Curt Aldrich - Politician_s Teacher

"Ooooh, Miss Jones… " he said, "that was wonderful!"

"You liked it, hm?" she asked, and licked her lip. She wiped her chin.

"It was terrific!" he said, with a deeply gratified sigh.

"Want to keep my panties?" she asked.

"Yes! Please!"

"Okay," Melanie said, and turned to leave the room, switching her hips.

If she kept giving her pants away, she was going to run out of underwear before long, she realized, but she thought that Phil deserved a reminder of this particular episode. Her panties were no doubt slightly impregnated with the same scent which he had seemed to enjoy sniffing, and it gave her perverse pleasure to think that he would continue to sniff it.

She had certainly turned into a different girl since she had gone to work for the Townsend's! But she remained a virgin, and that was what mattered, she assured herself.

No longer frustrated nor embarrassed, she returned to her own room to pack. They would be taking off soon for the next town on the campaign trail, she understood.

"Shit!" Linc exclaimed into the telephone, and leaped from his chair.

Bea looked up from her packing. (They hadn't bothered to bring a maid along.) "What is it?"

"Ted, that asshole, got himself tossed into jail!"

Bea blanched. "What for?" she was almost afraid to ask.

"For some kind of scuffle. I don't know the details." He resumed speaking into the telephone. "Yes, I'll be right down. No! I can't, uhh… " Bea said, "What is it? Ted has to be bailed out? Let me take care of it!"

"Are you crazy?" Linc said, his hands covering the phone. "That would be as bad as me going down there. The newspapers would have a field day. I'll send Sam."

He passed the word to whomever he was talking to at the police station, evidently not Ted himself, and hung up. It was understandable to Bea why Ted hadn't wanted to make the call personally. But later, when they met, would he tell Linc why he had gotten into a fight which had caused him to end up in jail? Bea was as sure as she could be without actually hearing it that the fight had been with Ronnie, over her picture. Had Ted gotten the picture, she wondered. If so, had the police taken possession of it? Was it even then being passed around?

Regardless of what had happened, she was in deep trouble. She should have told Linc the truth at the beginning, she decided… too late.

She fretted while Linc took off to find Sam. Her anxiety increased as they waited for Sam to report back or to bring Ted with him. In the meantime, Linc refused to answer the telephone, fearing it would be a reporter asking for comment.

When Sam did appear, with a chagrined Ted who immediately looked at Bea, her sense of foreboding reached such a pitch that she could feel it in her throat.

"What the hell happened to you?" Linc demanded of his young press-aid.

"I was, uh, calling on this guy and… well, we had a disagreement," Ted faltered, his handsome face showing the effects of the altercation. He continued to stare at Bea.

"From the looks of you," Linc said, "I would say it was more of a brawl. Who was the guy who beat you up?"

"He didn't exactly beat me up," Ted replied. "He got the worse of it, in fact. It was when he took off down the hall and I followed that we attracted attention and somebody called the cops. Those bastards got there faster than I've ever seen them do before."

"You didn't answer my question," Linc said coldly. "I don't care who won or lost. I want to know why you got mixed up with the fellow. Who is he?"

"Uuuuuuh… "

Bea wished to God that Ted wouldn't keep staring at her.

"Do you know what it was all about?" Linc asked Sam.

"I've got an idea," the campaign manager said as he chewed a soggy cigar.

"Well?"

Sam also stared at Beatrice. "Do you wanta tell him?" he asked her.

"Oooh, shit!" she exclaimed, and turned to stride to the windows. With her back to the other occupants of the room, she said, "Ted was doing something for me. The guy he went to see was blackmailing me. He had a picture. Ted was trying to get it away from him." She whirled to confront the young man. "I don't suppose you succeeded."

"No, Bea. The bastard wouldn't give it up."

Linc walked up to her, his eyes blazing. "How come somebody in this town was blackmailing you? What happened here?"

Bea rolled her eyes fretfully. "Ooh, Linc, can't we talk about it in private?"

"We'll talk about it right now!" he roared.

"All right! I picked the guy up yesterday. His friend took a god-damned picture of us after he found out who I am."

"You stupid, hot-pants slut!" Linc cried, and slapped her so hard across the cheek that she lost her balance and plunged onto the sofa. He sprang after her. The other men stared, not daring or perhaps even wanting to come to her defense, as Linc knelt next to the sofa and pressed her fully onto her stomach, holding her down. She was sobbing, because her cheek burned and she feared her husband's wrath was not yet fully expended.

She was right.

Linc's right hand began to smack her quivery, buxom buttocks, and she yelped, her hips jerking. Sam and Ted fidgeted, glancing at each other, then back at Linc and his wife. Linc's rage only seemed to intensify as he slapped her, burning her bottom, and he jerked her skirt up.

The other men gazed at her opulent ass in lacy black briefs.

Linc slapped her on the panty-seat, making her yelp louder and causing a vibration of her rear globes which made her panties shake and shimmer. Even this humiliation and stinging pain didn't satisfy him and, after spanking her on her panties a number of times, he gripped the flimsy elastic at the top of her briefs and yanked it down, turning her panties inside-out at her thighs.

He smacked her bare bottom, causing sharp, fleshy sounds which were erotically arousing. The way her buttocks jumped and trembled was even more stimulating. Sam and Ted squirmed as they watched, both acquiring hard-ons.

Finally, from sheer fatigue in his arm, Linc stopped spanking his wife, and he rose. Leaving her panties at half-mast and her rosy-swathed bottom exposed, he strode from the room, a hump visible at the front of his trousers.

Giving no thought to this, he marched down the hotel corridor, fortunately meeting no one on the way…

Melanie was seated in her room, reading. She looked up when Linc entered and, noting the fierce expression on his face, rose from her chair.

"What is it?" she asked, alarmed.

"God damn you!" he snarled. "What did I tell you when I hired you for this job?"

"Uuh… uuh… " Her cheeks reddened. "Well, you told me several things."

"About Bea!" he prompted, his eyes blazing.

"Well, you wanted me to watch her… to make sure she didn't… "

" Exactly! And you screwed up!"

Melanie gulped. "You mean she… got involved with some stranger?"

"You bet your ass she did! And now I'm on the hook for a blackmail payment as well as a criminal charge against a member of my staff!"

"My God… " Melanie murmured.

"Can you think of any reason why I shouldn't fire you?" Linc demanded.

"Yes." Her lips quivered. "I'm getting along very well with Scotty."

"Shit!"

"Well, that's important, isn't it?" Melanie asked.

"Sure. But the world if full of teachers, most with more experience than you."

"Then why did you hire me?"

"Because you turned me on, if you must know the truth. And because I figured you could get close to Bea and keep her from lousing up my campaign. Damn it, if I don't win this election, it will be her fault… and yours!"

"All right then, I'll quit!" she said, sniffling.

Linc watched her rise and turn toward her suitcases, which were already packed and resting on the floor. He eyed her pleasing bottom.