Harry For President

Harry For President

By Bikerider



Amelia jumped to her feet, sending her chair skittering across the white tile floor and hitting the wall with a loud thud. "Oh, no, my new dress!" she exclaimed. Grabbing the yellow material with both hands, she pulled the wet cloth away from her slender legs and shook it, spattering the floor around her.

Karen looked up from her desk and watched a river of black coffee streaming to the edge of her friend's desk and drip into a pool of black liquid on the floor. She grabbed a handful of tissues from a box on her desk and hurried to Amelia.

"Here, hold still, hon." Karen dabbed at her friend's dress with the tissues, then threw the soggy wad into the wastebasket. Plucking another handful of fresh tissues from Amelia's desk and patting the material she said, "You better soak this in cold water, and quickly, or it will stain."

"I know. And it's brand new." I can't believe I did that." She looked at the now empty cup, then down at her dress and sighed heavily. I paid a fortune for this dress." She frowned, "Where am I going to find a place to soak this?

"You can use my room."

Both women looked up to see Mason Gregory standing at Amelia's desk, frowning. "What happened?" he asked. Amelia had watched him walk into the office a minute ago; it's what caused her to spill her coffee.

Karen pointed to the overturned cup on Amelia's desk, "Accident."

Mason looked at Amelia and said, "I hope your dress isn't ruined."

Amelia grimaced and swallowed, "It won't be if I can soak it in cold water." She scanned the room again and said. "But where am I going to do that here?" She looked at Karen. "Maybe I should go home."

"You can't. You have an appointment with that reporter from the newspaper."

"Maybe I can cancel the interview," Amelia said.

"You're welcome to use my room at that Saint Marie." Pointing his thumb over his shoulder, Mason said, "its right across the street. I'm leaving for an appearance, so I won't be using it tonight."

Amelia gave Karen a sideways glance as she replied to Mason. "I don't know."

Karen watched Mason's eyes roaming over her friend's body. She turned to Amelia. "Let's go to the restroom and get some cold water on that dress."

Amelia watched her friend walk away, then turned to Mason. Her eyes danced over his body, taking in how the cut of his Armani suit fit his slender body and broad shoulders. "I appreciate your offer." She smiled shyly. "I just might need to take you up on it."

"Well," Mason locked eyes with her. "Let me know."

~~~

Karen held a handful of paper towels under the stream of cold water flowing from the faucet. She turned to Amelia. "I don't think it's a good idea."

"You mean his offer? Why not?" Amelia saw worry glazing her friend's eyes.

"Haven't you heard about him?" She grabbed the hem of her friend's dress and began dabbing it with the dripping towels. "He has quite a reputation as a lady's man."

"Oh, please, Karen. He's married. He's running for President. Do you really think he would jeopardize all of that for me?" She looked into the smudged mirror over the sink and brushed red curls off her forehead. "Be serious, Karen."

Karen threw the soggy towels into the trash. "I am being serious. I've heard from more than one person that he's dangerous."

"Dangerous? Are you serious? Dangerous how?"

"I don't know."

"So he's dangerous, but you don't know why...or how? Is that what you're saying?"

"I'm just telling you what I heard."

"You shouldn't believe rumors, Karen." Amelia stared into the mirror, tilted her head and dabbed a finger at the edge of her lips. Her eyes unfocused as she thought about the way Mason looked at her as if she were naked during his many visits to the volunteer office. She had been looking forward to his visit today. She turned her grey eyes on Karen and smiled. "I think he's handsome. And that smile...wow!"

"You mean the smile he reserves for speeches—and young women?"

"Oh Karen, I think you're jealous."

"No way. I know you like powerful men, and Mason is very powerful. But don't be fooled by him. That's all I'm saying."

"Oh, please." Impatience edged Amelia's voice.

"Remind yourself why you've spent seven months volunteering here, Amelia. You want to get involved in politics, maybe run for office yourself one day..."

"Yes," she interrupted. "And what would be wrong with having Mason Gregory's endorsement if I did?"

"Endorsement? Are you serious? Fucking a guy is not, I repeat, nota good way to get his endorsement."

"Well, it doesn't matter anyway. First of all, I doubt I'll ever run for anything. And second, he'll be out of town." Her stomach tingled with anticipation. "He won't even be there, so I'll be safe."

Karen gave Amelia a sideways glance and said. "Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. I can see that you like the idea. You better be careful."

Amelia grasped the doorknob, tugged the door open and turned to her friend. "Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself." The door swished shut behind her.

Karen turned off the spigot, peered into the mirror and mumbled. "I'm sure you can."

~~~

Amelia stood at her desk and noticed a blue card peeking out from under a folder. Picking up the card, she mumbled, "Who left their credit card..." but before she finished her thought she realized it was a hotel room keycard. She slowly lowered herself into her chair as she read the attached note.

It's the Saint Marie Hotel, room 412. Use the room as long as you like. I won't need it.

P.S. The Jacuzzi tub is very relaxing.

The note was signed with the initials. MG

Amelia's finger tapped her lower lip as she gazed at the posters on the wall. Mason's smiling face, framed by his thick, black hair, smiled from above the words, Mason Gregory For President. Oh, that smile. Her eyebrows rose remembering her friend's words of warning. "He's dangerous."



Amelia spoke into the phone as her fingers combed through her curls. "I'm very sorry, maybe we can do the story tomorrow. I'll wait for your call." She hung up the phone and lost herself in thought. "Dangerous, huh?" she mumbled, "I can only hope."

Amelia took in a slow breath and bit down softly on her lower lip as she walked through the door and crossed the street.

~~~

Clouds of bubbles swirled on the surface of the warm water, alternately hiding and exposing Amelia's pink nipples. Sinking lower into the swirling water, she felt the Jacuzzi pump motor vibrating gently beneath her. A bemused smile played on her face as she hummed the tune, Happy Day Are Here Again. Jets of water massaged her back and thighs.

She curled her fingers around a nozzle near the bottom of the tub trying to position its powerful stream between her legs, but the position was right only when she turned onto her side. Maybe later, she thought.

She crossed one ankle over the other under the warm water as a question filled her thoughts. How long will it take for him to show up? And then she reminded herself that she needed to look surprised if he did. She reached over and pulled the lever opening the drain and listened to the water pour into the pipes as the tub began to empty.



Amelia stood at the foggy mirror admiring the plush bathrobe wrapped around her naked body. Embroidered onto the breast pocket gold letters over a blue background announced Saint Marie Hotel. She pulled the collar up around her neck, rubbing the brushed terrycloth against her moist skin.

She turned and grasped the door knob, paused, and looked at the now stained yellow dress hanging from a hook on the door. She shrugged and pulled the door open and flicked off the bathroom light. She turned back into the bedroom and exclaimed, "Oh my God!" Pulling the robe tighter around her, she breathlessly asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Don't worry, I'm leaving." He waved a stack of papers in the air. "I remembered that I left my speech in the desk drawer, so I came up to get it. I hope you don't mind." Amelia thought she saw his eyes darken as they traveled over her body.

"No...no, that's okay." She tugged at strands moist red hair. "I mean, it's your room, right?"

"Are you soaking your dress in cold water?"

Amelia looked over her shoulder then back to him. "No, not yet. I was using the Jacuzzi."

"I can tell, you look a bit flushed." He smiled that smile, and Amelia felt a stirring in her stomach.

"Do I?" she asked.

"I'll tell you what. Just send the dress out to the hotel laundry. I'm sure they're good with stains...I'll even pay for it. It should only take a couple of hours."

"Hours?" She frowned. "I don't want to sit here alone for that long." Her eyes moved up to his.

Mason looked at his watch. "I'll call my driver and tell him I'll be a while. I'll stay and keep you company."

Her gaze moved to the floor. "But what if someone found out? Wouldn't that hurt you election bid?" Her frown turned to a coy smile.

"I won't tell if you don't." He bounced his eyebrows.

"What would we tell them, anyway?" she asked shyly.

"That depends on what we do."

Amelia stared at Mason, her blank expression changing to a sexy smile. "I've heard that you are a dangerous man," she said in her best demure voice.

"Does that scare you?"

"Yes—but it also excites me."

She stared into his smoldering eyes as she pulled the robe open and let it drop into a circle around her bare feet.

~~~

Cold air blew out of the ceiling vent, pebbling Amelia's nipples as it flowed over her naked body. Mason stood by the bed looking down at her, a black fur glove covering one hand. Amelia playfully tugged at the red silk scarves securing her wrists and ankles to the bed.

After her robe fell to the floor Mason had walked to her and pressed himself against her damp skin. A blur of kisses, groping, and erotic suggestions followed and now, her eyes clouded with apprehension, she bit her lower lip and wondered what was next; Goosebumps tightened her flesh with the possibilities.

She pulled at her restraints, testing them. Her tongue slid across her dry lips as a question floated in her mind; how dangerous is he? She nestled her curls into the pillow and smiled at Mason.

"Oh please, mister," she said in a little girl's voice. "Please don't hurt me."

"Cute," he replied in a deep, smoky voice. "Can I hurt you...just a little?"

Amelia arched her back and pulled against the restraints. "I can't believe I'm even letting you do this to me." She raised her head off the pillow and looked down across her naked body.

Mason chuckled and said. "You think you're letting me?"

Her eyes widened, "You're beginning to scare me."

He picked up a pair of panties from a pile of clothes on the floor. His steel-blue eyes stared at her as he put them to his nose taking in her scent. "Good. I like fear in my women."



He sat on the bed, his gloved hand making random patterns around her breasts. He moved his gloved hand down into the hollow of her quivering belly, then over the springy, red curls between her outstretched legs.

He dipped his head and took a breast into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the nipple, his gloved hand continuing downward over her inner thighs. He let her nipple fall from his mouth and looked into her eyes. "Every time I visited the office and saw you, all I could think about was having you this way."

"You certainly waited long enough."

"I have to be careful. The press would like nothing better than to learn that a Senator running for the presidency spent time with a young, pretty woman in a hotel room."

"Your secret is safe with me," she whispered. Raising her head from the pillow, she pressed her lips to his.



Mason moved between her thighs and combed his fingers through her red hair, letting his finger slide against her wet opening. Amelia gasped and wiggled her hips as he blew a warm breath against her. She moaned as he leaned in and ran his tongue along her swollen clit, then used two fingers to spread her as his tongue made circles around the sensitive nub. Amelia's nectar flowed. He looked up between her heaving breasts, his voice musky as he asked, "Still scared?"

"A little."

"I'll stop if you tell me to."

"Don't stop," she breathed and pressed her head into the pillow. "Oh, damn, don't stop!" Her hips rose from the bed as Mason took her clit into his mouth and sucked it noisily, releasing it only after her spasms subsided.

Mason ran his tongue through her coarse hair, leaving a wet trail on her stomach as he moved up. Staring into her water eyes, he knelt between her outstretched legs. Amelia looked at his erection bobbing between them and slid her tongue over her lips.

She looked up into his eyes and nodded.



"Oh," was the only word she spoke as Mason entered her. Then, "Oh, oh," as her resistance gave way to his thick girth as he pressed deeply into her.

"You are really ready for me," Mason said, gliding back and forth over her, his eyes focused on hers.

"Um, so are you." Amelia's hips rose to meet his slow, rhythmic, thrusts. "You're very hard."

Mason pressed his lips against hers and moved his hips from side to side, massaging her sensitive clit. Amelia shuddered, gasped a deep breath, her body shuddered, then sighed, as the tension in her muscles loosened. She lay back and looked up at Mason with unfocused eyes.

"Two times, already," she cooed. "That's never happened before."

"I'll take that as a compliment," he said as he began a new rhythm. Slow at first, then quickening until he felt Amelia hold her breath, felt her muscles tense, then slowing as she reached the brink. His quickening breath caressed her neck.

She let out a loud sigh and said, "You're driving me crazy." She bit into his shoulder. "Why do you keep stopping?"

He smiled down at her, placed his forehead on her sweaty shoulder and reached under her. Amelia felt his finger massage her in the least expected place, but unexpected pleasure tingled up her spine. "That feels good," she said as she pressed her backside against his probing finger.

Mason began pushing deeper into her, his pace quickening again. But this time as her breathing grew louder and her body shuddered, he didn't slow himself. Amelia pulled at the ankle restraints, stretching them until her ankles locked behind his. Her hips rose up to him as he rocked above her. The sound of slapping flesh filled the room as her release flowed over his throbbing length.

"It's your turn," Amelia whispered.

Mason pushed his hands against the sheets and rose up over her, his breaths quick and rasping, his eyes shut tight, his face pinched with pleasure. His thrusts became faster and deeper, then with one long, deep, push he pressed against her mound. His body shuddered with spasms as his length pulsed deep inside of her. A deep, guttural sound escaped from deep inside of him.

Amelia pushed her hips against his as his seed spread through her center warming her.

Mason lowered himself onto her until their sweat mingled, their foreheads touching, their breathing coming in gasps. After a long minute, Amelia felt him slip out of her.

~~~

Amelia rubbed her wrists as she watched Mason get dressed. They looked silently at each other, eyebrows raised when someone knocked at the door.

"Your dress," Mason said and walked to the door and opened it slightly.

Holding it up to the light, Mason said, "I was right, they did a good job. Not even a hint of coffee stain."

"Thank you, Mason. Or should I call you Senator Gregory?"

"I hope you'll be calling me President Gregory soon." He laid the dress on the bed and bent at the waist and kissed Amelia. "I better get going, I don't want to be late for my speech."

Amelia sat up in bed and watched the door close behind Mason, then reached for the phone and dialed the adjoining room.



"Did you get all that?" she said quietly as she massaged her ankles.

A man's voice came through the phone. "Right now I'm watching a beautiful woman rub her ankles. Just wait till Harry sees this." A jacket hung from the back of the chair he sat on, a round, white pin proclaiming, Re-elect Harry Johnston President attached to the lapel.

"A lot of people are going to see this, and that makes me nervous."

"I told you we are going to tile out your face. No one will know who you are. When Mason sees this he'll probably bow out anyway."

"I hope so. If my face goes public on the DVD Harry will never be able to appoint me anything."

"It's in the bag, hon. The CIA is in need of a new director. And you just proved yourself."

"Well, I'm glad it's over."

"Come on over. We can watch the video together."

"You know, I can't believe I let you talk me into doing this."

"Do you really believe you let me?"

~~~~~

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