Chapter 33

Politically things seemed to be going well. The General Assembly was starting to vote on judicial appointments and we expected to hear about Cynthia’s election any day.

Then I got a phone call from Richard Chapmann Jr.

“Mr. Becket we have a problem. I’d rather not discuss this on the phone. Would you mind getting together?”

“I suppose I could try to make it up the Richmond...”

“Oh I couldn’t ask you to do that. I was thinking of driving down to Lesserton. Would that be a problem?”

“Not at all.”

“What do you suppose it’s about?” Darla asked when I explained the call to Emily and her.

“I don’t know,” I answered. “We’ll know tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow. It must be important for him travel all the way out here from Richmond on a day’s notice.”

“Maybe it would be best if Miranda wasn’t home,” I said.

“Okay,” Darla said while Emily nodded. “We can take her shopping. What about Cheyenne?”

“Maybe ask her to tone down the outfit and actually serve drinks, like the kind of domestic a power player might expect to see?”

“Good luck with that,” Emily said.

I got a text from Chapmann when his plane landed at the airport. He would be arriving in about an hour. Fifteen minutes before he could arrive Darla, Miranda and Emily left the loft to do some shopping. I examined Cheyenne’s daily uniform. While not exactly benign, it also was not porn quality. It looked like a traditional maid’s outfit: black dress with white trim, knee length, white apron and lace white hairband. She was even wearing sensible white trainers.

About when expected, the doorbell announced my visitor. I unlocked the door and said, “Come on up.”

Chapmann was dressed in a gray wool overcoat, not unreasonable considering the cold temperature. Cheyenne fluttered around him taking his coat. After hanging it in the closet she asked, “Coffee, sir?”

“No thank you. I assume, Mr. Becket, there is somewhere we can talk privately?”

“Sure, let’s go back to my office.”

I led the way down the hall and into the bedroom suite. The office door was right next to the bedroom entrance and I gestured to one of the chairs in the sitting area.

“Please call me Danny.”

“Sure. I’m Dick,” he said settling down in the chair.

“So what can I do for the senator?”

“We have a problem, as I said. A member of the House of Delegates has decided to contest Ms. Smith’s candidacy.”

“Any idea why?”

“As a matter of fact. Delegate Booth use to work for the senator. She and Ms. Smith are ... acquainted with each other. She’s got some kind of ax to grind.”

“That is unfortunate,” I said. “But you could have given me this information on the phone.”

Dick looked uncomfortable. Maybe rethinking something that he had already decided?

“True. But as you know, your uncle was a strong supporter of the Senator. He also was known to have the ability ... the leverage ... to sometimes convince people to be more ... tractable.”

“Yes,” I said wondering how much he knew. “Uncle Tony managed to have a lot of friends in certain places. I believe he supported Delegate Booth.”

“So it was my understanding.”

“It’s a shame he’s no longer with us. I am but a poor substitute. But perhaps I might be of help.”

“The Senator would be grateful and it would certainly help the town for Ms. Smith to be elected.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” I answered.

He stood. Our business was obviously over.

“Are you heading right back?”

“I have a charter waiting for me.”

“Before you go perhaps I could interest you in that coffee.”

“Sure,” he said sitting back down.

I touched the display on my desk. “Cheyenne, our guest would like that coffee now.”

In less than a minute I heard a knock on the office door. Cheyenne appeared with a silver tray which held a carafe of coffee and a silver serving set, with a creamer and sugar bowl, as well as a box of sugar substitutes. Cheyenne placed the tray on the coffee table and poured into both of the cups on the tray.

“Cream or sugar, sir,” she said.

Chapmann seemed to really look at her for the first time.

“Maureen?”

Cheyenne dropped the cup she was holding. Fortunately it was mere inches above the tray and only a little coffee spilled out.

“Danny.” I could hear the accusation in his voice. “You have an OnlyFans girl as your maid?”

“Ex-OnlyFans girl,” I said. “Are you a fan?”

He looked concerned and then laughed. “I suppose it’s only fitting. You know I’ve been here before? To this house?”

“Yes,” I said.

Cheyenne was standing up straight now. She stood the way a woman does that wants to be notice. “So are you a fan?” she said.

Dick looked like he was not going to answer. Then he looked up into her face and seemed to change his mind.

“Dick 231 & the Cat,” he said at last.

“Oh. Two of my favorites.”

“My wife, Catherine is a big fan.”

“It would be a shame for you to have come all this way and not get a kiss at least,” Cheyenne said.

She bent down so that her head was level with the aid. I could see Chapmann’s eyes drift to the cleavage that was now displayed for him. She leaned forward. Her face was now just inches from his. I saw her tongue move to moisten her lips.

“I always take care of my fans,” she said pivoting forward. She reached up and grasped his tie, pulling him into her.

Somehow, as I watched, Cheyenne managed to slip into the man’s lap. I smirked as his hands began to move over her body. After they had managed to explore each other’s mouths for a good five minutes the maid pulled away so that he could breath. They were both panting.

“I should be going,” he said making no move to get the maid off his lap.

“No need to be hasty there Dick. Cheyenne is a full service maid.”

I could see the wheels moving behind his eyes.

“What does that mean?” he asked finally.

Cheyenne stood and stepped over to me. Grabbing the front of my shirt, as she had grabbed his she pulled me into a blistering kiss that I fully cooperated with.

“It means that we can have lots of fun, Dick,” she said. “If you want to play.” She looked down at his lap. The gray wool trousers, though masterfully tailored, could not hide his emerging erection. “Oh I see you do.”

Cheyenne stepped back over to him and presented her hand. He took it and she led them both over to me. Taking my hand in her free hand she pulled us both into the bedroom. Leading us over to the bed she gestured for us to sit down beside each other. After we sat the redhead reached down and began to remove my shoes. When she had them off she reached up and began to work on my belt. She then unbuttoned my chinos and slid them down my legs. Hooking the band of my boxers she freed my now hard prick.

Bending down her mouth enveloped me. I involuntarily moaned as her tongue traced the ridge under the head. Her head bobbed half a dozen times and then she released me.

Moving over to my guest she removed his shoes. When she got to his briefs his prick bounced up, slapping her cheek. She giggled and then reached up to grasp him, so that she could run her tongue over his stalk. She traced up one side and down the other before starting to work on him with her mouth.

Chapmann was pulling at his tie. When he managed to get that off he started working on his shirt. I stood and doffed the rest of my clothes as Cheyenne continued to fellate him.

I then stood and moved around behind her. Pulling the woman to her feet, she was forced to bend over to keep his dick in her mouth. I reached under her skirt and hooked my fingers in her panties. Naturally they were above her stockings and so slipped right off. I flipped her skirt up and bared her creamy ass. Reaching down I fingered her slit. I was not surprised to find it was soaked.

Moving closer I nudged her lips with the tip of my cock. Cheyenne pushed him deeper into her mouth. She made gagging sounds and Chapmann groaned. I shoved until I was set totally into her. We were spit roasting the hot maid, who was enjoying every minute of it.

Cheyenne started grunting and I could see a rash moving down her body. I easily recognized the impending climax about to overwhelm her. I reached around and began to diddle her clit. She grunted again and pulled off Chapmann, continuing to run her hand over his cock as her body began to jerk.

“Ohhh fuck yes!” she cried.

Her cum was quick and jarring. I was not close yet and plowed her through it. As soon as she regain control of her body she moved forward to pull off my prick.

“Move up,” she ordered him. Chapmann slide across the bed. Cheyenne climbed over him, facing his feet. Reaching down she placed his prick in her slit and sat on it. She groaned as it plunged deep within her.

She hunched up once or twice and then looked up at me. Stretching her hand out she made a come hither motion to me. I stepped closer to the bed. I crawled up until I was kneeling between Chapmann’s legs, close enough for Cheyenne to reach me. The redhead reached around me, her hands cupping my ass. She then pulled me closer until she could slip her mouth over my sloppy prick, still coated with her own juices.

I pivoted forward, knowing she wanted me to fuck her face. I pushed all the way in. The redhead’s gagging reflex clicked in and I tried to withdraw, but Cheyenne’s hands on my ass held me in her. I saw her eyes begin to roll back in her head and pulled out some to allow her to breath. Somehow through all this her hips were moving like a machine, no doubt causing her cunt to do a number on the aid’s prick.

Chapmann reached up and began to diddle her clit and Cheyenne’s movements became erratic as another orgasm pummeled her.

I felt my balls tingle as I started to cum. Cheyenne pull her mouth off me as her hand slid over me, pointing my prick at her face. I spurt, the thick cum hitting her nose and dripping down to her mouth.

“Oh fuck. Cum for me,” she cried.

Chapmann grunted and I saw his hip thrust off the bed as he came inside my slutty redheaded maid.

Two more of my shots sprayed on her face. Cheyenne licked me clean and then used her hand to push all my spluge into her mouth. Meanwhile she sat fully on Chapmann’s softening dick.

Our shower was big enough for three. Cheyenne managed to scrub both our backs while we maintain reasonable distance from each other. Dick caught my eye and we smirked at each other before attacking a wet Cheyenne between us. Dick managed to get behind her so he could slip his dick into her once more, while I worked on her breasts. She gave me a hand job which resulted in me painting her thighs while Chapmann douched her out with his sperm.

Cheyenne kissed us both and then grabbed her clothing and left the bedroom.

“You and Catherine should come back and visit, Dick,” I said while we dressed. “I know Darla and Emily would be all over you.”

“Darla and Emily?”

“My wives.” His eyebrows went up.

“We’ll have to set something up after the session,” he said.

After Dick Chapmann left I gave Cheyenne the rest of the day off. She needed it to recover.

“So how did your meeting go?” Darla asked.

After shopping I helped the three ladies bring up their purchases. Then Miranda headed to the local bank to transfer some funds contingent to her move.

“Bad and good,” I answered. “As the man said we have a problem. There’s someone trying to poleaxe Cynthia’s election.”

“Why tell you?”

“I get the feeling Tony was a go to guy on handling this kind of thing.”

“That sounds a bit ominous. So who’s the problem?”

“Rebecca Booth.”

“Why does that name sound familiar?” Emily asked.

“Because we’ve heard of her before,” Darla said. “She was one of the guest at the Chapmann hot tub party.”

“Oh shit! The aid?”

“Yeah.”

“Are we still contributing to her?” I asked, looking for some way to do something.

Darla shook her head.

“Why not?” I asked.

“It’s a little complicated. Effectively in Virginia there are no limits on the amount of money an individual can contribute to an in-state candidate. If you’re talking about federal office then the national limits apply. There are reporting requirements though. And little Ms. Booth was less than transparent in her reporting.”

“How do you know that?” Emily asked, before I could.

“I had David Burger help me look into it. So when we decided to give another round last year we skipped her.”