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That brought a happy end to George’s latest Vegas trip. He’d paid Clarissa for their wonderful evening together. She’d seemed keen to leave following the sex, he’d half expected her to forget asking for the money! No such luck but it was the best grand he’d spent in a good long while. He’d returned home to the usual frostbitten reception. Joyless and suspicious wife not the least bit interested in the details of his trip, nor in his amorous advances, situation normal. The weekend had passed as they usually did with any excuse to get the hell out of the house.
It was on Monday morning that life once again became interesting for George. He arrived at the office building at the usual time, zoned out with the routine of making his way from the car to the elevator. Looking but not seeing, the myriad of people on their way in and out of the always busy Federal building. This morning was a little different however, a tall, good looking blonde guy had fallen in step with him from out of nowhere and he gently murmured something inaudible causing George to stop and engage.
‘I’m sorry? what?’
‘Good morning George’ said Kristoff halting within arms reach and flashing an easy smile.
‘I think you and I need to have a chat, somewhere private. It’s about your recent visit to Vegas.’ He explained to George’s shocked expression.
The guy looked somehow familiar, appropriately dressed in business suit similar to George’s own attire. The mention of Vegas had made his heart lurch into his throat and his mind frantically replayed all the faces he’d encountered over the last few days. Was this one of the local Government reps he’d met? He couldn’t place him from any of the boring meetings he’d attended.
‘I’m sorry? What’s this about? Do I know you?’ He gabbled frantically trying to recall why this man was familiar and why that was bad.
‘Yes George, you know me quite well, better than you think in fact. Shall we go to your office?’ Kris tried to take George by the elbow but he recoiled out of reach causing a few heads to turn in the rush.
‘No, I don’t think so. Who are you and what’s this about? I’m a busy man.’ George was starting to feel a strong need to get away from this man and the conversation.
‘I’m sorry George, how rude of me, we weren’t formally introduced, my name is Mr Petersen and you are the man who met with an associate of mine on Friday evening? You remember her? Her name is Clarissa?’ Kristoff kept his voice low and calm but George’s reaction was near panic as his head whipped around to see who had heard the exchange.
Oh my god! George thought in fright, this is her pimp! He looked around quickly to see if anyone he knew was passing by that could have heard the last statement, it was clear. This wasn’t the first time someone had turned up following an indiscretion looking for keep quiet money. He calmed now he understood who this asshole was and what he was here for.
‘Sure! I remember. Follow me.’ And he turned and strode confidently for the elevator door with Kristoff in tow.
‘Good morning Kathy’ he barked at his timid receptionist, who was peering over the top of thick rimmed glasses. ‘Cancel my first appointment.’ He didn’t bother waiting for a reply, just ushered the smiling Petersen into his office and closed the heavy door behind them. This guy had balls, he’d sauntered over to George’s window and stood quietly appraising the view from the top floor. Time to put him in his place.
‘So, Mr Petersen. You’re here looking for more money huh? Why settle for a thousand when you can make a play for much more to keep quiet right?’
Kristoff didn’t bother turning or speaking, just continued gazing out the window as he put his hands in his pockets. George ploughed on nonplussed.
‘So what you reckon Mr Bigshot? How much is it worth? Hundred K? Half a Million or do you think you’ve made the big leagues?! Well I’m sorry to bust your bubble here pal, but you’re not the first pimp that’s shown up in my office looking for money. Turns out the indiscretions of politicians aren’t quite the news story you think they are. Certainly nothing that I couldn’t deny and successfully sue your ass for.’
Kristoff still hadn’t moved and remained looking out over the view. He pulled his right hand from his pocket and held up a flash drive between thumb and finger.
‘I have a recording George.’
George rocked but rallied quickly, the bitch must have pulled a camera phone while he was blindfolded!
‘Well good for you buddy. I’m sure my lawyers won’t have much trouble picking apart some shaky selfie footage of your bitch sucking me off.’
‘It’s not shaky footage George, it’s high definition and it wasn’t just a blowjob was it?’
Kristoff still hadn’t turned and the calm tone he was maintaining was starting to unsettle George again. He continued, ‘In fact, it’s a blowjob, some very hot anal and all finished off with a very impressive cum shot. You should watch it before you carry on this conversation.’
George was losing his confidence but maintained his stubborn defence.
‘Like I said, some shaky selfie footage as she bounced around on me, can’t be anything I can’t or won’t deny. But thank you for the compliment on my cum shot.’ He finished with a sneer.
Kristoff finally turned and his expression was stern but his eyes twinkled.
‘Like I said George, it’s not shaky selfie footage. Clarissa did a really good job on keeping the camera steady. And as for the compliment. I wasn’t talking about your load George, I was referring to mine.’
The comment took a moment to register properly and when it did, George’s jaw dropped open and he stared in horror, ‘What?’ he whispered weakly.
Now that he had his full attention, Kris turned back to the window and delivered his prepared spiel.
‘You have a nice view here George. Seems to be a habit of yours to overlook the view and focus on yourself. For instance, you hired a very hot call girl for some fun and then let her blindfold you prior to getting your rocks off? Where’s the sense in that? It could have been anyone doing those things to you….’
He gave that a moment to sink in.
‘I must say, for someone who is so very publicly outspoken on being anti-gay, you seemed to have no problem with being sucked off by a man. Or being balls deep in a man!’ Kris turned back to see the picture that George’s face had become. Horror and loathing were fighting for supremacy, with anger and denial putting in quick appearances. He was shaking and sweating and his hands were clenching and unclenching at his sides. It was only a matter of time before he took a swing.
‘You, your, you?’ George stammered hoping this was some kind of sick joke.
‘Yes me, my soft lips on your hot cock, my tight ass riding you and my throbbing end pressed against yours as we shot hot cum over each other… It was beautiful really. You should watch the movie George. Clarissa captured it all very tastefully, said it was the hottest man on man action she’d ever seen.’ Kris waited for George to throw the inevitable punch but he just threw up breakfast instead as he slumped to his knees.
‘What do you want from me?’ George whimpered, looking up at Kristoff through sweat and tear blurred eyes. The fight was gone, he didn’t want to see the contents of the flashdrive, his imagination had helpfully replayed the scene, substituting Clarissa with the man standing before him. He’d pay anything, this was career ending and he knew it.
‘Resign George.’ Kris said simply staring down in contempt at the pathetic view George presented. He was surprised however as George’s head snapped up suddenly and the look of rage on his face.
‘Fuck you!’ George barked. ‘I’ll be damned if some two bit rent boy is going to end my fucking career! I’ve worked my whole life to get where I am and you think some fuckin trick is going to put me out to pasture?! What the hell have you got a
gainst me?! You don’t want my money but you want my life?!’
‘I want you out of politics George. My reasons are my own. You need to watch that footage and understand your career is over anyway.’ Kristoff stayed calm and reasonable in the face of the mounting tension in the room, but George was not listening to reason right now. He was fighting for his life.
‘You listen to me you faggot! You may have tricked me into fucking you but you’re not fucking me! You take that god damned tape to the media, to the fuckin world! You can probably only see half my god damned face under that blindfold anyway. I’ll destroy you in any court in this land!’ George had shakily regained his feet during the tirade and was now advancing on Kristoff with murder in his eyes.
‘I’ll take it to your wife first George.’ Kris snapped quickly causing George to halt in his tracks. However, once again he was surprised at the reaction he got as George threw back his head and laughed, genuinely tickled at the thought.
‘Oh please do pal! That frigid bitch would believe a lot of shit about me. Nothing short of murder most likely, but believe I screwed a fudge packer? Nuh-uh. No way. She hates faggots just as much as I do! She’d blow your fucking head clean off! Ha, ha, ha, ha.’ George was rapidly working to hysteria as the giggling continued.
Kristoff shrugged and started to walk briskly toward the door. ‘You’ve had fair warning George, resign or first I tell your wife, then the media.’ He said as he walked across the office making sure he didn’t turn his back on the still shaking George.
‘Here, you can keep this copy.’ He dropped the flashdrive on an occasional table next to the door and left without another word or backward look.
George was still deep in hysterical mirth as he pictured the evil bitch he’d married being told he’d fucked the guy telling her the story. ‘She’ll blow you away pal.’ He giggled darkly to himself.
Kris shook his head ruefully on the way back to the car. He’d expected denial and rage but laughter? Did the guy honestly think he was bluffing? He’d done the research on George and his wife. True he didn’t know her personal or political beliefs but he’d figured they’d be similar to her husband. They’d been together some fifteen years so there must be something there?
The homophobic insults were ringing in his ears. Again, he’d fully expected them, he’d even goaded as much as possible to get the message across. It was the fact that the man showed absolutely no guilt or remorse about what this news could potentially do to his wife that had stunned Kris. He knew as well as any that relationships could turn hostile but what had the poor woman done to deserve this?
He mulled it over carefully on his way to the family estate. Best to break it gently he thought. Turn on the charm and make her see that it was in her best interests to bring George to heel. She was probably well aware of her husband’s business trip habits anyway. He expected to meet a love starved, middle aged trophy wife, he was partly right.
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