To Ms. Dole's Room

"Let's go to her room," Jennifer says, nodding to her former-tormentor, "Hers is huge, considering that she is a legacy and one of our state senators' nieces."

"Really? That sounds nice. Of course, anywhere with you is nice to me."

The young woman blushes and runs her hands along your chest.

"You just don't turn it off, do you?"

"Nope. Nor do I plan to ever stop turning you on."

"Okay," Jennifer says, "If you are going to keep doing that, let's go now. I don't want to do what I am thinking about doing in public."

"Deal. Come with us, Ms. Dole. After all, you are the one who is going to let us in."

As you go, Jennifer leads you the right way to Ms. Dole's room. Just for fun, you smack the snooty blonde lightly on the ass. You can see how much it bothers her in her eyes, but she can do nothing about it.

When you see the building she is in, you can see that Jennifer was not exaggerating. The twelve story building appears to be made of marble and is fancifully decorated.

Once you get inside, you give Ms. Dole the command to act happy and not let on what you are doing to her. She has **** and you nearly make it to her room without being stopped.

"Delilah, what are you doing back already," a voice calls out from behind you.

"Make up a story, Ms. Dole and make it good. I don't want any trouble."

"Oh, I just needed a break from all the planning. My companions and I were going to go to my room and do some sketching inside for a while."

"Your companions," the woman says, "I don't recognize one of them. He looks a little plain to me."

You step forward and extend your hand.

"My name is Simon and you regret saying that. Now that you see me up close, you realize that I have connections that are greater than yours. You want to tell me your name now, so that I can use my power easier."

"Oh, I apologize," the woman says, "I did not realize that your uncle was in the House. My name is Lynn, Lynn Bush. No relation, although I wish."

You take a moment to check out the woman now. She is a tall, willowy blond in business attire. Her hair is currently in a bun, although strands are hanging loose right now. Beneath her tan dress shirt, you can see what appears to be a set of lovely DDs, which you suspect to be implants. Her thin waist and long, smooth legs covered by a long skirt are nothing short of impressive.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Jennifer gazing at her the same way that you are.

"Stand still and be quiet for a moment, Lynn. Jennifer, do you think she is cute?"

"....uh...sure, I guess...if you like girls."

"Do you?"

"I guess I shouldn't keep anything from you," Jennifer says, "Since you can just make me tell you if you really want to. I do like girls, but not anymore than guys. They are sort of like a milkshake, instead of a steak dinner. Fun to have on the side, but no replacement for the good stuff."

"I understand," you say, "That is perfectly natural. I am not jealous in the least. So, do you think Ms. Dole here is cute too?"

"She is pretty attractive, at least the way she is right now. When she is all rigid and bossy, it turns me off."

"That's understandable. How about we take her with us as well? You know, in case you want a little dessert to go with your meat."

"I...i've never dared to try anything like that....so, yeah, let's do it. With you and your powers, I feel like I can start doing stuff that I have wanted to do for a long time."

You walk casually over to her and kiss her on the lips. Hearing her be so attracted to you and what you can do for her reallly turns you on. She answers your kiss with equal passion and makes no resistance when you grab her ass as well. The idea that these two Republican bitches are standing there watching and being unable to move only turns you on more. Finally, you break the kiss.

"Let's go inside now," you say, "I don't think we need more company. By the way, remind me later to introduce you to some people I think you would like to meet. Come on, Ms. Bush and Ms. Dole."

Both of them follow you as you walk hand-in-hand with Jennifer. Dole is still a little upset, while Bush is a bit confused. She has not been given the whole story, after all, but follows nonetheless.

After a couple minutes, you reach the Presidential Suite. It is easy to infer where the name comes from, given who made this building and how much space between this and the next door there is.

You command Ms. Dole to let you all in and the site of the room is quite impressive. The name definitely fits well. You let the ladies enter first- giving you another chance to check out their asses- and close the door.

"So, how about a little 'Truth and Dare' with our blond friends here?"