Lori spent the months prepping Myles for his meet and greet with the opposition. Though the meeting was being sold as a friendly handshake across the aisle, anyone with an elementary understanding of politics realized this was little more than the opposition’s chance to recruit amongst the senior staff. Lori shouldered the daunting task of keeping Myles and Ronald levelheaded during these talks. Their obstinate distrust and indifference to their opponents was their calling card, and also one of the few times they weren’t at each others throats. Myles and Ronald’s rivalry was an open secret within the party. Fortunately their loyalty to it was more powerful than their hatred of one another. Both were brilliant and progressive Statesmen, equally stubborn in their conviction.

Ronald was tall dark and handsome and often recklessly arrogant. Physically, he and Myles were equals. Personality wise, they were polar opposites. Ronald was brazen whereas Myles rarely gave insight into his thoughts without reason.

Their wing of the Statehouse was abuzz as the four opponents arrived. Lori looked at Myles, Ronald, Rick, and Davis standing proud in their dark suits, their faces hard as stone, not a hair out of place. She smiled pleasantly at the four men approaching them being lead by Myles’s opponent, Eugene Everett—a man unfortunate in both looks and personality and grossly unaware of either.

“Smile.” Lori nudged Myles.

“Why?” Myles grumbled. “He hates me. I hate him. No amount of smiling is gonna change that.” Still facing forward, he asked, “Ready boys?”

“You take the one on the left. I’ll get the one on the right.” Davis said.

“We’ll hide the bodies later.” Ronald added.

Lori rolled her eyes and sighed. It was going to be a long day.



There were only a few stragglers in the café when Gloria and Linnea arrived. Ten minutes on, the place was virtually empty save a wiry coffee-jerk and young couple in the far corner. Linnea, always so pulled together, looked as though she hadn’t seen a comb in days. She clung tightly to her coffee mug, making a study of its contents. Gloria didn’t press Linnea for information; she’d speak in her own time. In the meantime, Gloria grappled with her peculiar exchange with Amy as she waited for Linnea to finish tiding Ronny hair.

Upon arrival, Gloria was greeted by Amy. This in and of itself was odd as Amy’s whereabouts in the house are often a mystery—one easily forgets she lives there. Her faint smile gave her slender milk white face an air of peace, but her lifeless eyes told the real story; she’d surrendered and was nothing more than a injured animal, unwilling to move forward, but also unable to curl up and die. Amy’s small voice was made barely audible in the vacant foyer where they stood. Gloria fought the urge to comfort her, to let her know she knew of their situation. But she didn’t. Although Linnea hadn’t sworn her to secrecy, it wasn’t Gloria’s place to intercede. Then, out of the blue, Amy declared rather than asked, “You don’t like my husband.” When she saw Gloria struggling to find the appropriate answer, she continued. “You can be honest with me. I see the way you look at him. Ronald’s an asshole, and Myles walks on water. Their hatred of one another is convenient, don’t you think?”

Amy had taken the words out of Gloria’s mouth, but Gloria thought it best to proceed with caution. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

Amy’s laugh rang out. “That’s a very politically correct answer. Come on, you can wait for Linnea in here.” She gestured to towards the kitchen. “And I’ll tell you about the divorce.”

Why did she want to talk to me about her divorce? Gloria pondered hours later. Was Amy that desperate for friendship that she’d confide in someone she barely knew? Gloria couldn’t had heads or tails of their conversation. It only confirmed her belief: rich people are weird.

“Ronald and Amy are divorcing.” Linnea finally spoke.

“Really?” Gloria feigned ignorance. “What brought this about? I mean, besides the fact that he’s a jackass.”

Linnea looked up calmly, “Don’t say that, Glo. It’s complicated.”

“It’s not complicated. He’s getting what he deserves. Finally, Amy’s had it. You should be happy to see the back of him. Amy gets custody of Ronny, you keep your position, and Ronald gets his ass handed back to him in court. See? Simple.”

“It’s far from simple. I can’t leave him.”

“You can’t leave who? Ronny? Amy wouldn’t fire you.” Gloria scanned Linnea’s flush face, and then it dawned on her. “You mean Ronald.”

“I can’t leave either of them. It’s a ‘Sophie’s Choice’…I don’t know what to do.” Tear pooled in her eyes.

Gloria placed her hand on Linnea’s. “I don’t understand the hold he has on you, but it’s not worth this! If you’re sleeping with him then his divorce is a good thing—go off and get married. Amy wouldn’t deny him visitation. You’re in the clear.”

“I can’t leave Ronny…not with her,” Linnea’s face contorted with grief. “You don’t understand. I can’t have one without the other.”

“You’re right, I don’t understand. You’re not making any sense.” Gloria snapped. Linnea got up, leaving the café. Gloria followed. “What in hell’s name is going on with you? You’re screwing around with a married Congressman, under the same roof as his wife and child. You know better. Amy was bound to find out sooner or later.” A sudden epiphany struck. “This is why you’re worried. She’s going to fire you and you’ll be depended on a cheating douche-bag for the rest of your life….that is if he decides to take you in. He’s not exactly a pillar of virtue…” Her words seem to enrage Linnea rather than shame her.

“I know Ronald better than anyone. I’m not concerned with he’s virtue. I can’t leave Ronny. He needs me! I can’t protect him.”

“You need to distance yourself from all on them, especially Ronald. Get out of there! Leave Ronny….”

Linnea shook her head, hers tears came anew. “I won’t leave him! He’ll have no one to look after him.”

“He has a mother!”

“I’m his mother!!” The omission seemed to unhinge something within her. “Ronny is my child not hers! I won’t leave him!”

It took Gloria a few minutes to unbolt her feet from the pavement and hug her friend. She couldn’t understand a word Linnea sobbed into her shoulder but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that Ronald had used Linnea and Amy in the most diabolic fashion known to man: his wife, his mistress, and his child under one roof—and his career still in tact. He had it all; that was until Amy filed for divorce. Then again, Ronald was cunning. There was no telling what dubious plan he’d hatched to conceal his misdeeds. What parental rights had Linnea given up for Ronald? It was inconceivable that he returned Linnea’s affection. How could he? He was heartless. 

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An eerie quiet met Gloria at the front door, a sharp contrast from the day she had. She rounded the living room corner, finding Myles and crew busily working.

Good evening,” Gloria said generally to everyone before turning to Myles. “Myles, I’ve asked June to pick up the kids from Josie’s. They’ll be home later.”

“Are you okay?” Myles looked up from his work.

“I’m fine,” Gloria forced a smile. “I just need a little downtime, is all.” She noticed Myles and Ronald exchange glances but unable to decipher their meaning, she excused herself while the men gathered their belongings and took their leave.

Upstairs, Gloria, freshly showered and dressed for bed, fussed with her hair before resorting to a sloppily applied top-knot. She yanked it down and let her curls fall where they would. A smile crept across her lips as she compared Linnea’s situation with hers. Undoubtedly, Myles genuinely cared for her as she did him, and if handled properly, there wasn’t an impediment stopping them for a least testing the waters. A little while later, she found Myles downstairs watching television, and curled up beside him.

“Hey,” Myles said, taken aback by Gloria’s sudden clinginess. Not that it bothered him—it took a second to register. “Long day?”

“Yeah,” Gloria burrowed into Myles’s side. “We’re not going to Paris. I’d rather wait until after the election and we’ll all go together.” She looked up at Myles, catching him before he could speak. “Generous, but not entirely selfless.”

“I didn’t want you to go.” Myles said, trying pitifully to ignore her nipples pressing against her cotton tank top.

“How are the preparations for the election going?”

“The race is a lot closer than I’d like but I’m in no danger of losing my seat. We have four neophytes on the ticket so we’re focusing our efforts on securing their seats.”

“Let me know if I can help.” Gloria stood and walked to the kitchen, aware Myles was watching her ass move ever so slightly under her tiny shorts. “Can I get you anything?”

“No thanks. I’m fine.” He had to make his move. It was now or never.

She returned minutes later playfully running her hand through his short dark hair as she circled the sofa. “You seem distracted. What on your mind?”

Myles carelessly took her arm and pulled her closes until she straddled onto his lap. He took the glass from her hand and sat it on the floor, then lightly gripped her ass with one hand whilst the other brought her lips to his—so passionate, so seeking that when his lips left hers and traveled down her neck to the tops of her ample, pillow soft breasts an audible moan escaped her. Gloria felt his cock harden against thin fabric between her legs as he ran his hand underneath her shirt in search of her clasp while lightly nibbling her swollen nipple through her shirt. He smiled up at her and crooned, “No bra.”

No, Gloria shook her head, lifting her shirt over her head allowing Myles a better view, and marveling at his satisfaction. Without breaking eye contact, he cupped either side of her breasts and licked lazy patterns around nipples, teasing her to a new level of wetness. Gloria’s fingers tangle in the back of his hair encouraging him to suck. Under her sultry gaze, he softly sucked her nipple between his lips and released it only to take it again and again…licking them with each pass…sucking gently until her breath shortened…until the sight of their contrasting skin tones, his mouth’s slavish devotion to getting her off, and her pussy grinding against his erection made her head spin with images his tongue unleashing the same careful, wet attention on her clit.

Her ass rocked back and forth in Myles’s hand as she grinded quietly, sensually, biting her lower lip to silence her whimper as she came.

“Was that good?” Myles kissed both of her nipples. “You're sensitive aren't you?”

Gloria, afflicted by a strange aphasia, nodded and struggled to breathe.

“I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now.” He caressed her back and scanned her face covered in afterglow. “How long have you wanted this?”

“Since the day we met. You?”

“The same,” Myles stood and Gloria held on for dear life as he carried her to one of the downstairs guestrooms.

“Myles, what if the kids call?”

“Then we’ll answer.”

“What if they come home?”

“Then they’ll catch me fucking the hell out of you.” Myles hastily removed their clothes, tossed Gloria on the bed, then moved on top of her. He caressed the soft flesh of her thighs, and they parted on their own accord and welcomed him to partake “I didn’t plan on it happening this way. I’ve waited for so long to make love to you but…”

“We can make love later just get me off.” Gloria closed her eyes under his weight.

“Look at me.” Myles commanded. Gloria opened her eyes and found Myles both gentle and lustful. “Are you sure this is what you want? I don’t want this—us to be a one-shot deal. And I need to know that you’re aware of what you’re getting into. It won’t be easy, but I’ll make it worth your headache.”

Even now, on the brink of screwing her brains out, Myles was still a gentleman. Gloria nodded.

“Not good enough.” Myles gazed straight into Gloria’s eyes as he kissed her lips. “I’m serious, Gloria. I want to hear you say it.” His cock teased her pussy lips.

If she doubted the sincerity of his words, she need only look in his eyes—it was there, full of promise. “I know what I’m doing. I want this.” Her declaration served as a shot from a starter pistol, Myles buried his cock as far into her as he could manage without choking the words in her throat. “Ooooh Myles!!!” He gripped her thighs and ass and plowed into her, savoring her valiant albeit pointless struggle to meet his demands. It had been a lot longer for him than it had for her, and he planned on wearing her out!

Gloria’s legs locked high around Myles waist as he thoroughly and irreversibly piston fucked her into surrender. His thrusts were demanding yet beseeching—commanding yet selfless—unforgiving yet merciful as they coaxed orgasm after orgasm from her. Aware that he was hurting her, Myles slowed only to be admonished by Gloria’s nails digging into his back and pleads for, “More, harder, don’t stop.”

Her eyes, her voice, the sound his cock stroking into her wetness weakened his defenses. Every time she came, the room filled with the sweet sound of her lips wrapped around him. Myles couldn’t take it anymore. In one seamless move, he pulled out, turned her over flat on her stomach, spread her legs and plowed into her throwing her off the bed with each powerful thrust.

“Oh fuck!” The sheets twisted in Gloria’s fist as her orgasm claimed her violently. “Myles, baby, fuck my ass. Please fuck my ass!”

“What?!” That prayer to Santa Claus worked! He’d found a woman who loved anal. “Are you sure? I could cum right here.”

“No, I want it in my ass.”

The sight of his slick white cock sliding from her warm brown pussy was orgasmic. Slowly he eased his way into heaven.

Gloria cried with pleasure and her pussy tightened around his fingers. “Pull my hair while you fuck me.” She begged.

“No problem.” Myles whispered coldly in her ear. He grabbed her hair, forcing her head backwards and hungrily kissed the side of her neck. Her pussy juice covered his hand….her asshole sucked his cock…her orgasms squeezed his fingers…her beautiful body gave him almost everything he’d ever wanted. Almost everything. He rocked into her with new found force. “Gloria, I’m about to cum.”

Gloria reached back, took Myles by the back of his head and pressed his cheek to hers. “Cum in my ass.”

That was it! She was the perfect woman. “Oooohhh shit, I’m cumming!!” Myles released deep in her asshole and collapsed on Gloria’s back—unable to move until they’d come to their senses. He kissed her shoulders and neck before he slid out and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Making love be damned! Whatever they’d just done was exactly what they needed.

Myles returned to the bed and Gloria went into the bathroom. She too collapsed onto the bed after returning. He held her in his arm where she dozed until he spoke.

“You’re fired.” He joked.

“Not on your life.” She snuggled into him. “Ronald knows about us.”

Myles closed his eyes. “Leave Ronald to me.”