Emiko gets to work on the delegates

That night

"Sato, tell me again how many delegates we need to convince?" Emiko was reclining in a sofa, in a hotel room booked under a pseudonym. She was dressed in a simple bathing robe, her figure the envy of women half her age. She sat with a wine glass in her hand, her legs extending out of the robe, pale skin glimmering in the light.

"Well, to be sure we would need 172 of the 343 delegates, sister," Sato replied, his eyes downcast. He was standing before her, his posture stiff and formal.

"And how many have we secured so far?" Emiko's voice was steady, controlled. She knew the answer, but she wanted to hear it from him.

"We've secured about 100, Emiko. The rest... well, it's been challenging." Sato's voice was quiet, his tone apologetic.

"Challenging? That's not the word I'd use, Sato." Emiko's eyes were sharp, her words cutting. "We're running out of time, and you're telling me it's challenging?"

"I'm sorry, Emiko. We've done everything we can, but the opposition has been strong. They had promised their support to others, and are not inclined to return to our side, nor even reveal who the other side is!"

"But you have gathered the ones we need today?" Emiko was not interested in his excuses, her gaze fixed on the man before her.

"Yes, they are here, in the hotel. We have booked the entire place, all 100 rooms." Sato's voice was quiet, his eyes meeting hers.

"Good. Tell them to pick up their phones at 8, on the dot." Emiko took a sip from her wine, her eyes never leaving Sato. "I will address them, and make my offer. We can't afford to lose this election, Sato. We need to ensure Isabella wins."

Sato nodded, his eyes still downcast. "I understand, Emiko. I'll make sure they're ready for your call."

Emiko watched him as he left, her eyes narrowed in thought. The stakes were high, higher than ever before. But she was determined. Failure was not an option, not for her, not for Isabella, and not for Montesoro.

At 8pm, the men in the hotel picked up the phones in the rooms, ready to hear her proposal. She took her time, letting the silence drag on, before finally whispering into the receiver.

"Good evening, gentlemen. I'm sure you are eager to hear my proposal, so let's get straight to it. I know you all to be men of means, with power and influence. You've been offered a lot by the other side, haven't you? I know how persuasive they can be."

She paused, letting her words sink in, before continuing. "But I have something here that money can't buy, that no influence can win."

She smirked, knowing the chaos she was about to unleash.

"The door to my room here on the penthouse is closed, but it can be opened with one simple piece of paper: A paper with your signature, casting your vote to Isabella. The voting slip can be found in your bed-side drawers."

She could imagine the frantic grasping at the drawers occurring right now, throughout the building.

"The first one to get here gets to taste me here, however he wishes. The rest have to line up for their turn, until we get the 72 votes we need. And I'm sure you will agree, the fruit is the sweetest when its ripe, not after 70 men had their way with it. So hurry up boys, I'm waiting."

With that, she hung up, and sat back on the bed, her robe falling off her body, revealing her perfectly toned and sculpted body. Her breasts were petite but perky, her stomach flat and toned, and her legs were smooth and shapely. She had a smoldering look in her eyes, a look that said she was ready to play.

As she reclined on the bed, the first man burst into the room, panting hard, having ran up the stairs in his eagerness. He thrusted his paper at Sato, who was outside to collect the forms and enforce order, and entered her room, his eyes falling greedily on her naked body.

He was a short, stocky man, his hair slicked back and a fat belly He wasted no time, stripping off his clothes and joining her on the bed, his hands eagerly exploring her body.

Emiko arched her back and moaned softly as the man's hands found her breasts, his touch rough and demanding. He squeezed and kneaded her flesh, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her. As he continued to explore her body, she could feel his hard cock, pressing against her thigh. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, stroking him slowly as he groaned with pleasure.

"Come here, baby, fuck me," she whispered in his ear, her voice husky with desire. He needed no further encouragement, positioning himself between her legs and sliding his thick cock deep inside her.

Emiko gasped as he entered her, filling her completely. He began to thrust, his strokes long and deep, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on. He pounded into her relentlessly, their bodies moving together in a rhythm of pure lust.

He lasted only for a few moments, grunting and shooting out jets of his cum into her pussy, coating her walls with his seed. As he pulled out, his cum dribbled down her legs, and she smirked at him, panting and spent on top of her. "You'll have to try harder next time," she teased, pushing him off of her.

The man, spent and exhausted, collapsed beside her on the bed. She pushed him off, telling him to leave before the next man came.

The door opened again, revealing the long line that had now formed, and another man walked in, his face flushed with lust and his eyes dark with desire. Emiko grinned, beckoning him over.

"Come here, handsome, let me see what you've got," she purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

(to be continued...)