I stiffen suddenly as I feel his hand drop to my thigh beneath the table, and my eyes shoot to his face, which is of course, totally impassive as he smiles at the news anchor.
“Right, but you do work for Archer Ho-”
“I do, but my personal involvement with Ms. Archer’s campaign -” his hand slides up my thigh, and I’m scrambling to thrust my own hands beneath the table as well as unassumingly as I can to stop him. “- is totally separate from what I do with William Archer’s company.”
His hand pushes my own away easily, and then I’m struggling to swallow and keep my face neutral as I feel his fingers slide over the lips of my pussy.
Yeah, when exactly did I think it was a good move to go on live televisions with this man?
“So, Ms. Archer-”
I cough as Hudson’s fingers slip between my dripping wet lips, and Amy looks at me quizzically.
“Sorry, Amy, I was just going to say that you can really just call me Reagan.” I smile at her innocently. “I think we’re on a first name basis here aren’t we?” She laughs along with the audience, and I turn my grinning face towards Hudson, who’s just sitting there grinning at me like the cat with the canary.
Only in this case, it’s his fingers and my pussy.
“Well, you know lots of people associate you with your father because of your last name, but I hope I’m not the first one to make a political reference about your first name!” Amy chuckles. Yeah, yet another joke I’ve only heard about eight-million times since I started politics.
“So anyways Reagan, why don’t you tell us a bit more about what it feels like to be the media sensation you’ve become since announcing your candidacy? I mean - and no offense meant here - State Senate races are rarely given the amount of limelight you’ve manages to shine onto the New York state primaries.”
“Oh, no offense taken Amy, you see-”
Hudson clears his throat. “If I could just insert something here, Amy.” I groan and grab the edge of the desk with white knuckles as I feel Hudson push two of his finger into my opening, sliding them deep inside of me. I glare up at him, but he’s still mugging for the camera.
“I think Reagan’s strong suit is her ability to galvanize people and get them to pay attention. It’s all about rubbing people the right way.” I swallow my gasp as his thumb begins to roll over my aching clit, sending electric shocks through my whole body right there on live television.
I decide right there that if I somehow make it off this stage, I’m going to murder him.
The interview continues, and somehow I find myself on autopilot. Answering Amy’s questions with answers that just sort of come to me while I sit there smiling at the cameras like a robot as Hudson’s magic fingers coax me higher and higher, until I’m terrified that I’m going to come right here on live television and give the whole fucking thing away.
But then, the interview is over, and everyone is cheering at my apparently winning answers, and it’s right there, in the midst of everything clapping and cheering, that Hudson manages to completely push me over the edge of my climax.
I cry out, but it just looks like I’m shouting my exuberance to my adoring voter base, instead of what it is I’m actually doing, which is having a fucking orgasm on live Goddamn TV.
“I am going to kill you!” I hiss into his ear as we stand after it’s over, smoothing my skirt down and trying to find my breath.
“Bring it, Red.” He grins, winking at me.
Amy shakes my hand, and mercifully not Hudson’s, before he’s leading me out the stage door to the side parking lot.
“What the fuck was that?” Donald is standing there waiting for us just outside with his arms crossed over his chubby chest and his face looking furious.
“Uh, excuse me?” My voice falters as I suddenly have a horrible thought that he knows what Hudson was doing to me up there during the interview.
“What happened to sticking to the Goddamned SCRIPT, Reagan!” Donald honestly looks furious, and I’m suddenly realizing that I never glanced down at his list of canned answers once during the whole thing. I did the whole interview off-the-cuff while Hudson was driving me wild. Probably giving the answers I wanted to give instead of the boring, middle-of-the-road ones he wanted me to say.
“I- I don’t now, it just felt natural to say what I wanted to say, Donald.”
Hudson is tugging me away towards his car, and Donald is sputtering as he trails after us.“Where the hell do you think you’re going? Uh, excuse me, Hudson, I’m not done with my fucking candidate yet!”
We’re at his car, and Hudson suddenly whirls on Donald. “Yes, you are.” He says, his voice deep and leaden as he stares down my campaign manager. He turns to me as he opens the passenger door. “Hop in, Senator.”