Back to the palace

A car with the mature but immaculately tidy admin assistant, Val (or whatever her real name was) picked me up shortly afterwards to take me back to the Grand Palace for a few more briefings. Naturally, as soon as I was in the back seat with her, I popped her tits out of her blouse and played with them all the way there. I figured, even if I had just fucked the young receptionist I could still have a little fun. Val, for her part looked mortified. She flushed and turned away, trying to seem interested in something outside on the town streets as we cruised by, so much so that she wasn't even noticing me squishing her tits around. Val managed to remain looking mortified - even when, properly dressed once more we went back to the cabinet office of Ruritania. Particularly as I took her by the hand the whole way. She could not look any of the other staff in the eye I noticed.

"Ah, you are back sir. It is a delight to see you once more", acknowledged the president on our return with a smile. then turned to Val and nodded, "Madam secretary"

I almost choked. "Madam secretary"?

"Yes, our beloved finance secretary". explained the president seeing my confusion.

I recalled the day before where I had fucked her chest with an initial sense of embarrassment, then shrugged, grinned and thought - a government minister? I probably wouldn't have done anything different had I known.

"Sir! We are delighted to see that you have begun your proposed investment in our nation", exclaimed the president in what to me sounded like growls and whistles, but that was interpreted or him by the younger of the pair of what I had taken to be administrative assistants. (Given that I had seriously mistaken Val though, this one might be the head of the military or some such position! Maybe I should fuck her tits too).

I had already made a couple of phone calls and arranged the requested money to be paid to the national coffers on a weekly basis. Lets see how this goes I thought. I figured I could bail after a few weeks if it doesn't work out so well.

"Our gratitude knows no bounds." she continued to interpret. "We have taken the liberty of appointing you to the following posts, so that you may feel the honor and esteem in which we hold you", and presented me with a small pile of fairly cheap looking identity cards with the national flag of Ruritania on them. Luckily these cards were written on one side in Ruritanian and the other in English. I scanned through them. They all had my face and name. The first identified me as "Chief of Police". Subsequent ones established me as the head of every government body in use in the country. "Fire Service, Prisons, Schools, Hospitals". Fuck, I thought. That's a lot of responsibility. I picked up the last one, "Deputy President".

"We wish it to be clear that you are not expected to perform any duties in relation to any of these posts. However you have the authority to act as you like within them." continued the translator. "We would also like to say that if you prefer the title of president, you may have that, or we are prepared to accept an absolute monarchy".

I gave it a moment's thought. The absolute monarch thing sounded fun -King of Ruritania! but I had done pretty well over the years in being outside of the spotlight. I looked again at the cheap cards. "No, this seems fine", I said.

"Excellent!", exclaimed the President clapping his hands together, and through the interpreter, added. "I took the liberty of briefing Agila here. She is head of internal security. Secret Police if you will. She will look after you and she understands you are now in charge of everything".

"Who?" I queried and turned round. Somehow without my noticing, a tall blonde Amazon in leathers had stealthily appeared at my side and was standing awaiting instructions. I gasped, startled at the sudden appearance, then took in her physique and began to grin.