On the Campaign Trail

[BigDawg69]

I returned the Bumble’s parting shot about the cargo hold with a broad smile and wink. Here I thought the boys runnin’ his campaign were incompetent. Obviously dealing this candidate and his particular challenges was out of their league. It’s good thing I made the trip up here.

Coming as a pleasant surprise to me, Miss Rose suggested we return to my place. The look in her eyes as she spoke caused a vibration in my pants. Looking on her, I got lost in her eyes just for a moment.

“Is that your phone?” She asked.

“Oh, yeah, sorry dear this won’t take but a second.” I fished my vibrating cell phone from my pocket and engaged it as I laid it to my ear.

“Yeah?” I spoke into the phone, “What? . . . Really? . . . No, no I want to hold on to that, use it only if we need to. . . Yeah, it’s good stuff, but not now. . . . The old boy barely can put three words together in a complete sentence, I don’t want to make him as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rockin’ chairs, till we’re ready. . . . No, no I got a plan. . . . Yeah, listen don’t call me fer a few hours. . . . Right.”

I turned off the phone and placed back in my pocket. Looking down to my lovely companion, I was just getting ready to ask about her affiliation with Bumble when the elevator screeched to an abrupt stop. The lights blinked a couple times and flashed off. Somewhere in the distance an alarm began to scream out. Buffered by the wood paneled walls of the elevator the tone sounded miles away.

“Well, this makes for an interesting elevator ride.” I joked. “It’s about as dark as a yard down a bear’s throat in here. Not that I’m complaining.”

Sincerity pulled a lighter from her purse and flicked the small flame to life. Her face bathed in the warm glow of the flame looked irresistible to me.

 

[chanaud]

"Fuck!" I cried out as the realization of being stuck in an elevator hit me.

"Here hold this." Jack took the lighter from me while I reached into my purse and pulled out my cell phone and dialed the number to 911.

Riiiiiiiing....riiiiiiiiiiing....riiiiiiiiiiiing..... Silence.

"Fuck!" My phone is dead.

Grabbing the lighter too quickly, I had to shake off the burn. There was a small thud as the lighter hit the floor.

We both crouched down on our hand and knees immediately. Our hands swept across the floor in search for it. I couldn't control the heat rising to my face as we constantly bumped into each other.

"Hey, watch it!" I cried out as I felt his hand grabbing my leg.

"My apologies Miss Rose."

"I found it!" I flicked on the lighter as with no result.

"Fuck again! Why is this happening to me???" I cried out as I threw the lighter across the room.

 

[BigDawg69]

Sincerity slapped away my hand from her thigh. Exasperated she sat back into the corner of the darkened elevator. Her lighter dead, and cell phone useless her night was I’m sure ruined. None of her obvious goals were to be achieved, or so it would seem. I retreated to the far corner of the elevator and popped open my cell. Looking at the screen I noticed four full bars. Good strong signal gotta love it! I pressed my speed dial and placed the phone to my ear.

“Howdy darlin’ . . . no, no I’m still up here in Californy. . . . Yeah, listen I need you to make a couple calls for me toot sweet. . . . Yeah seems I’ve gotten myself stuck in an elevator up here in the hotel. . . . Do what you can, I need to get out and get on with business. . . . Thanks, babe.” I clicked the phone off and put it back into my pocket.

It was dark and silent, those awkward silences, with no fill. As I leaned back against the wall the lights began to flicker to life once again. A couple jerks and the elevator began its slow descent to the lobby. I looked over at the beautiful woman who had briefly shared this cell, and thought of her night. I could see the disappointment in her face. Bumble was her goal and this old cowboy was her lot. A thought entered my mind, and I drew my cell once again.

“Howdy. . . yeah it’s me. . . Get me the Bumble. No I don’t particularly want to talk to him, but I got somebody here who does. . . No, no you get through and get him to call this number. . . . I know he will not be disappointed.” I winked at the lovely Miss Rose. “If he won’t make the call, then you get him to come to room 1134. Yeah that’s right, he’s got a beautiful surprise waitin’ on him there. . . You tell him the Election Cowboy has got him an offer he can’t refuse!” I chuckled, “That’ll peak his interest.” I winked at Sincerity as I pocketed my phone.

The “Election Cowboy” was a nickname I had picked up over the years. My reputation preceded the name as the one lone man who could get any candidate elected in spite of any circumstances. You name an upset or surprise political victory in the past ten years and I guarantee I been there somewhere, callin’ the shots. Oil was my bread and butter but politics was my gift.

I tossed my room key down to her. “I’ll be at the bar, you can have my room as long as you like. I know the bartender all to well and he’ll keep the whiskey running all night for me.”

She slowly climbed to her feet, straightening her dress as the elevator doors slid open. I stepped out into the lobby and turned back to her. “You have a good night, ya here.” I turned and walked across the lobby toward the hotel bar.

 

[TexasAngel28]

"Angel, baby, I know how you like to be in charge. Fuck me, lover. Tell me how you want my cock in your pussy."

Gods above, the man knew how to turn me on at will. I slid my hips across his hard cock and then took it in my hand and let him slide inside of me.

"I'd rather show you how, darlin'" I answered quietly even as I ground my hips against him slow and hard. He chuckled quietly as his hands went to my breasts and began massaging them, his fingers flicking and pinching at my hardened nipples. One hand slid between my legs and his finger began rubbing against my clit. I moaned not too quietly and continued moving against him...

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor Bumblelich

I growled, arched my back, and slammed my cock up into the inner recesses of her body. I watched her bounce. She loved to be on top and I loved to slam up - drive her to the roof, in more ways than one.

The sight of my cock, glistening with her juices, sliding in and out of her pussy was a visual experience that defied description.

The smooth walls caressed my cock and gave me the most exquisite pleasure. I teased and toyed with her button. I reached up with my free hand and pulled her head down. My lips mashed against hers hard..........one of our cut lips releasing the coppery taste of blood.

 

[TexasAngel28]

I tasted the blood in my mouth but at the moment I didn't care where it had come from as I continued grinding my hips against him, feeling him thrust deeper and harder inside of me, his hands clasped about my waist. I felt my climax hit me like an explosion the likes of which I had not experienced in quite some time. I cried out his name over and over again until I felt him explode inside of me as well. Again our lips met and I could still feel his hardness inside of me. I knew what he'd want now. I slid off of him, my breathing trying hard to return to normal. I turned, still on top of him, my hot pussy now at his face even as I dropped my head and took his still hard cock in my wet and warm mouth. I heard his growl and felt his hands on my hips pulling me back towards his mouth. I wrapped both my hands around the base of his cock and began to move them up and down and around him, bringing him more pleasure once more...

These were the nights that could last for hours. I had a feeling neither of us would be getting much sleep that night...

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor Bumblelich

...she knew me so well. No matter how many nubile political groupies I fucked, she was - without exception - the best. I also knew that she found 'fun' from time to time. Since both of us were more or less discreet, we had an understanding. Neither of us wanted more than casual, earthy sex with the others. With each other.......

I let the thought lie as she twisted around into a 69 position, still on top of me. She straddled my face, her freshly fucked pussy inches from my mouth. Damn, she knew me so well. I loved to pleasure her with my mouth after one of our intense sessions. I loved the mixed taste of her juices mixed with my cum. With a growl, I gripped her ass tighter and buried my face. After a couple of licks, I began to suck her engorged lips as I slipped my tongue inside her.

 

[TexasAngel28]

Angela (A couple of hours later)

OOC: Sorry this has taken so long. Thor, if you'd rather not skip ahead let me know and I'll come back to delete this and do a different post.

IC:

We lay in each others arms, completely sated for the moment. Outside it was completely dark now and the moon just did peek in through the window. I sighed, contentedly, and turned to look at Thor.

"So, why don't you tell me what your advisors have planned for tomorrow's meetings? I'd love to hear about it. Besides, I need your input on where I should be and what you think I should wear to all these meetings." He loved when I asked for his advice on where I should stand, sit, or just linger during his meetings. Even more, he loved dressing me for the occasions. I lay there and let my fingers move slowly around his chest, barely touching him, waiting for his answer.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jasmine

Excusing myself from Jesse, I stepped out onto the street again. Glancing at the high-rise hotel, my eyes wandered to approximately the location of the Bumblelich suite. Taking out my cell phone, I pulled the antenna up with my teeth, dialing the number of the hotel from memory. I decided I had waited long enough to call Thor per request – incurring the wrath of the Bumble was only worth so much self-satisfaction.

After a few moments of arguing heatedly with the operator and at last convincing him I really was the Jasmine Bumblelich, the phone rang once…twice…three times.

I leaned back against the brick wall, hoping against hope I had woken them up...or at least rudely interrupted one of their frantic lovemaking sessions.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor Bumblelich

.......zzzzzzzzzz.......zzzzzzzzz.......zzzzzzzzzzz. If one could look into the suite one would see the candidate, naked on the bed, clothes strewn across the room. Angel was long gone. Thor always slept after a bout of lovemaking....

"ringggggg, ringggggggggggg' "Fucking phone," Thor mumbled, and then went right back to sleep without answering. Whoever it was would wait.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jasmine

Growling softly at the obnoxious, endless ringing, I hung up before I could get Thor’s voicemail. Walking back into the café, I pulled out a pen and jotted down my room number and the hotel’s number on a paper napkin.

“Call me sometime…you’ve only scratched the surface.”

Pushing it across the table to Jesses, I smiled and blew him a kiss as I exited Sara’s Place.

Thor wasn’t good at playing the game, and Angel was only marginally better. Sure, I was ticked he wanted me to call him and didn’t even have the courtesy to answer – but then again, I had wanted to come back to my room anyway. I had a couple great pictures I’m sure Jesse would have loved to see - and loved even more to print; Kodak moments of the Bumble and some of the less reputable staff.

The hotel had pretty well cleared out on the lower levels, and I took the stairs upwards, clattering loudly in the confined space with my boots. Going into my room, attached to the parent’s suite by a shared master bathroom, I eased open the door quietly. Seeing a faint outline laying on the bed in the dark, I smirked, feeling around for the phone which I know rested on the endtable. Shuffling in the dark, I dragged it all the way across the room, and out of reach from the sleeper.

Stepping out into the hall, I leaned against the tackily decorated wall, fishing around through my inside pockets for the cell phone. Dialing the room number again, my smile grew wider as I heard the shrill tones filtering through the walls. Nothing more

Wake up call…