Curt Aldrich - Politician_s Teacher

"Maybe so. You've surprised me several times."

"When are you supposed to pay the blackmailers?" she asked.

"I stalled them until tomorrow. I told them I couldn't get the cash until then. They're expecting my representative to show up around noon."

"Then I'll show up at ten o'clock," Melanie said.

"But what makes you think they'll tell you what they're up to?" Linc asked incredulously.

"After I get acquainted with them, they might tell me anything! You did."

She was right, Linc realized. As she had said, it probably was worth a try.

Being forced to spend another day in town fouled up Linc's schedule. His campaign manager busily made calls ahead, altering arrangements.

Linc stewed. He wasn't convinced that Melanie's plan would work, but he didn't see how he could be hurt by trying it. She might be hurt, of course, if she gave herself away. But that was her own lookout. The only thing that mattered to Linc was keeping his campaign on course.

As for Melanie, she wanted to ingratiate herself with him in a way that was more than just sexual. He was going to be the next governor-or, at least, most everyone assumed so.

Not wanting to involve the chauffeur or anyone else from Linc's entourage in her plan, Melanie took a cab to the vicinity of the address which Linc had provided. She walked the rest of the way, finding that the blackmailers were operating from a seedy apartment house with a red brick front. She entered the building and noted stale cooking odors in the air as she climbed the worn stairs to the second floor. She found apartment number 212 and knocked.

The man who answered the door was thickly set and had a glowering expression under heavy dark eyebrows. But his glower quickly vanished-as he took in Melanie's nubile charms.

"Good morning," she smiled. "I'm taking a survey. Would you mind answering a few questions?"

"What kinda questions?" he asked, grinning now as she removed a notebook and pencil from her bag.

"Well, uuh… may I come in?"

"Yeah. Sure!" Charlie stepped back and let the pretty blonde enter. He watched the rolling sway of her buttocks and the flash of her silken sheathed calves.

Melanie was repelled by the shabbiness and disheveled condition of the apartment. She also was a bit frightened, though the man who had let her in seemed amiable enough, even a touch simple-minded.

"Go ahead and sit down," he said, gesturing toward a faded, sagging sofa.

Melanie sat as he turned to close the door. When he faced her once again, he found himself confronted by a pair of prettily crossed legs, visible to a point well above the knees. On the underside of her elevated thigh, he glimpsed white flesh above a peaked stocking top, gripped by a garter.

Charlie grinned stronger than ever.

"Now, what can I tell yuh, Miss… uuh?"

"Miss Jones," she said, seeing no reason to change her name, since it was common enough. "I want to ask some… well, questions of general interest," she stalled. "By the way, do you live here alone?"

"Aw, I don't really live here at all. Me and another guy just rented this place temporary, in connection with our work. But I can't talk about that."

Melanie smiled. "You've aroused my curiosity," she said.

"You kinda arouse me, too!" Charlie said with a chuckle, his eyes eating her up. "You're an awful purty girl!"

"Well thank you."

"You got a boy friend?"

"I thought I was the one who was going to ask the questions," Melanie said.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot. I'm sorry." Charlie fidgeted, still standing up.

Melanie realized from the way he was looking at her, that she could seduce him easily. She also had the notion that it wouldn't be difficult to pry information from him, once they were cozy. He might even show her the picture they were using to blackmail the Townsend's. Then, why couldn't she grab it and just run from the place?

Linc would be so pleased with her!

"You mentioned a friend," she said to Charlie. "Is he here now?"

"Now. He went out for awhile."

"And you don't expect him back soon?" Melanie asked, her blue eyes seeming to get brighter… and naughtier.

"Naw. Hey, why are you askin' me all this stuff?"

"Because I like you," Melanie said, and daringly heightened the cross of her legs.

Charlie was all but blinded by the flash of white thigh, traversed by sexy garter straps. Even more intriguing was the rim of blue panty visible where her upward-slanting thigh met a buttock.

"Gosh, you're gorgeous!" Charlie said.

"Come over here and sit beside me," she invited.

Her pulse pounded, not because the heavyset and rather homely man excited her, but because she was embarked on a daring project in which, like Mata Han, she planned to use sex to achieve her purpose. It might even be fun in a way, she thought. She had never fucked anyone but Linc and was curious to find out how another man would be.

Charlie sat beside her, and she immediately placed her hand on his. Her unused notebook was laid aside.

"You wanta have some fun?" Charlie asked.

Melanie's excitement increased. "I wouldn't mind… if we have time."

"Aaw shit, yes! Oops, I'm sorry! I shouldn't oughta say shit in front of a lady."

"It's all right," Melanie said with a giggle.

Charlie squirmed and reddened, as if unsure of how strongly he should come on with her. But his lust overcame his insecurity, and he clutched Melanie roughly in his arms, turning her onto one hip as he pulled her against him.

Her moist mouth was crushed by his demanding lips, and his tongue crudely penetrated her. At the same time, he clutched the back of her thigh which was tilted up off the couch, and he ran his pudgy fingers across her stocking top onto smooth, warm skin. He traveled her garter straps all the way to the tiny lace fringe of her panties, then glided his hand around a globe of panty-expanding assflesh, which he squeezed salaciously.

Melanie's hand scooted up his thigh to pluck at the twin roundnesses and growing projectile in his pants. She became more giddy by the moment, feeling sinfully loose but justifying it because she was doing something worth-while, trying to save an important man from blackmail.

Her fingers crept to the top of Charlie's zipper and began to sneak it down.

During all this time, they were kissing with tongues that stroked and fluttered in and out of each other's mouths. And Charlie was patting her panty-sheathed bottom as she continued to sit on one hip, her body twisted toward him.

Down his zipper came. Melanie's impetuous fingers crawled into his pants. She felt a tremor pass through him as she tickled his cock with her fingertips. The fervor of his kissing increased.

Suddenly he pushed her backward, so that she lay panting against the bolster of the couch, her blonde head flung back. Charlie dropped to his knees on the carpet, and he pushed her half-raised skirt the rest of the way to her lap. He gazed at the lusciousness of her legs, in sandy-toned, sheer nylons that stopped at mid-thigh, secured by garters… at the satiny firm fullness of her upper thighs, gleaming palely… and at the enticing triangle of blue panty that dipped between those thighs.

He lifted her legs into the air, and her senses swirled as ho began lustfully to kiss and lick the backs of her thighs, from the lace-trimmed elastics of her pants to the tops of her nylons, then back along her garters.

He parted her legs and hooked them over his arms. The strip of blue nylon that passed between her thighs claimed his interest. It was so fragile, just barely opaque, and not quite wide enough to hide the inner edges of her bulging buttocks.

Charlie crooked his finger around her panty crotch and yanked it aside, blatantly exposing all her charms-from blonde tuft to asshole! He was most attracted by the pink flanges of her faintly moist pussylips, peeping out from between her fuzzy large labia.