Chicago Encounter: A Billionaire's Secret Seduction of a Beautiful Politician

Bridget is a successful LA criminal lawyer and political activist and political junkie. I meet her three months ago in LA at ABA convention. We decided to meet in Chicago at a political fund raising dinner, our own secret rendezvous. We arrived on separate planes within minutes of each other. We hold each other tight and then relax enough so we can step back to see each other. " You are beautiful Bridget!" We pull each other close again kissing gently, just trying to take in the experience of being together again. Her lips are soft. Minutes pass in what seems like a few seconds. We separate and begin to walk out of the airport, holding hands. Bridget tries hard not to let me see the simplicity of my kiss has left her weak in the knees. I notice and laugh. She laughs with me. We begin to talk...in an attempt to catch up on what we have missed out on being apart. The effort is futile.

The limousine takes us to the hotel; a five star one in Chicago. We sit in the back holding hands facing each other, staring at each other, smiling at each other. We can not believe we are together again. I softly trace the lines along the left side of her face with the backs of two fingers of my right hand. I can not take my eyes off her. I feel, she knows everything I think, everything about me, and everything I want her to know. I slowly lean in to kiss her... more forcefully this time. My fingers trail down the delicate skin on her neck as I push her over backwards in the seat. I lay my body on top of her and smile at her while I gaze into her eyes. You are so warm. She lifts her head to me and her lips slowly part and our tongues meet. " I will meet you in the bar." I said. I know Bridget is looking for her new mark, the next big donation, I know she is the woman that I will send to heaven with my huge cock, and reap the benefits of her desires and need. Finding her took time and patience. I know what to look for. There certain elements that let you know they are available and ready to play, even if they didn't know it themselves. I drew it out of Bridget three months ago in LA. Before she knows what is happening, I will be between her thighs thrusting my huge prick into her creaming cunt. Taking her to places she never imagined a man could take her, and she will be mine this weekend. As I place my drink down on the bar, I see her, her walk, the way she enters a room, the tilt of her head, and the gleam in her eye made it obvious that she is on the hunt and I'm her prey. Well, I'm just the kind of man to help her with her need. She is forty four, divorced with one child. She is 5'9" and very attractive with dark hair, green eyes and a very nice figure. Her black tailored suit spoke of money, confidence, and style. While her suit is totally professional in appearance, it is very sexy and did little to conceal a pair of C-cup breasts, a flat stomach and killer legs.

I observed her in LA, I could tell she wasn't waiting for anyone at the convention. She was by herself, and looking for an interesting time. Not sex, but someone to keep her company and entertained for the evening. Someone attractive and interesting. She might have sex with them, but she would decide that later. She asked me if I was interested in politics and possibly making a large donation. I told her maybe but I would have to be convinced. Bridget invited me to join her in Chicago at a political fund raiser and she would try to convince me into donating. Bridget walks up to the bar a few seats down from me, and orders a dirty Martini. As she waited for her drink, she looks around and notices me sitting at the bar. She flashes me a brief smile, and turns away. When her drink arrives, she charges it to her room, and moves to table in the far corner of the bar. As she sat down crossing her beautiful long legs, her skirt rose up showing off her taut thighs. Okay, so she is teasing, but I had to work for it and come to her. She holds the power for now, because I had to go to her table to speak to her. I can tell she is going to play cat and mouse, having control, having the power, and being in charge. I knew Bridget was the kind of woman I liked to break the most when I meet her in LA. The superior ones, the ones with the attitude, the ones with the feelings of power and control. Well, after I have stuck my big cock in her uptight and probably unused pussy, she will realize I'm in control, have the power and in charge. She will experience orgasms like never before, she will crawl through broken glass to get next to me again. It happens every time.

I ordered a Martini for myself. When it arrived, I cross toward her table and sit down. Bridget had watched my approach the entire way. She knew I was playing the game with her. After few minutes of small talk I asked if I could join her, she nods yes.
" So John, your a corporate lawyer, a business mogul, divorced six times and a billionaire?" " Yes, I'm also life-style consultant, in the area of recreational pursuits." " What is that?" " I figure out what people want and need, and then I get it for them. Sometimes, they don't even know they need it, but I convince them." " So who are your clients?" she asks suspiciously.
" My clients are beautiful women." " Really," she said skeptically, "and what do you think I need?" " Hmmmmmm, I will have to think about that for a moment. So Bridget, what are you doing in Chicago? Business or pleasure?" " I came for a political fund raising dinner. I am here for the weekend. So it is business, but tonight is for pleasure. This fund raiser has been a lot of hard work." " So what about you? Business or pleasure?" " Pleasure, but then my business is pleasure."

" Oh, I see." She took a sip of her Martini as she looks at me. She is appraising a donation amount. " How much do you charge for this service." " How do you mean?" " Well, it is obvious that you are a womanizer, so what do you require to make a donation?"
I sit back for a moment. I had not expected to get to this point so soon. As I contemplated my answer, she stares directly at me challenging me to answer her question. " She is a very demanding woman," I thought, " I am going to enjoy taking her down a couple of pegs." " Well, I don't have set requirements. I usually work on a barter type arrangement." " How does that work?"
" I provide my service, and at

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