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  1. One Trick Penny – Chapter 11


    Date: 11/5/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: KrystalClear, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    To the Highest Bidder The elevator took me to the eighth floor. The full-length glass wall gave a dramatic view of the neighborhood as I ascended. This was the first time I’d been here. Dressed in a hot red satin skirt and matching platforms, with a contrasting black button up shirt, I looked very high class, yet delectable. Still, I was nervous. There was no reason for me to be, I was just going to see Quinn. It had been nearly a week. This was the first time since we’d repeatedly fucked, sucked and performed for Dave that I’d seen her. Still, it felt like I was going out on a second date with someone. Those dates where the real judgments and evaluation take place. I wondered what she was thinking about me now. Was I a tease? A hopeless Pro-tender, toying with a fantasy she was too afraid to explore? Why did I care so much about what she thought anyway? I rang the doorbell and waited. I’d been invited and was expected. She opened the door and smiled broadly as she ushered me inside. Her condo had an urban modern style, most likely designed by an experienced professional. Lots of darks and offsetting colors in furnishing that looked more like display pieces, rather than for lounging by the TV in comfort. The view from the floor to ceiling windows facing the west provided an even more spectacular view over the bay in the distance. The only thing more spectacular in the room was how she was dressed. She wore a light-blue cocktail dress that fit like it was sewn around her. Her ...
    shoulders were exposed, and she had on chunky hoop earrings that clearly were not simply gold plated. “I wanted your opinion. Does this look dressy enough?” “If you’re on the red carpet for the Oscars, heads would all be turning.” “Thanks. It’s nothing quite like that. This is for a benefit for the political action committee I’m part of. We’re having an event tomorrow.” I looked her over once more. I still want your body, bitch; I thought. “You’re part of a PAC?” She adjusted the hem of the skirt, which was mid-length and nicely accentuated her nylon encased legs. “It called Women's Hospitality Opportunity Resource Equity or WHORE-PAC for short. A little inside joke, surprisingly most people don’t get.” “You’re serious?” She went on to explain that WHORE-PAC contributes substantially to local politician's campaigns in the form of free speech advertising in their favor. “So much money is going to the national candidates that local office seekers can be had for next to nothing.” I must have looked a bit shocked. “You’re buying off government officials? Isn’t that bribery?” She laughed at my naivety. “It’s not bribery. When something is obviously wrong, they re-conceptualize it to make it sound attractive. Re-branding. They've managed to re-brand bribery and corruption. They sell it to the public as free speech, when in reality the average citizen has lost all say in government.” “And your PAC is getting its say? Is that why you said the Aventeen Hotel was ‘sheltered’?” Her face ...
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