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His hand reached down under the desk, and he grasped the back of her head firmly as he began to thrust his hips forward in time with her head pushing down on his cock.
She sensed his body stiffening, and she could feel the throb of the blood coursing through his rigid manhood.
The taste of his juices were beginning to build on her tongue, and Jilly knew that at any moment his load would shoot into her mouth.
She wasn’t wrong – his cum blasted into her mouth in a hot torrent, and she expertly pumped her head around the tip of the cock as each spurt shot into her eager mouth, keeping her lips firmly on the cock, sucking and swallowing every drop. More gently now, she continued to suck on the cock, to prolong the man’s pleasure for as long as she could.
Eventually, as his penis began to soften slightly, she released it from her lips, and sat back on her heels, accidentally knocking her head lightly on the underside of the desk.
She giggled at her faux-pas, and the man looked down and smiled kindly at her.
Jilly crawled forward, out from under the desk, and stood up, smoothing down her little black dress, and straightening up her boobs. She picked up her handbag from where it sat, on the blotter on the desk, opened it, removed a small tissue and discreetly dabbed at the sides of her lips.
She dropped the tissue into a wastebasket by the side of the desk, and quickly pulled out a small mirror.
Swiftly she re-applied a little lipstick, and angled the mirror to check her hair.
Satisfied that she had restored her appearance, she turned towards the man, who still sat in his chair. He had put his penis away and zipped himself back up.
Jilly nodded to him, and he leaned forward and pressed a button on a device on the desk in front of him.
With an authorative, but not unkind, voice he spoke into the device "Miss Seaward will be leaving now."
He released the button and briefly thanked her, informing her that he might very well require her services again at some point in the future.
Jilly smiled as she did a joke-y curtsey, and bowed her head slightly, even managing a hint of a blush at the praise of her abilities.
A door opened in the north-east corner of the room, and two men entered from an adjoining office.
Both were dressed in identical black suits, with white shirts, dark ties and patent leather shoes. Both also wore ear-pieces with attached microphones and, as Jilly had noted earlier when the men had come to collect her by car from her apartment, both had the distinctive bulge under their jackets that betrayed the fact that they obviously had guns holstered there.
With a wondering smile, Jilly noticed that both man now had equally impressive bulges in the front of their trousers, and she wondered to herself if they had been able to hear, or even see, what had just happened – could they have observational devices in the man’s office?
The thought amused her greatly, but she didn’t think that they would appreciate her asking, so she kept quiet.
One of the men faced her, and with a polite "Ma’am?" motioned towards a door in the north-west corner of the room.
The two dark-suited men escorted her out of the office, one looking carefully up and down the corridor before they went though it. One each side of her, they escorted Jilly along several lengthy corridors and colonnaded walkways, to the far end of the building.
Finally they descended a few steps into an impressive wooden-panelled lobby, and swept past a desk where a couple of uniformed men sat attentively.
Both men stopped just a few feet from a large set of doors, and Jilly stopped with them, standing between them. One of the two men spoke into the microphone he wore "Baby Bird is ready to fly the nest, is Mother Bird in position?"
There was a moment’s pause, and Jilly heard a hissing noise from the men’s earpieces that signalled that they had received their answer.
All three of them now proceeded out through the doors. Jilly’s heels clicked loudly as they walked past white pillars and out into the sunlight, then down seven steps and on, through a pair of iron gates and then past a fountain towards the road, where a black SUV waited, parked directly in front of them.
One of the suited men opened the rear door of the SUV, and held out his hand for Jilly to grasp as she climbed into the car, whilst the other man got into the front seat alongside the driver. The first man walked around the car and climbed in, sitting alongside Jilly.
He spoke firmly to Jilly "We will take you home now, ma’am." As the car drove off into his microphone he said the words "Control - Bird has flown, Bird has flown, I repeat Bird has flown."
Nothing else was said as they drove Jilly back to her apartment, and they watched her as she walked to the door, fumbled in her handbag for the keys and let herself in.
Hastily she clattered up the stairs, not waiting for the lift, and went into her apartment.
Kicking off her shoes and tossing her handbag onto the sofa she walked across the lush carpeting to the bar, where she poured herself a large Jack Daniels, then lowered herself into the deep, soft sofa and took a slurp of the whiskey.
Smiling to herself, she dug out her cell-phone from her bag, and scrolled through the numbers to find the name of her best friend.
She hit the ‘call’ button and after a few bleeps she heard her friend’s familiar New York accent say "Hello!"
Excitedly, Jilly jabbered into the phone "Eileen, you would not bee-lieeve who my last client was!"
With a stern voice, Eileen began to counter with "Jill, hon, much as I like you as a friend, you know I don’t really approve…"
"Shhhh! I know, I know, but I just have to talk to someone!" Jilly shrieked "I’m not supposed to tell anyone but I know I can trust you! I’ve just given a blow-job to the main man, the big boss, the guy, the chief – you know who!"
"What are you talking about, Jill?" Eileen said, in a confused tone of voice.
Giggling, Jilly replied "The main man, the Chief Exec…."
Astonished, Eileen said "No, surely not, not…"
"YES!" interrupted Jilly, "The President! In the White House! In the West Wing! In the actual Oval Office!"
Both girls screamed and giggled at each other, and Eileen made Jilly give a blow-by-blow account of that afternoon’s events.
The two girls chatted and giggled on the phone for more than an hour, and made firm plans to meet up sometime soon.
After she’d hung up, Jilly sat back on the sofa, drained the last of the whiskey from her glass and reflected on the fact that she had now probably gone as high in her profession as she possibly could.
Or had she?
*****
In the dingy basement, dirty finger-nailed hands clattered at the keyboard, as he typed words into the comment box beneath the story.
‘the great obama is pleasd to kno that you drink the cock of the black man but you are shit and will be punish when he gains all power. it is close for he now.’
Satisfied with his spiteful little words he sat back and admired his work on the screen in front of him, then reached into the front of his pants, and his grubby fingers closed around the tiny penis that he found there.
As he re-read the words he had just typed he masturbated bitterly. He really had nothing better to do, in his sad little life…….
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