He lays his hands on my hips, sliding one down to my ass and squeezing my cheeks, and then he leans into me. My eyelids droop as his mouth comes for mine, and I flatten the palm of my hand over his crotch, feeling his hard cock underneath his pants.
“AMY! Jesus Christ, have some decency!” I hear a woman’s voice cutting through the fog of my mind, and my pussy dries up in a fraction of a second. That woman’s voice, you know to whom it belongs? My mom, Katherine Meelios. Yeah, thanks Mom, I really needed for you to barge in here when I’m about to have some fun.
I pull back from Justin (who’s now looking from me to my mom with a scared expression on his face), and place my hands on my hips. “Haven’t you ever learned to knock? This is my office, you know?” I tell my mother, tapping my foot on the floor.
She’s standing by the doorway, her hand still on the door’s handle, and her lips are tightly pursed in a disapproving expression.
“You’re my daughter,” she simply says, walking inside my office and turning her attention toward Justin. “Out,” she tells him drily, and he just scurries away like a frightened mouse. Yeah, my mother has that effect on people.
“What the hell do you want?” I ask her, still pissed off that she had the audacity to storm inside my office like that. I mean, it’s my lunch break, and I was about to have some much needed fun. It should be illegal to ruin moments like these.
“I want you to turn on the TV,” she tells me, and her harsh tone of voice tells me that something’s coming.
And, whatever it is, it isn’t good.
4
Parker
The weather couldn't be any fucking nicer if it tried to suck my cock.
What the fuck. That makes no fucking sense at all.
I don’t even know why I said that. Am I really that nervous about this shit?
It’s like sometimes I don’t have control over what I say, ya know? Like some giant hand is writing this shit out somewhere and I have no control over what I say and do.
That’s not what today is all about though.
The sun's out, there's a gentle breeze, and it's a clear, bright day. The sky is a perfect shade of blue. Traffic seems to almost float by. Even the pigeons look fucking happy, gliding, and pecking, and cooing, and the trees look greener than normal.
Good.
Everything's going as planned.
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I have total control here.
Carpe diem. I'm seizing the fucking day.
I look over at the podium placed in front of City Hall. The building stands tall and stoic.
The stage is set. In a few minutes, I'm going to stand in front of that podium, speak into the microphone, and unveil a secret to the citizens of New York City: I'm running for the U.S. Senate.
I straighten my yellow tie (the color of power, I've been told) and smooth the lapels of my suit jacket. Here's my chance.
I walk over to the podium, and watch as a crowd gathers.
Men, women, and entire families—I even see babies sucking on their toes in strollers. Even kids skipping school to play witness to this moment.
I clear my throat. "Thank you all for gathering here today," I start, and already I hear a smattering of claps, and whistles.
"We love you Parker!" one woman yells out, and I wave to the anonymous woman in the crowd, smiling.
"I'm sure it's no surprise to any of you that I've been in the tabloids quite a bit as of late."
I hear more shouts from the crowd. "You can say that again!" another woman yells. I hear some laughs.
And I continue, "But I just want to make one thing clear. I don't give a fuck about what the media thinks about me. None. They can all say what they want. But we all know that I get results for this city! I put my money where my mouth is."
I hear clapping erupt across the crowd. "You tell 'em Parker!"
I continue, "The only people I care about are you—the hardworking citizens of New York City. And I think that's been apparent in my work as your Mayor."
I look out at the sea of smiling faces, and the clapping. I look at the serious nods of approval.
"What once was a city of crime, is now a place that," and I pause, holding the gaze of various women in the audience, "women can walk safely down the street at night. Safety is not a privilege, it's a right, and I'm proud to say that I've lowered crime across this city that we call home."
More cheers and claps emerge from the crowd.
"But let's not stop there," I smile, holding a dramatic pause. "I've brought back jobs to this magnificent city—including new construction. Not only have I brought new jobs, but a new infrastructure for us as well."
The crowd is growing increasingly loud, shouting their approval, and I'm on a fucking roll.