I Have Something To Show You
Mike Rogers walked into the dumpy dive of a bar in Miller City and spotted Monica right away, looking totally out of place as she sat in a corner booth well dressed, sipping a martini while most of the other working class patrons were downing beers. Mike was wearing his usual attire – jeans with a dress shirt and a loosened tie, along with a well worn tan corduroy jacket and sneakers.
"Jesus, Monica, why all the cloak and dagger stuff?" Mike complained as he slid into the seat across from her in the booth. "I can't even claim this on my expense account!"
"Just order a drink," She instructed impatiently and Mike asked for a beer when the cocktail waitress came to the table.
"So, I'm guessing you don't want to be seen with me in public in Greenville," Mike said once the waitress was gone.
"I shouldn't be seen with you period," she remarked as she gave him a suspicious look. "Can I trust you?"
"Why wouldn't you?" Mike asked defensively.
"You've been writing crap about me all the way back to high school," She complained.
"You're still mad about the student council race junior year?" Mike grinned as the waitress brought him his beer.
"You wrote that I was over prepared, over-informed, over-my head, and over-whelmed," Monica recalled with a frown.
"That was fifteen years ago, Monica," he smirked. "Get over it!"
'Do you want to know why I called you?" She asked with annoyance.
"Of course, but why the Deep Throat act?"
"The bomb's about to go off, Mike," Monica let him know. "You want in or not?"
"A scandal?" Mike's eyes went up. "Your guy?"
She sighed and nodded. "I guess you were right all along."
Mike smirked. "Excuse me? Say that again? A little louder, please."
"No gloating, you bastard."
"What's going on, Monica?" Mike asked, turning serious as he put on his political columnist/reporter persona.
She lifted a manila envelope from her seat and put it on the table, sliding it across to him. "The Mayor is about to go down," she said sadly.
Mike lifted his eyebrows and took the envelope from the table, cautiously opening it. "Holy shit," he said when he scanned the documents.
"Mayor Pennington will be charged with bribery and corruption, probably Friday, so you've only got a day or two to work the story and break it before everybody else."
"How long has this been going on?" Mike asked with fascination.
"The Investigation is almost a year old," Monica replied. "Shit's going to hit the fan soon."
"How did you get this?" Mike asked as he continued to scan through the papers.
"Never mind," she said. "Keep me out of it."
"But this is your guy, Monica," Mike said with surprise. "Why are you helping take him down?"
'He took himself down," Monica grumbled. "He was all about change and improvement, new attitudes, transparent government, helping out the little guy. That's why I backed him. That's why I campaigned for him. That's why I'm a Democrat."
"The DA is going after him for extortion and conspiracy along with Gleason, the former state rep," Mike said with a whistle as he continued to scan the documents.
"That stupid pet project of his," Monica explained. "He kicked out those poor businesses on Lower Road and then conspired with Gleason to get the parking lot done."
"Looks like Gleason's going down on bribery charges in the scheme too," Mike said. "Wow, this is big!"
"The Mayor and Gleason were trying to extort money from Daniels who was going to build the parking lot and develop the rest of the property," Monica revealed. "The Mayor and Gleason demanded $250,000 and The Mayor told Daniels he had to pay Gleason in order for the project to proceed."
"How stupid can he be?" Mike asked.
"They're also going after him for bribery, conspiracy and falsifying evidence and documents involving renovations on his house," Monica reported. "The Good Mayor intentionally underpaid Boone The Builder for work on his Green Hill house including a whirlpool, kitchen counters and a remodeled bathroom knowing Boone was going to get the elementary school renovation contract."
"This is bad," Mike said. "This is really bad."
"You're telling me," Monica sighed. "The guy grows up here, works his way up the political ladder, does and says all the right things, stands for something people can believe in, becomes a rising star advocating for the town, gets elected as the town's first really progressive Mayor and it turns out he's just another morally bankrupt politician in it for his own personal gain. What a son of a bitch."
"I'm sorry, Monica," Mike said with sincerity. "I know you really believed in this guy."
"You had him pegged from the start," Monica said unhappily. "How is it you always know these things?"
"I guess I've got a sixth sense when it comes to politics and politicians," Mike shrugged. "I tried to warn you."
"I thought you were just being spiteful and revengeful with those savage columns of yours," she sighed.
"You think I've been savage and revengeful since junior year," Mike said knowingly.
"You're just mad because I wouldn't go out with you," she said wirily.
"I was right then too!" Mike pointed out. "I told you McCarthy was a moron but you went out with him anyway."
Monica groaned. "Okay, okay. At least I didn't marry him."
"Yeah, but the guy you did marry isn't much better," Mike grumbled.
"You think you know everything," She protested.
"Does he know this is about to drop?" Mike asked with interest.
"I don't know," Monica admitted.
"He's the President of the Town Council for Christ sakes," Mike said. "He's going to be acting Mayor in a few days."
"Trust me, Pennington won't resign," Monica predicted.
"Even when he's indicted?"
"He'll fight it to the next election," Monica predicted. "And probably run again if he's not in jail."
"You and the hubby are going to take a lot of heat on this as Chair and Co-chair of the town Democratic Committee."
"I know," Monica sighed. "People are going to be disillusioned, disgusted and pissed off."
"You going to disavow The Mayor?" Mike wondered.
"Of course," she replied with annoyance. "He's a fraud and a fake, a disgrace to the office." She paused and sighed. "But I know Tom will stick by him to the end."
"He better not defend him as his lawyer," Mike advised.
"I can't tell my husband how to do his job," Monica replied. "He doesn't tell me how to sell real estate and I don't tell him how to run his law office."
"You should have married me instead," Mike told her.
"Why? I wouldn't be able to tell you what to write either," she said. "Besides, you wouldn't be able to write the horrible stuff you've written about me over the years if I was your wife."
"Ah, it hasn't been that horrible," Mike said with a smirk. "I keep your name in the paper for you."
"Thanks a lot," she mumbled.
"But this scandal is going to rock the town and send Democrats scurrying for cover so watch your ass," Mike advised.
"You've been watching my ass for years," she noted slyly.
"Still waiting to see it," Mike rebutted with a grin. "I should get going," He said. "Lots of calls to make before this breaks. Thanks for the inside track, Monica. I really appreciate it."
"I owe you for the Nickerson stuff last year," Monica admitted. "You went above and beyond to make sure the truth got out on that one."
"See, I'm not so bad," Mike said as he stood. "Sorry Politics sucks sometimes."
"Yeah," she said unhappily. "Sometimes I wonder why I bother."
"Because you're going to be Mayor some day," Mike told her in all sincerity.
"Not if my husband beats me to it," Monica noted.
"He'll never be Mayor if he doesn't distance himself from this guy," Mike replied, lifting up the manila envelope.
"This is the guy my father turned the baton over to," Monica groaned. "That's what upsets me the most."
"I understand," Mike said with sympathy.
The reporter left the bar and drove the hour back to Greenville with the envelope on the seat next to him. This was going to be the biggest political story in Blue County in years and Mike was thrilled to be breaking the scandal in print thanks to his long time sparing partner Monica.
Mike Rogers inherited the Political beat by default after poor Ned Percy dropped dead unexpectedly a few years back. Mike had settled for sports when he first joined the News-Dispatch out of college but he quickly bored of covering high school events and an occasional Serguci League game. He knew Politics was where the action was especially with Monica Williams-Dupree so heavily involved in the local game coming from a legendary political family.
Mike was crazy about Monica all the way back to their school days but she ran in different circles and their paths didn't cross much until he started writing for the school newspaper and went out of his way to be a thorn in her side when it came to the various stories he wrote that involved her – sports activities, her political undertakings running for student council, student government, and class officer positions. Mike was tough on Monica partly to get back at her for turning him down in the dating world but mostly because it was fun to get her fired up. It became a game between them with Monica indignant at him for whatever he wrote while Mike brushed her off at every opportunity. Mike liked the sparring and it was renewed when he took over the political beat at the News and Dispatch.
Monica was a town councilor when Mike started his political beat and now she was the Chair of the School Committee. She married Tom Dupree who was fifteen years her senior, another politically connected and involved player in town and state politics. Mike didn't like Dupree much, not only because he married Monica but because he could be a backstabbing, two-faced, spineless player politician who did whatever it took to succeed. Plus Dupree was a lawyer with a reputation of being a slime but Monica was obviously blind to some of his faults and failings.
Monica was naïve when it came to politics, believing in the Mr. Smith Goes to Washington spirit of doing good, helping people, and making a difference in the world while denying the negative side that comes with power, position, ego and the next election. She idolized her late father who was involved in politics all his life, representing Blue County as a state rep, serving on the town council for thirty years, and spending the last twenty years of his life as Town Moderator.
"Bull" Williams was a giant of a legend, a good man who did good work, the last of a dying breed who avoided scandals at all costs and was beloved by all those who knew him. If Monica thought she was marrying a man like her father when she married Tom Dupree she was sadly mistaken although she rarely discussed her personal life with Mike.
Monica was one of Mike's primary sources when he needed the inside dope on certain events and he was sure to credit her for whatever successes she enjoyed on the political scene. It was true that Mike could be sarcastic and tongue in cheek in his weekly political columns but he also wrote positive news stories that painted Monica in a positive light. He was less generous when it came to giving her husband complimentary print, however.
Mike spent two days calling sources and tracking down leads on the Pennington scandal and the story broke on the front page of the News and Dispatch a few hours before Pennington was served with court papers requesting that he turn himself in to local authorities on the charges of bribery and corruption.
As Monica predicted, The Mayor declined to step down and the next few weeks became a political circus of accusations, denials, counter-charges, and hard ball politics. Monica tried to distance herself from the blood sport but her husband jumped into the fray with both feet by becoming The Mayors #1 Defender and advocate although he declined to represent The Mayor as a lawyer due to a conflict of interest.
Mike was tough on both Dupree and The Mayor in his coverage of the ongoing scandal although he spared Monica as best he could even though she was involved by default both as School Committee Chair and as the co-chair of the town Democratic Committee.
Mike had a scandal story in the paper nearly every day and his Friday opinion columns were especially biting and tough as he raked the Mayor and anybody close to him over the coals, calling the charges against him indefensible and attacking the Mayor for not resigning "for the good of the town". It seemed like a new piece of information on the complexity of the scandal came to light with each passing day. Somebody close to the Mayor, Gleason or Daniels would turn on one of them and spill a new revelation, accusation or inside piece of information not previously reported.
Mike had the knack of capturing some great quotes in his various stories and while the Mayor was definitely taking some public hits because of the scandal it became obvious that he was going to try to ride out the storm for as long as he could.
"I'm here to do the people's business for Greenville," became The Mayor's standard response to any question or criticism.
It was late one evening when Mike heard a knock on his apartment door. He lived in a non-descript building not far from the newspaper. His place was overrun by clutter, books, newspapers, magazines, research material and other junk. Dressed in gym shorts and a tee shirt, Mike was surprised when he opened the door and saw Monica Williams-Dupree standing in the hall.
"I fucking hate you," she mumbled as she stared at him.
"You look awful," Mike replied.
"Thanks," she groaned as she pushed by him and stepped into the apartment. "Jesus, what a dump," she remarked as she glanced around the sloppy place.
"Bachelor's pad," Mike said defensively.
Monica looked haggard. Her hair was messy, her well styled clothes were wrinkled, and there were dark circles under her eyes. "This has been hell," she announced.
"Petty tough on the front lines, huh?" Mike guessed as he walked to the computer table and minimized what he was working on.
"Got anything to drink?" Monica asked.
"Sure," Mike replied, crossing to the cabinet in the corner of the room and pulling out a bottle of gin. "I'll make us some martinis."
She followed him into the small and messy kitchen and pushed some newspapers off of the second chair. "I don't know whether I should leave Tom or kill him," Monica said with a tired voice as she took a seat.
"I'm really surprised he decided to ride the ship to the bottom," Mike replied.
"I grabbed the first life boat off," Monica replied. "He'll never forgive me for that."
"You did what you had to do," Mike replied as he shook the drink shaker. "You don't think Tom really believes The Mayor is innocent, do you?"
'Of course not," Monica groaned. "But Pennington is connected enough to make it advantageous for Tom to support him all the way to the end. He's willing to take the political risk of sticking with him instead of abandoning him."
"Time will tell," Mike replied as he got a jar of olives out of the refrigerator.
"Maybe I'll be the one who pays the political price," Monica worried as Mike put a glass in front of her.
"No way," Mike assured her. "You did the right thing."
"Tell it to my husband," she sighed.
Mike poured the booze into her glass followed by a glass for himself, dropping two olives in each glass. He brought a jar of peanuts out of the cupboard and put it on the table between them before taking a seat in the other chair.
"I think they're going to try to make Boone the Builder the patsy," Monica theorized.
"I interviewed the guy three times already," Mike reported. "He was duped from the start and he's clueless with all of it. He's pissed that his name and business has been dragged into all of this. There's nothing on him."
"They can make something up to stick on him," Monica replied. "Gleason is pretty well connected all the way up."
"Nobody gives a shit about what happens in Greenville, Monica," Mike said. "Gleason's state cronies aren't going to get themselves involved in this petty-ante stuff. They'll cut Pennington off and Gleason will have to sink or swim on his own."
"Tom's convinced otherwise," she told him with clear disgust in her voice.
"Things aren't going well at home?" Mike guessed.
"This is the first time we've been on opposite sides since I married him," Monica admitted. "He's making it very difficult on me."
"I don't remember my parents ever fighting over politics," Monica sighed. "It seems all Tom and I have been doing is fighting ever since this stupid thing broke."
"Stick to your guns," Mike advised. "You're right on this one."
Monica let out a long breath of air and brushed her hand through her hair before burying her fist in her cheek with her elbow on the table. Mike stared at her with an affectionate and concerned look on his face. She noticed his long look after a few moments and she glanced up at him.
"You're having fun with all this, aren't you?" She asked.
"I'm sorry you're caught in the middle," he replied. "But it's a great story to cover and follow. It's exciting and interesting. I get a new lead every day."
"Maybe I shouldn't have gotten so caught up in all of this," Monica said with a sigh. "My father never told me it could get this brutal."
"It was never brutal for him," Mike pointed out. "I'm sure it never occurred to him that the Mayor of Greenville would be a crook."
"Or that his daughter would marry somebody who could defend a crook."
"We all make our choices," Mike replied.
She kept staring at him. "You think I made wrong choices," she decided.
"A few," Mike concurred.
"You're probably right," she sighed. "I don't like cut-throat, hardball, save your own ass and the hell with everybody else politics. I remember my father serving in the soup line at the Salvation Army and sitting in the ER with some poor family waiting to see if a kid was going to pull through from some accident," she said. "That's why I got involved. Not for this crap."
"I know," Mike replied.
"Tom hates you more than ever now with the coverage you're giving this story," Monica told him.
"Good," Mike smirked. "That's when I know I'm doing my job!"
"Every morning he unfolds the paper and groans at your latest 'hit job' as he calls it," Monica said. "I secretly smile to myself every time he bellyaches about what you've written."
Mike smiled as he took a sip from his martini glass. "I'm happy to please you."
"Oh, I'm sure you are," she replied knowingly, giving him another long stare.
Monica finally broke eye contact and glanced around the kitchen. "You definitely need a woman's touch around here," she observed.
"When do you want to start?" He teased and that made her laugh out loud, almost spitting her drink out of her mouth.
"Boy, you just never give up, do you?"
"Not when it comes to you," Mike replied honestly.
"I should go," Monica sighed, placing her glass on the table.
"So soon?" He asked with disappointment.
"I shouldn't have come to begin with," she said, rolling her eyes. "You know that."
"I'm glad you did," Mike said as he stood too.
"I wish the Mayor would just resign so we could be done with all this," Monica groaned.
"You were right," Mike replied. "He's not quitting until they lock the cell door behind him."
"And my husband will walk with him right up to that cell door," Monica complained. "What a complete asshole."
"I told you the same thing ten years ago!" Mike smiled.
"Shut up!" She demanded but there was a smirk on her face.
Mike grinned and he started walking her to the door but when they reached it, Monica blocked him from opening the door by resting her back against it and staring desperately into his eyes. He slowly moved his face closer to hers until it was just a few inches away.
"Are you sure you want to go?" Mike whispered.
"I'm sure I should go," she whispered back and before he could react her lips were on his, her arms around his neck as she kissed him with want and desire.
Mike wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled himself into her body with equal desire, his fifteen year fantasy finally coming true. They kissed with reckless abandonment, her hands in his hair, his hands on her ass, their mouths melded together with a welder's torch. Mike's head became dizzy from the taste of her lips, the scent of her skin, and the feel of her ass. He couldn't believe it was finally happening between them after all these years of sexual tension, rope-a-dope, denial, and waiting.
Monica let him take off her clothes as they continued to make out, the pieces removed one at a time – she started by kicking off her shoes and he took over by unfastening her blouse and unsnapping her bra so that her lovely breasts spilled out for him to see for the first time. Mike acknowledged their presence with a soft squeeze and Monica purred in reply.
Her skirt followed, falling to the floor with a thud as they continued to suck face and manhandle each other's body and it was Monica who did the final gesture, happily pealing down her panties to reveal her bush for him.
"Oh God," Monica squealed when she saw his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. "This is crazy!"
Mike broke from the kissing and stepped back to stare at her revelation, looking her up and down with marveled appreciation. "God, you're as beautiful as I always imagined," he realized.
"Take off your clothes," Monica pleaded with a blush. "I feel silly standing here naked all alone."
Mike methodically pulled the tee shirt off over his head to reveal his hairy chest and he tugged down his shorts to expose his hairy dick that began to appreciate her just as she was appreciating it.
"What in the hell are we doing?" Monica asked as she fell into him and they felt each other's naked skin rubbing against their own for the first time.
"What we should have done years ago," Mike replied as he resumed kissing her, his hands all over her naked body.
"Well, you've finally got me," she smiled through his kisses.
"I would have waited as long as it took," Mike let her know.
"I know," she said happily as she kissed him repeatedly.
"I want to make love to you," he whispered dreamingly.
"Go ahead," she giggled, exploring his body with her hands.
Mike laughed happily as he stepped back from her a second time and they both appreciated the other as they stood naked in front of each other.
"God you're beautiful," Mike let her know for the second time.
"You too," she grinned, unable not to eye his swinging dick that had become hard at the sight (and feel) of her nudity.
He took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom that was also cluttered with books, magazines, newspapers, and various notebooks. Mike cleared off the bed in one movement and Monica gave his bare ass an affectionate pat as she stepped past him and fell onto the bed on her stomach so he could get a good look at her beautiful shapely backside.
"God, I finally get to see your ass," He smirked.
Monica laughed as she rolled onto her back. "Come here, you goof," she directed.
Mike knelt on the bed and rubbed her thigh before lying down next to her on his side and giving her a hug, her breasts rubbing against his ribs. Monica turned on her side facing him and Mike placed his hands on her naked ass cheeks to give them a playful squeeze.
Monica giggled as she gave him a warm sensual kiss and they made out for a while as they touched and explored each other's bodies and mouths and souls. Monica finally rolled onto her back again and spread her legs to invite Mike to proceed. He glanced down to examine her exposed genitalia for a moment and then smiled contently as he rolled on top of her.
"I never thought this would happen," Mike told her as he stared into her eyes.
"Me either," Monica confessed.
"But I'm glad it is."
"You really are beautiful," he let her know, gazing into her eyes while gently squeezing one of her breasts.
"Thanks," she smiled knowingly.
Mike stared into her eyes for a long moment as he lay stagnant on top of her with his sternum squashing her breasts into her chest while he remembered every moment he ever shared with her, every conversation they ever had, every tease, insult, laugh and disappointment he ever felt.
When Monica married Dupree, Mike was devastatingly brokenhearted by the news and he resigned himself into accepting that he would never love another woman the way he loved Monica. He was glad that he continued a professional relationship with her through politics and he enjoyed the cat and mouse game they played. Now, apparently, they were both in the moral trap of suspending ethics for a moment of personal joy.
"I've always wanted you," Mike whispered into her ear.
"You have me, Scoop," she let him know with authority.
"But what about..." he started to say.
"Shhh..." she said, putting her finger on his lip. "Fuck him and fuck everybody else. I played the game I thought I was supposed to play for so long that I lost track of what was really important. Now I'm married to an unethical slime ball supporting a crook, a man I idealized who turned out to be a turd. The only person who has been the same guy from the start is you."
"Ah..." Mike blushed.
"Just make love to me, Mike," Monica requested. "I feel so lonely and alone in my marriage and the town politics is driving me insane. I need an escape. I need the reality that something is real and personal. I need you."
Mike adjusted himself on top of her and guided his member to the edge of her now wet cavity.
"Please," she whimpered desperately.
So Mike entered her and began to pump as she moved her hips in rhythm with him.
"Thank you," Monica sighed happily as he gladly made love to her.
Mike couldn't remember a more pleasurable, meaningful, enjoyable, soulful, or moving sexual experience than this first time making love to Monica, the only woman he ever truly loved. He watched with fascination as Monica lay with her hair sprawled across the pillow, her eyes closed, and her mouth open with heavy breaths escaping her throat, her breasts rising and falling with each inhale accompanied by quiet little moans with each exhale.
Mike played with her breast with one hand while his other helped push her ass up to meet each of his thrusts until they were both brought to the edge. Monica went first, gushing out with a loud holler when she experienced her orgasm and Mike soon followed by letting go inside her, burying his face in the crock of her neck and he continued to thrust until they were both spent.
"Oh, Monica," Mike whispered. "That was as perfect as I imagined."
Monica kissed the top of his head before making her way down to find his face and lips, giving him a passionate kiss. "It's been a long time since I felt this free," she said happily. "Thank you."
They lay still and quiet for a long time before Mike finally rolled off of her, lying on his back next to her as they both stared at the ceiling. Monica found his hand and squeezed it in hers.
"You'll have to start looking for a house," she said.
Mike turned his head and peered at her. "Huh?"
"That will be our cover," she explained. "I'll be your Realtor. We can meet while looking at houses."
"So, we're officially having an affair?" Mike asked with surprise.
"We're terrible people, aren't we?" Monica sighed.
"We're not indicted," Mike pointed out.
Monica rolled onto her side and gave him a kiss. "I have to go," she announced sadly.
"Thanks for coming over," he replied, kissing her back.
She smiled sadly before rolling over the other way and climbing off the bed. Mike pulled the sheet up over his nudity while watching Monica get dressed. When she was done she knelt on the bed and gave him a kiss goodbye.
"Goodnight, Sweetie," she said warmly. "It was a wonderful evening. I'll let myself out."
Monica disappeared from the room and Mike fell back on the mattress with a groan. It was the best night of his life but how many journalistic ethics had he violated by sleeping with someone he covered? Not to mention the moral violation of sleeping with another man's wife.
Mike continued working the scandal story. New pieces of information were uncovered with every interview and Mike had a nagging suspicion that Monica's husband Tom Dupree was involved in the scandal at a much deeper level than anybody could imagine. Mike stopped by Valley Real Estate a few days after his tryst with Monica under the false pretenses of being interested in a house and Monica signed him up as a client. That gave them the opportunity to see each other without anybody thinking anything was amiss.
They also crossed paths in Mike's professional capacity covering Greenville politics which was in a severe state of chaos with the scandal engulfing the Mayor. The town was being split in two - those who believed the Mayor was guilty and needed to go and those who defended him and stood by him. The News and Dispatch and especially Mike Rogers were clearly anti-Pennington in their coverage and Mike was taking a lot of heat and criticism, being accused of being unfair and mean.
"I have something to show you." It was Monica on the phone informing Mike of the first listing she wanted him to see.
The listing turned out to be a half-million dollar estate on Green Hill, not all that far from the Mayor's controversial house.
"I wouldn't buy this place even if I won the lottery," Mike remarked as Monica walked him through the endless rooms with stoned fireplaces, marble floors and granite counters.
"I know," Monica laughed. "I just thought you'd get a kick out of fucking in a place like this."
"Nobody will be home for hours," Monica giggled.
"You want to do it in somebody else's house?"
"They'll never know," Monica purred.
"You sure there aren't any security cameras?" Mike worried, glancing around.
Monica laughed and took him by the hand. "I know all the intimate details of every house I show," she assured him. "Don't worry. We're safe."
She pulled him into a small passageway that led to a private library and she pushed him against the wall, her mouth close to his. "Don't you want to?" She teased.
Mike swept Monica into his arms and he planted a kiss on her. "I'll never fuck you," he told her earnestly. "I'll only make love to you."
"Deal," she purred, feeling the bulge in his pants plowing into her groin. "I get the feeling this is turning you on!"
Mike kissed her again to affirm her comment while wrapping his hand around the back of her neck and then up into her hair while forcing her mouth open with his lips and inserting his tongue inside. Monica whimpered as she accepted his intimate gesture and she willingly sucked on his tongue in response.
Monica was wearing a business suit and she felt her pants dropping to her ankles. Suddenly Mike's hands were inside her panties and he turned her so she was against the wall as he yanked her panties down her legs, his hands squeezing her ass as he raised his thigh up and she rubbed herself against it. Monica managed to get her coat off as they continued to kiss wildly and passionately and soon her blouse was open and her bra was off and Mike was sucking on her nipple while lifting her up the wall with his hands on her ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist and struggled to get his jeans open but Mike dropped to his knees and stuck his face between her legs as she sat on his shoulders. Mike licked her slit which caused her to gasp and when she felt his tongue slip inside Monica almost knocked herself out bashing her head against the wall in reaction. He had her ass pressed against the wall which gave him more leverage to work his magical tongue inside her as Monica thrashed on his shoulders and begged for more, bucking her hips as her ass slapped against the wall.
Mike didn't let up until Monica screamed out with a climax that left her shaking on his shoulders and Mike finally gently helped her to the floor so she could recover, him lying next to her as she sprawled spread eagle on the carpet with her womanhood exposed for his view.
"You drive me wild," she sighed.
"Good," he grinned.
"I had forgotten it could be like this," Monica whimpered as she sat up and slumped into his chest.
"Marriage has gone a little stale?" Mike guessed as he rubbed her ass and kissed the top of her head.
"We had so much in common," Monica said with appreciative nostalgia. "Even though he was older I thought we had a connection. Our politics were the same and we had common beliefs, common goals, and common ideals."
"But?" Mike waited.
"I'm starting to wonder if the real reason he married me was because of my name," Monica admitted sadly. "Marrying into a powerful political family gave him prestige and connections, cover and protection. Now I'm not even sure if he ever really loved me."
"I doubt he was that calculating," Mike said.
"You're just trying to spare my feelings," Monica said knowingly. "You've always thought he was a bastard."
"You're right," Mike admitted. "And he could tarnish your name if this thing gets any bigger or deeper."
"My father is probably rolling over in his grave," Monica sighed as she lifted herself off of Mike and tried to stand, her legs still shaking from the crazy sex.
Mike stood too and Monica used him as an aid as she put her panties and pants back on. Mike retrieved her bra and handed it to her. She put the undergarment back on and buttoned up her blouse.
"So," Monica said with a wry grin as she put her jacket back on. "What do you think of the house?"
"Nice place to visit," Mike smiled knowing he couldn't ever afford a place like this.
They walked out of estate and said their farewells playing the role of Realtor and client in case neighbors were noticing.
Mike had a connection inside the DA's office and he learned that there was another indictment coming down the pike also involving the Mayor and a condemned property by the Blue River that was worth a lot of money. The new charge was that the Mayor attempted to bribe the owner to sell the property at a reduced price in exchange for favoritism when it came to bidding for another project. The indictment including a "unnamed co-conspirator" and "Player X" and Mike was pretty sure that person was Tom Dupree whose law firm had ties to the development company interested in the condemned property.
"I have something to show you." It was Monica on the phone with another listing for Mike to view.
So Mike met Monica at an empty bungalow for sale in a middle class neighborhood of Greenville.
"This is cute, don't you think?" Monica asked as she greeted her fake client in the driveway.
"Actually, I kind of like it," Mike admitted as he followed the realtor into the house.
The reporter told the politician about the new impending indictment and his suspicions that Monica's husband might be involved in the case.
"I don't think I want to know," Monica sighed, clearly upset by the news.
"What are you going to do?" Mike asked as they stood in the empty living room.
"I have no idea," she confessed. "He's my husband."
"He's going to tarnish your reputation and your political future," Mike warned.
"It's too late now, Mike," Monica sighed. "What's done is done."
"He hasn't said anything to you about any of this?"
"We've been operating on a 'don't ask don't tell' policy for a while now," she replied.
"It's going to get ugly," Mike told her.
"It already has."
Monica walked him through the house as if he was a serious customer checking out a potential buy, showing him the various attributes and highlights of the home.
"This is my favorite part of the house," Monica smiled when they reached the top of the stairs, showing Mike a long built in window seat in the hallway window overlooking the backyard.
"Very nice," Mike said, glancing at the soft cushion on the window bench.
Monica nodded in agreement as she slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She smiled as she removed her bra and tossed it aside and then she waddled out of her panties that she kicked in his face. She sat on the bench, spread her legs and waited for Mike to join her.
"This is unbelievable," Mike said as he hurried out of his clothes and fell on her naked, kissing her madly with passion.
"We're going to do this in every house for sale in Blue County," Monica giggled as she aggressively returned his kisses.
It wasn't long before Mike slipped his penis into her spread pussy and he began to pump. Monica stuck her legs straight up in the air and the echo of Mike's balls slapping against Monica's ass cheeks ricocheted through the empty and still house.
"Oh, Mike," Monica purred happily. "You're so good."
He pushed himself in and out of her in a methodical rhythm and it didn't take Monica long to get worked up and ready to orgasm, her vagina walls squashing into Mike's penis, her breasts rolling with her heaving breaths and Mike's continued thrusts. She screamed out as she climaxed, her yells bouncing off the empty walls and echoing down the stairwell and she whimpered happily when Mike ejaculated inside of her as he planted his mouth over hers and sucked her lips off her face.
"Get off," Monica mumbled, pushing him away. "We can't stain the cushion".
Mike stood and Monica jumped off the window seat and turned to make sure none of their love juices had spilled out. She held her hands over her beaver to keep anything from dripping out while Mike happily rubbed her ass cheeks.
"I like this window," he said as he put his chin on her shoulder and glanced out at the backyard view.
Monica laughed and she let him rub his dick against her ass crack while he kissed her neck, his hands working around to her breasts which he happily squeezed.
"I've got to meet another client in a half hour," Monica sighed. "But I hope you liked this showing!"
She turned and kissed him squarely on the lips while reaching down and briefly playing with his penis.
'You're the best Realtor ever," Mike let her know.
They dressed and Monica locked up the bungalow as Mike waited on the porch.
"I'll see you," Monica said with a smile as she walked down the porch steps.
"Yeah," Mike replied with satisfaction as he watched her go. "I can't wait for the next showing."
Mike wrote a brutal column about how the suddenly ineffective Mayor was making it hard for the town to conduct its business and once again he called for The Mayor's resignation, although Mike knew having Tom Dupree take over as acting Mayor wouldn't be much of an improvement, especially if Dupree got indicted too.
"I have something to show you," Monica let Mike know over the phone.
It was an expensive condo in downtown Greenville which was only a few blocks from Mike's place but about a hundred grand out of his price range. Still, it was fun to walk through the well decorated and well styled home with impressive art work and artistic furniture. The bathroom was one of the best selling points - the glass shower stall was larger that Mike's entire bathroom and he and Monica stared at it for a long moment.
"I wonder what it feels like to take a shower in that," Mike grinned.
Monica raised her eyebrows and gave him a smirk. "Let's find out!"
They raced each other stripping naked and found themselves inside the glass cage with the hot water running, happily soaping each other up while exploring each other's bodies with their hands, mouths, and even feet. They made out under the spray as if they were standing under a waterfall, exchanging tongues and gropes. They were afraid to make love in the stall because they didn't want to shatter the glass panels or cause other damage so they ended up doing it on the bath mat on the floor outside the stall without even drying themselves off from the shower.
When they were done with the lovemaking, they cleaned the bathroom of any evidence of horseplay and left the condo with huge smiles on their faces.
"I'd buy that place just for the shower stall," Mike grinned. "But we should probably stop doing this," he added. "I'd hate to get you in trouble."
"I'm running the agency, remember?" Monica asked as they stood on the sidewalk outside the condo building. "I'm not going to fire myself!"
"Yeah, but if some seller found out we fucked in their house it might not reflect well on your business," Mike smirked.
'It's worth the chance," Monica replied. "I haven't been this wild, crazy, reckless or turned on since college!"
"We could just meet at some seedy motel in Springdale or something," Mike said.
"Look, it will be even worse if we got caught doing it in a motel," Monica warned. "You have your journalistic credibility to worry about too. We can't risk me being seen at your apartment either so if we're going to continue this affair this is the only way we can have sex."
"How are things at home going?" Mike asked as he walked her back to the Real Estate agency a few blocks from the condo. The newspaper was only a few blocks beyond that.
"The same," she sighed. "I'm wondering if I should resign from the school committee before everything blows up."
"You haven't done anything wrong," Mike reminded her.
"But my husband has," she pointed out. "Guilt by association."
"If you quit, people will think you have something to hide," Mike told her. "And your political career will most likely be over."
"Maybe I've had enough," Monica argued. They had reached the front of the real estate agency now and they stopped walking.
"Come on, Monica," Mike said. "You come from a legendary political family. You're carrying your father's torch. Do you really want to give all that up?"
"No," she sighed. "But I don't want to disgrace the family name either."
"Tom is still Dupree, not Williams," Mike said. "He'll disgrace his own name, not yours."
"Guess I should drop the Dupree from my hyphenated name," Monica realized.
"That's probably a good idea," Mike advised.
"I'll let you know of the next house viewing," Monica let him know with a wink. "Thanks for the shower!"
"Have a great day, Ms. Williams!" Mike grinned, nodding and heading for the newspaper.
"I have something to show you," Monica giggled over the phone, letting Mike know it was time for another listing viewing.
It took Mike a while to find the hole-in-the-wall cabin for sale in Mt. Griffin. It was far off the beaten track and even with Monica's firm directions he still missed an important turn and had to snake his way back. Finally he arrived at what he could only describe as a dump – an old hunting cabin that had been semi-updated into a summer getaway but was still about thirty-five years out of date and in dire need of repair and overhaul.
Monica's car was already in the turnaround in front of the cabin and she was sitting on the rotting front steps of the structure with a grin on her face.
"You've got to be kidding," Mike said as he climbed out of his car. "This is Jed Clampett's old hut."
"Hey, it got us out in the middle of nowhere didn't it?" Monica laughed as she stood, greeting him with a kiss when Mike arrived at the steps.
"I don't even want to see the inside of this place," Mike said.
"Let's take a walk," Monica suggested. "The woods are very pretty."
He took her hand in his and they set out on a path behind the cabin, Monica giving Mike a quick run down on the history of the cabin which was now available as part of an estate sale. They came across a small running brook that was dammed up by some fallen trees to make an impressively large swimming hole. There was a large flat rock on the far side of the pool and they took a seat on it to sun themselves. Their affair so far was more sex than talk so it was nice to have a few minutes to converse about their lives beyond the political scandal, Mike talking about the recent death of a cousin he admired, Monica sharing about how stressed she had been taking over the family real estate business from her father following his passing and the pressure she felt keeping it a success. Now, with a few years under her belt, Monica finally felt confident running the business and she worried how the political scandal might affect it.
"It's getting pretty warm," Monica smiled, unfastening her khaki shorts and pulling them down her legs, along with her panties, sitting bottomless on the rock
She leaned over and unsnapped his jeans and Mike willingly helped her pull them and his briefs down his thighs until his erection sprang out at attention. Monica leaned over and pressed her mouth against his shaft and it didn't take Mike long to start moaning when she opened her mouth and let his dick slide in. She was deep throating him and Mike held her head close to him, groaning as she used her tongue to further pleasure him. He tilted his head back and whimpered as her tongue licked his head. He let her take charge and control of the situation as she did all the work and he enjoyed the pleasure of her talents.
Mike's dick finally began to throb and suddenly he was jerking inside Monica's mouth as she gladly drank in his taste and happily swallowed what he had to offer. "Oh God," Mike kept repeating over and over again all through her oral pleasure and when Monica was done she sat up with a wide grin on her face, wiping away the remnants from her mouth with the back of her arm.
"Oh, goodie," Monica said with excitement when she saw that he was still hard.
She lay on her back and spread her legs apart, offering herself to him and in a flash Mike was on top of her and his shaft was inside her as he pumped away. Monica stretched her arms out above her head on the rock as she rocked with his thrusts, murmuring happily as he made love to her underneath the warm sun surrounded by the beauty of the woods. After a few minutes, Monica pushed her lover off of her and she rolled over onto her stomach before getting up in a kneeling position, looking over her shoulder at Mike teasingly as she shook her ass. Mike got up on his knees, wrapped his arms around her waist and entered her from behind while gripping her with his affection. The sounds of their slapping skin mixed with the sounds of the leaves rattling in the gentle summer breeze, the birds singing in the trees, and the babbling of the brook. Monica began to moan louder as Mike continued to plow into her from behind. Monica finally shrieked out with her orgasm and then she fell flat on her stomach on the rock, Mike now on top of her with his dick still inside her. She turned her head over her shoulder and kissed the panting Mike hard, her tongue deep in his mouth. She moaned when she felt his dick slip out of her but then she purred happily when he took it in his hand and rubbed it up and down her ass crack.
They lay like that in the warm sun for a long moment, his balls resting against the bottom of her ass, his dick sandwiched like a hot dog inside a bun along her ass crack, his mouth kissing her shoulder.
"I could stay here all day," Monica said happily, her head resting in her folded arms.
"Me too," Mike agreed.
"But we need to head back," she sighed.
"I know," Mike breathed before slowly and reluctantly getting off of her.
They both stood and grinned at one another as they scampered down the rock and eased themselves into the brook up to their waists to wash off the sex. They then pulled themselves up out of the water and sat on the rock letting the sun dry their skin.
"How come you never married?" Monica asked with interest as they sat half-naked next to each other on the rock.
"There was no one I wanted to be with except you," Mike confessed.
"Jesus, Scoop," Monica said with amazement as she stared at him.
"I stayed busy with my work, had a few flings, but I was content on watching you from afar," he told her. "It's the only reason I switched from Sports to Politics. To be closer to you."
"Thanks for waiting for me," she smiled. "I know this is weird but I'm enjoying every moment of it."
"Me too," Mike let her know. "I know it's wrong and immoral but I don't care."
"My marriage is mostly a sham, Mike," Monica sighed. "I know that now. Tom doesn't give a shit about what happens to me in all this. Otherwise he wouldn't have gotten involved in this crap to begin with."
"I'm sorry," Mike said.
"It's my own fault," she said. "I was much too naïve and innocent to understand how rough the game can be."
"It's what makes you a good politician though," Mike told her. "People believe in you because you really are real."
"Thanks," Monica smiled, standing and fetching her panties and shorts.
Mike stood too and he put on his underwear and jeans. He took her hand and they walked along the path back to the cars.
"So, I guess you're not interested in the cabin," Monica joked when they reached the opening and saw the run down shack lurking in front of them.
"No thanks," Mike laughed.
"I don't know if we'll ever be able to sell it," Monica groaned. "But it came with another nice property in Riverside so it was worth taking the chance."
Knowing there was nobody around, Mike swooped Monica into his arms and kissed her passionately. "I'll see you soon," he said.
"Definitely," she agreed before they both climbed into their cars and went their separate ways.
Mike finally decided to run with the story that Town Council President and Democratic Committee Chair Tom Dupree was going to be indicted even though the DA's Office refused to confirm the story. Shit hit the fan when the Greenville News and Dispatch ran the story with bold headlines on the front page and both the Mayor and Dupree went into attack mode, calling the story libelous and threatening to sue the newspaper. Mike had given Monica a head's up that the story was going to hit the streets but she still looked shell shocked when they met in the driveway of a single story ranch in Hillsboro a few days later.
"Do you have something to show me?" Mike asked cautiously as he climbed out of his car.
"Jesus," was all Monica could say about the after effects of Mike's bombshell story. "Everybody is in a general quarters, battle stations bunker mentality. Half the people hate you more than ever and the other half want Tom to resign from the council and the committee."
"He refuses to take my calls," Mike acknowledged as Monica unlocked the side door to the empty ranch. "I understand if this is too awkward now for you."
"I have a right to run a business," Monica replied.
"Some might see it as consorting with the enemy," Mike warned.
"Free market place means I can sell a house to anybody I want," she argued as they stepped into the empty kitchen.
"Others will say it's a clear conflict of interest and loyalty to be doing business with me."
"Fuck them and the horse they rode in on," Monica rebutted. "They don't know the shit I've been going through."
"What did Tom have to say about the story?"
"He wants to break all ten of your fingers," Monica answered. "He said everything you wrote is bullshit."
"Well, of course he'd say that," Mike replied. "Look, I understand if you don't want to…..you know."
"Are you kidding?" Monica groaned. "I need this now more than ever. I got a husband lying to my face. I got a democratic town committee at war with itself. I've got a school committee who doesn't know if their Mayor – a sitting board member – is a crook or if its chair is married to another crook. This is some heavy shit."
"Sorry," Mike sighed, feeling guilty for getting her submerged in all this crap.
"Don't worry about it," she replied heavily. "You're just doing your job."
They walked through the empty house pretending that Mike was interested in the viewing when they were there for something else entirely. They made their way upstairs to the empty bedroom with its wall to wall carpeting.
"Unfortunately, this is America," Monica remarked as she started to undress. "My husband is innocent until proven guilty so good politics dictates that I need to stick by him until it is proven that he really is a bastard."
"Unfortunately," Mike agreed as he too disrobed.
When they were both naked, they embraced one another and began to make out, careful not to stand in front of the uncovered windows. Soon they were on the carpet and Mike was inserting his length inside Monica who moaned with needed escapist enjoyment as she pressed herself against his cock. They humped on the carpet until Monica moaned heavenly and arched her back. Mike was sucking one of her breasts while both his hands were under her ass, lifting her off the rug to prevent carpet burns and to get a better angle as they fucked. Monica moaned with abandonment and once again their sounds of lovemaking echoed through the empty rooms of the house. Mike began repeating her name aloud as they both got closer to their climaxes until Monica exploded in a scream-releasing orgasm and Mike erupted inside of her with relief and satisfaction.
"They already cleaned the carpets," Monica said as she pushed Mike off of her and jumped up, her hands once again blocking her pussy as she ran to the master bathroom. "We'd better not stain it!"
Mike followed her into the bathroom and he watched as Monica washed her pubic area and then wiped it clean with some toilet paper. He stuck his dick under the facet and washed himself off too, letting Monica lick him dry before they returned to the bedroom and got dressed.
"This place needs a new furnace," Monica told him. "The kitchen's too small and the cellar has cracks in the floor. They're asking too much but they won't listen to me."
Mike kissed her on the cheek as they stood in the breezeway after Monica had locked the door. "Hang in there with all the political crap," he said with a sigh. "It's probably going to get worst before it gets better."
"I'm tough," Monica smiled. "I can take it." She looked into his eyes and added: "As long as I have you."
Mike left first as to not raise suspicions and Monica followed a few moments later in her role as real estate agent.
Mike wrote a touchy-feely column saluting those stalwart town employees, public officials and politicians who continued doing their jobs admirably even with all the chaos going on around them. He mentioned Monica by name, recognizing her efforts to keep the school committee on track with its business and goals as well as her ability to function as co-chair of the Democratic Committee in spite of the crisis that was overwhelming that group fracturing as more gossip, rumor, innuendo and intrigue circled concerning the Mayor and the Town Council President, both of whom remained steadfast in claiming their innocence and insisting that they would not resign. The co-chair of the Town Council was seventy-eight year old Al Ruffin who would take over if Dupree resigned and not everybody on the council had confidence in Al's ability to lead should he be forced into the President's seat (and arguably into the Mayor's position should the Mayor be forced out.
"I have something to show you," Monica informed Mike once again over the phone.
Mike met Monica at a plush yuppie condo not from Green College. The eye-catching feature of the place was the huge water bed in the master bedroom and Monica and Mike eyed each other with wide grins on their faces.
"Do you think we should?" Monica giggled.
"How can we not?" Mike smirked.
They stripped the bed of its sheets and covers and stripped themselves of their clothes before plopping onto the wavy water bed with delight, happily making out and practicing foreplay on the moving bed. Monica tried to lay still on the bed of waves as Mike crawled on top of her and entered her as they sailed the seven seas of love. Mike tried to thrust slowly as to not rock the boat to much and Monica began her familiar moaning through the kisses Mike gave her with passion and emotion. Monica wrapped her arms around his neck and stuffed her tongue down his throat while she rocked her hips with his, riding up and down on the moving bed.
"Oh Mike,." Monica moaned with pleasure. 'You make me feel so happy."
Their lovemaking became intense as the waves of the bed became more forceful and this time Mike climaxed first to fill her with his sperm but he kept riding her and the waves of the bed until she caught up and surfed into her own screaming orgasm. When it was over, Mike lay on top of Monica for a few minutes waiting for the water bed to settle down from their extreme lovemaking, smirking while Monica giggled at the absurdity of it all. Finally, his dick slipped out of her and the ride was over.
They climbed off the bed and remade it while still naked, hoping that nobody would be none the wiser from their elicit violation of somebody's personal space. Monica knew that she would bagging groceries at Stop and Save if their real estate trysts were ever discovered but she couldn't help herself – the thrill of making love to Mike in such dangerous and unique ways made her horny as hell and helped her temporarily forget about all her problems, including her crummy marriage.
Monica pushed Mike against the wall and began kissing him. Mike responded by pulling her hard against him and cupping the cheeks of her lovely ass in his hands as they made out. Monica again stuffed her tongue inside Mike's mouth and he sucked on it until she began to moan.
"Damn, we've got to stop," Monica sighed, pushing off of him. "I have another house to show."
Mike gave her a final kiss before they both picked up their clothes and got dressed.
"We'll have to get ourselves a waterbed someday," Mike smiled as Monica locked the door to the condo.
"Yeah," she agreed happily.
The District Attorney formally indicted Tom Dupree the following day on corruption, bribery and intent to defraud charges. Mike was busy for several days writing harsh and critical news stories and commentary on the state of Greenville political affairs and how it was only a matter of time before both the Mayor and Town Council President would be brought to trial. Mike once again called upon the Mayor and Town Council President to resign their positions "for the good of the town they swore an oath to serve."
"I have something to show you," Monica told Mike over the phone.
"Great," Mike replied.
An hour later, he was pulling into the closed Viewcrest Motel on scenic Route 137 in West County. It was an eight unit small business that closed a few months earlier when its elderly owner passed away.
"Don't worry, we already have a buyer," Monica let Mike know as he got out of the car. "Just thought it would be fun to see it together."
"How are things going at home?" Mike asked as Monica opened the door to the main office.
"It's brutal," Monica admitted with a tired voice. "I don't think Tom ever thought they'd actually bring charges against him. He's depressed and worried and I wouldn't be surprised if he tries to cut a deal to save himself."
"Wow! Really?" Mike exclaimed as he followed Monica inside the motel's business office. The place looked like it was still open as nothing had been altered since it closed.
"That's off the record, of course," Monica said urgently. "You'll have to get it from somebody else."
"You really think he'd sell out the Mayor?"
"If it means avoiding jail time or losing his law license, sure," Monica replied. 'Hell, he'd sell me out if it meant saving his own ass."
"That's kind of depressing," Mike replied.
"Anyway, this is the historic Viewcrest," Monica said as they stood in the office. Eight units. Very quaint. Great during foliage and ski season. Does a good business. Some corporation out of Boston is going to buy it."
"Good job," Mike replied.
"There's an apartment back here where Mr. Donaldson lived," Monica said as she opened the door behind the office counter.
Mike followed her into the old man's apartment which hadn't been touched since he died except for the removal of his personal affects by his surviving family. The motel was being sold as is with all of its contents.
"The guy didn't die here, did he?" Mike asked as Monica led him into the bedroom.
"No, he was in a nursing home for a few months," Monica replied as she started to disrobe. "His kids kept the place going but they have their own careers and aren't interested in continuing."
"That's too bad," Mike sighed as he also got undressed.
"I really need you to make love to me, Mike," Monica told him with a heavy sigh as she lay herself out on the bed, lying on her back with her legs spread open waiting for him to join him. "It's been hell since the indictment was served."
"I can imagine," Mike said as he knelt on the bed beside her.
"No you can't," she said. "Tom is a basket case. He's always been such a tough guy in court and in politics. Confident and cocky. But now he's like spineless Jello, sitting around the house at night whimpering and complaining and falling apart. I'd feel sorry for him if it wasn't so pathetic."
"It's kind of disappointing to hear," Mike replied as he kissed her shoulder. "I thought he'd go down fighting."
"I'm thinking he might go off the Blue County Bridge instead," Monica replied.
She fell back on the bed and Mike rolled over between her legs, making his way up her thighs with soft kisses, causing Monica to arch her back when his tongue reached her sensitive spot.
"Oh, Mike." Monica whispered as he stuck his tongue inside her, literally sucking her love juices out of her like a siphon when she became wet from the excitement.
"Okay, I'm jumpstarted," Monica said breathlessly. "Now fuck me for god sakes."
Mike climbed on top of her and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips and breath. She sucked on his tongue while he slid his dick into her and began to rock once again. Monica was panting with moans and whimpers as she rubbed her hands along his sides before finally grabbing his ass and ramming him toward her to increase the power and intensity of his thrusts as she kissed him passionately. Then she forced him onto his back and she mounted him, making sure his slurping dick slid easily into her opening.
Mike centered his hand between his shaft and Monica's slit and found her clit which he began to stroke to send her into even wilder ecstasy as she rode him like a bronco buck, moving so fast and wildly that Mike couldn't keep his other hand on her bouncing breasts so he grabbed onto her ass instead.
Had the old man died here, Monica would have woken his ghost up with her screams, yells, and moans as she climaxed several times before Mike finally emptied himself inside her and when they were both finally spent, a sweaty Monica collapsed on top of her lover with a contented sigh.
"I love the way you make me feel," she purred.
"Turns out we did it in a motel after all," Mike noted.
Monica laughed. "Shh, don't tell anybody!"
More time passed before Monica finally rolled off Mike and sat up on the edge of the bed.
"Time to go," she sighed sadly. "Get up, we need to make the bed in case one of the kids come in here before the place is sold."
Mike groaned and slowly rolled off the bed, standing naked by the wall while watching the nude Monica make the bed before they both reluctantly got dressed.
"Maybe both of us should just quit our jobs, leave politics, buy this place and run it ourselves," Monica remarked as they left the office and she locked the door behind them.
"Doesn't sound like a half-bad idea," Mike smiled as he glanced around at the handsome motel. "Nobody would call me a libelous bastard here, I'm sure."
Monica laughed. "Thanks for coming, Mike. It was great as always."
"Thanks for having something to show me," Mike said with a smirk.
She nodded before climbing into the car and driving off, making the scene look professional and on the up and up for any cars passing by. 'Hey, I saw you in front of the Viewcrest with that asshole Rogers!'. Monica could legitimately reply "Yeah, I was showing him the place'.
Monica and Mike had a pretty good code going. All of their e-mails were professional and business like but anybody reading between the lines would figure out that something else was going on.
Dear Ms. Williams,
Thanks for showing me _ today. I appreciate the time and effort you are making as I search for the perfect property to buy. Your insight, knowledge, professionalism and expertise are most appreciated. I look forward to our next viewing.
Dear Mr. Rogers,
Thank you for your feedback regarding the properties I continue to show you. I am working hard to find you the perfect piece of property that will fit all your needs, likes and interests. I look forward to our next showing and I hope I will be able to satisfy your property wishes as best I can.
With Warm Regards,
One day, however, Mike received a priority e-mail from Monica that cut right to the chase -
News flash - Tom and I will be resigning from the Democratic Town Committee tomorrow. You didn't get it from me. Be sure to delete this e-mail into the trash bin (and empty it) as soon as you're done reading it. Good luck, Scoop.
Mike couldn't run with the story on Monica's tip alone so he started calling everybody involved in Greenville Democratic politics to get some confirmation, even anonymously. Folks were surprised the reporter got wind of the resignations.
"Christ, did you have the place bugged?" one guy groaned.
Piecing together bits of information received from various sources, Mike was able to deduce that several key players met for lunch at the Greenville Grill to discuss the present leadership of the committee, agreeing that a change at the top would quell nerves and panic. Two moderate individuals with weaker ties to the Mayor and Tom Dupree would take over the leadership role of the committee in an effort to set a new tone and agenda.
Mike knew some folks at the Grille so he rushed to the restaurant to try to gain some insight from anybody who may have overheard any of the conversations. A few folks spoke on the record but Mike had enough substantiated anonymous quotes to be able to run with the story and once again Tom Dupree awoke the next morning to find his name splashed across the front page of the Greenville News and Dispatch. He and Monica were forced to go on the morning show radio program and discuss why they were resigning. Mike thought Monica did a good job of distancing herself from her husband while Tom sounded fake, insincere, resentful, and annoyed in having to defend himself and explain his reasoning for stepping down. He also publically denounced Mike for his ongoing "unfair treatment" and "biased reporting" on the "unsubstantiated scandal" plaguing both the Mayor and himself.
Mike continued bashing Dupree in print during the next few days, arguing that his resignation from the Democratic Town Committee wasn't enough and that Dupree should also quit the Town Council as well. Mike also praised Monica in print for having the "foresight and courage" to make the "sacrifice" of stepping down even though she had done nothing wrong. "Guilt by marriage doesn't apply in this case," he wrote.
Several days passed before Monica called Mike in a professional capacity. "I have something to show you," she informed him.
Mike met Monica at the former Greenville Elementary School that had been replaced by a new school building several years ago. The original elementary school had been converted into condos and Monica thought it would be fun to show Mike the building since they both had attended the school from kindergarten through third grade prior to the new school being opened.
Mike got a kick out of being back in the old school after so many years. The designers had left some of the old features, including a blackboard in the lobby, a large globe, and some of the original red floor tiles.
"This used to be Mrs. Gilson's second grade classroom," Monica told Mike as she opened the door to the condo unit for sale.
"I remember," Mike smiled nostalgically. "I think I sat right back there!" He pointed toward the living room.
The condo was pleasantly decorated with tasteful furniture and appealing style. Monica dropped into an arm chair and gave him a knowing look.
"Tom sure was pissed off that you broke the story," she revealed. "He wanted to know who the bastard rat was who leaked it."
"He didn't suspect you, did he?" Mike asked.
"I don't think so," she replied, chewing on her lip. "He'd probably leave me if he found out I did it."
"Would that be a bad thing?" Mike smirked.
"Personally, not at all," Monica willingly answered. "But politically, it wouldn't look good."
"Anyway," she said, standing. "How would you like to do it in our old second grade classroom?"
"I'd like that a lot," Mike smiled.
"Mrs. Gilson will be spinning in her grave," Monica said as she undressed.
Mike was naked before Monica was and they fell to the floor in front of the leather couch and began the highly anticipated foreplay. Monica was on her knees resting her stomach against the couch with Mike behind her, kissing her as she had her head turned over her shoulder. They made out as if they hadn't kissed in months and soon Monica was whimpering once again, happy to have Mike giving her the pleasure and satisfaction her preoccupied and disinterested husband wasn't able to provide. Mike wrapped his arms around Monica's waist and pinned her against the couch, entering her from behind. She bent over onto the cushions of the couch to give him a better angle as her spread and open womanhood became easier to access.
"Good morning to you, good morning to you, we're all in our places with sunshiny faces, oh this is the way to start our new day!" Monica sang their old childhood school song with delight as Mike's thighs smacked against the back of her legs and his stomach bounced off her ass as he humped her, his hands anchored on her breasts, squeezing them and her nipples. He was ramming her so hard the heavy couch was moving across the room from his thrusts. Monica was lost in her pleasure and she screamed out her satisfaction.
"Jesus… Mike!" Then she exploded in her climax while repeating his name over and over again in cadence to each explosion and soon Mike joined her in his reached pleasure as she felt him warm her insides.
"Oh, Wow, Mike!" she sighed as she rested against the couch with him still hunchbacked behind her.
'Don't tell Mrs. Gilson," Mike said happily.
"You'll have to stay inside for recess," Monica grinned in a mock scold.
"Seriously, though, you do realize it's only a matter of time before we get caught," Mike sighed as he sat back on his haunches.
Monica turned around and sat on her buns facing him, her eyes tearing up.
"Just like it caught up with The Mayor and Tom, it's going to catch up to us," Mike warned. "Somebody will see us or barge in on us or Tom will start figuring things out."
"Are you saying you want to end the affair?" Monica asked with a horsed voice.
"No," Mike said with a smile. "I'm just reminding you of the stakes at hand."
"Sooner or later shit is going to hit the fan with His Honor and with Tom," Monica said. "Somebody's going to end up in jail or debarred, disgraced and destroyed. And then I'll be free from him and my responsibilities."
"You're going to leave him?" Mike asked with surprise.
"I should have left him the day I found out the Mayor was a crook," Monica replied. "Now I'm just looking for an exit strategy. Resigning from the committee was the first step. As soon as Tom's found guilty or quits the Town Council, I'll probably leave him."
"Okay," Mike replied. "I'm willing to risk it."
"I still have lots of places to show you," Monica smiled.
Mike laughed as he leaned over and kissed her. "You're wonderful," he let her know.
They dressed and Monica walked him out of the former school building.
"Thanks for going to school with me," she smiled when they were outside.
"I'll carry your books anytime," Mike replied.
She nodded and headed for her car and Mike did the same.
Mike covered the school committee meeting that evening, watching with fascination as Monica and the Mayor sat on opposite ends of the long panel table, neither making eye contact or addressing the other directly. The meeting was tense and uncomfortable with the Mayor pretending nothing was wrong even though everybody in the room knew he was in serious trouble. Monica had been publically neutral on the topic of the Mayor's situation but privately Pennington knew that Monica was extremely pissed off and disappointed in him. Like many former supporters and admirers of the Mayor, Monica just wanted him to resign and go away.
Mike wrote a semi-satirical story that night about "The Mayor has no clothes" poking fun at Pennington for being so clueless, oblivious, selfish and self-serving. Mike got a lot of feedback on the story after the morning paper came out the next day, including a snide remark from the Mayor on the radio.
"I have something to show you." It was Monica a few days later delivering her now familiar coded phone message.
Mike got the directions to another out of the way location, this time an empty farm house in South County, run down and in desperate need of repair, upgrades and renovations. The grass was overgrown and wild, the driveway cracked and pot-holed.
"The house is a disaster," Monica said as she stepped off the porch to greet her lover. "Condemnable. Whoever buys the place will have to gut it."
"So why are we here?" Mike asked.
"Because I have something to show you," she smiled, gesturing to the old red barn behind the house. The silo next to it looked like the leaning tower of Pisa but the barn itself seemed to be in fairly good shape. "Did you ever do it in the hay?" Monica smiled.
Mike laughed and followed her to the barn, Monica filling him on the latest soap operas going on at home with Tom more withdrawn and distressed than ever.
"I don't see how he continues on like this," Monica said. "He's totally neutered as town council president. He has zero credibility trying to lead, be effective, or getting things done. I think even he sees that the end is near."
"We'll see," Mike replied.
They were inside the barn now, a huge old structure and Monica led Mike up the stairs to the second floor and then to a small ladder that led to the top loft. She went first and Mike looked up her skirt like some perverted school boy and he started laughing when he realized Monica didn't have any panties on. He looked at her and saw her swinging them in her hand.
"I thought you'd like the view down there," she smirked as she climbed the ladder.
They ended up in a loft covered in old hay. It was hot and sticky even with the loft window open offered a great view of the fields and woods beyond. Monica went to the window which was about chest high and stared out at the scenery before them while Mike stood behind her and tugged her skirt down so she was bare-assed from the waist down. He undid his jeans and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them and pressing his cock against her fanny cheeks. Mike dropped his hands down and rubbed her buns with affection while Monica spread open her legs slightly. She bent over the window sill to raise her ass slightly and Mike could see her pussy lips peaking out at him as he continued to grind his cock against her buns.
Monica giggled as she finally turned to face him, giving him a kiss before shoving him back. Mike fell to the hay covered floor and Monica straddled him. Mike grabbed her ass as she started moving her pussy back and forth over his cock.
What amazed Mike the most was that throughout the affair each time they had sex felt like the first time. Monica was always so easily turned on and full of passion no matter where they were ore how they did and it was no different today in the hot barn loft as Monica burrowed her pussy into his cock. . She was rubbing her breasts through her blouse and then she grabbed his balls.
"God, Mike, you're the only one who can satisfy me like this," she whimpered as she rolled his testicles in the palm of her hand.
Monica unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall off her shoulders and Mike yanked her bra off to be able to see her lovely breasts one more time. Monica was soaked in her own sweat as it dripped off of her and onto Mike who was equally wet with perspiration. The sweat mixed with her love juices that were oozing out of her. Monica continued to ride him while playing with his balls and her breasts while Mike rubbed her ass with one hand and played with her clit with the other. She was screaming aloud but there was no one around for miles so it didn't mater.
Mike suddenly rolled Monica off of him and onto her back and he mounted her while re-inserting his dick back inside her and they thrust and humped and bucked and hunched until Monica finished her multiple orgasms and Mike released inside of her and then they lay in the dirty hay soaked in puddles of their own sweat and juices.
"Jesus Christ," look at us!" Monica laughed as she pulled her matted hair off of her forehead. "I feel like we just ran the Boston Marathon in 100 degree weather.
"It's probably about a hundred degrees up here," Mike said as he rolled off of her and lay flattened in the hay.
"This was great, Mike, but I want to do it in my own bed with you," Monica sighed as she rolled over on her side and peered into his eyes. "I want to wake up next to you in the morning. I want to eat dinner with you at night. This secret affair stuff has been fun and adventurous. It's been a real turn on doing it in weird and unusual places but I'm too old to be sneaking around like a teenager."
"What are we going to do?" Mike asked.
"I don't know," Monica confessed. "But something's gotta give soon."
It was by far their most 'heated' sex and it was uncomfortable putting their clothes back on their sweaty grimy bodies. They climbed down the ladder and hopped down the stairs and exited the barn looking like they had just worked eight hours in the farm fields.
"I'm going to have to go home and shower," Monica laughed.
"Me too," Mike said. "Wish I could join you."
"Soon, baby, soon," Monica replied.
She nodded to him and headed for her car. Mike waited until she was out of sight before getting into his car and heading back to Greenville.
Mike was sitting at his desk in the newsroom late one afternoon when a frenzied looking Monica entered, catching him off guard.
"I have something to tell you," she said with urgency. "You might want to have your editor join us."
Mike's instincts told him that whatever Monica was going to tell him was really big. He motioned to his editor Don Cannon through the glass window of the editor's office and gestured to the conference room on the other end of the news room. Mike led Monica into the conference room and Cannon joined them a moment later, closing the door behind him.
"Well, hello Monica," Don said with a friendly smile. "Nice to see you but I don't sense this is a social call."
Cannon was an experienced newspaper man who had the same sixth sense as Mike. He was burly but not fat, his gray hair thinning on his head, his wire rimmed glasses giving him a grandfatherly appearance even though he was only in his mid-fifties.
The three took seats around the conference room table, Mike and Cannon on one side, Monica on the other.
"This is all on the record," Monica announced. "You can quote me. You can interview me. You can use my name."
"What's going on, Monica?" Cannon asked, cutting to the chase as Mike opened his steno pad ready to take notes.
"My husband – Tom Dupree – is going to take a deal with the DA," Monica told them. "He's getting immunity in exchange for his testimony against the Mayor. Turns out Tom has been in cahoots with Pennington from way back. There's stuff nobody was aware of. Tom's also going to resign as President of the Town Council tomorrow."
Cannon whistled loudly and threw Mike a look. "This is going to be an earthquake."
Canon and Mike spent nearly an hour talking with Monica who told them everything she knew. She overheard Tom talking to his lawyer on his cell phone that morning and she confronted her husband on his involvement, illegal activities, and guilt. After Tom left, Monica packed up some of her belongings and moved in with her mother. She wanted to distance herself from the controversy that was about to explode and she made it clear that she was totally unaware of any of her husband's activities and that she was humiliated and ashamed of both him and the Mayor for "betraying the trust of those who believed in them."
Cannon and Mike asked several follow up questions and then thanked Monica for bringing them the story.
"We're going to run with it right now," Cannon decided. "Mike, get on the horn and see what kind of substantiation you can get. I'll call the Mayor and Dupree for their comments since they both despise you!"
"Tom's going to know this came from you," Mike warned Monica.
"Good," she said with annoyance. "I've been living his lie all these years. He deserves what he gets."
"He's going to throw Pennington, Daniels and the rest under the bus to save himself," Cannon commented. "Spineless bastard."
"We need to get going on this," Mike said as he stood. "Are you going to be okay?" He asked Monica.
"Don't worry about me," Monica said as she stood too. "Just hammer the son of a bitch!"
Monica left the conference room and Cannon looked at Mike with a grin. "She sure is a firecracker, isn't she?"
Mike didn't say anything as he and Cannon returned to the newsroom and went to work on the story, both working the phones to get confirmation and as many quotes and reactions as they could.
"The Mayor says Dupree is a 'pathological liar'," Cannon reported with an eye roll when he stopped by Mike's desk with some updates.
"They're all going to jump in the bunker now," Mike replied.
Mike was racing against deadline to get a fair, accurate, true and uncontestable story completed. Neither Cannon or Mike wanted to be criticized for printing falsehoods or half-truths so they kept the story as tight and factual as they could. They submitted the story at deadline knowing shit would hit the fan in the morning with another front page story hammering the embattled Mayor and his team of cronies.
Mike worked practically non-stop the next several days on various stories from different viewpoints and angles. Dupree kept a low profile and the Mayor spent several days denying and deflecting the various charges but he finally resigned under pressure, including a vote of no-confidence by the town council now being chaired by Al Rizzo. Rizzo became acting Mayor when Pennington resigned and Mike spent several more days writing autopsy stories about the career of the fallen Mayor Pennington as well as the others ensnarled by the scandal, including Tom Dupree who unsuccessfully tried to make a moral argument that he was the only one doing the right thing.
"It's easy to do the right thing when you have immunity," Mike wrote in one of his columns.
Three weeks passed since Mike's last rendezvous with Monica (in the barn loft). He had seen her a few times in a professional capacity, attending a special school committee meeting and getting a few quotes from her on other topics, including the special election for Mayor which would happen in November. Mike had definitely made his mark as a quality and dependable political reporter and columnist with the Pennington scandal that had engulfed these past several months. Mike had been interviewed by several major newspapers and regional and national television outlets regarding the ongoing controversy but he tried not to make himself part of the story, wanting to honor the tradition of reporting the news and not being a part of it.
Mike missed Monica having something to show him and he hoped she was doing okay in the rubble that was her marriage as she tried to save her political career and keep her family's name from being tarnished by her shithead separated husband. He waited for her next call but as the days went on Mike began to panic, fearing Monica had decided to end her affair along with her marriage. It was only then that Mike truly realized how much he wanted to be with her full time and not just when she had something to show him.
Mike dragged himself home late one night and he was startled as he was opening the door to his apartment when Monica emerged from the shadows of the dim hallway.
"I have something to show you," she said with a grin and it was all Mike could do not to hug her as he opened the door and pulled her inside.
He was all over her as soon as the door closed. "God, I missed you," he said with meaning as he kissed her.
"You did?" She asked with a smile.
"You okay?" Mike worried.
"I'm getting better," Monica said warmly. "I couldn't not see you any longer," she confessed. "I did my James Bond routine getting here. I don't think anybody saw me."
"Who cares if they did?" Mike said with abandonment. "You're separated from your husband, right?"
"Yeah, but you're still a reporter covering me," Monica sighed as he pinned her against the door and kissed her neck.
Mike stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes. "Are you going to run for Mayor?" He wanted to know.
"I don't know," she sighed. "Might be too much baggage for me to overcome thanks to Tom."
"I think most people know you had nothing to do with any of it and that you knew nothing of it," Mike said.
"Enough people?" Monica wondered.
"Enough people," Mike acknowledged. "They knew your father. They know your family. They know you. You have enough allies to get over the hump."
"But do I really want to be Mayor?" Monica asked. "What about the real estate agency?"
"Your family can run it without you being around full time."
"Wouldn't it be ironic if I get to be Mayor because all the people I believed in and supported turned out to be crooks?"
Mike hadn't taken his eyes off of her the entire time and Monica returned his gaze.
"I still have something to show you," she said with a knowing smirk.
Mike laughed with delight. "That's great!" He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. "I love you," he whispered for the first time.
She burst into tears and embraced him happily. "I'm so glad," she said with relief. "I love you too, very much."
"Did you eat already?" He asked.
"I didn't come here for a meal, Mike," Monica replied, rolling her eyes as she took him by the hand and led him to his bedroom.
"You have to stay this time," Mike told her as they both began to undress at the foot of the bed.
"Okay," she agreed, flopping onto his bed stark naked once again.
Mike smiled as he knelt onto the bed naked, leaning over to give her a kiss. Monica returned the kiss with meaning while arching her back.
"God, I was already wet just thinking about you," she marveled as she noticed a small circle of her love juice staining the bedspread.
They began their now familiar foreplay of kisses and touches and nipple licks and penis strokes and vagina rubs and breast squeezes and ass crack exploration and hair brushes and cheek pats and foot massages and back rubs and neck hickies as they made out with a newly discovered freedom and peace knowing they were finally together without the barriers and weight of marriages and politics and journalistic ethics getting in the way (mostly).
Monica moaned with surprise when Mike slipped two fingers into her and he kept them pumping until she yodeled as she climaxed and then Mike was rolling on top of her, kissing her as he replaced his fingers with his penis which he expertly yet slowly pumped in and out while they both stared into each others eyes with smiles of contentment on their faces. Monica happily wrapped her legs around Mike's waist and rocked with him as Mike increased the rhythm and Monica moaned with more excited pleasure until she shuddered with another orgasm, crying out with glee as Mike also reached his climax and filled her with his love.
When it was over they laid cuddling and huddling together under the covers, the first time since starting the affair that they would spend the night together.
"I can't run for Mayor," Monica whispered to him in the dark.
"Because I wouldn't be able to be with you unless we kept having this stupid secret affair," she sighed.
"I'll switch to sports," Mike replied without missing a beat.
"What?" Monica asked with shock, rolling onto her side and half crawling up his chest to look into his eyes. "You can't do that! You're the best political reporter ever."
"Sports and politics aren't that much different," Mike replied with a shrug. "Both are full of winners and losers."
"You're better at Politics."
"Sports are just as fun," Mike replied. "Saunders is leaving next week. I can have his job if I want it."
"They'll let you switch?"
"I'll probably still do a column once in a while," Mike replied. "But you deserve to be Mayor more than I need to be covering politics and we both deserve to be together," he said.
"Does this mean the affair is officially over?" Monica giggled.
"It does," Mike smiled.
"Good, because the next Mayor of Greenville can't be fucking her newspaper reporter lover in real estate all over Blue County!" Monica laughed.
"Agreed," Mike replied.
"God, I love you," Monica smirked, giving him a happy kiss.
"I hope you'll still have something to show me," Mike remarked.
"Always," she promised.