It’s Not Always What it Seems

“My God, Aaron, I swear you’ve got the hottest Congressional Aides on the hill.” Gerald R. Clangerman, Chairman of the Board and CEO of the largest oil fracking company in the United States was speaking. We’d done the smile and shake hands routine for the media at the office, and then we’d picked up Clangerman and two other oil men, one from Texas and the other from Oklahoma. That Clangerman’s company was the “behind the scenes” company that kept all the others in business, very few knew.

“They are some comely fillies, aren’t they?” Jacobson said, as we were walking up the drive on the front path of his Virginia mansion, speaking Clangerman’s equestrian language. As the path stepped away from the drive, I slid in behind them.

“I especially like that Stephanie, she’s gorgeous. I’d love to have a filly like her in my stable.”

“She my top aide,” Jacobson answered with a laugh, “I doubt that you could handle her.”

“With her on top, would I have to?” I gritted my teeth.

“I wouldn’t mind having some horses,” I said, playing that I didn’t have a clue what they were talking about. “You know, my sister worked for the Senator? She was the young woman that died a couple of months ago. I didn’t even know she’d gone to work for the Senator, but he’s really shown what a great legislator he is, the way he’s stepped up and gone out of the way to provide a decent resting place for her.” It made me look like a bumpkin fool, but at least it shut the CEO up about wanting to bang Stephanie.

Three hours later, I was able to beg my excuses and leave. Except for shaking the Senator’s hand for the media, and the one comment that had shut up Clangerman which I’d almost immediately regretted, I’d really done nothing to make myself memorable in the Senator’s eyes. It had been a necessary risk, I’d needed access to the Senator’s fortress, and all that I’d really come for I’d accomplished. There had been several blind spots, meaning that’s where the important things that he didn’t want to have seen were, and knowing where his cameras were, with Larry being able to edit and delete at will, it was easy to put cameras where we wanted without being seen – or at least that’s what the recordings showed. When we visited his office, a squirt recorder was easily set, and instantly started recording anything and everything, undetectable and just passively storing everything until we triggered the squirt download. Theoretically it was vulnerable for the few seconds that the download took place, but knowing intimately what the Senators own devices and inept personnel were capable of, made it virtually fool proof. At least it would be for as long as we needed.

The most important part of the charade happened virtually when I walked in the door of the Senators office. I had given small individual boxes of Whitman’s chocolates to each of the girls, buried in the bottom of the two for Cassandra and Stephanie, precise instructions for how we were going to meet. Not able to use any electronic communication, I had to meet them in person to say how things were changing. “Now take those home, don’t open them here,” I’d told them all, “otherwise you’ll end up sharing what I know you really don’t want to share. Go ahead, be stingy for once!” Stephanie had been about to open her box anyway, and I reached out to her hand. “Seriously, those are personal candies for you, not everyone. Take them home and enjoy them there.” I slightly moved my head to one side and back, half of a “no” head shake, and she got it. “You too, what’s your name? Cassandra?” I said, but she wasn’t opening the box, but about to put it on her desk. “Put that in your purse and take it home. This one,” I said, reaching into my brief bag and pulling out the medium sized box, “is for the entire office to share.” I’d already opened the plastic wrap, easily lifted the top and offered chocolates all around. “Got it?” I asked, as Stephanie lifted a piece out of the box.

“I think so,” she said, her voice saying she wasn’t convinced but had an inkling.

“Those are my favorites, Nougat’s and Chews,” I said indicating the small box in her hand, “You never know exactly what you’re going to get, although there is a card with the instructions in the bottom of the box, telling you exactly what is what, but I think that’s cheating. You should just take what you get and read the instructions later. Otherwise there might be something really good that you’d have never tried.”

“Ah, got it.” Stephanie said, and I turned away.

“Got a thing for her?” Larry asked as I watched Stephanie fucking Clangerman. I felt the ire rising in me as we watched. The interaction with him, supposedly just a John, was virtually the same as it had been with me. She’d been wearing business professional at work and hadn’t changed for dinner. The white blouse was virtually identical, or perhaps it was, making her tryst with Clangerman similar to our tryst just a few weeks before. I watched as Clangerman unbuttoned her blouse, and then just as I had, pulled her bra cups down exposing her gorgeous breasts. When he leaned forward and sucked a nipple, exactly as I had, I wanted to reach through the screen and strangle him. Moments later I watched as Stephanie, now naked, slipped a condom onto Clangerman and mounted up. I could tell she was wet the way she easily slipped his cock inside her, and wondered when she’d actually applied the lube. I took solace in that she wasn’t asking Clangerman to provide a VD test so she could take him bareback, but on the other hand, the video we were watching could just as well have been her and me.

It was just as we’d surmised, Jacobson had automatic monitoring in every room except his own bedroom and his office, including multiple hidden cameras in every bedroom. Examining of digital records found recordings in his office, but rather than automatic, they were triggered by hand, he only recorded what he wanted to record, and nothing that implicated him or made him look bad. That wouldn’t do for us, we needed recordings of what we wanted, not of what he wanted, which is why I had to access his office.

At the same time, we could see Steph’s tryst with Clangerman being recorded, we could also see that that someone in the security office was watching. Although all were recorded, when she was sucking his cock, the side view became active. I saw her install the condom and then tantalize his cock. When she got sideways on the bed, the end view became active. Someone’s personalized porn show.

I can’t say as I’d ever watched someone that had slept with me fucking someone else. That this tryst was so much like ours, kept ringing through my mind. But the request that I get checked, that she indicated she wore condoms with clients but not with lovers, and that she didn’t want me to be a client, also kept ringing through my mind. I realized I was getting quite attached to her.

“Ah…” I answered, trying to pass on my attraction to her, “she’s a pro, she knew what she was getting into.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t have a thing for her. She sure is pretty.”

“Yeah, she is,” I admitted, poking the button on the computer to swap cameras. I found Maggie in one room on her back, a fat and naked ass of someone unknown from this angle fucking her with her face plainly visible. As I watched, her shoulders arched back, her hip plainly pushed up and quite audibly, she came. I had no doubt that she hadn’t feigned it, it was indeed a real orgasm. I giggled, and shook my head.

“What’s so funny?”

“She went to school with Cassandra, graduated Magna Cum Laude. Cassie says her nickname in school was Maggie Cum Loudly. I guess we know why.”

I reached over and toggled the display to Casandra, in another room, sucking a cock. That “John’s” face was clearly visible, his hand on the back of her head holding her to his prick. There wasn’t anything we could learn by watching, I told Larry I’d see him in the morning and left.

I momentarily wondered if Larry would continue to watch for a little personal titillation, wondering if he did who might tickle his fancy? Stephanie, fucking Clangerman? Cassandra who had been sucking “her” client’s cock when I’d seen it, or perhaps it was Maggie? We’d had the least interaction with her, but the thought that rang through my head was I hope he’s not jacking off watching Stephanie, and I realized that even though she was a self-professed pro, I really did have a bit of a thing for her. I knew that Larry seldom watched porn from his own computers, as he said, so many porn sites had very inferior security set-ups, and were the major source of internet security intrusions, but I also knew he was a heterosexual man who enjoyed beautiful women; there were a couple of times over the years where we’d visited strip bars together. He was especially careful about work computers, we’d had several “clean-up” jobs for important or wealthy clients after the Ashley Madison security debacle of a few years back, so I knew when he did look at porn on-line he did it from only one computer, and used aliases and log-ins that weren’t traceable back to the company.

~

“We’ll need the bank accounts in the same banks to start with. After we’ve transferred funds to our accounts, we’ll transfer them right back out, and then we’ll delete the accounts. It’s all electronic, once he agrees, we can initiate in-house transfers that take milli-seconds, and then we’ll get out-house transfers that take just seconds. I know exactly how he does this, hiding all the to and from information so within moments, all the money and the records are permanently gone.” Cassandra was doing the talking. Her background was business, but her ‘catch’ had been that she was a stripper. She’d been a stripper, but had performed at high-priced private affairs, where she’d been seen and recruited by Jacobson. It didn’t matter to him that she was lesbian, just like Stephanie, she was now trapped. But knowing what she was looking at, she had witnessed and taken notes on everything for quite some time. She’d seen and recorded every bank, every transaction, and knew exactly where all his money was stored. More importantly, she learned how to watch and monitor his offshore accounts.

We were already on the third $20,000 dollar expenditure from the girls, Stephanie had provided $40k and Cassandra another $20k. With all my accessible savings spent, we were now going to exceed a hundred thousand spent, and we weren’t even paying for labor. Larry had shown us all the monitoring he’d set up, a whole bank of computers, a dozen monitors live all the time. He was, without a doubt, the most technically savvy person I knew. He was when we met, and he was when I fired him from the company we both worked for, and he was the following day when I’d hired him for my own company, my first employee. That first few months had blown through every penny I had saved but, by the time three months had gone by, income was exceeding outgo, but still — we hadn’t made all that much money in the ensuing years. Personal and on-line security is one of those things that everybody denies they need until they get hit with ransomware, a fraudulent lawsuit, their bank account emptied, or so many other scams that a security consultant could have prevented.

Once he obtained a foothold into the Senators “security” he said it was almost easy for him to passively track and trace the incoming feeds and decipher what he was watching. That Casandra and Stephanie’s apartment, both front and back, were under camera scrutiny was easy to pinpoint, and with just a little research he identified a basement entrance, not normally used. By walking a precise path, if needed, Stephanie and Casandra were able to now come and go without Jacobson being the wiser. They were advised to never leave from that door without returning through that door; going in the front or back when they were already supposed to be ‘in’ would almost certainly raise flags, if and when they ever came under suspicion. The path that avoided surveillance was carefully noted and reviewed, and they knew to never stray from that path. We had no doubt that eventually that suspicion would become real, although we weren’t planning on being around to be caught as the money that we were talking about was truly life changing.

That meeting was the first of many, the planning for the blackmail as important as the act. The next step for Larry was the infiltration of the Hotel Security system, as well as installation of a few more cameras to our liking. The Hotel was even easier than the Senators security. As he said, it was so easy that he had to wonder, did anyone really take security into account? Or did everyone just “talk the talk” and ignore it? It certainly seemed that burying one’s head in the sand and ignoring even rudimentary security steps was the norm everywhere.

Larry had remote access of the Hotel Security almost from the start. They had entrusted their security cameras and monitoring to a remote security firm that accessed and recorded everything via the internet, but seldom looked at anything live. Larry pulled up a picture of an empty hallway, complete with live time count, and showed it to us. When Stephanie said, “So? What are we looking at?” he flipped a switch and suddenly the hall had multiple people. “This is live,” he said, and then toggled the switch, “but this is what I am sending them to be recorded. Nothing they have will ever show our intrusions.” It wasn’t that we were changing their records after they were made, what they were recording was no longer real — unless we made it real.

The recordings in the Senators suite were actually more difficult to spoof, and although Larry didn’t necessarily want them to be tampered with permanently, he needed them to show nothing while he was setting up our recorders. At the same time that he had accessed the Senators monitoring and placed bogus views in place so he could access the room unbothered, he also found and edited the cameras monitoring Steph and Cassandra’s apartment. As he said, it wasn’t that he was editing the actual recording, he was replacing the recordings. The time tags were identical, there would be no electronic evidence that the recordings had ever been changed. The audio recording of when I’d swept and found the audio bug, dropping it and stepping on it, became with the help of a couple of willing ladies and their voices just a ‘housekeeping’ accident. Just as with the Senators house however, we installed a couple of cameras and listening devices of our own to monitor their apartment when they weren’t there, just in case someone else decided to add to or replace their apartment snoops.

“Do you want to come over?” Stephanie whispered into my ear toward the end of the meeting.

“To your place?”

“Now that we know how to get out without being seen… doesn’t that mean you can get in without being seen?” She ran her hand up across my chest, I had no doubt as to what she really meant.

There was no doubt in my mind that we were both horny. I’d done as she requested, getting a clean bill of health a few days after our first visit. “Did you see the doc?” she asked when I indicated I would like to visit; my nod of affirmative met with her, “me too.” She had previously told me that she and all the girls got STD tests after every “business entertainment” session, at the insistence of Senator Asshole, so that was nothing new. He could easily ‘farm out’ his girls to his accomplices in crime, but if they had passed on some sexually transmitted disease, that could have disastrous repercussions, so he always insisted they get tested after a tryst.

“Go ahead you two,” Cassandra said as we finished dinner. She giggled, “you’ve obviously got the hots for each other, I’ll clean up.”

There was no argument or suggestion of anything else from Stephanie. She just stood up, reaching for my hand, and walked into the living room. It wasn’t like we were out of sight; every time Cassandra came to the kitchen door; she could see us. The dining room was separated from the living room by a wall however, so as she was cleaning the table or in the kitchen, mostly she was out of sight.

Stephanie pulled me onto the couch with her, our lips almost immediately locking, our hands stroking, the kiss hot and passionate. My hands on her breasts elicited a moan of approval; when I slipped them down and pulled her blouse out of her skirt and slid my hand up underneath, it elicited an even stronger moan. Her hands pulled my polo shirt from my pants, I lifted my arms and she pulled it off. I slipped a hand up her skirt, finding her ass bare wearing a thong panty, and slipped around to the front to finger her. “Right there,” she directed as my finger found her clit, a shudder running through her body. I slipped a finger to her vagina, realizing I was a bit early as she wasn’t anywhere near as wet as she’d been our first time. I pulled my hand out, licking my fingers and then found her clit once again. ”

“Oh my God, you two!” Cassandra laughed aloud causing me to look over to the kitchen door where she’d just stepped out, obviously now finished cleaning up and watching us. “Can’t you two get a room? The bedroom is right there.” I suddenly realized that how lost in lust I had been I had followed Stephanie’s lead like a puppy dog. That I’d known Cassandra was in the apartment, totally disappeared from my mind. Now there was no doubt what we were up to, my bare chest and my hand up Stephanie’s skirt, although I hadn’t taken her shirt or panties off yet, that her bra had been pushed aside was clearly evident by her protruding nipples and the wet mark where I’d sucked them through her shirt.

“I’d say you’re jealous, but I know better,” Stephanie laughed, pushing away from me, and standing up. “Come on.” She said, pulling my hand once again.

“Just jealous of him getting you,” Cassandra laughed as we stepped into the bedroom. She pushed at the door, but it didn’t swing entirely shut.

Steph turned to me again, this time her hands fumbling with my belt, even as my hands fumbled with her clothes. I’d just had my hand on her pussy and reached under to pull her panties off, a coo of pleasure her response as I fingered her once again. She didn’t fight as I pushed her onto her back on the bed, lifted her skirt, and knelt before her. Spreading her legs my tongue went to work pleasuring her, eliciting coos and sighs of pleasure, until her legs and pelvis tightened up in orgasm.

“Ummm,” she sighed as I rose and tried to climb onto the bed beside her.

“Like that?” I said, her hands once again fumbling for my pants, only my belt having been loosened before.

“A lot,” she answered. “It’s nice to have someone pleasure me first,” she answered, again indicating, whether she meant to or not, that she was a pro as well as a Congressional staffer. I knew that, but still it pained me, visions of her sucking and then fucking Clangerman suddenly popping into my head.

“First?” I whispered, my hands pushing her loosened blouse aside and bending my lips to her nipple.

“Sometimes guys will go down on me first, but usually it’s only after I’ve done them.”

“Bastards,” I said, “Don’t they know tis better to give than to receive?” She giggled, sitting up and pushing at my now loosened pants. I took the hint and pulled the rest of my clothes off, and she did the same.

I pushed her backwards onto the bed, now totally nude, and let my eyes caress her body. “My god, you’re so beautiful,” I whispered, my eyes wandering from her head to her feet. I reached down to her landing strip, feeling her remaining pubic hair. The area beside it had fine prickly hairs.

“I haven’t shaved yet today,” she said, obviously sensing my feeling of them. “If I’d known we were getting together, I would have.”

“Preplanning?” I asked.

“Have to. If I didn’t prepare for… clients… I don’t think I could do it. They don’t turn me on naturally, I need to make it seem that they do.”

“If this all works out, you’ll never have to plan for a client again.”

“That would be nice.”

‘That it would,” I agreed, her hand coming over, griping my erection, and pulling me toward her. As I rolled toward her, her legs spread, and there was no doubt in my mind she was directing me to ride her.

Stephanie’s legs wrapped over mine, her hand guiding my cock to her pussy. My head split her lips and I pushed in a bit and pulled back pulling her pussy moisture with it, and then sliding back in. She was wet and slippery, the thought momentarily passing through my mind that she wasn’t as wet and slippery as she had been our first time together. But by the third push I bottomed out which elicited another sigh of contentment from her. “Ohhh… That’s so nice,” she whispered, her hips lifting and pushing, indicating for me to get busy.

I didn’t take too long to get a rhythm going, slowing at one time, and leaning in to suckle her nipples. Virtually everything I did seemed to elicit a coo or sigh of pleasure, although when I came, she hadn’t yet. I continued moving in and out, my semen now making her easily as slippery as she had been our first time. Her head rolled back, her body tensed, and finally she came. I stopped, just resting with my cock inside her, panting. “Oh My God, I love to cum,” she said with a sigh, her body relaxing as I pulled out and started to roll to one side.

“Yes, you do my slutty lover,” Cassandra’s voice intruded from the foot of the bed. Turning, I found Cassie standing totally nude with her hands on Stephanie’s feet. “Did he leave me dessert?” She asked, a hand reaching over to push my foot out of the way where it was still draped over Stephanie’s.

“Yes, he did.”

I was shocked. Yes, I knew that Cassie and Steph were lovers, they’d told me beforehand that they were and that they lived together; we were actually in “their” bed and bedroom, not just Stephanie’s bed. Cassie had been right there earlier in the living room, had seen us, seen me with my hand in Stephanie’s panties and told us to get a room. I’d assumed that meant to get out of her sight, but now, here she was crawling into bed with us — also totally nude. Somehow, I knew this wasn’t unusual, but never having been in a threesome of any kind, that she was joining us now, to the obvious pleasure and agreement of Steph, was a surprise. At least to me. Gradually I came to understand this wasn’t just a surprise to them, they had planned it.

Cassie’s mouth ran up the inside of Steph’s legs, past her knees, onto her thighs — gradually spreading her legs as she got closer and closer to her pussy. I could see a small amount of cum decorating Steph’s vagina, disappearing when Cassie’s tongue stroked up and across it. Her tongue slipped up her slit, finding and caressing her clit, before moving back down. Her mouth moved against her vagina, obviously sucking and, I surmised, tongue fucking Steph.

A threesome had definitely caught me by surprise, my shock gradually disappearing. I hadn’t gotten any sexual vibes from Cassandra and now that she’d joined us, the utter eroticism of seeing her eating her roomie had my cock rapidly growing again.

Cassie was smaller than Steph; not really short, but not as tall as Kathy, my sister, who had been 5 foot 6. Steph was an inch or so taller, Cassie an inch or so smaller, probably 5 foot 4. Stephanie’s boobs were utter perfection, easily the best tits I’d ever seen or played with; Cassie’s were gorgeous, just not the same shape. Stephanie’s were perfectly formed, rounded mounds. Cassie’s were more cone shaped, the area around her areolas and nipples a bit puffy, her nipples erect. I’d noticed the small bumps many times, presumably Cassie was one of those lucky women who always had erect nipples to entice their lovers eyes. Stephanie obviously normally needed a bra; Cassie could go braless easily. Cassie’s ass was thin and tight, not as spectacular as Stephanie’s, but very nice also. Her legs reached from heaven to the floor, although skinnier and not as muscular as Stephanie’s. But regardless of the comparison, seeing her naked and now eating my lover, had me coming to terms with the change of events. Reaching over I no sooner had my hand on Cassie’s tit than her hand came up, slapped mine and her mouth pulled away from Steph’s pussy. “No!” she said quite pointedly. “Off Limits! I get too many fucking men through work. You can look, but don’t touch.” She immediately went back to work on Steph, leaving me shocked. I looked up at Steph.

“Sorry babe, I should have told you.” Reaching for my hand she took it and pulled it to her breast. “But you can play with mine.”

It didn’t take long, and Cassandra had Stephanie coming for the third time after which they changed spots. Cassandra put two pillows under her hips, causing Stephanie to raise up onto her knees. When I didn’t immediately respond to the erotic showing, she pulled away from licking Cassie’s pussy. “Uh… hello? Jim? Do you need a written invitation? I like it doggie…”

I obviously wasn’t up on all the do’s and don’ts of a lesbian-bi-threesome. But I had gotten hard again watching them, and now slid in behind Steph and slipped my rod into her again. Having come just a bit before, my cock, although hard, was also a bit numb. I could tell I wasn’t going to cum rapidly, maybe not at all, but Steph easily came, as did Cassie. I didn’t stop when she did, nor did I pay attention when Cassandra moved out from under Stephanie, allowing her head and shoulders to sag to the bed and pillows.

Cassandra rolled away after she extricated herself, lying on an arm and watching as I boned her lover. I saw her hand go down between her legs, masturbating as she watched.

By now I was totally numb, although hard, and it felt good, I just knew I wasn’t going to cum. I had sweat dripping from my forehead. Cassandra leaned over to Stephanie and whispered something to her ear, but all I heard was the “uh-huh,” of her response. Rolling away and getting off the bed I didn’t even pay attention to Cassie or what she was doing. I might have, but my mind was concentrating on my cock pistoning in and out of Stephanie and the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock. Cassie returned, holding something. “Just a minute, Jim,” Stephanie said putting her hand up to my chest. I pulled back and out while she turned over. Cassie handed her the small bottle of clear liquid that I recognized. “We’re getting too dry,” she said, reaching for my cock with the liquid on her hand, and I groaned in amazement. I hadn’t realized we needed more lubricant. Spreading her legs, she dribbled a couple of drops on her pussy, wiping it in with her middle finger and then rolled back over onto her knees, putting her ass into the air for me once again.

The difference was phenomenal. I slipped into her again, now easily as wet as she had been for our first encounter. The difference in sensation had me groan in approval. “Like that?” she asked, between pants.

‘Oh, God, that’s amazing.” I answered, now able to tell that I would be able to cum. Her hand reached under and she fondled my balls between her legs before slipping even further back and with no warning her middle finger, lubricated with the liquid, slipped into my ass.

I grunted in surprise and sudden orgasm both. “Oh Fuck!!” I grunted, my movements coming to a stop.

“Keep going!” Steph shuddered, “I’m almost there… don’t stop!”

Gripping her hips to help me keep up the pummeling, I grunted with each thrust, feeling her body contracting against mine, until suddenly she convulsed and her finger pulled out of my ass as she gripped my leg to stop me. I was panting, the kinkiest and most unexpected orgasmic experience of my life blowing my mind. I still had my cock inside Stephanie, but now Cassandra, realizing that we’d both cum, pushed me backwards.

“Move,” she said, and when I did, she rolled onto her back, sliding her face in under Stephanie’s pussy and pulled her down to her face. I could do nothing but watch, totally spent, but Stephanie came again and then returned the favor to Cassandra, pulling her pussy to her face.

There had been more orgasms of the three of us in the time we’d been playing than I’d ever experienced in any setting before. Granted I’d never been in a threesome, I’d never seen a lesbian encounter, I’d never had a finger up my ass before, never seen cum eaten from a pussy before, and never been so sated before. Stephanie rolled over after they were both satisfied, and Cassandra slipped over onto her other side, the three of us falling asleep.

It was my time for the 4 am walk of shame. I didn’t have to, but I awoke and figured I’d let them get ready for work in an hour or two without my being in the way. “Hey Babe,” I said, stroking Stephanie’s arm, “I’m going to go.”

“Uhmm, you were really good,” she whispered.

“Go back to sleep.”

“Ok.”

~

We were getting together now virtually every day, at least every other day. It was just the two of us when we were at my apartment, but whenever I stayed over at their place, the threesome aspect almost always repeated. Cassandra was as addicted to Steph’s tongue as Steph was to Cassandra’s. Cassie always referred to my cum as “dessert” never admitting she was getting the equivalent of a blow job orgasm in her mouth. Whenever Steph and I fucked and Cassie was there, she always ate Stephanie afterward.

Cassandra was just as gorgeous in her own way as Stephanie was. Steph had easily become my lover, and it didn’t hurt me to let her and Cassie be lovers also. I suspected they were having sex on days when I wasn’t there, I didn’t even think about it at first but, when I asked, Stephanie confirmed that they regularly had sex, somewhere between 4 and 6 times a week, even while she and I were fucking nearly every day. I recognized almost immediately that licking Stephanie and especially eating my cum from her pussy was truly Cassandra’s kink. Several times she’d sat and watched us, naked and masturbating, until I came in Steph, and then she moved right in, pushing me out of the way to go down on her. Steph never failed to come again, and then she’d roll them over and tongue Cassie until she came also.

It was perhaps three weeks later, and I’d carefully remained clear of Cassie the entire time, that I slipped again. Stephanie was going down on Cassie who was moaning and twiddling her own nipples. One hand lowered to Steph’s head, always a sign that she was about to cum, and without thinking I reached over and pinched Cassie’s nipple with my thumb and forefinger.

The response from Cassie was instantaneous, her hand coming over and gripping my wrist. I hadn’t intended to push her boundaries, just two extremely sexy women having my mind on other things. Her verbal assault was also instantaneous, and vicious: “Touch my tit again and I’ll cut your fucking dick off.”

Steph looked up at me from between her legs, my wrist still in Cassie’s grip. “She really doesn’t like sex with men,” she said, and went back down to her lover’s pussy.

~

“It’s going to hurt.”

Stephanie and Cassie and Larry and I were discussing the specifics of what was to take place. “Not like my finger, I’m sure he’s going to take you dry.” I wanted to look at Larry but refrained, mine and Stephanie’s and Cassie’s sex life having all intermingled in front of Larry. That he’d installed hidden monitoring camera’s inside their apartment (although not in their bedroom) was reminded when he asked me if I’d forgotten they were there. I had, and admitted so, knowing that he was telling me that he’d observed us the night before. At least it was just Stephanie and me who had gotten carried away on the living room floor as Casandra had been out somewhere. I didn’t find out where until he told me that Casandra had been entertaining the Senator from South Carolina in Jacobson’s penthouse. He’d recorded her serving him and Jacobson while topless, the Senator from South Carolina fondling and squeezing her boobs whenever she walked by, finally pulling her down into his lap. Giggling and flirting back she let him fondle her and fondled his cock in return, all with Jacobson just watching, until he turned to Jacobson and asked “Is she as good of a little cocksucker as I think she is?”

“Why don’t you ask her?” Jacobson answered.

“How about it honey? Are you as good a cocksucker as my secretary back home?”

“What?” Cassie giggled, slipping out of his lap and slapping him, playfully. “Are you two timing me? Now I gotta prove that I’m still the best little cocksucker you know?”

“He’s a regular,” Larry said to me, “about every two weeks. He’s got a thing for Cassie, always asks for her.” I just nodded, numb at the use of Cassie as a cum dumpster. Numb at the use of Stephanie, Cassandra, Maggie, Wendy, and Nellie all as whores to force or blackmail others into voting for whatever act that Senator Asshole had been bought to supply. I watched as the Senator pulled his pants loose and Cassie dropped to her knees and sucked him off. He pulled her back up afterward, continued to play with her breasts and finished stripping her naked. Fondling her bare breasts, an act that had gotten my wrist pinned and the threat of immediate bodily harm, his hand dropping down to stroke her pussy. Her legs spread wide to allow him to touch her, and finally when he was hard again, pulling her into his lap and sliding inside her. I knew she came when he fingered her, but also recognized she wasn’t close to cumming when she suddenly acted like she had after he came for the second time. Before I wouldn’t have noticed, but after having been with her and Stephanie many times, seen her actually cum from Steph’s fingers or tongue, I now recognized the orgasm that she pretended to experience was nothing but an act.

~

“You’ve made it hard on yourselves by becoming lovers.” Larry said as an intro to our run-through.

“Why is that?”

“You’re supposed to be a pick-up. Someone in the bar that the bartender has turned in as a likely mark. You can’t know each other; you can’t give any inkling that you’re anything except just a lonely businessman.” We all knew that the bartender was the initial contact, that once the Senator advised he wanted some ass that night, that he passed the word to the bartender who then directed Cassie or Stephanie to the most likely mark.

We ran through the scenario, and when I suggested that perhaps going to the actual bar and choreographing the act would be in order, Larry said, “You’d make a fucking lousy spy.”

“But if no-one is there? If nobody knows us?”

“Too much chance. We know the layout, we know where everything is, we do it on paper and never give anyone a chance to identify that it was a set-up before we get there. You’ll have to memorize the layout, review the hidden camera videos that Cassie and Steph bring us, but you must never go there before.”

We practiced. Me pretending to not know Cassandra or Stephanie. Stephanie pretending to be Senator Assholes husband, the “lonely and horny” wife left on her own. Cassie was to enter the bar early, provide the first visual distraction, give me a chance to acknowledge to the bartender that if she came back, perhaps I’d make a pass at her, and set the stage for Stephanie. There would almost assuredly be unknown men on the prowl, we just didn’t know whom. We would have to play that as it occurred, however none of us thought it would be a problem. And, if anything went wrong, all I had to do was stand-up, walk away, and leave the keycard on the counter. Stephanie said this had happened a time or two in the past, someone standing up and walking away. The bartender, Jacobson’s insider or a well-paid informant, had swept the glasses and card away so to defray suspicions.

Setting up the security and cameras was actually easier. Larry had complete hidden control of both the Hotel Security cameras and Jacobson’s suite cameras. He hooked in a false feed of the hotel cameras using the exact time matched from the previous day with just the date tag modified. As long as nothing untoward happened while he was in the suite, he was golden. Cassandra provided the key card, showing up and entering the suite at exactly 10 am on one day, with Larry doing the same on the following day. He didn’t even have to modify the key logger, it showed exactly what we wanted it to. The Senators cameras were almost as easy to fudge, most of the time they showed absolutely nothing at that time of day anyway. He modified the inside to show Cassandra going where she was going, and then set it into a repeating loop of “nothing”. When he was all done, he reset Cassandra reappearing and leaving the suite — and then he swapped everything back to normal, but with all the additional camera angles we wanted.

False identities turned out to be our single most expensive expenditure, just about decimating all our monies. Again Larry, with his background, knew exactly how to get alternate identities, alternate passports, and alternate citizenships. One thing about government records, once you are an “insider,” it’s easy to spoof the system. It’s only when you’re an outsider that it’s difficult. Setting up the offshore banking information was just a formality, and each of us took a trip to a “friendly to people who wished not to be traced locality,” and set up an account.

The first visit was in person at a bank, but after that Cassandra modified the accounts so she had access to be able to transfer everything in without arousing suspicions. We each had an account, all we needed was to make sure that Jacobson had more at risk to fight what we did than to accept his fate. That money would definitely be a big ticket — but the reality is if he fought, it would ruin him more than losing the money.

The more we met and talked and planned, the more often that I spent most of the night with Steph. That Steph was a rabid cock hound there was no doubt. If I’d ever truly met a nymphomaniac it was Steph, but seldom did we end up alone in bed having sex. If I spent the night with Stephanie, by default, Cassandra was with us. When she was home, that is; when she was not out entertaining one of Senator Asshole’s marks, Cassie always joined us to clean my cum from Stephanie’s pussy with her tongue. And usually, Stephanie would shove a finger up my ass.

At first it was lubed, like she did that first time, but towards the end, it was dry. She would press against my anus, and then have me relax, until she could get a finger in. Later she used her thumb, and when I suggested that she start with her finger before going to the larger thumb, she pointed out that the Senator wouldn’t be using his finger, and wouldn’t be giving me the opportunity to “loosen up”. Gradually I got where I could relax, push out, and take her thumb without too much difficulty.

Afterward we would fall asleep, Stephanie usually cuddling with Cassie as much or more than me. An early riser, I always left before they got up, and always remembered to exit through the unmonitored door.

~

Setting up the multiple video recordings, most of them having been created by the Senators own coercion and blackmail recordings, was time consuming. We painted the picture, most everything time tagged, and then we edited in the corresponding voting. Congressman Daedalus from Illinois was entertained by Maggie Monday night, and on then on Tuesday he voted for the bill on the oil pipeline that he’d previously been against. The video of Senator Richards started with him sitting naked in a chair and masturbating while Stephanie’s tongue was on his wife’s clit, and then Stephanie’s spread wide in the chair, her hand caressing his wife’s hair as she knelt naked feasting on Stephanie’s pussy, and then the following day the bill to spend a few Billion more on military hardware with one of the big guys was passed thanks to his Richards vote. We had video of Cassie giving blowjob after blowjob, and often fucking, followed almost always within 24 to 48 hours by a vote of which the Senator or Congressman voted positively. We had video of Maggie, and Wendy and Nellie all providing sexual favors to opponents of legislation who suddenly, often just hours later, changed their votes. And it wasn’t just the ‘elected’ officials. Businessmen, Sheiks (as Steph had experienced,) foreign dignitaries or foreign officials. The Senator had positioned cameras that made it impossible to deny that a cock and pussy or mouth had been together — there was no doubt that this was not a simulation.

When we were editing, making the link between the girls whoring themselves to make the Senators bidding take place, that Cassandra was well known for her blowjobs became quite obvious. Any of the girls would fuck if needed, but that Cassie was known for giving extraordinary blow jobs, despite that she didn’t want me to touch her, became quite obvious. I knew she would fuck when required, but having been around her with Stephanie, I could now detect a real orgasm versus a faked orgasm. No matter how good the John’s felt she was, I never saw her have a real orgasm by fucking.

“What happened?” I questioned her one evening when we were alone.

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t want me or a man to touch you, at least not a lover, but it seems you’re well known for blowjobs.”

“Why, do you want one?” She didn’t quite spit it out, but I could tell something about it was offensive.

“No. Don’t get me wrong. I know very well that you and Steph are lovers and if you never had to touch a man again it would be too soon. I’m just curious, you’ve obviously reconciled your inner desires with your outer needs. I’ve seen on the videos, many of the…” I paused, looking for the right word, “bastards… ask for you.”

She nodded her head, apparently deciding to tell me. “After sucking cocks for 16 years, I guess I’ve learned a thing or two.”

It took me a second to realize what she’d said. “How old are you,” I asked, cocking my head to one side, not quite believing what my math calculated to.

“Twenty-six.”

My head rose in disbelief, my mouth opened, and then I closed it again. “Molested?”

She cocked her head back and forth, sort of a non-committal answer. “My mother’s boyfriend. Said if I ever told anyone, he’d kill me and her too. Started with him, and then he began bringing his friends over.”

“Fuck.” I knew it had to be something. “Rape?”

She shrugged her shoulders and nodded. “Not until after I got my first period. He said, “Old enough to bleed, old enough to breed… and then he shared me that way with his friends, too.”

“Damn,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief, her attitude toward men now totally understandable. “And now you want nothing to do with men.”

“I’ve done what I’ve had to, but after the Senator pays for what he’s done, if I ever have a cock in my mouth again, I’ll bite it in two.”

I nodded. “Understandable.” I was silent for a moment or two. “Not all guys are bad guys you know.”

“If they’ve got a dick, I’ve got no use for them.”

“Except for Larry and me?”

“I’ve got no use for them sexually,” she clarified.

The hard part for me was watching the Senator rape me. That I’d accepted her key card at the bar, pocketed it and walked away was clearly visible on the video. That hotel security had me entering the elevator, fumbling with the keypad before finally realizing that the elevator was locked, for that floor without a key, was visible. That Stephanie and I had normal, consensual sex was quite obvious. And finally, me agreeably allowing her to tie and handcuff my wrists, lifting my ass and pushing my face into the pillows was pretty explicit. Steph weaseling her way between my legs on her back, taking my cock into her mouth, and Cassie then climbing between her legs and eating my cum from Stephanie’s pussy, as she had so many times, still came across as “consensual”.

And then the Senator arrived.

Naked, his cock already erect, the only surprise was seeing him put a few drops of lube onto his cock before climbing up and straddling Steph’s body, and with little fanfare shoving his cock in my ass. My scream of pain was audible, but just barely with my face in the pillow. All of the interaction afterward, the back and forth with the Senator telling me I’d just been fucked by my elected official — it was all plainly audible. We put subtitles on it just to make sure. There was nobody who could ever see this who would think it was other than what it was — a rape, of a male, by an elected official, who had repeatedly voted on anti-gay bills, anti-pornography bills, had repeatedly forced puritanical bills into congress that his constituency back home thought made him the greatest conservative politician in the USA.

The transfer of funds from the Senators offshore accounts was almost anti-climactic. With Cassandra’s insider information, she knew all of the senator’s accounts, all of his passwords, and with Larry’s technical skills, it was done in literally seconds. The two-party identification came back to the Senator’s office — they transferred $200 million evenly into four accounts, leaving him a “paltry” $17 million as his previous $796 million had, since we first targeted it, grown to $817 million. We were going to take it all, but didn’t want to arouse any suspicions by zeroing out the account, and even number transfers matched what he’d done at different occasions in the past.

The flash drive and letter were left on his desk where he found them as soon as he entered his office. He was on the phone, we had it all being recorded, and got to see his reaction. We’d expected a “Son of a Bitch” or something reaction — instead he just sat in his chair, obviously stunned, and then got up and walked to the bugs we’d planted, their location in his office obvious from our recording, picking them out of their hiding places one by one.

“Senator,

Your political career is over.

Take a look at the flash drive with this letter, and you’ll see that it is over. The trouble with being a crook and a thief is that crooks and thieves can’t go to the police for help. They can’t draw on the FBI to recover “their” lost but illegally obtained property. You may want to go after someone, but please know that this isn’t the only copy of this revealing video documentary.

By the way, you will find that your offshore accounts are $800 million dollars short this morning. Whether you realized it or not, the banks think you legitimately transferred that money to others in payment for services rendered, just as you’ve done so many times before. Your office verified the two-device verification; there is no way for you to recover that money. And, since it was illegally obtained, there is no way you can even acknowledge that you ever had it, let alone had it taken from you.

Of course, this flash drive is one of only many that await you making one wrong step. You’ll see and easily identify the multiple people that you blackmailed and bribed to do what you wanted. If you pursue this, not only are you going down, but so will all those others that you have compromised. We obviously can’t go to the police or Feds with this information, but we don’t have to. AP, UPI, Reuters, The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, the Washington Post, The Los Angeles Times, Good Morning America, Fox News, CNN – all are on the list of entities that will receive electronic copies of this if you should not follow directions.

You will make an announcement you are withdrawing from the re-election campaign. You will then make an announcement that for personal reasons you are resigning from your position, and will then return to your home. You will remain mute for four weeks, without leaving your house or communicating with the press or others — for any reason — for those four weeks. After that you may make whatever excuse you want, but realize that should you ever make any indication to anyone as to the reason for your departure for politics, or ever again attempt to be in politics, the data will be transferred immediately.

You will retire, remain retired, and with the several hundred million still in your onshore accounts and the fairly substantial sum we’ve left in your offshore accounts, you will survive. We suggest that you give your personal staff substantial separation bonuses. None of the remaining staff have any idea what is happening, just whatever you tell them, but should you make up disparaging stories about what is happening, or fail to provide them with separation packages, know that they will become aware of all that is on these recordings. We will not need to pass that data on to the media, we’re pretty sure they will take care of that for us.”

We watched as he put the flash drive into his computer, pulling up the video file, and then immediately going on-line to check the bank balances. At the end when it explained where most of the bugs in his office were located, we watched as one by one he collected them all. Afterward his “security” imbeciles arrived and swept his office for more.

~

I settled into the First-Class seat, appreciating, as always, the larger seats and elbow room. I’d been like the average person all my life, traveling by air only when required, and never by First-Class when it was being paid out of my pocket.

We all had different flights, through different cities, planning to meet up at Larry’s place when we got there. He’d gone two days before the actual heist to make sure he had remote monitoring functioning which, not unexpectedly, worked perfectly. Jacobson found and removed all the items we’d informed him of, found two others that we hadn’t informed him of, and then watched as he planned on how he was going to get us. We sent Jacobson and Senator Richards a clip of Richards masturbating while watching Stephanie and his wife servicing each other. Our note to both said that it was up to Jacobson as to whether this video went to the media or stayed hidden. We listened up as Richards chewed up and down on Jacobson, and then we sent a note to just Jacobson that said, “You have been warned.”

Larry monitored Jacobson’s accounts, and he definitely tried to find out what had happened to “his” money, but the security at the banks was much tighter than Jacobson had ever had. He got one company that actually got close to breaking into the secure bank system, but a couple of anonymous tips to the bank closed those loopholes.

Cassandra and Stephanie were immediately prime suspects as they just disappeared but, then again, we really hadn’t tried to hide that fact. They’d walked away from everything, leaving the country with just a carry-on bag and any past traceable history. Bank accounts closed, all bills paid, utilities paid and closed. With their new identifications, their past persons literally ‘ceased to be.’ Of course, Jacobson tried to trace them, but Larry wasn’t the best in the business for nothing. There was never any hint that Jacobson thought Kathy’s brother and his business were behind his economic and political demise. Guys like Jacobson, used to being in charge of the world, didn’t go away easily however. I didn’t for the life of me believe that Jacobson would totally take this lying down, he’d been the instigator, the fixer, the bastard, ruining others’ lives for his own gain. Time would tell; we didn’t plan on following him forever, but as long as he stayed out of the spotlight, he was done for. In another 10 or 15 years he’d either be dead or irrelevant, and in the meantime, I felt that I’d avenged my sisters murder. I’d have loved to plug the bastard and plant him six foot down, but that would have assuredly meant my own demise which I really didn’t want to plan on. Much better to stab him where it hurt, and where he couldn’t fight back without cutting himself even deeper.

I waited another two days, a “just in case” measure if something hadn’t gone totally as planned. It had gone as planned, Larry and I had agreed we might as well pull the plug, and now I was in the air. I asked for a Scotch and Soda, delivered by a pretty stewardess with a pleasing smile on her face. I took the drink, noting the similarity of the stew to Stephanie. Virtually the same color of skin, black hair cut in the airline style accenting her face. Although Stephanie almost always wore clothes that displayed a little breast which the airline uniform didn’t, her bust was almost the same size too.

I tilted the chair back, closed my eyes and my mind drifted back over the previous months. I remembered it all, step by step. Stephanie’s note, finding that Kathy had been murdered and Stephanie’s assertion that Jacobson had done it. Our mutual attraction, her telling me I was a nice guy.

That Stephanie had rocked my physical world, there was no doubt. We’d made love in her bed, in my bed, on the couch, on the floor, on the kitchen table. All except that one time at her house to start with, the day we’d discovered the unmonitored basement door, she’d always been exceedingly wet, and that time she’d introduced some lube to ostensibly shove her finger in my ass, but afterward, she’d lubed my cock a bit and her pussy had seemed as slippery as every other time. She so seemed to like me, like my touch. Too bad Cassandra didn’t like my touch too, she was as much of a real looker as Stephanie. I could have easily been enticed into a threesome with her and Steph. I didn’t quite understand her kinky penchant for eating my cum from Stephanie if she wasn’t into men, but it wasn’t many men that had two beautiful women naked and in their bed at the same time. And I had to admit, Carrie lying between Steph’s legs, licking, and sucking her pussy while Steph looked at me with a smile — it was definitely hot.

The rape of me had gone exactly according to plan. We’d caught the Senator red-handed, or perhaps it was “red-dicked,” on multiple cameras. I wondered if he’d gotten some of my shit on his cock; having read about anal intercourse when we were setting everything up, I saw where getting shit on a cock in anal isn’t unusual. One article had said “you will, deal with it.” Maybe he’d get hepatitis or something worse and die? Not likely, I realized, as that was more a factor for someone sucking a cock that had been up an ass without cleaning it first. I thought about Stephanie crawling underneath to suck my cock while Carrie ate my cum from her pussy while the Senator crawled…

I sat up.

One more time I ran everything through my head, and it all made sense except for that.

Carrie had been eating my cum from Stephanie’s pussy, in bed with Steph and me, with me still there, for nearly 6 months, which made it seem natural. But, with every other “Joe Politician” John that we had seen, she had said they’d used condoms. But that night of the rape, when Stephanie had finally crawled into my bed, she had explained why she was so late; “He wanted to watch Cassie and me; watch her eat your cum from my pussy and then he didn’t go to bed right away.” We had not used a condom.

When we’d first gotten together, we went through three condoms that first night. She’d asked me to get a blood test, said she had gotten one too, but she always used condoms with clients, and after blood tests we hadn’t used condoms from then on. Cassie hadn’t joined us until a while later. Stephanie had said that whenever the Senator told her she was going to put out for someone, she’d pre-apply some lube as she seldom got turned on, and to make sure she had condoms.

“I always have my biggest orgasms when Cassie’s eating cum from my pussy.”

I went back over it in my mind again. I was supposedly a “John”, set up by the bartender who didn’t know that I knew. Stephanie, the hooker, had picked me up, used the key subterfuge to entice me to follow her. We’d gone to the Senators suite, where we had fucked as lovers, not as a John and a prostitute. Cassie had gone down on Stephanie, sucking my cum from her pussy, while the Senator was fucking me in the ass. The Senator made no comment about watching Cassie eat cum from Stephanie’s pussy which meant it was not unusual for him. He had wanted to stay and watch. I hadn’t put on a condom, but should have. Cassie ate my cum from Steph’s pussy, but there should have been nothing there if I was truly a “John.”

Again, and again, I went through it in my mind, the seemingly easy equations always coming up as 1 plus 1 equals 3. My mind went back to the first night, the first time Stephanie and I had sex. She’d seemed inordinately wet, and then I remembered that she said she always prepared herself before meeting a John. The time I’d followed her home, the first time Cassie had joined us, she’d started out not quite as wet, until she got the lube — supposedly to make it easier to shove her finger up my ass — but she had added lube to her pussy also. She’d started drier, and had then gotten wetter. No other time when we got together had she been “dry” when we first started playing, just that one time when it was unexpected.

My mind latched onto Steph’s explanation, ostensibly to me, when I was the “John,” just after the Senator had taken my ass. She’d been talking to me, but the script had been laid out to make the Senator think that I wasn’t in on the ‘scam’. “I told you, we’ve got an open marriage,” she’d said, supposedly in reference to her phony marriage to the Senator, but with the changing of just a few words from “he” to “she,” or “her,” she could have been talking to me. “Cassandra and I are lovers… Cassandra and I take care of each other, and she lets me have my men every now and again and occasionally we share with the Senator… I love the feeling of your cock bobbing in my mouth from his fucking you from behind, and when Cassandra eats your cum out of my pussy, I always have my biggest orgasms.”

Hindsight is always clearer than foresight, and despite Stephanie portraying the Senator as not interested in women, she had outright said they occasionally share with him. That the Senator had watched Cassie eat cum from Steph’s pussy before now seemed obvious, it had not been a surprise, and the excuse for being so late that night was that he’d stayed to watch that creampie act.

It was a long flight, and eventually I went through everything else. Although I couldn’t find any other discrepancies, those I just couldn’t make fit.

It made me wonder what else wasn’t as it seemed.

It had been the long way for me, a flight to Frankfurt and following a three-hour layover, another long flight, our last “let’s not make it easy to get caught” provision. Larry had a slightly shorter route, having flown to Heathrow first, and then on to Edinburgh, his first identity disappearing into Europe; Cassie had flown alone to Madrid, her first identity also never again to be used anywhere. Stephanie had chosen to go through Rome via Mexico City. Our First-Class tickets, each in the name of a previously non-existent person who had a complete “history,” even though they had never really existed, our final measure. First Class got me automatic access to the lounge and a shower in Frankfurt, my “point of origin” for the next flight, so I felt almost human on the second flight, but still my mind had gone numb, always returning to that one moment in time with Cassandra going down on Stephanie while the Senators cock was up my ass.

Neither Stephanie nor Cassandra were in their rooms. They’d checked in, but that was all. Larry was in his room, however. When I asked if he’d seen or heard from the girls, he said that we weren’t due to meet for another couple of hours, but I told him they hadn’t answered their doors. He told me to play it cool, everything had gone according to plan, and I told him that’s what I was worried about. Somehow, I knew that things had gone according to plan, just not the plan that Larry and I knew about. I went down and got the hotel managers assistance to “check on my co-workers who weren’t answering,” and of course their rooms were empty and showed no signs of anyone having been there. When I got back to Larry’s room, he looked pale, his computer open, the banking records opened. I didn’t have to ask, he just pointed at the screen. Cassandra and Stephanie’s accounts were empty, zero balances; Larry’s and mine each had $2 million left. He tried to follow the trail, to tell what had happened, but except that the balances had been transferred out, he could tell nothing. The accounts the money had been transferred to no longer even existed. Although he could see that money had gone to certain accounts, when he tried to follow those accounts, there was nothing there. The records were wiped.