Previously in "Dirty Tricks"
While attending Alexa Grey's, the retiring mayor’s extravagant birthday party, an unknown photographer captures political opponents and electoral candidates, Heather Anderson, and Sean McCarthy, during an adulterous rendezvous. After being sent ominous instructions with photographic evidence of their indiscretion, they meet to discuss their predicament, only to have sex yet again.
During the party, Bob Anderson is seduced by Alexa. She lures him to her office and with feigned protests incites him to sodomize her while videotaping the scene.
Heather and Sean eventually agree to let only Sean’s shady campaign manager, 'Fast-Eddie' handle the blackmailer situation. Eddie hires Jesse Cortez, a professional fixer to investigate.
Later that day, after learning additional incriminating photographs had arrived at her office, Heather rushes there to intercept them before Trish, her campaign manager and Sean McCarthy's estranged sister, gets her hands on them. Unfortunately, Trish opens the mail and sees the lurid images, but decides to pretend otherwise. Instead, she allows Heather to seduce her like she did back in high school, something Trish has never forgotten.
Afterward, Heather discovers a secret surveillance camera in her campaign office and feeling shocked, informs Eddie, who then tells Jesse Cortez. While removing the camera, Jesse sends a computer virus to the unknown blackmailer, but as he leaves Heather's campaign office, an unknown assassin captures a careless Cortez who is later found dead in his car.
Having guessed that Heather is being blackmailed and assuming it was her brother doing it, Trish unscrupulously decides to teach them both a lesson. She believes the identity of the blackmailer and instructs both of them to attend a BDSM sex club. Trish and Mayor Alexa Grey are Doms who get their kicks punishing others, Trish taking care of Heather while Alexa continues to vent some steam off on an unsuspecting Sean.
After delivering Sean to the club, Eddie drives to Jesse Cortez's home to offer comfort to the grieving widow. Arriving there, Eddie witnesses the widow Cortez in a passionate embrace with Bob Anderson.
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‘Time to put things in motion,’ I mused returning to my office after my visit with Jerry, my bedridden husband, at the hospital. ‘Those assholes are going to pay the price for challenging me and for Jerry’s condition. Heather and that fucking Bob Anderson, Sean pretty boy McCarthy, Fast Eddie for getting that idiot Jesse Cortez involved; they’re all going to suffer, or my name isn't Alexa Grey.’
Picking up the phone I snarled at Marge, my executive assistant, “Set up a spot for me to do a TV interview tonight.”
“Yes, ma’am. What shall I give them as the reason for the interview?”
“Tell them that I will be announcing that my reported demise as mayor of this town is way premature. I will be announcing that I will be running for office once again. Speak only to the news director and emphasize that no premature leaks of that information will take place as it would not bode well for their license renewal if I get elected. Do it sweetly as a reminder that I will help and not as a threat.”
“Will do. By the way, the police commissioner is here and would like to see you for a few minutes. Will you see him?”
“Send him in, Marge.”
I rapidly checked my makeup and undid the top two buttons of my blouse before standing up to welcome my visitor.
“Good morning, Commissioner, to what do I owe this honor?”
“Madam Mayor, thank you for your time. As you are undoubtedly aware, I serve as Police Commissioner at your pleasure. I had a visit from Fast Eddie, Sean McCarthy’s campaign manager, informing me that you would not be running for re-election.”
“Commissioner, please sit down. I have been debating with myself as to whether I would. I have decided to do so and will be announcing my intention on TV tonight,” I said, sitting in an armchair across from the Commissioner. “What was Fast Eddie’s purpose in making that statement to you?”
“He intimated that should I hear rumors about Sean McCarthy or Heather Anderson I should ignore them and that if I did so, I had nothing to worry about. He inferred that if I didn’t, and either of those two got elected, I should look for a new job.”
“Commissioner, may I call you Mike? After all, we have known each other since our high school days.”
“Why certainly, Madam Mayor.”
“Stop that, Mike. I’m still Alexa, the girl you chased after in high school,” I said, crossing my long legs and letting my skirt ride up my thigh. “Mike, it might come to your notice that Sean and Heather are more than electoral opponents.”
“Do you mean?”
“Yes, well… I mean, they have been fucking each other at every possible opportunity.”
“Now, that is very interesting. I know that Sean is divorced and that his estranged sister is campaign chair for Heather. It also possibly explains something involving a case my detectives are investigating.”
“What’s that?”
“A small-time crook called Jesse Cortez was murdered. It seems that Bob Anderson, Heather’s husband, has been comforting the grieving widow. That might explain why he would be in her skirts when he is married to a dish like Heather.”
“That’s interesting. Have you any clues as to who killed the poor man?”
“Not yet. We have not found the murder weapon. His cell phone is missing, and when we searched his house, we recovered his laptop. It is heavily encrypted and will take some time before we discover if it contains any clues as to what he was doing or who he was involved with.”
“Well, good luck with that. How’s your wife?”
“You haven’t heard, have you? Eileen and I divorced three months ago.”
“Oh! I’m so sorry, Mike. What happened? You two seemed so close when I would see you at receptions.”
“I don’t know, Alexa. We went on vacation to Jamaica and met some folks over there that we started to socialize with. You know, go out for drinks and dancing and such. When we got back, I felt Eileen was very distant, but put that down to back-at-home blues. Next thing I know, I get back from the Police Commissioners Convention in New York to find an empty house and a note telling me she’s leaving me. Turns out she hooked up with one of the white dudes she met in Jamaica and they are now an item.”
“So what’s happening with you? A handsome black guy like you can’t be having any difficulty replacing that cheating bitch.”
“To tell you the truth, my heart has not been into it and with all that’s happening in this town, I haven’t given it much thought. I have to say, however, that you running for re-election takes a big load off my mind.”
I uncrossed my legs and watched as his eyes flashed towards my crotch as I stood up and went to sit next to him on the sofa. I placed a hand on his arm and leaned towards him. His eyes darted towards my exposed cleavage. “I have an idea, Mike. Why don’t you come over to my place for supper and we can have a good long talk? You must be tired of restaurant food by now.”
With an effort, he pulled his eyes up to look into my eyes before saying, “I’d love that, Alexa. You’re sure it wouldn’t be an imposition?”
“Of course it wouldn’t. With Jerry in the hospital, I’d welcome some intelligent conversation. Would eight thirty be okay with you? By then I’ll be back home after I do the TV thing.”
“I’d love it.”
“Great! See you then.”
We stood and taking him by the arm, I led him out of the office.
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Back at my desk, I sat there and considered the tools I had in hand to scuttle Heather and Shawn’s election bid. The videos were taken in the parking lot at my birthday party as well as those from the TiMiDi club. Those should prove adequate for the two of them. That left Bob Anderson… the miserable son of a bitch. What could I do to drive a nail in his coffin?
I reached in my purse for my throwaway cell phone and dialed a number from memory.
“It’s me. Have you finished photoshopping the videotape I sent you?
“You’re sure that the tape now shows no hint of anything except the scene of Bob Anderson raping me despite my violent objections?
“Good. Now I need that tape sent to me right now. I need it in my hands before five today.
“Wonderful! Now one last thing... do you still have the weapon you used the other night?
“You do. Good! It is time for it to be dumped. I want it placed in the trunk of a black Lexus belonging to Bob Anderson. It has to be tonight. Can I trust you to do that? You’ll make sure that it is completely cleaned and wiped of any fingerprints. Make sure that the magazine has one less bullet than it normally holds and that the bullets are also wiped. The car must have no indication that it was opened. Is that possible?
“Fine. I’ll deposit the rest of the money in that offshore account when I get confirmation the job’s been done. I’ll expect you to depart for parts unknown as agreed.”
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That should take care of Bob Anderson. Framing Bob would effectively scupper Heather’s election bid, I thought. Now, what was left? Sean, with his scum campaign manager, Fast Eddie. They would need to be taken out of the running. I wonder if that tape of him being sodomized at the TiMiDi club leaked to the tabloids and to the religious leaders of the community would be sufficient. I smiled at the sight in my mind of me thrusting the strap-on right up his ass, and the way his spunk almost shot across the room.
Maybe I should have a conversation with Trish, his estranged twin sister. That bitch is a complete lesbian. I really would not mind her nibbling at my pussy and servicing me. She certainly seemed in seventh heaven doing Heather at the club. I wonder. She would be delighted if Sean was defeated. Would she help? Not to mention that if I seduced her, Heather would lose her support.
I picked up my phone and asked Marge to bring me a cup of coffee and then get the CEO of British-American Mines on the phone.
I sat back and savored my coffee when Marge came on the phone to tell me she had Mr. Dodd on the line.
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“Good morning, Mr. Dodd, how are you this morning?”
“I’m fine, thank you,” the man replied. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Mrs. Mayor?”
“I’d like to talk to you about the future of British-American Mines in this town, Mr. Dodd.”
“Really! I’m surprised. I thought you would not be part of the decision-making process now that you have announced your resignation.”
“Well, Mr. Dodd, I am a woman, and it’s a woman’s prerogative to be able to change her mind. I have decided to run for re-election after all. My husband is now on the way to recovery and should be fine. That and the fact that he worked closely with you was also an incentive to rescind my decision.”
“I see. I have to tell you that I am pleased that Jerry is recovering as we certainly can use his services. I also would be more comfortable seeing you as Mayor than the others who I feel might be less enthusiastic about our projects. Is there any way I could help you to achieve your goal?”
Gotcha! I smiled and said, “Funny that you should mention it. Maybe you can. As you undoubtedly know, an electoral campaign is an expensive undertaking. Now far be it from me to solicit a contribution from British-American Mines. That would be against our campaign finance laws. However, with Jerry coming back shortly to advise you on the reefs and shoals of getting your company established here, you might consider a retainer be paid for his future services.”
“Hmm… I see. What do you feel Jerry would accept as a retainer?”
“Well, I think $500,000 would be an excellent start.”
“That much? What would happen to that money should you not get re-elected?”
“In that unlikely occurrence, I would guarantee that Jerry would still work with you to attain your goal.”
“In that case, we have a deal. I will transfer the monies to Jerry’s bank account tomorrow. It will be coming from an offshore account and not be traceable back to British-American Mines.”
“Thank you very much, Mr. Dodd. I’m very grateful.”
“Just make sure you win,” he said and hung up abruptly.
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The news anchor flashed me a smile as he announced, “We have breaking news to bring to you. Mayor Alexa Grey is here to make an announcement. Mayor Grey.”
“As you may know, I had decided to not run for re-election. This was due to the situation I faced with my husband being in critical condition and the possibility that he might remain incapacitated for life. The good news is that he is well on his way to making a full recovery. As a result, I am back in the running for election as your Mayor. We are at the dawn of a new day for our city. Many exciting projects will be unveiled shortly, and with my experience, we can bring these projects to reality. I will soon announce my full platform and want you to know that you, my friends, will be in my plans. Thank you.”
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I took my leave and drove back home with thoughts of how I would handle Mike tonight. The more I thought about what might happen, the more I felt my pussy get wet. As usual, adrenaline and stress made me horny, and I definitely needed stress relief. I tried to imagine what Mike’s black cock would look and taste of. It would be my first interracial experience. I wondered if the urban legend that black men were more prominent and lasted longer had an element of truth.
I raised my skirt and idly stroked my pussy through my panties while driving. Damn, I needed it. I was like a bitch in heat. By the time I got home my panties were soaked, and my pussy was begging for more.
I rushed in and called my favorite caterers to order supper. I did not think that Mike was into gourmet foods so I pondered the menu debating what he would appreciate. I settled on prime rib with baked potatoes and their accompaniments, broccoli with Hollandaise sauce and a Caesar salad. For dessert, I figured that I would be sufficient. However, I also ordered strawberries with clotted cream. Mike would decide how he wished to eat those, I thought with a smirk.
I decanted a bottle of Cabernet and left it to breathe, then I rushed up to my bedroom.
My clothes went flying off me, and I threw myself across the bed. I reached for my darling Hitachi wand which was conveniently placed under my pillow and put it at my side in anticipation of the role it would soon play.
I started to toy with my tits. I loved kneading them as I felt my nipples grow against the palm of my hand. It felt so sensual to lie there and imagine Mike’s hands on them later tonight. Soon I was able to pinch my hardened nipples, eliciting shocks which ran through my body as I pinched and stretched them.
I felt my pussy start to get really juicy and that tingle which I so loved. My hands caressed downward until I was surrounding my pussy lips with both hands as if they were in prayer. I rubbed my lips against each other, enthralled by the sensation and by the sound of the fluids squelching within me.
I parted myself and inserted first one, then two fingers into my tight wetness. I wondered if Mike’s cock would spread me wide. I loved the feeling of being spread by a hot virile cock. My imagination went into overdrive as I stroked my tender, sensitive inner flesh.
Placing the fingers of my free hand around my clit, which now was protruding from its hood, I circled it and pinched it until I started to moan. I felt the heat rise in my body as both hands busied themselves in and around my pussy.
I placed the wand over my clit while my fingers stroked in and out. I raised one leg and slid a finger into my asshole at the same time. The vibrations of the wand and my holes being invaded by thrusting fingers soon had me writhing on the bed. I felt so close to cumming.
The vision of Mike fucking me pushed me to the edge and made the juices well up inside of me until finally, I spurted my cum all over the bed. It was explosive and delicious. I hadn’t cum that hard in ages. As I slowly regained control of my breath, I wondered if it was the thoughts of Mike or just my accumulated stress that did it.
I was just lying there savoring the sensation of wellbeing when I glanced at the clock and realized it was already seven thirty. I had to get ready. Mike would be here in an hour.
I threw the sheets which had been soaked into the hamper and put on a fresh set. I raced to the bathroom and stood under the stream of the shower and let it relax my body. After lathering myself and verifying that my Brazilian wax job did not need to be touched up, I shampooed and washed thoroughly. I made sure that both my holes were squeaky clean as I wanted them fully accessible and sweet smelling for Mike, should he choose to use them.
I carefully made up, applying my makeup very lightly so as not to appear as the painted whore of Babylon. It was important for Mike to feel he was seducing me and not vice versa. I would give him every opportunity, but he would have to make the moves.
I slipped into a cream-colored silk blouse ‘sans bra’ and a knee-high black skirt with a slit at the side. After some internal debate between going commando, I compromised on a thong that contained the barest whisper of fabric held in place by some skinny ties. I completed the look with some black silk thigh-highs and a pair of three-inch red open-toed sandals.
