This is set in the TV show House of Cards. This story focuses on the character Claire and Zoe.
The idea and parts of this story were written before the whole Spacey scandal. So, I'm just going to say everything written here is merely fantasy, a harmless way to relieve one's thoughts.
Sorry for the extremely long delay between stories, I moved quite some ways away and started a new job. Most importantly though I haven't been that motivated to write and have just chipped away at this piece and others since my last story. Not sure when my next story will come out, but I appreciate the continued support and kind words.
Thank you, Big Dick Dangling, for editing.
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Zoe Barnes heard a knock on the door and was confused as to whom it would be at this time. She wasn't expecting anyone. She walked towards the door when she heard another knock.
"Hello?" Zoe asked as she got to the door, still not sure who it was on the other side.
"Zoe Barnes?" A woman on the other side of the door asked. The other woman didn't sound as hesitant as Zoe, more forceful and assured.
"Yeah." Zoe responded, she was curious enough about who it was, to slowly open the door while unhooking the door chain lock.
"Who is it?" Zoe asked as she opened the door a crack, looking at the woman she wasn't quite sure who she was, but she looked familiar...
"Claire Underwood." The woman curtly responded, not waiting for an invitation Claire pushed the door open swinging it past Zoe as she strolled into the room as if she owned it.
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I apologize for not buzzing," Claire started to say, her voice giving no sign of guilt. "Somebody was coming in the building when I was downstairs, so I just figured I should come on up." Claire finished, walking past a bewildered, and somewhat frightened Zoe. Claire walked to a rack of Zoe's clothing and started to rifle through them lazily.
"Hey, could you please not go through my things?" Zoe Barnes asked Claire Underwood, the wife of her...lover, Frank. Her relationship with him was quite complicated, and now his wife was here, making things even murkier.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I intruding?" Claire mockingly chatted back. She wasn't particularly paying attention to what she was looking at or touching, she was simply doing it to cause the reaction Zoe was exhibiting now.
"Yeah, actually. You are," Zoe replied, putting her head down slightly as she could already see where this was going.
"Well, that makes it a two-way street, I suppose," Claire commented back, a small smirk playing across her face.
This girl was sleeping with her husband, yet had the gall to complain about her looking through her clothes? Sure, she might have barged in past the bewildered Zoe who had no idea why she was here or what she was up to. Yet that certainly didn't give this immature brat the right to speak to her like that, especially after what she had been doing.
Of course, Claire knew all this from the beginning, she and Frank always made the other aware of their little "indiscretions" but Zoe didn't know that and, even if she had, it wouldn't give her the right to act like she was the victim.
"Okay, if you came here to punish me, fine. I get it," Zoe replied back, her head still down and her voice not quite as confident as her words.
"Such a shame, how naive you are." Claire said, finishing her rifling and turning to face Zoe fully for the first time. She took a moment to soak the view in, and she had to admit she understood why her husband picked Zoe.
Zoe was a bit shorter than Claire was, but it felt to both of them that she was much shorter than the Underwood woman currently towering over her was. Zoe was a mid-20-year-old reporter. She had auburn hair, cascading down just below her shoulders. She had a cute little body built for being dominated. Bee-sting breasts and a tight little ass completed her look. She was wearing a thin - nearly see through - shirt along with a pair of silk boxers.
Claire on the other hand was a woman nearing fifty, who managed to not look her age. A lifetime of working hard to preserve her beauty meant her pretty face wasn't the only feature that still turned heads. Claire's blonde hair was cut short and parted to the side. Her ample chest and toned, impressive ass were covered by a black trench coat that stopped just above her knees. Finally, she had a pair of black stiletto heels that helped make her look even taller than she was.
"I'm not naive." Zoe mumbled back, the rest of her courage draining away under Claire's stare, although Zoe couldn't quite figure out what the look in Claire's eyes meant.
"No? I've known everything from the beginning, Zoe. My husband and I tell each other everything." Claire retorted, advancing on Zoe, who was now trying to stare a hole into the ground.
"Don't you believe me? Is there a spider I can trap?" Claire continued, referring to a conversation Zoe had with Frank previously. Showing she did in fact discuss these things with Frank and she did know all there was to know about their affair.
"I'm not here to tell you to stop. I just thought I should open those big bright eyes," Claire finished, now standing right in front of Zoe, she brushed a few strands of hair out of Zoe's face and pulled Zoe's face, so she was looking up at her.
Zoe's eyes widened as she saw Claire continue to move their faces closer and closer together. Their lips slowly brushed together, and Zoe found herself suddenly locked into a kiss with Claire. Zoe was surprised to find she liked the feeling of Claire's soft lips against hers and noticed that Claire tasted good as well.
Before she knew it, she was returning the kiss, bringing a smirk to Claire's face. As soon as she did though, Claire broke their kiss, having achieved what she wanted. Zoe momentarily tried to chase those supple lips with her own but stopped herself when she noticed Claire standing tall over her once again.
"I can see why Frank likes you so much," Claire said now, the smirk still plastered across her face. Zoe wasn't sure how to take this, did Claire meant she kissed well or what?
"Thanks?" Zoe responded, her uncertainty clear.
Claire's smirk grew wider. Zoe was just too perfect. Submissive, lacking in real confidence, and all while being just full of herself enough she would let herself be controlled while thinking she was the one in charge. Claire was going to have so much fun with her.
"Going back to your idea of punishment..." Claire said, letting it trail off as she slowly circled around Zoe.
Zoe stood rigid in place upon hearing those words. Claire let one hand trail around Zoe's neck, methodically going down her spine. Zoe could feel herself getting goosebumps from Claire's touch. Claire was now behind Zoe, staring down at her ass when a nice idea popped into her head. Claire leaned in right next to Zoe's ear, letting her feel the breath on her for a few moments before speaking.