There are a lot of things that Congressmen do which is not debating legislation, representing constituents and undertaking government oversight. There is also a whole other side that could be lumped under the category of 'public work.' This ranges from raising money for charity at its best to using your name recognition to benefit your buddies at its worst.
It was an occurrence of the latter (although a not particularly egregious one) that found me in a large auditorium in Charlottesville, Virginia on a fine Saturday in the Fall. The Congressman had agreed to launch a book by one of his friends who was an economics professor at the University of Virginia. He had done a speech espousing the merits of some theory of labour demand which went straight over my head and had just sat down for a panel discussion with the author about the role of economic theory in Washington decision-making.
I must admit I was not paying much attention to what the two wonks on stage were saying because I was distracted by what was happening right in front of me. As the staffer in the office organising this event, I had been working with the UVA publicist responsible for the Professor's book. I am not overstating things to say that our working relationship had become flirty fast and never turned back.
I had not physically encountered Sonia until she met the Congressman and I at the Charlottesville train station. She had been all business as we walked to campus and introduced us to several academics before ushering us into the auditorium.
The Congressman had taken his position ready to be introduced and I had followed Sonia to the back of the room. She had leaned against the wall and I had followed suit. Her demeanour was so different from what I was used to that I had felt a bit wrong-footed. I'd looked at her out of the corner of my eye as the head of economics began to speak to open the event. Without looking at me, Sonia had whispered "Hello sexy."
I had let a smirk cross my face and I saw the same expression on Sonia's features. I could almost feel the sexual energy between us crackling. All the little comments she had made over the last couple of weeks suggested she was looking forward to 'seeing me in the flesh' as she had put it (followed by a winking emoticon). As the head of economics had shaken the Congressman's hand and sat down Sonia had pushed off the wall and stepped in front of me. I thought she was on her way to do another task, but she had stopped and pushed her backside back against me.
As my boss started speaking Sonia had started wiggling, rubbing her bottom against my groin. This is why I was not paying much heed to the speech. It was not just the sensation that was taking my attention, but also the body part causing it. Sonia's arse was a wonder unto itself. It jutted out almost perpendicular to her body like it had been bolted on. I had enjoyed it walking in front of me, but now I was feeling its incredible firmness pushed against me I was really beginning to appreciate its wonders.
Anyone standing to the side of us would have seen exactly what was happening, but thankfully the auditorium did not have doors at the back, so nobody was watching. Sonia's dry-humping continued unabated through the whole speech and into the panel discussion between the Congressman and author moderated by the head of economics that followed. My cock was straining against the fly of my pants and I desperately wanted to grab Sonia's hips to increase the sensation, but I was scared of breaking the spell (either by her pulling away or someone noticing).
The head of economics opened up to the floor for questions. I was still distracted by Sonia or I might have been able to head off what was about to happen. A dark-haired woman off to the side stood up and asked "My question is for Professor Taylor: what is your opinion of the effect of reducing fiduciary duties for financial planners so that they don't have to work in the best interests of their clients?"
I had one of those moments when the world spins and realigns itself. Simultaneously I recognised the voice, saw the tell-tale streak of magenta in the woman's hair and realised what she had just asked. The question had a lot of context. As the ranking member on the House Finance Committee, the Congressman had recently agreed to pass a bill to reduce the regulations on financial planners in exchange for Republican support to increase the minimum capital reserve for banks. I had screamed blue murder against this deal on the basis that voters would much more readily understand that we were making it easier for the financial advisor to rip them off than that a 0.2% increase in the amount of cash banks need to hold would make it less likely for them to collapse in a financial crisis. However, I had lost this argument when the Congressman had told me that the integrity of the banking system was much more important than a near unenforceable fiduciary duty.
Andy, it would seem, had not gotten the memo on this compromise and she had picked a pretty good ally. This particular academic had done a fair bit of work on consumer protections in the financial system and had already launched into a full-throated defence of the particular provision we were looking to repeal.
Sonia must have sensed me tense up when Andy started speaking because she had stopped rubbing on me. I leant forward and hissed in her ear "What is she doing here?"
Sonia whispered back "Who is she?"
As the Congressman began countering his friend's assessment of the regulatory change by explaining the deal, which turned out to be just as unconvincing as I had expected, I replied to Sonia "That's Andrea Kearny; the Congressman's daughter."
I assume a bit taken aback Sonia said "I invited her. I always invite the family of guest speakers."
Just as I did, the Congressman finished his reply and Andy, who had been standing quietly listening to that point yelled out "That's fucking bullshit and you know it" and walked purposefully out the door on the side of the auditorium. I looked at the Congressman who was glaring at his daughter's disappearing back. The moment she was out of sight he swung his full disapproval straight at me. I wanted to hide behind Sonia, but instead, I gave him a curt nod and started walking towards the exit.
Andy was halfway across the quadrangle when I emerged from the building. I called out, but she ignored me and I ran after her. I stepped in front of her and said "Andy, what the fuck was that?"
Andy tried to push me aside and shot back "Fuck off Alex. I don't want to talk to you."
Not to be deterred I said "You can't do shit like that Andy. Embarrassing your father doesn't make him any more likely to agree with you. He had to make a trade-off and he picked the option he thought did the most good for the most people."
Sonia had come up behind Andy, hindered in how fast she could move by her stiletto heels on the quadrangle grass. Andy growled "You lot are all the same with your smartest man in the room compromises. Great help that is to the nurse who gets her life-savings swindled by some dodgy accountant."
She tried to push me aside again but she stumbled and I caught her before she fell. With her face close to mine I could smell the alcohol on her breath. I hissed "You're drunk, aren't you?"
Andy started to retort "So what if I..." but she never finished the sentence as she retched and then threw up through her own hands and in a beautiful arc onto my black leather dress shoes.
I let out a loud expletive, then steered her to a nearby garden where she could finish emptying out her stomach. Andy's hands and shirt -- and my shoes -- were covered in bright orange and foul-smelling vomit. As I helped Andy's hair out of the way I turned to Sonia and asked "Is there somewhere we can put her so she can sober up a bit?"
Sonia, who looked straight out shocked at this turn of events, said "There's an apartment on campus we use for visiting speakers. We could put her in there."
