I was busy with my usual Monday morning office routine, sipping coffee, browsing a large stack of phone messages and sorting through my email. Five messages were from Cal Ryder, sleazebag journalist for the local news. What the hell could he want that's so important, I thought. As the mayor of a large midwest city, I was used to calls from the local paper, but it wasn't often that I would get a call from Cal. He was most likely concerned with the plight of the local titty bars and my PR person could usually fend him off without my intervention.
"Hey baby, how's life been treating my favorite sexy politician?" he growled into the phone when he finally got through.
"It's Mayor Jensen to you, Mr. Ryder, and life for me is just fine, but I'm sure that's not what you called to talk about," I replied tartly. "You have one minute."
"Oh now, be nice to me baby," he cooed into the phone, "especially since what I have to say will change your life as you know it."
"Your high school drama act is killing me," I said, " thirty seconds, Cal."
"Ok, let me get right to the point then, sweetheart. I heard you had quite a successful fundraiser on Friday night. As a matter of fact, I happen to know that you 'set the stage', as it were, for a sure fire re-election campaign this year," he said with a guttural laugh that chilled me down to my soul.
His words sunk into me like a lead weight. As it was, I did have a very successful evening with Maggie, my campaign manager, hosting the event at a swank downtown hotel in their best ballroom. Colleagues and business leaders from all over the state had attended the gala and the champagne had flowed freely. Life had been good to me these past three years. I enjoyed running the city and it had proliferated since I had been in office. I was practically a shoe-in for re-election, which was coming up in eleven short months. Cal's reference to 'setting the stage' had been a lucky choice of words, I hoped. Being single and attractive and in the political arena, I had long ago learned to keep all personal information about myself very private. On that Friday night however, I had let my guard down.
I had been in the mood for celebration that night and perhaps just a little too much champagne had led me to a rare indiscretion. The 'stage' that I hoped Cal had not been referring to was located in the hotel's smaller ballroom. It was not in use that night and was empty and dark except for a small spotlight above the stage area. It was into this room that Maggie had pulled me aside and whispered that she had a surprise for me.
Maggie has been my right-hand woman for years. She works behind the scenes to pull together a first class organization of support staff and executive backers. She is also my lover. Nothing serious or committed about our relationship, just good old-fashioned hot girl sex whenever either one of us need it, which has been at least once a week for the last five years. We both have other lovers and are content to keep it that way.
Maggie has a body most men would kill to have in their hands. At 32, she has a stunningly curvaceous shape that make men drool at the sight of her, whether dressed in business skirt and blouse or jeans and a sweater. Her ample hips and ass are set off perfectly by a flat stomach and thin waist that can be retained only by women who have not borne children. Her breasts are large, very large, and no matter what she wears, there is always the slightest hint of her nipples showing through her top.
We had met years ago when we both worked for the same firm and after only a few nights out for drinks together we both knew, just by the flirtatious look in each other's eyes, that we wanted each other. There was no awkwardness or fumbling that first time... we went after each other like animals in heat and it hasn't changed since. Maggie is strictly into women. She once told me that she's never had a man and never had a desire for one. Myself, I enjoy both sides of humanity and have had great sex with both men and women alike.
What Maggie had whispered into my ear was that she had a special friend with her that night, but she wouldn't be able to join us after the party. "She lives a few hours away and has to head home later, but I wanted you to meet her tonight," Maggie said. "I know you'll enjoy her almost as much as I enjoy you...come see what you think."
Maggie braced a couple chairs up against the door handles and walked with me to the front of the room. There, sitting on the stage was one of the most incredibly beautiful women I had ever seen. She looked to be about 35 and had long, blonde wavy hair that reached the center of her back. She was wearing a short black suit; black hose; and the hottest pair of ankle strap heels, which made her legs look exceptionally long and sexy.
What ensued was a threesome that would leave a porno producer horny for more. Our tryst had begun with Maggie introducing me to her lover while at the same time unbuttoning my blouse. "Abby is a lover extraordinaire, and she wants to help me celebrate your fundraising success," Maggie said.
All three of us had explosive orgasms that night and it was an erotic encounter I wouldn't soon forget. Cal's choice of words, and the way he emphasized the fact that I had 'set the stage' had left me shaken. Several reps from his station had been at the party, but not Cal. There's no way that anyone could have known what went on that night in the other ballroom, I told myself. The doors had all been barred and the room was empty.
"What are you talking about, Cal?" I said, trying not to let him hear the slight tremor in my voice. "I really have a busy morning here and don't have time for games."
"Ok darling," he said, "I'll make it short and sweet; I have a feeling you're going to make time for the kind of games I have in mind."
"It seems that our station cameraman got a little horny that night at your party," Cal continued. "Seeing all the hot women around him dressed in their finest got the best of him, so he slipped away into a vacant room just down the hall. There he was, just whackin away in private when in comes first one, then two more gorgeous babes. They blocked the exit and proceeded to suck and fuck each other into oblivion. Very erotic for our cameraman to watch, but watching is never enough for a man of the media so of course he got it all on film too."
At his words my heart sank to the floor and I could see my whole life's career blowing away like a puff of smoke. Whatever Cal's intentions were it was obvious that it was going to entail blackmail. My silence was akin to an admission.
"So what do you say now, darling?" asked Cal. "You're just lucky that our camera man is so staunchly religious that he copied the tape to video and gave it to me. He said that he didn't need to watch that kind of sleaze and he would leave it up to me to decide what to do with it. Here's my home address and I expect you to meet me there at 7:00 on Friday so we can discuss what should be done about this tape." He rattled off his address and hung up. I just sat there, stunned and devastated.
