This is my city. The city of my fucking wealth.
I look down at Vicki and lift her skirt up, slapping her ass. It's firm and I grab a handful of one ass cheek in my hand. I have enough money to bounce $100 bills off her ass all day long. I can make it fucking rain for hours.
Don't believe me?
I've made an excess of a billion dollars on Wall Street, first working for Carter Jeffries, and then doing some currency trades. I still have a currency trading operation, Trask Phillips—a fucking power broker on Wall Street.
“I want you to fuck me hard," Vicki moans, looking back at me. I grin and grab her hips in one hand, and with the other, I yank her thong down.
Then I lean down and whisper in her ear, "Oh, I'll do it … but be careful what you wish for."
I push a finger inside of her pussy, sliding it in all the way.
"You’re so fucking wet, and I love it," I grin.
With a forceful thrust, I push my cock into Vicki and watch as she grips the table top with both of her hands. She's moaning and the two blondes get down on their knees behind me, dragging their hands up my thighs and grabbing my balls.
Yes, being Mayor of this city is a hell of a lot of fucking fun.
And I'm not just talking about fucking these women.
I've cleaned this city up, after the Anders administration. Unemployment is at 2%.
Crime is at all-time low.
People are making more fucking money than they have in years.
I fucking love seeing
this city firing on all cylinders. And that's a direct result of my hard work.
Courts, transportation, EMS, urban planning, IT, public facilities, infrastructure, speaking with lawyers on legal issues, zoning and land use, finances, libraries, and even parking lots—you fucking name it and I've had my hands in it. Impressive list, isn't it?
And email—fuck let's not even talk about that. I spend hundreds of hours answering tens of thousands of fucking emails, communicating with the public, with my staff, with governments, and utilities, and on, and on.
You get the fucking picture.
Are you wondering how one person could possibly handle all of that?
Well, this job isn't for the weak-minded.
It takes a lot of fucking guts and determination.
And the bottom line is, I've changed the way the government interacts with people and their lives. And the city is thriving because of it.
But what now? What's my next big move?
A lot of high political jobs require that I have a fucking wife and kids.
But as I look down at Vicki, and at the other two women, their perfect tits and asses, and eager, open mouths … well, let's just say I'm in no fucking hurry to get married.
Been there, done that.
I'll take the foursome any day.
Vicki let's out a loud moan and I start working her pussy faster. I feel a growing desire coursing through my body and my movements become more erratic.
There's an electric current traveling through every muscle fiber, and the energy of it all is mounting. I feel like I'm about to fucking explode.