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Old 25-Jan-18, 23:18
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Andy you should really consider writing a novel, you're a top notch writer. This started as a seemingly typical mixed wrestling story and evolved into an epic tale. I'm not sure if you are going to continue the story but I hope you do, it would be interesting to read about Julia's eventual mental breakdown haha
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Old 26-Jan-18, 03:22
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Stellar as always. The Kryptonite line made me wonder what you could do with ladies vs. superheroes.
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Old 26-Jan-18, 12:03
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Thanks gdoggy and Sicod79.
The story definitely got darker as it went along, which generally isn't my style, but I sure enjoyed writing it. I don't know about superheroes, but Julia as as a crimelord sounds interesting...
Suggestions appreciated!
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Old 26-Jan-18, 16:06
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Julia as a crime lord sounds interesting. She could try and get her hooks into whoever Dan is running against to keep his congress seat so she keeps her status.
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“Everything comes at a cost”.

As one of her father’s favorite sayings Julia had heard it all her life. She hadn’t really felt the weight of that statement until recently, however. She stood at the balcony of their 11th floor condominium and looked out over Washington D.C. glowing in the twilight. It was a wonderful view. In the distance she could see the lit Capitol Dome, and beyond that, the tip of the Washington Monument. The higher the condo, the better the view, and the higher the price. Their condo had cost three million dollars, an amount her parents thought astounding but Dan’s parents shrugged it off as the cost of doing business, even if it was only in use for part of the year. It was close to the Mall and had a superb layout for throwing parties, which were also the cost of doing business. It also was in her name. She considered it her retirement account.

She was smoking a cigar, a habit she had only recently taken up. She knew it was bad for her, but on the other hand – it was a Cuban, Dan could afford it, so fuck it, why not? She knew Dan despised it and that made it even better. Plus, it helped calm her nerves.

They were supposed to be somewhere else that night. Congress was in session, so all around the city there were charity functions, parties, and fundraisers all related to politics. But tonight she was sick of it. She had told Dan “No”.

Dan came up behind her, his tie loosened and a drink in his hand. "Okay, it's no big deal. We'll stay in tonight. Senator Silva is a massive tool anyway, always babbling about military spending. He won't miss us." He took a sip and slid his arm around her waist. "You want me to fix you a drink?"

"You know how I feel about liquor."

"Oh, come on. One drink."

She said, "You don’t like me when I drink. I tend to say things I don’t mean, like the truth."

He stepped in closer and inhaled her perfume while planting a kiss on her neck. "As long as we're staying in we can make a night of it. Why don't you slip into that negligee you bought in Paris?"

"I'm not in the mood."

He persisted. “Don’t be like that. It's been a week. You know the deal."

She turned her head to look at him, recognizing that look he got when he's had a couple of drinks. "Has it been that long ago? It seems like we just did it."

"I marked it on the calendar." He buried his face in the swirl of her dark, thick hair.

"All right," she said, stubbing her cigar out in the ashtray, "Come inside." After all, she thought, a deal is a deal. Even in DC.

Everything comes at a cost.

Dan slid the sliding glass door open and gallantly gestured for her to enter first. She stepped inside and went into her closet to change. When she came out wearing the filmy negligee Dan was already undressed and waiting for her in bed. She glanced at the clock, calculating how long it would be before she could get back out of bed, turn on her computer and go online. Not long.

Dan leered at her as she swayed over to the bed, seductive without even trying, the negligee clinging to her curves. She slipped into bed next to him as he immediately turned to her and began to kiss his way down her body. She lay there patiently watching him while he amused himself with her breasts. He did love her breasts. Within minutes the negligee was on the floor and Dan was on his side sliding his hands down her smooth body and cupping her ass while he continued kissing her bare skin, moaning unintelligibly.

She stretched out and almost lazily took his wrists and gripped tightly. Then, in one fluid movement she rolled over on top of him and pinned his arms to the bed. He looked up and scowled.

"Come on, Julia," he protested, "you know I don't like that wrestling shit."

She looked down at him as though daring him to throw her off. They both knew he couldn't. That had been firmly established a long time ago. Although he was a good six inches taller and forty pounds heavier, she could destroy him in seconds if she wanted to. He looked up peevishly. She felt his erection beginning to wilt. Releasing his arms, she reached down between her legs and gripped his cock before it could melt, feeling it stiffen and guiding it inside her.

Dan's eyes half-closed in pleasure. "Yeah," he said, "yeah baby..."

Her hips beginning to move in rhythm, she looked down at his patrician cheekbones, his perfect white teeth and the way his hair fell across his forehead. He was voted one of the handsomest members of the House last year in a catty little blog put out by one of the staffers. Julia could see it. He was very good-looking, witty, and rich. And a Congressman.

She moved her hips faster and faster, seeing his excitement rise as she raked her fingernails down his chest.

She felt nothing.



There was no shortage of evening events with crowds, laughter and talk, lots of talk. The chandeliers glittered, the glasses on the bar glittered, and the jewelry on the women glittered. Still, as beautiful as the setting for any event was, Julia dazzled in any room she entered – her ivory skin, satiny wavy hair, the dark slash of her eyebrows, but most of all her stunning figure. She dared to go sleeveless most nights, shaming the other women with her solid upper arms and porcelain complexion. Her hips and bust exemplified sexuality while most politicians wives, who were more of a political asset than arm candy, darted furtive, disapproving looks at her youthful beauty and muttered to each other as she passed.

Naturally, the men loved her, and twice a month, with Dan’s subtle urging, after the alcohol had been flowing for a while, some of them would begin crude flirtation. She told Dan to choose carefully, selecting his target not just for the purposes of advancing his career, but for looks, intelligence, humor, or the possibility of a large campaign donation. There had to be at least one redeeming feature – she wasn’t going to go to bed with just anybody.

A pattern developed. She and her would-be seducer met in some darkened bedroom, with fevered, hushed whisperings, fumbling with clothing, and eventually ending up in bed. He would be influential, naked, half-drunk, and scarcely believing his good fortune once he beheld her amazing porn-star body. “Not on the mouth,” she would say, avoiding their clumsy attempt at a kiss, “I don’t want to smear my lipstick.”

But at some point instinct took over. She couldn’t help herself. She started by straddling them, flattening her breasts onto them, pressing her lips against their neck and gradually working her way up to their ear, sliding her tongue in to see what kind of response she got. At first they liked the way she seemed so hungry, so forceful. They seldom noticed when her legs moved outside of theirs and her feet hooked inside their calves. Then when they decided it was their male imperative to take control and went to move her aside so they could climb on top, she slammed their wrists to the bed and split them in two with a grapevine. It was surefire and almost too easy. They would gasp in pain as she stared down at them silently, waiting to see how they would react.

At first they were confused. Then, as her relentless pressure became more and more painful, they got angry and tried to throw her off. When they realized they couldn’t, it began to dawn on them that she was seriously intent on physically overpowering them. Then she did, pinning them to the bed like they were children. They would buck and thrash, shout, demand explanation, threaten, and the entire time Julia would ride them out wordlessly, staring down at them in contempt. It usually didn’t take long. Most of them were middle-aged, but even the youngest of them seldom lasted more than five or ten minutes. Then, as exhaustion set in and the initial shock wore off they reacted one of four ways;

They squeezed their eyelids shut and turned their head from side-to-side, too humiliated to meet her gaze, angry at her and angry at themselves.

They begged. Simpering and pleading, sometimes tears welling up, asking “Why?” over and over.

They shut down. They went limp and completely stopped resisting, surrendering unconditionally.

The fourth reaction was as rare as a unicorn. She hoped for it, but it never happened.

However they reacted, at some point they would have no choice to accept the situation in which they now found themselves. She could see it in their eyes when it happened. Then she would speak.

“This will go a lot easier for you if you don’t resist. If you do, I’ll hurt you.”

She always said this in a firm dispassionate voice and waited until she received a sign that they understood. Once she had, she unlocked her feet, released the grapevine and moved up higher onto their chest. Pausing to see if they felt like they had a final burst of energy in them, which they seldom did, she then positioned herself up even higher, her knees straddling their neck, rising up to take each arm and tuck it between her calf and thigh in a secure hold.

Up to this point she had only spoken twice. Now that she was positioned where she wanted she looked down at their upturned face and said. “You know what’s coming next?” After receiving some sort of response she told them, “I’m going to lower my hips and put my pussy on your mouth. You’re going to lick me until I tell you to stop. Are we clear?”

Then, slowly, she sat on the bottom half of their face, watching the look in their eyes as her thighs clamped against the side of their head and the folds of her vagina filled every crevice on their face. Then she would begin to rock back and forth slowly, issuing orders if they weren’t performing adequately, faster and faster while staring icily, the look on her face masking any pleasure she might be receiving. Sometimes they would struggle, sometimes not. It didn’t matter either way – she was going to sit on them until she got what she wanted.

She was seeking what she called “The Feeling”. It was a mixture of emotion, lust, and hunger. It could only be obtained by dominating whoever was under her to the point that they had no choice to utterly capitulate to her, admit with their eyes that she held the power of life or death over them – and that they were under her command. When she saw that look, combined with the physical sensations of them licking her pussy, she got “The Feeling” in convulsive waves that made her shudder. Then she would sit on them, rocking, until the waves passed. The entire process usually took only less than ten minutes, sometimes longer depending on her mood. Once “The Feeling” had passed she rolled off of them and calmly said “Get out.”

They would dress quickly and leave quietly, not making eye contact while she lay on her back staring up at the ceiling. Often, she thought of Jason. Although it had been months since they parted, she found herself thinking of him more instead of less. It was because of the fourth reaction that she never got from anybody but Jason. His reaction was to gaze up at her intently while she was riding him, and the look in his eye sent shivers down her spine. It was a look of such pure acknowledgement of her power and his appreciation of her body and her inner self that she felt like he worshipped her. It seemed as though he could look right into her soul. With him, when “The Feeling” came, it didn’t come in waves, it came in a tsunami. It slammed into her like a car wreck. There were times she sat on him for more than an hour, her body racked by orgasm after orgasm while his face almost become part of her.

She realized that it must have been physically difficult for him, and after meeting that bitch Samantha he had told her he no longer enjoyed it, but Julia knew better. She was good at recognizing emotions in others and she knew he loved it as much as she did. The entire time she was sitting on him he was panting and had a rock-hard erection. That told her all she needed to know about how he really felt. But he had moved on with his life, content with a small boat and a small wife while her life was exciting and glamorous.

Everything comes at a cost.

As far as the men Dan brought to her, Julia knew that he thought she was having conventional sex with her subjects and said nothing to indicate otherwise. She knew the men would never talk. What would they say – “Julia held me down and fucked my face! Not cool, man!”

She doubted it. DC was Boystown, every guy constantly measuring dicks. Their masculinity would surely be called into question and reputations would suffer. So it was that Dan got what he wanted, Julia almost got what she wanted, and the men didn’t get what they wanted at all, but would never admit it, so it all worked out.

Then, four months after Jason left, which was how she now measured the passing of time, Dan introduced her to a tall, slim sandy-haired man in his late thirties who had a wry smile and a vaguely Eastern European accent. They were at the Fairmont Hotel for yet another reception for some foreign pez gordo, lingering in the crowded bar. He sipped a martini while Dan made his exit and after a few minutes of flirting and small talk things went along the normal route and it wasn’t long before they were up in her room.

He had a nicely-muscled trim physique and wasn’t too grabby, but It was routine all the way through to the part where she ended up sitting on his face looking down into his eyes, waiting to see which reaction she got. He surprised her. It was none of the four reactions she had ever experienced before. The look in his eyes was one of amusement. He thought this was humorous!

Julia was determined to show him otherwise and rode him fiercely, grinding his face until “The Feeling” rushed over her, satisfied her, and she fell off him onto the bed. After catching her breath she glanced over at him. Usually the men scurried away but he appeared to be in no hurry.

“Get out,” she said.

He ignored her. Instead, he looked at her appraisingly and said, “I was told you had a rather unique skill set. Now I believe it.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re wasting your time with that idiot husband of yours. With your…talents, shall we say… you could become a very powerful, influential person in this city.”

Julia propped herself up and looked him over. He didn’t seem to be drunk, so she said, “How’s that?”

He smiled and said with that mysterious accent, “I too, have a unique skill set. I can show you how.”

And that was the day she met Viktor.
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Old 20-Feb-18, 06:17
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Excellent! I'm really happy that this story is continuing, with the best parts, too. These are Julia and her wrestling and facesitting proclivities. I am looking forward to seeing how Viktor fits into all this. Thank you very much, mate.
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OHHH> well this story is back from the dead.
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Nice! Excited to see that the saga continues...

I really liked how even though the venue has changed Julia is still the same Julia, so myopic and sexy and powerful. Very interested and excited to see where you go with this.
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Fasten your seatbelts, fellow passengers - Julia is about to rocket off in an entirely new direction...
Bear with me while I set the stage -

Normally, Julia was keenly intuitive at ferreting out other people’s hidden agendas, which was one of the reasons Dan had her work on his campaign. Other politicians took her at face value, assuming she was a bimbo, but they did so at their own peril. Her penetrating, concise insights had led to an upset win the first campaign, and a landslide in the next.

But this Viktor character... she had to admit she was stumped as to why he had contacted her. Her 'unique skill set ' was the reason given, but she didn’t know what that meant. When pressed for his own ‘unique skill set’ he merely told her it was for making money. He slid her a business card listing only his phone number and email. No business name, no address. “Let me know if you develop an interest,” he said.

She shoved that thought aside - she had other things to think about.

Politics, once described as show business for ugly people, was making her physically ill. She was sick to death of it all. The men were tiresome egomaniacs and the women were worse. At least the men had the balls to insult you to your face. The women preferred back alley jobs. And to top it off, most all of them were appallingly ignorant about any subject requiring intellectual curiosity. They were a herd of mouth breathers.

Dan preached patience, claiming that once he got to the Senate the overall level of humanity would improve. She very much doubted that. Adding to her bleak outlook, the incumbent Senator didn't appear to be in any hurry to go anywhere and the next election was years away. She didn't know how she was going to make it until then without her head exploding. Especially if Dan pulled another stunt like he did with that bitch Samantha, who thankfully kept her word and deleted the photo she had taken of Dan with his pants around his ankles. If not, they would be back in South Carolina right now, sipping iced tea on the porch of his parents fake antebellum mansion. She shuddered at the thought. Dan's parents were living proof that evolution sometimes didn’t take. How people so crudely loathsome could wield so much money and influence...

She stopped thinking about all that. It was Saturday and Dan was out golfing and she had the entire day to herself. She just didn't know what to do with it. She had lost her appetite for everything she used to enjoy; once a voracious reader she could now barely get through an Op-Ed column. She thought about going for a run or bike ride, but the weather was iffy. She had already been to the gym. The thought of watching more talking heads on TV made her shudder. She found herself circling through the condo, picking up stray items and looking for something to occupy her mind.

She refused to admit to herself that this recent bout of weariness had anything to do with Jason. Finding him earlier this year had given her hope for the future, but then he left and took all the hope with him. And the future. Fuck Jason and fuck his little bride, she thought angrily. She had risked everything for him and he'd thrown it in her face.

The she realized she was wondering what he was doing right this moment.

Before she could think any more about it she picked up Viktor's business card and called the number.


He found her seated at a long aluminum counter facing the back wall of a fast-food restaurant, sipping a soft drink through a straw, face shielded by huge sunglasses.

"Not hungry?" Viktor asked, coming up behind her with a red plastic basket of food in paper wrappers. He set his tray down and settled into the stool next to her. It was after the lunch rush and before the dinner rush, so they had the counter to themselves.

"Too confusing," Julia said, "they wanted to me to design my own meal. I said just something simple but they don’t serve that."

"That's what I love about America," said Viktor, unwrapping what appeared to be a burrito, "So many choices!” He surveyed his burrito fondly. “The secret to this place is not what you choose, it's what you leave out. Most customers try to get as much for their money as possible and end up with a soggy mess. They should select only those items that complement each other."

"In America you have to take the good with the bad."

Viktor laughed and leaned forward as he took a big bite, keeping a napkin close by for emergencies. Behind them customers ebbed and flowed in the cacophonous high-ceilinged room.

"You're curious, no?"

Julia cocked her head. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

"You're wondering about my so-called unique skill set."

"Let's start with that. What exactly do you do?" She swiveled sideways, trying to get a read on him.

"I specialize in gathering information," he said with his mouth full, holding up the burrito. "This is very good. You should try it some time."

Julia was impatient. "We’re in the Capitol of the United States. Everybody specializes in information. You have to be more specific than that."

Viktor waved his non-burrito hand in a circle, encompassing their surroundings. "Being non-specific is my specialty. I overlook nothing. In this town information leads to knowledge, knowledge is power, and power is money."

"If you don't stop playing word games I'm going to get up and walk right out that door."

He dabbed the corner of his mouth with his napkin and carefully laid the burrito down as he turned to face her. He was dressed casually, in jeans, a windbreaker and driving shoes, but Julia noticed a $50,000 Patek Philippe wristwatch peeking out of his sleeve.

He said, "I'll give you an example of my information. You are the daughter of Cuban-American parents from a blue-collar town who received a full scholarship to Harvard and earned a degree in economics at the age of nineteen. You have never received anything below an "A" in your life. Your track and field coach in high school was suicidal when you quit the team at the age of fifteen. You had a number of job recruiters pursuing you, and could have modeled professionally if you chose, but instead married the wealthy son of a Southern banker and helped him get elected to Congress by serving as his campaign manager. You were twenty-one at the time." He took another bite. "How am I doing so far?"

"Keep going, none of that is a secret."

"I know. Now, more than five years later you're beginning to realize that Washington DC is not the mecca of fascinating people you once thought it was. In fact, you are suffering mentally. You know that Munch painting "The Scream"? That's you. But for some reason, you seem devoted to advancing your husband's political career and are paying a very high cost, both mentally and morally. Meeting strange men in hotel rooms is beneath you and you know it."

“That’s more than what is commonly known, but you're still not telling me anything special. Gossip columnists routinely do this sort of tabloid speculation."

"I'm just getting started; I also know real estate information. Your beautiful condominium for example - 3200 square feet, marble entry, exquisite views, and clubhouse and spa on premises, was purchased for just under three million dollars a little over a year ago. During that time it has since appreciated by six percent. A profitable, long-term investment."

Julia yawned theatrically. "Again, Viktor - common knowledge. Anybody can go to Zillow or public information websites and gather the same facts. I fail to see your 'unique' quality of information."

Viktor raised a finger, "Yes, but they cannot tell you this," he leaned forward, "you are under the impression that the deed for the aforementioned condominium is in your name, are you not?"

Julia suddenly wondered where this was headed. She narrowed her eyes. "Yes."

"No."

Julia was staring at him, her expression impossible to read from behind her sunglasses until she took them off and leveled a piercing look at him. "Now you have my attention."

From inside his windbreaker he pulled out an envelope and handed it to her. "Please take a look at this."

Julia opened the envelope and stared down at the paper she removed, eyes scanning the page quickly. "What is this?"

"That is the cover page of a mortgage document that shows your condominium has a lien of $2,650,000 and that the deed holder is SoCarolCo Trust."

Julia stared at the document wordlessly, the only sign of emotion, Viktor noted, was a slight tremor in the hand that held the paper. Then her composure shattered as she violently crumpled the paper in her fist.

"Keep it," Viktor said magnanimously, "it's only a copy anyway."

"SoCarolCo Trust is my father-in-law’s bank," Julia said slowly, her mind racing.

"This information I know also."

"Does my husband know about this?"

"He and his father are very close, I am told. How can he not?"

Julia thought of the big production Dan had made last Christmas, ducking under the tree to withdraw a small elegantly-wrapped box and bring it to her where she was seated on the sofa. "This is something special I really wanted you to have," he had told her, "because I know how important financial security is to you. Now you'll never have to worry about that ever again."
Julia's eyes had widened impossibly when she saw what it held and was, for the first time since he had known her, nearly speechless. "This is a property deed! This ...this... this condo is in my name?"
He nodded, pleased with the impact it was having on her. "All yours, baby." Then before she could speak, he said,” We're a partnership, right? I succeed, you succeed. Isn’t that how it goes?" Julia nodded numbly, too overcome to speak.
He then brought forth another document, a simple handmade one, explaining its content as he went along. "Now I don't want to seem like a prick, but there are a few conditions.”
The rosy glow slowly faded from Julia's face as he droned on and the impact of this second document became clear to her. Moments ago she was ready to forgive him for years of assholery and now she was tempted to smash him in the face and stomp him into the ground.
Then she looked around the beautiful condominium, at her furniture, her art.... was she really willing to toss it aside? For what? Really, what was the big deal about love, and sex, and all that romantic mumbo-jumbo anyway? They were meaningless terms as far as she was concerned. Dan gave her nothing emotionally or physically, and Jason, her perfect Jason, hadn’t been seen in years. The poets and the songwriters were liars There was no such long as a soulmate. Everyone was on their own in this world and probably the one after that.
She calmly looked him in the face and said, "Sure Dan, I'll fuck anyone you want. But no more than twice a month, in a neutral arena, and I can reject any of your stooges I find lacking in sufficient couth or hygiene."
Dan looked at her cautiously. "You're taking this well."
She pasted on the most insincere smile she could summon up. “We’re a partnership aren't we Dan? I succeed, you succeed." She stuck out her hand and they shook while she plucked the deed to the condo out of his other hand. "I'll just hang on to this."


Julia said, "Then the deed I have - "

" - is a fake," Viktor finished for her. He finished crumpling up his wrappers and stowed them in the tray. "And I'm sorry, but your husband is a big piece of shit."

Julia was looking down at the ground, the sunglasses hanging loosely in her hand. Viktor gave her time to process this new information. Eventually she raised her head and stared at him.

“Why are you giving this to me – what’s in it for you?”

Viktor shook his head. “That’s not the correct question. The correct question is – what are you going to do about it?”
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Default Re: Showdown with little sister

Hiding something from your wife is a bad idea. I have learned that.

Going out of the way to deceive your wife...oh hell...this guy is in a world of pain.

The Pain Training is coming.
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