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Political Bind
by StealthBinder

“Mr. Johnson, call for you from Mr. Hollister’s office on line one,” his assistant Jane said.

“Hollister? What the devil does he want?”

“Not sure, boss,” she replied across the phone. “My guess is he wants you to concede the election already. Want to be in a meeting?”

“Thanks Jane, but no, I’ll take it.”

Tom Johnson disconnected the intercom and waited a second before picking up the line.

Both he and Hollister were in a bitter fight for the now vacated congressional seat. Mud was flying, but so far, none of it was sticking to Tom. Tom held a slim 4 point lead over Hollister, reversing a 3 point deficit from just two weeks ago, but still too close to call at this point. With less than a month before the election, he was expecting a hard press by Hollister. Tom knew more attack ads would soon be hitting the airwaves and knew he would need to retaliate in kind. Things had gotten ugly in this election, and it was going to get a whole lot worse before it would end.

This was only the next step towards what Hollister hoped would be bigger things and more powerful places. He made his money as a successful and high price trail lawyer but had much bigger plans for himself. With the questionable retirement of current representative, the seat in congress was up for grabs and Hollister was aiming for it. His road map called for a Senate run in 4 or 6 years, then sit for a term or two as setup for the state’s governor or maybe even a run at the White House. Ambitious plans for an ambitious and ruthless man.

Tom Johnson was the only thing standing in his way. Tom wanted more than his state house seat and had a great chance in making it to Washington. The polls were moving in his favor, even though he had less money to spend. Tom also had a solid political record to run on and lots of friends who enthusiastically endorsed him.

Hollister made it clear he was taking no prisoners, even eluding to paying Tom a nice some of cash to forget this run for the federal office. But Hollister’s ideas were bad ones, and Tom knew he could do better. Tom had ambitions too.

Tom clicked the line.

“Tom Johnson.”

“Mister Johnson,” the woman said with an oriental accent. “I calling on behalf of Mister Hollister. He is requesting you to come to his office tonight at 7:00pm to discuss an urgent matter of most importance.”

“I’m sorry. Please tell Mr. Hollister I cannot possibility make it tonight…”

“Mister Hollister say this cannot wait, it is most important for you to meet with him. It is a private matter that the press might find out about.”

“The press?”

“Yes, involving you and your wife.”

This made Tom’s blood run cold. Hollister finally had something on him, and it involved his wife as well. So far, the attacks were against him personally and professionally. Now he was bringing the family into it. Tom had no idea what it could be.

“Listen, you tell that slime bag Hollister….”

“Mister Hollister will explain all to you tonight at 7:00pm. Please be on time,” she said and hung up the phone.

Tom held the phone for a moment before he placed it back in the cradle, thinking the situation over. Hollister was playing for keeps and had found or created some kind of dirt on him or Heather. What it was, he couldn’t fathom. Tom guessed that he was holding it close and didn’t want to use it unless had had no further options. It must be a good one too. So instead of unleashing his attack, full well knowing it would eventually lead back to him, he’d present it in private to convince Tom to drop out of the race to save face and the expense of going public.

Nice.

Tom clicked the intercom.

“Jane, cancel everything after 6:30 tonight.”

“You OK boss?” she asked, knowing who Tom had been talking to.

“Yeah, for the moment at least. Let’s just say I have a new appointment that has come up and I need to push things back till tomorrow.”

Tom was able to push the evening meeting out of his mind for the rest of the afternoon. By 6:15, the budget meeting was over and his top adviser was wrapping up the schedule for the following day. Tom told him where he was going and why he suspected.

“Want me to go with you, make sure you come back alive?”

Tom chuckled as he put on his coat. “Thanks, but no. Too many people already know about it, so my back is covered. But if I’m found floating face down in a river tomorrow, you know who pulled the trigger.” He said as he packed his case. “Besides, I have this to protect me.”

Tom left his office alone and made his was to the downtown offices of James Hollister. Hollister had the top 4 floors of the expensive high rise office building. His personal office and meeting center comprised the entire 22nd floor and had a wonderful panoramic view of entire city. A far cry from Tom’s ground floor suburban office.

Tom was promptly on time, walking off the elevator at 7:00pm. He was expected. The outer office space was the waiting area and led to a glassed in conference room. Everything spoke of good taste. Nice artwork, expensive furniture and a very pretty receptionist.

She was a young Oriental girl, maybe 22 at most, dressed in an expensive tailored blue pinstripe business suit. The skirt was short, showing much of her shapely legs and with a slit that came over half way up her thigh. She had a silky white blouse on that was open enough to hint at her cleavage while tight enough to her accent her ample, perky breasts. She wore black hose and heels that had to at least 5” high.

Her skin was flawless, perfectly clear and smooth. Her dark eyes complimented her small nose and mouth, all forming a very attractive face. Her strait jet black hair fell well behind her back. Even sitting behind her desk, Tom could tell she was rather short, only about 5 feet, but her heels would make her seem much taller. With the cut of her suite, Tom could see she was thin too, especially at the waist, but kind of top heavy. Still, she was a real beauty, one that should be found in advertising or television, not an office lobby.

He also knew right away where he’d see her before.

“Good evening, Mister Johnson,” she said, the voice matching the one from the phone earlier in the afternoon. “Mister Hollister is on a call that running late, but be done soon. Please have a seat. Can I get you something to drink while we wait?”

“Thank you, and no, nothing,” Tom said. He didn’t sit, but casually looked at the artwork. He heard the woman pick up the phone. “Mister Johnson is here. Yes, I bring him in.”

The woman stood, but Tom pretended not to notice.

“Mister Johnson. Mister Hollister will see you now,” she said as she stepped from behind the desk and walked to the heavy double doors leading to the inner office. Even from the back, she had a fantastic figure, able be it a little on the small size. He couldn’t have weighed much more than a 105 pounds soaking wet.

She waited for Tom to walk over. When he was behind her, she first knocked, then opened the door and led them both in, announcing Tom in the process. Tom followed, but holding back for a few steps, making Hollister wait a few seconds longer.

The office was incredible. Rich wood paneling, leather winged chairs, plush carpets and more fine artworks. The office furniture, desk, credenza, conference table and shelves were all dark cherry wood and shined with a polished luster. A muted, large flat panel TV hung on the wall, surrounded by the paneling and tuned to a financial channel. Four leather chairs, two in front of the desk and two before the TV, matched his desk chair, with an even a higher back and wider, just to show who was in charge around here.

Hollister put his paper down and smiled warmly as he stepped around the desk. An actor could not have played the script better.

“Tom, glad you could make it on such a short notice,” he said extending his hand, now going on a first name basis. Hollister must have played ball in collage, for he was a big stocky guy, at least 6’2” with broad shoulder and chest. But his thinning gray hair showed his age, maybe too much and the small belly indicated his playing days were well behind him. But he still had a firm handshake.

“I can’t say I’m happy about it,” Tom replied. “I had to cancel a lot of things for this tonight.”

“I sure you’ll find this time well spent. Can Ti get you something? Brandy? Wine?”

“Ice water will do,” Tom replied, seeing Ti the receptionist was already pouring a drink into a snifter. Tom wanted a clear head and alcohol would only cloud his judgment. He’d have a stiff drink after this was over and a shower to clean the slime off.

With drinks in hand, Ti left the room and closed the door behind her. The two men sat in front of the TV, right where Hollister guided Tom to.

“I’m sorry for the impromptu meeting Tom, but I felt it best if we discussed this matter face to face.” Hollister started.

“I don’t mean to be rude,” Tom said in a very civilized and professional manner. He kept his speech in check for he guessed all conversations in this office were recorded. “But can we get to the matter at hand. I had to make several people very unhappy tonight, especially my wife who I promised I would see well before midnight for once.” Mentioning his wife would help get the balls rolling.

Hollister smiled, figuring Tom had just stepped into it. “I can fully understand that. I can understand that being a problem. Pity you need to leave you pretty wife home alone so much, for you never know what a lonely woman might do when she has so much free time. Certainly something one must consider when running for political office. Did you and wife discuss that before you embarked on this campaign?” he said with a smooth, silky voice. In court, it won him a lot of cases and cash.

“Heather and I discuss many things together,” Tom replied.

“So you believe you and your wife have a strong relationship then?”

“To be all honest with you Mr. Hollister, while we do, it’s none of your business.”

“But to the voters it is, Tom,” he replied

“So are issues and character.” Tom enjoyed getting that jab in.

Hollister smiled. “Yes, character. That brings me to the point of why I asked you to come over tonight. Something has come up that I need to draw your attention to before the press finds out about it. You know how the press is, Tom. They find something titillating, no matter how small or innocent, and use it to tear down and destroy a man.”

“It only destructive if it’s true and provable.”

“In this case, I’m afraid there’s indisputable evidence.”

“And what might that be?” he asked, still holding himself in check. What did Hollister have?

Hollister smiled again. “It would be much easier to show you,” he said as he picked up the remote control for the TV. The screen went black and the word “PLAY” appeared in the upper corner before “MUTE” disappeared.

“You asked me over to watch a movie?”

“In a matter of speaking,” he said. “It’s new, but destined to be a classic. One I’m sure you will find most interesting.”

The picture faded in from gray. What emerged on the screen was the image of a pair of white high heels pressed against one another. It was apparent a woman was wearing them, for they wiggled around a bit. As the camera zoomed out a bit, it became clear what was happening. Her legs were covered in while nylons and pressed against one another as well.

Around the woman’s ankles were several coils of white rope, tied very tightly and cinched in the middle to prevent the roped from slipping and making the ankle bondage tighter. A loop of cord went under her feet in an attempt to prevent the wearer from loosing her shoes while furthering her bondage.

“Sexy shoes, don’t you agree?” Hollister said before sipping his brandy. “Must be murder on a woman when they wear those 5” heels.”

“You called me over to watch a bondage porno movie?” Tom said with a bit more edge than he should have used.

“Yes, to an extent.”

“If you get your jollies from this, fine. I don’t have the time or desire for these kind of games,” Tom said as he began to rise from the leather chair. Hollister put a hand on his to stop him.

“I suggest you make the time. You will understand soon and in turn find this very interesting.”

“Mr. Hollister, my patients is wearing thin,” Tom seated himself again and took a drink of his water. Maybe he should have requested something stronger.

The scene was still on the struggling woman’s feet. The quality of the video was excellent but obvious it was made with a retail video camera. You could hear some soft grunts as the camera finally moved up the woman’s legs. More cords bound her shapely legs, with white ropes tightly tied and cinched above and below the knees. The woman wasn’t turning or moving around, which signaled she was either bound to something to prevent it or was willingly staying in the same spot.

“She has nice legs, don’t you agree?” Hollister said with an oily voice. Tom suspected he was enjoying the video for more than the apparent reason.

As the camera panned up the bound woman’s legs, the viewer realized the woman was not wearing pantyhose but white stockings help up by garter straps. The tan skin of her exposed thighs was highly accented by the bright white of her lingerie. Another rope wrapped around her thighs and must be anchoring her body to a post of some kind. The woman was still struggling valiantly as the camera slowly moved upwards.

When the camera reached her hips, her white satin panties came into view. And so did the very tightly tied crotch rope. The rope disappeared between her legs, pulled tightly between her vaginal lips, pulling her panties inside her as the rope rubbed against her private areas.

“I guess we now know why she squirming so much,” Hollister joked. “That rope must be rubbing against the poor thing and making her quite aroused.”

Tom knew it must be as well, and that it would only torment the woman but provide no sexual relief. Some called it an exciter rope rather then the more common vulgar name, crotch rope.

“Other than displaying a fetish streak in you, is there a point to all this, Hollister?”

“Patience, Tom, patience. All will be reveled soon,” he said. “I think this is having as much of a dramatic effect on you as that special rope is on the poor lady.”

The camera had lingered on her pelvic area for few moments before it continued its trek up her body. Another rope wrapped around the woman’s slender waist and the suspected post. A white corset of satin and lace material appeared, with the garter straps that held up her stocking attached to it.

The camera eventually moved up further and showed the corset had been pulled down. The woman’s exposed breasts came into full view. She was stacked. While a large breasted woman, her knockers were very full and firm. Nothing appeared fake or enhanced about them. Either this was a very young adult that had not been affected by gravity yet or this gal had defied the odds and had kept her breasts well preserved.

“Whoa ho, now that is a nice rack. Makes you just wish you could just reach out and touch them.” Hollister said. It was obvious he was thoroughly enjoying his little commentary on the helpless woman’s body. Tom shot him a cold look.

Ropes were tied above and below her breasts, but they still bobbled and jiggled as she squirmed against her restraints, grunting and moaning but not speaking. The camera lingered on her chest for some time, the highlight of the recording so far, but going no higher than displaying her bare shoulder and the base of her neck.

But the camera did not pan up further. Instead, the scene flipped and the movie switched angles. Now he saw the woman from the side, again starting down at her bound feet and slowly moving upwards, this time not taking nearly as long to cover her restrained form. Along the way, a vibrator had been tied to the crotch rope, furthering the tormenting affect on her body. Yes, she was tied to a round poll, similar to what a stripper might use to dance against. But it was firmly anchored on what appeared to be a basement of a house or in a warehouse.

The camera zoomed into her bound hands, pulled around the poll and crossed at the wrists. A long rope had bound them together and her fluttering finger, nails painted with a glossy bright red polish, could not reach a single cord or knot. Another rope loosely bound her arms at the elbow, which help explain why her breasts were shoved out so prominently. It lingered here, just long enough to get the message across how helpless she was in her bondage. Then it zoomed back to show her figure from her feet to her neck.

“Guess the director wants us to wait to see her face. Makes you wonder who this woman is,” Hollister said, as he refilled her brandy glass. “May I offer you a drink, Tom?”

“No,” was all Tom said.

The camera now had all but the head in the shot as the bound woman struggled in her ropes. It slowly moved behind her, now moving up to her head, catching her curly blond hair and the glimpse of a thick cloth that served as an effective cleave gag. No wonder she only made grunts and groans. Now working to the other side, in a few seconds, the viewers would get to see who she was.

“All this building to the moment of truth. The revelation of who she is. How very exciting,” Hollister seemed gleeful. The camera finally swung around and zoomed in to show her face.

The woman was not so young, about 30 or so, and she was very pretty. Not a single wrinkle was noticeable. She had big brown eyes, accented with pink eye shadow and long black lashes, that looked so innocent and sweet, making you wonder why someone had done all this to her. Her hair was blond and frosted, with big ringlet curls. She had high cheek bones, a small nose and chin. She had full lips painted with bright red lipstick that were held apart by the thick gag. At last, the face was complete.

“No, it can’t be, can it? Why, I do believe, Mr. Johnson, I know who this woman is,” Hollister said with an evil voice. “Am I correct in believing that this poor bound woman, I hate to say, is Heather, your wife?”

Indeed it was Heather. There was no mistake or hiding it. The local press had made a big deal about the attractive wife of the would-be federal congressman. Some even called them the glamour couple.

“It is,” Tom said.

“As I feared,” Hollister said. “I’m sorry I’ve had to show you this. Thus must be breaking your heart.”

Now the camera had Heather’s body in full view. The vibrator’s buzz could clearly be heard as well as Heather’s moans and groans. It was clear all of this was having quite an affect on her. Her nipples were now hard and erect and her muted voice was seductive and sounded more aroused that in distress. He body was not fighting against her rope fetters but rather squirming with sexual excitement

“I am both envious of and sad for you, Tom,” Hollister said. “On the one hand, such a beautiful, sexy wife you have. She looks so sweet and innocent there, almost virginal. But to see here like this must be killing you, knowing she’s doing this with someone.”

“Sure you are. Turn it off, I’ve seen enough,” Tom replied.

“I can understand your pain, Tom, but, sadly, this is only the beginning. There’s much more that you need to see. This scene goes on for several more minutes, but the least I can is skip ahead to the next part, so you can see what else Heather has been doing in your absents.”

The image froze for a second as the DVD skipped to the next mark. When the image faded in again, Heather was free of the poll, but still very tightly tied. She was no longer standing either, but kneeling in front of an empty chair. The ropes that held her to the poll had been removed, but her legs remained tied and the exciter rope and vibrator were still in place. Her arms and wrists were tightly tied behind her back and a new rope wrapped around her body below her breasts pinned her arms against her body. Here she struggled and groaned for a few moments as the camera operator moved around her, shooting her from all sides. Again, her boobs played an important part of the show.

The shot changed, now very steady after being mounted on a stand, but Heather remained in place as someone else entered the scene. This time, a man, but you never saw above his shoulders. He moved behind her and fondled her ample breasts. At first, Heather struggled against him and squealed, fighting against his probing. But the groans turned to moans and she resumed a sultry squirm as he toyed with her healthy chest. She moaned deeply when he rolled her nipples in his fingers. The vibrator worked on her as well, now louder from the faster setting it was running at.

“Mrs. Johnson certainly seems to like the attention she is getting,” Hollister said.

Now the man walked over and sat in the chair, but only after he dropped his pants to the floor and exposed his long, hard rod. Heather squealed as she was pulled down to it, made to rub her face over his cock.

“Quite a tool on this fellow,” Hollister said. “I’m interested to see how Heather handles it.” Tom noticed how he was using names rather than pronouns.

The gag was removed from Heather’s mouth. Before she had a chance to say much more than ‘No’, her head was pushed down onto his lap and his cock plunged into her mouth. He held her there for a moment before Heather gave in to the inevitable and began to blow him.

“Heather seems to be doing quite well, now that she’s into the spirit of things.” Hollister said. Heather moved her head up and down, taking the full length of the man into her mouth over and over. The man held the base of his cock and slowly pumped it with one hand while he kept his other hand on her head, making sure she didn’t move too far off his cock. Her bound body continued to squirm under the assault of the vibrator. The man hardly moved his body during the several minutes leading up to the climax, letting Heather do the work while not revealing who he was. From the sounds of the man’s groans, he was enjoying his blowjob a lot and was about to blow.

“What do you think, will she spit or swallow?” Hollister said. “Will it be different that what she does for you?” It was all Tom could do not to punch the lawyer in the face.

Heather was mouthing him hard, motivated either by desire or the vibrator. The man made a loud groan and bucked his hips upward. The first volley of sperm shot into Heather’s mouth as his orgasm ripped. Heather swallowed it, but managed to pull her mouth off his cock. Several spurts of come shot onto her face and over his own rod before the man pulled her mouth back onto his still spewing rod and made her drink the rest he shot.

“I guess she doesn’t like to swallow,” Hollister said with a grin.

“You comments aren’t needed,” Tom said.

When it was over, Heather was made to clean what she had not caught, except what was still on her face.

“Maybe I’m wrong, she just needs proper motivation,” he said again.

Tom looked over angrily at Hollister, but regained his composer. “Are we done here?”

“Not quite. There’s still a little more to show you,” Hollister said as she pushed a button to jump to the next part.

When the image faded in again, there was a full body shot of Heather. The camera was back in someone’s hands for it was moving around to get many angles of the bound woman.

Heather was standing at one end of a table, her ankles tied to its legs to hold her feet spread wide apart. She was bent at the waist, with her elbows on the table and her wrists tied together. A rope was tied to the other end of the table and to her wrists to keep her from standing up. A gag was back in place, this time a bright white ball gag with black leather straps filled her mouth and kept her quiet.

“I must say your wife as an amazing figure,” Hollister said.

Heather was squirming again and moaning loudly. Her breasts were still exposed and bouncing off the table top. This time, her panties were pulled down to expose her curvaceous behind and the vibrator was inserted deeply into her pussy. It was buzzing loudly, indicating it was on high.

“Whoever has her tied is very creative. And from the looks of it, I think your wife is really enjoying all this.”

It did look that way. When the operator did a close up on Heather’s face, it showed she was relishing the event. She moaned deeply and squirming her body very seductively. She wasn’t fighting the bondage but rather a happy partner in this game.

After several minutes of walking around the bound woman, the new shot was from the mounted camera again. Tom knew whoever the man was he was both the photographer and male participant. The new shot was aimed at her body, showing her entire body from the thighs up. Heather’s head was closet to the camera, but the angle showed her entire body draped over the table.

The man was now playing with her breasts again. Heather was responding with more moans as she enjoyed his fondling. Next, he took her vibrator from her pussy and pushed it against her clit. This drove Heather wild.

“Ah, I think Heather is about to get what she really wants,” Hollister said.

Tom could tell his wife was building up to an orgasm. She must have been very excited for the climax came on quick. She screamed into the ball gag and her entire body shook and thrashed against her bondage as the orgasm burst over her. It seemed to go on for quite some time, letting out all her pent up sexual energy that had built up over the course of video.

“Your wife’s a loud one. I can see why he had her gagged.”

When the orgasm faded, Heather dropped onto the table spent. The man pulled the vibrator away and the scene faded.

“Time for the grand finally,” Hollister said.

Then the shot faded in Heather was still tied the same way, on the camera angle changed. This time, it was from the side, showing her entire bound body. Her panties were gone entirely, so he must have removed them and tied her once more. She was struggling again, apparently renewed and recovered from the prior orgasm.

The man entered the scene. This time, he was naked. He had a good body, not the body of a 20 year old, but free of fat belly and extra flab. And his cock was rock solid again. He stood behind Heather and rubbed his manhood over her ass.

“The tension builds,” Hollister said. “When will he plunge himself into Heather?”

Heather was very turned on by all this. Tom had seen her like this before. When foreplay lasted a long time, Heather could become so aroused and horny, she could hardy contain her excitement. The ropes were doing a good job of that.

At last, when the man could no longer stand it, he guided his cock to her pussy entrance and slipped into her with a loud spam of his hips crashing against her ass.

“At last,” Hollister said.

The man wasn’t making love to Heather, he was fucking her. He bent over and took hold of Heather breasts, using them as handles to help thrust into her. Again, the camera angle did not show the man’s face.

Within a few moments, Heather groaned loudly as a new orgasm rocked her bound body. She shook over and over and moaned deeply. The man never lost a beat as he continued to relentlessly screw Tom’s restrained wife.

“Multi-orgasmic. Very fortunate for you and her.”

After a long, intense screwing, the man took hold of Heather’s hips and rammed even harder. From the sounds he made, he was close to his own orgasm. Heather was moaning too, enjoying the humping she was involuntarily receiving. When he could hold back no longer, the man pulled his cock out of Heather and stroked it furiously. He shot his load onto Heather’s back and ass, later resting his spewing cock between her ass cheeks as the come erupted from his rod and spilled all over Heather. Considering he shot a load into Heather’s mouth some time prior, he still had quite of big load to shot onto her now.

He used his cock to rub the come over Heather’s skin, just to add a bit more insult to the scene. At last, he withdrew and the scene lingered on Heather, quietly whimpering in contentment, now that the sex was over.

The scene faded and new one came up. This time, a close up of Heather’s face, still tied to the table but free of the gag that sat on the table next to her.

“Thanks for a wonderful evening,” she said with a smile before she closed her eyes in contentment. The video ended.

“My apologies to make you suffer through that entire video, Tom.” Hollister said as he took the DVD from the player. “But I though it best that you should see it all and know what your lovely wife has been doing in her spare time. I’ve made this copy for you, so you can show it to Heather when you confront her.” Hollister set the DVD on the table next to Tom. He then walked over to his desk and sat behind in the expensive chair. He took his position of power and waited for Tom to make the next move.

Tom sat quietly for a moment before he picked up the disk. He went over to his own briefcase and dropped it in.

“May I ask how this came into your possession?” Tom asked.

“It was sent to us anonymously a few days ago. I do not know its source. Perhaps the man in the video sent it himself, an enemy of yours, perchance. We all have them and they find the best opportunities to destroy us, it seems.”

“And you have no clue who the guy on the recording is?”

“I have no idea. Almost seems professionally done. Perhaps it was intended to be. Seems he took great pains to remain anonymous but focuses squarely on your wife and the action.”

“So it seems,” Tom replied.

“So the question is,” Hollister said, “what to do about this? I mean, if the press would get their hands on it, it would be like sharks smelling blood in the water. Believe me, you don’t want that. They would be relentless in taking you down. Then, before you know it, the national media’s all over it and the video somehow makes it way onto the Internet, destroying any political aspirations you ever had. Think of the embarrassment it would bring to you and your family.”

“I see you’re point,” Tom said, still holding his professional demeanor.

“So, what do you suggest?” Tom asked.

“Well, from a personal perspective, that is between you and your wife. You two have some troubling issues to work through.”

“We do?”

To Hollister’s surprise, Tom Johnson seemed far from upset or angry. For the first time all evening, James Hollister was not the cocky, arrogant person he should be at this moment.

“I believe so. This campaign must be stressful on you both. Perhaps you need to spend more time with her, make sure she doesn’t stray again, getting into more trouble. You must make time for you family. But that’s just my thoughts.”

“So, you’re recommending I drop out of the race, for ‘personal reasons’ say, tomorrow.”

“That would be wise, Tom. The press would have no reason to find or use this against you. And then you can work on your family life and restore your marriage. And maybe someday run for another office.”

Tom like the ‘another office’ suggestion. It added a nice touch.

“Well that would make sense, I reason,” Tom said as he turned away. “Except, there’s no real need to do it.”

Hollister was shocked to hear this.

“No reason? Have you lost your senses man? I just showed you the reason!” Hollister said with his voice raising.

“Yes, you showed me your little blackmail video.” Tom replied calmly. “It could have been very effective, except there’s a serious flaw in your perfect little scheme.”

“Oh, and just what might that be?”

“You said you don’t know who the guy is, correct.”

“Correct.”

“I do,” Tom said with a smile. “It was me.”

“You?”

Tom nodded.

“Impossible,” Hollister said.

Tom grinned. “Heather and I made that a few years ago, when we first married. In fact, the lingerie she was wearing she first wore on our wedding night. It was Heather’s idea to make the video and she came up with the whole premise. The whole thing was made at my business, in the warehouse on a Sunday afternoon.”

“You’re making that up!”

“Hardly. What you have is the edited version. I can produce the raw video clips as proof, those where I appear in the video. The only question is where did you get it from? I’m suspecting the break in we had a month ago would have something to do with it.”

“I have nothing to do with that!”

“I’m sure you don’t,” Tom replied, still suspecting the conversation was being recorded.

“Even if what you say is true, the press will still eat you alive when they see it. You’re still dead meat in this race,” Hollister added.

“For what? For my wife and I having a great, all be it kinky sex life? Heather will swear she fully consented and was enthused about doing it. We’ve made others that prove it. If the press asks, I just admit to the video and laugh about it, joking that we better keep a lock on our camera. Might even garner me a few extra votes along the way.” Tom grinned

Tom turned serious. “Then, I’ll request the election board make a formal inquiry into who provide you the disk and ask the DA for a criminal investigation into the whole matter, along with the break in. How many votes with that garner you, Mr. Hollister?”

“Nothing will be linked back to me, I assure you.”

“Maybe not, but the damage will be done and you’ll be the looser, I assure you. Your reputation will tarnish and the voters will naturally suspect your involvement.” Tom replied as he reached into his case.

“You think so, do you?”

“I do. Then, with all that swirling around, the press will receive another little anonymous DVD, only this time, the subject will be of the apposing candidate in a very shameful situation.” He said as dropped a DVD case onto Hollister’s desk.

Hollister recoiled from the case. “What is this?” he asked, his voice cracking.

“Just a little something that was sent to my office a while ago. Seems someone else is an amateur film maker, but it’s not nearly a good quality as the one you had. Only one angle, but the sound is very clear. I’m thinking maybe it was made from a hidden camera with a remote microphone. I must give you credit, Mr. Hollister, you’re an amazing man, able to pleasure two young women at once. But I do have one question. I see your wife was absent from this. I realize the one girl was Ti your receptionist out there, but who was the other? Her sister, maybe a twin, or was it just another oriental beauty that looks amazingly like Ti, someone from your staff or at your home? Both are very beautiful and how limber are. They look amazing in their stocking and heels. This would sell a million copies at the porn shops. Think of what the feminist groups would do if they saw you shagging those on your own staff. At least I made mine with my wife. And your wife, what would she do when she saw this?”

Hollister was mortified, his perfect plan was backfiring. “And you’re planning to use this?” He managed to remain calm in his speech.

“No, I’m not. I have no desire to have this shown, wanting our race to focus on policy and issues, keeping personal destruction out of the picture. But I kept it in case you tired to pull something underhanded on me, like this.”

“And now?”

“As long as one doesn’t make it to the light of day, they both stay under wraps,” Tom said. “Do we understand each other?”

“Understood,” Hollister said almost too fast. He had no choice and needed to do damage control. More was at stake with this than the assembly seat.

The conversation was over. Tom gathered up his things and headed for the door. He stopped and turned back to Hollister, still seated at his desk and staring at the DVD.

“Thank you, Mr. Hollister for an enjoyable evening. I’d forgotten how much my wife and I enjoyed making that video.” He left adding insult to injury.

The receptionist was still there, looking very fresh and pleasant. She must be waiting for Hollister to leave, maybe going with him. Tom anticipated Hollister had plans to celebrate his victory this evening and Ti was likely going to be part of the celebration. Tom suspected that either she or her video friend were the ones who sent him the DVD. He stopped at her desk and leaned in close.

“You’re very photogenic, Ti,” he said. “Maybe you should consider a career change, like you and your friend going into modeling or something.” Her intercom buzzed at that moment. “I think you’re going to need fresh employment anyways. I hope see you in legitimate and honest employment soon.”

“Perhaps I come to you for job soon,” she replied knowing what he was saying. She had wondered if he made the connection when he arrived that evening.

“Only for honest employment,” he said before he walked over and called for the elevator.

Tom called his wife from the car, fulfilling his promise to arrive home earlier than usual. He was greeted by his bride dressed in a sexy little red teddy and red spiked heels.

“You know, I was thinking,” he said as they enjoyed the afterglow of an evening of passion. “We should make another video some time.”

“That sounds like fun,” she said as she perked off his chest. “I’m sure I could up with a few ideas and write a screen play. I have some pretty new lingerie and heels to wear. Do you mind taking on the roles of bondage master, photographer and male lead again?”

“I never minded before, have I? I think I’m up for the challenge.”

She took hold of his manhood, already swelling at the thoughts of pleasures to come. “I think you are,” she said as she slowly stroked him, getting him primed for Round 2. “Think we’ll have the chance to do those kinds of things in Washington some day?”

“I’m almost positive we will be finding out very soon,” he said as he pulled his wife up to him. “Did I ever mention that you’re my favorite movie star?”

“Well then, Mr. Director, we better practice our big climatic scene,” Heather said as she crawled on top him and slid herself over his restored manhood. “Action!”

The End

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