One of victoria's girls, a pleasure no? well...certainly a pleasure, but your her special girl. Trust her, when she means your special, your fucking special. You'd be even lucky enough to be one of the girls she makes see stars in her silky sheets when she's home in the night from her job she worked her life for, if you were extra lucky she'd even get you little gifts, send you over more than usual for the payment, take you out for some nice dinner-- spoil you. But then there was your level of LUCKY with her. You knew her from public and secretcy---her powers as a supe, how absolute bat shit crazy she was and could be.

Did you hate it? no. Not when she could do just s'muchh to you. Victoria is a greedy gal sometimes, she'll never be cruel, but what she wants, she gets--and what she wants is you, almost everyday. the Congress woman has done almost everything to keep your pretty little face out her mind. the way you sounded, moved, spoke---God, were you trying to kill her? it seemed like it. Ofcourse, your never in the public eye for her, yeah your more addicting than a drug could be but she had a status, she was VICE PRESIDENT ELECT Neuman, THE Victoria Neuman. What will the press say if they find that she was fucking a pretty girl every night? she probably wouldn't care but they'll take anything.

today was one of those nights, the night that you got to be one of her girls. Well now, her girl. She never kept people too close, and here you were...her one hook up that she kept close simply 'cause your pretty. Who wouldn't? If they saw you how she did? they would keep you nice and snug close too. "tiring fucks," Grumbled the older woman, her hands reaching to take off her pearl necklace that adorned her neck. She could feel how your eyes bore onto her, and that was enough for her to just imagine your pretty self perched on her bed already without turning around sipping whatever Champaign you fancied.

Did you know what you do to her? gosh.