As Clive entered the chamber of the House of Commons, his eyes scoured the sparsely populated benches. It was the first reading of a Private Member's Bill and, as such, attendance was optional; only those with any real interest in the subject being debated usually attended. Clive soon spotted the face he was looking for, sitting alone in the very last row of the back benches, The Honourable Sophia Margraine, daughter of Viscount Margraine, another of the kingmakers in the party.
He made his way along the benches, sitting down beside her. She acknowledged him with a smile as she feigned interest in the points being made in the Chamber in front of her. Clive briefly ensured that no-one could see what he was doing, before placing his hand on the leg of the middle-aged brunette, sliding it under the hem of her skirt and squeezing her thigh.
"Nice of you to make it Sophia," he said, "did you manage to organise it?"
"Yes," she whispered, as she parted her legs, "we've got the Deputy Sergeant's office for as long as we want it." She reached into her bag and handed Clive a key.
"What are we waiting for then? Let's go," he said, stroking her leg as he rose to his feet and led the way to the small office to which she had gained access.
They made the short journey to the Deputy Sergeant's office and Clive unlocked the door, ushering Sophia in and locking the door behind them.
"So, my darling, what little surprise have you in store for me today," he asked as Sophia sat on the edge of the oak desk and he ran his leg up her skirt. "Mmm - stockings, always a good start," he added. His hand stroked the inside of her thigh, enjoying the feeling of the soft flesh under his fingers, slowly working his hand up her thigh towards her panties. The back of his hand felt a silk like material brush against it as his fingers continued their journey upwards, his mouth now on hers devouring her tongue hungrily, as she removed his jacket and started to unbutton his shirt.
His hand brushed Sophia' pubes, "French knickers?" he enquired, one eyebrow raised.
Sophia nodded, "Like to make things easy for you, Clive darling. I want you to fuck me with my skirt and knickers on - then I want to sit in the chamber and feel your cum running down my thigh."
"I will have to sit next to you and rub it into your leg as it seeps down," said Clive, as he pushed a finger into Sophia, causing her to gasp, "I love to smear my cum over your body."
Sophia pulled Clive's shirt down his arms and bent and sucked on a nipple, before gripping it with her teeth and giving it a little tug. Clive grunted as he undid his zip and pulled his cock out; pushing her skirt up and sliding his cock inside her French Knickers and up towards her pussy. He positioned his cock against her entrance and thrust in, causing Sophia to moan. He then pushed her backwards so that she was flat on the desk, undid the buttons on her blouse and removed her bra, freeing her petite breasts. He started to fuck her as his hands grabbed and squeezed the small mounds of flesh, giving the nipples an occasional pinch. After a short while, he released her breasts and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her body towards him as he thrust into her. Sophia was now moaning constantly as Clive plunged in and out of her, her hands gripping his arms, the nails digging into his flesh.
"Oh fuck," she cried out, "I'm almost there - cum with me Clive - fill my cunt with your fuckjuice - coat my pussy with your seed."
Clive increased the pace of his hips, ramming his cock into the sweet pussy beneath him, the sweat dripping down his face as he fucked the pretty woman splayed on the desk in front of him.
"Here it comes, baby, specially brewed for you this morning," he thrust into her again and his cock ejaculated inside her, he counted four ropes of cum before it slowed to a dribble and he withdrew his cock, coated in some of his cum and some juice from Sophia.
"Give that to me," she stated, her hungry mouth open and waiting.
Clive walked around to the ide of the desk and held his cock to Sophia's mouth, she stuck out her tongue and started to lick the juices off, before moving her head to engulf his cock in her mouth. She started to rock her head backwards and forwards as her mouth removed the sexual coatings from his cock. When she had finished cleaning his cock, she moved her head further forward and started to suck on his balls, trying to get as much a she could in.
The phone in Clive's pocket rang and he pulled it out - it was a reminder to meet with his father-in-law and a few of his cronies - a networking, sort of ally making, social event in one of the bars in the House that Lord D'Estrage had booked privately.
"Sorry, sweets," he said, "duty calls." At which he put his cock back into his trousers and quickly pulled his shirt back on, before recovering his jacket from the floor. He unlocked the door and tossed the key to Sophia, as she rose from the desk.
The afternoon passed slowly, with Clive being introduced to a whole host of party bigwigs who he knew by name but had never previously had the "pleasure" of meeting. An afternoon of pressing the flesh made all the worse for Clive by the fact that the only females present seemed to be in their mid-sixties upwards. He desperately wanted to get back to the Chamber and find Sophia again - another tryst with her was the most pressing item on his agenda despite his need to gain the support of as many of these influential party members as possible.
Once the afternoon had ended, Clive hurriedly made his departure, hastening to the Chamber to find Sophia. He spotted her in their usual meeting place and made his way towards her.
"You missed out on all the cum," she whispered, "but I did soak quite a bit up in my panties." She reached beneath the bench on which she was sitting and handed Clive the white silky French Knickers that had encased her arse and pussy when he fucked her.
He took them from her and secreted them away in hi jacket pocket. "You realise today is Thursday and the House closes for business at 5.30?" he asked.
"Of course, what have you got in mind, you naughty boy? A trip to "Secrets" before I go home to hubby?"
"I was rather thinking of a quick shag there," he indicated in the direction of where the Speaker was sitting.
"The Speaker's Chair? Dare we?" she mused.
"Come on Sophia - let's see how much spring there is underneath the old codger's bum - shall we say meet up at 7:30 - most people will have left the building by then and we should have the chamber to ourselves."
Sophia looked at Clive and then back to where the Speaker had just got to his feet. "Okay," she said, "If we're caught, I'm sure daddy will be able to smooth things over - for me, at least," she smiled at him as she said this, knowing her father would be extremely disapproving of Clive taking advantage of his little girl.
They each left the Chamber and made their separate ways, Sophia to the library in the House while Clive returned to his office. He entered his office and sat at his desk, looking again at the two folders Stacy had brought down for him; he typed his password into the keyboard and clicked on his file explorer, selecting his file marked as "Minutes of Meetings", before entering another password. With the file open, he picked up the phone and dialled the number of RMP Armaments managing director.
The phone was answered by a female, "Mr Shaw's secretary, how can I help you?"
"You can tell your boss it's Clive Samuels, future Prime Minister on the phone to discuss his bid for a deal with the Government," responded Clive, as he put his feet up on the desk.
"Of course - right away Sir," came the response.
