Chapter 13

"He certainly is a charmer," Gabrille remarked, as she joined Chris' side holding a long stemmed glass of white wine. It was Inaugeration Night as the new President took office hours earlier. Gabrielle was wearing the same sexy silver silk gown as she did two years ago at the Thanksgiving dinner where she was asked to fill Wayne Franklin's term. Now she had won the re-election die herself, Gabrielle was now the junior Senator of Michigan.

"Charmer or bullshitter," Chris chuckled.

"Same meaning," Gabrielle took a sip. The music started. Chris and Senator Cunningham stepped on the dance floor and embraced moving to the rhythm of the number being played by the excellent orchestra. Within ten feet President Summers and his lovely wife also danced. Already being cleared by the Secret Service, they were permitted within that range.

"She's beautiful," Gabrielle commented on the new first lady. "I love her gown." Louise Summers was a stunning redhead with white white skin, green eyes, and winsome smile. Her body was one to die for. Tall, slim, supple breasts, long shapely legs that briefly appeared through the long slit of her emerald gown.

"You've got her beat by a mile," Chris smiled down at his pixie wife.

"That's because I seldom say no to you," she lightly rubbed his crotch with her sternum. "Keep the gate open at all times for her master to enter whenever he wishes makes a wife all the more wanting."

"Gaby, if he's a bullshitter, you are the best at it."

Gabrielle didn't reply. She put her head on his chest with a contentment a woman had with her ideal life. She easily won re-election and was sworn in a few weeks earlier. Her girls were almost women and would leave the nest all too soon. She had a husband she loved more than life itself. All her older brothers worked for her. Instead of being the beasts they were before, they went out of their way to do everything she needed. Of course, they were paid well and had gorgeous wives and kids themselves. However sometimes they briefly would go back to their old ways and play a prank or two on her.

Matt was one of the chiefs of police in the House. Him and Erin were still happily married though they playfully loved bickering. Mark was her chief of staff in her Senate office. Luke worked in her office complex and still teased her when he could not be overheard. John ran the Grand Rapids home office. Her father died eight years ago and her mother resided in their old home in Chicago with her widowed sister.

"A penny for your thoughts," Chris said.

"My thoughts are worth more than a penny. Two cents now," she smiled up at him, wishing they were home watching a ppv movie on television or making love. She loved Oscar being in her. He was an accomplished lover and gave her the most wonderful unexplainable pleasureable feelings while making love.

"Inflation has gone through the roof," he chuckled. "Okay, I'll pay."

"I was thinking how much I love you," she brushed his crotch again.

"Gaby, you work wonders on me. Outside that spat we had ten years ago deciding a public or private school for the girls, we haven't a major fight."

"Chris, that subject is closed. Shut up."

"Yes dear."

"How long are we expected to stay here? I'd like to get home."

"Get my fur and I'll say our good-byes to everyone here."

On the way home in a rented limo, Gabrielle rested her head on Chris' arm. Though her eyes were closed she was aware of everything going on around her. Her thoughts drifted back to two years ago to her first day in her new Senate office. She thought she would get Wayne Franklin's old complex but she was in the middle part of the building in a wing with little foot traffic.

On that day, Chris locked the door to her inner office. He ripped off Gabrielle's panties, bent her over her desk, and stuck his hardness into her from behind. Gabrielle fought him until halfway through the act. Her feet just bounced off his muscular thighs like a baby trying to hurt a parent with its hands.

"Enjoy it, baby," he breathed into her ear.

"You'll pay for this," she sneered through clenched teeth. She tried moving her hips to make him slip out. But he was careful to stay in her only pulling out halfway before plunging back in again. It went on for another minute until his cock started turning her will to fight to that of wanting him to continue. He felt her starting to go with the flow. By the time he shot his seed into her, she had two orgasms. One almost caused to her to shriek out.

"As I said, you'll pay for this," she picked up the torn panties, wiped her pussy, and put them in her woolen coat pocket. "In spades," she added.

"You loved it, Gaby," Chris handed her a fresh pair of panties he stole at home. It was evident that this whole scenario was planned. "I just wanted to be the first to baptize you into this office."

"Oh you expect me to be the Senate whore? Fucking every guy that walks in here?"

"Gaby, you're addicted to my cock and you know it."

"I think you'd better leave. You left your cum you want to put in your secretary in me," she smirked. Martha was sixty and obese and often the object of some of their jokes.

"Dinner at Myron's tonight."

"Fine, now get out!"