National novel writing month (chapters 11-16)

Chapter 11

Two strangers in bed

Joe woke first, amazed to find a warm sleeping naked body next to him, he didn't know what do do but felt a familiar stirring in his cock, and nudged the figure of polly with his cock, bringing her around, she turned to face him and kissed him, their morning breath was forgotten by both as their tongues explored eachother's mouths, they grinded against each-other. moved with eachother, Polly expertly found a condom, opened it, and placed in on Joe's cock, without disrupting the moment, she wasn't going to cum this morning, but wanted him inside her, wanted a quick shag, she moved him on top of her, and gasped as he entered her, he had been very quick last night, she expected that, he hadn't had sex for 2 or 3 years, and she didn't care as he had gone down on her and she had orgasmed 3 or 4 times before she guided him into her. She held him tighter as she felt him shudder as he orgasmed, good start to your day she thought to herself. They kissed again, and joe rolled out of her and onto his back

"fucking hell!!" were Joe's first words of the day, "how the hell did this all happen?"

Poilly snuggled up to him, enjoying his warm body close to hers.

"no idea, I'm glad it has though"

"I'm going to have to ring in sick, there's no way I'm going in to work"

"i'm going to have to cancel an appointment with your boss, to complain about you"

They both laughed

"do you have any complaints about me?"

"not after last night"

"did we shag the complaint away?"

"i think so, I really like your organisations new approach to problem solving"

"peter has to deal with the next stage of your complaint"

"well I'm definitely withdrawing it then"

They lay together and heard the radio alarm kicking in, it was 7.00am, they dozed as the voices on radio 4 filled the room. The door bell rang, Joe grabbed his dressing gown and went out to answer it, a smartly dressed, pissed off woman was standing there, he remembered why she was standing there. He grabbed the security pass from his coat pocket and handed it to her, they didn't speak during the entire exchange. He wasn't even sure if she was actually awake, she left without saying anything either. He climbed back into bed. At 9, Joe called his boss, told him he couldn't make it in, some sort of bug, he'd been up all night, shitting and puking, as joe rarely took sick leave his boss had to beleive him. I was hoping you'd be in today, Ms Carpenter is coming in at 4.00pm, Joe held the phone so that Polly could listen in,

"well i'm sure you can deal with her, I usually have to deal with her when she comes in"

Polly nidged him and held his cock as he spoke, squeezing some life back into it. He wriggled and stifled a giggle

"she's a very difficult woman" peter continued, and very difficult to deal with"

"why don't you ring her and see if you can reschedule the meeting, to Monday, I'll be back by then"

Polly smiled, this was fun, she switched her mobile on.

"good idea, no point spoiling my friday by meeting that woman"

"she has a way of really ruining a day hasn't she" Joe felt her nails in his cock and winced with pleasure and pain.

He rang off, he's going to call you now he said with a smile, "my turn" reaching over and cupping a breast and squeezing a nipple, she squirmed, I'll make it a quick phone call then she said and kissed his cock which was surprising him by beginning to stiffen, no shags in 3 years now he was going to have 2 in one morning.

"you better get rid of him very quickly, I'm an old man and I need to use this thing very quickly"

Polly's phone rang

"Hello" Peter introduced himself and asked if he could reschedule the meeting

"It's very short notice" she said and gasped as Joe began to suck her left nipple

"I'm very sorry but something has come up at the last minute" Peter continued, unaware of the laughter his words would soon be provoking.

"that happens i guess" Polly continued

"and i was really looking forward to discussing the way your organisation mishandles complaints"

" I assure you Ms Carpenter, we feel we have a very robust complaints policy and feel we take our customer's views very seriously and do what we can to answer all complaints and insure that the customer is completely satisfied" I doubt you'd satisfy me, Polly thought as Joe traced his fingers around her thigh and moved closer to her cunt

"Very well, I will call you on Monday to discuss this further, I really have to go now, there's something I need to do" she hung up and nestled into Joe, and he did his best to satisfy her complaint.

Chapter 12

Not learning lessons

Lance was relieved, his pass was back in his possession, he had got away with it yet again, he sensed that Joe hadn't beleived his story. He had probably done more than just give that bloke money, but he felt confident that Joe was not a weak link. And with no proof that he had been to Kings Cross, now that the security pass was back in his possession, even if the prostitute or her pimp went to the papers, he could dismiss it as a tory smear job and threaten to sue, might even make some money out of it, if they were stupid enough to print it.

His wife was back from her latest business trip later on, but lance wouldn't be able to see her until Sunday, he had to go up north to a dreary city and speak to dreary people about dreary complaints. He hadn't been to his regular monthly surgery for 6 months, letting his dreary agent take them, write all the letters and meet him monthly so he could sign letters he didn't give a shit about. But his agent said he had to come this time, as his contituents were beginning to say he didn't care about them. They had finally got the message then.

He wasn't particularly upset to be missing the return of his wife, they had been happy, but the love had gone for years now, they had reached an agreement to stay together for the kids and his career, the scandal wouldn't help his ministerial career, the agreement was for them to separate officially when their youngest child turned 18 and divorce quietly 2 years later. He doubted the kids would be affected, they only saw their parents together at christmas and easter, the summer was a time of separate holidays, him with the kids, her with the kids. They were used to them not being together. They also had an agreement that they could sleep with other people, as long as it was discreet. They had stopped having sex 2 years ago anyway, apart from the one time when they were both drunk and tried it for old time's sake, to predictably disappointing results. Thankfully it was over in a few minutes and they both retired to different bedrooms, and never mentioned it again.

The phone ringing startled him, even though he was continously on call, it was a tabloid journalist asking him to comment on the story he was writing

"what story would that be"

"minister loses security pass in sordid back street sex session"

"that's a long headline"

"it's front page tomorrow"

"which minister is it?"

"it's you"

"well I do have a comment then"

"go ahead, i'm looking forward to hearing it"

"it's a ridiculous story, without a shred of evidence and if you print it, I will sue the paper and i will win a large sum of money which i will donate to charity"

"We have a signed affadavit from two different people"

"the prostitute and a friend of hers"

"a pimp?"

"possibly"

"and you believe them over a government minister with a spotlesss record?"

"off the record, you and I know, your record is far from spotless"

"You will be printing a lie and I will see you in court"

" We are confident that our story will stand up as true, even in court"

"what evidence could you possibly have that will stand up in court"

"a used condom"

Lance was for the first time worried, but if the woman had been busy there was probably several condoms in there, why the fuck hadn't he taken it with him"

"bollocks"

"we're going to pay for dna tests and we will insist on a record of your dna if it goes to court"

"bollocks"

"is that a bollocks, you have me fair and square?"

"no the story is complete bollocks and you can quote me on that"

"how can you be an education minister, when you are having back street sex in kings cross, aren't you married with children, what are your kids going to think when they go to school and find out their dad has been caught with his pants down"

"the story is bollocks, how much did you pay for this fiction?"

"£10,000 and worth every penny, it will be in the sunday edition"

"well that gives me more than enough time to see you in court"

Lance cut the connection.

He was fucked, he could dodge a dna test on an invasion of privacy, i have nothing to prove position, but if he went to court, he'd have to prove it, and the dna test would nail him, he could bluff, but he knew the game was up if he went to court. He could ride out the storm, hoping the pm would back him, treat is as a tory smear job, and hope the fuss dies down in a few days and he kept his job. MucK Sticks, and any chance of a promotion was now gone. If he resigned, he doubted he'd get much in the way of directorships, apart from with porn related companies which wasn't the sort of portfolio he wanted to build, he could ring around contacts, call in some favours, give them some titbits to save his arse and fuck someone else. The was the best way, dog eat dog and all that, if he killed it, he could resign to spend more time with his family, get those consultancy dollars, directorships, and disappear from parlimentary view at the next election, the bonus on that was that he'd never have to deal with dreary northen cities and equally dreary northern voters, every cloud has a silver lining. He looked through his contact list on his phone and started the calls. The first one was to his agent, apologising for not being able to make it to the surgery, he cut off his complaints telling him that in a few days he'd understand why. Silver lining and all that, no trip up north.

Chapter 13

Sitting in a tree.

Joe and Polly spent the day in bed, neither could believe all this was happening. They ordered a pizza, drank some wine that luckily was already in the fridge. They made love 3 more times (which was a personal record for both). Hung about naked, and in joe's clothes, he asked Polly to wear a selection of his shirts, he had always wanted a woman to wear his shirts and nothing else. They kept smiling, this wasn't supposed to happen, and they were both certain that it would not work out so were determined that they would enjoy it while it lasted. Both felt that if they parted, both would actually start thinking about how ridiculous it was for them to be together and try and back out.

They avoided talking about what had happened for most of the day, a day in which Polly tried on 17 of Joe's clean shirts. But they both knew it had to be talked about, for Joe, he had to think about his job, he could lose it, was she worth it? For Polly, that wasn't an issue but she would feel guilty if he did lose her job and whatever happened between them, she didn't want to cause him to lose his job.

"We have to talk about this" Joe announced as they lounged in bed, eating a box of celebrations.

"I know"

"i am having a great day and I don't want it to end but there's stuff we need to sort out"

"Ok"

"are we going to continue to see each other?"

Polly nodded and smiled, she kissed Joe, "I really want this to work"

"So do I" Joe was relieved, that was the major problem out of the way, for him all the other stuff was just details.

"It will be difficult visiting you in your house, or staying over, the other neighbours know who I am, and you have really pissed them off"

"I'm happy spending time here"

"right, so that's sorted"

"What about your job?"

"that's a difficult one, I'm comfortable there, but I don't want this hanging over my head, and I don't want to be sacked, I should just start looking for another one"

"won't that take a bit of time, I don't want to have to avoid seeing you"

"I could just resign and temp, there's plenty of work out there, maybe it's time, I've been here too long"

"you're prepared to do that, just leave your job"

"it's not that big a move, you wouldn't know that of course, being work shy and that"

"i could get a job"

"good, then you could buy me lots of presents"

"only if you're a good boy"

they giggled, kissed again, then the phone rang

"don't get it" pleaded Polly

"i think it might be important" Joe had seen Lance's name come up.

Chapter 14

Hideaway.

Lance hadn't managed to kill the story, on sunday he would be fucked by the tabloids, he had already spoken to the whips office as they knew about the story, he was being advised to wait it out, go somewhere the tabloids can't find him, see if the story dies in a few days. If it didn't, then they would look at damage limitation, and that would include resigning to repair his marriage (some hope) He said he wouldn't be doing any photo ops with his wife or children, they agreed, "been done before, didn''t work then" was their response. They said they would do all they could to kill the story and were meeting with the editor. his only hope was for something huge to happen which would demand acres of news print. He knew that he wouldn't be that lucky.

He rang Joe, because he needed a bolt hole, some where he could hide for a few days, Joe was single, his flat was large enough, and joe was a mate, he'd be able to sort him out"

"you want to stay?"

"Yes, it's important joe, the tabloids are gunning for me"

"about what"

"they claim I have a habit of using back street prostitutes"

"you do!"

Lance knew they had spoken to Joe, didn't see the point of denying it to him any more.

"ok I do, it's a weakness, can I stay"

"how long"

"a few days, a week at the most"

"this is not the best of times"

"you're telling me, it's the worst of fucking times for me, my career is going down the toilet"

Joe did feel sorry for him, a career that had for years been on an upward trajectory was indeed in freefall.

"I might not be alone"

"don't tell me you have finally got a bird"

"I have, and it's a bit complicated"

"we can talk later, I'm on my way"

Joe put the phone down, and told Polly about Lance

"I've never heard of him,are you sure he's a minister"

"oh he is alright, but I don't think he's going to be one for long"

"how long will he be staying?"

"a few days, the sunday papers will be full of him"

"i don't want him to stay here, I wanted to spend the weekend with you, not with some sleazy soon to be ex minister"

"I'm sorry. but he's a mate, I have to do this, we go back years, we played together as kids, that little garden was our world, and it looks like his world is now shrinking back to that sort of size"

Chapter 15

Hunted

Lance got public transport over to Stoke Newington, there had been a couple of journalists hanging around outside his house when he left, but he shook them off, made sure he wasn't being followed, then headed off, taking several trains and tubes to ensure that no one was following him. He felt ridiculous doing it, and paranoid, but he wanted to be sure that no one knew where he was. He rang his secretary, told her that he had to disappear for a few days, left her to sort out cancellations, he didn't give her a lot of details, said he was the victim of a smear job, that she would read some horrible things about him, and that none of them were true.

He arrived at Joe's after travelling for 4 hours, rang the bell and was surprised when a woman answered.

"Hi I'm lance" he announced

"I know who you are" she didn't seem happy to see him, she let him walk past and closed the door.

The three of them gathered in the living room, Joe had been out and bought some supplies during the day, he opened a bottle of wine, poured out 3 glasses.

"it's a mess Lance" Joe started, they needed to have this discussion

"i'd prefer it if your friend wasn't here" lance didn't want to tell her anything

"that's tough because i am here, and i'm not leaving"

"can i talk to joe on his own?"

"a please might work"

"ok, please can i talk to joe on his own"

Polly stood up, kissed joe, for his benefit, for her benefit. maybe even for lance's benefit, and went into the bedroom, she picked up one of joe's books "the silver river" by ben richards and started reading.

"does she have to be here?"

"lance i'm doing you a favour here, and it's my fucking home, so don't throw your weight around"

"i'm sorry, I'm under a lot of stress"

"I bet you are, you really fucked up"

"I don't need to be told that, I think I already know"

"What are you going to do?"

"I need to wait a few days, see which way the wind is blowing, see if they lose interest"

"you're not going to something stupid like sue them are you?"

"no point, I think they can prove it"

"how? I got the pass back"

"they have the condom"

"fuck, and yuck!"

"exactly"

"what's the best you can hope for?"

"well a quiet resignation I guess, probably resign the seat straight away, I can't be arsed waiting 3 years to be booted out by either the party or the voters"

"what about money?"

"I've done well being an mp and a minister, I've been pretty careful with money"

"you surprise me"

"was that a joke?"

"yes"

"i wish i could find it funny"

"i'm sorry but you have to see humour in this somehow"

"it'll take some time"

Joe and Lance talked for 2 hours, they even found time to reminisce about their childhood about their time in the garden.

"the world was simpler then"

"cricket or football, they were the choices"

Lance went to bed, he needed sleep, he needed it all to be better in the morning"

Joe went into his bedroom, Polly had fallen asleep. He undressed , she woke up, undressed, they climbed into bed together, and fell asleep, neither felt like sex, they both hoped that lance hadn't broken the spell.