There is something particularly sleazy about meeting a Senator. I suppose it used to be something that was a bit of an honor, but not anymore. The man I was meeting today had been in his seat for longer than I had been alive, and I was starting to get grey in my hair, and anyone who looked into it would realize he held on to his seat despite his dismal approval ratings was due to the heavy gerrymandering and toxic video ads. And to top it off, I knew way more about this man than he would have liked. Sure, technology allows you to do some things with privacy, but someone owned that data somewhere. And that someone was me.
Which was how I knew that this upstanding citizen known for his moral compass had a tendency to hire prostitutes for the kinds of things you wouldn’t ask your wife to participate in.
“Ah, Mr. Sterling.” The man was fat and greasy looking, but still I smiled and shook his hand as we headed into his office. I’ll just wash my hands later, I guess. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”
“Senator Stevens,” When speaking to politicians you have to walk around subjects and never quite touch them, they always wanted plausible deniability. Well, if push came to shove I had him by the balls with the information I had. It wouldn’t be too hard for a “hacker” to “expose” his little secrets if it came to that. “We have been friends for a long time, no? I was a little concerned about the new Corporate Information Bill and wanted to talk to you a bit about it.”
The new bill introduced would make it easier to see who owned what in terms of companies, and honestly, it wouldn’t be a bad thing if people were competent. As it was, it conflicted with my goals and the goals of my group, even if it is for the best we can’t let them know until the deal is done.
“Ah, yes.” Senator Stevens sat down heavily, “I understand, I understand. I think you might want to speak to my friend Mrs. Nunez, between the two of us and a little encouragement I might be able to really help you out Mr. Sterling.”
Translating that from political speech to normal human, Senator Nunez was in a close race for reelection and if I put my finger on the scale he would give me the votes I needed. Simple enough, and if I recall Nunez was siphoning funds from several public projects, so with the dirt I had on both of them I would add to my list of senators in my pocket. It was a slimey pocket, but one he had to put his hand in nonetheless.
Still, best to remind the senator who precisely was in charge of this relationship.
“I will have an appointment set up with her,” I stood up and began to leave before throwing a parting comment over my shoulder. “And do give my regards to Chunkydom64, the things that woman puts up with…”
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With that I left the senator stuttering in his office and walked out to my limo with a smile on my face. Was that sadistic of me? Probably a bit, but I prefered to keep that to the bedroom with people who were more interested in me than my pocketbook. Admittedly, that was something that was often hard to find, but when you owned the dating sites it was easier than you might expect.
My secretary was waiting for me inside, listing off my schedule for the day. I knew that some of my colleagues thought me a bit of a hypocrite, for all I said about only having relationships with women who were interested in me, they noted that my staff had quite a high percentage of pretty women in office attire that was a little shorter and a little tighter than what you might find elsewhere.
I am not a hypocrite, I don’t have a relationship like that with my employees, but that doesn’t mean I don't enjoy looking. And for that matter, you would be surprised how many women seek out the position to try and get to me. Personally, I blame that shitty book from 2011. Why do people keep thinking that just because I am a male billionaire I have a bondage dungeon next to my office? I actually have work to do you know, and that stuff is far better kept at home anyway.
“Sir, you have a plane to Chicago in an hour.” My secretary adjusted her glasses and read off the schedule. She was one of the ones who seemed to be trying to come after me, but I had to admit that I was tempted with legs like that.
“I presume the FAA wouldn’t shift the schedule?” I had wanted to leave earlier, but the FAA could be a pain to deal with.
“No sir, which leaves you with a free half hour after we arrive at the airport. I have adjusted your schedule regarding the meeting with the Great Lakes Industrial Agency to compensate.”
“Good to know,” I smiled slightly and leaned back. “Honestly, despite time being at such a premium I am rather glad to have some time to relax.”
“Would you like me to arrange something to help you with that Sir?” Ah, here we go, I thought. His dress code for his secretarial staff was definitely more for him than anything else, but even he wouldn’t tell them to leave that many buttons undone.
“No, that is fine.” Tempting, but no. He had more control than a politician after all, and sleeping with your staff was always a bad idea. “I think I will enjoy reading a book for the first time in a few weeks.”
“Of course sir,” She sounded disappointed, but continued on. “What would you like done about the video of the senator?”
“Keep it under wraps for now,” I took out a bottle of champagne and poured a glass for myself and her. Also not the best practice, but hey, what was the point of being rich if you couldn’t share it with someone? Plus, her legs were almost exceptional enough to make an exception for. “If he doesn’t play ball, have it released the usual way.”
She took a sip and then said, “To be honest sir, I could not really believe the Senator would do that…”
“I am more surprised he survived it.” I laughed, “between the drugs and four hundred pound domina in latex, the man must have a constitution like a bull to be alive right now!”
His poor secretary just looked a little sick and took a deep gulp of the alcohol.