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A General Erection

... brown hair. His eyes are diverted again, as Jenny adjusts her hosiery, giving him a mind-blowing 'up skirt.' Gerry is caught off guard and knows that she must know what she just did. He didn’t imagine those smooth legs and skimpy black panties. In spite of his increasing arousal and bemusement, he feels the need to defend his corner. “A u-turn after such a damning story, is easier said than done.” “I’m sure you’ll live. And like I said, I’m sure I can make you see things from my perspective, Gerry.” “But we have the stills.” “Could have been anyone.” “Those gorgeous brown eyes.” “Oh flattery will get you everywhere, Gerry. Lots of girls have brown hair and brown eyes.” “The heart-shaped birthmark?” “Faked.” “If you say so.” “Come round here, Gerry. Let me show you what I mean.” "You can't win me over that easily, Jenny." The newspaper editor walks round to Jenny’s side of the desk. Her eyes burn into him. They are like mirrors into her soul and Gerry gulps as he sees the mischievous sexy twinkle in them. “What’s going on, Jenny?” “Take off your jacket, get comfortable, Gerry.” He follows her request and shivers as she stretches out a leg, making a circle with her toe. She looks at him as he places his jacket on the chair, and she licks her lips. "Have you ever watched me, when I'm in parliament and wondered what goes on down here?" As she speaks, she slides a hand inside her skirt and touches herself. "I... that is, I..." Jenny picks up a pencil and licks the end, as she ...

... gives Gerry a once over. She leans back, licking the pencil and undoes the top button of her blouse. Gerry didn't know what to say. He had only seen her close up, on television. His ‘real’ interactions had been at press conferences and the like. This was the first time he had been up close and personal with the femme fatale of the green leather benches. Jenny's political career had been one of a ladder of success. A junior minister after two years in politics, a senior position in the treasury and then the youngest Home Secretary for a hundred years. “Do I make you nervous, Gerry? You’ve written all these salacious allegations. Am I so scary in the flesh?” Jenny swivels her chair, nonchalantly hitching her skirt higher. “I ummm… didn’t expect you to be quite so ‘arresting.’ “I’ll take that as a compliment!” She leans back in her chair and opens her legs a little, her thighs stretching her skirt, revealing a lovely two tone of hold up and creamy white thigh. Her fingers dance along her blouse, each button almost but not quite popped open. “What if I did get myself involved in some silly porn film? Hmmm? Just because I was young and care-free. Straight out of university - finding myself. I was always so horny, Gerry. I still am. Are you horny, all the time?” Gerry is trapped, he can feel his blood pressure rise and his dick is growing. He can’t stop it. He came for a meeting, to broach a deal with the hot thirty something MP and is now being reeled in, like a hapless fish. Jenny ...