My Only Talent Ch. 43

In twenty minutes, as people left the dinner, many were getting texts and checking their phones, then whispering to each other and staring at Debbie. She was one of the only ones that hadn't seen the images yet. Her phone was on mute.

A million more previously clueless social media followers everywhere now knew exactly who Jay and Millie Kincaid were, and they liked them. More news organization set up to follow them and research them. Instagram filled up with pictures of women sitting next to their big screen with Jay's image from Debbie's video, with captions like "Pick me, Millie" and "Dear Jay and Millie: I am available".

By the time Debbie looked at her phone, she had 50 messages. The first one had a link. She opened it and stared in disbelief. She shuffled to her car in a trance, got in and locked the doors. She killed her hotspot feed. That bitch Binkie had betrayed her. A text came in, from Binkie. "I'm not paying you a penny for a failure."

Debbie jumped as someone knocked on her car window. It was Millie! Debbie rolled the window down, anger suddenly welling up in her. "Come to gloat, Mrs. Kincaid?"

Millie smiled. "Not at all Charlotte, or should I say Debbie. Best PR we could have."

Debbie couldn't think of anything to say.

Millie leaned closer and then looked down Debbie's dress! "After the election, and if you leave your cameras at home, perhaps you should come visit us? We will discipline you and then give you a chance to make it up to us, all in private, of course." Millie turned and walked away swaying her hips provocatively.

Debbie Delaney did not see that coming. But life was full of surprises, wasn't it?

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Suzane Pliskin looked up Steven's records on her laptop. Given his degree plan and the relatively few sections offered each semester, there were only two possible graduate classes that he could take that would apply, and neither of them were on her teaching calendar. She realized he should already know that. So why was he here?

She looked up again and made eye contact, searching for an insight. He held her gaze for just a moment, then looked down. Something stirred in her. "There are only two classes that would work for you, Steven. In fact, your schedule is almost completely constrained by the class offerings. So, you really don't need my advice, do you?"

He kept looking down. She stood and walked around her desk, until her feet were in his line of sight. She was glad she wore her long leather boots. He stared at her boots, gulped audibly, but did not look away, nor did he look up.

"Perhaps you need some individual attention, Steven? Some personal counseling?"

He looked up for just an instant, then his eyes went down again. He was supposed to act excited. But he didn't need to act. That controlling tone in her voice was doing something to him, something he had never experienced before.

She walked close enough that he could smell her subtle perfume. He heard his own heart thundering in his chest. "Do you live close to campus, Steven?"

The people at the Pentagon had arranged a sublet apartment in a small but venerable old complex on F street NW, the nicest place Steven had ever lived in. Not by coincidence, it was within walking distance, small enough to have little in and out traffic, and with a discrete back entrance. Suzanne was staying at her parent's house in Georgetown. Mike spent most of his time at the rehab hospital.

His voice cracked as he answered. "Yes, a short walk from here in fact." His heart rate went even higher.

She smiled. "Let me get my coat. I am finished here for the afternoon. Let's walk out together." It sounded more like a command than a request. He stood still and waited for her to lead.

She strutted more than walked. He couldn't take his eyes off her legs and those damn boots. When the elevator door closed, she gently touched his backside, and spoke in that commanding voice. "You know Steven, sometimes learning takes hard work and discipline. Sometimes a teacher must strongly discipline a student, to make sure to have their complete attention."

She pinched his butt, not hard, but sharply. He discovered he liked it. He stood still. The gentle touch returned, with a little circular petting motion. Suddenly he was so hard he was afraid he couldn't walk out of the elevator. Just before the door opened, she moved her hand to the front on his pants and deftly outlined his erection.

"You are a promising pupil, Steven. You must do your best not to disappoint me!"

The door opened and he stood frozen. "Show me your place Steven!" she commanded.

The apartment had only been available furnished, and the décor was 1980 or before. Overstuffed sofa, dark wood paneling, little landscapes on the walls. In the living room, there was a big overstuffed recliner with a footrest, placed so it could look out into the courtyard through the window. The kitchen was more properly called a kitchenette, and Steven had no idea how to cook anything beyond boiling water or starting the microwave oven.

As the door closed behind her, she strode between him and the window, so the light was at her back. "Sit in the chair, Steven." He did so without thinking. It was a low chair, so his eyes were now level with her knees. He had a very nice view of her legs.

"I saw that you were in the military Steven, so you know how important it is to follow orders?"

He nodded.

"Follow them completely, quickly, and without hesitation?"

He nodded again.

"I need verbal answers, Steven. In complete sentences."

"Yes, I will do what you say."

"Yes, I will do what you say, what?"

He remembered his training. "Yes. I will do what you say. Mistress!"

She smiled that tight little smile. "We will meet here twice a week, after my office hours on Tuesday and Thursday. I will instruct you. You will give me your all and do you best to learn, won't you Steven?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"I am sure you will find what you learn valuable, Steven. Enjoyable, too."

She put her left foot up on the footrest, revealing a tantalizing view of her leg and incredibly muscular thighs. His heartrate zoomed like he was running in soft sand again.

"Do you like my boots, Steven?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Consider this our first date, Steven."

He looked puzzled. She laughed. "Don't you want to give me a goodnight kiss on our first date, Steven?"

She shook her leg a little, making it crystal clear what he was supposed to kiss. As he bent down to his right, she let her leg roll a bit to her left, opening up the space between her legs. He smelled her perfume even more strongly and desperately wanted to kiss up from her foot to her thighs.

She planted her foot on the stool and them lifted her other foot and put it on the back of his neck, pressing his head down onto her left boot.

"Lick it, Steven!"

He did. The texture and smell of the leather fascinated him. She dug her bootheel into his neck and pushed him down, then let him inch his way up. Just when his lips were about to reach the top of the boot and touch the flesh just above them, she pushed his head down again all the way to her ankle. Three times he made that journey, hoping to reach the top.

Suddenly she grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head back, hard, looking him right in the eyes. "Patience and devotion, Steven! All things come to those who wait, work hard, and follow orders!"

"Yes Mistress!"

"I'll see you here Tuesday. Think about how best to serve me, Steven!"

"Yes Mistress!"

As the door closed behind her, he thought to himself what a crazy assignment this was. Still, it was a lot more fun than the obstacle course, or SERE. The apartment and all the school expenses were paid for, and he got a great DC area per diem allowance, so the food was good. The building even had a small gym so he could keep up his workouts, and he had seen some very interesting women walking around the area. Sometimes it's best to just play the hand you're dealt.

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Pepe "Guapo" Flores was feeling pretty good. Jay Kincaid looked like a sure bet not only for the Texas State House, but the US Congress in DC and maybe well beyond that. That meant Pepe had a good gig going for the foreseeable future, as a security guy, advance man, body man, maybe even a legislative aide. Things were really looking up.

What he really needed now was a hot girlfriend. He had followed Binky and Ashley enough to know where they hung out when they were not on the air or following Jay, and he knew that Binky had left town after the video takedown that Stuckey had helped to arrange. He also saw the fiasco at one of Jay's donor dinners. He was still fascinated by Ashley Armstrong and decided to see what she was up to now.

As he suspected, Ashley was drowning her sorrows at her usual hangout, a "bookstore bar" in Fort Worth. It used to be a pharmacy and bookstore and was decorated very old school. It was an upscale scene, full of what they used to call yuppies. More importantly, it was very female friendly and full of well-dressed women.

Sure enough, Ashley was in the downstairs bar, listening to the band and putting away Margaritas steadily. Pepe watched as two banker types tried to pick her up, but she was not responding. They gave up and walked away, and Ashley had another Margarita. The bartender told her that was the last one that he could serve her. She got loud.

Pepe walked up and sat on the stool next to her and give the bartender one of his best cop looks as if to say, "I got this."

Ashley looked at Pepe and said, "Will you buy me a Margarita, new guy?" He had a hawk faced look, but a nice tight little body, and kind eyes.

Pepe said, "No Ashley, I won't. You have had enough."

"Oh, hell I'm fine. How do you know my name?"

"Pepe Flores. I worked a few accidents and crime scenes for Kaufman County Sheriff's Department, so I know who you are, but you probably never noticed me."

"Well, Pepe, if I'm lucky I may get to cover wrecks in Kaufman County again, if they don't just fire me!"

"I always thought you were pretty good Ashley. You probably got the job because you look so great on camera, but I like the way you did your stories."

"You're just trying to flatter me, huh?"

"Well, I do think you are hot. But if you try to drive home right now, you might end up getting a DWI like Stuckey Jones."

"That asshole! Would you arrest me?"

"I might like to handcuff you, but I would be tempted to just take you home."

The Margaritas were really hitting her now. "I came in an uber, so I wouldn't risk a DWI. But if you take me home, would you try to take advantage of me?"

"I really like you Ashley, so I would try, but you can always say no."

"Then take me home Sherriff, If I am still conscious when we get there, ask for my consent."

"If you're not, I'll put you to bed alone."

"My hero."

Ashley was just barely able to walk to Pepe's Explorer, with him bearing about 60% of her weight all the way. She got the giggles for a while, and then drifted off. He knew where her apartment was, and it took about 30 minutes to get there. The fresh air on the way revived her enough so that she could find her keys in her purse and give them to Pepe so he could open the door.

He had to carry her to the bed, and she slipped her beneath the sheets, and turned to leave. But she threw off the covers and looked at him with a funny expression.

"I need to pee, Peepee!" She got the giggles again. "Help me stand up, please?"

He got her to the toilet, and she sat down and managed to get her panties down by herself. Pepe, just on the other side of the bathroom door, was surprised at how much noise she made and how long it went on. He heard the flush, and then water running in the sink for a while. She opened the door, suddenly looking more together and much closer to sober.

She gave Pepe a very hot look. "It's Saturday night about midnight, in my apartment on Forest Lane in North Dallas. I let you pick me up at Thompson's in Fort Worth, where I was hoping to get drunk and get laid. Then I let you take me home and come into my apartment. Correct?"

Pepe actually looked embarrassed. She gave him an even hotter look. He felt himself responding.

"So, Sheriff, would you say I am aware, oriented and in touch with my facilities?"

He was not sure where he was going with this, but she did seem mentally competent. "Yes, and?"

"So, am I legally able to give consent?"

So that was it. "Yes, I would say so."

"Sometimes Pepe, a girl just wants to lay back and get fucked, and not think about anything else!" She stepped into him, kissed him, and squeezed his butt. She noticed it was very tight and very warm.

Pepe was suddenly in another world. What was it that Tony Romo had said about that singer? "Sexual Napalm?" He was feeling the fire. Ashley's taste and smell burned on his skin. Her hand on his butt triggered a storm of hormones and feelings he had never felt before. His veins were burning with need. Every breath he took seemed to send more oxygen and energy right into his cock.

Their clothing disappeared and they stumbled into Ashley's bedroom. It was a mess, with clothes and stuff everywhere. Pepe swept everything off the bed and threw Ashley across it. Their hands flew all over each other. She was incredibly wet, and he was incredibly hard. It was like two of those strong neodymium magnets with the warning labels snapping together, and he plunged into her savagely. She thrust up at him just as hard.

"Yeah!" She growled. "Yeah!" Her fingernails dug into his butt, urging him further into her. The bed was already soaked. He rocked like a windup toy. She took it all. Her breath came in shuddering gulps and then stopped as she spasmed for several seconds.

Pepe barely noticed. He fucked on. He was in a daze. It went on for quite a while. Ashley made a lot of noise. Suddenly white light burned through his head and he came, pinning her to the bed and driving it into her like an animal. They both burst into tears. It was unlike anything they had ever felt, or even thought about.

They just tried to catch their breath for several minutes. They both realized that something very profound had just happened. Pepe was elated. Ashley was terrified.

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Chrissy and I finally settled into an extended cuddle about 3 AM. For some reason I was fascinated with kissing her shoulders, and she seemed to like it, too. I couldn't hear any contentment Suzie, but I was pretty sure she was sending one.

"So, I wasn't sure if you came that first time or not, Chrissy. Did you?"

"No, Robbie. I was still in shock, but the second time was great. I hope I wasn't too clumsy when I sucked you?"

"It was fantastic."

"I will get better, I'm sure."

"So am I, beautiful."

"I'd like to try again, but..."

"But what?"

"I really liked it when you kissed my ass. Will you do that again first?"

"Any time, Chrissy."

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Ashley spoke first. "That was great. But this is just a one-night stand, you know?"

"Not for me, Ashley. That just changed my life. I told you I wanted a hot girlfriend and you are the one I want. I don't just want a hookup. But I have to tell you something first."

"Oh shit. Your name's not Pepe Flores, is it?"

"That's really my name."

"OK, but you're not really law enforcement, you're actually a cartel assassin?"

"Nope. I was a Kaufman County Deputy when I first saw you, but I don't work there now. I'm not a hired killer. But I am sort of a hired gun."

"For?"

"I work security for Jay Kincaid."

"Shit. That's almost as bad!"