Chapter 2: Ben Holman

Ben Holman and the Freshman girls masked strippers.

2 years later. Son Don is 16 and a Junior in high school and Lisa is 14, a Freshman.

Ben drove to his office, Holman Political Consultants, for a start of a long day of putting out political fires. The Governor’s office had come under scrutiny for sexual harassment and misogyny complaints.

‘God damn liberals were paying women and girls to try and bring down his beloved political party,’ Ben said to himself as he drove into the parking lot. He was a political operative in Conservative Religious Action Party, better known as CRAP. ‘God damn women and girls, they should be happy they’re even employed.’

Walking to his office, his secretary, Miss Barnes, stood up to greet him. Lucy Barnes, 17, high school dropout. She had been with HPC for three years. He hired her from the golf club where she was a locker room attendant.

“Good morning, Mr. Holman,” smiled Miss Barnes.

“Huh!” grunted Ben as he walked by. She always had a smile, even with a cock in her mouth. Blonde hair, blue eyed, the kind of girl the party was looking for.

Lucy followed him into the office. Ben put his briefcase on the desk. “I thought you might want to see this first thing,” she said.

Ben turned around and she handed him a flier. She went to take off his suit coat and hang it on the hanger.

“Hmm,” was all Ben said as he looked at the flier.

‘Today only, Miss Wexler’s Freshman Girls Mask Striptease at the club from noon to four.’ The flier had a group shot of the class and their teacher.

“Sounds like a good time,” replied Ben as he tossed the flier on the desk.

“Yes sir!” Lucy smiled standing in front of his desk. “I knew you’d be interested because it is your daughter’s class. Oh, and the video of you and the other father’s taking your daughter’s virginity is on the community website. Might I add sir, you look positively pleased with your performance. The surprise on your daughter’s face as you tear away her virginity was priceless.”

Ben sat down. “Yes, anyway, be a good little girl and fetch me my coffee.”

“Yes sir,” smiled Lucy. She was a good St Dom girl and would do everything she could to support the males of the community. Ben hired Lucy as a copy girl for the office, a girl who stood by the copy machine making copies of important papers for the males of the office. In three years she had worked her way to Ben’s office as his executive secretary. The previous secretary was now cleaning toilets.

Ben looked at his emails. There were a dozen from the governor’s office all asking him how they should handle the allegations against the governor.

Lucy returned with a large cup of coffee. She carefully placed it on the desk.

Ben took hold of the cup and stood up. “I fucked my wife in the ass this morning just before coming here, she didn’t have a chance to clean off my cock, be a good girl and clean it off for her.” He took a sip of his coffee.

“Yes sir!” smiled Lucy. She worshiped him, loved everything about him. He was an important person in the state and with the national party. He plucked her from obscurity and now she ran his office.

She walked around the desk, knelt down and started unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Lucy pulled the pants and underwear to his ankles and he carefully picked up one foot then the other so she could remove the pants and underwear.

Lucy sniffed the cock before her, yep, the earthly scent of ass invaded her nostrils. Ben sat down as she kissed and licked the length of his cock then she engulfed the length in her mouth.

“Ah, very good,” Ben smiled as he took another sip of coffee.

Mrs. Algood came in the office with a clipboard. “Mr. Holman, these receipts need your signature.” Diane Algood looked at Lucy kneeling between his legs bobbing her head up and down. She licked her lips.

Ben took the clipboard and laid it on Lucy’s’ head. “Hold still,” he ordered.

Lucy stopped her head movements and held his cock in her mouth. Ben got a pen from the desk and signed the top paper.

“Also the next two receipts sir.”

Ben flipped the paper and signed two more times. He handed the clipboard back. “Be a sweetie and make a reservation at the club for lunch at noon, you and me.”

“Yes sir!” Beamed Mrs. Algood. She loved working for Ben Holman. It gave her bragging rights with her friends, plus her husband could say that he rubbed elbows with the great man.

Just then his smart phone rang, he looked at the display. “Hello, Governor,” he said. “Yes, sure I’ve seen the morning news ... well, this is how you play it, tell the press that sure, you and your male office staff, sexually harassed the women and girls working there ... yes, I know society wants women and girls treated with respect ... exactly, but their women and girls, they should know their place in society...” Ben laughed. “Yes, between our legs...”

Ben put his left hand on the top of Lucy’s head and started drumming his fingers.

“It won’t be a problem ... because you’re telling the truth, the electorate will overlook this nonsense because of the economic recovery around the state. So in the press conference don’t address the harassment or the misogyny and keep the press focused on your achievements, if the press asks questions about the harassment, change the subject to the economy. In a week or so this will blow over.”

Lucy was making sucking sounds. “Yes, the sounds you hear are sucking sounds by my secretary ... No I’m not worried, she’s a St Dom girl, raised in the finest tradition of a St Dom female.” He rested his hand on top of her head.

“Look, females will always be the weaker of the species, they lack direction and motivation. That’s were we males excel, we give them purpose, we reward them when they’re good ... but, I suggest you fire those women and girls who launched complaints against you ... yes, and put the word out on the hiring sites not to hire them ... exactly, but after three months of being unemployed, send an email to them telling them I’m hiring ... yes, it’ll be okay, I’ll get them fucking straightened out ... yes, yes, okay, good luck and handle the press just the way I told you.”

Ben looked down at his secretary. “Enough.”

As Lucy sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth, she said, “Serves those bitches right complaining against the governor. My pastor says there’s a special place in hell for females like them.”

At noon, Mrs. Algood stood outside Ben’s office waiting for him. He stood up from his desk, grabbed his suit coat and walked out the door.

“Whoever calls, tell them I’m at the golf club enjoying the strippers.”

“Yes sir!” smiled Lucy as she stood up from her desk. She was jealous of Mrs. Algood, she wanted to be with him while he ate lunch.

Mrs. Algood drove him to the golf club. A woman valet came over and opened the car door for him. Mrs. Algood tossed the keys to the valet as she followed her boss into the club. He strode into the club and down the hallway towards the beating music. His cock was already getting hard.

“Hello Mr. Holman,” smiled the woman at the entrance podium. “Just you today?”

“And her,” Ben nodded and walked into the club.

“Very good sir!”

There were five dance stages and on each stage a 14 year-old girl. Each girl wore a mask around her eyes and were dancing for the men sitting around the stage.

Ben and Mrs. Algood found a seat along the wall and looked around to see if he could see his daughter.

“Hello Mr. Holman.”

It was Miss Wexler, the teacher. She was wearing a small pastie on each nipple and a short pink apron around her waist and cute bunny ears on her head. In her left hand she balanced a tray with sex toys on it. Toys like, anal beads, flexible rulers, several butt plugs, several collars and leashes, jaw openers, and thigh dildos.

“What can I get you? A beer, mixed drink? One of the girls perhaps to give you a lap dance or a blowjob?” she smiled.

“A pint of ale from the tap.” Ben paused. “I want to see the merchandise first before I order one of them. For her though,” Ben nodded at Mrs. Algood, “get her two lap dances at once.”

“Very good Mr. Holman. Your daughter is next up on dance stage 3.” Miss Wexler put the tray down and picked up two thigh dildos.

“What is the money going for today?”

Miss Wexler looked at her girls around the room. All in various states of undress. “The girls want to attend the national blow job tournament at the state capital in the spring.” She knelt in front of Mrs. Algood and strapped the first dildo just behind her left knee. She moved to attached the other dildo to her right knee.

“How come I’ve haven’t heard of it?”

“The girls wanted to keep it a secret, sir. Wanted to raise the money first, you know, learn the value of a dollar.”

“I see.”

Miss Wexler smiled as she secured the second dildo just behind the right knee. Now as the girls danced for Mrs. Algood, they could impale themselves on the dildos. She left to get the beer.

“You’ve been a good girl lately Mrs. Algood. Think of this as your reward.”