Chapter 4: Mrs. Diane Algood

Ben Holman was sitting at his desk going over his days schedule. He was owner, president, and CEO of Holman Political Consultants. He was also a political operative for the Conservative Religious Action Party, better known as CRAP. CRAP had the presidency, both houses of Congress plus the majority of the SCOTUS. The party controlled everything.

This morning though, Ben was hiring for a cock warmer and his lobby was full of fourteen year-old girls, all recent dropouts.

Mrs. Diane Algood was the chief pimp of HPC. She supervised the women and girls in the office, provided Ben and the other males in the office with girls, set up orgies for the church, strip tease parties for the local schools, provided free sex to local businesses, and kept the mayor’s office happy. Her office kept HPC’s website up to date with the latest pricing plans for girls and upcoming events.

She was also responsible for pimping out the girls for use at CRAP party headquarters and CRAP party events around the country. The girls and women traveled by private jet and stayed at the best hotels. Only the best for the party.

“How many girls do we have out there?”

“About a hundred girls sir. There’s a line out the door and down the block.”

Ben chuckled. “Pick one, that’s all I need.”

“My daughter sir.”

“Really? This should be interesting. Bring her in.”

“Yes sir,” smiled Diane.

She stepped outside the office door and waved her hand. Diane stepped aside as her daughter walked in the door. The girl had red hair and blue eyes. Her hair was in a pony.

“Stand in front of his desk,” Diane told her daughter. Diane walked over and stood in the corner holding her tablet. Mr. Holman would take it from here.

“What’s your name?”

“Darcy sir.” She was as nervous as could be. She was in the presence of the great man. The one that presidents turned to for advice and consultation.

Ben looked at Diane. “You didn’t tell me you had a beautiful whore.”

Diane and her husband, Darryl, had one child, Darcy. Darryl wasn’t a member of the St Dom club as he was a low level employee in the city and county building. He had hope to curry favor with Mr. Holman, something like a better paying job, and Darcy was the way to do that. Diane knew that Ben wouldn’t help her husband but she didn’t tell Darryl that.

Diane had plans of her own. She hoped to move up within HPC by offering her daughter to Mr. Holman. Darcy would be her ticket to moving up in the organization. Diane didn’t tell her daughter what her plans were, but she would gladly use her daughter to get ahead.

“Right, well let’s get this going. You’re here for the cock warmer job.”

“Yes sir.”

“How old are you?” he asked as he scrolled on his tablet.

“Just turned fourteen last month sir.”

“Are you intact?”

“Yes sir.”

“Why hasn’t your old man popped you yet?”

“I don’t know sir.”

Ben looked over at Diane.

“He wanted to offer Darcy intact to you sir so that he might get a better paying job. Give you the honors of breaking her in.”

Ben grunted. “What did you tell him?”

“I didn’t say anything sir. I knew that you wouldn’t help the bastard. But I knew it would give you pleasure to break her in.”

Ben nodded. “Good thinking Mrs. Algood.” Diane smiled, she had guessed right.

Ben scrolled on the tablet. “It says here you dropped out of school at the end of last school year.”

“Yes sir.”

Most girls rarely went on to high school. Most girls dropped out at end of their eighth grade year.

“Hmm, you got a C minus in writing your name,” Ben turned the tablet on its side. “Can’t even fucking read your signature.” He scrolled again. “Can count to 75, and are better at adding than subtracting.”

“Yes sir.”

“Ah here we go. A minus in fashion, A plus in make-up, can hold your breath for three minutes and forty-five seconds, very good.”

Mother and daughter beamed with pride. Diane had worked with her daughter on longer and longer dildos. She knew Mr. Holman prized girls who could deep throat and hold their breath for minutes at a time. Diane had purchased a 24 inch double headed dildo so that they could both practice inserting the dildo down their throats so that their lips touched, the tip of their noses touched, and they could look into each others eyes, encouraging each other to hold their breath a little longer.

“Let’s see,” Ben scrolled on the tablet. “The longest cock you can deep throat is thirteen inches, impressive. Says here you’re certified on dancing in six inch stiletto’s.”

“Yes sir!” smiled Darcy. She had gotten an A plus in pole dancing with the stiletto’s. Other girls had a hard time with the stiletto’s as they got sprained ankles and twisted knees and such.

Ben put down the tablet. He looked her up and down. She was wearing a white halter top, no bra, and a blue mini-skirt.

“You’re just the kind of fresh meat the party is looking for.”

“Yes sir.” beamed Darcy.

“You’re mother is the chief pimp of the office. As such she makes this office money, lots of money, its how I stay in business. The girls and women employed by my company are here to make me money.”

“Yes sir.” Darcy knew this already. Her mother had talked to her about it.

“You’re mother will pimp you out to other men and boys, organizations, churches, schools, businesses, and whatever else she and I can think of.”

“Yes sir.” Darcy was ready to have a real job.

Ben stood up. “Come around here and take my cock out.”

Darcy hurried around the desk, knelt in front of him, pulled the zipper down and pulled his cock out. At least twelve inches she thought.

Darcy started to gently rub it up and down, bringing it to life.

“Your mother will assign you as a cock warmer. As a cock warmer, you’re job is to make love to it, keep it in your mouth, keep it warm. You are to ignore what’s going on around you and what you hear. Your focus is the cock in front of you.”

“Yes sir.”

Darcy kissed the tip and down the side and back up again. She rubbed his cock around her neck, cheek and forehead.

“Let’s see how long you can hold your breath. Mrs. Algood, time her.” Ben said as he sat down and Darcy moved forward with him. She moved her mouth all the way down to his pubic hair, resting her nose on his stomach.

Ben reached for his tablet and placed it on her head.

“What is on the schedule today?”

“You have a meeting with the mayor in twenty minutes to go over his reelection prospects. Then a call with president at 11...”

“Ah yes, he wants to get advice on the type of girls he should have as White House staff. He says that if he’s going to change the country, he needs to start in the White House.”

“Yes sir.” Diane felt pride at being in the presence of a man that presidents turned too. “lunch at the golf club, at one, you have the grand opening of the Holman Political Consultants bordello over at tenth and main.”

“Oh yes, how could I forget. The place is fully staffed?”

“Yes sir, we have a nice mix of younger girls and older women.”

“Ha! It’s always fun to watch the older women try and compete with the younger cunts.”

“Yes sir.” smiled Diane. She had the honor of selecting the female staff.

“Who is the madam?”

“Fifteen year-old Kristi Jeffries.”

“Jeffries?”

“Yes sir. Robert Jeffries, one of our deep pocket political donors. Owner of the Jeffries Engineering firm, the company that built the bordello.”

“Oh yes.”

“I thought by putting his daughter in charge of the bordello, that would keep us front and center with Mr. Jeffries donations.”