October 14, 2021
Their short trip to Maui had opened Adam up in new ways. He saw a new side of Audrey, and of himself. He was more deeply in love with her. It made him feel open to new experiences with her in ways he never thought possible.
Their secret Hawaiian getaway had been just what he needed--mind, body, and soul. When he arrived back in New York to face his Democratic challenger on the campaign trail, he felt relaxed and at ease.
And he went into the televised town hall debate with his heart calm and his mind sharp.
In the second half, during Q&A, a young woman in the audience stood up to ask a question, with angry eyes aimed at Adam. She had a buzz cut, and her seasonally inappropriate tank top with a Defund the Police slogan on it showed off two full sleeves of intricate tattoos. Before the assistant had even handed her the mic, Adam knew what she was going to ask.
"The federal government has allocated an additional three billion dollars to fund more police across New York State next year. What will you do," she asked, looking pointedly at Adam, "To stop these racist police from terrorizing our communities?"
Adam didn't panic. He was prepared for this, thanks to Audrey.
He deferred to his Democratic opponent, letting him answer first. As expected, his opponent's answer veered so far to the political left that the audience was stunned silent after he finished.
Then Adam took the mic.
"What's your name?" he asked the woman in the audience.
"Daisy," she replied sardonically.
"Well Daisy," Adam said, "Thank you for bringing this up. A lot of times big government thinks the solution to all our problems is throwing more money them. I don't always agree. Police can sometimes be helpful, but they're not always the best solution to dealing with the complex problems our communities face.
Like, what do you do when someone in your neighborhood is committing petty crimes, but he's not really a criminal, he just can't find a job, or he has mental health problems? This isn't a job for the police. It's a job for specialists who can actually help him, not arrest him. As governor, I will completely reevaluate how New York State looks at police, their funding, their record on racial profiling, and what jobs they should and shouldn't be doing. Many of my fellow Republicans might disagree with my stance. But I don't plan to be a governor for Republicans. I'll be a governor who represents everyone, including you, Daisy. Thank you for coming here to ask your question tonight."
The crowd applauded. Daisy sat down.
Adam nailed the rest of the town hall debate. His opponent was so defeated by Adam's thoughtful, nuanced approaches to issues that he couldn't recover.
* * *
The event was over. Backstage, Adam could hear the low murmur and footsteps as the audience began to leave the auditorium.
He headed into the small prep room the university had set up for him, and closed the door. He was alone. Or thought he was. When he turned around, he saw Audrey standing in the corner, arms and legs crossed in her black sleeveless dress, that bright smile lighting up her face. She wore a bronze neckless with a radiant, circular sand dollar pendant that drew his eyes to her sensual, just barely professional amount of cleavage.
"Good job tonight," said Audrey.
"I hope you're talking to yourself," Adam laughed.
It was, after all, really a win for Audrey. It wasn't that she had coached him on what to say tonight--the way ordinary campaign managers would do. It was that she had actually changed his perspective on the issue. Over the last few weeks, they'd had several spirited debates on the topic of policing, including one that ended in rough sex, with her covered in bruises and him covered in dirt and in need of a new suit. But thanks to Audrey, Adam often discovered a new way of looking at the world. She had changed him, helped him become a more thoughtful human being.
"Yeah, it really was mostly me, wasn't it?" Audrey teased, not a question.
Adam smiled and stepped over to her. He loosened his red tie and undid the top button of his starched white shirt. He cupped her cheeks gently in his hands, and slowly leaned in.
Audrey felt Adam's rough lips touch her soft, sensual mouth.
"Your mouth is so dry, Adam," she said quietly.
She grabbed his head, taking control. She reached up with her tongue, licking slowly and wetly across his lower lip, then his upper lip. Then she flicked her tongue across one corner of his mouth, back and forth.
It was not what Adam was expecting. But he liked it. It was the way Audrey had done it in Maui, with Audrey licking his mouth like it was a soft pussy that his bisexual girlfriend couldn't get enough of. His cock was growing hard in his suit pants.
As Audrey continued to lick Adam's lips, he reached behind her and unhooked her bra through the fabric of her dress. As she thrust her tongue into his mouth, Adam pulled down the straps of her bra and dress. It cascaded to the floor and she stepped out of it expertly.
Adam took a step back to admire her, now almost naked, standing in her black stilettos, black G-string, and bronze necklace. He had never seen anyone more beautiful than Audrey. He was head over heels for this girl.
Audrey moved up to Adam, grabbing his suit jacket and pulling it down, pinning his arms behind him. She pushed him up against the wall. Then to his surprise, she knelt down in front of him, facing the bulge in his pants, and grabbed the leather strap of his belt with her teeth.
Just then, the door opened. Oh shit! They had forgotten to lock it.
In stepped Daisy, the young woman from the audience.
