Access Excess And Andy Ch 04

A major fundraising event is a logistics nightmare. Thankfully, with the exception of securing the venue, I completely escaped the organisation of the event at the Mayflower Hotel in Austin. The Congressman's district office staff did the heavy lifting, meaning there was not much left to do when I arrived that morning.

I must admit I was wondering why they even bothered to fly me in as I stood watching the guests stream into the ballroom and congregate in little circles eating caviar and sipping Champagne when Russell slung his arm around my shoulder and said "Alright Alex. I've got a job for you." I gave him a wary look, but he ignored me and said, "You know Steven's darling daughter Andrea. I need you to tail her tonight and make sure she doesn't say something that might be hard to explain to one of our generous benefactors."

My expression had quickly morphed from wary to all-out panic. Russell gave my shoulder a firm pat and said "I think you understand the gravity of the situation. It's a shit job, but someone has to do it. And that someone is you because I don't want to. Now if you get into trouble, her mother used to say to just give her a good spanking and she'll quieten right down."

I stared at him and mouthed "What?"

Russell gave me a shrug, then pointed across the room and said "There she is. Get going" and gave me a small shove.

I curiously made my way over to where Andy was standing talking to an older couple whom I recognised from the bios as a local lawyer and his wife who was a well-known philanthropist. Andy was wearing a black velvet cocktail dress, with an open back held together with crossed-over cords like on the back of a corset, along with a pair of black knee-high boots with dangerous-looking heels. Her black hair had a bright pink streak in it that day, replacing the green one that she had had the last time I saw her. I lingered behind her, unsure what to do, then decided she would probably think I was staring at her butt so I stepped up beside her and smiled.

Andy gave me a look that you might give something you found on the bottom of your shoe, then returned to her conversation. I quickly worked out the topic was access to women's health services in rural communities. This was a particular focus of the wife's charity work so I figured we were on fairly safe ground and introduced myself.

The topic naturally exhausted itself and the couple excused themselves, leaving me standing alone beside Andy. She hissed out of the side of her mouth "What the fuck do you think you're playing at? It's bad enough that I have to see you again and now you're following me around. I know Russell has you watching me. You tell him he can go fuck himself. Or maybe I should tell him that you took a complete stranger and fucked her on his boss's desk. How about you just fuck off and we pretend this never happened?"

I smiled at the room in general and hissed back "Sorry Andy, I can't do that."

Andy made an exasperated noise and growled "You didn't get me pregnant or give me a disease by the way, thank God" then walked off. I followed her across the room as she grabbed a glass of Champagne off a tray and made her way towards a pair of middle-aged men in Stetsons who I recognised as oil executives. I followed in her wake feeling nervous.

My fear materialised pretty quickly. Andy introduced herself and then launched straight into a rant on climate change. The two executives started up the normal industry line of saying they believed in human-induced global warming, but that the response had to not reduce growth. I must admit Andy's response was exactly what I was thinking when she asked pointedly "How can you be happy to keep destroying the planet and killing children?"

I grabbed her by the arm and said "Andy, can we have a word in private?"

Andy glared daggers at me as I steered her down a corridor until I found a door, pulled it open, pushed her inside and closed it behind us. Andy was standing in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips and murder on her face. The moment the door closed she yelled "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

I put my hands up in front of me, trying to defuse her anger and said "I think you need to calm down. You can't say things like that to people. Those guys are serious donors."

Unsurprisingly in retrospect, this tactic did not work. Andy's nostrils flared and she growled "You don't tell me what I can and can't say. Those men are a scourge and you know it. The fact that my dad takes money from them is a disgrace." She walked straight at me and then brushed past me on her way to the door, saying "Fuck you" as she did.

Just as her hand landed on the handle there was a scream from outside. Andy turned to look at me, then started to pull open the door. Before she had it half open a security guard had stepped in front of it and was saying "Miss, sir. I need you to stay in here. It's standard protocol to lock the door." He pulled the door closed again and I heard it click.

Andy turned to face me and said "No fucking way I'm staying here with you." She pulled at the door handle a couple of times, then hammered on it with her fists and screamed "Let me out!"

A little alarmed I called out "Andy, just relax. They'll let us out as soon as it's clear."

Calling attention to myself was probably not the best idea at the time. I did not know it then, but later I learnt that Andy has an acute anxiety about being trapped. She turned on me with a manic expression and screamed "This is all your fault," then grabbed an ornament off a shelf and threw it at my head.

I ducked and heard whatever Andy had thrown smash behind me. I looked up again to find her reloading so I rushed her and grabbed both her wrists. She struggled against me, screaming abuse as she did. I extracted a rather heavy paperweight from her hand, but while I was distracted Andy bit me in the shoulder. I yelped in surprise and pain, then in a display of strength that surprised me, spun her around so her arms were pinned behind her back.

Andy was still snarling at me and I had removed the immediate danger of her teeth, but I had no idea what to do. I frog-marched her back across the room and pushed her so that she was bending over the back of the couch, then said "Andy, you need to calm down."

My hope that she would comply with this request was dashed when she kicked out behind her, hitting me in the shin. I swore, and then through the pain and desperation I heard Russell's voice float through my head. I gripped both her wrists in my left hand, then drew back my right and brought it down on her upturned bottom. There was a dull thud as my hand made contact with her dress and suddenly there was silence. Andy froze, then growled "Did you just actually do that? Did you just fucking hit me?"

Adrenaline does strange things to your sense of logic. Despite her angry reaction, she had stopped yelling and fighting me. Somehow my brain figured that I might get an even better reaction if I was spanking her skin, so I pulled up her dress and gave her exposed bottom another hard slap which echoed around the room (or perhaps only in my head). As I drew back for a third blow, I took a good look at Andy's wonderful round arse covered in a pair of black lace panties.

I had inadvertently let go of Andy's wrists, but this was not a problem as her hands had come to rest on the cushions of the couch and she had dropped her head. This time when my hand made contact, I did not draw it back, instead leaving it resting on her skin. Andy moaned with the blow, and then as my hand remained in contact with her, she pushed her hips back against it.

I gave her bottom cheek an experimental rub, which elicited another moan and a wiggle of the hips. Seemingly of their own accord, my fingers migrated down to the crotch of Andy's panties which I was surprised to discover were slick with her juices. The sight of her flared hips and round bottom had me hard. It seemed unquestionable for me to grip the sides of her panties and pull them down around her knees, then unzip my fly and extract my cock.

As I pressed my tip against her entrance she hissed "You fucking bastard," but I gave her another slap on her bare skin, which elicited another moan. I gripped her hips firmly and forced myself inside her. Andy's body tensed up but then seemed to give up its resistance and sagged into the couch as I started to vigorously fuck her.

Perhaps despite herself, I could tell that Andy was getting off on my aggressive taking of her. She was trying to open her legs wider, which was inhibited by her panties around her knees, and her pussy was so wet it was making slurping noises on my cock. We were both well on the way to climax when there was a knock on the door and the security guard called out "Sir, Miss, it's safe to come out."

I instantly pulled out of Andy, stuffed my cock back into my pants and headed for the door. I knew I would be needed to manage the fallout of whatever event had resulted in us being locked in the room. From behind me, Andy yelled angrily "Get back here and finish what you started." I took a quick look over my shoulder at her still bent over the back of the couch with her dress around her hips and her face flushed, then closed the door behind me.

The incident that had precipitated the lockdown turned out to have been a man who had come in through the hotel kitchens with a gun, which he had started waving at the guests and yelling about the government stealing his teeth. He was quickly subdued, but there was a lot of media attention to be managed which consumed the rest of my day.

I truthfully did not think about Andy again until that evening when I finally was sitting on my bed in my room in the hotel. I had not seen her again all day and was wondering if she had left when there was a knock on my door. Assuming it was a colleague there to show me some wire story or something similar I pulled it open.

To my surprise it was Andy standing in my doorway dressed in a hotel bathrobe, looking distinctly uncomfortable. I just stared at her, not knowing what to say. The tension got the better of her first and she blurted out "Fucking hell. I hate you and hate me even more for this, but...fucking hell." Perhaps unable to put what she was feeling into words, she gave up and pulled open her robe to show me that she was completely naked underneath.

My mouth dropped open as she pushed me back a couple of steps so that she could close the door behind her and then drop the robe to the floor. I had known she was a very attractive woman before this, but her body looked to me like a work of art. Her figure was a perfect hourglass with wide hips, a narrow waist and wonderful round breasts that seemed to defy gravity as they hung from her chest. Her pussy was mostly shaved except for a tuft above for clit which was died the same colour as the pink streak in her hair. However, what captivated me even more than her nudity was the series of tattoos on her skin. There was a sun motif on her hip, a rose on her left breast with a thorny stem under her right, and a curling pattern of musical notes on both her shoulders. To complete the look, I could see silver bars through both her nipples.

Andy did not seem to have any interest in allowing me time to take in her body, because she pushed me again so that I fell backwards onto the bed and started pulling at my pants. She quickly had them off, while I shed my shirt. She straddled my hips, gave my cock a couple of strokes with her hand to make sure it was hard (not that it needed any help), then lowered herself onto it.

I had thought she had been wet the last two times I had been with her, but they were nothing. I almost immediately felt her juices leaking down my balls and onto the sheets, as he rode me. She grabbed my hands which had naturally fallen on her hips and brought them up to her breasts. I took her cue and started squeezing the wonderfully full globes as she continued to move on top of me.

Andy's eyes were shut tightly and there was a look of concentration on her face as she sat upright and used her legs to rise up and down. Suddenly she jammed her right hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit furiously. Ten seconds later she slammed herself down as hard as she could on me, gave a loud grunt, then stopped moving.

She slowly opened her eyes, then looked down at me and asked "Did you finish?"

I shook my head and replied "No. Did you just cum?"

Andy looked nonplussed at my response as she replied "Yep." She rolled off me onto the bed and ended up lying beside me. I was not sure what to do so I just lay there. In a tone of utter indifference, Andy said "You can keep fucking me. You just have to do the work now."

Figuring I had nothing to lose I positioned myself between her spread thighs and pushed back into her. This brought us face-to-face. I recognised the smell of cigarettes as I leaned forward to kiss her. However, Andy turned her head away from me, so I settled for lightly nibbling her neck as I fucked her with slow deliberate strokes.

Andy was giving no overt signs that she could even feel what was going on. She was resolutely staring off to the side and was completely silent. However, her breath was becoming laboured and her hand was gripping the sheet so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. It could have been caused by pain, but I was confident that she was trying very hard to suppress her desire to moan and writhe in pleasure.

I figured that if she was so intent on not admitting that she was enjoying what we were doing it was not worth trying to extract another orgasm from her. Instead, I concentrated on taking my fill of her delectable body. I increased and slowed my pace to maximise the sensation and ran my hands all over her breasts, stomach, hips and bottom.

I finally decided I was ready to finish so I started slamming into her as hard as I could. As I felt myself starting to let go, I gasped "I'm cumming. Should I pull out?"

To my absolute shock, Andy's hands grabbed my bottom holding me in place and her eyes locked straight onto mine. The expression on her face was one of utter disdain as I jerked on top of her and filled her with my seed. When I stopped cumming I rolled off her and lay beside her panting. I gingerly extended my hand until it made contact with hers, trying to take it to hold. To my disappointment, she slapped it away.

We lay there, side-by-side on the bed for a long while, both staring at the ceiling. I was starting to drift off to sleep when I felt Andy's leg shift slightly and her foot come to rest against mine. I smiled to myself and pretty soon was asleep.

When I was woken by my alarm at 6 am so that I could catch the first flight back to Washington I was not surprised to find Andy gone. All that remained was a lingering smell of nicotine and floral shampoo on the pillow. I felt I was beginning to get an understanding of her mindset and thought she would probably need time to process what had happened. Having said that I was not sure how I felt about what we had done either. Her body had me captivated, but her willingness to give herself to someone who obviously made her angry worried me. Finally, I decided that perhaps it was best that we both take some time to mull it over. And in the end, she knew where I was if she wanted to talk.