The Arrangement (unenhanced Edition) by AnnaRCase (books to read now .txt) 📖

It took Amberleigh about twenty minutes to slip into her costume, freshen up, touch up her makeup, and gather her toys. When she was a good as she was ever going to get with the face God had given her –by way of a drug addicted mother with meth sores who fucked her dealer and got knocked up – she strutted down to the Senator’s private suite with her baton in hand. She pounded on the door loudly.

The senator didn’t even open his own door. He had a personal assistant for that. But she could work with this. She had to stay in character after all. She slapped the baton against her palm as she spoke to the bored looking twenty-something dark-haired man at the door.

“I’m here about a noise complaint against Senator Berkshire.”

The assistant didn’t speak, but simply opened the door wider to allow her to enter. He exited the door and closed it behind him. Amberleigh made a great show of sauntering across the room and checking her surroundings. It was fancy digs of course. A mirrored wall by a bed the size of a soccer field. A massive fireplace, ugly ass orange couches, heated bamboo floors, expensive art which looked like a unsupervised preschooler did it, a hot tub big enough for a ten person orgy, oh and the platform with the pole, chains mounted to the wall and hanging from the ceiling, and a sex swing.

The man himself sat in an armchair nursing a brown, alcoholic beverage and looking like a king of  an communist country. His salt and pepper hair was in an expensive cut, his facial hair groomed meretriciously, manicured nails, whitened teeth, forehead that didn’t move when he smiled, the whole nine yards.

“I’ve had a complaint about excessive noise Senator. It seems you’ve been a bad boy.”

Amberleigh stroked her baton up and down. The senator’s mouth upturned and he eyed her hungrily as he finished off his drink. Then he rose to his full height as she approached. He liked to look down upon people, but in this room, she was in control. She had lots of stuff planned for the bad boy.

“I have been bad. The worst,” he challenged.

“Bad boys get punished Senator. But first I need to pat you down. To see what you are hiding in that big package you have stashed between your legs. Hands against the wall.”

“I got a license to carry officer.”

The Senator loosed his tie and grinned like a guilty school boy as he assumed the position. Amberleigh caught her reflection in the mirrored wall. Her tight blue skirt didn’t quite cover all of her ass, the black corset made her breasts pop nearly out and gave them an extra boost, the matching blue shirt was unbuttoned halfway down, Officer Shag was stitched on the front lapel, and a blue hat was perched upon her head. Around her waist was her utility belt full of toys.

She made slow and tantalizing work of patting the senator down, first over his clothes, then beneath them. She could already feel his arousal. She made several passes between his leg, and made a very thorough search there.

“I’m going to need you to take your clothes off senator. I think a strip search is in order.”

“Whatever you say officer.”

The senator removed his clothes slowly, piece by expensive piece until he was down to nothing but a pair of white, cotton boxer shorts. She licked her lips and stroked her baton as she watched him undress. Guys went crazy over that sort of shit.

She raised her voice and widened her stance, “I said all your clothes off! Now. Are you resisting an order from an officer of the law senator?”

“No Officer. Right away.”

He slipped his boxers off and the cotton hit the floor. Amberleigh eyed his package and fanned herself. For a moment she pretended to be speechless. But truth be told, the senators' hard dick was just average. Nothing to sing songs about or start wars over or anything. But maybe he knew how to use it properly which could help make up for its shortcomings.

“Senator, you do not have an adequate license to pack so much heat. I’m going to need to take you in. Hands behind your back. Resist me and you will be punished.”

The senator didn’t right away listen to her commands. So she was forced to get a bit rough and shove him down onto the couch. He was certainly resisting arrest, so Amberleigh pulled out her baton and gave him a whack on his ass. Not hard enough to bruise, but enough for a red welt to appear as she attempted to cuff him. He moaned.

“Stop resisting senator!”

She pulled his arms roughly behind his back and put the handcuffs around his wrists. She helped him to his feet then ran her hands along his naked body. Satisfied he had no contraband, she placed him upon the couch. She bit her lip and ran her baton down across her chest and lower down her body. The senators’ eyes watched the baton’s whole desent downwards then back up again. His cock was bulging and leaking.

When she brought the baton back up her body, this time she sucked the end of it into her mouth. In and out she sucked and stoked the baton. The senator was fidgety, his breathing growing more ragged.  Amberleigh next drug the baton down her body and slip it up under the thin fabric of her skirt, rubbing it against her engorged folds. The senator was practically salivating now.

She moaned as she pleasured herself until she was nice and wet. Then she sat upon the coffee table and spread her legs open so he could watch. He was on the edge of the couch now. She freed her breasts from the fabric and began to play with her hardened nipples.

“I may be willing to let you off the hook just this once senator. But I could get in real trouble for this. So you have to make it worth my while.”