jukeboxemcsa: Elise decided to have the conversation in the sunroom, for privacy. She asked Wanda to
jukeboxemcsa: Elise decided to have the conversation in the sunroom, for privacy. She asked Wanda to speak with her alone, and when the younger woman acquiesced, she brought her to the warm, bright room in the East Wing to lay out the cold truth. “I’m afraid that whatever you might think, I’m obligated to tell you that Senator McNeal’s interest in you is…purely transitory, to put it lightly. And as his aide, it’s my job to discourage young women from trying to forge a permanent connection from that transitory interest.” Wanda looked at her, chewing her gum for a long moment before saying, “Huh?” Elise smiled coldly. “I’m saying that you should pack your things and go. I’m also saying that I can make your life very unhappy if you returned, or if you threatened to go to the press about your weekend in the Senator’s mansion. I’m saying that a white trash slut like you might be an entertaining diversion for an old horndog, but you have nothing at all to offer him and you’d best keep that in mind before you make any comments about ‘getting used to this’. Did I spell that out for you clearly enough, or should I dumb it down a little?” “Got nothin’, huh?” Wanda said, giving Elise a sly, crude smile. “I got a pretty pussy, I know Jim likes that well enough. Or maybe that’s it? Maybe you called me out here because you wanted to look for yourself? I don’t mind none, I had a few girls down there and you’re not so bad, long as you got somethin’ covering that mouth of yours.” Elise stiffened. “I don’t think you understand,” she said. “You’re leaving, whether it’s on your own or kicking and screaming, so you’d best–” She broke off into a splutter of shock as Wanda lifted her skirt. The young woman wasn’t wearing panties (unsurprisingly) so Elise got a full view of her naked crotch. She had shaved her pubic mound, leaving nothing but smooth, lightly oiled skin between her thighs. “I don’t know what you think you’re achieving,” she said, as Wanda lowered her skirt, “but this kind of tasteless, slutty display is exactly why you can’t be allowed to be around the Senator. He’s planning a run for President, and–” Elise broke off again as Wanda flipped her skirt up once more, teasing her with another view of her labia. They weren’t oiled, Elise realized. They were wet with arousal. This was turning Wanda on. “President, huh?” Wanda said, sounding smug. “I could be First Lady, then. Get all them heads of state alone and show them my pretty pussy, and hell, we’d be runnin’ the whole damn world before long. Get ‘em weak in the knees, just like you, and straddle ‘em with my thighs, and they’d do anything for a taste. Ain’t that right, ma’am?” “I…you…” Elise felt herself sinking to the floor, her body somehow no longer willing to support her. “What’s…happening to…to me?” she asked, before her prone body forgot how to speak. “You just got a good look at my pretty pussy, that’s all, sweetie,” Wanda said, standing directly over Elise’s face. “I know you probably thought you were so smart, but who’s the smart one now?” She chuckled. “Still not me, but I’m sure as hell smarter than you are when you got your eyes stuck on my pussy like that. Now let’s get that mouth of yours doin’ something useful.” She slowly began to kneel. Elise found herself licking her lips with anticipation of the pleasures to come. (Like these captions? Want to see more? Visit www.patreon.com/Jukebox to find out how!) -- source link