On the Campaign Trail

[BigDawg69]

Miss Rose took my hand and we darted for the elevator and just squeezed in with the Bumble. Or so I thought. A sultry voice called out for Thor and his hand stopped the advancing doors. Onto the elevator stepped a vision of loveliness. She spoke with Thor in such a manner I figured it must've been his ball and chain. Although from what I've heard, it's a pretty loong chain!

I looked down at Miss Rose who still held my hand in hers. Her eyes betrayed her thoughts. I could see jealousy behind her smile as she focused on the candidate. I looked back at the Bumbles and made a decision.

My hand slid from her grasp and I moved it around her slim waist. Pulling her close she fit perfectly next to me. I turlly liked the way she felt, her curves just perfect.

"You are quite lovely Miss Rose. A true vision of beauty." I bent down to whisper into her ear. "This here elevator's gonna stop soon, what is it that you have in mind?" As I was so close to the smooth skin of her porcelin face, I quite gently leaned in a bit further and gave her the slightest of kisses on her soft cheek.

 

[TexasAngel28]

Angela Bumblelich

I grinned wickedly up at him, feeling his warm hands against my ass as he spoke to me.

'Sugar dumplin, you are right as usual. Now who would you suggest to be able to keep our little hellion out of trouble?"


I thought for a moment, longer than normal, only because I enjoyed the position we were in so damn much at the moment.

"Oh come on, darlin, surely you've got one or two young studs on your campaign team who can certainly keep our little hellion out of your hair while you're hear. You know she just loves getting a rise out of you just before a press conference or debat and I'm tired of it. So, find someone young and energetic and get them into action." I kissed him as the elevator came to a stop. "Now, did you have anything planned for the afternoon or do you think you could spare some time for your wife?"

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor Bumblelich

The PRIVATE elevator glided to a stop. I ushered Angel out into the penthouse suite, turned, looked at the clown who had forced his way onto the elevator, and said, "If I ever see your face again, you will probably wake up in the hold of a cargo ship bound for the Aleutian Islands." The woman with him was attractive, so I gave her my best political smile. With that, I pressed "L" and watched until the doors slid shut.

'Young and energetic? You mean someone to, shall we say, keep her occupied?" At the moment I had lost interest in the hunt. With the taste of her lips still on mine, I responded, "For you, dumplin', I can always spare time. I laughed, scooped her up in my arms before she knew what was happening, and deposited her on the California king sized bed in the suite's spacious separate bedroom complex. I picked up the phone and told the concierge not to allow anyone onto the elevator until I called her back. The concierge was a looker, but......that was for another time.

I undid my tie, put my jacket neatly on the chair, and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. "Did you want to play gin rummy, or was there something else you thought we might pass the afternoon doing?"

 

[TexasAngel28]

Angela Bumblelich

I looked up at him from where I was lying on the bed and gave him a wicked grin...the one I knew he absoultely loved in a time like this. I undid the top two buttons of the pant suit, my eyes still on him.

"Well, I was thinking maybe you'd like a long reminder of why you really married me in the first place."

I had never been a really sexual person until I'd married Thor. He had shown me things I'd never even thought of, things that for the first two years of our marriage had made me blush and yet had instilled inside of me such a passion for him, everytime I was alone with him for more than five minutes, we usually ended up in bed...or on the floor...or on the table...and then there was that time we ended up in more places than I could count.

I caught him watching my movements as I slowly undid the top buttons of the pant suit and it gave me an idea. He loved watching me undress so I sat up on my knees and continued to very slowly unbutton the top of the pant suit until it was open down to my waist. The bra beneath it was cream colored and strapless lace and satin. I pulled the top off but lef the bra where it was. I slowly undid my pants but before I could move to take them off he knelt on the bed and his hand grabbed both my wrists. I let my eyes roam over his body and up to his eyes. He was rock hard and the look in his eyes was one I'd not seen in a really long time. So much for slow and long, I thought to myself...

 

[artful]

Arthur Cantrell

OOC:
Has absolute control over precious metals,oil,and currency manipulations through amassed blackmail information and photos obtained over a period of 25 years,of key people in Chicago and New York.

His lifes ambition to~CONTROL~was initiated by counseling Angela's father to arrange for the marriage of Angie to Thor way back when.

Since that time,though there were ups and downs,he gradually succeeded in advancing his power web to enfold all the key players that were now at his beck and call.
Scattered investments in blue chip stocks.Sits in on few Corporate

Boards,(power behind the scenes).
Has financial connections that make or break billionaires,and has NO interest in
running for a political office for himself.

49 years old,muscular,stout build on 5'10",200 lbs. solid frame.Dark brown
hair,with full beard,and streaks of grey throughout.
Has a short scar that runs deep from the outside corner of his left eye,making
an ESS curve downward, and ending just before reaching a well defined, but
average nose set, between two piercing blue eyes.~Attractive to women who
seek the masculine power image~,but rarely commits himself to one woman for
any extended period of time.

Excercise:Walks a lot,and plays tennis religously on Saturday mornings.

Quirks:Hates golf
IC:
As I sat behind the cheap,scarred mahogany desk reading the signatures of the signed guests,I could hear the lightening quick~TAP TAPPING~of the keystrokes being entered on the laptop by Marcus as I called out the names.

I reflected on the day I had acquired the scar on the left side of my face,the day I had saved Marcus' life.A little over 30 years ago,and to this day a bonding had taken place between he and I that NOTHING could alter.Not,wine women,power,greed,or even a difference of opinion.Marcus was driven solely by his need to be perfect.

Marcus' definition of perfection was:To carry out my instructions completely and thoroughly.He knew that he owed me his life,and for his dedication in carrying out my instructions,he received whatever he wanted,anytime he wanted it.

Over the past 30 years we had crafted many alliances and the web within the web was deeper than any combined agencies security network could penetrate.

On any and all records known in the world,his name was````````Marcus Blank !
Only I knew the history of the 45 year old black man who was closer than blood to me.

Marcus was the numbers equivalent to the famed Jim Brown of football.He crunched them for fun.His sexual prowess was unmatched,but fed well and frequently.

In our youth,we had trained together in the deadly art of*MOSHIMBWA*,~unarmed combat~,and we had no peers.POWER we had,control......well we worked at it every day.

Since that long ago day,we had saved each others life many times over,again and again.

As I had finished reading,and Marcus had long since made the last entry,I could hear the quiet chatter of the printer as it dumped sheet after sheet into the waiting tray.

Reaching over, I grasped the current pile and began flipping rapidly through the pages,noting the pages of info on Anne Shipman,the incumbent governor,I recalled how she had begged Marcus,and pleaded with him to let her cum while I stood there taping it all with a then NEW, 2 piece portable Zenith vhs camera and battery pack.Fuck,that outfit must have weighed 20 lbs.or more.

As I in my mind, went back those many years ago,I could almost feel the bite of that nylon strap cutting into my neck as I bent and twisted my torso to get the shots dispaying the voracious expressions of lust,constantly changing as she neared the explosive climax she so desperately was striving for.

The final frames of that tape showed her deep red painted fingernails clutching and clawing at his muscled buttocks as he made the final thrust of his blood engorged cock,deep into her hot,open wetness.Eight inches of black, slick,hard,thick,round sausage like meat jammed fiercely into her suddenly frozen body.

I watched her mouth working as she silently tried to scream,her eyes WIDE open.Staring unseeingly into his face when her body finally began to unleash the pent up orgasm.

In my mind I saw her body jerk and buck up against his hardened body,while her legs thrashed wildly about,searching,but finding no place to keep them still,locking them around his back,sobbing her relief,tears streaming from her smeared eyeliner leaving dainty darkened trails along her cheeks to slide off the side of her glistening face.

Yes,I was in control of Anne also,the problem being,which one of them would best suit my purposes best.Only time would tell.

I was interrupted by the soft buzzing of the desk phone,and as I swiftly brought my mind back from that scene,I picked up the receiver uttering what I always say when answering my private line,"This is Art!"

The soft throaty voice on the other end said,"Art this is Angie,I am leaving now to meet Thor, as the dinner is over.Is there anything I need to do ?"

I quickly told her,I was in the middle of making assessments of the people who were attending the function,but preliminary instructions were as we had discussed earlier."Get Thor to find someone to keep Jasmine out of the limelight,and for her to keep Thor himself,occupied as long as she could."
I then hung up the phone.

Link was a top notch security man,I had hand picked personally,but I also knew he had a weakness,one that had got him in trouble a number of times,and I had the goods on him also.The weakness was *WOMEN*.

I continued thumbing through the pages of personal information on the guests,and as I finished,I asked Marcus to have Sin prepare herself for a game of tennis,as I arose and headed for the shower.
I wanted to invigorate my body before playing a game on the indoor tennis court which adjoined my suite on the one floor down from the penthouse suite.
As I showered,I smiled to myself,wondering how long it would take her to arrive,properly suited up.She was certainly one sweet looking piece of ass,and I intended to break her in right.

 

[Kandi]

Petra

It all happened so quickly, I barely could believe what was going on. This Lunk guy actually flashed his piece at me and started hustling me toward the door behind the speaker's platform.

"I knew a Russky spy once called Petra Sagenovitch

His sense of humor left me numb. And I had to think quickly. I stopped suddenly, rubbing my eye furiously. "I think someone's cigarette ash just landed in my eye. Can you take a look?"

The Lunk came in front of me, looking concerned, and lifted my chin to take a look. Too bad he was such a loser, he was kinda cute, but I had no time for cute losers tonight. As he brought his face close to mine to check the irritated eye, I rammed me knee full force into his groin, and shoved him away. He doubled over, and fell backward to the floor, knocking over a few folding chairs as he slid. I knew there was no way he would use his toy in here, so I turned quickly around and disappeared into the crowd that milled around aimlessly now that the boss was gone.

Well, Petra, that's quite a story, but not one that going to save your job. The dessert table seemed to be the only place where things were happening, so I wandered over, and bumped into Jasmine Bumblelich, of all people, being shadowed by a cute guy who's nametag gave hime away as a reporter for WEST Magazine. OK, Petra, hang lose, we'll see if there's anyone left here to meet. "Jasmine, what so you make of all this? By the way, do you know a guy named Lincoln Karr? He just assaulted me, and tried to kidnap me at gunpoint."

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor Bumblelich

Angel knew how to play me...and I loved every minute. As she continued her slow strip, I reached out and captured both of her wrists in one of my hands. I was as hard as a tempered steel rod. I reached over to the window and ripped away a silken cord that had been holding the drapes back. Quickly, I looped it around her wrists several times - restraining her hands behind her back. If she really tried, she could slip free - but this was part of our game....the helpless maid, about to be ravished by the powerful businessman and politician. Her upthrust breasts concealed by the cream colored bra begged to be touched. I fumbled, and then unbuttoned my shirt and pants. Clad only in my shorts I knelt again on the bed. her pants were history in a moment. Her panties were brief....barely covering her mound. A dark shadow of her neatly trimmed fur added to the image.

I smiled, and then RIPPED her panties off, the shreds were cast onto the bed. I lowered my body and reached around her, encountering her bound hands. As I unhooked her strapless bra, my mouth found hers....and then plundered it like Atilla the Hun might have centuries ago........

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor Bumblelich

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[TexasAngel28]

Angela

The man knew more about me than I knew about myself. He'd been sexual instructor the first two years of our marriage and like him, I could very easily slip into the roughness of our sexual appetites. He loved to tie me up and he knew I loved being helpless to stop him from whatever he would do to me. His mouth on mine, his tongue darting into my mouth, felt so damn good. I raised up just enough to push my mouth harder against his, brushing my now free breasts against his well toned chest. Thor's hands were on my breasts now, molding them into his palms and I moaned and arched back wanting nothing more than to feel his mouth on them. He pushed me down onto the bed, my hands still trapped behind my back and he looked down at me before pulling a silk scarf from the end table drawer...ahh..so this was the game we were going to play today. I grinned wickedly at him and waited not so patiently...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jasmine

Walking up to the head table, empty now that its former occupants had abandoned ship, I circled around it. Reading the place cards off to myself, I gave my opinions to Jesse, knowing full well they would be repeated to more than a few of his newspaper “buddies” before the night was over.

“Mr. Kazmerski the film star – major contributor…a couple of rich oil dudes that The Bumble calls putty in his hands….a buncha high paid babbling blonde tree huggers who only get these seats because Bumble likes paying off the waiters to ‘accidentally’ spill ice water over their see-through silk tops…some of the campaign team – aka The Bumblers – who spend most of their meetings arguing over pointless nonsense…”

I rolled my eyes, stuck out my chest, and did my most obnoxious imitation of Natasha, the second-in-charge who constantly stalked the Bumble.

“What do you think? I dunno – what do you think? Why the hell do I have to answer all your questions, when you won’t give me a straight answer to mine? Well…I asked you firrrrrst.”

Giving Jesse a pointed look, I snapped my fingers in a most undignified manor for the waiter.

“Hell if I know how anything gets done around here with this lot of whiners. The one ‘strategizing session’ I sat in on, they bickered for three hours over what color the endorsement refridgerator magents should be. It makes the lectures I get in advanced chem. seem almost tolerable.”

I ordered a bottle of the most expensive champagne on the menu, putting it on Thor’s tab of course. Which would mean another lecture. On drinking AND on wasting his money. Two things I prided myself on excelling at. The Bumble didn’t seem to impressed with my talents, though.

With that thought, I called for the waiter to bring me two bottles instead.

On my quest to seek out some of the death by chocolate cake – one of the only things good about these dinners – I found myself being addressed by Petra Sage. Tree-hugger I whispered to the journalist, as if that explained everything. Her comment about Link caught me by surprise, and I laughed, seeing by her expression she held him in the same high esteem that I did...right.

“Oh just ignore him. Karr is a jackass, and a wanna-be Ethan Hunt.” I said, referring to Cruise’s character in Mission Impossible, biting my tongue to keep from humming the theme. “He thinks he’s hot stuff, big bad Mr. Security Man, and I have the feeling the only reason he’s here is to keep me ‘under control,’ whatever that is…”

I scanned the thinning crowd, and, unable to see Link anywhere, I gave her an ‘I told you so’ smile, and responded in my usual sarcastic tone.

“…he’s doing a great job at it too.”

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor Bumblelich

I slipped the scarf over Angel's eyes and knotted it behind her head. I paused - letting my eyes caress her body. Angel, at 34, was in the sexual prime of her life. Although I was older, my appetites were a thing of legend (perhaps too much legend). I reached out and picked up an old fashioned quill pen from the small writing desk. Angel's nude body was a bit flushed, her breasts were rising and falling rapidly - betraying her excitement. I slipped my forefinger over her lips.....and then, with the very tip of the feather, began to touch her in an unpredictable fashion. I slowly ran the feather around her nipples, touching her breasts everywhere but where she wanted me to. The feather circled slowly......slowly.....for minutes that must have seemed hours. As her excitement grew, the perky nipples became as hard as rocks. I bent my head and flicked them, one at a time, with my tongue. My saliva glistened in the light from the window. I played the feather along the curve of her jaw......her ear........her neck......

 

[TexasAngel28]

Angela

Gods above I was enjoying every single thing Thor was doing to me at that moment. The quill feather was quite a surprise indeed as it was not something he'd ever used before. I gasped as I felt his mouth on my breasts, his tongue flicking against my nipples...

And then...the phone rang. I heard him growl as I slipped my hands from the loosly tied rope and ripped off the blind fold. Whenever we were in the room together, he never wanted to answer the phone. Not that I blamed him. That was my job anyway...to steer the masses from him after the day he'd had. I reached over onto the end table next to the bad and picked up the phone. He lay down next to me and I let my hand trail across his chest and thighs as I answered the phone.

"Angela Bumblelich speaking."

Mrs. Bumblelich, I'm very sorry to bother you. This is Garrison James, a waiter downstairs.

"Yes, Mr. James, what can I do for you this afternoon?" Thor stifled a laugh at that comment and I shook my head at him even as I felt his hands move across my flat, toned stomach and down evern further.

It's your daughter, ma'am. She's ordered two bottles of champagne and asked that they be charged to your bill.

I turned and looked at Thor. "Thor, it's one of the waiters from downstairs. He says our daughter just ordered two bottls of champagne and asked that they be charged to our bill." Thor's hand, which was just on the inside of my thigh, stopped for a moment before he took the phone from me with a look that meant I was not to move from where I was now lying.

"This is Thor..." he said somewhat angrily...

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor Bumblelich

.........I listened to the waiter repeat his story and then told him, "I commend you on your follow thru. Your supervisor will be told as well. Now, go back and tell my daughter to call her mother immediately."

I had a tendency to duck responsibility. Besides, it seemed that I could bluster, rant and rave - to no avail. Our adopted daughter agreed - usually - and then did damn well as she pleased.

Knowing that our 'little daughter' would take her own sweet time in calling just to piss me off, I hung the phone up, grabbed the silken cord from the bed, and retied Angel's hands (loosely). She was laughing, but she was also aroused. Her hips were moving in a MOST suggestive way as she licked her lips and stared right into my ice blue eyes. She spread her legs wide and gave me a look that would have caused a rock to catch fire. At times she did not want to spend time in foreplay, and this looked like one of those times. I gripped her hips in both my hands and buried my head between her widespread legs, licking her nether lips like an animal in heat. As she writhed under my tongue, I slipped the hood back, exposing her little pearl of passion. I bathed it with my hot breath, gripping her hips harder to extend the aura of control...........

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Jesse

Jasmine turned out to be as funny as she was beautiful and opinionated. She did her impressions of many of the guests from the place tags on the tables, and led me slowly but surely to the death by chocolate cake. Along the way she commanded some poor waiter to bring her (us? were we an us now?) two bottles of champagne, the good stuff. He looked skeptical, but dutifully padded off to get it.

A knockout redhead approached, Jasmine whispering her name to me and identifying her as oneof the tree huggers. How did the environmentalists ever get reduced to such a nothing term? I could see she was from Pacific Environmental Action Group, a well-established advocacy group, but one that had been accused recently of stepping over the line in their attempts to lobby the powers that be. I looked her up and down while she told her tale to Jasmine, and I was pretty sure she could lobby me if she wanted to.

. "Jasmine, what so you make of all this? By the way, do you know a guy named Lincoln Karr? He just assaulted me, and tried to kidnap me at gunpoint."

Oh my God, she couldn't be serious. Jasmine took it in stride as if Karr pulled this kind of shit all the time, but I was ready to call the cops.

"Ms. Sage, I'm Jesse Strange from WEST Magazine. I can't believe you're taking this so calmly. Have you reported it? Do you think you're safe hanging sround here?"

About this time the waiter returned, sans champagne, and had a whispered conversation with Jasmine.

"Listen, Ms. Sage, I don't know if there's anything I could do to help, but I'll be here if you need me, you know, the power of the press and all." Yeh, the boss would have my head if I came back with some uncorroborated story like this.

 

[chanaud]

Sin

"This here elevator's gonna stop soon, what is it that you have in mind?"

I had to fight the grin from forming on my lips. This cowboy rides fast. An imaginary flash of Jack wearing only a Stetson appeared out of nowhere, causing me to break out in a grin. hmmmmm...maybe this cowboy can help me.

I linked my arms with his and batted my eyes innocently.

"Well, I've never been with a real cowboy before. Why don't we go to your place so we can discuss what you had in mind. That is how we can get Thor elected."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jasmine

When the waiter called me aside and blurted out Thor’s message, despite my icy look, I scoffed with disgust. It was a classic Bumble. The timid kid, who looked like he had only taken this job to pay his way through college, offered an apologetic grin, which I waved off. I could hardly believe that this stuttering waiter had been the one who had interrupted Thor while his suite was, no doubt, on a “hold all calls” status.

Since the power of my name had, for once, failed to get me exactly what I wanted - when I wanted it, I moved onto Plan B. Using the second most powerful thing I had – the fact I had tits – was quite reliable as well.

Taking a step closer to the waiter, I pulled off my sunglasses and hung them, folded, on my shirt, the weight dragging my collar a few inches lower.

Ya know, I would really appreciate it. I mean, it’s just a tiny little favor for a ~personal~ friend…

I licked my lips slowly, enjoying my part.

And who knows. You might end up getting paid more than you expect…

Turning away before he could answer, I rejoined Jesse and Petra, eager to hear her story about Link.

 

[artful]

Art

As I stepped into the stinging force of water streaming from the adjustable showerhead,I set the head to the finest spray,and gazed down to see my cock standing straight forward,gently bobbing up and down as I twisted my torso to feel the spray invigorate my toned muscles,relaxing,.........yet stimulating,and I wondered at the strange paradox.

When finished,I stepped from the shower,and as I began to briskly dry off with the plush towel of the Ritz Carlton,I heard Marcus remark though the closed door."Sorry boss,Miss Rose doesn't answer her page,and I have three men looking for her."

Oh well Marcus,no matter,I think I will take a brisk walk anyway.Ya wanna come along?When Marcus said "ok".Somehow it lifted my spirits and caused me to REALLY look forward to the stroll.

I quickly dressed in a plain gray sweatsuit,but Marcus had to dig in the dresser to find his jock strap as his weapon had to be sheathed, so he wouldn't draw a lot of unwanted attention by his swinging cock, when we were before the public scrutiny.After a few minutes,we both were dressed and ready to go.

I stuck the entry card to our suite in my front pouch as Marcus palmed his,and we made our way out the door.

When the elevator had reached the lobby on the main floor,just before the doors quietly ~swished~ open,I cautioned Marcus to not lag to far behind me,as I knew we would be threading our way through the crowd,and I never felt more protected than when he was nearby.(You never could tell what loonies showed up at these plate dinners)

As we stepped out of the elevator,I was somewhat surprised by there only being a relatively few people still loitering in the attendance hall.I then started off at a brisk pace,allowing my eyes to note the small groups that had formed into hushed conversations,as those in attendance were explaining to their cohorts what their plans were to get their agendas pushed forward and laid on the bargaining table.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Jesse

Petra still seemed somewhat dazed by her experience, and Jasmine was working hard to convince the waiter to bring her champagne. I looked around noting that most of the guests and all of the notables had already left the hall. I wanted desperately to figure out where I was going to pull a story from, knowing that in the end it would probably have to come out of my ass, always the most painful kind of story to create.

Jasmine finished with the waiter, and Petra woke from her trance, and looked at us expectantly. Story be damned, something told me that there was a reason to probe deeper here. "Looks like it's time for us to blow this joint. I was going to head down the street to The Trough for some coffee. Either of you care to join me? Or, do you have a better idea? I'm open to all suggestions, cause so far tonight my instincts don't seem to be too well honed."

 

[TexasAngel28]

Angela

(OOC: Sorry this has taken so long...RW issues and such...)

IC:

The feeling of his mouth on my body was more than I could stand. I knew what I wanted and I told him. He loved it when I begged for him, and sometimes he wanted nothing more than for me to just tell him exactly what I wanted and how I wanted it. This was definately one of those times...

He licked and kissed his way up my stomach and across my breasts to my mouth, his fingers still playing along my very sensitive clit before sliding inside of my wetness once more. Again I begged for him to be inside of me and he chuckled quietly, leaning down and kissing against my ear before whispering...

"All in good time, my love...all in good time."

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor Bumblelich

I loved to drive Angel to the brink of sexual madness. I slid my fingers in and out of her body.....hot juices slathered my fingers with wetness. I chuckled inwardly - once again - and then relented. I rolled over on my back and pulled Angel over my body. Her hips writhed on mine, her sexuality was intoxicating.

"Angel, baby, I know how you like to be in charge. Fuck me, lover. Tell me how you want my cock in your pussy." Something about 'dirty' talk really sent her crazy.....

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jasmine

I glanced up as the elevator doors opened onto the lobby, silently praying it wasn’t anybody here to nag at me. As Cantrell stepped out, I quickly slid on the shades again, looking at something completely insignificant on the far wall. It was, however - as I had learned the hard way more then a few times - difficult to blend in with a crowd of suits and money when one is wearing army fatigues.

Cantrell was a nasty piece of change in my book. Just because he had billions to flaunt, he though he could buy people off as well. I tried to avoid those types, and thank the stars I had never actually had to put up with a conversation of his.

Tugging at Jesse’s arm, I hissed for him to get me out of here. Staying to the shadows of the tackily decorated pink and green hallway, I glanced back towards the elevators. Shit shit shit. He had seen me…but (knock on wood) not recognized me yet.

Pulling Jesse along now, glancing at Petra as well, I slunk as best I could – considering the circumstances - to the relative safety of the fire stairs.

 

[artful]

Art Cantrell

...My eyes had taken in the barren dessert table along with the three people sitting there as soon as I exited the elevator.As I headed toward them,I saw Jasmine duck her head slide her shades on and grab the mans hand sitting next to her,and literally pull him out of sight down a dimly lit corridor which I knew led only to the fire escape.

I chuckled to myself,knowing that Jasmine thought I hadn't recognised her.Let her think what she wanted,as long as the media couldn't use her against Thor's campaign,I could care less if she thought she had out foxed ~The Fox~.

I saw Petra Sage look behind her with a puzzled expression on her face as she watched the couple retreat down the hallway at a rapid pace.

Miss Sage was the one that Marcus had briefed me on prior to the banquet.The pic he had shown me didn't do her justice at all.Maybe it was the outfit she was wearing,but something told me this young woman was not only smart,(as ALL PEAG lobbyists were)but this one had a fire smoldering within,that had NEVER unleashed the roaring flames of lust buried somewhere deep within her.

Marcus had advised me I needed to hear what PEAG had to say,and knowing that she recognised me as being a powerful advisor to Thor in his bid for the Governor's seat,I strode up to the table,and in a measured tone,told her if she wished to promote PEAG's agenda to meet me in my suite along with Marcus in 30 minutes.I reached in my pouch,and grasping the suite entry card by the corner,flipped it across the table to land directly in front of her.I stood there and watched to see if she would acknowledge the invitation by picking up the card.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Jesse

Jasmine was staring at the menacing looking man that had arrived by elevator to survey the thinning crowd. She was tense, grabbing my arm, letting me know it was time to go. She pulled me, using me almost as a shield, out into the hallway and into the shadows, in front of a door lit only by an red 'EXIT' light, but clearly marked 'Fire Exit Only'. I wondering about poor Petra, left in our wake without any explanation for our sudden departure, still stunned by her encounter with Lincoln Karr.

Jasmine looked at the door, glancing back down the darkened, empty hallway, and then pushed on through the door and onto the metal fire escape. As we climbed down to the street, the sounds of fire alarms rang loudly inside the hall. Jasmine laughed heartily, our feet planted firmly on the crumbling pavement of the alley that ran behind the building. She ran out to the well lit street, glancing up and down, focusing finally on a small cafe with a homemade sign that said simply 'Sara's Place'.

Inside we found a cozy table in the front corner, where we could still see the street, but also had a view of the rest of the room, couples scattered amidst the small tables. I asked the waitress for two glasses and a bottle of champagne, and turned to face my accomplice. "What was THAT all about?"

 

[Kandi]

Petra

"Looks like it's time for us to blow this joint. I was going to head down the street to The Trough for some coffee. Either of you care to join me? Or, do you have a better idea? I'm open to all suggestions, cause so far tonight my instincts don't seem to be too well honed." Jesse had barely uttered these words when Jasmine grabbed him and dragged him quickly away without explanation.

Before I could even wonder what the hell was going on I was approached by an older man who flipped a card across the table at me. Absentmindedly I picked it up, not even sure what it was. The fire alarms suddenly sounded, and everyone in the place went into a mad scramble for the exits. I ran with what little crowd was left, and as it thickened near the front doors I realized that I still had this man's card, and his words spoken then were finally sinking in. He was nowhere to be found, and I wasn't sure I would want to find him. He gave me the creeps. There was something about him that reminded me of the Lunk.

He had suggested that I meet him in his suite in half an hour 'to promote PEAG's agenda'. Yeh, sure, I bet we're talking environmental activism here. I suddenly felt very dirty holding this guy's key card. I shoved it in my purse until I could figure out what to do with it.

We all stood in the street looking back at the building, wondering where the fire was. By the time the all clear signal was given, I had figured out that I had no further business here tonight anyway, and starting walking down the street.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jasmine

Glancing back down the hallway, I wondered if Petra had ended up in Cantrell’s grasp. I pitied anyone whom he sunk his claws into. The fire alarms shrieked in helpless agreement as I pushed the emergency exit open.

“Looked like some of those activists were getting a little hot under the collar. Just a precaution in case one of them spontaneously combusts from the pressure of signing a deal…” I smirked at Jesse, descending the rickety fire stairs with an uncanny grace despite the clunky boots.

Neatly sidestepping the oncoming traffic and screaming a few well thought-out (my time was never truly wasted during advanced chem. lectures) obscenities at the jerk in the pickup that almost hit me, I made it across the street in one piece. Barely. Ignoring Jesse’s look, I opened the door of ‘Sara’s Place’ and led him in.

Seated in the thickly upholstered seat, I finally caught my breath.

“THAT was Art. Art Cantrell, to be exact. He’s the mysterious man behind the money. The one you always read about in the papers, but never know any more except that he controls the purse strings big time. The Bumble is practically his manservant. I think Cantrell’s been in politics for too long, and the strain has finally gotten to him mentally.”

Sliding the shades off, I fingered them idly before throwing them down onto the beige Formica tabletop.

”Either that or he was dropped on his head as a kid.”