Political party conferences in the UK serve four purposes: posing, plotting, partying and procreation (or at least the semblance of it). I hate them usually. Here I was, the Prime Minister’s deputy chief of staff herding the cats who were her ‘colleagues.’ They were, in fact, a duplicitous bunch of self-seekers mostly, with a few rare exceptions such as Libby Manning. I’d grown even more fond of her since the election and...

With the summer recess behind us, Tenant’s office had been thrown into a maelstrom of work. She reshaped her shadow cabinet and, to my great pleasure, Libby Manning was appointed shadow for the Environment. My main tasks as deputy to Tony Riley (Chief of Staff) was to write speeches and act as a liaison between Sylvia’s office and the whips. Babs was still looking after admin at the constituency office but that required,...

Barbara had come to me after my night with Libby and Delphine.  She'd come out of the shower and there she was with her strappy poking out of her silk sleep shorts. “Get over here then, Babs has something for you.” She stroked her dildo lasciviously. “Lift that gorgeous nighty and let me see you.” I lifted it and she urged me closer with a wiggle of her finger. When I was in reach she put her finger between my legs and st...

I was leaning against a wall. Henry Wayne’s election party was in full swing and I couldn’t give a damn. I didn’t like the man personally and would never have voted for him or his shitty party. So, why was I there? Well, I am ambitious. I intend to get a lot further in the world of politics, not as a politician but as an adviser. It’s a slippery pole and the politico you work for or the party they claim to be a part of is...

I’d thought it would be a mistake but I was wrong. With her eyes locked on mine she slid her hands behind my neck and slowly drew me to her. It was just as things went out of focus that I felt our lips touch and the warm moistness of her mouth on mine. I had been sort of frozen but as her tongue pushed into my mouth I knew it was going to be okay and I let her in, encouraged her in, wanted her in,We were sitting on my sof...

Liz Prosser was in her office in the Town Hall. She had spent the afternoon in a hotel room with Marion Carswell. During their joint trip to the Maldives they”d recognised that their sexual needs matched even better than they”d first believed and that afternoon they had indulged themselves. Carswell was a dominant woman in her work and in her play and Prosser had the red arse of a well spanked sub. Her chair, soft though...

Arnie Miller was an anachronism, a successful regional newspaper editor with his feet planted firmly in the middle of the 20th Century. Unreconstructed, he smoked and drank alcohol in the office despite both being illegal or against company rules. He wore a creased suit, his tie loose and his hair ruffled. He was rude and played the “nobody is as busy as me” card.‘What’ya got, Charlie?’He spoke like an American cliché des...

Wednesday. The Hon. Lilly Caterham had asked me out to lunch. Since I was ‘resting’ as we in the acting profession actually never say, it was no problem for me. Since Lilly was massively wealthy it was no problem for her either. Lilly had thrown a party on the Saturday before we met and I’d ended up in one of her bedrooms with the stunning Indian doctor, Anita Choudhury. Now we were sitting in a rather lovely bistro, drin...

It was a Saturday evening and my friend, Lilly was holding a party to celebrate. When I asked what she was celebrating, she explained simply that it was exactly one year since the Saturday evening when she discovered her husband, Bernard, in bed with their neighbour. ‘Thanks to him and her too I guess, I could afford to buy the pile.’ “The pile” in question was a substantial house and large garden she had been able to aff...

Lauren got out of bed. Ava was lying on her back, her blonde hair spread across the pillow. Lauren looked at her breasts moving slowly up and down in time with her breathing as she slept and felt that her Sunday morning might be just as rewarding as her Saturday night had been. She tore her eyes away from the sleeping German woman and stepped into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Her bladder emptied noisily into the bo...

Lauren arrived back at her hotel, the Hotel Stein, one of Frankfurt’s finest at around 9pm that Saturday night. Throughout the day she’d been shepherded by two local bodyguards, Erich and Hanse, since Carla and Frank were not allowed to carry weapons in Germany. She was glad finally to be alone. The hotel had plenty of security and she felt quite safe. Every visitor and guest had to pass through x-ray checks and there was...

Frances had her hand in her panties. Her eyes were locked on the Barrett M82 in its case. Forget men, forget cock; this was the source of her imminent orgasm. The power, the danger; these were the mainstays of her arousal. She didn’t really need to look at it, so fixed was its image in her mind. The first time she had held it in the privacy of her own flat she had run the cold, slender barrel between her legs and she’d cu...

Previously in ‘Carla.’ Carla is a professional bodyguard and assigned to protect the CEO of a large pharmaceutical company who has been targeted by animal rights activists. She was shot in one attack. Now fully recovered she has employed a former colleague, Harry, to help her find the assassins and to check out a woman, Angie, who had got close to her. She feared she was potentially connected to the killers, and using Car...

Harry Carter and I went way back. He was, like me, from a part of the military that doesn’t exist. He had to leave when he mislaid a leg in some shitty part of the world. I’d carried him most of the way out and while he didn’t owe me anything (he’d have done the same for me), he’d remained a close and dear friend. He was also one of the most resourceful men I knew. If the police couldn’t find who was trying to kill Lauren...

When Lauren is busy so is everyone around her. She’s driven and drives her staff. Sometimes it is difficult because although she recognises the need for security, especially in the light of the threats, she is adamant in not curtailing her activity. ‘If I do that, they’ve won, beaten me. I’m not having that.’ A great attitude but not always easy for Frank and me to persuade her to take sensible precautions. Like the night...