How much for a story? (ansem125 + me)

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The second hand Toyota swerved into the parking lot of the DC office complex, a tad bit too fast for any traffic cop's liking, but luckily for the driver there were no traffic cops in the vicinity this particular early morning. Besides, the driver is the kind of woman who has the mythical ability to wriggle out of potential tickets.

She wouldn't have pushed her luck if she was not running late for an important appointment. If she can't find a parking space within the next 10 seconds... she will be. Oh bless the heavens, there is one right there. The Toyota's tires skidded noisily as the car turned into the empty space.

In no time, 25 year-old Natalie Smith exited the vehicle carrying along a slim briefcase with her. All dolled up and dressed in a crispy white blouse, high-waisted black silk pencil skirt, a wide brown belt, no stockings (she spent quite some time this morning deciding whether to wear any, which had partly contributed to her present rush), and 3-inch leather pumps, Natalie looked all business. The brunette walked briskly over to the elevators while glancing at her wristwatch every few steps. Her heels clicked loudly on the cement floor.

Whew, looks like I've just made it on time.

Natalie couldn't have afforded to be late. A junior assistant editor at a news agency, she'd been struggling through her first few months. It didn't matter if she could write like a Pulitzer winner if no one gives her anything to write about. But this, an interview with a reclusive Senator who is chairing the committee investigating certain corporate malpractices, could be her well-earned big break.

A bell chimed and an elevator door opened. Natalie stepped in and pressed the floor number. It immediately shot upwards to her destination.

Hopefully that's the direction my career is going too.

 

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The oak paneled double doors opened inwards and Natalie strode into the senator's office. She hoped she gave a good first impression... although she knew it could have been better. A cursory glance at the mirror while she was in the elevator showed her a bit flustered, and she had every sign of someone who was in a frantic rush minutes ago. Ah well, she thought, that she could not longer control, what happens in the next hour or so she could. Head up, chest out, and tummy in, girl!

"Good morning Mr. Senator," she approached his desk confidently, her dainty right hand held up for a handshake.

They executed the formalities: exchanging a few pleasantries, namecards... and such forth. Natalie had done her research on the Senator - more than strictly necessary, to be honest - a rising political star who had made the Senate at an impossibly young age. That, and his notable press-shy way of doing things... could very well mean she is interviewing a future President right this moment.

See, she couldn't have afforded to be late.

"Well, if it's OK with you I'm hoping we could get started right away?" she inquired after she sat down on a chintz chair directly opposite him.

 

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From her slim black briefcase Natalie took out an unused notepad, a tiny voice recorder, and a sleek custom-made fountain pen with her initials marked in silver – a graduation gift from her parents. She clicked the briefcase shut with her fingers… the Senator would have noticed her fingernails were painted a light baby blue, the only trace of Natalie’s relative youth. She placed the voice recorder on the mahogany table and pushed the RECORD button as she smiled professionally up at him.

“Mr. Grey,” she began, “our readers would love to directly hear from the newly-appointed Chairman of the committee on…”

30 seconds into the interview, Natalie had crossed her legs casually, such that her tight pencil skirt rode up on the sides well past mid-thigh. He would have had an all-too-intimate view of her bare legs over the desk if not for the fact that Natalie had placed her notepad on her exposed flesh, but it also meant that every time she had to jot something down she bent forward slightly…

Natalie was green and it showed. Not from her choice of questions: she had done her research and then some more. But from the way she structured the interview… young Natalie was unable to press the Senator when it mattered to extract the information her readers would really want to know. And as the interview progressed her frustration showed… and once in a while she would wrinkle her pretty nose just for a flashing second at some of his answers.

 

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It was always a surreal experience… watching something you deeply care about go horribly wrong while you can’t do anything about it. Which is exactly how Natalie felt at that moment. This was supposed to be the piece that launches her career, but as it stands now she might as well download a press release from the Senator’s website and use that as her article. Bit by bit she began to lose her professional and collected demeanor, and just past the half-hour mark she didn’t even realize it when she repeated a certain question… which is convenient for him. If her mind had not been all over the place, Natalie might have noticed his gaze and that unmistakable lustful glint within his globes.

She straightened up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as he abruptly cut off the interview, a look of confusion on her pale, pretty face. His smile was not returned.

"I admire your passion for journalism, but I am sure you can understand a man in my position cannot divulge all the information the public might wish to have. Although I would like to compensate for that, if you would allow me.."

Was he going to send her away? Natalie panicked, “Mr. Grey, I only have a few more questions…” she began, alarmed to hear her own voice starting to break. His sudden touch on her shoulders caught her off guard, and with a soft ‘PLOP’ both her notepad and pen dropped from her lap to the carpet. Yet surprisingly his skillful fingers kneading her tired shoulder blades felt… good.

 

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Natalie had been attractive ever since such things mattered. She was also aware of the many benefits of being an attractive woman in her line of work, which more often than not involves exchanging favors, being presentable, and being persuasive. It’s not fair but someone else can cry about it. Yet, for all her womanly charms and those well-formed curves, Natalie can honestly say she had never used her looks for professional purposes. She is simply not that kind of girl.

However, with her career stuttering, her big story going up in smokes, and what the needy Senator is currently doing to her shoulders, this might just be the perfect time to give that a bit of rethinking…

"Now I don't know about you but I would say this situation calls for a little..less clothing."

Not so fast, Mr. Grey, she thought, wary of the smugness in his voice. Right before his large hands popped the first button and moved down to her breasts, she reached up and grabbed his wrists. For now, he can have that delicate area around her collarbone and no more. She looked straight ahead at the chair where he had sat just moments ago, and keeping her voice as steady as a novice can, said, “Only if I get my story, sir.”

Natalie shrugged off his hands and bent down to retrieve her fallen notepad and pen. This time, she put the pad on the desk, and with one hand holding her pen and one hand on the topmost button of her blouse, she repeated a question he had tactfully avoided earlier.

 

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Natalie didn’t turn the recorder back on. She knew better.

As she listened to the answer that gave her more material to write on than the whole interview combined, Natalie could not resist a small smile spreading across her painted lips. Her right hand flew… inking the note pad with his revelations. She marveled at how easy this felt, as if this side of her was inside all the time, and her sense of achievement rose up within her like a beast. She is getting more reckless by the second.

Always a good girl who keeps her promises, as soon as he finished she dropped the pen and quickly undid half of the buttons on her blouse. She was wearing a white flimsy silk slip and a lacy black cotton bra, both of which didn’t cover the top half of her firm, young breasts. Natalie adjusted the collar and made sure her cleavage was on show as well. She turned around in her seat and smiled up at him, searching his eys for approval.

Time for the next question.

 

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Natalie's faced flushed crimson, which luckily for her was partially concealed by the makeup she wore. She felt lightheaded from the sheer audaciousness of her actions... imagine the consequences if anyone were to find out what is happening here! She would be fired for sure, but she guessed it would be worse for the man who now stood behind her. The cool air in the office prickled the now exposed skin on her shoulders, making her extra-aware of her senses.

"Very lovely breasts you have, Ms. Smith. I'm hopefully I may get to see more of you, and perhaps even touch you."

"Certainly." she replied, amazed that she voice had remained calmed.

She fired off two follow up questions. The first would cause her to undo the remaining buttons on her blouse, and she would untuck it from her skirt and place it on an empty spot on his desk. After the second, Natalie would stand up, reach behind to unzip her skirt, and wriggle her hips to let that tight piece of garment slowly drop down her legs...

 

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Natalie’s hand trembled as she carefully ran her silk skirt over the ragged ends of her stilettos, making sure the threads would not be caught it them. Once she slipped it off she put it on top of her blouse. Was it just her, or was the air-conditioning in the office way too cold? And why is her heart beating so fast? Natalie picked up her pen again, trying her hardest to steady her wrist… she wouldn’t let him see just how nervous she was.

Natalie had originally planned on just stripping, yet it suddenly dawned on her how naïve she had been. It became terribly clear she is starting to run out of chips… there is her slip, her bra, her panties, and even if you count each shoe… they still wouldn’t be enough for the loads of questions swimming in her head, being the little perfectionist that she always has been. And he probably wouldn’t have allowed it anyways: stripping, taking what she needed, and just leaving him there.

"Lovely, darling, your body is amazing. Perhaps if I answer a few more questions you might grace my lap with your presence?"

Natalie cleared her throat softly and said “Certainly.”

She stood up, walked over to the other side of the desk, and sat down, legs together, on his lap. She moved the notepad across, and resumed the interview.

 

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Natalie had almost forgotten the rush of excitement that comes with doing something for the first time in her life, she had definitely missed it since she started focusing herself in college to get ahead in her studies. This... seducing a public official to get a scoop... jolted her to her past, to more reckless days. She didn't squirm or back away when he touched her along her bare waist. And even though she was a novice, her movements and mannerisms did not give her awkwardness away.

Another question, another answer. But Natalie was starting to get distracted by the attention she was getting, especially his large, warm hands on her half-naked body. So much that, after the next question, she jotted down her notes, and, without upholding her end of the bargain, asked another.

 

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“Oh, sorry!” Natalie perked up. His sudden move and raised voice interrupting her chain of thought. She hastily looked down at her messily scribbled notepad… she had lost track of how many pieces of clothing she owed him.

She let out a surprised, high-pitched yelp when he roughly pulled her close. His touch on her bare and sensitive thighs sending a thrill of electricity up her body, and she started to feel a familiar twinge at the lower regions of her tummy. And suddenly she felt his manhood against her bottom…

The situation is getting out of control. She wanted to remove her slip, at the very least, but with his arm pinning her torso close to him she could do nothing.