Ambassador's Delights
Chapter 7: Exciting Times
Copyright© 2010 by Charm Brights
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 7: Exciting Times - It is a great honour to be appointed Ambassador of the United States. When President Maria Suarez appoints Professor Klein as her Ambassador to Kobekistan the objectives of US policy are to help that country out of the feudal age of being ruled by the Emir, and to sell them US products. How will Professor Klein fare in a country which is ruled largely by the whip? Will the Professor resist the sexual temptations, and the dominance/submission culture so prevalent in such a society?
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic NonConsensual Reluctant Rape Coercion Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Historical BDSM DomSub MaleDom Spanking Rough Humiliation Sadistic Group Sex Harem Interracial First Oral Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism Teacher/Student Caution Violent School
After the Primaries and the Party caucus confirmed Maria Jeslyn Suarez as the official candidate for President of the United States, Sharon had a telephone call from someone she had never heard of, one Brett Aspinall, asking her first if she was a registered member of Maria's Party.
"No, I'm not registered with any political party," she answered, "And I'm not giving money to any politicians. I never have and I don't intend to start now."
"I don't want money, at least not from you," he replied, "I don't even want your promise to vote for Maria, but she did say you might be willing to help. I believe you were friends once, close friends?"
"We were students together, if that's what you mean. What does she want this time?"
Brett sounded less confident when he said, "She suggested you might be willing to help us by translating some campaign literature into Arabic, and maybe talking to some immigrant audiences?" then he hastened to add, "We would pay your expenses, of course."
"Well ... I suppose I could translate for you. Email them over and I'll do what I can."
"I thought you were an expert?" he queried, "What would be the problem translating?"
"Nobody is ever a real expert in any language they learned after the age of five," she answered tartly, "But I expect I am as good as most. I am, however, rather busy as Professor of Classical and Modern Arabic here at the university."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply..." his voice tailed off.
'Score one for the academics versus the politicians, ' she thought, smiling to herself.
After a short silence which she felt no compulsion to break, he continued, "Could you come to Washington to talk about it? ... Please?"
The "please" had all the hallmarks of a rarely used afterthought.
"I suppose I could be there Saturday afternoon," she said cautiously, "if you email me directions. Directions to your office I mean; I do actually know where Washington is."
Arriving at the campaign headquarters, she found the expected controlled chaos as the building almost shook from the combined activity of what seemed like hundreds of students, mostly male she noticed. More surprisingly, she was expected, and was immediately escorted to an office hidden away at the back of the building, guarded by heavily armed police.
"Good. I'm glad you could come," said Maria as Sharon was ushered in, "Meet Brett Aspinall, my campaign head of communications. Hands off, by the way, he's all mine."
"Good afternoon to you too, Senator Maria. You haven't changed a bit, except the hair, of course."