my congratulations," said the circuit judge.

"Thank you Judge Rowland. May I invite you to assist me if I stumble during the formalities? This is a big leap for me from grade teacher to mayor."

"My observation are you are more than capable of fulfilling the role Andrea, if I may call you that. In private I am Philip."

"Thank you Philip, you are very kind."

"Good morning you two, " Andrea said kissing Ivan and Gabriel. "I guess you are obliged to be here although people will want to express their thanks for your service to their community?"

"A bit of both," Ivan said. "I also want to see how you cope."

"You have promised to take Pike's Point forward Andrea so I'm really here in the hope that I'll be witnessing a renaissance."

"Oooh, steady on Gabriel. There will be people out there determined to make me eat humble pie."

"Right," said Philip. "To the elevator. I'll go into the room and when at the front I'll turn and announce your arrival as mayor and as mayor-elect. People will then stand and you'll enter, you Ivan and Gabriel, leading the way."

Mayor James introduced Andrea and Jefferson to the seven councilors and their partners and after the presentation of the certificate of election Andrea was inducted, taking the oath of office and then Judge Rowland invited her to speak.

"Hi everyone. This is a proud moment for me and I am humble that the majority of voters in Pike's Point have put their trust in one so young, as I'm only twenty-six. I shall discharge that responsibility placed in me to the best of my ability. I would like a united council supporting me but already have been informed that is not to be. That is simply a test of my mettle."

"I had a short speech rehearsed saying predictable things but will not proceed with that. Instead I will repeat something said to me by a clerk in the public works department who has the dubious part-time distinction of being my driver on official business. Mr Jimmi Tyson said to me in part, "Ma'am everyone working for the council knows a new broom is coming. I hope you'll walk into your induction ceremony thinking positive thoughts like 'These people are here, some of them because they are required to, but most because they want to be there to see the lady who will take this town and its people forward'. To do that ma'am you'll have to have a plan, as I'm sure you have, and you'll have to win people to your side, and sometimes those people will drift or even oppose you, but you must just cruise on, doing your best."

"Thank you Jimmi. Excellent thinking I must say. And I now have, thanks to you, my personal mission statement, 'Just cruise on, doing my best'."

People laughed and applauded and Jimmi looked very pleased.

"Finally I wish to thank as incoming mayor the contributions made to this town administration by the three retiring councilors and by employers and I thank outgoing Mayor James who says he's left everything in good shape for me. We will be seeing more of Ivan James. Under the powers just vested in me I will have established in this building a suitable office for Mr James and an assistant. I am appointing him to two new roles, harbormaster and chairman of the Marina Development Commission, details of which will be announced in due course and of course I shall have to take both schemes to council for budget and establishment approvals."

That drew applause and animated discussion.

After the three newly elected councilors were sworn in the seven left the room briefly to chose a deputy-mayor.

They returned to the room with the chief administrator who announced newly elected councilor Mr Jake James had been elected to the position. Jake looked at Andrea whose smile turned his scowl into a grin.

At the conclusion of the ceremony Andrea and her husband were invited by the chief executive officer Brittany Folks to a buffet lunch to meet senior officers and their partners.

Andrea whispered to Brittany, "Have Judge Rowland and Mr and Mrs James been invited to attend?"

"No."

"Is there any reason why they shouldn't be invited?"

"It's not customary."

"Then please invited them with my compliments."

"Yes ma'am."

"Brittany my name is Andrea. Please don't get snooty on me."

The lunch meeting was very useful. Almost everyone asked Andrea how on earth could she expect the Harbor Authority to approve a marina and where would it go to be sheltered. The public works director scored highly with her for vision and intelligence when he whispered, "Are you thinking of Jamieson's Swamp -- there's really no alternative."

"That's very astute of you Angus. Top marks."

Later Jake asked her in front of Claire and Gabriel, "What's this dodge of creating my dad harbormaster. I smell corruption."

Gabriel laughed and said, "Ignore him Andrea."

"No, it's a fair question. We need that wharf repaired and developed Jake. A part-time harbormaster will run out port and later will be given extended powers and responsibilities to run our marina."

"Marina, are you crazy? We'd have to go almost down to Mornington to get the shelter of the hills."

"Or we could go inland?"

"Ah yes, dredging and widening Pike River mouth. What's your estimate for that? Ten million bucks?" Wow, the local taxpayers would love you."

"I haven't got into estimates yet. First I have to get you and other councilors to decide whether the council should do the development or we should hand it out to private contractors."

"That's practically the same thing as the council doesn't have dredges and mining experience."

"Mining?"

"Yes, such development is very similar to open cast mining."

"Oh really? You seem to know enough to be considered to head this project."

"Huh?"

"Jake, for god sake she's practically giving you the responsibility on a plate. Say something intelligent," barked his wife.

"Oh Andrea, that sounds pretty cool. Something to get my teeth into eh? My and me mates probably know every person with a boat using Charlotte Inlet and the outfit Murray works for had a dredger and did the extension to Mornington's marina."

"We are boring the ladies Jake but thanks for your interest. We must talk more about this before my first council meeting. Look, why don't you arrange a meeting here after work with those of your mates with good thinking on boating needs in this part of the woods, although all the woods have virtually gone haven't they? I'd arrange finger food and beers. If it's just you and no more than four pals we could have the meeting in my office."

"Right I'll get on to that Andrea. Must go to talk to dad. Excuse me please."

As he waddled off his wife said to her mother, "Did you hear that mom? Jake just said excuse me. I'm straining to think if I've ever heard him say that to anyone."

"Well you know dear a bit of responsibility can give a man more backbone."

The three women giggled and Claire actually smiled at Andrea.

* * *

Soon after Jefferson had driven off to the ranch after changing, Andrea went out to greet an approaching vehicle.

"Hi," Nancy said, jumping out and they kissed. "I've brought a wee tot over to visit. Her name is Teresa."

"Oh isn't she a darling," Andrea said, although Teresa was sleeping. Please come in."

Nancy left Teresa on the kitchen table in her bassinet, asking if Andrea would show her through the house. "The couple who built this house fought all the time and weren't friendly so we only visited them twice. They finally split."

As they were coming out of the master bathroom Nancy said something and Andrea stopped to talk and Nancy almost collided with her. Andrea didn't back off; it was as if she wanted something to happen.

Nancy sensed it was on. She placed two fingers between Andrea's breasts and she drew them slowly over the fairly large left bump. "You have nice breasts."

"Thanks, I like you touching me... anywhere."

Nancy looked up and smiled and moved in and kissed and soon they were taking turns to suck each other's tongues.

"Am I safe from being busted in doing this with you?"

"Safe as houses, Nancy smiled. "God you are beautiful."

"Jefferson says we two are almost look alikes, so that makes you beautiful too."

"Isn't it lovely when we lie so outrageously like this?"

"It is just the best, flattery gets us everywhere."

Nancy said, "Want to undress?"

"Yes, and you too."

Minutes later Andrea was groaning, discovering her new friend had a very long tongue and knew how to use it. Almost an hour later, drunk with bubbling passion, Andrea licked another woman's ass for the first time.

After showering and when being invited to give Teresa her bottle Andrea looked at Nancy who was combing her hair. "You are such a lovely person Nancy."

"So you had to fuck me to find out?"

"No but it sure helped."

They laughed and their eyes met and they locked gazes.

"Would you hate me if I say I can't wait to get my hands on Jefferson."

"He'd like that."

"And you?"

"I'd be comfortable if it were you."

Nancy said good and then said, "Ah about something else. What are your thoughts about being asked to join our group? I'm keen but it has to be a unanimous decision."

"We would receive an invitation warmly. I'm thinking to check it out without a rush and wait to see what eventuates."

"That's good thinking. I anticipate although we'd agreed we wouldn't widen the circle when the others see you two there will be an adjustment to that idea."

When Jefferson arrived him a little ahead of his parents Andrea said Nancy had called to introduce her to Teresa and had invited Andrea to give Teresa her bottle.

"Ah, thinking babies are we?"

"I often do but think there's no rush although my target is to be pregnant before I'm thirty."

"I like the sound of that."

"You are such a darling man."

Jefferson held a neutral pose and said thank you, wondering what Andrea's reaction would have been had he told her what he'd been up to during the past hour.

* * *

Jefferson had set off for home early, thinking perhaps Andrea might like a bang before she began to get dinner ready and prepare for the arrival of his parents.

Six miles from home a short chick with auburn hair waved him down.

"Hi, trouble?"

"Hi, you must be Jefferson with the name Robbins's Ranch on your truck."

"Yeah."

"I'm Louie Sampson. I believe we were due to meet at Nancy's for dinner on Sunday?"

"Were we? That's fine. I wasn't given names. You're pretty."

Louie blushed and pointed to her car. "It overheated and I saw steam, so stopped."

"Sounds expensive although perhaps not. I'll take a look."

Three minutes later Jefferson said, "You're lucky; it's very minor, that is if you stopped as soon as you saw steam."

"I did, honest. But it's an old car, practically worthless."

"Jump in -- here let me help. You smell nice."

"Thank you and I guess you also checked out my legs?"

"Yeah, and your ass. You seem to be on to guys?"

She grinned and said they were pretty basic so no hard work was involved.

"Right, direct me to your home. We need to get four gallons of water and fill the radiator. The clip holding the bottom hose of the radiator has gone and the hose came adrift."

Ten minutes later Jefferson had reconnected the hosepipe and said it would probably hold on the short drive home if she drove slowly. A new hose clip could be purchased from any vehicle service center. Advise you husband it he should also add antifreeze -- the vehicle handbook will give the correct ratios of water to antifreeze."




A Dumb Blonde as Mayor Pt. 02



"How can I thank you?"

He grinned and said a kiss would be fine.

"Right, follow me home."

In the garage Louie said, "There was danger of being seen out on the road.

"I was thinking of just a little kiss."

"I wasn't"

She kissed him hungrily and he kissed her back just as energetically.

Louie reached down and began unbuckling his belt.

"Um Louie, I've been working and will be sweaty."

"So will I after we're finished."

She got him away well, swallowing and he sat her on the workbench and went to remove her panties but found she wasn't wearing any.

"I usually just wear a dress," she said. 

Well she did have small tits. The workbench was a great height to lick her out and Jefferson soon had her yelling.

"God, you're good at that."

"Thank you ma'am. I must say watching you swallowing me was a real treat."

Jefferson then banged her, there been no other work for it. She thrust back at him like crazy and yelled at him to hit her hard and bite her nipples.

"Harder, harder!" she yelled.

Jefferson didn't know if she meant with his thrusts or hanging on to her nipple with his teeth so he increased his administrations of both and she screamed and squeezed him, making him come much earlier than he'd intended and she slumped and he caught her.

"You fuck brilliantly. Off you go. Athol comes home around this time."

Jefferson was out of there like a rocket.

He drove home a big smile on his face thinking what a wonderful way to meet a neighbor and hoped Andrea would now be busy getting dinner. Hell, he must remember to kiss her intently.

The dinner was perfect, really perfect, and only then did Jefferson realize he'd married a wonderful cook. Of course at the other house the clapped out oven had refused to get to full heat and that would have made it difficult. He'd watched his mom's eyes each time he'd fetched in the three courses. Now there was a great cook. Even so her eyes had lit up and the stuff Andrea had called Beef Wellington -- it sure tasted good. He'd watched his mom take her first bite and her eyes rolled up in delight as she cooed, "This is sensational." He proudly rubbed his wife's ankle with his boot and she berated him afterwards for ruining a new expensive pair of stockings. Gee, you can never please a woman. The way his father was staring at Andrea sure showed he appreciated her cooking.

On Saturday morning they saddled up. Jefferson was keen, rarely being on a horse these days and yet as a kid lived most of the daylight hours on one. Andrea had learned to ride as a kid at riding school in St Louis and had kept riding whenever the opportunity arose even if it meant hiring a horse. She headed them across the road from their entranceway and opened a gate, getting down to do it before he moved lazily to dismount. She said it was an unformed road that Nancy said led a mile and a half to the river but to be careful.

"Be careful," Jefferson snorted. "I could drive my F-150 down here while reading a newspaper and drinking coffee. A few hundred yards on they picked their way carefully down a steep path, forded the shallow waterway that obviously became a raging torrent after cloudbursts and up the other side. They came across two more gulches though not as rugged as the first one.

"Enjoying yourself darling?"

"Yeah, good being on a horse again."

She laughed and said that was the same for her. They were good quiet horses.

"I'm hungry."

"Oh, what did you bring to eat and drink dear?"

"Oh crap."

"Luckily I packed a saddlebag."

"I love you Andrea."

"I bet."

They arrived at the river. Trees lined their side and they looked across at sandstone cliffs. Ungrazed grass grew on the flood zone between the river and the bank and below the two foot high scoured bank was sand that apparently escaped being scoured because the excessive water during floods spilled down the grassed river flats. Sun was shafting through the trees so after giving the horses a drink in the river they tethered them and sat down to enjoy the tranquility. Bird life was abundant.

"Want to take you clothes off?" he asked.

"If you'd thought of bringing a rug I may have said yes."

"What about in the grass?"

"I don't want creepy crawlers over my skin."

"Oh."

"Are you thinking of fucking me?"

"Well, now that you mention it, yes."

She laughed and said why hadn't he said so. She undressed and sat over him.

They enjoyed their time of very close contact.

"Ohmigod, look at this cum running out of me"

"It's one of the great sights known to man."

"I bet and only a man would say that," she laughed. "Did you bring a towel?"

They rode back at pace wherever they could, enjoying the outing.

"Horse riding is so enjoyable with you," he said. The comment sounded too sincere to be a tease.

They were riding at a walk though rough terrain. She said sweetly, "Thank you."

"Have you worked out your tactics to try to circumvent the pro-James blockade?"

"I began my strategy before the election and that was to make Jake to appear an even greater loser than he is and to undermine his father's loyalty to Jake and the clan.

"By making him harbormaster of a non-existent port?"

"Don't forget chairman of the marina development commission."

"Oh yes, of course. So those two projects get council support because daddy tells Jake support them or else. That's brilliant Andrea."

"And I'll be placing Jake to head the team that actually plans and drives the marina development."

"Oh no that imbecile will wreck the scheme."

"Probably no more than I would and actually he knows more about the engineering aspects than I do and he's into boating and ought to be able to win the confidence of the Port Authority people, talking their language, and all the time his father will be watching him like a hawk, making sure Jake doesn't screw up and of course at Jake's side will be our public works director of his deputy."

Jefferson grinned and said, "With Jake on-side on the marina project and having to support the port development because of his father's involvement every time your push for approvals at council meetings for those projects you do so with majority support. And I suppose if you can stimulate interest in your new airport concept Jake will have a key role in that?"

"For a cowboy you have quite a political mind Jefferson. No wonder I have the confidence to let you do what you do to me."

"I'm proud of you darling."

"Oooh."

Next morning Andrea began setting out the kitchen to best suit herself and wanted Jefferson out of the way so she sent him to the supermarket with a shopping list.

He was wheeling the trolley around, filling it and bumping into other shoppers or their trolleys through looking too intently as a nicely moving ass or a great pair of tits or even just a great smile. He was fixed on a great ass up ahead when someone called to the owner, "Hi Kitty' and he accidentally crashed his trolley into that ass.

"Oh, looking at my friend Maria were we?" she said icily.

"To tell you the truth I lost focus; I had been looking at your ass?"

The brunette with a white streak through the center of her hair lost her smile. "I beg your pardon."

"I can't help it; it's part of me DNA that goes back 30,000 years."

She actually smiled. "God that's original. Being conditioned to pee goes back just as long. Make sure you don't pee your pants."

She began walking off.

"Wait!"

"What is it?"

"Are you Kitty?"

"Yes, you heard Maria call me that. Now that's not..."

"Kitty Williams?"

"Yes, I'm Kitty Williams."

"Hi, I'm Jefferson Robbins, we are having dinner tonight with you and your husband at Nancy's home."

"Oh hi Jefferson, welcome to our neighborhood. Clark knows your father as for the past three years we've purchased weaned steer calves off him. We live on 100 acres that adjoins your property. You can see our house from that entrance to your property. I apologize from not being down to welcome you and your wife -- Andrea isn't it."

"Oh that's okay."

As they chatted vacuously as newly-met people tended to do, octopus-like reaching for common or noteworthy ground, Jefferson watched the tits in the shape of kids' balloons creating a slowly changing but very restrained ballet across her chest he thought of sliding his lubed cock between them and..."

"I was asking whether..."

Huh? She was asking him something. "Sorry I missed that."

"I was asking do you guys have good TV reception?"

What the fuck was she talking about? Then he knew, "Oh are you into sport?"

"No," she said, looking at him as if he were from Jupiter.

She tried again. "Are you pregnant."

Ah, smart bitch... a test to check that he was listening. "That is a condition unknown to guys."

She laughed and said no, she meant them as a couple. Was his wife pregnant?

"Nah unless she'd hiding it from me."

And that about ended the conversation. As Kitty trundled off with her trolley Jefferson was reminded he didn't much like cats. Dogs were his thing. 

When Andrea and Jefferson were in the bathroom, getting in each other's way in the race to get ready to go out as some couples tend to do, he asked, "If group fucking is on tonight are you going to join in?"

"I really don't now. I'm beginning to have reservations; it would end my political career if it went wrong and ended up in the Sunday newspapers."

"Yeah, I suppose so."

"I was thinking if I did branch out I should restrict my association to just one person from that group."

"Who?"

"I don't know, Nancy I suppose; she lives closest." 

"You mean Derek her husband don't you?"

"Well I haven't met him and I don't like the name Derek?"

"Oh that makes sense. What's it like doing it woman to woman?"

The eyeliner missed its mark. Fixing that up Andrea said, "I'll tell you when I find out."

"Oh okay."

"It would be great if she was keen for a threesome."

Unsure of how to reply Jefferson said, "Who Nancy?"

"Yes, we were talking about Nancy."

"Well I suppose if you wanted that to happen I could be interested."

"Well don't bother even thinking about it unless you are confident you could take care of both of us together."

"I'd been hoping you, me and Sandra Jones could get together but then along comes that cop."

"Well since the wedding she and Guy have been in Mexico -- she is mixing attending a law conference with a vacation. So what's your answer?"

"I'll think about it. I' worried about being on a bed or a blanket with other horny guys climbing over me to get at cunt. They might settle for my butt."

"God you think of horrible things. You need to separate yourself with pussy. If you want to play around I suggest you stay with Nancy or me or Kitty or Louie."

"I don't like the name Kitty."

Exasperated, Andrea said, "Well Louie then."

"If you insist."

"Jefferson, for fuck sake, I'm not insisting anything. I'm proposing having a fling with Nancy if she measures up -- it was you who drew her to my attention -- and I'd not want you to miss out."

"I put Nancy on to you?"

"You said we look like twins."

"Oh, I see. So that's a license to fuck her?"

"You are being silly now. Go and get coffee for us and that will give me more room to finish off here."

Andrea made them late as she kept changing her dress and shoes and when after two years, or so it seemed to Jefferson, they arrived to find everyone there. It was lively and friendly although Jefferson did comment to Andrea that the other three guys looked like tired bulls.

She laughed so much that other conversations stopped and Nancy asked her to share the joke.

"Oh it was private."

"Honey," Nancy said, eyes twinkling, "we share everything around here and I mean EVERYTHING."

Jefferson's belly tightened as he prepared for Andrea to drop him into the crap and put him offside with the guys and their wives.

"Jefferson whispered to me that he'd forgotten to wipe my lipstick from his cock before we left home."

The people looked stunned although Jefferson was laughing, if that cackled croak could be classified as a laugh. Finally there was other weak laughter. Their hostess Nancy laughed loudest and said 'Good one Andrea" but that was offset by Kitty saying in a horrified voice, "Andrea, you are our mayor."

"Oh Andrea, tell us how mayoral duties are going," Nancy said desperately.

CHAPTER 3

Andrea and Jefferson drove the short distance home laughing all the way.

"That Kitty, you were right about her," Andrea laughed. "She's sure I'm a sex maniac."

"Yeah and by the look on Derek's face you won't get his derrick anywhere near you."

Andrea laughed hysterically. "Yeah what a poor match-up those two are. Nancy is far too lively for him. She is probably getting it off frequently outside the group activity with Clark and Athol. Oh I say baby, if you were looking to plant your dick in one of them I'd concentrate on Louie. For half the night she had her eyes on you."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Although she's short she's a bit of all right, huh?"

"If you say so," Jefferson said meekly.

"She's probably thinking of targeting you to get her pregnant as it appears Athol is not firing live rounds."

"Huh, what does that mean?"

Andrea sighed. "He could be impotent."

"Oh. Um, would you mind?"

"Of course not providing I don't know about it."

Huh?

"Drive faster darling. I'm horny," she said, rubbing his erection under his trousers.

They raced for the bedroom Andrea's phone went. The caller was Nancy so she stopped, allowing Jefferson to go to the bathroom first.

When he emerged he found Andrea looking slightly shocked.

"What's the matter?"

"That was Nancy, apologizing for the prissiness of some of her friends."

"How can they be prissy when they're into wife-swapping and group sex?"

"That's just it; apparently they're not."

"What? But you told me..."

"I know. Sorry darling, just a misunderstanding. They are nudists with an overlay."

"You mean nudists but they wear clothes?"

"No darling, wrong end of the stick," Andrea said, grabbing his erection. "Kitty belongs to a religious group and calls herself her neighbors their spiritual leader. When they are nude she administers to them. It's apparently called 'laying of hands'. Nancy participates but things its dopey, that Kitty is a member of a wacky sect."

"You have to show respect and religious tolerance dear."

"I know Jefferson, those words dopey and wacky came from Nancy."

"Yeah, who's very much like you?"

"Darling please leave me space to camouflage myself. It appears Nancy is even more outspoken than me."

"So did you ask Nancy to confirm as a group they're not fucking their eyeballs out?"

"Jefferson, don't be so crude. I'd never speak to Nancy like that. I asked casually was their any sexual activity within the group. She giggled and said she wished but most of them were sexual prudes including her own husband. He wouldn't talk to her for almost a week after she asked him to give it to her up her ass."

"Oh dear."

"She said she'd be the only promiscuous one in the group although she thought perhaps Louie might have an inclination."

"Oh really. I think that shock disclosure has put me off sex for a few hours."

Andrea sighed. "Me too. I wonder if those prudes voted for me? I'll wake you up during the night when I feel ready."

Next morning when Jefferson was heading for the ranch he noticed only one vehicle in the Sampson's garage -- Louie's. He stopped and reversed back.

Jefferson walked through the garage to the door into the house when it opened. Louie greeted him and pulled her dress hem to well above her waist and smiled, hugely. She was primed, ready for the laying of hands.

Andrea was in the office by 7:00 and had everything up to date by 11:15 so her boss Geoff took her to early lunch. The other five workers in the office appeared jealous but Andrea was not embarrassed at being Geoff's pet. She'd have to perform fellatio on him soon -- would they if also asked? But wait, she thought. She'd been wrong about the group so could be wrong about Geoff.

Over their leisurely lunch Geoff fed her heaps more information. On this occasion he gave his opinion on the strengths and weaknesses of all councilors including the three new ones and the senior executives. Andrea was meeting them all at 1:00 to discuss assigning 'portfolios' to councilors.

"Have the discussions today but resist assigning portfolios today but do indicate your thinking and wait. Your phone will begin ringing and some department heads will be whining about working with a particular councilor and councilors will call giving you new information about themselves and their interests. I suggest you call another meeting for Friday afternoon to announce your decisions. Councilors get appearance money to attend meetings so won't mind how many you call but make it early afternoon because some will want to get away on Fridays to their cabins or whatever."

"Geoff you are being so helpful to me and I'm so grateful."

He poured more wine and leant forward. "Grateful enough to take it up the ass from me?"

Andrea spluttered her wine over his aged face. "Oh Geoff, I'm so sorry. Here, allow me..."

"No it's okay. Just a few spots, I've got them. Look, I apologize... I should not have dropped that on you so abruptly."

"That's true. God it was such a shock you naughty boy."

"I have apologized."

"Yes of course, and I thank you for asking, but the purpose of my ass is principally to sit on."

"Yes I know and because you're only just married I thought your pussy would be out of bounds to me."

"Yes quite. Thanks for being so thoughtful Geoff."

"You're welcome," he said, looking disappointed. "So that's that."

"Oh I don't think so." Andrea said slyly. "I feel obligated to give you something as you are being a real pal to me."

"It's okay, you are actually a great find, more than pulling your weight in the office."

"I'm prepared to suck you off."

Geoff sighed. "Jan and Alice in the office already do that for me occasionally. They're good girls."

Andrea smiled, "Suck you with a finger up your butt."

Geoff almost swallowed Andrea with the size of his grin. "Oh Andrea, that would seen me over the moon."

Two days later Jimmi drove Andrea accompanied by Jake to Mornington to make courtesy calls to its police department that provided back-up for Pike's Point, to the Chamber of Commerce and then to City Hall where Jake learned of the replacement airport proposal. He boggled when told it had been Andrea's idea.

"We've had an aviation outfit do some air and ground tests," said Mayor Lord and have received back its appraisals and we sent that to state government requesting urgency and lo have received back a green light to commence planning. State-sourced funding and cooperating will be available because the runways can be built long enough to be of strategic importance nationally."

Jake's eyes bulged when the chief executive said, "Just as you suggested would happen when you made your submissions to us Andrea. We are ready to make a public announcement as you as your council confirms that land will be made available to us, the purchased price assessed as valuation as an airport development rather than purchased as low-fertility farmland."

"Our council meeting is next Monday guys, will have a green light decision to you next morning, won't we Jake?"

"Sure thing Andrea. This new council wishes to build on existing relations with Mornington."

God, who'd been rehearsing Jake, Andrea thought.

"Great and once we get that we'll work in with you guys on the water and wastes schemes as previously discussed," said the CEO.

Outside on the steps Jake wiped his brow. "Where is this proposed airport site?"

"The former Mulligan Ranch that covers 22,000 acres and is in the rural section of our town."




A Dumb Blonde as Mayor Pt. 02



"Christ that's brilliant although there will be angry outbursts about aircraft movement noise."

"The site is twelve miles from the city and the prevailing wind goes parallel to the town."

"Does it?"

"Yes."

"And what is this about water and water-borne wastes?"

"Our systems are practically clapped out. We have three alternatives: spend multi-millions constructing new systems to current standards or hooking into Mornington's systems with long pipelines and pumping stations or we just go straight out to the airport and to hook up to Mornington's system the city will pay to bring that long distance from the city."

"That's brilliant."

"In theory yes, but their negotiators will be greedy."

A VIP lunch awaited them at the Harbor Authority. Jake ate most of it.

The CEO, still looking at Jake in astonishment and eyeing the almost empty table, said dryly, "And now to business. Clive?"

"Well good news Andrea," said the chairman. "We have secured loans backed by the County because of the savings the roll-on, roll-off ferry service will have on roads and the probable reduction in road accidents. We have secured decisions of three of the five communities to commit to using our service and providing a ferry landing facility at their end. We of course await your community's response."

"You'll have that on Tuesday morning. On Monday night at our council meeting Jake will be proposing we participate 100%. We can guarantee majority support for that, can't we Jake as it will stimulate business in our town."

"Yes, right. We're behind it 100%," Jake said, belching.

"Oh excellent," said the CEO. "We already have purchased two suitable roll-on, roll-off vessels in Hong Kong, built to Swedish standards which are high, and they are presently being modified to standards of our country. The smaller vessel is necessary to provide a standby service."

"What in case the bigger ferry sinks."

"No Jake," said the CEO, dabbing at his forehead. "During routine survey and perhaps electrical breakdown. Help me out here Clive."

"Well Andrea, we were thrilled when you called to advise that your town's immediate past-chairman Ivan James was being appointed harbormaster. To us that demonstrates your level of commitment. Because Pike's Point is the largest by far of the five communities other than Mornington to benefit from our service, we invite you to nominate someone from your council to accept a seat on our board for a term of one year. We hope it will be you."

"Oh thank you Clive but I shall appoint Jake as he is up to speed with boats, shipping, dredging and all that sort of thing."

"Jake?" said the chairman, glancing at Jake's near demolition of the earlier food-laden table.

"Yes Mr Chairman, I accept." He then turned to look at Andrea as if she'd just knighted him.

Jake staggered into the back seat of the limo and immediately fell asleep so Andrea sat in the front with Jimmi. They chatted and laughed and sang a couple of songs and then she said, "Tell me about the corrupt ways of the James mob during all your years with the council Jimmi?"

His eyes said no.

Andrea read the buttons on the console between them and operated the button for the glass divider that sealed off the back passenger compartment.

"Well," Jimmi sighed, "for a start the best surfaced streets in our town pass the residences of the James clan. This limo has been used to take James wives or daughters shopping in Mornington..."

Jimmi and Andrea were back to singing when there was a knock on the divider.

"Christ he'll want to get out to be sick," Andrea said. 

But no, Jake was fine after his nap and wanted to join in the singing. To Andrea's astonishment Jake, a baritone, sang really well.

On Friday afternoon the meeting to announce portfolios went really well. Andrea had taken more than thirty calls from councilors and officials suggesting changes, often for highly critical reasons. She worked closely with the CEO and COO (chief operations officer) so all but two appoints were accepted without dispute. The previous chairman of finance Cr Brian Oaks (a pro-James councilor) was livid his finance portfolio had gone to new councilor Archie Paynter, president of Inlet Bank.

"This is a disgrace, a decision of unbelievable incompetence," yelled Brian Oaks, a plumber. "How can you ignore a person of my experience and competence and split water and sewerage disposal from the works portfolio and give them to me. I'm resigning."

"Sit down and shut up Brian. Everyone, unless you are a councilor or a chief or a director I want you to leave the room."

"Right everyone, this discussion is highly confidential. I have read through dozens of reports and read decisions legally kept from public scrutiny and we have twin problems on our hands. For a least eight years council has buried warnings from our public works director that our public water reticulation quality is unsatisfactory and our sewage system is crapped out, if I may use that term. I have not spoken to our director about this yet; I am basing my comments on reports. It is beyond my comprehension that past councils chose to sweep these matters aside and did nothing. Absolutely nothing. Christ, if there was an outbreak of disease through the failure of either system we could all be up for criminal neglect. Think about it!" 

Andrea stopped talking for a couple of minutes to allow people to talk to those alongside them.

"Right at Monday night's meeting I propose instructing the public works director to began preparing plans for the replacement of our sewage and water reticulation and processing systems and examining the various options, one of which would be running pipelines out to the former Mulligan Ranch that we own. I can advise you that the ranch is now a hot prospect to become the site of this region's new airport. Preliminary investigation results and state government interest have been very positive and you'll probably read big stories about this in tomorrow's Mornington Gazette. But if that development doesn't come soon enough then perhaps we will build our own treatment plants on that land and dispose of the treated sewage effluent over 22,000 acres of land we already own. Who knows? Or perhaps we simply progressively replace our existing systems. Who knows? We will await reports that will be sought with great urgency and that ought to get us off the hook of accused of knowingly burying a potential civic disaster in the event of a disastrous outbreak of disease."

"Is there any opposition to this move?"

A few noes were voiced.

"Do I have any support for this move?"

The room shook with shouted affirmations.

"Thank you. This meeting is now over."

"Ma'am?"

"Yes Jake."

"Presuming I'm speaking for everyone here, may I say your revelations have rocked us to the core and we are solidly behind you, 100%."

Everyone applauded and Andrea, no longer sweating, did her best to look humble and thanked Jake.

At 5:00 Jake came into her office with three buddies to discuss development of a marina. Even Jake boggled at the spread of food and the sight of two dozen bottles of beer.

Surprisingly the meeting was very productive, leaving Andrea feeling she could push ahead with the marina with confidence. One of the guys introduced to her as 'Bugs' gave her an email survey of rural people living up to 50 miles beyond the town, all 122 respondents expressing keen interest in the prospect of being able to lease a marina berth for a minimum of five years.

"But they are not townspeople," Andrea had said, really not thinking.

"That's true said Jake but they shop here in town and use our restaurants and professional services and some have parents as town property owners and some of them will retire here and above their money is good and the competition for berths will ensure the marina development is self-funding."

"Yes of course Jake, good thinking."

Andrea drove home tired, a little drunk and very happy. It had been a big day for her and she now had Jake eating out of her hand and in positions where he'd be unable to do too much harm.

She was soaking in the bath, drinking more wine, and heard the house phone go. Jefferson came in and said it was Wilmot Lodge on Lake Wilmot where they'd booked a cabin for the next night. 

"The honeymoon chalet is available and the manager said it's ours for payment of another hundred bucks. What do we say?"

"Say yes."

Jefferson returned and soaped her back. "All done. It actually has sofas that convert into beds, should we ask mom and dad?"

"We could ask Nancy and Derek to join us. They are our nearest neighbors and they may like a break; that is if you don't mind being away with their baby."

"No, I saw Nancy in the farm supplies shop two days ago buying a new bridle. The kid looked at me and she picked it up and made me hold it. The kid actually smiled and blew bubbles at me."

"Fine, that sounds promising. Give them a call and don't forget to apologize for the short notice."

Jefferson came back and topped up her glass saying Derek said they had his mother staying with them and she was looking forward to be taken into Mornington tomorrow for the floral festival."

"Mom and dad?"

"Yes of course."

He called them but Tim said they were having people for dinner tomorrow night.

"You didn't know that?" Andrea scolded.

"Um, sort of forgot."

"God you men are all the same. If it doesn't involve you you're not interested."

He looked crestfallen. 

"Come here you jerk," Andrea said kindly. Just then his phone went.

"Okay, that's fine," he said to the caller. "Yes I agree. Oh we were thinking about 10:00. Yes, Bye."

"So Nancy and Derek can come now and his mother can driver herself to Mornington?"

"No that's only partly correct. Nancy is coming with us. Derek said a break from the baby would be fine for her. We pick her up at 10:00."

Andrea smiled, picking up her wineglass. "Oh that's lovely. I'll be able to have extended conversations while we're away." Then he voice turned excited, "Oh fuck, do you know what this means?"

"No what?" But then a stupid grin appearing on Jefferson's face indicated he was also up to speed.

They set off at 10:15 with both women sitting in the back. Part of the delay had been Nancy jumping out twice to kiss baby Teresa and to remind Derek and his mother yet again to phone her if the slightest thing was wrong.

At last there were heading for the lake.

"Nancy we are going fishing. Why all your stuff; you look as if packed enough to be bringing your kid."

"You mean my baby."

"Yeah, that's what I said."

Nancy ignored that but said, "He name is Teresa."

"Right, Teresa... lovely name."

"Oh thank you Jefferson. You are so sweet. Well one bag is full of clothes, and I have my make-up bag because we ladies must look at our best for you, and the heaviest bag if full of food and fine wines. The other bag that rattles contains three vibrators, four butt plugs and a range of dildos plus enough lube to last us a week. What's he like to fuck Andrea?"

"Oh I imagine he's excited about getting at your butt."

"Oh Jefferson PLEASE -- you can camp in it all this afternoon if Andrea doesn't mind."

Andrea laughed. "That's a great idea. I'd had a really big day yesterday and could do with a nap."

"A big day you said, by that did you mean screwing?"

Jefferson didn't think that was funny but the howling hyenas in the back seat certainly thought it was. He sighed, hoping he could keep it up to meet all demands and they'd find time to go fishing. He was looking forward to teaching Nancy about 'his' mother ship theory as the way to catch big fish.

THE END



A Dumb Blonde as Mayor



"I saw him toss the bottle which exploded on the roof," Jefferson said. "Is that what you mean by um, collateral evidence?"

"Collaborating evidence – indeed it is. Give your statement to Constable Higgs and be polite to her unless you wish to be arrested. She's toey because she is missing out attending a party tonight."



An hour later, having coffee and a meat pie in the home of the Coleman's, Jefferson was asked by Angela, why had he called on her only two hours before midnight?

"Dad had called saying you appeared to like me which was contrary to what I'd told him... I'd said you thought I was an asshole. He told me to get over to you and sort it out while I still had a chance?"

"What kind of chance?"

"I don't know."

Mr and Mrs Coleman and Andrea looked decidedly puzzled. Andrea told Jefferson to continue.

"I was twenty-two miles out from the homestead herding twenty-two stroppy bulls and just when we were almost at the pasture all hell broke loose and a gang fight was on. The big roan took a dislike to Lenny and tossed Lenny still on his ranch bike over a fence, knocking him out. So I shot the roan. He had been causing trouble throughout the drive but unfortunately I now had 1700lbs of dead bull blocking my route back to the house. So we had to get the remaining bulls under control and into their fresh pasture before I could  hogtie the roan and wait for dad to arrive in the chopper to airlift it to the farm abattoir. I had to return and then help dad pull the skin off the carcass and then go to mom to give me a haircut. I then showered and changed and put on perfume and drove into town and arrived here just on 10:00. Don't you see, I couldn't have arrived any sooner?"

"Aw, you did this for me," Andrea said, loosening the top of the sheet a bit so Jefferson could confirm he was dealing with a woman.

"Aw," Mrs Coleman said, dabbing at her eyes.

"Aw, to think I was fucking woken up to witness this piece of crap," Mr Coleman snarled.

Jefferson said dangerously softly, "Watch your mouth buster or I'll rearrange your teeth."

"Bathroom," yelled Mr Coleman, racing off.

Mrs Coleman said she'd make up a bed for Andrea and her hero.

"No thanks Mrs Coleman. I must court Andrea before I bed her."

"No Jefferson, I don't mind, truly. I want you to jump into bed with me. Desperately actually."

"No Andrea, you are a bit flighty. I want our relationship established on bedrock, nothing less will do. I don't want you believing I regard you as being auspicious."

"Darling I think you mean promiscuous and certainly not auspiciously promiscuous as that would leave even me a little breathless and sexually on a tangent heading towards indescribably licentious wantonness."

"Calling yourself a wanton slut eh?" sniggered Mr Coleman, returning from the toilet.

Jefferson snarled, "You fucker" and pinned him against the wall with a strong hand around Mr Coleman's throat.

"Leave him," yelled the women and the arrival of the police forensic team ended that potential fracas. With a sweet kiss Andrea sent Jefferson home and invited him to call on her at her new home whenever he wished – in the daytime.



* * *

At 11:30 on Friday, with Andrea having successfully applied for suspension from school to allow her to contest the election, she arrived outside city hall to prepare to lodge her nomination in the box just inside the entrance.

Just then a van pulled up and four masked men, all dressed in black and carrying axe handles, jumped out. Six men from Robbins's 2-RR Ranch emerged on the balcony above the entrance, rifles at the ready and the four masked men tumbled into the van and it drove off in a cloud from smoking tires. 

Andrea lodged her nomination.

At 11:55 the same white van drew up outside City Hall and the elegantly dressed Jake James puffed up the steps and lodged his nomination.

The Town Hall clock began striking out noon and Mayor James emerged from the building and stood at the top of the steps. He turned to watch the city's chief executive unlock the box and emerge carrying two envelopes. The CEO opened the first envelope and said it was in order and repeated that confirmation with the contents from the second envelope.

"Nominated for the mayorship are Mr Jake James and E Finn. As Mayor of Pike's..."

Six armed men, rifles lowered, emerged from the foyer and circled the mayor. Jefferson said, "Please Mr Mayor, read out the names as per the nomination forms."

The mayor wiped his forehead.

"Nominated for the mayorship are Mr Jake James and Miss Andrea Finn. As Mayor of Pike's Point I declare both nomination forms have been received, duly lodged on time and are correctly filled in and because there is more than one candidate an election is necessary. Thank you for attending."

The crowd at the bottom of the steps comprising five people and a dog dispersed.

"So Miss Finn, we meet at last."

"I hadn't assumed you were seeking to meet me Mr Mayor?"

The mayor flicked a finger around his tightening shirt collar. "Would you care to join me for coffee Miss Finn?"

"No thank you Mr Mayor, I have an important appointment with my hairdresser. Oh, I will be requesting an audit of council financials and operations as soon as I become mayor. Please make sure all money unaccounted for is in order before then and any missing machinery and unpaid for work on any of your family or friends' properties are accounted for or paid for before I take office. Oh, and check that all claimed expenses are considered fair and reasonable by any right-thinking auditor. Normally I would not wish to be the person to put you to jail for any misdeeds Mr Mayor, but someone has to be prepared to do it. If you are clean you have no problem, right? Good afternoon."

The now purple-faced mayor scowled at the back of the departing mayoral candidate.

Jefferson came up behind Andrea and blew into her hair. "Hi, how about you and I slope off and become a little better acquainted?"

"That's a thought Jefferson and thank you for what you and the boys did for me. But I have rather an urgent appointment – with my hairdresser. Bye."

Jefferson scowled at the back of the departing mayoral candidate. His gaze slipped down to her ass and he felt like baying at the sun.

The election was four weeks away.





CHAPTER 2

Piper's Point has general Saturday shopping until noon with the peak occurring between 11:00 and 11:30. The morning after nominations closed, first day of the election proper, Jeeps towing horse trailers parked on the edge of town and then five horsemen rode single file into the town to catch the morning 'rush'.

Earlier Tim Robbins had called Andrea at her new residents at 37 Main Street and asked her to be on the steps of Town Hall that morning at 11:00.

"But the Town Hall will be closed; bureaucrats don't work weekends," she said.

"Stop confusing yourself," Tim growled. "Just be there; this is symbolic."

"Don't you mean chaotic?"

Tim grinned and cut the call. He really liked a bit of feistiness in a woman.

The word spread quickly, "Something's up; five armed horsemen are riding single file into town."

Shoppers and shop assistants spilled on to the sidewalks on both sides of the street. Traffic stopped, giving Piper's Point it's first hint of a traffic jam since Christmas Eve three years ago when late shopping night was first introduced.

The horsemen rode by, the townspeople silent, wondering if the James clan was about to be assassinated. Onlookers spilled on to the street behind the riders, those directly behind the horses watching where they placed their feet.

Ted Jenks, owner of the music store, rushed out with a drum and played a monotonous repeated single beat, sending a chill through the crowd.

Dogs barked.

Women sobbed.

Children whispered they were hungry.

Men rattled loose coins in pockets.

Waiting on top of the white marble steps was mayoral candidate Andrea Finn behind dark shades. She showed quite a lot up top each time she bent over to keep down the hem of her mid-thigh dress in the puffs of wind. 

The horsemen stopped at Tim's command and wheeled to face the steps at his next command and slowly moved in a ragged, unrehearsed line to the base of the steps.

The mournful drumbeat stopped and everyone relaxed.

"Timmy Paynter, come here please," Tim shouted.

Timmy was a no-show.

"Timmy, come here or you get a bullet up your ass."

Young mothers smiled; older women looked horrified.

Slowly the terror of the town's children, Timothy Julius Paynter, came forth, both hands behind him over his ass protectively. And that was the beginning of the end of the horrible little torment because within a few minutes he would be widely acknowledged as little Timmy Paynter, the boy who helped save the town.

"Stand by me Timmy. That's it. Mayoral candidate Andrea Finn, what wonderful legs you have. We ranchers wish to add to your campaign fund. How much is in it?"

Andrea's clear voice rang out, "One hundred and forty six dollars and forty cents Mr Robbins."

"Miss Finn, add to that $500 from Robbins Ranch. Take the check to her Timmy."

"Miss Robbins, add to that $500 from Clay Ranch. Take the check to her Timmy."

"Miss Robbins, add to that $500 from Cheney Ranch. Take the check to her Timmy."

"Miss Robbins, add to that $500 from Rossini Ranch. Take the check to her Timmy."

"Miss Robbins, add to that $500 from Pollock Ranch. Take the check to her Timmy."

Timmy's father stepped forth and spoke.

"This is a magnificent gesture by some of our most illustrious ranching families stretching back to frontier days. As president of Inlet Bank I'm announcing as from Monday my bank will accept donations to the Miss Andrea Finn's Election Appeal and I'll open her account with my personal check for one thousand dollars. Take the check to her Timmy."

"Yes dad."

"Well, that completes this presentation," said Tim.

"No wait, I wish to thank you," Andrea shouted. "Everyone clear the street."

While vehicles moved off and pedestrians returned to the sidewalks Andrea kissed Timmy and his father, and then as the horsemen leaned down and she kissed then, finishing with Tim Robbins. She they whispered something to the horsemen. Tim leaned down and pulled her up behind his saddle. The horsemen rode out to the middle of the street and then pulling out their rifles, galloped off firing shots into the air, Andrea fired Tim's rifle.

Spectators were only just beginning to move off when the sirens of two police cars were heard. Everyone stopped and waited. Andrea walked up the center of the street from where she'd dismounted and the same sergeant who'd dealt with the disturbance at the cake stall got out of his car and said, "Oh no, not you again."

"Good morning sergeant. Are you about to arrest me?"

"I'm tempted but we are responding to emergency calls of multiple gunshots in the town center."

"Well sergeant, in the powers invested in me, I authorized five..."

"Miss Finn, you are a candidate to contest the election. You have no powers vested in you... yet."

"Oh, aren't I a silly dumb blonde. Everyone listening, did you hear gunshots and see guns being fired?"

"No." roared the crowd, drowning out some people calling yes.

The sergeant looked frustrated but grinned. "Miss Finn, you are a challenging woman."

The crowed cheered and the police left. Andrea walked down one side of Main Street shops and up the other shaking people's hands or being kissed. Her election campaign was underway.



Next morning Andrea went to church. Although not a regular church attendee she thought it would be politically expedient to show up. As she was leaving she saw a familiar figure ahead of her.

"Oh Mr Mayor?"

Mayor James stopped and turned around. People including his wife scattered.

"I wonder if I could have a few words."

"I invite you to Sunday lunch Miss James."

"That is a lovely offer Mr Mayor but I must decline as my mayoral foe will be there."

"He goes yahooing in Mornington Sundays."

"Very well, I accept your kind offer."

"It's some distance to walk. Please ride in the limo with us Miss Finn."

"Why thank you."

The anxious clergyman at the church door, although Baptist, crossed himself in relief



When about to shovel half a chicken into his mouth, the mayor said, "All the books are in order and accounts have been paid by all family and friends I'd arranged for work to be done by council personnel. External audits will disclose nothing untoward, no signs of patronage and I've paid back some excessive claims of expenses."

"Only some?"

"I am the mayor and even the most pedantic of auditors will acknowledge some leeway."

"Once a crook always a crook I was thinking, but I acknowledge you have made a big effort to become almost straight. Good boy."

The mayor grinned and stuffed his mouth.

The mayor's wife Gabriel asked if elected would Miss Finn run the James clan out of town.

"No Mrs James but the expectation will be that the James clan will behave as good citizens."

"Oh thank god for that. I've just planted bulbs for next spring. As family matriarch I'll see that the James clansmen become gentlemen... well as close as I can get them. You'll know what I mean."

"Indeed, it's a tough call."

Andrea then told the mayor she expected him to back his son in the mayoral race, boots and all. "What I wanted to talk to you about is if I win, and that's very likely, I would like to use your uncompromising bullheadedness to work to the advantage of this town."

"You cheeky bitch," he grinned, gravy running down his chin.

"The first offer would be for you to accept the new town position of Harbormaster and be in charge of our port installation."

"But we only have a wharf in disrepair and a tin shed."

"The lack of a person in authority with single focus is why we have a wharf in neglect and a tin shed instead of a proper cargo storage facility with mobile crane and proper passenger facilities."

"Yes of course."

"And the second paid position on offer would be Commissioner of Marina Development."

"But we don't have a marina and the city harbor authority would refuse to allow us build one out into the inlet."

"Yes, quite, but we are much smarter than those city fat cats, aren't we?"

"Are we?"

"Yes, Jamieson's Swamp."

"Fuck me."

"No thank you Mr Mayor."

"Ivan!"

"Oh I apologize for uncouth language ladies. The council already owns the swamp, gained in lieu of unpaid local taxes. We excavate it of rubbish and deepen it and build a marina inside the riverbank and therefore it would be outside the jurisdiction of the harbor authority. Oh brilliant Miss Finn."

"Yes, I saw Mr Robbins in a line of fifteen people waiting to launch their yachts and power craft at the sole narrow boat ramp last Sunday and began thinking about their predicament."

The mayor snorted, "The Harbor Authority with jurisdiction over the entire inlet allows only one single width boat ramp every five miles minimum."

"Yes, typical bureaucracy isn't it? Imagine the license fees they'd collect if they were far spaced closer together and where the demand was and allowed multiple-width ramps and took multiple fees?"

The mayor boggled, looking at Andrea with something very suspiciously like respect. He then grinned triumphantly, "I can proceed with those projects you mention when my son wins the mayoral race."

"Of course you can. I thought I might as well tell you to prepare you for possible selection for the positions and, in the unlikely event of your son winning, having both projects proceed anyway."

The mayor beamed. "I like your style young woman. Oh, some idiots reckon the ranchers rode into town yesterday morning to donate to your election fund."

"Yes they did."

"Twenty bucks each no doubt."

"Try $500... each."

The mayor's head almost screwed off his shoulders as it swung around fast to see if Andrea was kidding.

"Some informants alleged the ranchers fired their guns in Main Street. Was that also incorrect?"

"Oh yes. They were aware the edict of successive James' mayors was discharge of firearms within the town limits is a hanging offence."

The mayor grinned. "Did they fire their guns?"

As any politician would say Mr Mayor, "No, definitely not."

"You are a devious woman Miss Finn."

Andrea grinned. "Well since we'll be working closely together after the election, why don't you call me Andrea?"

"Okay. Gabriel was in town yesterday morning. She said townspeople lined lower Main Street to watch the ranchers present their donations. The crowd was ominously silent."

"Well that was accurately reported. Did she report hearing gunshot?"

"No. I trust Gabriel's honestly. When I asked her had she heard gunshots she replied what gunshots?"

"Thank you Gabriel."

"Why are you thanking my wife?"

"Um I was praising her for her honesty and skill in handling a sticky situation."

"Andrea, do you mind not talking so obscurely. Now where was I?"

"Thinking about your Harbormaster's uniform I shouldn't wonder." 

"Uniform?"

"For special occasions such as when we go upstream in a flotilla, with media helicopters overhead, to land a delegation to wait on a combined meeting of Mornington City Council and the Harbor Authority requesting reinstatement of the twice daily passenger service between Mornington and Pike's Point and a subsidy from the council to run a daily freight service between Mornington and Pike's Point. That freight service would reduce heavy haulage traffic on the Mornington-Pike's Point section of the winding highway, thus reducing upkeep and lessening delays and improving road safety on that notorious stretch of highway."

The mayor said 'Jesus' and rubbed his chin. 

Gabriel said, "If you dare divulge that election platform to Jake before Andrea announces it I'll nail your balls to the school gate."

Andrea looked in astonishment at Gabriel and asked where had she picked up that expression?

"My dear, women throughout town and out to the ranches are cackling over that quotation. You're famous for it."

Andrea slumped into her chair, muttering 'Oh shyte."

Her hosts laughed.



Later that afternoon Andrea went to Mornington on the bus. After lodging a full-page advertisement in the Mornington Gazette she hitched a ride back to Pike's Point. She then went as previously arranged to visit Mrs Strong, editor-publisher of the PP Newssheet, for drinks and to talk. They worked on a special 4-page 'Election Edition'.

Monday morning's Gazette gave approximately 20% of PP homes details of Andrea's election platform including the intention to appoint a harbormaster and to seek reintroduction of the twice daily ferry service and introduction of a marine freight service with Mornington. The freight service caught everyone by surprise and a news team from the Gazette arrived at the school at lunchtime to interview Andrea about it and to seek the views of local business people. The advertisement also mentioned eight other policies. 

Later that morning the PP Newssheet, hot off the press, was delivered to all households and out to the ranches and rural homes and business within a thirty-mile radius of PP. Andrea had paid for the rural distribution.

The front page of the publication under the masthead was almost empty. It contained a short statement from Mrs Strong: "We offered equal treatment in this Special Election Issue to both candidates for the mayorship. Inside you'll find Miss Finn's response. The remainder of this front page is devoted to what Mr Jake James had to say after telling the publisher that "you and your stupid publication can go and get [F-word edited out]."

The remainder of the page was blank.

Page two was headed, 'Who is Andrea Finn, PP's Prospective New Mayor?'




A Dumb Blonde as Mayor



The article revealed Andrea was born and raised in St Louis and her father was a hugely wealthy barge operator. After graduating with a teaching degree she taught in two rural schools in the East and came into Pike's Pike fifteen months ago. She answered the call of a teaching shortage and resigned her permanent position to take up a temporary position at Pikes Point Elementary School. 

The article under Mrs Strong's byline concluded, "She loves being in Pike's Point and hopes to marry the son of a local rancher."

Page three set out Andrea's election planks and page four was an advertisement that had cost her $80 (the page in the Gazette cost $2900) in which she set out, 'My Pledge to My Townspeople'.

* * *

Mayor James looked at the full-page ad in the Gazette and smiled, deciding PP needed a person like Andrea for mayor. Jake called him, sniveling and saying, "Did you see what that space-out lying bitch is saying in the Gazette?"

"Jake I'll give you $10,000 to run your campaign. Spend even one cent on anything else other that electioneering and I'll nail your balls to the school gate."



Alone for lunch with Tim and Jefferson out with the men castrating bull calves, Priscilla sorted through the mail she'd just collected from the gate and opened the PP Newssheet wondering why it was being distributed beyond the town limits. She smiled as she read about Jake and his F-word and turned and began reading about Miss Finn who was managing to turn her son into a lovesick calf. She got to the piece where Andrea said she hoped to soon marry a local rancher's son and grabbed her radio.

"Tim!" she shrieked when he answered.

Tim tried to shake the violent verberation from his ear.

"This little mayoral aspirant of yours is allowing some other jerk rancher's son to woo her."

"She's not little – she stands six feet."

"Tim Robbins, don't you smart-ass me. You get Jefferson back here right away to shower and change and you drop him on to Miss Finn by chopper."

"I can't. Low flying in town limits is prohibited without authorization."

"Tim, I said..."

"Yes dear. I'll do it. So you want him to counter woo?"

"What's that?"

"Um, this other jerk is wooing Andrea so our son goes in and does it better. Best man wins. End of story."

"Oh darling, how romantic. I'll be waiting for your return, all warm and fuzzy."



Andrea as well as half the neighborhood ran outside, drawn by the sound of the hovering helicopter.

She looked up to see a guy being winched down to her. She recognized and caught Jefferson but he was too heavy for her and they fell to the ground. She kissed him and he kissed her back and she moaned and... he groaned and said, I've got out of this harness and let dad get away before the cops come."

As the helicopter flew off they heard the siren.

Andrea acted astutely: "Everyone – mayoral candidate Andrea Finn speaking. The cops will want to know about a helicopter. I'm in deep crap if they find chopper delivered a surprise package to me. I'm relying on you guys. A backfiring vehicle is a possible alternative."

"Right Andrea." people called.

"Go Andrea – what a wonderful neighbor to have," called a mother with a child in Andrea's room at school.

The cops arrived and the sergeant saw Andrea and sighed. "I might have known."

"Oh officer, is this a courtesy visit? Meet Jefferson Robbins."

"Tim Robbins' son?"

"Yes, how knowledgeable you are sergeant."

"Tim Robbins owns a chopper."

"Um he's castrating bull calves with it today." Andrea said sweetly, blushing.

"How the hell do that do that by chopper?"

"Well sergeant, I'm no authority, but I imagine they tie some cutting string around the nuts and the chopper lifts the poor darling into the air a bit and whoopsie, all done."

The driver in the patrol car was almost falling out of the vehicle laughing and the sergeant's chest was lifting up and down in suppressed mirth. The sergeant and driver went around questioning neighbors.

"I can't believe this," said the sergeant returning. "Phil and I distinctly saw a chopper flying off yet all these neighbors say all they heard was a vehicle either misfiring or back firing."

"That means you and your associate must have been blinded by sun and seen an optical illusion – possible a sun spot."

"Sun spots occur on the sun and even a blonde should have observed the sun was behind us as we arrived."

"Oh."

"Miss Finn. Here's my number. Please call me when embarking on or becoming associated with borderline activities likely to trigger complaints to the police. Just assure me you are up to no real harm and you have every witnessed carefully rehearsed and we'll cancel the call-out based on your assurance."

"Oh thank you sergeant. Here let me kiss you. Good boy. Reducing call-outs would be best for everyone."

"Indeed Miss Finn. You'll make a fine mayor." 

Neighbors had come from their homes to listen to Andrea being interrogated.

"Three cheers for the police," called the mother who was a fan of Miss Finn.

The two policemen drove away red-faced to rousing cheers.

The woman's child Robina ran to Miss Finn who picked her up.

"Hello darling," she said, kissing the 6-year-old.

"Hello darling," Jefferson said, turning, unaware what had been happening behind his back.

"Oooh," said Miss Finn.

"Kiss, kiss," called Robina's mother.

The crowd began to chant kiss-kiss and Jefferson, off a cattle ranch, sheepishly kissed Miss Finn and a romance flared.

Jefferson had to stay that evening because he was without a vehicle and didn't fancy riding Andrea's bicycle home. He chose not to think an alternative was to call in someone from the ranch. He'd remember to do that in the morning.





CHAPTER 3

When the TV movie finished Andrea stirred the half-asleep Jefferson and he carried her into the bedroom. There was only the one bed in the sparsely furnished house so it seemed the right thing to do.

"Sleep with me," Andrea requested, as he lifted the toilet seat and deposited her. Being a gentleman he pulled down her panties and left the room.

"Do you ride?" he asked, turning at the door and hearing the stream.

"Ponies at county fairs years ago were my lot."

"No, I meant Cowgirl?"

She flushed and gave him a beautiful smile.

Andrea emerged from the bathroom and stood uncertainly. Jefferson was already standing uncertainly.

"You'd said no bed before we got to know one another better."

Caught in the growing sexual tension, Andrea said pragmatically, "That sounds like an out-of-date statement that has automatically cancelled itself."

"Spoken like a politician. I'll never forget this day."

"What, our first real kiss?"

"No the audacity of you attempting to convince an senior policeman that bull calves could be castrated by helicopter."

"Well I had to say something."

"Say something to me."

"I expect soon to be loving you deeply Jefferson."

Jefferson leapt at her, braking hard. He lifted off her top and she turned to make it easier for him with the bra.

That garment ended up hanging from the ceiling light shade.

He turned her, kissing both breasts and saying in wonder, "There are two of them."

"Did you only expect one?"

"No three – you do mount a pretty awesome front row."

Andrea's knees turned to jelly but she caught her and she groaned, feeling the shape of his erection against her thigh.

"If we do this it makes me a promiscuous mayoral candidate."

"That will give the women of the town something of interest to talk about. Mom reckons from talking to her friends most of the women of the town will be voting for you."

"Well if that's true I've won, if they all vote because that's at least 8,000 women of voting age and at least a quarter of their husbands will be told how to vote."

"Right now could we talk about something else?"

"Oh yes, where were we?"

"You were getting ready to suck my dick."

"Oh yes, every night before I go I sleep I think of swinging off your erect penis."

Jefferson's knees turned to jelly but Andrea caught him and held him steady.

Strong once again, Jefferson kissed Andrea and stroked and licked flesh until she was whimpering. He undressed them both and lifted her on to the bed and licked her pussy until she was writhing helplessly. He then sprawled on the bed and waited. When her panting subsided Andrea straddled Jefferson. She had no trouble gathering him into her fist and aiming pretty well spot-on, lowered until she felt dick against cunt – recalibrated precisely– and then sank on to him with a sigh.

"Oh boy," Jefferson groaned. "You and I are one, just like I've visualized most nights when I jerk off and them imagine my cum flowing down your tits like cow's milk."

That was following like the sound of a cow giving birth. "Oh god, I'm coming and we haven't even started fucking," Andrea blurted, and then groaned and shuddered.

"That's my girl – you're really juicy. I'm really impressed. Bang me when you're ready."



Afterwards when resting in Jefferson's arms Andrea said after deep intellectual appraisal: "I think I could fuck you all night."

He leered.

"Oh god, I only meant to think that."

Jefferson said his dad was worried that Andrea faced an uphill battle at the election on the basis many people, including younger voters, would think Andrea was too young to be mayor of PP, especially in view of her lack of governing experience. "You are twenty-six whereas Wide James is thirty-eight."

"Well thanks for that. Perhaps I'll address the issue when I go face-to-face with Wide James on TV."

"No TV station in Mornington will devote resources to promote PP's election."

"Well as it so happens I've convinced TV8 to run a 10 minute face-off during the news hour tomorrow night between me and Wide James with Mia Roake asking us questions."

"Mia Roake will rip you both to shreds."

"Um, I found out Mia dislikes fat people."

Jefferson laughed and tiredly placed a hand affectionately over Andrea's stomach. She squealed and was all over him.



* * *

Wide James' wife Claire, no lightweight herself, called a clan conference.

"This bitch seeking to become mayor ahead of Jake scored heavily on Jake because he was too stupid to be interviewed by that woman who puts out that crappy newssheet. Now he has a chance to trounce her on TV. We need to agree on which questions Jake should submit to the interviewer to ask. She has invited him to do that.

The meeting continued for four hours, the clan rehearsing Jake with his answers to questions.

At Andrea's home Jefferson asked, "Shouldn't we be considering what questions to submit to Mia? She has invited you to submit some."

"No, I'd rather fuck. Come here Big Boy."

* * *

Andrea and Jefferson went early next day to Mornington City and had lunch with the chairman and CEO of the Port Authority who were very interested to discuss Andrea's thoughts on reviving freight shipping.

"You know, instead of calling tenders for a tug-barge operation why doesn't the Port Authority consider taking out a multi-million-dollar loan and building its own roll-on-roll off vessel and docking facilities to service PP – er Piper's Point – and other smaller centers around the inlet? Think of the revenues generated and what subsidies such a environmental advantageous project would attract."

The chairman went glassy-eyed and the CEO's brain appeared to be going into calculations overload.

"How old are you Andrea?" asked the chairman... 50 with a PhD and a long career in commerce?"

As they walked off to have afternoon tea with the Mayor of Mornington, his CEO and wives, Jefferson said, "I wouldn't have believed I'd see two big shots like those two guys eating out of your hand."

"Men tend to do that with blondes darling. Women simply can't believe a blonde could come up with anything of merit."

"Isn't that sexual discrimination?"

"I'd love to be there if you dared suggest that to woman darling."



City Hall reeked of formality and custom. "We regret we can only give you fifteen minutes Miss Finn," smile Mayor Lord.

"That's fine. I know your city is 16.3 tines larger than Pike's Point so thought I'd merit only ninety-six seconds of your time Mr Mayor."

"Is 16.3 correct Ivan?"

The CEO pulled out his calculator.

"He's ignoring you darling," Mrs Lord smiled.

"No I don't think so ma'am; he's checking to see how smart I am. That's a lovely hat you're wearing."

"Oh thank you. I actually purchased it in Pike's Point. A carload of us travels there each Thursday afternoon for coffee at your beautiful garden coffee shop. We have nothing like that in this city."

"Oh really?"

"She's spot on Frank."

"So you accept us as big brother Miss Finn?"

"Oh yes. If I'm elected I'll come to you with a shopping list. Our town water and sewerage disposal systems are nearing the end of their economic life. My thoughts dither between complete replacements or coming to you to open talks about connecting to your utilities."

"Dither? I think that's a hugely intelligent idea."

"Oh, silly me. I was reading Mr Mayor that your airport, which we also regard as our airport, lacks sufficient length for larger jets and there is the limitations due to the distant hills. It would be costly for our small community to link twin reticulation system 38-miles if the pipelines had to follow the road route. I have this scatty idea. You see our city owns a 22,000-acre ranch alongside the boundary with your city that is flat and without high hills in the near distance. The land came to the city through a mortgagee default auction and with big local taxes owing on the land."

Mayor Luxford, eyes bulging, looked at his CEO and looked back at Andrea like a grinning Barracuda. The mayor said, "Scatty? Oh I don't think so dear but we would deal with those projects in isolation."

"Oh Mr Mayor, I know I'm a woman with big breasts and men have no time for women like that but I do see a connection between the two projects. Mornington would have to run water and sewerage pipelines with pumping stations to a new airport, if that very attractive proposition goes ahead. Extra capacity would be built into those pipelines and according to my estimates it's only seven miles of pipeline for Pike's Point to connect to those pipelines at the new airport."

"Miss Finn," said the mayor. "Are you some sort of visionary?"

"No darling," laughed his wife. "Andrea is just one of those fluffy things you men think should be in the kitchen with an apron on over her pregnant bulge."

The men laughed politely.

"Ivan, why don't you ask Cynthia to fetch in wine and beer and cream cakes? I'm having the time of my life here. You have a fertile brain from a blonde Andrea, if I may say that."

"Yes of course Mr Mayor. I accept that as a well constructed comment for a man."

The two wives laughed hysterically.

Almost two hours later Jefferson and Andrea left City Hall and Jefferson said, "That was a long quarter hour. Your charmed the pants off all four of them, um, figuratively."

"Well is was productive groundwork darling. I have a wee job for those men and the authority guys on the eve of the election."

"Does anyone else know about your proposal that the authority run the freight service?"

"No – apart from those two surprised men we had lunch with."

"And do other people know about the new airport and sewerage and water connection proposals?"

"Only you, me and those four at this afternoon's meeting."

"Two young they say! Andrea, I think the only person with a proper fix on you is that police sergeant, Guy Bell."

"Oh darling. You are so sweet to me."

* * *

TV presenter Mia Roache began, "We are honored tonight to have in the studio the two candidates fighting to become mayor of Pike's Point. Usually we only deal with major elections in Mornington but this is an election with a difference. The James clan has ruled the town for 32 years by supplying its mayors and Candidate Jake here is Jake James. Coming face to face against him is Andrea Finn who's been a resident of Pike's Point for a mere fifteen months. Our research findings show there is wide prejudice against voting for a grossly overweight candidate and perhaps even greater prejudice against having a female mayor. Now that makes this election different. Indeed will anyone vote?"

"Jake, what do you stand for?"

"Continuing the solid policies that have developed Pike's Point into a great place to live, work and raise a family."

"Andrea?"

"Yes more of the same is a good idea."

"Jake, what can you contribute?"

"The ability to steer my council to deliver more of the same."

"Andrea?"

"I'd like to persuade the council if I can to provide more flower gardens to beautify the town precinct more and would like to ask storeowners to contribute to a council initiative to hang flower baskets outside all stores. It would make Main Street more interesting."

"Jake, are council employers doing a good job?"

"Sure, I know many of them and drink with many of them in bars. Residents tend to want blood from their council. All they are entitled to is a fair deal."

"Andrea?"

"Jake is correct. All citizens are entitled to be fair deal, particularly those contributing local taxes. Governance of bureaucracy seems to operate to some degree on inertia. I propose introducing systems of measuring performance and having departments divided into teams and winning teams will be rewarded in some appropriate manner devised by the CEO and his team."

"Oh, so very interesting. Finally Jake, what do you say to voters?"

"Vote for me; vote for a guy and you vote for a winner."

"Andrea?"

"Vote for Jake and you'll want your head read."

Jake protested, saying that was abusive. Mia said she didn't think it was but invited him to have the final say.

"Miss Finn will be bad for Pike's Point. She is full of ideas, would be a bossy leader and sounds as if she wants blood from council employees. That is not on. Vote for Jake and you'll get, um, nothing you didn't expect."

"Thank you Jake. Thank you Andrea. I'm sure voters will have gained a clear impression from tonight's comments on who they should pick as their next mayor."



On the drive home, Jefferson said, "I can't understand you. This afternoon you were brilliant against those officials but tonight on that match-up you almost strived to show there was not much difference in policies between you and Jake whereas that's not the case."

"Oh dear, did I muff it?"

"I reckon so but my instinct tells me this was a dumb blonde strategy."

Andrea giggled and said, "Bright boy. At this point I wanted to give the impression there is not much difference between us. I aligned myself to his 'more of the same' approach and that would have raised a groan among viewers. But then I moved away from Jake and began talking about things women are interested in... beautifying the town, getting an honest day's work out of any slack council personal but without suggesting all council personnel were slackers and antagonizing them."

"And then darling Jake unintentionally confessed to being a boozer and possibly would continuing boozing with his cronies working in the council. Now that would get the backs up of many women viewers and then I told them what they wanted to hear, anyone voting for Jake James would want their head read. I could imagine women in their lounges laughing and clapping and saying that Andrea is awfully young but I'm going to vote for her."

"Jesus, you lined Jake up and then knee-capped him?"

"In a manner of speaking yes, but his confession that he might be an excessive drinker played into my court completely unexpectedly. And then in that final and obviously unrehearsed reply he totally hung himself, leaving every viewer hearing Miss Finn was brimming with ideas while Jake James just had an empty head. I also whispered to Mia before we went on that I didn't mind if she led in with Fatso first. She giggled and said was I sure and I said oh yes and she gave me a big wink. I'm so happy with my debut into public life."




A Dumb Blonde as Mayor



"You are an amazing young woman Andrea Finn. On, that reminds me. Amazing or not, I must spend more time on the ranch otherwise dad will be docking these days I'm spending with you as part of my vacation leave."

* * *

Andrea called Jefferson when he was drenching steers. "Notices are going up all over town stated, Vote for More of the Same. Elect Jake James. His photo makes him look as if he's drunk and just come out of working his way through the women's dorm. Women are going to be repelled by it."

So you don't want me and the boys to come into town and rip them off walls and fences and smash store windows to get at them?"

"Oh no, that would be a nasty thing to do. Besides let those repelling posters repel."

Wednesday's issue of the Newssheet carried a full page ad of Jake's poster and on the back page was an ad from Andrea stating: ' Pike's Point Needs More of the Same as it Needs a Hole in the Head. Vote for Andrea Finn, Brimful with Ideas to Steer Pike's Point Where You Want it to Be.'

That afternoon the PP Business and Professional Association unexpectedly presented Andrea with a pre-used pickup to use during the election supplied through member Colin Cole. She thanked the president and association's general manager when handed the keys and went around to thank Colin Cole.

"It's nothing. The mayoral limo is a Ford, supplied via me, and I'd like your connection with Ford to continue but it's up to you."

"Thank you for being upfront with me and then not applying the pressure Colin. I leave here totally relaxed about my loan election vehicle."

She drove out to the Robbins' Ranch that night and they were all delighted to see her. Jefferson's parents insisted Andrea call them Tim and Priscilla and only Priscilla thought it was hilariously funny when in great seriousness Andrea said, "I hope I can remember which one of you is Priscilla?"

Tim asked Andrea what would she like to drink before dinner and she said water; she'd be driving home.

"Stay here tonight, I'd love that," said Priscilla.

Andrea said she'd love that and looking Priscilla straight in the eye said, "But only if I can sleep with Jefferson."

There was a pregnant pause and the men's feet shuffled.

"Come on Priscilla, have the guts to say no if you mean no." Andrea said.

"Couldn't you just sneak into his room late night?"

"I'm a big girl and don't sneak Priscilla but this is your house and I'll respect your wishes."

"Are you likely to marry Jefferson?"

"Have the guts to say yes or no Priscilla."

"You are very welcome to sleep in my house – er Tim and my house – with Jefferson."

"Oh thank you Priscilla. Yes I shall marry Jefferson if he wants me. I'll win the election on the last Saturday of this month and I'd like to marry on the following Monday afternoon, but Jefferson and I need to discuss that. We haven't discussed marriage Priscilla. I hope I haven't offended you by spouting out about it Jefferson?"

"No, it's fine. I was so fascinated at your skill in wearing mom down without placing her under impossible pleasure I almost missed the marriage bit. I'll be in town Wednesday so we can go out to dinner and I'll propose then."

"Oh how sweet of you – we can delay if you wish; I don't wish to place you under pressure."

"No it's fine."

Tim appeared a little concerned. "But what if Wide James wins?"

Jefferson snorted. "He has as much chance of drinking cold beer in Hell as winning the election. Your clever daughter will have demolished him by the end of the month."

"Then you think Andrea will win?"

"Oh yeah. She'll pull in 80% of the vote."

Late next morning Andrea waited in her election office – the almost bare lounge of her home in Main Street. A reporter from the Gazette had called saying she and a photographer were on their way to get a photograph of her. He election opponent was claiming she was accepting bribes and had been given a Ford pick-up.

"Oh darling, if I accepted a car as a bribe I'd hold out for a top-of-line luxury model."

Andrea, wearing a modest red dress, hem four inches above the knee, posed for the photo, shades in her hair. She stood in the cargo box, leaning over the cab waving at the camera. 

She told the journalist, "This is a case of bitching by my opponent already feeling he could be losing ground. His advisers came up with this grizzle, Jake being unable to think of anything because he was in a more-of-the-same mind lock. I simply have no vehicle, other than my bicycle, and when offered this four-year old Ford pickup I took it. It's a bit old but goes well and I'm thankful. Had the donated vehicle been a Hummer I would have said no; you can't be girly in one of those. Getting out of a pickup is great for showing you have good legs going way up." 

"Oh this talk about bribe. Pike's Point Professional and Business Association has leased this vehicle for a month from Colin Cole Ford dealership and you'll see that fact sign-written on the side of the cargo tray for open disclosure. Rather than talking bribe, they told me they are backing me purely because I have an attitude that spells out a good future for the commercial area of this town. I appreciate that gesture and one of my stated election planks is to beautify the central business district. I think this puts that pathetic slimy cry of 'bribe' in perspective. If it doesn't, too bad." 

The reporter gushed her thanks and they left saying they had the lead story for the rural edition of next day's Gazette.

The heading of new day's Gazette screamed, 'Male Opponent Claims Female in Mayorship Race Accepts Bribe – Opponent Say Nonsense'.

The beautiful photo of Andrea with the vehicle was huge and the caption read: 

'Laughing off the allegation of bribery as being ridiculous is Pike's Point mayorship candidate Andrea Finn who says this four-year-old pickup is on a month's loan gets her around. She adds it's nifty for showing off her legs when she gets in and out of it."

Later a police lieutenant called to speak to Andrea about the gift of the vehicle. She gave him the details and said no way would she be keeping the vehicle after the day before the election and when asked did you see herself gaining any pecuniary advantage from the loan of the vehicle she replied, "No, definitely not. If fact it is costing me gas at these high prices."

The lieutenant thanked her and said if what she had said checked out and the business association and not the dealership had made the vehicle available to her, it was unlikely she would hear anything more about the matter from the police.

* * *

Emerson had gone away with his father for three days' fishing and Priscilla had flown off to visit her parents so Andrea was on her own. She intended not to campaign by door-knocking and kissing babies and shaking hands on the street.

Just as Andrea yawned and thought she was lonely, Robina's mom Sandra Jones from two doors up called and invited Andrea 'and your man friend' to dinner that evening.

"He's gone fishing."

"God, and left a yummy like you alone; he must be one of those take it or leave it men?"

"I think we both need a rest from it; it's been very wearing."

Robina's mom screamed with laughter and said she'd appreciate having company. "As you know my husband died last year and that police sergeant Guy Bell who was here about the helicopter met me in court yesterday and I invited him to dinner tonight and only then thought I should invite someone else. You know it could lead to something but I don't want it hitting me in a rush as Robina must come first."

"Of course. We must be careful Sergeant Bell Doesn't make a meal of us both."

Sandra shrieked with laughter. "God you are funny."

"You said you met in court; you're not in trouble are you Sandra and if so what may I do to assist?"

"God no, I'm an attorney and was representing a client on a serious driving misdemeanor."

"How serious was serious?"

"My client was so drunk he crashed into a police vehicle correctly parked on the other side of the road. I was able to prove he'd just been placed on heavy medication and had not been verbally warned about drinking alcohol while receiving treatment for boils on his scrotum. I managed to get him off with a fine but no license suspension. Prosecuting Sergeant Bell was impressed."

"Please check that he doesn't have boils."

They both screamed with laughter.

"God, we're not fit to be called women," Andrea said and Sandra set them off into another round of laughter.

"Sandra you're nervous about tonight aren't you?"

"Nervous?"

"Yes nervous."

"Um yes, very."

"Okay, I'll come over early and we'll read to Robina together and I'll help you choose a dress and run the bath for you and check on the dinner...all this will help to calm you. And we must promise not to talk about men."

"Oh thank you Andrea; that's more than I could wish for."

* * *

Andrea was nursing the almost-asleep Robina when Sandra walked in with the off-duty policeman.

"Guy this is my friend Andrea Finn and with her is my daughter Robina."

"Hi Andrea, not causing trouble I see. Hi little sweetie."

Robina asked, "Are you really a policeman?"

"Yes."

"Mommy says you might become my daddy."

"Oh god," Sandra sighed, flopping on the sofa.

"We'll have to see about that darling but your mom is known for her good taste."

"Well, that's certainly cut the ice," Andrea said cheerfully. "You handled that astutely Guy, well done. Say something to him Sandra but for god sake don't dig a deeper hole by apologizing."

"Thank you Guy for being so lovely to Robina. May I pour you a drink?"

"Come on Robina, kiss your first policeman and then mommy and I'll put your to bed and read you one last story."

Fifteen minutes later Andrea returned to the family room and said brightly, "Oh good, you two are not fighting; that's promising."

They looked at her nervously.

"Guy could your pour me whatever the lovely Sandra is drinking. Have you had a busy day scaring women who don't answer back like me?"

"I didn't believe you could be so upfront and audacious in talking to police on police business without that being your natural manner Andrea. Well I've had that confirmed here tonight."

"Oh okay. And you are just a nice as when on duty. Are you married?"

"No divorced."

"Oh I'm sorry."

"Children?"

"No but my wife lost one after five months and the aftermath dragged on with her slipping in and out of depression. She left me and filed for divorce."

"That is sad so sad Guy. Sandra and I find that a little distressing because you are such a lovely man. Say something Sandra. Tell us about your divorce."

"Well guys, what is there to tell? He was all over me and I failed to spot his roving eye. Then one day when Robina, not quite five, said to me, "Daddy took me to another lady's house today where I had a sleep..."

"I'll check on dinner," Andrea said, racing away before Sandra could say she'd do it.

Sandra came into the kitchen ten minutes later to find Andrea on a stool with a glass of wine.

"Why didn't you join us?"

"Because you two had something to talk about."

"Did you have to bring up divorce?"

Andrea smiled calmly. "Did you know Guy was divorced?"

"No, but I suspected it."

"And what do you know now?"

Sandra pouted. "Okay, that's one up to you. But did you have to bring up my divorce?"

"Did he know about it?"

"No...oh I see, he does now. That's two up to you. Andrea, you should have become an attorney."

"Rubbish, more than half the stuff we are involved in is just common sense. I teach children Robina's age. If you want to learn about people and different slants they have on the world, then live in a schoolroom of 20-plus little people who mostly will openly express themselves and make you really think and share with you their fears and expectations and be so direct you communicate without baggage. It's wonderful."

"Talking about children?" Guy smiled coming into the room. "I was puzzled why I was being left alone."

"Just a temporary lull darling," Andrea said, putting an arm around Sandra and holding an arm out for Guy. Come and kiss the both of us; it will make dinner more enjoyable."

How right Andrea was. Before too long at the table they were talking and laughing like three very close friends.

Andrea had started the dishes when a happy princess floated into the room.

"You were a long time saying goodnight. Did he kiss you?"

"Yes, several times. He told me you are absolutely wonderful and I agreed, wholeheartedly. I have much to thank you for darling."

"Rubbish. All you needed was someone to pull you from your rut. You two will be rutting soon."

"Andrea!" Sandra shrieked, kissing her fully.

"Thank you and that was lovely darling. Grab a tea towel please."

Next morning Andrea was hanging out washing when she heard he phone go. She shrugged and left it. Back inside she checked and found she had a message. She listened and heard a male voice say just one word, "Thank you." She noted the caller was Sergeant Bell. She smiled but later over coffee gloom began to descend.

Andrea sat in the shade eyeing the flapping washing and had an astonishing thought: she hadn't really thought through her work as mayor. The population of the town was too small to have a fulltime mayor. That floored her. She'd need a job, a job that would allow her to attend day meetings. Jefferson would want her to live on the ranch, so she'd have to come to town for evening functions and meetings. Oh god, what a mess. All she'd been thinking about was policies and winning. How juvenile. How could a person that vacant lead the team to run the city?

She groaned and sipped coffee.

What were the facts? Was the town (it had decided against seeking city status) growing, static or fading? What was the base of the city's economy? She knew nothing about it... absolutely nothing. 

She was inviting the adult population to vote in a dumb blonde as mayor.

Andrea began weeping in frustration. How could she have been so stupid? Could Mornington even afford to raise the loans to a new airport if it were ever built and if it was decided to build it how many trillion years would it take before the first commercial flight landed? And what was the economic feasibility of building a marina? How much did it cost to drain and deepen a swamp? Who actually wanted a marina and would be prepared to pay unsubsidized rentals?"

She began crying hopelessly.

And then her phone went.

Andrea was about to toss the phone at the sheets on the line when she thought, with a flash of hope, that the caller might be fisherman Jefferson.

"But it wasn't...actually given the situation it was someone much better for her right now.

"Hi Sandra."

"Good morning darling. I just wanted to say how wonderful you were last night. I'm so happy. Guy woke me up, calling me at 6:00 this morning. He didn't want to miss saying good morning before he went off on his run. I used to run."

"That is lovely. I'm so happy f-for you."

"Andrea, are you all right?"

"No," she sobbed, and gushed out her troubled thoughts.

"Darling I want you down at Mrs Mullin's coffee gardens in ten minutes, and that's non-negotiable. Put on lipstick and panties and get down there."

Andrea sat waiting and Mrs Mullins came over and sat with her, congratulating Andrea for all the good she was doing for the community."

"But I've done nothing yet; it's been all words."

"Yes dear, but you've introduced hope. This town has been in the doldrums for years and it will take a lot to change that. But the first thing required is hope and vision and my reading is you are delivering that in big dollops."

"Am I?"

"Of course you are. Oh here are two of my favorite clients – Sandra and Geoffrey. Oh they are heading straight here."

"Yes, I'm meeting Sandra."

"Oh good, she'd be a good friend for you."

Coffee had been delivered. Geoffrey turned out to be Sandra's Uncle Geoff who was the new owner of Pike's Point Transport. Andrea was aware of those trucks, painted yellow, and had seen Mr Perkins about several times and knew he was on the school board.

"Uncle Geoff is interested in you working for him, that is if you know anything about bookkeeping, principally handling accounts in, invoices out and presenting checks for signing and then dispatching them."

"For several years from a young age I helped my aunt do that work for my father's business and when at college I acted for her whenever she was away."

"Well that sounds promising," Uncle Geoff said. "The replacement women we've had in have been very unsatisfactory."

"But there is something else," Sandra beamed. "Uncle Geoff retired as the council's chief operations officer eighteen months ago after thirty years' service as COO and before that chief engineer."

"Oh my goodness."

"Sandra said you require some intense briefing sessions. Well I go out fishing some afternoons, depending on weather rather than the state of the tide at 4:00 and you are welcome to accompany me. It's a great environment for talking. Perhaps I can provide valuable briefings and there are other fairly recently retired council officers I could arrange for you to visit."

"Um, if I did come to work for you there is a matter of flexibility in hours."

"You'd need a lot of time away but providing you get the job done, making up lost time by working late, then that's fine. I know what's involved at City Hall and the demands that will be made on you. They'll pay you a half salary and if you're any good I pay you more than a half salary. You know of course you have absolute control of meeting times; you may find late afternoon meetings will suit your other occupation just fine. Come with me now and let me put you through your paces. Don't mind the woman working as accounts manager now – she's on an hourly rate from a local employment finder agency."

"Oh thank you Mr Perkins."

"Your imminent Honor, please call me Geoff."

Sandra giggled and Andrea managed a big smile.

By late afternoon she had been employed, to start the next Monday, and was out fishing.

"Geoff – most of your trucking business is the freight service to Mornington. As an election policy I am advocating a marine freight service between the two centers."

"Bring it on. The freight will have to be loaded on to trucks and townspeople will choose my trucks so what's the problem? Our drivers will love you if this comes about, as they'll have a cruise instead of getting road sick coping with all those bends. Honey, just make sure it's a roll on, roll off service. A traditional container service could cut into our income."



Jefferson returned home desperate to see Andrea again and after trying to drive her through the bed headboard said tiredly, any news?"

"I've become very friendly with Robin's mom who is starting toward having a fling with Sergeant Bell, I have commenced having briefing sessions with some recently retired senior people from the council, gaining vital background. I was totally ignorant about the town's economy. Servicing ranching was one obvious thing but I was unaware the old industries of forestry and fishing are practically gone, that granite quarrying and metal pit production for road construction are now our economic base and that farm produce container manufacturing is a multi-million dollar earning and is our largest single earner."

Jefferson yawned and said she needed to know those things. "Look, while out fishing I mentioned to dad about the possibility of a new airport being constructed within our territorial hinterland and he said that would be a big boost for this town and service suppliers would find this town a far closer base than Mornington – a significant plus what with fuel prices increasing road delivery costs."




A Dumb Blonde as Mayor



"Oh yes, I hadn't thought of that. Anything else?"

"Yes he had I had been get use to the idea of living in town because you'd have to get a secondary job and in holding down two jobs you would not find it attractive driving around twenty-five miles out to the ranch every evening and driving back to the town each morning."

"And?" Andrea asked nervously.

"I said I'd already decided I'd have to do that and we better start on doing up 37 Main Street. But he said he had another property in mind – closer to the ranch for me and a more prestigious address for you."

"Oh, you will live in town or on the fringe to be with me. Oh your darling boy... look what I have spread open for you."

"Oh Andrea, give it a rest. I've just worked my butt off plowing you. You have no idea how strenuously long distance travel and all-day fishing is."

Andrea flopped over and said angrily, "Good night."

"Oh crap, sorry Andrea."

There was no reply.

Staring in the darkness wide-eyed Andrea thought oh what a dull marriage it would be. She would be better off marrying an exciting guy like a police sergeant. Yeah and... oh-oh, and being brought home with a bullet through his chest. Oh god!

She flopped over. "Jefferson, kiss me and cuddle me to sleep," she wailed. "I love you. Hold me tight."





CHAPTER 4

Andrea's knowledge and obvious practical experience in basic accounting exceeded Geoff's expectations, but out in the boat when he learned of her lack of understanding of how City Hall was funded, how it was bound by laws and procedures and how it operated and its various divisions and responsibilities, he threatened to jump overboard. It was similar to her knowledge about fishing..."As I understand it fish are something you catch on a hook and you eat them fresh."

"Don't you think Andrea you should have had at least two terms as a councilor before biting the big bullet?"

"Well yes, perhaps. But the call at the meeting was for someone to stand to successfully end the James' Dynasty. No one put up his or her hand, so I did. Anyway my opponent is as thick as a fence post, so what are you worried about? At least I'll be an improvement and my previous schools were really big and were politically administered with work plans, reporting systems and all that kind of stuff."

"All that kind of stuff, Geoff groaned as Andrea's lure that had only gone out a pathetic 20-feet was stuck and her reel screamed and she screamed, "Help, help, oh what do I do?"

"Andrea, this is going to be very much like it will be for our as the greenest mayor in this town's history," Geoff smiled kindly, as he adjusted the drag on the reel. Now keep the rod tip up at between the angle on the clock face of 10:00 and 11:00 and wind in slowly or fast if necessary or let the fish run line out but at all times keep tension on the line – er, keep it tight. Let it go loose and you'll probably lose the fish."

"Shit, it's pulling out more line."

"Good, good. Let it go – the more line it takes out the heavier will be the natural drag of the line in the water, tiring the fish out."

"What if I get tired first?"

"You don't, not if you are a fisherman."

"You mean the non-sexist fisher?"

"Oh do I? Well I never."

"Oh fuck, there is goes again."

"Keep calm. Lower the tip of the rod to about 8 o'clock. That's it. Keep your thumb lightly on the line in the spool."

"Why?"

"Because you'll feel the line slowing and even stop before you see that and that allows speedier reaction."

"And then what? Does the tip go something back to 11 o'clock and I wind and keep the tension?"

"Are you sure you're not a fisherman."

"Geoff please...call me a fisher. Oh fuck there is goes again."

"Steady, that's it. Um Andrea..."

"Why are you using that sexy tone?"

"Cut the crap. Just hand me your rod for a minute will you. Hmmm." The rod bowed violently. "Jesus."

"You swore."

"That's nothing compared with what you've been saying, you foul-mouthed fisher."

"Give me my rod back. It's my fish."

"No way, you may loose it. It's a biggie, a real biggie. Probably a Chinook salmon."

"Geoff, do you want me to slap you around?"

Grinning, Geoff handed back the rod. "Sandra reckoned you were a laugh a minute. I didn't believe it until we came out on to the water. You're a scream."

"You're not too bad yourself. A good tutor I'd say. That road haulage business will prosper under your direction."

"Thank you Your Honor."

"Sucking up to me will get you nowhere."

"Now that's a thought."

"For fuck sake Geoff, cut it out. You're old enough to be my grandfather."

He cackled away, keeping an eye on the rod tip.

Almost an hour later Geoff, ready with the net, said, "Holy shit. It is a Chinook...at least 20 pounds, probably a bit more. You better turn away as I'll have to gaff it. It's too big for the net."

"No way, it's my fish and don't mess up. If you do I'll gaff you and nail..."

"Yes, yes... to the school gate. The whole town knows about stroppy Miss Finn. Now shut up and let me concentrate."



Just on dusk Geoff drove up the street tooting, the half-exhausted Andrea beside him. Geoff's wife Billie came running from the house, looking terrified until she saw his smile. Neighbors gathered.

"Someone grab a camera and decent scales. We've landed a biggie."

Everyone oohed when Geoff opened the trunk and pulled out the monster fish.

Scales were produced. "Twenty-three pounds, seven ounces" read the owner of the scales. 

"I want two more independent people to confirm that reading," Geoff said. "Jean."

"Confirmed."

"Melvin."

"Confirmed."

"Right everyone listen up. Tall blondie here who caught this fish – the first time she's ever caught a fish and hooked it on one of the most ineffectual casts even seen on this inlet – is Andrea Finn who is running for the post of mayor."

People clapped and said congratulations. 

A guy called Peter got Andrea and Geoff to stand close, half side-on, holding up the big fish together.

"Thanks guys – I'm off to download the image and will email it to the Gazette. You phone in details Geoff. 

"Oh right, could someone run Andrea back to the arena when her pick-up is parked?" 

Melvin was the first to volunteer and his wife said she'd go with them.

Andrea introduced herself to Billie, thanking Mrs Perkins for allowing Geoff to stay out so late with her.

"Oh you are so sweet darling. Sandra told me I'd love you. It's so nice to meet you. Geoff says you're the best accounts person we've had and you haven't even started work yet. I understand he's briefing you about City Hall."

"Oh yes, and he's such a marvelous tutor."

"Oh that's nice. Look darling, we'll be having a street cook-out tomorrow to dine on this salmon. Please come with your husband and bring Sandra and her boyfriend. I'll give her a call."

Back at her vehicle Andrea called the reporter's room at the Gazette and spoke to the chief reporter. She put her on to the guy handling the story.

"It can't be the first time you've ever caught a fish?"

"Yes it's true. I thought we tied a hook to a line but Mr Perkins taught me to chuck something he called a lure tied to the rod, er to the line. I caught him by his cap and caught the side of the boat behind me twice and after almost an hour I finally got everything working more or less right."

"Then I made my first real cast. He growled that I duffed it, that it only went 20-feet but it must have fallen on to that salmon because it was hooked. I'm calling to ask you to please say I'm over the moon about my first fish being a real beauty but I'm so much over the moon because Mr Perkins was so patient with me and when the fucker began running out line I shrieked help and Mr Perkins just kept me calm, telling me to keep the rod tip up and not to let the line go slack otherwise the fucker could get away."

The reporter asked, "Did Mr Perkins teach you to say the word fucker?"

"No, who used that word? He's too much of a gentleman to use such language."



When Andrea told Jefferson about catching a fish he laughed disbelievingly and said, "What, you caught a fish? But you don't fish, or do you?"

"Well I started today."

"Did you throw it back?"

"No, it was too big to throw back."

"Oh yeah, pull my other leg."

"We have been invited to a street cookout tomorrow evening to help eat it."

"Andrea, have you been drinking. Look darling, get into the shower. Tonight I take you out to dinner."

Andrea yawned and suggested they have take-outs.

"It is to propose and to become engaged to you, remember."

"Oh fuck, I've forgotten that. Oh darling, kisses. I'll need an hour to get ready."

"I guessed that. Probably it will take you one and a half hours, as you're so exhausted throwing that tiddler back into the water. Heh-heh-heh."

They sat in booth in Mason & Boon's Traditional American Restaurant.

"Andrea, I'm beautifully in love with you and think of you when away from you even when not masturbating. I wish to share my life with you darling and will stand by you through thick and thin. Will you please become my wife?"

A little stunned at the mention of masturbation and a graphic image, Andrea blinked and said, "Oooh yes darling, ooh yes. I have so much wanted to hear this proposal from you. I accept and will stand by you through thick and thin and bear your children if all goes well for us in that direction."

"Thank you darling," Jefferson said, sliding a small black box across the table to her and turned and beckoned over a waiter and ordered a bottle of Mumm's non-vintage champagne. Andrea waited patiently to open the box. When Jefferson turned back to her she allowed him to see her excited and he appeared well pleased. From the box she withdrew a solitaire 18k diamond engagement ring in a white gold six-prong platinum setting.

Andrea cried out in pleasure and said it was very beautiful and she couldn't have made a better selection had she chosen the ring herself. She looked at him quizzically and said it fitted perfectly.

"I took in one of your rings to the jeweler and told him what finger you wore that ring on and took him the photo of your hand I sneaked when you were wearing that ring, using my phone camera."

"Oh darling, you clever man."



Jefferson, weary from all the sex the previous night, unrolled the newspaper at the gate for a quick read before heading out to the ranch.

He gaped. "I fucking cannot believe it; I truly can't," he gasped, gazing at the photograph under the front-page heading, 'Hot Mayoral Candidate Lands Old Man of the Sea'.

'Hot favorite to become Pike's Point new mayor, Andrea Finn went fishing for the first time ever yesterday afternoon. It took her an hour to learn to cast and then another hour to land this Chinook salmon. Weighing in at twenty-three pounds, seven ounces it is the largest Chinook recorded as being caught in Charlotte Inlet since a 32lb monster was caught in the inlet fifteen years ago.'

Jefferson went racing in and shook Andrea awake.

"What is it, am I pregnant," she asked, and giggled at the look on Jefferson's face.

With trembled hands he held out the newspaper and croaked, "Look."

"Ah yes, my tiddler. I guess we didn't throw it away after all."

"T-the biggest s-s-salmon I-I've landed was a shade over ten pounds. I've fished since I was three years old."

"Perhaps you'll get better as you get older darling?"

Jefferson kissed Andrea and left, still looking somewhat dazed. 

"Oh why do men think they have to be best at everything," she yawned.

Andrea read the story and beamed when she came to the bit, "Mr Perkins, with a distinguished career in local government and an elder in the Presbyterian Church, said it was absolutely true Andrea hooked the fish a mere 20-feet from the 10ft boat and played it for almost an hour, following his instructions and at times being on the verge of panic. He had to gaff it because his landing net was too small. "When Andrea hooked the fish she screamed in near terror and yelled what should she do. Towards the end, tiring, she was pumping the rod like a pro. I was so proud of her. She's a real goer and will be a great mayor – I suppose I'm allowed to say that?"

* * *

Jake James, home late after another night on the beer, awoke with his mom hitting him across the face with a folded newspaper. "Read the front page," she grinned.

Jake looked at the photo and the big heading and howled, "Why isn't all that space devoted to me?"

"When were you last out fishing?" she jeered. 

That cut into Jake and he thought he'd show them; he'd get front page.

He called three of his mates, one of whom lived in a ranch. That guy checked pastures and found a dead cow that had bogged at a watering hole. He used the front-end loader of a tractor to load it on to his pickup.

Jake took his father's fishing boat, without authority, from the West's mariner at Mornington and backed it alongside a wharf. He and his three mates lifted the stinking carcass off the pickup and dropped it ten feet down into the cockpit of the 25ft boat. They then went down the inlet to the area known as Shark's hole, threaded a thick steel trace in and out of the carcass and attached a huge hook and pushed it in out of sight. They then complaining, and feeling nauseated, dropped the carcass overboard, only then remembering they hadn't attached the line to the other end of the trace. There was a shark feeding frenzy as the carcass began its freefall descent. The guys stared at each other in dismay, knowing they wouldn't be hauling up the biggest shark ever caught in Charlotte's Inlet.

Just then there was a tremendous noise of a blasting siren and they looked up to see a huge tanker loaded deep and carrying motor vehicle gas bearing down on them; It would take a couple of miles to stop and at that draught couldn't leave the shipping channel.

"Your fucking moron," Jake yelled to no one in particular. "You have parked us in the shipping channel."

"You parked us here Jake," yelled Austin.

Freddie yelled, "Yeah, get us out of here."

Jake grabbed the controls and after three false starts just cleared out fifty yards ahead of the arrival of the tanker at the spot they were anchored. Freddie had cut their anchor rope.

They sped back to Mornington where a photographer from the Gazette dutifully photographed them being arrested by Wharf Police and the boat being impounded pending a potential murder investigation with skin, hair and old blood being found in the cockpit and the unlikely explanation being that the young men had gone fishing with a dead cow as bait.

Freddie said to the photographer, "Don't submit this little incident for publication please pal."

The female photographer jeered, "Enjoy jail you jerk."

After the fisher's story checked out, a forensic investigation confirming it was cow and not human remains in the cockpit, the hapless guys were charged with being anchored in the shipping channel illegally, putting a fuel tanker at risk and wasting police time. They were remanded to appear in court in a month. That was a relief to Jake because that would be two weeks after the election.

Next morning Jake awoke with his dad the mayor hitting him across the face with a folded newspaper. "Read the front page," he yelled. "You steal my boat to commit political suicide."

Jake looked at horror at the screaming front-page headline. 'Pike Point Mayor's Son Baits with Cow to Catch Huge 48,000-ton Tanker'.

The story began, 'Wharf police suspected murder when four men in a blood-splattered small craft...'

"Dad, I can explain..."

"I'm not listening. You're brainless... a moron. A family disaster."

Jake's mother wouldn't talk to him and ordered him out of her kitchen, cackling in laughter. He slunk out and going into the CBD to buy breakfast experienced an amazing time. People – mostly young or adult lay-abouts – appeared in all directions hooting with laughter and slapping his back.

Completely unintentionally, Jake had become a cult hero. The proprietor of the hamburger store, usually inclined to throw Jake and his drunken mates out of the premises, saw the potential of a financial harvest, greeted Jake like a long-lost buddy and gave him a free breakfast, but charged Jake's entourage full prices.

Meanwhile at his opponent's house, Jefferson who'd snatched a look at the Gazette before setting off to the farm, raced back to the bedroom with the newspaper story of Jake's misadventure. They rolled about the bed in near hysterics; Jefferson found a bare breast in his hand and as a consequence arrived at the ranch late for work. But he had an excuse: "Dad I become engaged to Andrea last night." 

"Oh good, I'll tell your mother. Move your ass as join the boys – we're weighing and grading steers today."

Priscilla was over the moon with the news. She called Andrea to congratulate her and after the usual stuff women share in such moments of emotional tenderness invited Andrea to the ranch at 7:00 that night and suggested she dress up. Andrea assumed that meant she and Jefferson would be taken out to dinner, probably to Nancy's Dine-in and Take-outs between the tractor service center and the veterinary clinic.

* * *

As Andrea approached the road turnoff into the ranch she spotted a huge marquee to one side of the house and in the 'home' pasture were at least forty vehicles. A young woman waiting at the gate waved her down and got into the pickup. 

"Hi I'm Jane Ferguson, a near neighbor from eleven miles east of here. Congratulations."

"Thanks Jane. My what a pretty dress."

"Yeah but I'm uncomfortable in it. I live in jeans and checked shirts. I need to make a call but you can drive us in."

"Hi Mrs Robbins, we're on our way in."

Andrea saw people spilling from the marquee, drinks in hand.

"This is your welcome to the district darling. You are soon to become one of us."

"One of us?"

"A country girl," smiled Jane, "although we do know we have to share you with the city. On your wedding day Tim and Priscilla hand over the ranch to Jefferson."

"What! He hasn't told me that."

"Oh darling you'll get use to that. Men usually will tell you about things important to them, like first progeny from a newly purchased bull, or the result of a football match, or how the Yankees in New York at doing, or the price of gas and the size of a fish they caught."

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure darling and in twenty years or so you'll be telling your imminent daughter the same thing."

"But I'm confused..."

"For Christ-sake Andrea, don't let any male hear you say that. If they hear such a confession they'll claim everything they've ever alleged about women is true."

"Oooh, I wouldn't want to do that. What I was going to say I don't know many of these people."

"It's why they are all here dear... to meet you. And you'll meet them all again at your wedding at the events center."

"Events center? Jefferson and I plan a small wedding in the town's coffee gardens."

"Sorry darling. It's nothing to do with you. Priscilla and her cronies have taken over but you will be consulted on important things such as the color of flowers and the hem length of your dress."

"But we wanted a quiet wedding..."

"It will be quiet darling, during the actual service. Priscilla will talk to you about your side... her guest list is approaching 120 and you'll be expected to match that. But you'll have to hurry because the wedding is in eighteen days."

"Is it?"

"Yes, confusing isn't it?"

"You're obviously married.

"Yes and I hope we'll become great friends and become pregnant together."

"Won't we need a man?"

Jane opened her mouth and then caught the sly look. She almost fell out of the pickup laughing.

People ahead of them began cheering and the 11-piece band began playing 'Here Comes the Bride'.




A Dumb Blonde as Mayor



Yes, very confusing, Andrea thought brushing away the laughter tears from her eyes.



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Andrea Finn became Mayor of Pike's Point, winning 81.5% of the vote. 

Two days later before 170 guests Jefferson Robbins married Andrea Finn with Jane Ferguson as chief bridesmaid, Sandra Jones as a bridesmaid, her daughter Robina as flower girl and Elsie Strong as matron of honor. Andrea's father gave her away and her mother, sat with Priscilla Robbins, both weeping copiously. The seven councilors and partners and fifteen people from the elementary school and their partners comprised the bulk of Andrea's guests along with the retiring mayor Ivan James and his wife Gabriel.

An estimated 5500 cheering citizens lined the route from the church to the events center for the after-wedding function.

Two photos of the wedding appeared on page eight of the Gazette. Page one was taken over by two big news stories: Mornington Council was investigating a site for a new airport in the adjacent rural territory of Pike's Point Council and the Harbor Authority was investigating providing and operating a five-port roll-on-roll-off freight facility to service Charlotte Inlet communities. In each announcement the incoming Mayor of Pikes Port stated she was solidly behind the proposal.

The reporters had contracted her before Andrea left with Jefferson on their honeymoon at an undisclosed fishing retreat. 





THE END



A Dungeon and a Dragon



I'd answered one of those ads in a porn magazine. I'd always wanted to see if they were legit, or just a come-on. And I'd always wanted to try domination. When I phoned, a pleasant enough voice gave me the address and told me to come on over. So I came.

It turned out to be a private house, nothing to set it aside from the others in the street. I began to wonder if it was a hoax. When I rang, the door was answered by a woman who looked nothing like the picture in the ad. She was older, at least thirty, but attractive enough if you like tall women, with full hips and a narrow waist and a prow like a sailing ship.

"Jason?" she said.

I nodded. "Come on in." She closed the door. "You said you wanted an experience that was different. Right?"

"Er, sure," I said.

"Are you prepared to obey me, do absolutely everything I say?"

"Er, sure," I said.

"My name's Irma, but you call me Mistress. Understand?"

"Sure," I said.

"Yes, Mistress." Her voice was like a whiplash.

"Sorry. Yes, Mistress."

"That's better. Follow me."

She led the way down some stairs, into a basement room that was exactly what she'd advertised. Whether a dungeon had ever looked like that in medieval times, I had no way of knowing, but it sure had all the trimmings I'd ever imagined. There were whips on racks, coils of rope, shackles attached to the wall in various places, even ropes hanging from the ceiling. And a huge couch in the center of the room.

"You're not into pain, you said?"

"That's right---er, Mistress."

"You're sure you want to be dominated?"

"Oh yes, Mistress."

"Right. Strip!"

This was a bit sudden. I'd never peeled in front of a dame before. I'd been peeled by a few, but this was like an army physical. I began to unlace my shoes.

"I said strip," Mistress Irma said. "Kick those things off. Get everything off, double quick! Let's see what you've got."

She folded her arms and stared at me, and I peeled off while she looked critically at everything as it came into view. I'd expected this to be an exciting experience, but so far my prick wasn't showing any sign of life. I stood before her self-consciously, wishing I hadn't come.

"Not much to boast about there," she sneered. "You've got a nicely developed body, but I've seen better peckers than that on a poodle. Seems I'll have to wake you up."

She clapped her hands, and through a door at the back of the room came a figure with long, untidy hair dressed in a sort of grey smock that covered her from shoulders to feet. Round her neck was a metal collar, and from the collar trailed a long rope. Mistress Irma took the end of the rope and clipped it to a staple on one wall.

"Shackle him!" she commanded.

The grey figure pushed me back against the wall, and I found my arms stretched out to either side and fastened to rings on the wall. "Open your legs," the figure said quietly. "Further." And my outspread feet were similarly pinioned. It might seem like a sexy situation, but so far all I was feeling was fear, and the procedure had done nothing to develop an erection, which was evidently what was required.

"Harness him!" Mistress Irma commanded.

The grey figure went to a table and picked up two items I had not noticed before. One was a ring, which she slipped on my limp cock and pushed on as far as it would go. The other was some sort of strap which she fastened tightly under my scrotum and over my cock.

"Undress me!" Mistress Irma commanded.

So far I'd been able to take in a pretty statuesque figure, but I hadn't paid much attention to the clothes she was wearing. As she stood in front of me I saw she was wearing a full length suede skirt that came down over the tops of some sort of high boots. The boots had been in the advertisement, anyway. A close fitting jacket was bulging incredibly over a bust that promised to be spectacular, to judge by the expanse of cleavage showing.

The grey figure, evidently some sort of phony slave character, I thought---I was beginning to regain some confidence after the initial impact---moved to Mistress Irma and removed her jacket. I had been prepared for something different, but not this. Mistress Irma's whole torso was encased in a web of leather straps, criss-crossing from her shoulders above and below her breasts, forcing her breasts up and out and moulding them into spectacular round pyramids. Fine straps surrounded her aureoles, squeezing them till they thrust through the web, the nipples evidently painted and projecting red and raw.

I could feel my prick beginning to stir, but I couldn't look down at it without taking my eyes off those wonderful tits.

The grey figure was unfastening Mistress Irma's skirt at the waist. Almost immediately it cascaded to the floor in a pool at her feet. I don't know what I had been expecting, but not this. The high boots were higher than I had thought. They encased her legs all the way up to a few inches below her crotch. And the leather web continued to enmesh her naked body from her great breasts, tightly cinching her waist, crossing at the golden ornament in her navel, enclosing her broad hips, and down to the tops of her muscular thighs, Her whole crotch had been shaved absolutely naked and oiled or creamed till it shone, and the straps that sloped from her hips below a slightly protruding belly disappeared between her thighs where they joined at her crotch so that no part of the interesting area between her thighs was concealed.

Mistress Irma stepped out of the skirt at her feet, and posed in front of me, legs apart to show the naked lips pouting from her open vulva, and breasts thrust forward to accentuate the jutting nipples. Then she slowly turned, so that I could see how the straps of the web pulled apart her two great rounded buttocks and disappeared down the crack between. If she had been stark naked this voluptuous body could not have been as sexually arousing as it was, encased in a harness which could have no other purpose than to inflame me.

It certainly did inflame me! No wonder she had shackled me. I wanted to fling myself on that body and press my mouth to every part of it.

"So! You have something to show after all! Show me how hard it is."

The slave took my balls in hand and lifted them, then enclosed my prick and tried to bend it down. "Like iron, Mistress." 

Mistress Irma smiled. "You find my body exciting?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You'd like to have it for yourself?'

"Yes please, Mistress."

"Mistress Irma's body is not for the likes of you. You are here to learn what it's like to be dominated, not to dominate. Sophia, take off your robe."

The slave Sophia undid a string at her throat, and the grey robe fell to her feet. Apart from the metal collar round her throat she was stark naked, a beautiful, slim, small breasted, dainty creature that at any other time I would have lusted for. But it was Mistress Irma's body that I lusted for now, a mature, well rounded, infinitely sexy body, a body I was not apparently to be allowed to possess.

"You like Sophia's body, Jason," Mistress Irma asked mockingly.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, sincerely.

"Whose body excites you more?"

"Yours, Mistress," I replied. And I meant it.

She laughed. "You should be so lucky, Jason! Sophia, put the collar on him and unshackle him."

The slave girl fastened round my neck a collar like her own, and released me from my wall fastenings. She gave the rope attached to my collar to her mistress. Mistress Irma went to a strange looking seat by the wall. It had a back, and the padded seat was high, but cut away in a semicircle at the front. She sat on the seat, her legs spread wide apart and her feet resting in stirrups that raised them a foot or more from the floor. She pulled on the rope attached to my collar.

"Come here. Are you thirsty? You shall drink the sweetest nectar you have ever tasted. Kneel before me, slave. Between my legs. Closer."

She put two hands behind my head and drew it toward her, between her thighs, close in front of her smooth, glistening pubic mound, and I realized why the seat was cut away in front. "Drink!" she commanded, and pulled my head into the cutaway area of the seat, pressing my face into her harnessed crotch. "Drink!" she said again, and forced my mouth to the open mouth of her vulva, a mouth that was hot and soft and already salivating copiously.

Her whole genital area had been heavily perfumed, to combine with the exciting smell of her cunt juice. Her thighs were warm and smooth, enclosing me. And as my mouth began to probe inside her willing cunt I felt my prick taken by a cool hand and gently explored. I had never indulged in cunnilingus before. I was not even sure which parts of a woman's cunt were most sensitive. However, my mistress instructed me, both with the pressure forcing my mouth against her cunt and with her vocal commands.

As I took her fleshy lips into my mouth she opened her legs wider and commanded, "Suck them! Suck them hard!" When my mouth probed between her lips and opened the entrance to her vagina, she pressed my face harder into her crotch and gasped, "Right inside. Open me right up and drink my cunt dry."

When my tongue found its way between her inner lips, and the nectar was flowing copiously, she flung her thighs even wider apart and ground my face into her twat as if she would force it inside. "Fuck me with your tongue," she yelled. "Stick it right up inside me. Don't dare stop. Keep fucking me until I cum."

And then she was cumming, flailing her legs and writhing her ample pelvis and screaming. And as suddenly she stopped. "Sophia, you didnt let him cum?" Her voice was filled with menace. "No, Mistress, I wasn't masturbating him. He's still hard."

I had been so concerned with enjoyment of a new sensation, and latterly with trying to breathe, that I had hardly been aware of the attentions to my prick. Gentle, exploring attentions. Evidently I was having to service my mistress without getting any relief myself.

"Take him to the couch!" my mistress commanded. Sophia pulled on my leash and led me to the great couch. "Lie down, please," she said, and once I was horizontal she took my vertical pecker in her hand and ran her finger nails gently up and down the underside of the shaft. My mistress approached and leaned over me, her great scarlet tipped breasts thrusting down toward my face. "How much would you like to suck on these nipples?" she demanded.

"Desperately," I said.

"Well you shall see how swollen they get when they're sucked. Sophia!"

She turned toward the slave, and Sophia stooped to take one of those fantastic nipples in her mouth. "Harder! Let me feel your tongue!" I could see Sophia's mouth working on the nipple, the aureole sucked inside her mouth. Then my mistress grabbed her slave's head and crushed it to her great tit, and with her other hand grabbed her other breast and mashed it savagely.

She was writhing and moaning when at last she thrust the girl away from her. "That's what tit sucking is all about," she gasped. "Think you could do as well?"

"Yes please, Mistress," I said eagerly, and began to sit up. But it was not the magnificent tit of my mistress that my mouth encountered. It was a small, delicate breast, as the slave Sophia leaned over me to take my head gently in her hands and guide my mouth to her own tiny nipple. It was a shock, a disappointment, and yet the tiny nut was firm and instantly responsive, unlike the soft fruit of a more mature breast. As I sucked , one gentle hand caressed my face while the other pressed my mouth to her, and the little nut swelled and hardened and Sophia began to gasp.

"Lie down!" my mistress snarled. "You are here to service me, not my slave. Sophia, see if he's ready for me.

The girl released her nipple from my mouth, and took my cock in her hands. "Yes, mistress. A beautiful rod."

"You're beginning to learn about domination," my mistress said. "You may think it's a man's place to dominate a woman in sex, but you've got to learn that it's a woman's satisfaction that's most important. Your duty is to give the woman whatever satisfaction she craves, in any way she craves it. You may get your orgasm, but that's only one part of her satisfaction. My satisfaction now is in dominating you, in seeing you in my power, in making you do to me whatever I want, not whatever you want. I wanted masturbation, and I made you masturbate me with your mouth. Now my cunt wants to be filled with hot throbbing cock, and it's your cock that's going to fill me, but don't think for a moment that you're going to have the satisfaction of fucking your mistress. Your mistress is going to fuck you, the way she wants it, for her own satisfaction, not yours."

She stepped up onto the couch and knelt astride my body. As she lowered her great pelvis onto me, I felt the slave girl's gentle hands take my cock and hold it high, and the hot mouth of a hungry cunt enveloped the head of my prick and imprisoned it. It was then I learned something of the sensations a woman craved. The beautiful enmeshed naked body above me leaned forward, the great thrusting tits with their raw swollen nipples close above my face but so completely out of reach. I realized she needed to display her body, not for my excitement but for her own. And as my prick responded to the intense stimulation of her nakedness, I felt the muscles of her cunt clench on my knob . Then as she sat up again, her pelvis lowered and the tunnel of her vagina took my prick slowly but surely into its depths. It was as if a hot mouth was enclosing my prick, not squeezing it or gripping it as other cunts did. I had never been in a cunt so large, so wide. But it was disappointing, there was almost no sensation from the cunt I had so desperately wanted to fuck.

And then the sensations began. There was no visible motion from my mistress, but my cock was suddenly clenched. And then as I watched my mistress's belly swelling and contracting my cock was being masturbated, the shaft squeezed where it entered that magic cunt and slowly massaged along its whole length and back down again. Masturbation was nothing new, either by my own hands or by someone else's, but being masturbated so methodically by the muscles of a cunt under perfect control was something I had never experienced. And in front of me were two tits rising and falling so close to my face that I had to struggle to raise my head to get close to them.

But as I lifted my head and a swollen, turgid nipple was almost in my mouth, it moved away from me and the whole magnificent nakedness in front of me rose and the muscles at the mouth of that enveloping cunt squeezed their way up toward my knob till I was afraid the excruciating masturbation was to finish. I should have realized that the spasming fuck hole that was enveloping me was just that, a fuck hole. And my mistress was pleasuring herself and not about to leave her vagina hole empty now that she had it filled with a length of hot meat. What had she said? "My cunt wants to be filled with hot throbbing cock."

She cupped those wonderful tits, one in each hand, and leaned toward me, fingering nipples that seemed as if they must burst at any moment. Was she tormenting me, or trying to make my prick swell even more, or simply enjoying displaying them to me? And then she lowered her massive buttocks till they sat on my thighs, and that fuck hole once more swallowed me, clenching the whole length of my prick.

And then it began, the most incredible display of muscular control. The cunt enclosing me rose and fell, the cunt muscles squeezing and gripping and clenching and masturbating me till I was crying out with the exquisite pain of it. The deep eye of my mistress's navel opened and closed as her belly swelled and contracted and gyrated in time to her gasps. And then she began to shout. "You are my sex slave, my fucking pole, just a thing to be dominated and fill my cunt whenever I wish."

And then I was cumming, the most immense cumming, and I lost all interest in the body above me, whether it was cumming with me or not.

Domination had been the most fantastic experience of my life.



A Dusty Memory



Cloud looked across the attic, spotting the cardboard box she had been looking for. A sad smile formed on her face and without hesitation, she kneeled next to it, unafraid of the memories she knew it would kick up. With trembling hands, she opened the box like it was a rare treasure. To Cloud, it was just that. This box held her past. The past that she both loved and hated at the same time.

After searching through the box for some time, she carefully lifted out an old picture. Gingerly wiping the dust off of the frame, she couldn't help but laugh. The picture revealed her and her late mother. The mother she had loved and given up everything but her own life to protect. Cloud didn't regret her choices. Given the chance, she'd go through it again if it would mean saving her mother. 

How many years Cloud had lived with the abuse her stepfather had dealt out, she didn't quite remember. But she did remember, clear as day, when this picture had been taken. It had been a day of both good and bad memories. Things she cherished in her heart. It had been that day that her stepfather had begun the years of abuse that had changed her life forever. That part, was almost forgotten, but the rest... 

It had been her birthday. Her mother had surprised her by showing up an hour early at her singing lessons with the intention of taking her out for ice cream. However, Cloud's dreams, everything had been shattered when she and her mother had gone home. 

Cloud smiled sadly at the memory. Stubborn, even as a young girl at the age of five. She had protected her mother and in return for her trouble, her stepfather had stabbed her in the shoulder blade. The pain, she knew, would never be out of her mind. Even now, twenty, married, and another child on the way, she remembered. 

She had never let it stop her. Cloud had met DeadShot and her dreams had been reborn. Memories of her stepfather's abuse were disappearing. So few times to think about the past. All that was there now was the future. From where she stood now, that future looked beautiful. 

Beautiful. Something her husband called her so often. Cloud smiled again and hugged the photo to her chest. Carefully, she placed it back into the box. 

"Someday," Cloud whispered. "Someday you can come out again." 

That day, Cloud knew, was not far off. Her pain was nearly gone. Soon, she would be able to look at the pictures of her mother and not break down in a rush of emotion and tears. For now, however, the thought of her mother's death was too new. Too fresh and vivid. 

Cloud closed the box and walked down the stairs to the living room before turning off the attic lights and leaving her pain to be forgotten once more. 




A Dusty Tail



I was certain my queasy and debilitating feeling of frustration would end if I could only lick the trail of hair that descended, from Dusty's belly button, into the top of his jeans. One side of my brain told me to just do it, while, the other side told me I could destroy the friendship we'd enjoyed since starting kindergarten, thirteen years ago. I'd always felt a powerful attraction to Dusty Burton and had, always, to be close to him; and though he had never indicated that he felt the same about me, I hoped he had.

There could be no doubt his roguish, good looks had a great deal to do with the magnetic attraction I'd been concealing. His light brown, brush cut and piercing, blue eyes gave him the appearance of a ruffian and a troublemaker. Whenever there was a problem in the neighbourhood, It would be a foregone conclusion, on the part of all the grownups, that Dusty Burton was the instigator. Most hadn't bothered to really know him as I had. His constant, calculating grin and I-don't-give-a-shit attitude made him one of the most lovable characters you'd ever want to meet; and, in addition, he was a very amusing, practical joker. 

The catalyst for the rebirth of my compulsion to eat out Dusty's butt hole had been Mr. Richardson. Had It not been for him, neither Dusty or I would've been under the car together. I was on my bike when I heard my name being called. "Terry! Terry Williamson, c'mon over here, son." He was pressure-washing his driveway. I waited till he'd stopped the noisy spray. 

"Hi, Mr. Richardson, something I can do to help?" I asked. He motioned me to follow as he went into the garden, behind the house.

"I've got an old wreck I should've got rid of years ago," he said, "been takin' up good tomato-growing space, for 'bout thirty-five years now."

"It's not running, Mr Richardson?" I asked.

"Oh, heavens, no!" He said. "Can you believe it, boy, almost thirty-five years I've kept that automobile, sittin' on cinder blocks and covered with that tarp." He was incredulous that so much time had so quickly passed. "Yep, last time I drove her I was a fifty year-old."

"Wha' d'ya want me to do?" Something inside was telling me I wanted that car. "What kind is it, Mr. Richardson." I had a wonderful vision of a Mustang.

"A 1961 Pontiac," He said, proudly, as he pulled away the cover. "Yep, Terry, she's a Pontiac Parisienne. She was a mighty impressive car when she was in her prime." He wiped his misty eyes with a shirt sleeve. The awesome, canary-yellow convertible was way beyond kool. And no matter what, I had to have it.

"Wha' d' ya want done with it, Mr. Richardson?" I asked again.

"Well, son, tell ya what I'm prepared to do... Supposing, I was to offer you, say, a hundred bucks to get it out of here. You could get it over to the scrapyard, just over on Chambly Road. They'd likely give you at least fifty for the scrap value. I'm sure you'd make yourself a few bucks on the deal...what do ya think, Terry?"

"Oh, yeah, kool, ya can start plantin' yer tomatoes this afternoon," I told him. I was so excited I'd forgotten where I'd been going; and almost forgot my bike, too, in my rush to find Dusty.

Everything went surprising well. Dusty's dad had a twelve volt battery charger as well as a spray-paint compressor that would inflate tires. My parents never used our garage, so we'd have a place to work. Dusty borrowed his mom's car and pushed the Pontiac into our garage. While Mr. Richardson was suffering mixed emotions, Dusty and I were hyper with excitement. We had a convertible and a hundred bucks for repairs.

We added the necessary liquids to the battery and quick-charged it because we were so horny to see if the top would go down. Its joints complained bitterly until we did a little oiling. Afterwards, It performed admirably, seating itself, out of sight, behind the rear seat. Dusty scrutinized every square inch of its exterior while I sat behind the wheel, making wild squealing and screeching sounds as I swerved recklessly.

"Ter, it's incredible, there's not a ding anywhere...This mother-fucker looks like it just came out of the showroom!" Dusty shouted. Can you imagine what this baby'll be worth, once we get it running?"

"She's not for sale!" I shouted back at him.

"Have you got tools and crap around here?...Not a big deal if you don't. I'm sure my dad has anything we'd need. He practically lives at Tool Paradise." The next day we proceeded to get ourselves filthy. I was amazed at how much Dusty knew about engines. He'd have only to glance momentarily at an illustration in the Owners' Guide to assure himself everything was according to the book. "You know What, Ter, even the Owners' Guide, in this condition, is probably worth more than fifty bucks. I couldn't recall hearing Dusty talking financial matters since the days when he used to glom the neighbours' milk money from doorsteps, early ever morning, 

By the way, Terry, I never told ya what happened to me, earlier today," Dusty said, all excited.

"What?" I asked.

"I was in Lachine on LaSalle boulevard an' you know how hot it was?"

"Yeah, It was Hell." I agreed.

"Well, since I my swim suit was in the car, I stopped for a swim at the rapids, okay. So, I come outta the water an' I'm sittin' there dryin' off an' I notice this broad. She's shamelessly scopin' me...'specially my basket, okay. Ter, she was really staring." He related, with eyes as wide as salad plates.

"Yer shittin' me."

"No, Ter, when I caught her a few more times, ya know, like starin' at me, okay. Fuck, my mind was racin' like hell and mister happy was startiin' to cha-cha-cha. I got up and walked real seductive-like to the car. Through the corner of my eye I could see she'd got up, too, and she was following me, okay." 

"Was she a good-looker?"

"Shit, Terry, Mr. Happy thought she was gorgeous. Yeah. Well anyhow, I get in the car and I'm sittin' behind the wheel, ya know, like I was tryna get outta the sun, fer a while. Well, man, in a flash she was gettin' in the passenger side." 

"Yeah, and?"

"Ok, so she slides over, right close to me an', get this, Terry, this is koool." He says, keeping me on edge. "By this time, Terry, I'm so horny I woulda fucked a porcupine, okay. She slides over, pulls my swim-suit down, slips my foreskin back and then, Terry, get this, okay, she gives my knob an examination, like she's a friggin nurse." He said, pausing for maximum effect.

"C'mon, Dusty, you're just yankin' my chain, huh?"

"No, this is a great story. So, I pass her examination with flyin' colours. Then, an' this is really the sexy part, Ter, she gets a Kleenex and wraps her teeth in it."

"Oh, my God, that's awesome," I told him, excitedly.

"Well, Terry, she sucked my little, 'ol cock like she hadn' seen one since Jesus was an altar boy. Okay, so she swallows my cum, licks my cock till it's immaculate, then puts her teeth back in 'er mouth...I'm s'pposed to meet her at her apartment, tomorrow afternoon...Ya gonna want a blow-by-blow report?" He asked.

"I'll be waiting with a hard on."

Dusty, now completely satisfied with what he'd accomplished at the beach, as well as on the upper part of the engine, was ready to tackle the installing of shims, or some such things, on the connecting rods. I felt a sudden weakness in my legs when he pulled his T- shirt over his head. His muscled, hairy chest did it's usual number on my lower body. I hoped my tongue hadn't hung out while ogling his elusive treasure trail.

"Awww, Shit!" Dusty shouted from under the car.

"What's wrong?" I asked, nervously.

"The freakin' guts aren't all here."

"Aw, Dusty, what're we gonna do, can we get whatever's missing?

"I don't know, Ter, this is an awful old car. Call Sketcher Auto Parts and ask if they've got a fourgang, camshaft stretcher for this model." 

"They didn't understand what I'm askin' for, Dusty. How do you spell it?"

"S - u - c - k - e - r!" Dusty shouted, laughing foolishly.

"Ya bastard, Dusty. You got any idea how ya scared me, y'asshole?"

Leaning on a fender, I was able to watch him, through a myriad of wires and gizmos, as he lay under the car. Straining to pull on the wrench, he grimaced through tightly-clenched teeth; a sight, in itself, that was worth the price of admission. But, the pleasure trail from his belly-button to his belt buckle was what really kept me steamed- I needed to get to the bottom of it. "Hey, Terry, you still there?"

"Yeah, why...ya wanna play another joke?"

"Naw. I need ya down here. I want ya to hold something for me?"

"Ya, man, be right down," I said, enthusiastically. I hoped it might be Mr. Happy he wanted me to hold. I knew that being under the car with him was going to test me to my limit. I prayed he wouldn't be saturated with sweat, the aphrodisiac that was able to turn me into a raving, sex maniac. My job had only been to hold the oil pan in place until he could hand-tighten a couple of bolts. Too soon, my usefulness had ended, and though there was no need for me to remain, I had a very strong desire to do so. "Is it all good, so far?" I asked, preferring that he knew I was still lurking. 

"Yeah," he said, enthusiastically, then added, "All we have to do, after I get all the pan bolts in, is fill the crankcase with oil and fill the rad with water. Then, with a little bit of luck, she should purr like a kitten, accordin' to the book."

"Fantastic," I said, returning to my navel gazing. I had a terrible hard on just from studying his cute outie, his pointy nipples and wispy, chest hair. How I would've loved to put my arms around him. His muscles rippled whenever he pulled on the wrench. Fortunately, for me, there seemed to be a thousand bolts necessary to hold an oil pan in place. I could see a little more of his treasure trail every time he reached for another bolt. By now, I was hyperventilating. My body was shaking violently and I couldn't make it stop. How, in the name of God, I asked myself, could any guy possess another so completely- Dusty was a Devil, a Devil I knew I'd never be able to - and didn't ever want to - exorcise. My stomach was flipping over and over. My eyes were straining to focus on every detail of his heavenly body. I wanted to lick the glistening perspiration from his stomach. Inch by inch, I kept moving closer. The smell of his sweat was overwhelming. I began to feel faint. I breathed deeply and closed my eyes for a moment. 

Suddenly, It was as though I was under a demonic spell. Involuntarily, my arm began to move. I was outside of myself- an innocent bystander, watching, while someone else's fingers traced Dusty's stomach hair. He showed no reaction and went on inserting and tightening oil-pan bolts as though nothing unusual had happened. Could it have been that he was too embarrassed to say anything, or was it that he simply didn't know how to handle such an awkward situation. Of course, he may have thought that it was just an accident that could easily have happened in such a confined space. 

By now, too excited and irrational to stop, I brazenly fumbled with his belt buckle. His body trembled. I unzipped his jeans and secured the front of his underwear's waist-band under his balls. Between my thumb and fingers, I gently massaged his cock into a solid erection. Although I felt sure Dusty hadn't wanted to, he mildly humped my hand. When I tugged his foreskin' between my tightly pursed lips, there was absolutely no doubt that he knew what was going down.

I hoped His long sigh meant he was realizing at least a modicum of enjoyment from having his long, silky skin stretched over my tongue. Now, slicked with his pre cum, I continually swirled it on his knob. Sliding his skin completely back, I took a deep breath to inhale the sweet euphoric odour of his sweat before, dizzily, sucking the head deeply into my throat. 

"Shit, Ter," he said, "Now ya got me tryna get two bolts in the same hole; we'll never get finished at this rate." I cupped his hairy balls, for a moment, then licked the sack and took them, one by one into my mouth. his body movements indicated he was not going to tell me to stop, anytime soon. I grasped his cock and nibbled and licked him everywhere on his knob. Meanwhile, having accumulated a sufficient amount of pre cum on my fingers, I managed to get my hand between his legs and underneath him to get it in his ass crevice. 

The slight, bonging sound was that of his head hitting the oil pan when I pushed two fingers into his ass hole. Considering there was no reaction to his head bumping, I wondered if his enjoyment level had gone out of the ball park. my finger-fucking caused much panting, accompanied be loud moaning. He began fucking my mouth, as hard as he could in the cramped space, until his legs stiffened. "Ahh, yeah, ahhh." And his warm, thick, cum filled my mouth. I thought I'd have to swallow his cum forever. "Finished," He said, almost completely out of breath, "let's get 'er filled with oil and water and, ah, start 'er up."

Contented by my incredible success, I discontentedly awaited the reaction I thought must eventually come. He had, thus far, totally avoided broaching the subject of what I had done to him. Is it possible it would never be mentioned, I nervously wondered. 

After he'd made a few minor carburetor and distributor adjustments, we were proudly, cruising the brightly lit boulevards with the top down in our striking, Pontiac convertible. It happened in a drive-in while we were eating burgers that Dusty surprised me. "Ya know,Terry...I can't stop thinking about what took place under the car; I think that was the greatest shock of my life," he said, being extremely careful to choose the right words. At that moment I very much regretted what I'd done. 

"I never sucked anybody else, Dusty," I said, interrupting him, "I honestly don't understand what came over me. Fuck, Dusty, I couldn't stop myself; I'm afraid I'm insanely in love with you," I said, embarrassed. "I'm cool with it. Ya can relax, Terry...I'm sure ya know I'm straight, but I wanna be completely honest with ya. I really enjoyed yer blow-job-"

"Oh, thank God, Dusty, I was so scared you wouldn't wanna have anything more to do with me," I'd interrupted him to say.

"I've known for a long time, Terry, about how you felt about me, and maybe one day it'll happen for us. Maybe one day I'll be curious enough to give it a try; I don't know when, or if, it will ever happen but we're even closer now than we ever were ...Anyhow, what I'm tryna say is, don't be afraid to let me know, like, if ya need me again, okay...I'll always be here fer ya," he said, playfully squeezing my leg and smiling understandingly. 

What a sensitive and generous buddy he is, I thought; Not only has he relieved my pressure, but he's also given me an open invitation; however, he won't find it so easy to stay on the straight and narrow, once he's felt my tongue ferreting into his hot asshole.

"Thanks, Dusty, I was sure I could count on ya."



A Dutch Girl in Silicone Valley



Chapter One

The front door clicked shut as I went into the dark. Mist clouded the end of the block, dreary and miserable. 

Well, that more accurately described my mood. Wednesday night and Ann was not due back until Friday. Ann travels, often for several days at a time, because she has a growing career as an independent IT specialist. That's how I came to be the lone dinner guest at Karla and Arno's. My whole day at work was spent on an obtuse programming problem.

'I better adjust my attitude.', I thought. An evening sparring with Arno's wise ass sense of humor should do it. Mmmm, and Karla, attractive, direct. Always stimulating.

Turning the corner a light in the distant mist, like a fuzzy ball, drew me on. I put up my collar and moved to follow the yellow stripe in the street. No sense stumbling on a curb. 

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Arno and I first met our homeowner's association clubhouse at a monthly Wine Tasting thing. He made some crack about the decorations, I made an equally smart ass remark in return and our friendship began over free samples red wine.

Arno is a slim, medium height Argentinean. I kid him about his pencil thin moustache and slick schemes, he gives me a bad time about my "Ioway Corn Husker" mentality.

And Karla. Well, the first time I saw her remains a crystal clear memory. Ann and I had been lounging at the association pool most of Sunday morning. We were picking up to leave when Arno waved and sauntered up.

"Hey, you aren't leaving me to all these babe's are you?" Realizing Ann must be my wife he took her hand and kissing it said theatrically, "Pardon Madam. I would not make such a rude remark before a lady."

Ann, ever quick replied, "My God! And you can only be the 'Arno this' and 'Arno that' Ken has been talking about."

"Guilty!"

"Guilty!" I exclaimed, "You damned right guilty, he's ..."

"Oh and here comes my wife, Karla." he interrupted, looking over my shoulder.

I turned. Walking toward us was a tall, lightly tanned, long legged specimen of womanhood. Her face was framed in a large mane of black hair, a serious expression on her face. She wore a modest two piece suit that could not downplay a great body. She spotted Arno and a few strides of those lovely legs brought her near. Karla's smiling face cast a wonderful spell.

On the way home Ann snapped me on the butt with her towel saying, "You embarrassed me. The way you devoured that woman." Dodging into a bush to avoid another hit I countered, "Arno got his share, looking you over from crotch to cleavage!"

Karla is Dutch with a good command of English, but an accent. Arno has a slight accent, which when they argue, makes for some interesting dialog. Karla has an unusually open and outspoken attitude toward life which is delightful to experience. 

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I shifted the wine to my other arm and reached for the doorbell. Before it quit ringing, Arno was there. A radiant smile, "Ah ha, he has arrived!" My bad mood evaporated.

In the kitchen, Karla worked on a salad. We exchanged pleasantries. Arno speared three steaks onto a platter, nodded his head toward the patio saying, "Our drinks await. Come on. I'll show you the CORRECT way to do steaks while I tell you about my newest toy".

"Now Arno! You don't give Ken crazy ideas. I want for Ann and him to stay friends with us."

Arno, the great organizer, had something in mind. I could see it in his eyes!

"I just bought this fantastic digital video camera. I'll show it to you later, but you can't believe how good it is in low light!"

"Low light? You planning on shooting in bedroom windows in the neighborhood?"

"Yaah, great idea. Too bad you guys sleep on the second floor. I know what, ...you can leave a ladder by Ann's bedroom window for me."

After dinner we talked of things in general. Soon, as usual, Arno directed the conversation toward sex. I of course appreciated it as I didn't have the nerve.

Karla's observations were always so unselfconscious and frank sometimes we just had to laugh. Arno got on the subject of 'ideal fantasy' moments. I knew he was maneuvering with something specific in mind. Karla rarely caught on when Arno was leading her down a rosy path. The 'conclusion' appeared to be Arno wanted to watch Karla get it on with another man!

I almost choked on my drink. ('Holy crap Arno, what are you doing?' I thought. 'Keep it up!!')

Karla shot back that he, Arno would get upset and wind up creating a big scene if she did. 

When Arno remarked, "A man can get it on just for pleasure. It didn't mean anything more that having fun", Karla acted pissed, Arno winked at me.

She retorted that women, particularly she Karla could have just as much 'unattached' fun as Arno!

Soon it was revealed that Arno had been 'sampling' some other 'stuff' recently. 

Karla angrily told Arno, "If you want to watch me fuck somebody, he", a curt nod toward me, "and I will give you something to watch and I don't want to hear a WORD from you!"

Her comment hit me with a burn in my groin. Just being around Karla always thrilled me, but getting it ON with her! Overpowering.

"Exactly. Do it!" Arno gave Karla a hard black eyed stare.

"Come on!" she said looking at me and jerking her head toward their bedroom.

She seemed genuinely angry. What was up? I shrugged and Arno nodded toward the disappearing Karla, whispering, "GO, GO! It'll be great, I'll get the video!"

I peeked in the bedroom door. Soft, indirect light revealed Karla unfastening her bra. She shrugged it off tossing it on a chair already holding her blouse. I stood transfixed.

Karla straightened, hands on hips, laughed and said, "It's a game we play. Arno and me. We've talked about him watching me and some other guy, but I'm not going to go out to find something strange like Arno. If he needs it once in a while, I don't care. Men are like that. I think I'd like some strange too, so we decided on you. What do you say to that?"

"Really?." I said, displaying my lack of quick wit.

Burned into my brain is that first view of her breasts. Most breasts I have seen are round, Karla's are more pointed. Cone shaped. Flaring out and slightly down, featuring brown circles with large, erect nipples. Glorious!

Seemingly unconscious of her topless condition Karla instructed, "Put your stuff over there and we meet on the bed." 

Yup. Good old Karla, straight forward. Taking care of business. She hooked thumbs in her slacks and began to pull them down. "Here, I'll give you a little show. Get your meat in the mood."

Yaah, like I needed help. She turned around and slowly pulled everything down, stopping at her knees, wiggling her backside displaying large smooth orbs. When she picked up her things I got a great rear view of her wide crotch revealing fleshy lips peeking through a dark thatch.

"Quit looking and get your clothes off!" she teased. 

I threw my T-shirt toward the chair and jammed my pants down. My dick snagged on the shorts, broke loose and slapped my belly. Swollen, hard and ready. I was dancing around getting out of my socks when I felt a hand cupping my ass. 

"My, my. Such a nice one." She said. "Arno is an ass man, always telling me who has nice butts. All the time, where ever we go. Women or men."

I kicked my stuff aside and turned toward her, reaching for those wonderful breasts. She in turn grasped my cock and we both sucked in our breath. "I see I don't scare you off. Bringing you into my bedroom like that. Your meat says O.K. Arno said you were hot for me, but I was not so sure. ... That Arno!" 

Karla placed my hands on her hips. "Hmmm, you are taller than Arno." Then she pressed her nipples to my chest. A movement of her hips sent my cock between her legs, sliding my HARD cock along wet, fleshy folds. 

"Arno is shorter, we can't do this." Karla slowly pumped her hips and I tried to angle it in but she moved back. 

"Man, this new low light camera is just great!" Arno was at the door holding the video camera.

"Here look at this." He came over showing me the viewfinder displaying a clear picture of Karla's backside as she crawled onto the bed. 

"Hmmm, well look at this." Holding the camera one handed Arno pointed it at my cock and with the other hand he lifted my cock like he was weighing it. "This looks like it should do the job. Hey Karla, he's lots thicker than mine. I bet it's not longer though." He closed his hand and pumped it slowly a few times. 

"We'll make good use of this.", he said smiling at me. He moved to bend toward my cock, but I turned toward Karla. His hand pumping my dick felt nice, but...

"Move more slowly!" he barked as I raised a knee to the bed. "That's it, let's see your ass, ooh there's his ass hole, and look down here." 

I crawled up beside Karla and said, "We don't need any damned commentary from the camera man!" 

Karla laughed, "Yah, get your skinny dickie out Arno so you can spank it while we put on a show for you. ... But first go get the tripod."

I fondled a breast and pressed a hard nipple between my lips. Karla again hefted my cock.

"Now we can have your 'Exquisite Moment' in privacy. Here, come on." Turning on her back, she spread her legs and looked at me, holding out her arms.

(The Exquisite Moment was a reference to an earlier conversation about 'best moments'. I thought one of the most exquisite sexual moments is when entering a woman for the very first time. Entering slowly and feeling her stretching open to receive me. It is always a memorable moment. Not like I am a great cocksman, but I have had a few experiences.)

I knelt between her legs, grasped my cock with one hand and braced myself over her with the other. As I drew my dick up her slit, it dug into the slippery wet crack. I felt the 'Center' and pushed, SLOWLY. The head of my cock nosed in. Karla let out a nice little hiss of breath, I think I did too. Her cunt was snug, clasping my dick head. I wiggled my cock slightly and then pushed again. Karla angled her cunt to me. Two more pumps and I was in deep, her wet cunt lips pressed to my crotch. We were both breathing hard. Karla whispered, "I haven't been with anybody but Arno for years. I forgot how nice a different man can be."

I gave my cock several muscle jumps. She Ohhh'd again and then gave me several cunt clasps in return! I almost dumped my cookies on the spot. 

"Careful! Careful!" I said, pulling back and slipping out.

"Be sure and don't cum too soon." Karla's accent was thick and throaty. "Here! I watch you." she said and stuffed both pillows behind her head. "You O.K.? Ready again? I hold your meat ... I mean cock. It's thick. More than Arno."

She lifted my 'meat', like Arno had, seeming to weigh it and then measured my cock by sliding her fingers from throbbing head to root at my groin. "Men's things, I have not seen many, but you are not like most. It is with a wide helmet, just here.", she giggled. 

She pulled flesh up over the head and full back studying it. I shivered with pleasure, then moved off the bed and stood on the floor. Patting the edge of the bed I asked her to slide over.

"Fold your legs up." I suggested. 

Karla grabbed the pillows and stuffed them behind her again. 

"Perfect! Now we can both see." 

Karla was displayed fully open, directly in front of my rigid cock.

I lightly prodded her cunt lips with my undirected cock. It centered on the damp flesh which protruded like pouting lips. Grasping it I swirled the head around, up and down while we watch. 'Oh god' it felt good. 

"Push it in." she ordered. So I did and again I could feel her cunt opening to me as I 'shouldered' in.

"Yaaah, thick. Nice, nice. You like my box?" I didn't answer, just kept pumping slowly. I pulled it out and way back so we could see it was out. Then forward where it found it's mark, making a small sound as it nosed back in. I pushed until we were mashed together. We repeated this several times. 

Both our eyes were glued on the action. 

"Nice. Nice to watch our fucking huh?" Karla whispered.

Something hot and hard poked me in the butt. Arno naked, hard on in hand said, "You bet. Grande! Nice! You kids having fun yet?" He tried to slide his cock up the crack of my ass, but I turned toward him, my cock splotching out of Karla, waving back and forth.

"Let's measure." Arno said, grabbing me and laying his cock over mine. He was long and thin. Longer than me. Arno's cock head was brown, pointed and no larger than the shaft. My cock held under his, was wider with a pronounced purple head. He took both hands and lightly squeezed them together, pumping his cock slightly. 

"Hmmm, I wonder, what CAN we do? ...Here Karla move back and lay on the bed." he ordered, "Now put one of those pillows under your ass." 

The Director was taking charge again. 

Slowly fingering his cock he nodded toward Karla and said, "Get on her missionary style." Her pelvis was raised on a pillow, so I followed orders and got back between her lovely long legs, holding myself up, hands at her shoulders and let my cock find its own way in. Karla encircled me in her arms as I smoothly slid in and our wet crotches met. 

Arno said, "Here take some of this." extending a small jar toward Karla while rubbing thick jell on his dick. She extended a couple fingers and swooped up a large glob.

"Not that stuff." Karla ordered, "Get my body cream. It's in the medicine cabinet."

When he left she whispered, "It's his compulsion to try this. It is all he talks about when we make love. He cums fast. This is not hard to do, he does me all the time." She pressed the blob to my ass, perfectly hitting my ass hole. I stiffened as she stuck a finger in.

"Ohhh, you should feel how your meat jerks when I do that." It WAS different. Exciting.

"His meat jerks?", Arno was back, " You like that huh?"

Karla put a hand on each side of my face, giving me a meaningful look, and kissed me tenderly. Arno kneeling behind me bumped my butt with his cock. Karla, angled up because of the pillow, folded her legs, heels to my buttocks pressing hard holding me at maximum penetration.

Whispering quietly she said, "Let him do his thing. I promise he will go off quick, then all he wants is to go have a cigarette. We can do everything we want after."

I felt his lubricated cock sliding up my crack. It stopped at my ass hole and paused.

"Then I get to run my cock up YOUR ASS!" I whispered angrily. feeling exploited.

"Fine. Fine. He does me all the time. You might like it, ... I do." She pulled me to her lips again. 

Her 'Fine. Fine' excited me. I hadn't meant what I said. BUT ... Whoa, he's grinding his dick head up, down and around on my ass hole. Pushing. Agghhh. It went in. He stopped. Not the pain I expected. A new, exciting sensation flooded me.

Karla whispered, "What's he doing. I can feel it through your meat." She grabbed and spread my ass cheeks and held me tightly to her.

Arno pushed, jacked back and pushed again sinking deeper each time. It was a great sensation. His belly pressed my butt, all of his cock was in me! There was a feeling of what. Power? Accomplishment? Exciting in any event, because I took all the cock he had to give me. 

"Ohhh god. Ohhh god." Arno hissed and pumped in deep short thrusts. 

Karla rocked her cunt. I was trapped between a thrusting cock and an undulating cunt. A few more big thrusts from Arno; Karla stiffened, her face straining as she held her breath. 

"THAT'S IT. I'M CUMMING! Oh god, THERE, THERE.", from Arno. Karla pulled harder on my ass holding me to her. Arno gave a hard shove and it sunk deeper. He pressed in, tight and stopped. I could feel his cock pulsing and spitting. Now I too went off like a banshee. Whoa! My cock just kept pumping and pumping. Karla, still holding her breath gasped, "Meee Tooo!" A huge intake of air and a shudder from her as I finished cumming. 

"Wow! Wow! You should feel your ass clench when you went off Sandwich Man!", Arno was ecstatic. "Good buddy, you make great meat in my fuck sandwich."

Arno lay heavily on us a moment, then rolled off, his cock slipping out of my ass with a 'plop'. Karla still held me pressed tightly to her cunt. She rippled her cunt muscles and I jacked in short movements. The resulting sensation kept my cock thick. Arno got up, slapped me on the butt and said, "Well you kids have fun. I'm going outside for a cigarette."

I said sarcastically, "What? No 'Thanks that was nice'. 'Hope it was good for you too'?"

Arno laughed and left.

Karla whispered "Did you feel what happened with your meat?" 

Meat, I guess she liked that word better than cock. 

"It felt like you had a fist up me." She slid a hand down and fingered my ass hole again. "Oooo. You are leaking. He really dumped you a load." I could feel it oozing out and I think it ran down onto Karla's spread ass. 

"How was it. Are you O.K?" she asked. 

"I'm good." I answered, thinking 'As long as I can use your pussy, he can have all that he wants." (Actually I DID get off on it. Not something for 'every day', but really exciting.)

She said, "Here, let's turn over. I'm going to 'do' you for a while." I complied, my flagging but swollen cock raised because of the pillow she shoved under me. Karla straddled and held my 'meat' to her crotch, and effortlessly sucked it into her pussy. She dragged her breasts across my face and pumped with vigor. When I was stiff again she slipped me out and moved my cock back to her sphincter. 

"No, that's not way." Trying to sound forceful I said, "I want to watch it go in!" 

Karla explained, "I just wanted to see if it will go in. It's pretty thick you know." 

I gave a shove, my cock slid up her hand and the head 'popped' in. I stopped. She grunted and move her hand to push down on me, I shifted and pulled out.

In a thick accent she said, "Yah, You want to be a little mean to me I think." When she was excited her accent thickened. "You do it now? You will do it too hard?"

"Kneel on the edge of the bed. If it's too much you can holler." This 'tough guy' was a new roll for me. Karla seemed to like it.

She bent on knees before me, head down on the bed and hands around to hold her ass cheeks open. I hadn't expected that, but that must be how Arno had her do it. 

Karla's long legs made her too high for a straight shot. I pushed her knees apart to lower her tantalizing sphincter where I wanted it. Karla was quiet. Waiting. I nuzzled her entrance with the head of my cock, spreading the juice. Holding the head of my cock against her tight opening I moved my hands up to her hips, grabbed firmly and pressed hard. My cock bent and then the purple head shot in. She groaned quietly. I paused to enjoy the sensation of my cock head grasped by the strong sphincter muscles. A moment later I pressed my swollen cock deeper, then back, then deeper several times until seated, full in.

"Ack. My god, you bust me wide open." I delivered several short, deep, lurching pumps. Wow. Wonderful! I was ready to fire, I could feel the spasms, but it didn't go off. I must be dry after all I dumped in her earlier. Karla reached back and grabbed my thighs, holding me in her ass. I kept bucking and pumping. I was hitting end or something, I could feel it. Every time I did she grunted. Karla groaned some Dutch words and pushed back up towards me. My cock began to spasm violently and then I discharged and discharged and discharged. 

I was weak, out of breath and DONE IN. Karla lay forward on the bed and I followed to lay on her back, my cock still in, thick but softening.

=== Chapter Two ===

This time my wife Ann was home, so she was with me. Ann and I met Karla and Arno at the monthly Clubhouse wine tasting party. I felt an intense jolt of desire when I saw Karla walking toward us, Arno in tow. None of the three of us made any special references or comments about the 'Event' as Arno now called it, so I began to relax. 




A Dutch Girl in Silicone Valley



When the Wine Tasting was breaking up Arno and I were talking. He said, "Karla wants to have you over for another 'Event'. She thinks it's her idea."

"You and she are really O.K. with this?"

"The three of us are 'simpatico'. Not easy to find people like you guys that mesh so well together. ...Believe me, I know!"

"The great cocksman talks." I replied. 

"Karla has no idea of how much sex I had before we got married. Back home in Argentina, while going to college, I was a real organizer."

"I'll bet! Clearly you have an idea again, as usual."

He was watching Ann nearby, talking to a neighbor couple. 

He nodded toward her, "Do you think we could get Ann in on this? Would YOU be O.K. with THAT?"

"Sure, I'd like to, but don't get your hopes up. You know how Ann is. Some things she just won't do, but if she decides yes, it will be all the way. She and I have talked fantasies while 'getting it on' a time or two, but neither of us have made a move to act on them."

... ... ...

My wife Ann is a genuine tall blonde, with long hair and a nice figure she struggles to keep. But I guess that's information only a husband would know. She is near sighted and wears contact lenses, causing her eyes have a large and deep quality that is appealing. Her best feature is her mouth. Can't quite explain it, but it is naturally sexy. Of course her quiet, sultry voice doesn't hurt either. 

Ann is a good sex partner. She is generous with her body and I can count on sex almost any time I express an interest. She has a good appetite for things sexual and knows how to 'get me going'. 

Unfortunately for her, she has to struggle, sometimes mightily, for her organisms. There have been times when she seemed close to cumming, that went on so long, I got sore before she finally 'made it'. She compensates by being extra interested in foreplay or experimenting. We have and use a large assortment of sex toys. If she reads or hears something about a different way to 'get it off' she wants to try it. We never have cum together because Ann has such a hard time, so we take turns pleasing each other. Ann has signals she gives me when she has a chance to make it off.

... ... ...

A few days later Arno called me saying he wanted to try and 'organize an event', particularly when Ann was home. He insisted he had a plan that would let Ann show interest without putting her on the spot. Knowing Arno as I do, he may pull it off, so I agreed. The plan was to get Karla to call and setup a dinner. The last thing Arno said was, "You have some toys, right? Bring some. Stick 'em in a bag with the wine and be sure to give it to me." 

I was not about to have Ann walk into something like that without a 'heads up' of some kind, so we talked about Arno and his always trying to 'organize' something. Her reply was, "Well, he is welcome to try. If the spirits are right it might be fun."

We were invited over for an evening so I looked over our 'toy' assortment. When Ann and I used them, it was usually to assist her. To me they had become tools. Well, fun tools. I never tired of Ann. Now, thinking of the very different Karla, one particular 'tool' got my cradle rocking. I could just see me...Hmmm... 

I put several items in a bag along with a bottle of wine and we headed for Karla and Arno's.

Arno opened the door. Karla called from the kitchen and Ann joined her. I handed Arno the bag. He looked inside and gave me a leering theatrical smile.

"How is the director doing so far tonight?" I asked.

"Observe, my sandwich friend, and find out for yourself." Arno smirked. I gave him a HARD goose in the butt with my thumb.

During dinner conversation was normal and friendly. Arno stayed away from sex subjects, which was unusual for him. After dinner we all were all clearing the table and Karla brushed me meaningfully. Twice. I watched Arno fix after dinner drinks. Karla and Ann went to the living room.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Karla believes she knows a way to get Ann into our 'events'. We hang back, let Karla lead. Oh, yah. She said NOT to let on that we ever ... well like this is the first time for all of us."

"I don't think it's going to work but your slick Latin smile indicates otherwise to me."

You Norte' Americano's always think you are sooo savvy."

The girls were not in the living room. Arno and I sipped our drinks and talked about 'safe' subjects. About 20 minutes later Karla appeared. She had changed cloths and was now wearing a stunning dark red silky blouse and a short black skirt. The lights were low, but it was obvious she was braless.

Karla said to me, "Arno is in my Dog House tonight! Here. You like my new blouse?" She did a turn before me and stuck her tongue out at Arno. As I have previously described, Karla is a stunning, tall, dark haired woman with unusual, to me anyhow, breasts that taper more to a point with dark, firm nipples. Their presence under the red silky blouse left no doubt she was braless. 

"I'm speechless Karla. You are a show stopper!'", I gasped.

"Bella Bella! She will follow you to the ends of the earth." Arno laughed.

"What? You are Italian now? " Turning toward the bedroom she continued, "Ann you are too nice for these thugs, but come on, show them your new blouse."

Ann tentatively entered the living room. AMAZING! She was wearing a sheer red blouse like Karla's and form fitting. No, downright tight. Also form fitting faded Levis. She rarely wore tight pants because 'It makes my butt look big', regardless of what I said. 

I whispered, "WOW." While impolitely staring at her crotch and butt as she turned a circle for us.

"My God Ann." Arno exclaimed, "you have a perfect butt! ...And whoa, that blouse!"

A smiling Ann responded, "If my mumbling husband would quit looking at my crotch, I'd like to sit down and have my drink now."

I tried to steal another look at Ann, but she was watching me, so I was busted. What the hell, I looked anyway. Her light skin showed clearly through the blouse. She too was braless. Her breasts were medium large and very firm. I know! You could see her pink nipples, large and hard. She looked the best I have ever seen her. Well except for the first time I saw her topless. I'll never forget that night. ... Enough reminiscing.

Karla said, "You guys, especially you Arno, think you are so smart! Well Ann and I got together and decided we wanted to run this 'Event'."

Arno and I looked at each other. Arno was surprised, I could see it. Well so was I for that matter. Both the girls laughed.

Ann said, "Karla got to feeling guilty and we had a get-together. I know all about your other 'Event'. You Arno should be 'fired' as video director because you got almost none of it!"

"Mmmm, it was good though." Karla chimed in. After a pregnant silence Karla continued, "Ann and I decided if we play together, just the four of us. No one else.", she directed a hard look at Arno, "We will be safe from getting bad stuff from out there." 

Arno couldn't keep a broad smile off his face. "So what are you proposing. Who's going to take the video? Ahh, I've got it. Turns, we'll take turns. And the tripod sometimes too."

The director was back in charge. Arno's face flushed with excitement. He couldn't keep his eyes off Ann. Ann glanced at Karla, looked back at Arno, slowly cupped a breast with one hand and said. "We women have plans. We are not your pawns or playthings. Turns! Everybody gets a turn directing and the rest of us co-operate."

That was vintage Ann. Ann is very independent, a woman's equality kind of woman.

Karla stood up saying, "O.K. You and Arno get acquainted, I will talk to Ken." Then she took my hand and firmly led me to their guest bedroom.

"Look, my hands shake.", she said, "I am so very nervous. I must tell you since the other time I have a thought that keeps me excited and is always in my head. But it is terrible, I am afraid you will not like me because of it."

"Karla, I have not been able to get your stupendous body out of my mind either! I can't think of ANYTHING you might do or want I think was terrible. Unless you want me to strangle Arno?"

She didn't get my attempt at humor.

"You know when you, ah, ah, I can't say. ... You know put your meat in my. Ach! When your meat was in my bottom? Is that terrible to you? Do you hate it?"

"No, of course not. Did I hurt you? I'm really sorry, I thought it was O.K. It was so exciting for me I guess I didn't realize..."

"No. I mean I can't stop thinking about it. It is an obsession, worse every day. I'm afraid doing such things will turn you off, but I think if we come in here and you will do this thing with me I will be over it. Arno and Ann will be busy for a while I think? O.K. by you?"

Karla's accent was thick and her face was flushed. Her eyes paused at my bulging pants and she smiled. I was truly speechless.

"Yah, you will. I think your meat likes it too." Her skirt dropped to the floor. Karla was wearing white panties. Her black muff showed through and a few unruly hairs curled around the seams. Her legs were long and lovely, thighs ending at a major crotch at least three fingers wide.

"Oh, wait." I said and reached to run my thumbnail against the nylon, up the center of her crotch. She hissed an intake of breath, put a hand on my arm and pushed it away. Then stepped out of her panties and stood totally nude, looking at me. Her crotch was covered with thick, black hair. Lips just showing and a pouting 'blossom' in the center. Wonderful and perfect. 

"We should go fast. It is crazy, but I want... before they will come in." Karla downed my zipper and freed my cock. 

"Ohh. It is so fat just here.", she said testing the head between a thumb and forefinger.

I jerked and exhaled as she ran a thumb and forefinger over my cock's head, then pumped the skin behind it.

"We use lots of this." Karla turned, picked up a jar of goop and spread a thick layer on my entire dick. When she let go, my cock remained at attention. Spearing another glob of goop Karla reached behind and pushed it between her ass cheeks. Her breathing was irregular, face red and sweaty. 

"I want to see when you stick it in. I get up on here. This mirror is tilted just so. Now we have MY 'Exquisite Moment' huh?" I now noticed the large free standing clothing mirror. 

Karla knelt as before, head down, looking at the mirror. After adjusting her backside some she said. "You like this? Put your meat in now, slow. Very slow." 

Without a word I stepped up and centered my greasy cock on her gooped hole. I pushed and the greasy purple head slowly spread the tight muscle and disappeared. I glanced at Karla's reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were glued to the action as she adjusted slightly for a better view as my cock head was pulled inside.

"Wait! ... Yah, ... O.K. ... Push now! ... Little bit.." She ordered. 

I pushed carefully forward applying a steady pressure. The feeling and sight of my cock stretching her turned up my excitement several notches. My face was flushed now too.

"Aakk. Wait. Stop!" She ordered again. My cock was sunk into her up to its thickest diameter. "Back very slow. Yah, Wait. Same way again. Slow. Slow." All this was causing a rising thrill deep in my groin. "Again. Just half way. Again. Slow."

"It's going to make me cum Karla." 

"Good. Good. You shove it in. HARD. NOW." She lurched back; my cock plowing in so fast we slammed against each other. Her hands went forward against the headboard bracing against my thrusting cock. 

"I take all the big meat you got. Fill me up. This Dutch girl takes all you got! You shoot. I keep you in my ass."

I gave a flurry of long, hard shoves, my hands digging into her hips as I pulled us together. My ass was pumping, then my cock jerking as a gush of excitement and cum slammed through my cock and roared up Karla's ass.

I didn't know if Karla said anything or made a sound. I was lost in my own overpowering orgasm. I slid my hands up her back and leaned forward, exhausted. My cock was still quivering in little spasms. Her ass hole now clenching and jerking at the root of my cock.

"Perfect you two!" Arno applauded. "I got it all, even a good shot of you Karla, looking in the mirror at him shoving it in. Sound this time too."

Had again! Well I'm not sure who had whom, but it was clear this had been orchestrated by Arno. I wasn't moving and Karla still pressed against me.

In the mirror I could see Arno just inside the door, naked, hard dick waving around, holding the camera. Ann was standing just behind him. What tha.. No pants, just the blouse and hanging between her legs was the 'Rasputin' dong I brought from home to try on Karla. I never used it on Ann because I thought it might be too big. The big cock head on 'Rasputin' must keep it locked in her pussy. That's the part I though was too big. Damn. I fantasized about screwing that big head into Karla's cunt. Arno beat me to it with Ann. Am I jealous? No, I don't think so, I still want to watch as I sink that huge dong into ... ... ... well either of their pussies.

"You can quit now kids. I bet his pecker is limp by now anyhow. Come on, I want to show you. It's my best production yet."

"Wait a minute, I like holding his meat in my ass Arno. It's still big and fills me up, not like you. Always want to quick poke in, pump 3 times, let it spit ...and out you go to smoke."

Arno laughed again. 

I started to pull out. 

"Slow! Go slow. I want to watch." said Ann waddling towards us, phallus hanging between her legs. 

I did. My poor cock stretched and fell, hanging. 

Karla stood and put a hand to my cheek and kissed me warmly. I stood there with my now limp dick hanging out and watched her walk to the bathroom. At the door she paused, wiggled her butt and said, "Your stuff comes out. I better plug it."



A Dutiful Husband



It was just about time for work to let out, when my phone rang. I picked it up, and it was my wife.

"Honey, could you stop by Marilyn and Ted's on your way home? I left my purse there this morning." Being a good husband, I assured her I'd run the errand. 

Ted was a drinking buddy of mine in college, and we'd stayed in touch, since we only lived a few blocks from one another. My wife Sandy and his wife Marilyn hit it off almost at once when they first met. Sandy is a thin, willowy brunette, while Marilyn is a big-boned, big breasted Amazon of a woman. The contrast is remarkable, but I could tell Ted liked the looks of the pair. Personally, I didn't mind the view, myself. I generally like the slim-waisted, fashion model types, I mean, who doesn't, but seeing Marilyn, the thought of a woman with a little more substance looked pretty damn good.

Anyhow, the thought of stopping and getting to see Marilyn sounded like a pretty good idea. So, I finished out the rest of the work day with a semi-erection, thinking about the possibility of being alone in the house with her, since I knew Ted works later hours than I do.

I started out home, and finally pulled up in front of Ted and Marilyn's place. Ted's truck wasn't in the driveway, so I knew he wasn't home. Heart pounding, I got out of my car and headed toward the front door. As I stepped onto the porch, the door swung open, and there was Marilyn standing there in a short satin robe and high heels, and nothing else.

Stumbling a bit, I stammered, "Sandy sent me for her purse."

Marilyn smiled knowingly. "I know where it is. Come on in and get it."

I followed her in, noticing the way her ass moved when she walked in her heels, and tried to keep my cock from bursting through my pants. It nearly broke free when she said, "It's upstairs in the bedroom. Follow me."

Now, I was far enough gone, I didn't even think to wonder what my wife's purse was doing in Ted and Marilyn's bedroom. I trailed along behind like a lovesick puppy, watching her ass cheeks peek in and out of view as we went up the stairs. I was wishing Ted had a three-story house, when Marilyn stopped at one of the upstairs doors and said, "Right in here. I'll let you have it in here." She then grabbed me by the lapels and pushed me through the door and onto the bed.

Struggling was the last thing on my mind as Marilyn unbuttoned my shirt and unbuckled my belt. With a frenzy I hadn't known she was capable of, she freed my straining dick from my underpants and gulped it down her throat. 

I'd only been able to fantasize what this woman was capable of before. I was afraid that any type of an occurrence like this would strain or break the relationship I had with my wife and best friend. At the moment, I was beyond caring. Marilyn sucked my cock way back into her throat, giving me one of the best blowjobs I'd ever experienced. Within minutes of her lips closing over my head, I was shooting my first cumload of the evening. The strength of my orgasm took me by surprise, but Marilyn simply smiled, stroking my shaft, "It's alright. Sandy already knows. We cooked this up a couple of weeks after we first met. Ted's over at your place pounding his cock into her this very minute."

This bit of information drove me over the edge. I knew I should be appalled and outraged, but what could I say? Here I was with Ted's wife, why shouldn't he be with mine? 

Marilyn sat with my dick in her hand, slowly going up and down on it, waiting for my reaction. In response, I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her up so that she was straddling my face. Now was my chance to do what I'd wanted to do since I'd met this woman. Like a starving man, I craned my neck up and plunged my eager tongue into her juicy pussy. The squeal that issued from Marilyn's lips told me I was doing something she had been waiting for as well. I ate her like there was no tomorrow, and was rewarded with a thrashing cunt over my lips. Finally I was rewarded with a squirt of girl-juice which I lapped up as if it were the last thing I'd ever taste.

After Marilyn reluctantly rolled off my face, I removed the rest of my clothes and laid her back on the bed. I had to stand and simply look for a moment at the sight of her spread legs and the waiting, drooling pussy impatient for my cock. 

When I finally slid my length into her, I truly thought I could then die happy. Her cunt was so hot and wet, I never wanted to pull out. I started thrusting when Marilyn moaned, "God damn it! Don't just sit there, fuck me!"

The feeling of her pussy around my dick had me ready to pop at any second, and it was a mighty struggle not to cum before we were both ready. I pistoned in and out of her like a madman, and was almost ready to blow my wad when Marilyn shouted, "Put it in my ass! In my ass! C'mon I need that big cock up my butt!"

Well, who was I to argue with that? I pulled out of her pussy and brought her legs up to her chest, then lined up my cock with her puckered hole. With all the juice dripping from her cunt, her asshole was slicked up and ready for me to stretch it wide, and I did just that, sliding my big dick in bit by bit, until my entire length was buried in her ass. I stopped there for a bit, just to let her get used to having her ass filled up, then I started to pump. 

Marilyn's screams could probably be heard back at my place as I fucked her in the ass. My cock pushed in and out of her butt while she shrieked and writhed under me. You should have heard her when I leaned over and took one of her nipples between my teeth while my cock was in her asshole. I sucked and fucked her so good, she came three times while I was in her ass, and finally, I pulled out and came all over her pussy bush, drenching her cunt with my enormous load. While Marilyn rubbed her fingers through her bush, smearing my cum all over her belly, she suggested that maybe we should go over to my place and surprise our spouses!

Well, I was more than eager to see Ted plow my wife, so I quickly agreed. I put my suit back on, and Marilyn disappeared for a moment. When she returned, she was wearing a short jacket, her heels, and nothing else. When she said, "So, are you ready?" my cock throbbed again. 

We climbed into my car, and started off to my house. Marilyn spread her legs and started to finger her pussy while I drove, and I nearly ran into a couple of parked cars from the distraction. Finally, we pulled up into my driveway and stopped. Marilyn got out and ran to the door, her butt showing prominently from under the jacket she wore. 

I wondered what the neighbors thought, with this woman practically naked standing at my front door, but then I thought, to hell with them they're just jealous. I got to the door to find Marilyn peeking through the window next to it. "They're really going at it in there. They didn't even wait to get to the bedroom. They're doing it right there on the living room carpet."

I smiled, opening the door. The sight which met my eyes had my cock harder than I ever believed it could get. There draped over the sofa was my wife, Sandy, her butt in the air, with a lustful look on her face I'd never seen before. Ted stopped in mid-stroke to turn to see who had arrived, as if he didn't know. Turning back to what he'd been doing, Marilyn threw off her jacket and sat on the floor and positioned herself so that she could lick Sandy's cunt and Ted's prick as he slammed in and out. 

Well, I wasn't about to sit this one out, so I quickly removed my clothes and walked over to my wife. My cock was just at the right level for her to take it into her mouth as she was fucked from behind. She slurped and sucked on my tool as best she could while Ted pumped in and out of her wet pussy. Finally, I couldn't take any more, and started to cum, but just as the first big spurt squirted from my dick, Sandy jerked back, my cock popping from her mouth, and she took my entire load on her gorgeous, lust-contorted face. 

Stepping back, I called to Marilyn, who came out from her hiding place and rounded the corner of the couch to see my jizz dripping off Sandy's cheeks and chin. She knelt down to my wife and gave her a big, sensuous kiss, smearing cum all over her lips, then flicked out her tongue and licked the sticky stuff off Sandy's face. 

When all my load was gone from my wife's skin, Marilyn kissed her again, then turned to me. As Marilyn's tongue snaked into my mouth, I could taste my semen in her mouth. It was a rather strange flavor, but considering the circumstances, almost nothing could surprise me or turn me off. I returned her kiss with a fervor I didn't know I possessed, then turned Marilyn around and urged her into my wife's face. Sandy simply opened her eyes for a moment, then bent her head down a little and started in on Marilyn's cunt.

Unfortunately, I'd already cum three times in the couple of hours since I'd been off work, so I had to sit back awhile and simply spectate while I revived. Watching Sandy get fucked so well, while eating pussy at the same time was nearly too much for me. I don't know of any man who doesn't get hard thinking about two good-looking, energetic women going at it. My cock slowly revived as I watched Marilyn get eaten by my wife, something I never thought I'd see, while Ted's thick meat stretched Sandy's cunt wide. She grunted with each of his thrusts, and eventually had to stop eating Marilyn out while she had an enormous orgasm, screaming at the top of her lungs and thrashing around wildly.

Ted still hadn't come, and I admired his ability to keep it up after all this time, especially not knowing how long they'd been at it before Marilyn and I showed up! Marilyn took her fingers out of her crotch long enough to say, "Jim took me in the ass. It felt so great with his big dick in my tight little butthole. Maybe Sandy'd like a little action like that, huh? How 'bout it, baby, y'want Ted's big old cunt-stretcher up your butt? You like that?"

I revived completely when I heard my wife grunt to the affirmative. I'd hinted around that maybe I'd like to try anal with her, but the one time we tried, she couldn't relax enough, and I never did get in. I was afraid something like that might happen here.

Ted pulled out, and for the first time, I saw his full length. It must have been nine and a half inches, which made me feel a little inferior, since I'm only a little over average, but I hadn't had any complaints from anybody, even the few women I screwed in college, so I didn't worry about it for too long.

Anyway, Ted lined his shlong with my wife's puckered asshole, and I expected her to tense up, halting his progress, but he slowly slipped right in, eventually working a good portion of that monster into her virgin butt. She grimaced for a moment while she accustomed herself to the feeling of being filled so completely by his dick. After only a short while, Sandy relaxed again, whereupon Ted started to slide in and out of her butt, and eventually, she was writhing around the same as when he'd been plowing her pussy.

Marilyn got up next to Sandy and thrust her butt out at me. "In my ass again, Jim. Just like my husband's doing to your wife."

I reached around to Sandy's sopping pussy and slicked up my fingers, rubbing her juices onto my dick and Marilyn's asshole. After only a few moments, I was again inside Marilyn's ass, and watching her and Sandy exchanging kisses while their nether holes were filled to the brim got me ready for yet a fourth time. 

This was the first and, so far, the last time that I've come four times within the same twenty-four hours, but it happened, and Ted and I reached climax at just about the same time. Shortly after I started to spurt, Ted pulled out and sprayed Sandy's butt and back with a real gusher of cum, even getting some in her hair. 

After we'd all calmed down a little and cleaned up, we sat around talking about what had just happened. Ted said that Marilyn had called him, telling him he needed to stop at my place and pick up his wife's purse. Now where did I hear that before?