Impropriety

She wasn’t the kind of woman he’d expected to see at a function like this, but every summit he was always surprised at the kinds of women that were flown in for and as entertainment. He didn’t even pause to consider if she was an escort or not, in part because while she did stand out to his eyes, she was not standing with any of the important men, or the various players that were chatting and drinking throughout the ballroom.

No, the blonde haired, blue eyes, American women with the large breasts that were in danger of falling out of her laced up blue dress, so short it looked more like some kind of lingerie than a dress, was not here with someone. Her bare arms, covered in intricate tattoos of all kinds, which only helped in catching his eye, were not the only thing that made her stand out. No, of course they weren’t, and anyone that saw her wouldn’t think it was just her tattoos… or even her tattoos… that were unique to any of the other gorgeous women there.

And there were gorgeous women as far as the eye could see.

She brushed a long, platinum white strand of hair from her face, and her blue eyes, lighter than the vibrant azure blue dress that was tight enough to be painted on, locked with his. He felt like he was the center of her world as she smiled at him, and walked over to her like he was pulled in by her tractor beam stare.

“Hello,” she had an accent that was not American, but it was also not one he’d heard before. It sounded like maybe an affectation of speech, or maybe a hybrid less than an actual accent, but from one word he couldn’t tell. Who knows, maybe she was American, after all it was a big country. “What brings you here?” 

She toyed with the thin gold chain of her necklace as she spoke to him. Her voice was lovely, and she spoke with a magnetic confidence. Her necklace was a golden key shaped like an ankh, with a small pearl in the middle of its circular top. It was a small piece maybe an inch and a half long, and less than half an inch wide, but it was strangely familiar, and seeing it up close, though why he fixated on it, compared to her remarkable breasts, was beyond him.

The pearl in her necklace reminded him of some of the women he’d seen from a delegation from this small island control west of India, but she wasn’t one of them, at least not based on the accent, what little of it he’d heard so far.

“This is going to sound pretentious, but I’m part of my country’s voting delegation to help select where the next few games will take place.” That was technically true of most of the men here, but his voice actually mattered. He was the personal recipient of the largess of potential host countries, and a man that could introduce other important men to his friends, friends who could make deals about things far greater than where some games, and he could tell she was sharp, would be played.

But that was the brilliant side of the world’s game, bringing the world together, not just needing to be played in different places, but needing to be decided on. Its governing body would put other forms of organized crime to shame with its flagrant corruption. The love of the game had brought him into this world, but the rampant benefits of being in business with an openly bribable cabal had kept him there.

Benefits, like her.

They exchanged names, and he told her where he was from. He could tell she was very sharp, he saw recognition in her eyes, and he laughed when she asked him in that vaguely familiar now, but still indistinct, which way his country was leaning… provided his was out of the running.

He assured her that as much as he would love to bring the game back home with him, it wasn’t their turn, and that he was still undecided about some of the options for whose turn it might be. He also added that of course he couldn’t tell her, even if he had made up his mind.

“When I saw you, I thought you were American, you look very American.” He laughed at stating the presumption in English, but the Americans had only continued what the British had started in making their tongue the world’s trade language. As a European, while English wasn’t his first language, it may as well have been. “But you do not sound very American.”

She smiled, her soft, full lips spread with a laugh, “I am, or I was. I’ve been, and now you’ll have to excuse me for sounding pretentious, become a bit of a citizen of the world.” She toyed with her necklace and then added with a different kind of grin, “Mainly for work.”

She closed what little distance there was between them and wrapped her arms around his neck. She smelled wonderful, her scent, like her accent, was familiar but he couldn’t quite place it, and like the easy, smooth sound of her voice, it was also intoxicating. 

“This must be an incredibly stressful job for you,” she ran her fingers through his hair, and leaned in close to whisper in his ear as he pulled her closer, and felt her breasts press into his chest. “I’m sure you’re enjoying yourself, but I can sense the tension, and would love to help relieve it for you. Somewhere… more private.”  

It didn’t take long before they were in his hotel room.

“I can feel it in you,” she purred into his ear after her lips brushed his neck and her hand reached between his legs as soon as they were through the door. “You’re much more tense than you realize, and you do need to relax.”

Before he could say he had a few ideas of how she could help him with that, she took more of a hold on his growing cock and said, “And I have the key to unlock all of your tension.” She kissed his neck and bit it gently before she started to undress him.

His hands reached out to her body, and she let him touch her, briefly. His hands had found her massive breasts, and felt the weight and shape of her implants, and she gave a little moan as he squeezed, then brushed his arms away to finish taking off his shirt.

“You can touch me as much as you want,” she leaned in close again, “and you can have me any way you want me. But trust me.” She pulled off his belt and he started to step out of his shoes and socks as she said, “You’ll love the way I’m going to have you relax first.” 

He wasn’t an old man, far from it, but she was younger than him, or at least looked it, and her fingertips on his bare chest were electric as she said those words, then gently took him by the hand and walked him into his suit’s bedroom.

“I want you,” the front of her dress was mostly exposed cleavage and a neckline that plunged to her bellybutton, crisscrossed like a shoelace by a thin blue ribbon that kept the fabric from falling away from her tits. Below the waste, it had a long slit that went almost up to her left hip. “To sit on the bed, take a nice deep breath, and just look at me.”

She reached behind her neck as she spoke, and as she finished her instructions, the top of her dress fell from her breasts, and the rest of it followed, sliding down around her feet. Naked, except for her black stiletto heels, and silk panties that were the same blue as her dress, she stretched her arms up over her head, inhaled deeply, then spread her arms out wide as she let out a long, pleasurable exhale.

His heart beat a little harder, his breath caught just a little, and his cock jumped at the sight of her mostly naked body, and the smile on her face told him she knew exactly what had happened.

She walked over to him, stroked his face and said, “This is why I want you nice and relaxed first, we both want this to last,” she brushed her finger over his lips, “don’t we?”

He agreed, and she smiled, then leaned down and kissed him before she whispered in his ear, “The more relaxed you are, the longer you’ll last, and the better it will be for both of us.” Her hand was around his cock and she gave him a smooth, fluid stroke that made him moan. “And we only have tonight. So, why don’t we make you last all night long?”

With her hand on his cock, stroking him so smoothly it felt like he was doing it himself, he said, “How could I say no to that.”

“Good question,” she sat on the bed next to him, still with his cock in her hand, and kissed his neck. “Would you want to say no to me,” she tugged him up a little faster, “about anything that feels this good?”

His breath caught, “Uhhhhh,” his gasp of pleasure surprised him, “No.”

She leaned in even closer to him and sped up even more, “No you would, or no you wouldn’t?”

“I uh, I… mmmmmm….” The heat of her body, her lips on his neck, and her smooth, faster stroking made him lose this train of thought, “Would?”

“You would say no to something this good?” She switched to just more vigorously working the head of his cock, then after a few seconds of letting her question hang there as her pumping took his breath away, “You must have a very strong will to want to say no to this, don’t you?”

He felt like his cock was sprinting to the edge of cumming, and he couldn’t think clearly. 

“No, I uh…” his breath caught and he felt the tensing quiver of his building orgasm, and she slowed her pace and worked his entire, rock hard length, making him stumble allover his words and thoughts all over again.

“No you don’t have a strong will, or, no you wouldn’t say no to this.” She kept working his length, slowly and softly now, keeping him close, but not providing enough stimulation to push him over the edge. “Unless you mean, you would say yes to anything, and not say no to me, is that it?”

“Yuhhh,” oh god it felt good to get his cock worked by a professional, “yes. I… uh…”

Her tongue traced up his neck before she whispered in his ear, “Yes you don’t have a strong will, or yes you want to say yes? Or yes you do have a strong will, and no, you don’t want to say no to me?” 

It felt like she was trying to tease the answer out of him with her hand, using lingering, methodical strokes that went along with her teasing, intimate whispers in his hear.

“I…. huuhhh… I don’t…. knohhhhh…..”

She’d started pumping him faster as he tried to answer. “You don’t need to know, not when it feels this good to let me decide. And this does feel good doesn’t it? You can juts nod, since that’s easier.”

He nodded.

“Good, see, it feels good when I decide for you, doesn’t it?”

He nodded again and with her free hand turned his face to look at her She smiled as he stared into her soft, bright blue eyes and started stroking him even faster. 

“I’m glad you agree.” Her eyes looked into him, looked though him, and she kept him there, working him right up to the very edge, so close that he knew he was starting to leak. 

She let go of his cock, smiled even wider, and spoke in her clear, strong, normal speaking voice, “Now scoot up, put your head on the pillows, take a few deep breaths with your eyes closed.”

He did what she told him, thrilled by how assertive she was, and how aroused he was, unaware that his body moved when she told him to, not when he chose to. All he could really feel was how hard and close he was, and how full and tender his balls were.

“The key to deep relaxation,” he felt her straddle him, his cock upright, brushing against his ass, her wet, slick warmth pressed down on his stomach. “Is focus. Open your eyes for me, follow my instructions, and I promise I’ll make you feel better than you ever imagined.”

A few deep breaths hadn’t done much to turn the volume on his throbbing cock down, but it had centered him. He also didn’t realize just how long his eyes had been closed, because when he opened them, he felt a slight but deep sense of warmth and calm move through his body…

Quickly lost to the throb of seeing her perfect tits above him, and the erotic, intimate softness of her naked body pinning him down.

A deep, primal instinct made him move his hands to her hips, but she shook her head, took his hands in hers, and brought then up to her tits, for a short groping, before leaning forward, and holding him down, her tits pushing gently into his face. “Not yet, just leave your hands here, and only do what I tell you, and I promise you it will be worth it.” 

She traced her fingers up his arms to his chest as she sat back up and straightened her spine as she pulled her shoulders back. “Remember,” she looked into his eyes, but it was hard to make eye contact with her past her tits. “You want to say yes to me, you want me to decide, because it feels so good when I do, doesn’t it?”

He started to answer, but she cut him off with a sly smile, “Remember, I told you to just nod and not talk. You’ll know when I want you to talk, and you’re happy with nodding, because it’s so much easier, isn’t it?”

Her arms were extended over her head, and her upper body shifted like a belly danger’s as she spoke, and as he stared at her, her bright eyes guiding his vision back to her tits, he nodded.

“Good boy,” the way she purred out the words made his cock twitch again. He’d never thought he was much for bondage, or dominance, but he’d always enjoyed aggressive women, and if she wanted to play her games and they all felt as good as this, he wouldn’t say no.

He didn’t notice that she’d turned her necklace around her neck until he stared up at her tits while she held her hair up with one hand, and brought the golden ankh shaped key with the pear in its ring back down between her tits.

“Remember, focus is the key to relaxing,” she pinched her nipples and ground herself against him as she did, “and relaxing with me now is the key to your pleasure. So just focus on my key, the key to everything you want, and just let go, because you want me to be in control right now…” She cupper her tits and smiled down at him as he stared up at her breasts, then her eyes, “…don’t you?”

He nodded.

“Good boy,” she purred the words at him again and started to massage her tits the way he wished he could be touching them. “The key is focus, so just focus on the key, take a deep breath in, and let go of everything else when you breathe out.”

Her voice had softened ever so slightly, and when she said breathe in, she took a deep breath, and when she breathed out, she exhaled fully and squeezed her tits together, making the key disappear.

“Now just breathe in again,” he’d followed her breathing, and her words, and when he breathed out, he felt a hammer of tantalizing pleasure in his cock while he watched her play with her tits. “And really focus on the key, because my key is your key to deep relaxation and pleasure…”

He stared at the key as he breathed in, but it was impossible not to see her toying with her tits ever so gently. “Let everything else just fade into the background, your own body, your own thoughts, anything else, even my words, and let it happen as you breathe out now.”

Again the key disappeared between her tits, and this time he blinked as it happened, exhaling and feeling his eyelids getting heavier, just a little heavier.

“You’re listening to me, and you’re being such a good boy, I can see your face relaxing now. Just keep breathing deeply as you focus on the key, and let yourself just forget about everything else, like your body, like you desires, and just see the key, only the key now. Don’t look up into my eyes, don’t stare at my tits, just double your focus any time you think about being distracted, and remember…”

He blinked again and his eyes wanted to stay closed as her tits made the key disappear, but they fluttered open… and he had to force himself not to look up into her eyes… or to just watch the gentle jiggle of her tits in her hands. 

He had to work hard to focus on her key, but when she purred out another “Good boy” after he took another deep breath in, and tried so hard to block out everything else except her key… even her tits that were framing it… his relief as he breathed out with her words, made his eyes close and feel like his body was starting to go limp…

Except for his cock, which was still…

“The more you focus on the key, the more you relax, and the more you relax, the more you realize focusing on my key is the key to relaxing more…” his eyes wanted to wander up to her bright blue eyes, especially when she was speaking so softly, and he wanted to stare at those amazing tits when he felt his pulse beating in his rock hard cock… ‘And the more you focus, the more you try so hard to focus, the more it just drains all your energy, because it’s so easy to stare at my tits, or my eyes, and it’s so hard to focus on the key to your relaxation… deep, pleasurable relaxation.”

It didn’t make sense, relaxation was supposed to be easy, but it was so hard not to think about his hard cock, or her soft voice, or her eyes, or those large, bouncy tits that made the key disappear. “So you should just close your eyes and relax.”

She said the words as the key vanished between her tits, and as his eyes closed, she put her hands on his chest and purred out another “Good boy” for him.

“That’s it, just breathe in the sound of my voice, and breathe out everything else. Let your eyes stay shut, and let yourself let go of everything else, even my words. All that matters is just breathing in and out, feeling your body relax and loosen up, feeling your thoughts unwind, and your body just melt under me. Nothing matters, just breathing in the sound of my voice, and breathing out everything else, even my words.”

She was still so close to him, and warm, and wet, but…

“You’ve been carrying so much stress for so long, and on such deep levels and layers. That’s why it’s so hard for you to relax, and that’s why you need me to show you how… and o guide you… now let your eyes open, see the key, focus, and feel yourself staying as relaxed as you are now.”

He opened his eyes and blinked softly, feeling a sense of quiet and distance from himself he wasn’t aware he could feel, and it was easier to just stare at the key between her tits. He blinked again, a long blink that sent a wave of warmth and quiet through his body that was so long, and so soothing that she had to tell him to open his eyes again.

“There is a pearl in the key, a pear of wisdom I want to share with you, so just focus on the key to your relaxation.” Her words were ethereal, and barely understood as he stared past her breasts, breasts his eyes wanted to drift to, at the little pearl in the key. “Remember, it takes so much effort for you to relax, that relaxing is hard, and draining, but the more drained you feel, the more relaxed you become.”

He stared at the little pearl, trying so hard not to look up into her eyes, soft warm blue eyes he felt looking down on him, and found his body melting under him as he poured more of himself into focusing.

“Yes, that’s it, that’s right, just focus on my little pear of wisdom, in the key to your focus and relaxation. You’re a very important man who makes very important decisions, and you’ve carried so much stress for so long that you’ve forgotten what it’s like to have a nice, quiet, peaceful mind…”

He saw her pinch her nipples ever so slightly and moan as she pushed her tits together just enough to make him blink in anticipation of the key disappearing. And as he blinked, his eyelids felt heavier than before, and part of him, a very small part of him wanted to just leave his eye closed and float…

“Like your mind is right now, just hearing the sound of my voice and feeling my words wash over you. You’ve forgotten what it’s like to just have you mind relax, like it is now, being massaged by my words, making it smooth, and soft and empty now. Empty and open for my pearl of wisdom, wisdom to guide you into stronger focus and deeper relaxation, because the more relaxed I make you now, the better you’ll feel and the longer you’ll last, and the more we’ll both enjoy that.”

The promise in her voice, the easy, sweet lure of her words, almost breathy with excitement about promised lasting power and pleasure made his cock twitch. 

“So just listen to my pearl of wisdom. It feels good to let go and let me take control.” She purred out the words the same way she said good boy, and he felt her intonation more than he heard and processed her words. “I want you to say it back to me, so I know you understand. It feels good to let go and let me take control.”

His eyes closed as she swallowed the key and the pearl between her breasts, and as his eyes closed he said, “It feels good to let go and let you take control.”

“And you know it’s true, because you let go and let me take control already, didn’t you?” He felt her moving down his body, and felt a hand on his cock. It was the first time he’d acutely thought about his cock in the long, slow, strange passing of time since he’d last thought of it, whenever that was. 

Sure he’d just felt it jump, and sure, he’d been thinking, in a fuzzy, distant sort of way, about fucking her, because maybe that was all he was thinking about… It was hard to tell what was going through his mind, other than her words, and as he started to say yes, absentmindedly speaking out of reflex, she quickly squeezed his balls, and said, “Remember, I’ll tell you when to speak, and what to say, so just go back to nodding your head like a good boy.”

He whimpered at the strangely pleasurable and brief pain sensation from her grip, and when he nodded his head he moaned as she gave his cock a few slow, rewarding strokes.

“Open your eyes and feel how much more relaxed and focused you are on me now. Open your eyes, and just relax into focusing on my pearl of wisdom.” His eyes slowly opened, not by choice, or by his own will, but simply because she’d told him to, and he found himself staring at her necklace again, between her tits, and she was right, it did feel good to let her take control and tell him what to do. “That’s it, feeling so relaxed now that your eyes can only focus on my necklace, remembering the truth, remembering the pear of wisdom for your pleasure, focus is the key to your relaxation. And the more you relax, the better you’ll feel and the longer you’ll last. So just let go of everything else, because it’s still so hard for you to focus, even though I’m making it so easy for you.”

Again, she was purring to him, and his eyes were fluttering as she played with her tits, rolling them in small, squeezes, not quite making the necklace disappear, but getting close, and every time she did, his eyes fluttered but didn’t close.

“And the more you work so hard,” she stroked him slowly as she said hard, and stretched out the word, “to focus, the more drained and relaxed you become. And if you really want to last as long as you can, and if you really want us both to enjoy it, then just focus so much on my pearl of wisdom, that you can just let go of yourself completely.”

She raised herself up and rubbed the head of his cock against her wet slit, and he moaned. “Human weakness comes from the self, so if you lose yourself, you lose your weakness and become strong. Lose your human weakness of self, and become strong for me, strong, and powerful, and able to last all night long.”

She had his tip inside her, then he was out of her again and she let go of it to cup his balls and squeeze him again, ever so slightly. “Human weakness is limitation, and you don’t believe in limitations, you don’t believe in being weak, because you’re so strong, aren’t you?”

As he started to nod, she eased up, and again, the pressure, the tease of pain, made the pleasure that much sweeter when she stroked him again, with long, twisting caresses.

“It’s why you can focus so long, and so hard, because focus is hard, but you’re strong, and you feel how powerful you are as you feel so drained and relaxed. So just imagine how strong you’ll be, how powerful you’ll be when you just let go of yourself, let go of all of your simple, human weakness, and really let me take control.”

He could only see her necklace there between her tits, and was only barely aware of her hand guiding his cock into her as she lowered herself on to him, taking the head back inside her again.

“Are you strong enough to let go of yourself completely?”

He nodded, then moaned as she slid down on him, and his eyes closed as she pushed her tits together to make the necklace with the little pearl disappear again.

“Just let go and sink inside me. Let go, and just relax your body into mine, focused only on the pleasure now. Focus on the pleasure, so hard, so strong, just the pleasure now, only the pleasure, and focus until you completely relax, let go, and lose yourself in me. Let me take away your weakness, let me take you away from yourself and…”

It didn’t take more than a few gentle rolls of her hips on top of him until his world was narrowed down to the pleasure of being inside her.

“Open your eyes to remember the key.”

His eyes opened again, as he came, and as he came so fast and so hard inside her that he would have been light headed and closed his eyes anyway, she made the necklace disappear between her tits, and as he came, and the necklace disappeared, his eyes closed and he fell into oblivion.

Then his eyes opened…

“You are open now, open and empty, finally a quiet mind, and a still body. Free from the self, free from identity, just you, and you are inside me now. You’re deep inside me.” She was sitting back on him again, just above his hips, and she was massaging her breasts, making the necklace appear and disappear over and over.

He stared at her, blank, just watching, gone, not needing to close his eyes when the pearl vanished, not needing anything, just being completely enthralled and submerged in her.

She slid off of him and started to stroke his face as she cradled his head to her breasts. “All of you, every part of you is relaxed into nothingness. Mind and body relaxed into stillness and into me. You’ve given me your sense of self, and I’ve taken it from you, because you’ve given me control.”

“And you’ve needed to give up control for so long. A man like you, always holding on so tight, always commanding, always directing, always choosing.” She put a nipple to his lips and he wanted to kiss it, to suck on it, but as he tried to choose to do so, he felt the choice fall away as the waking, comatose warmth of emptiness washed over him.

“Suck on it, you’re under my power now, do what I tell you to, and suck on it.”

The words were soft, and simple, and matter of fact, and he obeyed.

And it felt good.

It felt like her voice filled him up and moved him, filling the emptiness where his sense of self, where his identity had been.

“You can make no choices now, you can only obey, but that’s the pearl of wisdom about existence anyway.” She was matter of fact, almost severe. “When you choose for yourself, you are only obeying yourself. All life is obedience, and since you’ve given yourself to me,” her hand was on his cock again, slowly stroking him, “you are obeying my desires because you are gone, you are a part of me, inside me, and out of yourself.”

“And you will obey me,” her hand moved to his balls and squeezed harder than before, and he moaned as he sucked on her nipple, then winced as she squeezed just hard enough to make him reflexively gasp. “And you will obey my pleasures. You will obey my desires. You will feel,” she slide back on to him, taking him deep inside her again, “so good doing it for as long as I want, won’t you?”

He nodded, and as she started to ride him again, she stroked his face, “Good boy, now tell me you want what I want.”

“I want,” he moaned under her caress and from the smooth roll of her hips, “what you want.”

“Good boy. You do want what I want, because you don’t exist anymore, you’re just an extension of me now.” She arched her back and stretched her tattooed arms up over her head, and lifted herself half way off him. “Tell me you don’t exist anymore.”

“I don’t exist anymore.” The words came out of him more easily than they should have, and as he said the words, she slid back down on him as a reward.

“And that’s why you’re going to last so much longer. That’s why you’re not going to cum until I tell you to. No matter what, no matter when, you’re not going to cum until I tell you to, and when I do, you will. Tell me what I just said.”

Again, she rose up partially off of him, and as she did, he felt her do something, flex, or squeeze, and it drew the words out of him even easier than her words did.

“I won’t cum until you tell me to, and I will cum when you do.”

And down she slid, “Yes, because you want what I want. You need what I need, and nothing else matters, does it?”

“Nothing else…” she reached behind her, showing off her flexibility, and cut him off by squeezing his balls.

“I didn’t tell you to speak, did I?”

He nodded.

“Good boy.”

She purred as she let go, then started to fuck him harder.

“You want what I want, and you gave yourself to me because we both want the same things. We both want pleasure, and joy, we want power, and bliss. We both want the same things, I wanted to take control, and you wanted to give it to me. You want me to keep control, and I refuse to give it back. You love how it feels to be controlled, and I love being in control. Nod your head.”

He did, and it felt amazing.

“Tell me only I can make you feel this good. Tell me you can only feel this way when you are under my control.”

She started to play with her tits again, and he stared, glassy eyed and empty, up at her, looking into her soft, pale blue eyes. His voice was gone, his mind was empty, he had passed some threshold where he thought he spoke, where he thought he obeyed, but just laid there getting fucked into an even deeper oblivion with his eyes open. 

“Focus on the key to your pleasure, focus on the key to everything. And do what you’re told.”

He obeyed, “Only you can make me feel this good, I can only feel this way when I am under your control.”

“Good, now just close your eyes and listen, feel your body become my instrument. Feel my words become your thoughts, and fall into…”

He was gone, completely gone, and as she fucked him to the edge, over and over and over again, bits and pieces of the world came and went. As he got closer and closer to cumming each time, she had him repeat things, things he would never say or think, and say he would do things he would never do.

It went on for hours, and when she was not fucking him, he was worshiping her tits as she caressed his head and filled his empty mind with her will. Hour by hour, and layer by layer, she stripped him down to nothingness, his cock aching and leaking, sputtering out ruined orgasms that he didn’t remember, stopped by her before he could fully finish.

Each time she brought him to the edge, and then just past it, she stopped it, and told him not to cum. Each time, his subconscious associated her telling him to stop, not with her stopping fucking, or rubbing him, but with her commands, always followed by the message, which he would repeat back to her, that he could only cum on her command.

When he broke on an even deeper level than before, when she broke him wide open, he came so hard in her that the sensation made her giggle. His free will, at least what was left of it, pumped into her, and he passed out.

He was too far gone to remember it, but even if he had, he would have heard her telling him to, because he was hers now, at least for what she needed him to do, and in that time he’d do whatever she said.

“Your offer is very generous, but I don’t think the time is right.”

He answered the man in the sharp suit who promised him the world for his vote. The money, the connections, it would strengthen him personally, and his country as well, but …

But why should he have to wait his turn, why should his nation have to wait to host, just because some plutocratic authoritarian regime that had the money, but not the infrastructure, and who would kill hundreds and displays thousands more just to performatively varnish their image on the world stage…

Something felt wrong in his head.

He should be taking the offer, he knew the others would be taking the offer, or at least some of them. This was how it was done. But, but… there was something else there, something deeply pleasurable, and rewarding about saying no to him.

It didn’t just feel right, it felt necessary, and near orgasmic.

After he said no, he met with other people, discussing the case for, if not his nation, then at least an already established one. He argues that while the game could, and maybe should be held in the developing world, it needed to be done so differently.

He argued that, if not his nation, or if not his and some of his neighbors, then somewhere where stadiums wouldn’t be built with glorified slave labor.

But more surprisingly than hearing himself say these things, and feel these things, it was that enough of others, men like him who always knew how to play all the angles, the most ambitious and opportunistic of his peers, echoed his sentiments almost word for word.

After he finished, and everything was decided, his cock started to throb to life, and he had to run into the restroom, barely able to contain himself and not cum in his pants.

He didn’t notice that some of the other men, the ones who thought, spoke, and voted just like him, didn’t make it to privacy in time.

When he came out of the restroom, she was waiting for him, dressed in a black skirt suit, wearing wire framed glasses, and almost unrecognizable save for her soft blue eyes, and her necklace.

He followed her automatically, disconnected from his own body, his thoughts no longer his own, and didn’t see that his peers were being led away by other women dressed very much like her, each one wearing a necklace with a visible pearl.

When they were alone in his suit again, she smiled at him, “You have done so much to please me,” she slid off her panties and hiked up her skirt, then sat on the edge of the bed, “now get on your knees, taste your reward, and I will tell you all about where you will be visiting after this, and how you can best serve me and my adopted home.”