Chapter 8
When Hugo reached his office early the next morning, Carla was already there. He told her of his evening with Midge and of his plans for a sexual family evening at home to involve the three of them. She let him know how enthusiastic she was about it and assured him that she would select just the right clothes for the girl's special performance.
After that, Hugo turned his attention to matters of work. He checked out progress on the formation and staffing of the construction company and while things were going well, he applied enough pressure to ensure that they would move faster.
He was checking out other matters when Carla interrupted him to tell him the governor was on his special private line. He was not surprised when the man came on affably, congratulating him and the paper on their stand they had taken about cleaning out the slums.
"You sure do fight rough, Hugo," he said with a chuckle, a light reference to the way Hugo had dynamited his pet project, the highway widening plan which would have enriched his contractor friends and done him no harm.
"I learned early in life," Hugo told him, "that I don't, like fighting. If somebody forces me to do it, then I fight to win."
"You're not a fan of the Marquis of Queensbury?"
"I think he was either a queer or a boy scout leader, or perhaps both. When I fight, I make my own rules."
There was a little more casual conversation, then the governor told Hugo he'd like to have a private chat with him.
"Be delighted to, Carl. Where would you like it to be? Somewhere where we can relax? How about The Club?"
"No thanks, your club has a great reputation as a swinging place. I have my image to consider."
"Then how about my suite here? It offers all the comforts of home and then some."
They arranged a meeting for three that afternoon, then Hugo had Carla phone Midge and tell her to be at the office at two-thirty in her shortest and sexiest uniform.
"My, but we're being nice to the governor today," she teased, grinning.
"Are you jealous because I didn't give you to him?" Hugo teased back.
"Hell no, you're my kind of man, lover. I don't like fat, fumbling old men like Carl. I don't know how Midge is going to like him."
"As long as he has a cock, she'll like him," Hugo assured her. "That little bitch has a tight but a bottomless cunt. There just isn't enough prick in the world to satisfy her. Besides, think of how that old lecher will pant when he watches Midge go into action in her abbreviated costume."
Laughing, they went back to work, got things in perfect order, then went out to lunch, early. This time they went to the club and ate a leisurely meal in the public dining room. Business was brisk, and they smiled at the way the waitresses kept the place packed with their provocative uniforms.
"You were so right about the uniforms," Carla told him as they watched men stealing glances from all directions while the waitresses pretended not to notice.
"I had to be," he said, casually, not showing off. "The bunny concept is too blatant, too commerical. Men like the idea of being able to see under a skirt, sheer nylons, bare thighs above and, from time to time, a bit of a glimpse of clinging black panties and a bit of bum cheek. Look at Heather," he added, pointing.
The waitress he had mentioned, was bending over a service station, selecting glasses and not hurrying about it. She showed all that Hugo had mentioned, including teasing portions of white nether cheeks with a narrow band of black nylon curving between them and into her crotch.
"She should get some very nice tips today," Carla observed with a grin. "That looked so tasty I wanted to grab her myself and get my mouth where her panties are."
After their meal, they went up to the private club to chat with a few members and have a couple of drinks, then they returned to the office. Midge arrived a few minutes later and Hugo told her what he expected of her. He didn't tell her that the man was the governor, just that he was a very important man and that she was to stage a magnificent performance for him. He knew she would, even before she assured him that she would try to make the man go off in his pants.
When the governor arrived, Hugo did his part by meeting him in the lobby and escorting him upstairs to his private suite. As they entered, both women stood to greet them, then Carla sat with her notepad and pencil at the ready, her legs enticingly crossed to let him see how long her nylons ended and what her thighs looked like above them. For her part, Midge bent, her back turned to the new arrivals, and took a little longer than she should have in picking up a tray. By the time she straightened up, the governor knew that she wore black bikini panties and that they covered only a little of a magnificent bottom.
"How do you ever get any work done around here?" he asked Hugo who grinned.
"I wear blinkers and dark glasses and take a lot of cold showers," Hugo told him as he ushered the man to a comfortable chair and pulled one up for himself.
Midge took their drink orders and soon returned with the drinks. Hugo checked with his guest who told him that he would prefer that they chat in privacy for a while. He smiled broadly when Hugo told him he would send the woman away for the time being, but that they could be recalled later if he were in no hurry.
Without wasting any time, the governor told Hugo that he was preparing a massive plan of state aid in slum clearance and that he was prepared to pump into it all the money that had been earmarked for the highway project.
"I'm delighted to hear that, Carl, and I'll make sure the public knows of your concern in this area. Besides money though, we could use some legislation on both state and city level to put the screws on the vultures who own these fire traps."
"I'm with you all the way there, Hugo. I've been reading your special reports and I have a team of experts working on that angle right now. You may go ahead and announce that too."
The governor talked and looked as though he were the state's verson of Santa Claus and Hugo allowed him to enjoy his moment of glory. He was aware that he had built a big, bright bandwagon and that the governor was climbing aboard, but that didn't bother him at all. He saw it as adding impetus to his campaign and that was all that mattered to him. They discussed a few more details, then at Hugo's suggestion, they called the women back to the room and more drinks were poured.
"Midge is just eighteen," Hugo confided, "and until last week she was a virgin. She's still as tight as one and there isn't anything in the book she doesn't enjoy."
"What a man you are Hugo. You work hard, but it looks like you sure as hell know how to play."
"I do indeed, Carl. You should see the set up I have at the club. However, I'm not a selfish man. I like to share my playthings with my friends, very special friends, that is. If you're in no hurry, Carla and I will take our leave after a few minutes. I'm sure you'll find Midge to be very warm and very friendly."
"Can she be trusted? Please don't be offended, Hugo, it's just that I can't risk scandal. Pillar of the church and all that, you know."
"Carl, how could you ask such a question? Don't you think I'm aware of that too? Any of my special girls could be trusted to fuck the pope and blow the president without the faintest risk of scandal.
At a signal from Hugo, Carla came and sat on his lap, the hem of her dress being allowed to ride above her knees, far enough so that a little portion of her expanded nylon tops showed.
"Carla is the perfect executive assistant," Hugo told his visitor, allowing one hand to stray to a firm thigh, giving it a little squeeze.
"I can see that," the governor said, perspiring, his eyes moving over her thighs. "Intelligence, loyalty and beauty," As Hugo's hand rubbed, the hem of her dress was pushed a little higher so that Carl saw bare thigh above her nylon, was able to see that her thigh was so firm that the clinging nylon made no impression in her flesh.
"If she has a fault," Hugo went on, grinning, his hand still fondling, "it's that from time to time, she makes it hard for me to keep my mind on business."
"I can see that too, how she'd make it hard for you, to do anything."
"Precisely, and since she's done it again, then I think we should adjourn to my office. I wouldn't want to do anything to shock innocent little Midge."
Laughing, Carla slid off Hugo's lap, doing it in such a way that she showed the governor how her black panties contrasted with her flawless white thighs. Hugo took her to the bar to refresh their drinks, then, with a wink at the governor he led her from the room and told Midge to be a good little girl.
"I'll be just as good as you want me to be," Midge told the man as she moved closer to his chair. "Also, I trust you know he was kidding about shocking me. I'm just getting over virginity and I'm anxious to make up for all the time I wasted in that silly state."
His training caused him to be just a little nervous, but then he told himself that while Hugo could be a tough, even ruthless opponent, he was a man to be trusted and that Midge was a gift he could accept without reservations.
Outside, in the private office, Carla slid open the panel which permitted them a view of the inner room through the one way window. They saw the governor move an arm around the girl's legs, then a hand moved up her thigh and she sighed as she moved closer to him and let him fondle her thighs, buttocks and crotch. She gave a louder sigh and smiled warmly, then told him the couch was roomier and much more comfortable than his chair.
They got up and went to the couch, the man walking as though having difficulty with his knees. As they sat, the hem of Midge's skirt met the tops of her nylons and she told him, with a warm smile, that Carla was not the only one around the place with nice thighs.
He confirmed that, his voice a little rough, then she sighed deeply as he put a hand on an expanded nylon top and began fondling. As he did, Midge put a hand on the front of his pants and found the stiff bulge of his erection.
If Carl needed a signal, that was it and he pushed her skirt up eagerly as she squirmed in passion and let her thighs move wide apart, urging him to see and feel more of her.
"Oh baby," he panted, "you're exciting. When you bent over I could see your thighs right up to your bum. Christ, you're beautiful. Did you know how much you were showing?"
"Yes. I love to show myself to men and get them all worked up. I hoped you could see my little black panties and my white bum cheeks and that it made your cock hard, made you want to strip me naked and do all kinds of exciting things to me."
"You sure as hell did get me excited and you're still doing it," he whispered huskily as he rubbed the warm crotch of her panties. "How old are you anyway?"
"Eighteen. Is that too young for you?"
"No, that's a very exciting age. I have daughters a lot older than you and I don't think they're as much women as you are. Can we really do anything we want?" he asked then. "You're sure nobody will barge in here?"
"The only way in here is through Hugo's office," she told him. "There's no way he's going to let that happen. Let's relax. I'm feeling so nice and horny, I have been ever since I showed you my panties. Ooh, I like the way you rub my crotch. You make my little pussy all hot and hungry."
As she talked in a husky whisper, hunger in her tone, Midge squirmed against him and fondled the big lump in his pants. She turned partially over his lap and felt his hands grabbing at her buttocks which were only partially covered by her panties and not hidden at all.
"Tell me if you want me to take my clothes off," she told him, quietly, as he fondled her lush nether cheeks. "If you like, I'll undress you. I've never undressed a man before."
Pushing her off his lap, the governor stood and almost tore his clothes off, panting as he told her to take her dress off and that he would take the rest off for her.
Naked, he was not nearly as attractive as Hugo, she thought, but she got over the flabbiness of his body by concentrating her gaze on his stiff weapon, twitching with desire for her, the foreskin back to display a head that was, she decided, not too bad at all, even though his penis was shorter than Hugo's and not nearly as big around.
She threw her dress off, snugged her sheer, bikini panties around her body, then smiled as he came to her and took her in his arms.
"Oh baby," he groaned, "you're so lovely. My life is a lonely one, I can't do things other men can. I have to be so careful all the time. Make it good for me, Midge. Let me strip you naked."
"Yes, yes, take my bra and panties off for me. I want to be naked with you. Your big prick must be great. It feels so hard against my belly. It will feel even better when you push it into my tiny little pussy. Do you want to stick it in me? Tell me if you really want to give me a fuck. You will be only the second man to do that to me. My cunt is as tight as it was when I was a virgin."
"Yes, Midge, you beautiful thing. I want to get my stiff prick in your tight little cunt and fuck you, but first, I want to see you all over, I want to feel you and play with you."
As he panted the words, he unhooked her bra with fumbling fingers, then took it off and gave a broken groan at the sight of her luscious, nude breasts.
He grabbed at them, rubbed them a little roughly, then he was sucking one as she squirmed and sighed, telling him how well he was sucking and how horny it was making her. The man sucked both her breasts and stared in awe at her big, hard nipples, then he bent and was stripping her panties down as she swayed and sighed, her body jerking with wild arousal which was a match for that which rocked his body and made his knees weak.
Midge raised her lovely legs high to step out of her panties, he held her by the arms as he feasted his eyes on the sight of her flawless, Dresden doll body, then he turned her slowly around to stare at the lush beauty of her smooth back, perfectly rounded buttocks and magnificent thighs. He turned her around to face him again and she moved into his embrace and held him tightly, rubbing hotly against her bare belly.
They got onto the couch and he began playing with her as she squirmed and made sure he was able to reach everything he wanted. She hoped he would want to suck her twat, but he seemed content to feel it, his hand rubbing it hotly while he restricted his kissing to her mouth and breasts.
"He isn't much of a lover," Carla commented as she and Hugo watched the scene, marvelling at the way Midge was performing.
"He's typical of a class," Hugo told her. "All his life he's been too busy getting to the top to take time to learn how to be a man and a lover. That sort of thing doesn't win votes."
"Will he consider it worth it? When it's all over I mean."
"No. His kind of a man had his sights set on the White House. It took him too long to make Governor, and on the way, he showed that that was the limit of his talent. He's just a run of the mill governor, a political hack. Soon, a younger, smoother man will come along and take even that from him. He'll be finished then. He'll still be allowed to be a back room man, but nothing more. It's sad in a way."
"I've never thought of feeling sad for a governor before," Carla told him, "but the way you put it, he's a very pitiful man. There's nothing for him to look forward to, he's had too much and yet he never made it to where he wanted to be."
"Right. A fireman or a tradesman or a clerk does his job, forgets about the early ambitions and waits for his pension. He can look forward to what will be exciting for him, fishing, going to some crummy beach in Florida, maybe buying a trailer and just travelling. What's ahead is always better and more exciting."
But at the moment, the governor would not have shared their view. Midge lay on her back, panting, her legs opened wide and what was just ahead for him looked very exciting indeed. As he mounted her, he gave a groan and fumbled in her crotch. He found the moist slit and emitted a series of grunts as he pushed his organ into it.
Midge held him warmly, he stroked for only a short time, then his buttocks were twitching as he pumped his semen into her churning vagina and she used her strong vaginal muscles to suck him until he groaned and had to pull his spent organ out as he collapsed onto her.