Future Imperfect Ch. 06

For the second time in three days, Steven was awakened by fervent knocking on his door.

"Hmmmmmm...." He answered, entirely unawake, although he jumped as his door was pushed open in a hurry.

"Steven, Lois!" Stephanie barged in looking dishevelled. "You won't believe what's bloody happened."

"What? What's going on?" Steven blinked as his light was turned on, Lois sitting up next to him rubbed the sleep from her eyes, her heavy breasts dangling from her top.

"Just, look." Going over to the television screen in the room, Stephanie turned it on to the news channel, where, in sleepy and blurry shock, Steven and Lois saw Maia giving a press conference.

"What..." Lois began, but Stephanie hushed her.

"As a loyal member of my party," the figure on the TV spoke, "I am sad to announce my resignation as Minister of Education for this great nation. I am even more upset to announce that this is due, in part, to my discovery of immense corruption within my party, and the last two governments. Corruption which spans the last three years and countless people, where the rights of the ordinary people, the indigenous people, have been trampled on for the sake of greed. We thought that, without men, we could be better. And I swear to you that we WILL be better! I call upon the entire parliament to call a vote of no confidence and to call a new election. I call upon the authorities to investigate all corruption and..."

The television switched off and Stephanie surveyed the reactions of the naked couple, who probably weren't aware of how closely their bodies were to each other, just naturally drawn to the other. "That's about the gist of it. They've been playing that practically on a loop since they made the announcement."

Still not quite awake, Steven furrowed his brow.

"I don't get it, when did she go back?"

"About two-thirty this morning according to security," Stephanie lied smoothly, "apparently the tapes show Maia taking an urgent phone call, then she called her people and left."

"So, not to sound selfish," Lois asked, stretching, the sight of her pendulous breasts falling under Stephanie's avarice gaze, "but what does this mean for us?"

Blushing at the use of 'us', Steven grinned. Sounded like Lois already had plans in mind, but Stephanie's gaze offered no suggestion.

"For now, it seems like you might have some free time, Steven. I suppose I could allow 'maid' Lois to join you for that period," she enunciated the position, "barring further instructions of course."

Lois bit her lip in pleasure, next to her Steven beamed. "However!" Stephanie warned them, "Rather than jumping straight back into it, I suggest you shower, dress, and we assess the situation over some breakfast. Does that sound acceptable Steven?"

Quite keen to get back into Lois, Steven thought it sounded very unacceptable, but he also saw the wisdom in it.

"Alright," he agreed, "we'll be out when we're showered. We'll try not to take too long..."

Rolling her eyes, Stephanie nodded before leaving the two little lovebirds to it. Honestly, she enjoyed a fuck as much as anyone, but couldn't they see the bigger picture, of what this announcement meant for Aotearoa? Talking about the bigger picture, she began wishing she had cameras in the showers as well.

Stepping out of bed Steven stretched his back a mess of aches and pains, yet enjoyed eyeing up his delectable bed companion. Entering the bathroom for a piss, he swapped out for Lois so she could complete her own ablutions before joining her in the shower. Swapping over, they shared a quick kiss as their bodies brushed against each other, and he couldn't help hope that she hurried up. They may have enjoyed parts of each other last night, but he wanted her fully in the here and now.

Hearing the shower turn on, the door parted slightly and, with a good turn of speed Steven walked through the door, to be greeted by the angelic vision of Lois naked and wet, water falling off her mountainous peaks like the most erotic of all waterfalls.

Walking up behind her, he couldn't help but press his erect cock against her ample buttocks, enjoying the contrast of the colour, his white skin against her milk chocolate variety. Fuck, she made him horny, even when he'd blown a massive load a few hours before. He couldn't help but, as the soap found its way down her body as she washed, start rubbing between her cheeks, his cock head already sensitive, Lois made no effort to stop him, instead focusing on soaping her body up, possibly a little bit more than was absolutely necessary.

It got to the point Steven could no longer resist and, in a moment of passion, pressed his lover up against the wall of the walk-in shower, causing her to gasp at the sudden cold that her nipples were pressed against, making them hard instantly. Steven was ignorant of this, instead focused entirely on sliding his cock inside her wet cunt and, holding her hips, fucking her slowly at first but then relentlessly. Lois gasped and moaned, slowly sliding a hand between her legs and rubbing her clit desperately.

It didn't take long before Steven, lust filling his body, began to feel the telltale signs of orgasm. Lois herself began shaking, her pussy contracting hard onto his thick cock.

This was too much for him and, pulling out of her, placed his cock between of her cheeks again and thrust twice. To his relief, his cum erupted all over his lover's back and arse, dripping slowly down her body before being washed off by the water, mixing in with the soap down the drain.

A few more strokes between her cheeks before he finally removed himself, allowing Lois to finish her shower in peace, the two washing each other's bodies, sharing kisses and adoring looks.

Steven was the first to leave the bathroom, leaving Lois to dry her hair, something that even she cursed the amount of time it took to do properly, but also wouldn't wear a shower cap, so Steven had no sympathy. He for one had to deal with his skin burning the moment the sun even poked out from behind the clouds, especially down here in New Zealand where the ozone was thinner, so he thought it only fair things were equal.

Entering the lounge, he could see Stephanie out on the balcony talking on the phone, so thought he'd leave her be for now, focusing on making breakfast, the fridge full of the ingredients for a fry-up, his usual post-shag meal. When his PA and, he admitted probably his only friend other than Lois, was finally finished on the phone, the bacon was done, the sausages were being plated up and Lois, to Steven's disappointment was dressed in her maid uniform from yesterday, her clothes in her own quarters. He wondered sometimes if she missed being away from the kids, staying here weeks at a time, but her family pretty much did most of the work anyway, New Zealand actively encouraging grandparents and the wider whanau (family) to raise children. Since they'd stopped being breastfed, she was barely needed, so why not come enjoy herself at work?

He couldn't help but grin as they sat down, himself and Lois unable to stop staring at the other, while Stephanie was unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes at their behaviour. Honestly, just like love-struck teenagers. If they kept this up, she was going to make Lois come to her quarters later and sit on her goddamn face until she calmed down this lovey-dovey bullshit.

"Okay, so, updates" Stephanie brought the two back to reality with a bang, "a vote has been tabled for this evening, and then the ruling party will start looking for candidates, blah blah, political bullshit." Taking a mouthful of her breakfast, she seethed at how long democracy took for a regime change. "I have, however, had word about your future, Steven, and it sounds like change is on the way. They want you to see a few more clients, but after that, they want you to take an active role in encouraging the Māori to have kids."

Taking another bite of sausage, she turned to see Steven and Lois looking at her eyes wide.

"Pardon?" Steven asked politely.

"The fuck are you talking about?" Lois demanded.

"Charming Lois, really. Anyway," she continued, focusing upon Steven, "there's a planned initiative to encourage Māori women to have kids, to increase the Māori population."

With an uncertain look in his eyes, Steven looked across at Lois, the love of his life and obviously also not a Māori.

"That sounds... interesting," he spoke diplomatically, "why's that then?"

Because New Zealand is different from the rest of the world mostly in part due to its cultural heritage, and if we as the native population don't eventually become the majority, we risk being at risk of being a satellite state of somewhere like Australia, or Britain."

"Not America?" Lois asked.

"Don't be so silly girl," Stephanie scoffed, "they've barely stopped fighting themselves, they're hardly in a position to return to the world's top table. Before the pandemic, the majority of nations were so close to becoming a clone of America, even those who considered themselves rivals, but now, we and the vast majority of countries can build upon our heritages as individuals while working together as equals and partners."

Steven noted that, despite knowing her for the last two years, this was the most fervent he'd seen Stephanie. From the moment that they were introduced, she'd been quiet, polite, and generally unassuming. Now though, now she was being quite forward and, if he had to choose an adjective, very pushy. It wasn't that he necessarily disagreed, just her manner in comparison to how she had been. It was the abrupt change he had a problem with.

"And that sounds fine," Steven chose his words carefully, "but this sounds quite close to nationalism, which is something that I've said before, I explicitly do not want to do."

"What are your biggest concerns about that plan?" Stephanie asked politely.

"I don't feel comfortable focusing upon one singular ethnicity or nationality at the expense

"When you were in India," Stephanie asked innocently, "did you sleep with a lot of non-Indians during your time over there?"

"That was slightly different..." Steven began, to be interrupted by Stephanie.

"Why? Because there was an emergency? It could well be considered that there's an emergency going on right here, right now. Our cultural identity is being eroded by outside forces."

"Then why," Steven forced himself back into the conversation, "are you so keen for a Pakeha like myself to be involved? Why not get one of the few Pasifika men over here if there's such a concern over foreigners?"

Stephanie dismissed that argument with a shrug.

"Pasifika, Caucasian, it doesn't matter which. There are no Māori men left, so it doesn't matter who the father is, it's the mothers being Maori themselves that is the main concern." She spoke coolly, calmly, as if she had everything organised. "In the future, there'll be more choices, but for now, we must make do."

Unable to prevent it from coming out, Steven laughed.

"There's your political slogan right there. 'We Must Make Do!' I can see everyone desperate for motherhood with that sort of thinking."

"After wartime," Stephanie countered, "women were expected to provide a baby boom and did so."

"We haven't been in a war."

"Of course we've been in a war!" Stephanie's voice rose, as did her fork, which contained a slice of bacon and slightly ruined the effect. "We lost half of our population in practically a day. That's more casualties than any other war put together."

Seeming to recognise that she was longer acting within her professional capacity and had undoubtedly overstepped her bounds, she coughed gently.

"My apologies Steven. This is a... rather delicate subject for many Māori, and I feel I may have let my emotions override my common sense. My deepest apologies."

"That's fine," Steven accepted, "but that doesn't change the fact that it's still a policy edging close to Nationalism, and when I was in India, I slept with those from all castes and religions, not just Hindi or Brahmin. I came to New Zealand to help everyone who lives here, not just one particular ethnicity of people. Five years we had a singular focus, increasing the world's population at any cost. Now, however, I, and all men and women can choose." Ignoring the expression on Stephanie's face, Steven speared a sausage. "You can let whoever your contact is know that I have no interest in becoming a spokesperson for a cause I don't believe in."

Pursing her lips, it was obvious that Stephanie was struggling to control her temper once more.

"I'm not sure that will go down very well..." She began speaking before Steven cut her off.

"It doesn't matter," he spoke with a mouthful of egg, "part of the agreement for the remaining men was to remain apolitical. Campaigning for a certain policy is the opposite of that."

"You didn't stay out of it when you thought the corrupted system was affecting you." Stephanie's eyes were narrow, her lips barely visible from how tight they'd gone. "Your arguments helped topple a government."

"As you said," Steven reiterated, "a corrupt government. While I sympathise with the Māori cause, I fought against fucking just rich, white women. Fucking just Māori women would be trading one extreme for the other, although I recognise the reasoning behind it."

"And yet, recognising the issue you would do nothing about it, even though it's within your ability?"

"I can't imagine I will change my mind Stephanie, but provide me with relevant information and I will at least consider it from an evidence-based perspective."

"I see," Stephanie said nothing else while finishing off her breakfast.

Lois sat between them, unnoticed by both that she looked worried, her glances split between the two of them. Having been playing the two off against each other, she realised that it was currently likely to come back and bite her on her not-inconsiderable arse, and she felt vulnerable.

Finishing off her breakfast, Stephanie stood, her body language barely hiding the effort she was putting into not lashing out.

"Thank you for breakfast Steven," her voice was expressionless, "it was, enjoyable." Placing her plate in the sink, she went to walk out of the flat. "Oh, Lois," she piped up, "when you've finished your meal, please come see me in my office. I think we need to discuss reassigning your duties."

Steven stood up, his face flushed. "Now, Stephanie," he began, "we had an agreement..."

"You're right," she interrupted, not turning to face him, "but as your chief of staff I have the final decision over the staff, and as you have made it very clear, it would be inappropriate for me to change those responsibilities now. Although I'm sure, if I thought it over, I could be convinced to change my mind. Now, don't be too long Lois."

And with that, she left, leaving Steven livid and Lois with tears falling down her face, something he didn't realise until he finally took his eyes off the doorway.

"That bloody woman," he cursed, "who the fuck does she... Oh Lois, Lois are you okay?"

She was openly weeping now, and he was completely taken aback by the change in both of his once closest friends' personalities, once so strong, but now arrogant and broken.

"Oh Steven," she cried, "I don't think you're going to forgive me."

Confusion reigned.

"The fuck are you talking about?" He asked his lover. "You didn't do this, none of this is your fault. Stephanie's just, well, she's either gone mad or she's stopped masking the crazy that was already there."

"You don't understand," Lois insisted, "this is what she's been pushing for from the very start. She's a political appointment, she wasn't here because she's a 'personal assistant', she was here to keep you in line and, and," once more, tears began to flow freely down her face, "she's been using me to help control you. I'm so sorry Steven..."

His mind was struggling to keep up.

"By, using you..." he spoke slowly, "How do you mean?"

"She," Lois gulped, "she's been using me to distract you from the bigger picture. When she knew we had a mutual attraction, she's been forcing me to convince you what she feels is best. I, "Oh I'm sorry Steven," she wailed, "but I've been sleeping with both of you..."

Steven stopped her then. "That doesn't bother me," he insisted, "I'm hardly a one-woman man, but I'm glad you've told me. Follow me." Holding her hand, he almost pulled Lois after him, leading her into the bedroom, but rather than pushing her onto the bed, he carried on into the bathroom, increasing his lovers confusion.

Rustling about under the sink, he pulled a slip of paper out from underneath before slipping it into Lois' hands.

"There's no cameras or microphones in here," he whispered, "when you get home, call that number and, you and your family, prepare to move."

"What..." Lois began, but Steven shook his head.

"You're not safe. Go, speak to Stephanie. If necessary, flat out quit, get home as fast as possible. Oh, and more than anything Lois..." his own eyes began to stream, "I love you. I love you with an intensity I've never known, and I'm so sorry, but depending on what happens next, I may not see you again, and I'm sorry." With that he kissed her, and while none of their previous moments had been lacking in passion, this had an intensity unfamiliar to them both. As their lips parted, he whispered. "Go Lois, go and be safe."

With that she left, her own face wet from tears, the slip of paper hidden, and went to face her fate.

As Steven heard the bedroom door close, he slipped under the sink once more, removing a phone he'd attached to a hidden area he'd made. Turning it on, he dialled the one number that was programmed onto it.

"Kelsy?" He spoke urgently as a voice answered. "It's Steven. I'm going to need extraction. It's gone bad here."

Epilogue

It was some hours later, barely midday, and Steven was enjoying a beer on the balcony, staring out onto the sea one last time.

No maids had been up, yet he'd made no attempt to call them. He had however made a couple more phone calls, although these had been made on his 'public' phone.

From his vantage point, he'd seen Lois leave. She looked so tired, so upset, and hadn't been able to look back up at Steven, but it loss or orders, he didn't know. He hoped desperately she'd be okay, but held no hope that he'd ever see her again. Without a doubt, she'd soon be on a plane back to South Africa.

It was as a few vans began to pull up outside the apartment that a knock came on his apartment door, although no time was given for him to answer, Stephanie pushing straight through, two members of security following behind.

"I don't suppose you want to explain that?" Stephanie demanded, gesturing at the vehicles below, now emptying of members of the press, and if they weren't the press, they randomly had camera's and microphones with them, for a strange aesthetic.

"Happy too!" Steven exclaimed. "Basically, I've called a press conference."

"You can't do that," Stephanie growled, "as your PA, it's my responsibility..."

"Oh sorry," he talked over her, "I didn't say. You're fired."

A grin crossed her face. "That's not your call, I'm a government representative..."

"Oh I know that." He loved the look on her face, being talked over obviously not something she enjoyed if it happened to her. "That's why I called the ministry and have informed them of my intention to leave. You're no longer required, and I shall be going now."

Walking past Stephanie and the security, who looked completely baffled, Steven made his way out of the apartment and headed towards the lift.

"How do you think you're going to get anywhere?" Stephanie demanded. "That phone is New Zealand property..."

Reaching the elevator, he pressed to go down and handed the phone directly to Stephanie.