Chapter 17

"I think we can use this to our advantage..."

Snapping her eyes open at the sound of tapping on the glass, Trisha wakes up sitting in the backseat of her chauffeured, state-provided, black SUV. But nothing hurts off and quickly pulling her panties up and fixing her skirt, she had a Rolls to let go just enough so she can look at the man standing outside the door. With a small. The door is opened and she is helped outside. Standing outside a side entrance to her State office, she walks inside with a bodyguard close behind.

Walking passed a couple of staffers for a colleague, they smile and wave, their eyes instantly drawn to her bubbling and bouncing cleavage. Ignoring them she continues on her way. Arriving at her office, she indicates that she wants the bodyguard to wait outside and then steps in. Far from the elegance of a federal office, it is still very nice, fitting for a state Senator of Pennsylvania. Sitting down behind her desk she looks at the stack of papers sitting in the center neatly arranged and starts to go through them. Most of them are either proposal order letters from lobbyists. Going over a bill to upgrade the city water system in the Northeast end, she reads through it and tosses it aside. It is better to vote for it then do a pose, even if it will be another 5 years before the funding is available to actually get it done and then work through a deal with the various labor unions and local municipalities involved. More government garbage and red tape.

Boring...

When she first agreed to get into politics, she knew that local and state level would garner very little to nothing in the way of financial reward. That is for the federal level and the more important office or committee you sit on the rewards are even greater. The most coveted is the Armed Services Committee followed up by National Security. With buckets of campaign cash flowing into her personal coffers someday through backdoor deals and financial trickery, Trisha turns on her computer and goes into her email. The real work is her campaign for US Senate. Most state-level bureaucrats will run for governor or for the House of Representatives. The path to the presidency to be a governor or a US Senator. State senators tend to run for the US Senate.

Her opponent, Victoria, took the more conservative approach. Running and winning her Mayoral race were her hometown, cheap leverage a big amazon infrastructure deal to propel her to the House of Representatives at the federal level, skipping state politics altogether! As a woman of the people, the working class without unions, she is very popular in the more rural areas of the state which is predominantly conservative. In the more liberal cities like Philadelphia and the surrounding boroughs of Southeast Pennsylvania, the path to federal office is through the grind of state politics. The only advantage that Tricia has is that as a state senator she has had more direct involvement with the direction of where the state will go, as in voting judges and other privileges reserved for that body then a member of the House of Representatives would get of either state or federal level.

Responding to emails from her campaign chair and boots on the ground, Trisha is in a dead heat. It looks like the disinformation campaign is working in Victoria's favor as more and more people are no longer buying into the bullshit of the mainstream media and Democratic operatives on the ground. More and more people are waking up to the idea that a Democrat is a liar. Firing off an email, she tells her campaign manager to find some dirt on the Republican.

"I don't care how you do it, just find it. I don't care what laws you break I don't care what you do but I need something because if we don't find anything she will kick my ass. We need the senate seat and conservatives are fired up even if they don't show it in the polls. I just have a feeling. A 5% lead in the polls no longer means anything. People lie they are polled each and every day. Again, find me something legitimate on that red-haired floozy, or I'll have your ass in front of the closest precinct with plenty of documentation to put you away. Understand?"

Firing off the message through an encrypted email and server network, Trisha does not need to wait for a reply. She already knows that Richard Bautista will do it. A foreign National from Nicaragua, he is wanted on many high crime for treason and **** pushing as well as capital **** of politicians and State Police back in his home country. Here he is known as Felix Lopez, a rather unassuming name that defies his hardened looks and tatted body.

With that done she starts working on her speech for her next campaign rally in the north-east section of the state when a light tapping echoes from her door. Looking up from her computer screen, she calls out and motions even though no one is inside to see it. "Come in." When the door opens she rolls her eyes. It is Regina Butts, the head of the local NAACP chapter and with an ass that more than suit her last name.

Walking in the big woman with a ghetto booty is wearing a tweed skirt and Blazer over a frilly button-up blouse that contain equally oversized and swaying breasts. "Now you betta beat that fascist pig in November! We can't be havin' no Nazi in our great senate seat. Goddamn motherfucking cracka's have no business running the country no more."

Being mostly Caucasian herself, Trisha finds it odd that this woman seemingly ignore that fact. It has never been about race, it is always been about ideology. "Don't worry, I will win and I will see to it that your campaign pledges are honored gratuitously. So what can I do for you?" Trisha asks, leaning forward with a big smile as she interlaces her fingers atop her desk.

"First thing you can do is give me that pretty little figure of yours you can have mine." Roberta says cracking into fits of laughter.

Listening to the Belly Laugh of the big black woman, Trisha rolls her eyes while keeping that politician smile stuck on her face. "While I would be honored to do that, science has not progressed that far. Anyways what is the nature of your business, I am very busy."

"I wanted to talk to you about the poor little Negroes in the project. This state owes them a lot more than they get! How can we expect them to be ready for college when they can barely get through the 8th grade. Crime is out of control but the cops are the ones that are making it worse. We need more social workers and money so we can make things right. How are our young boys supposed to get ahead when they're constantly being locked up and held down by the racist pigs? And the ones that do make it to graduation are not even ready for college and need at least a year of remedial work before they can even answer a basic college writing course." Roberta opens the discussion with the same old complaints.

Sitting back in her chair, Trisha can list a number of things that would help, but like before they would be shot down most certainly. Standardized testing? That's for white privileged folks. How about holding them accountable to an honest grade? Black families are notoriously broken and that is a vestige of systemic racism. "How about dumb down the curriculum so they can get a college degree and then pass a law that requires businesses to hire 25% of minority college graduates with emphasis on black schools?" Trisha offers.

"You could frame it for the welfare of the people that this laws important. We can do that dumbin' down thing on our end while you just make sure that blacks get a leg up where they need it most. God only knows how stupid black boys really are. Look at that Ben Carson? Complete moron! Now how about affordability? Many of them are poor it to not afford tuition."

"We can siphon funds from the lottery and gas tax to help pay for tuition assistance and no pay back loans. For the welfare of the people of course, everyone should help everyone. Better yet we can take the money from the highway fund that way we can get more federal kickback. Will just cook the books and make it look like we're paying more we're running into higher-cost issues so that way the feds won't even question it." Tricia says with a good old girlfriend. She knows who she is dealing with and these people are more corrupt than anyone she has ever met. Heaven forbid that colleges lower their tuition for their blatantly racist skin color only admission requirement! Never mind that Roberta Butts drives around in a Mercedes Benz when she's supposed to be taking that money and giving it to the communities in need. It is all a Ponzi scheme meant to enrich them and those who support them and that is it. It has nothing to do with helping blacks at all.

"I'll make sure you get your cut, and if you win you'll be rewarded with a 10 million dollar donation to your campaign and a seat on the committee that will more than take care of you for the rest of your life. Good day Miss Sampson." Roberta says with a gratuitous big smile then gets up to leave.

Watching that big ass wobble out the door, Trisha sits back and it's already starting to count the money that she will think. As a Democrat she is already getting a lot of TV exposure and if she wins a lot of requests for speaking cars with a promise of $350,000 per appearance. "Mmmmmm... Money..." The greedy bitch says as she feels something swell between her legs.

6 years ago.

"A week ago we met a man named David Roth the new you a long time ago Courtney..."

Sitting in her chair in the dark in the room sweet, Courteney CoXXX blushes and then slowly crosses her legs to hide her massive endowment.

"Oh don't be shy, we're still going to ask you to do your signature performance, but not until we get something from you first."

Sweating, Courtney swallows, feeling very under dressed in her backwards panties and push up bra. "Like what?"

"We would like you to get into politics. Make a run for a council member seat in a town then after winning the special election which is in 2 months make a run for the state senate. We already have a campaign staff and manager setup for you. You will do exactly as you're told. If you prove to be confident you can control things going forward. If you follow our instructions and do as we want we will make sure that it is very profitable for you, but you must get into federal office, specifically the Senate..."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then you will forever be known as Trisha Sampson, loser waitress." The blackened figure behind the desk, her identity hidden by the cascading moonlight says. "Also we will make sure that everyone knows about your little secret."

Standing in front of her full-length mirror in her office, Trisha is alone. It is not very often that she gets much private time given her public figure status, so takes advantage of it whenever she can. With her blouse open and her skirt hiked up, Trisha is beating off to her own reflection.

*fwap, fwap, fwap, fwap, fwap..."

"God whoever that guy was last night was amazing... he really knew what he was doing back there... Even better that he never asked fuck proper." Tricia moans, her hips gently bucking back and forth. Wearing a white bra and thong, she has the crotch pulled aside so she could free her member from its satin prison. Opening her eyes, she stares at her jiggling, natural 36DD breast and smirks. "How many pitches do you know that have big tits and a big dick? None..."

Just then her office door opens and in walks Richard Battista, AKA Felix Lopez. Seeing his boss masturbating oh, he watches her little jiggly ass do exactly that, jiggle. Waiting for the grunts to subside, he speaks. "I think we have something that may interest you."

Whooping her dick back behind their panties, Trisha turns around and shimmies her skirt down. "This better be good, it's been two weeks and ever since I gave you your assignment you're wasting my time."

"Oh don't worry... This is something you're going to want to hear."