Larry is on the prowl again. He had transitioned from not being very good
with women to being quite successful in a morally questionable way. Since he had cheap tastes but was a
billionaire, he tried to corrupt women by offering them ridiculous sums of money
in exchange for one night of sex with them.
Larry had never enjoyed strip clubs or prostitutes but the idea that he
was corrupting someone who had not chosen to pursue sex as a career did appeal
to him. At first, he himself was
corrupted with the popularity of books like 50
Shades of Grey that women liked to be dominated and, basically,
abused. Although he still believed this
to be true, he didn’t get as much satisfaction out of it and he was the one
paying for it so he’s the one that should enjoy it not the woman.
Larry believed that he needed to
keep a code while doing this to justify it to himself. He said the girl had to be over 18-years-old
and that he can’t offer pure cash but he needs to pay a bill they have. His mind kept going back and forth on what
constituted worthy of his offer. Oddly,
he was more questionable about low ticket items than big ticket items. He felt good when he paid for medical needs
but insurance did a decent job with that and a lot of extremely expensive
procedures led to the woman not having the energy for sex.
Usually he found his targets
just by walking around New York City and hanging out in public areas
eavesdropping on conversations. He would
insert himself in the conversation and see what happens. Sometimes he got turned down and, to be
honest, he enjoyed being turned down because it gave him hope that some women
still had dignity and integrity but most of the time he was successful. Usually the woman was the one that insisted
on having dinner first to not feel like a prostitute. Larry always agreed but never saw it as a
requirement but lately he preferred that as well so thought he would include it
in the pitch. After all, due to his
inexperience, he usually didn’t last very long.
Lauren is 31-years-old and is a
physical therapists for a hospital in Ohio.
She is a 5’3” olive skinned woman with long wavy black hair falling to
the waist of a perfectly contoured body.
Her tanned face was countered with mesmerizingly bright green eyes. Like many girls, Lauren was cat called every
day. Although it usually annoyed her,
she knew deep down that if it stopped, it would hurt her self esteem. Despite her beauty, she grew up with parents
that were constantly grinding to make ends meet. She didn’t focus on school too much and ended
up going to a school known more for partying than for academics so her degree
didn’t mean much. The plan to find a
wealthy man to marry her and pay off all her debt quickly after graduating college
hadn’t materialized. At 31, it was
harder and harder to compete against those more than a decade younger than
her. In a way, it was karma as when she
was their age, she stole guys away from women in their 30s. Even for 31, however, she could still more
than hold her own. She was on break and
speaking with a nurse that she was friends with. She commented, “I really need to find a man.”
The nurse was already married
and she replied back, “Have you tried online dating?”
“Yes, but it hasn’t really
panned out. I meet good guys but I haven’t
really had a lasting relationship.”
“Well, you’re still beautiful
and smart so I’m sure it’s not going to be very difficult to find suitors. You’re lucky enough that they come to you and
you turn them down.”
“Yea, I guess but I just don’t
make enough here. I need like a killer
high end outfit that’ll blow guys away.
I mean I get hit on now wearing professional clothes but it’s always
juvenile animals”
“Just so you know, all men are juvenile animals”
“Just so you know, all men are juvenile animals”
Lauren laughed and conceded,
“Yea, you got a point there but some are worse than others.”
“So, why not go shopping and
splurge?”
“There’s no way I can justify
spending thousands of dollars on an outfit.
It’s like a catch-22, I need a rich guy to buy me the outfit but in
order to find a rich guy who would buy me the outfit, I need the outfit.”
The nurse knew Larry as they had
grown up together. She didn’t
necessarily agree with what he was doing but she did like to help him out if
the opportunity presented itself. She
decided she’d ask hoping that Lauren would have some dignity and reject
it. The conversation was infuriating her
because Lauren was coming off like a snob but she had to admit there really was
nothing to lose. If Lauren rejected it,
she’d have more respect for a colleague.
If Lauren accepted it, the nurse helped out her friend and would have
something to hold against Lauren since she really was stunningly gorgeous that
the nurse had to admit made her a little envious. Despite what society was telling women
nowadays, it still devalued you the more men you let have your body; especially
when the reasons for allowing access are anything but pure. The nurse inquired, “What would you do to
have someone buy you that outfit?”
Lauren’s green eyes went wide
and she swallowed hard as she thought about it.
“Anything” was the reply.
“Would you fuck a guy for it?”
“Absolutely”
“Well, if you’re serious, I know
someone that would probably take you up on that.”
“Really? Thank you”
“Don’t thank me yet. He has to agree. He lives in New York so you’ll have to take
some time off.”
“So, I get to have this outfit
from 5th Avenue?”
“Yup”
Lauren gave the nurse a hug and
said, “I know it’s not for sure yet, but thanks for being willing to help.”
“No problem”
The nurse called her friend
Larry and he answered, “Hey, I haven’t talked to you in a while”
“Yea, I know. Do you still do that corrupting normal girls
into being gold digging sluts thing?”
“I do.”
“Well I got one for you.”
“So apparently you don’t
disapprove too much if you’re helping me find one.”
“Hey, you’re a nice guy. A little too nice, that was always your
problem. I feel like this is phase for
you. When you were younger, you were too
nice to get girls. Now, you’re kind of
going the other extreme. Hopefully when
this phase is over you arrive at a happy medium where you can be a little mean
but still respectful. Perfect
combination to get a real woman.”
“Thanks I guess” he announced
amusingly but half-sarcastically
“I mean at 35, you’re getting a
little too old to go through these phases but whatever”
“You do know you’re 36 right?”
“But I’m married with a child
and I own a home. I’m an adult.”
Larry smiled, “Okay” he replied
nonchalantly.
“You still interested in all
this Spygate stuff?”
“I am, I mean it’s the biggest
scandal in American history.”
“Yea, well, the Mueller report
being so anti-climactic makes me kind of believe you’ve been right about this.”
“I just found out that there may
have been a 3rd scope memo”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, originally Mueller was
hired to find collusion. He knew even
before that he took the case that it was a hoax because his lead investigator,
Weissman was already briefed it was a hoax.
So, they needed to have a reason to keep it going.”
“Right, so there was
obstruction”
“Right, but Trump was as
transparent and accommodating as you can get.
He never used executive privilege and gave them everything they asked
for. That necessitated a 3rd
scope memo”
“Which was?”
“Manafort and Ukrainian ties”
“Right, I remember that. He got arrested for non-Trump related stuff”
“But remember that the whole
reason for the special counsel was that Sessions talked to some Russians so
they thought he’d be conflicted. Why was
Sessions conflicted to handle Manafort?
That was Ukraine.”
The nurse contemplated this for
a minute and realized she didn’t have an answer so offered, “I can’t really
think why. But, did they have any
evidence that Manafort did this? Wasn’t this
the Chalupa thing?”
“No, Chalupa was after they
started investigating the scope but remember they need something to predicate
opening the investigation in the first place.”
“Right, like the Steele dossier
opened the Russian collusion stuff.”
“That’s actually a good
comparison because just like the Steele Dossier, the black ledger, which is
what they used to expand the scope to Manafort, was just as shady.”
“What do you mean? Everything in the Steele dossier was proved
false and now people think it’s a disinformation campaign. The FBI was warned several times by the
British, the State Department and others that it was fake but they never
bothered to verify it. How can something
be just as bad?”
“First, have you heard about the
‘black ledger’”
“I admit, I have not.”
“The black ledger was an alleged
cash payment to Manafort to lobby on behalf of Ukrainian officials.”
“Okay, but that shit is done all
the time.”
“Yes, but they said he was paid
in cash but the Ukrainian officials say that they never paid him in cash. The top Ukrainian prosecutor, Nazar
Kholodnytsky, warned the state department and the FBI that the Ukrainians that
found the ledger believed it to be a fraud.”
The nurse snickered, “So the FBI
did it again. This is even worse because
it’s not Trump. I understand that the
people who hate Trump really hate
Trump but I didn’t know this derangement and vitriol would be for his campaign
members too.”
“What in the 600 plus day witch
hunt would give you that idea? If you
consort with the enemy you are the enemy”
“Yes, but I mean entrapment is
one thing but actually making phony dossiers and documents is something
completely different.”
“So only the target himself is
worthy of that?” Larry’s tone became more stern almost offended.
The nurse was undeterred, she
had known Larry for years and wasn’t afraid of him, “Quite frankly, yes.”
Larry’s tone dissipated to more
conversational and continued, “Well, just like with Trump, when the FBI went to
get a search warrant, they cited media reports about the ledger.”
“Why not just cite the ledger?”
“Because then they have to
describe how they verified it”
“How did the media know about
the ledger?”
“Andy Weissman met with the
Associated Press, the people who leaked it, the day before and helped them with
the article.”
“Jesus Christ! So they did do it
again. Just like how Christopher Steele leaked the dossier to the press and
told the FBI and the FBI used the media reports to verify the dossier even
though it all came from the same source.”
“Worse, Weissman was the lead
investigator on the Mueller probe. Steele
may have been an FBI informant but he wasn’t actually FBI. In this case, the same people carrying out
the search warrant and raiding the house are the people leaking to the media
and citing their own work.”
“What the fuck? I didn’t think anything could get worse than
the Steele Dossier but low and behold the higher ups at the FBI find a new
low. This is actually revolting. I mean, I’m not going to say I’m Trump’s
biggest fan but come on!”
“Exactly, they didn’t even bring
up the ledger in court when they charged Manafort”
“Anyway, that’s enough politics
for now. I already told Lauren about
you. I’ll send you her number. She said she’d do it. Call her and see if she gets cold feet. I promise nothing.”
“What does she want?”
“Clothes”
“That’s it?”
“No, like real high end clothes”
“Alright whatever that doesn’t
seem like a big deal.”
“Just so you know, it’s going to
be a couple thousand dollars.”
“So she wants a new wardrobe”
“No, it’s one killer outfit that
will cost thousands of dollars.”
“The most expensive shoes you
can get are like $600 Louie Vutton”
The nurse sighed, “Oh you naïve
little boy. That’s not the most
expensive it gets. Trust me, you’ll find
out. Plan on at least a five grand bill”
Larry shrugged his
shoulders. He knew this wasn’t his
specialty but he was going to go with it.
He called Lauren and started, “Hey Lauren, I hear that you want a high
end outfit.”
“Yes, oh hi” she responded charmingly
with a huge smile even though Larry couldn’t see her, it came out in her voice. “You live in New York right?”
“I do”
“Alright, so how does this
work?”
“You let me know when you want
to do this. I’ll fly you up to New York,
we’ll get dinner. You fulfill your end
of the bargain and I’ll fulfill mine.”
“How do I know you’re not
lying?”
“You have someone that can vouch
for me.”
“How about you buy half the
outfit first and then I’ll fulfill my end then you buy the rest?”
“That’s fair but I hate shopping
so just send me the link and I’ll purchase them. First though, you have to have dinner with
me. I like having a conversation so it
doesn’t seem like it’s merely a carnal transaction.”
“You’re lonely aren’t you?”
“Not really, but I can
understand why you think so. I’m just odd;
I like to cover up what I’m actually doing.”
“I’m okay with this. Well, my hours at the hospital are flexible
so why don’t we say next weekend?”
“Okay”
The next weekend Larry pays for
Lauren to fly to New York. He picks her
up at the airport and takes her to Cipriani, which is a nice Italian restaurant
in Grand Central. While eating, Lauren
takes out her phone and takes a picture to post on social media. Larry sternly demands, “Put you phone away. You’re at dinner with me I’d like to have
your undivided attention. I’m not one to
share.”
Lauren tensed up and put her
head down as she put her phone back in her purse. Her voice raised as it sounded vulnerable as
she explained, “I’m just not used to eating at places like this. I was excited, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine but just please don’t
do it again.”
Lauren reverted back to her
normal tone and asked casually, “Are you not a fan of social media in general
or just while at dinner?”
“I’m not in general. I’m a conservative and I don’t like how they
unabashedly suppress conservative contents and ban them for tweets that no sane
person would call ‘hateful’”
“Well, I’m not too sure about
that but I’m not really into politics.”
“Well, there’s a Republican
Senator from Missouri named Josh Hawley that introduced a bill to stop Facebook
and Twitter and the like from doing that.
They’d be audited every two years and if they are biased, they lose
their immunity under the Communications and Decency act 230”
“I have no idea what that is”
“It says that platforms, which
Facebook and Twitter pretend to be, can’t be sued if someone attacks them on
social media.”
“Oh, well that makes sense.”
“Only if you allow everyone to
post shit. If you’re biased and let
liberals say whatever they want but conservatives can’t say anything right
leaning then it’s not fair.”
“So it looks like you’re getting
what you wanted.”
“I’m a little nervous because
the FTC is involved and I don’t trust government organizations”
“Ah, that’s always the rub. Conservatives never think government is the
answer but now the government is trying to fix a problem”
“And we stay consistent to be
against it.”
“But how do you solve the
problem then?”
“I think the audit should be on
who they banned. It shouldn’t be what
they allowed; it’s who they kicked off.”
“What’s the difference?”
“Well there used to be a thing
in radio called the fairness doctrine.
It said that you have to have just as much time devoted to liberal views
as conservatives.”
“That sounds fair”
“Yea but it’s not because right
wing radio was much more popular. I’ll use
current examples. Rush Limbaugh has
millions of listeners whereas a left wing person has a couple hundred. A radio station wouldn’t want to hire Rush
Limbaugh because then they have three hours of really good radio with a lot of
listeners but that has to be counteracted with three hours of radio nobody gives
a shit about. That’s why talk radio
exploded when Reagan got rid of the fairness doctrine.”
“How does that relate to social
media?”
“Let’s say that liberals post on
social media more than conservatives.”
“I think that’s true.”
“Fine, so let’s pretend that it
is completely open where anyone can post what they want. When they get audited, the FTC will be like,
‘hey 60% of the political posts were liberal but only 40% were
conservative. You need to suppress the
liberal content to make it even.’ It
wasn’t their fault. If, however, you do
it based on who they banned then I think it would work. Even then that’s a problem because leftists
are more radical than right wing so, in a sane world, more leftists would get
banned and then you have to unnecessarily ban right wing people to even it
out.”
“Sounds like you don’t have a
solution. Besides Trump is conservative
and he tweets all the time”
“It’s kind of hard to do it to
the president and not make it blatantly obvious it’s what you’re doing. But that is a fair point. Trump may not have won the election if he
couldn’t tweet. It’s a good source to
get your information out without it being filtered through fake news. I just don’t think the wording should be
about fairness and equality but just if you show outright bias, which is what
they’re doing now. No quotas just, ‘oh
you banned this person from twitter for saying Sharia law is bad. That’s not fair, you lose your platform
status.’”
“Well we’ll see what happens”
“I don’t think the bill will
pass. Even conservatives and Republicans
don’t like it for the reasons I said and the Democrats control the house anyway
so it’s pretty much dead on arrival.”
They finished their meal and
Lauren said, “Okay, are we doing this tonight?”
“Yes”
“Where?”
“At the Hilton next door.”
“Alright, can I take my phone
out to show you the shoes I want?”
“Yea, that’s fine.”
Lauren took out her phone and
sent him the link. When Larry looked at
it, he realized that his friend was right.
These were $2,000 shoes. All
Lauren’s shipping information was filled out.
Larry put in his credit card information, made sure to click not to save
the card and paid for the shoes and handed the phone back to Lauren. Lauren looked at the confirmation both on the
screen and in her e-mail and she smiled wide.
She looked up seductively and said, “Alright let’s go”
Her favorite part was that Larry
didn’t even react. He showed no sense of
shock, which led her to believe she was serious. They went next door to the Hilton and Lauren
stripped herself of her clothes quickly after entering the hotel room. Larry got up and approached her. They kissed
and Lauren felt Larry backing his way toward the bed. She squirmed free of his arms that were
around her and walked to the table that already had salt and tequila. She swiped the contents off the table and sat
on it spreading her legs and signaled to Larry to come towards her with her
finger smiling widely. Larry came over
and positioned himself between her legs and Lauren put her hands on his
shoulders and raised her legs onto his shoulders as Larry penetrated her. Larry kissed her as Larry caressed her
legs. Lauren leaned back onto the table
as Larry ran his hands over her breasts bending her legs back towards her
head. As Lauren moaned from being deeply
penetrated, she said, “Bring me to the bed.”
Larry undercut her arms and lifted
her up. Lauren dropped her legs to
around his waist and Larry kissed her neck as he brought her over. Lauren nibbled on his ear and whispered, “Sit
yourself on the bed and lean back keeping your feet on the floor.”
Larry obeyed Lauren’s instructions
and Lauren straddled Larry as his feet were on the ground but lying on his
back. Lauren rode Larry hard and again
felt his penis penetrate deep behind her vaginal walls. She used her legs to ride hard and fast
rotating her hips up and down and side to side while her mouth kissed Larry’s
lips, neck and chest as Larry’s hands caressed her butt. Lauren realized that Larry didn’t put a
condom on so she flipped her body around, interlocked her ankles behind Larry’s
neck and used her calf muscles to pull Larry’s face into her groin. Lauren’s mouth was now positioned at Larry’s
crotch so she opened her mouth and inserted his penis arching her back to bob
her head over his penis. Larry opened
his mouth and protruded his tongue licking Lauren’s clitoris and surrounding
area as vaginal juices filled his mouth.
It didn’t take long for Larry’s penis to return the favor and fill
Lauren’s mouth with fluids of his own.
Lauren kept going until Larry pushed her off him. Her green eyes met his green eyes and she
swallowed theatrically and opened her mouth releasing a noise that is normally
reserved after drinking a cold drink on a hot day. She licked her lips and puckered them at
Larry kissing the air.
Larry smiled and said, “Damn, well I
planned on a little bit of foreplay. I
wanted to take a body shot off that lovely ass of yours but you just threw the
salt and the tequila on the ground.”
Even though Lauren had just given
Larry her body, she still spoke seductively and uttered, “Are you complaining?”
“No” he cried back shaking his head
back and forth for added effect.
Lauren dropped the act and queried,
“So did you see Trump’s speech the other night?”
“I did”
“What did you think?”
“I loved it. The guy knows how to
rev up a crowd. I mean I can’t believe
people waited in tents for two days to get tickets for it.”
“Yea, there absolutely was a lot of
people but I don’t know, I don’t know why he attacks Hillary so much. She’s not running. He’s not facing Hillary this time.”
“Well, he doesn’t know who his
opponent is. It’s not about the person,
it’s about the message. He’s creating an
‘us vs. them’ mentality.”
“And who is ‘us’ and who is ‘them’? Democrats and Republicans?”
“No, remember establishment
Republicans oppose him too. They even
have a name ‘Never Trumpers.’ He’s
creating the establishment swamp rat status quo bureaucracy vs. him, the non-establishment
rebel. His base is drawn to that.”
“I guess I can see that but I mean
the crowd started chanting ‘lock her up’”
“Notice that Trump didn’t say
that. That’s what I mean. People are sick and tired of powerful
politicians getting away with things and being above the law. If anyone else got subpoenaed for their
e-mails and then deleted all their e-mails and acid washed them so nobody could
recover them, they’d be in jail for obstruction by destroying evidence and
tampering”
“Yea, even I got to admit that the
accusations of obstruction against Trump pale in comparison to the case against
Hillary.”
“Just look at the crowds. I know they don’t mean everything but I mean
tens of thousands of people show up to Trump’s rallies. 100,000 RSVP’d. They did it in the pouring rain too. Compare that to the couple hundred that Biden
gets.”
“Well, I don’t have the numbers”
“I do, Biden got like 600 people,
Trump filled a stadium that holds over 20,000 but I’m counting how many it
holds for a basketball game but the stage isn’t as big as the court so there
were people on the court.”
“Alright, so more people came. Usually whoever raises the most money wins
and Trump raised one of the least amounts of money in 2016 so I think it was a
fluke”
“Not this time”
“What do you mean?”
“24 hours after the Orlando speech,
Trump raised $ 28.4 million dollars.
That’s more than the top four Democratic candidates combined.”
“Well people want him impeached?”
“I thought that too but there was a
protest outside the White House to impeach Trump. You want to know how many people showed up?”
“How many?” Larry showed her an article by
Kemberlee Kaye entitled, ‘Tens of people show up at impeach Trump rallies’ Lauren kept reading and Kaye put the number
as ‘15ish’ Lauren’s shoulders sagged as she exclaimed, “15 people? There’s probably more than that gathered just
to see the White House. Like, you know,
tourists.”
“I’ve been one of those tourists
on several occasions. You are correct; there
is probably more than 15 people.
Especially if you include the park across the street.
“Ummm, where am I sleeping
tonight?”
“I thought you’d sleep here but
if you’re not comfortable, you’re not obligated.”
“No, I actually prefer that, I
just didn’t want to be presumptuous.”
“Pick out the outfit on your
phone and get to the part where I pay.
I’ll finish our deal”
“That’s not what I was implying.
I mean I know that my opinion shouldn’t really matter because this is what it
is but for what it’s worth. I’d feel a
little better….I…well….I know guys hate cuddling but if it’s not too much to
ask…..I wouldn’t be opposed if you held me as we, you know, literally sleep
together, not figuratively because we, like, already did that.”
Larry laughed and fired back, “I
would also prefer that. I told you, I’m
weird. I actually like cuddling.”
Lauren grinned widely and went
into her phone. She typed in some keys
and handed the phone to Larry shyly as she had already gone to the stores to
try on a stunning black halter top dress with earrings and a necklace to dress
it up with a $1,100 purse. She wasn’t
exactly sure what she could get away with so she decided to just go for broke
and let Larry decide what he wanted to take out. Given what little she had to do for it, the
shoes she felt were enough but she wasn’t going to tell Larry that. Larry handed back her phone and Lauren looked
at the confirmation that everything was ready to be picked up in the store
during working hours. She stared
unbelievably at her phone and then up at the bathroom where Larry was brushing
his teeth and getting ready for bed. He
didn’t take long and got back in bed and lied down. Lauren went to the bathroom and did the same
and then came out and lied with her back to Larry. Larry wrapped his right arm around her body
and rested it on her skinny stomach. He
extended his left arm under her neck as an extension of the pillow. Lauren scooted her body back into his and her
entire body relaxed. She grimaced at
what she had just done but then her mouth extended as vertical lines appeared
on her cheeks. Both of them fell asleep
quickly.
The next day, Larry woke up
first and was already showered and dressed as Lauren was just waking up. She sat up still naked and said, “Now that
our business arrangement is over. I
would like to see you tonight as friends not two people involved in business.”
“Lauren, this wasn’t meant to
have any strings attached. I’m not
interested in a relationship.”
“I’m not asking for one. I just want one more day that’s it. We don’t even have to hang out today. I got to go get the stuff you got me anyway.
Wait, do you want to come?”
“Absolutely not. I avoid department stores like the plague.”
Lauren nodded, “I figured, so
why don’t we meet for dinner. Nothing
fancy, go get some famous New York pizza.
Then tomorrow, I’ll be out of your life.”
“Why would you want one more
day? What are you planning?”
Lauren shook her head back and
forth signaling that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to answer the question. She figured to just go for it and blurted
out, “I kind of want that to be a surprise.”
“You don’t owe me anything
else.”
“I know that, that’s what makes
it meaningful. I’m doing it because I
want to not because I have to.”
“Why not?” he determined as he
shrugged his shoulders.
Lauren beamed, “Thank you, Let’s
say 7:00”
“Okay”
“Can I have a key to the hotel
room so I can come back here to drop off my stuff?”
The hotel did come with two keys
so he gave her one and called the front desk to see if he could get another
night as he only paid for the one. The
hotel hadn’t booked it so they granted it.
Larry said, “Enjoy your day” and walked out of the room.
Lauren showered and got dressed
in the clothes she had on the day before.
She went to pick up all the things she bought and was glowing when she
got back to the hotel and hung up the dress and laid out the shoes and
jewelry. As evening hit, she got a
makeover and headed back to the hotel happy not to have seen Larry.
Larry went home and got some
work done. He watched TV hoping that Lauren would get out of his life. He knew that eventually some girl would try
to trap him into marriage with these arrangements so they could have complete
access to his finances but that wasn’t going to happen. When the time came, he texted Lauren to meet
him at one of the many places in New York to get pizza. The smaller places had the best pizza and
Larry arrived early like he always did.
Lauren arrived wearing everything that Larry had bought for her. Larry’s eyes widened as although Lauren
looked great naturally, she looked stunning now. He looked around and wondered why she
suggested a cheap place. He bought the
pizzas for both of them and sat down.
Lauren read his mind and started, “I’m sure you’re wondering why I came
dressed like this.”
“I am.”
“I enjoyed our conversation last
night. I realized that even though Trump
is the most powerful man in the world, if you look at the scoreboard, Hillary
is still winning. I mean Manafort,
Cohen, Papadopoulos, Mike Flynn all jailed.
Nobody has been locked up for the collusion hoax.”
“I actually agree with you. The only Democrat that has been charged his
Jackson Cosco”
“Who’s that?”
“He’s a Bernie Sanders
supporter. Rich kid from California. He used to work for New Hampshire Senator
Maggie Hassan until he was fired. During
the Kavanaugh hearings, he got an aide that still worked for Hassan to let him
into the office where he put something on the computers so he could get anyone
that typed in their passwords. With
that, he got the addresses and personal information of various Senators. When Graham, Hatch and Rand Paul attacked the
Democrats for making a Supreme Court confirmation hearing into a circus, he
released their addresses to the public so the general public could harass
them. Then he tried to extort them by
threatening to release the information of their kids like their social security
numbers and stuff. He also worked for
Diane Feinstein. I think he extorted
Hassan too saying that he would blame her since it was her computers if she
didn’t do something for him.”
“He was basically pissed he got
fired.”
“And he’s a far-left liberal so
he believes that anyone who disagrees with him is evil so nothing is going too
far.”
“So what happened?”
“He got 48 months in prison”
“That’s four years” Lauren cried
out astonishingly
“Yup, he tried to say that he
was on drugs but they found notes about him bragging about it. Talking about how he’s happy he ruined
Hatch’s wife’s birthday.”
“See, not all liberals are above
the law” she pronounced with a charming expression on her face.
“Well, he did threaten a
Democratic Senator too so who knows what would have happened if he only stuck
with Republicans”
“Oh come on!” she replied
playfully
“I know, I know take the
victory. Finally one Anti-Trumper goes
to jail. Hopefully it starts a
trend. Jussie Smollett should have been
the first but whatever.”
“Yea, that was ridiculous”
They finished their pizza and
Lauren and Larry went back to the hotel.
Larry purposely took the subway and was surprised how Lauren didn’t seem
fazed by being overdressed and maneuvering the streets of Manhattan in high
heels. She also didn’t seem embarrassed
to be seen with someone wearing a t-shirt and cargo shorts. They arrived back at the hotel and Lauren
declared, “Thank you for not asking me why I was so dressed up.”
Larry didn’t know if she was
accusing him or not but decided to act like she was serious. He nodded his head and said not seriously,
“Well, I was wondering that. But I gotta
admit, I was impressed that you still ate greasy pizza and didn’t get
pretentious about taking the subway instead of a cab.”
“I feel safe with you.”
“I do enjoy the looks I get when
I’m with a girl who’s dressed up and I’m dressed like a scrub. Most girls get mad at me for being under
dressed but I just love the smug look on people’s faces when I go into nice
restaurants dressed like shit but I can pay the bill just like they can. I mean, I’m more talking yesterday than
today.”
“Yea, today it was just the smug
looks of people wondering why someone dressed like you can be with someone
looking like me.”
Larry glared at Lauren and
retorted, “Shame, you were doing so good about not being pretentious.”
Lauren smirked and said in an
even tone which had an effect given the content as she said, “Yes, but it’s on
purpose. First of all, you do like the
looks so that part is true….”
“I’ll give you that” Larry’s
face was stern and unamused
Lauren proceeded, “I said that
so you’d want to punish me. I’m dressed
like this to give you something that I have never given to anyone else. I’m telling you that even when I’m dressed to
the nines in my finest clothes, I’m still your dirty whore. I denied you the body shot yesterday; today
I’m giving it to you. I also want you to
take me over your knee and spank me. I’m
wearing a thong. All you got to do is unzip the dress. I want you to do it with me still wearing
this.”
Larry looked at the table and
saw that Lauren had replaced the salt packets and tequila. He had to admit, he was turned on but his
face no longer showed disgust but lust.
Lauren turned her back to him and pleaded, “Could you unzip me?”
Larry got up and unzipped her
dress and Lauren pulled the straps down.
Larry commanded, “Lay face down on the bed.”
Lauren obeyed. Larry straddled her right leg and licked her
right butt cheek. He put a shot glass in
her anus and filled it with tequila. He
poured salt onto the moistened area and removed the salt with his tongue. He then grabbed the shot glass in his jaws
and snapped his head back realizing that Lauren was rubbing her leg against
Larry’s crotch back and forth arousing him.
Larry refilled the shot glass and reinserted it where her two butt
cheeks met. He repeated it on the left
side and then slapped his large hands against her butt squeezing hard. He sat on the bed next to her and ordered, “Lay
across my lap”
Lauren shifted and sprawled
herself across his lap. Larry engulfed
her legs in between his and pinned them in place. He raised his right hand and slapped down on
her bottom as hard as he could. Lauren’s
body shuttered and she said, “Thank you sir may I have another?”
Larry obliged and Lauren decried, “I’m sorry
for suggesting I was too good for you, please hit me harder” in a pleading
voice.
Larry stuck her again and Lauren
again egged him on, “All my life, nobody put me in my place, please remind me I
ain’t shit”
Larry slammed his hand down a 4th
time incredulous that she kept asking for it and surprised how much he enjoyed
it. Lauren declared, “I’ve been bad, I
deserve another one.”
The hand came swiftly
reverberating against her skin for the 5th time and she pleaded, “I
took advantage of your charity. Don’t
stop please.”
For a 6th time, her
butt felt the force of a hand and she felt his penis elongate against her
breasts. She smiled at how turned on he
was getting from this and instead of a pleading voice she barked, “Show me that
I’m your bitch”
A 7th time his hand
throttled her in the glutinous maximus and she shrieked, “Establish your
dominance. Come on.”
For the 8th time the
wrath of an open hand collided with her derriere and Lauren cried out, “I’ve
been a bad girl, stop taking it easy on me.”
A 9th blow emulated
from above her sending reverberations from her ass up to her spine. She exclaimed, “Come on daddy, one more
time. Make it count”
For the 10th and
final time Larry’s hand slammed against her buns stinging his hand. Lauren squirmed and Larry let go of her
legs. She sat on his lap inserting his
erect member into her already sore anus penetrating her rectum. She grabbed his arms and wrapped them around
her and placed them on her bare breasts.
Larry squeezed as Lauren gyrated her hips. Semen exploded into her rectal cavity and she
hopped off him. She slipped her arms
through the dress and put it on again.
She showed her flexibility by reaching back and zipping it herself. She then got down on all fours and crawled
around barking. Larry got up and watched
her intriguingly. She crawled to him and
raised her arms against his chest. She
slowly got up and kissed him on the mouth.
He kissed back and they made out passionately as his hands firmly
gripped her butt. She pulled back and
said, “I’m going to get ready for bed.”
She took her phone out and took
a selfie smiling giddily with Larry. She
then removed her shoes for the first time and had Larry unzip her dress and she
changed out of it. She went into the
bathroom and removed her makeup and got ready for bed. Larry removed his cargo shorts and T-shirt
and when Lauren was done, he got ready for bed.
When he came out, Lauren was wearing his T-shirt. He lied next to her and snuggled with her in
the same way he did last time. As he
slept, all he could see was Lauren’s pale butt turn bright red by his
hand. The next day, Lauren neatly folded
her dress and put it in her suitcase.
She put on fresh clothes that she had brought from Ohio and Larry took
her to the airport. Larry noticed her
walking slightly uncomfortably but they didn’t discuss the previous night. She flew back and Lauren used her new found
bait to prowl high end clubs looking for a big whale to bite.
Larry went back to his life and
never reached out to Lauren again. No
matter how much fun he had on these little excursions, he always came to the
same conclusion. He was better off
alone.
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