The evening before

Mrs. FlitzCock's day was absolute chaos after the announcement. She still could not believe she agreed to this. If she loses, every person she knows will have seen all her birthday suit. Men at the office kept staring at her, more than usual that is. And it is obvious what all the water cooler conversations that stop when she passed by were about.

The door to her expensive suburb home shut close and she hit the couch like a rock, still in her sweaty work clothes. God I need a shower. Then I need to think.

She dumped her work clothes in the bathroom bin, and turned to the mirror. Her body was nice, but not the perfection she aspired to all her life. She cupped her small breasts, then turned to examine the ample bottom. "I should have exercised more" she thought, grabbing her belly and ass to see how much extra pudge she had. It wasn't bad, but with so many people looking at it, she just wasn't sure.

The hot water hitting her skin did the work, and she relaxed. The bathroom steamed up, Mrs. FirtzCock just standing there enjoying herself. Her thoughts lingered to the bright side of life. Fuck them all. If I do this, even if I lose, I will have so much money. I can move from this house, as much as I love the garden, to somewhere closer to the center. A penthouse even. And a branch in every town, not just NY.

She did not even notice her hand moving between her legs, back arching as if expecting penetration. Power and money are the best aphrodisiacs. Her finger went in deeper and she bit her lip and moaned. It's been months, I need this so badly.

The downstairs bell rang.