Chapter Ten
“I will be okay, daddy. I promise I will,” Caroline said to her father, who had called after attending to the urgent business of seeing Nancy back at the hotel. The intensity of his craving for her was such that a significant part of him yearned and imagined all that was intoxicating about her while he was at the hospital.
“I sure hope, Caroline, I get to see you before your graduation tomorrow.”
“I said I will fine. Daddy, don’t you trust me?”
“I trust you alright. I just want to see my precious daughter. Can’t imagine this is easy for you. I mean you think you know people, but it is the surprises that never end. You place someone in some kind of box, and you find them somewhere else.”
The Senator darted around the topic. The news of the nature of injury Alyson suffered and some of the unsavory activities she was rumored to have partaken in, it was the kind of news that could give any father doubt. He had seen it in his friend, Seth Crawford. A man caught by the most terrible of surprises. The shame he saw in the eyes that spat outrage and confusion. How such a wholesome girl could be subjected to such heinous crimes. What of the secret parties? The Senator had decided it wasn’t in the best interest to bring up the topic with Caroline. He could upset her. It was hard enough to go through the ordeal.
Caroline hasn’t known her father to be the person to not speak his mind. Always saying what he assessed the person listening to be wanting to hear, a gift she knew made him a good politician. As she came of age, she could barely tell whether she was talking to a father who loved her or a politician who wanted her to love him. What used to be a cause of frustration was now a source of wonderment. Her father belonged to the world. And he thrived in the world. Simple conclusions that explained everything for her. The failed marriage with her mother. His absenteeism in her upbringing. His now incessant obsession about how she was his ‘precious daughter.’ A phrase she hated so much for she was sure it may have been some kind of poll-tested communication strategy to get his voters to think he is a dedicated family man. The phrase was uttered so much that it had lost its preciousness. The fact of being a daughter remains. Along with the inescapable reality that she had allowed him to cultivate that perception of innocence and purity while she went about living her life. Much the same as her father lived his. In the world and with the world.
“What can you do, daddy? We can’t undo the past,” Caroline said, without needing to give her response much thought. It amazed her how much she had become so much like him. She knew he liked it when she called him daddy. She knew he was all about looking to the future. She was her father’s daughter after all.
“So wise of you to say that, Caroline,” the Senator said, keeping Nancy Smith at bay on the plush king size bed. Their encounter at the moment had been more than six months in the making. It was too bad a tragedy had to strike when he had two milestones to celebrate. The fact that Nancy had turned out more than he bargained for and his precious daughter graduating from college.
“If it is okay daddy, there is a dinner with the graduation committee. I wanted to go there. I had lunch with, mom. It was great to see her.”
“Can’t tell you how proud I am, Caroline. Why don’t you go ahead and meet with your friends? Let’s have breakfast together. Sounds good?”
“Yes, that will be perfect,” Caroline said, reminding herself she had a lot on her plate to analyze. The Andre situation. The Alyson situation. The Jack situation. And now, of course, the Alex situation. These were panic-attack worthy crises. She trusted she would make it. But she needed more time to figure things out.
“Don’t worry about any of the Alyson stuff. Alex is on top of it. I will make sure we get to the bottom of it. For now, all you need to focus on is your graduation and celebrate this fine accomplishment. Will you promise me to do that?”
“Okay, thank you so much, daddy,” Caroline said before ending the call and going back to her analysis. She could make a good therapist she thought. Clear-eyed and level-headed. Those were the two organizing principles in moments of crises.
The Senator was relieved to know his daughter was in excellent spirit. He could continue to enjoy the delicious company of Nancy Smith without feeling guilty. The current wife was off sailing with a group of her girlfriends. He had no idea where, but it suited him perfectly, holding the firm and robust body of Nancy against his own flesh.
The sheer intensity with which Nancy kissed and handled his body had reinvigorated his manhood. He certainly liked his young wife with all her eager to please and submissive dispositions. It had made for a perfect exercise in living out the wildest of his fantasies. What he never imagined was for the script to be flipped and for him to be on the receiving end of some roughing around. From a highly accomplished woman of greater fame than him. A woman who had lived through much. A woman who knew exactly what she wanted in a man and had a way of getting what she wanted when she craved it.
The afternoon had bled into the evening and morphed into an extended period of satisfaction. As a former runner, he knew what it felt like to run a marathon. To keep going in the face of weakness. Moved by the madness of wanting to complete a singular goal. The goal, this time, was to make Nancy Smith choose him. He had been the one chasing her since the first flirtatious glance she threw in his direction at the end of one of the many interviews he did with her. The news of his breakup with his former wife and the scandalous affair were on the covers of all New York City tabloids.
The Senator had feared to go on the morning show for fear of further humiliation. He had done it anyway based on the belief that he had nothing to hide. Every embarrassing detail was already out there. He needed to claw himself out of the hole. A delicate and perfectly virgin hole, which he secretly knew was all the sacrifices he had made. The surprise of his cock covered in blood as Nicole Schwartz wailed and cried. She had kept the issue of her virginity from him for fear he would dismiss her outright. What he found was the surprise of a lifetime. An intense rediscovery of his virility and masculinity. He had been with many women in his life, but never with a virgin he would realize that day.
Nancy surprised him by not asking any questions concerning his indiscretions. None. One question after another all focused on his announcement to run for the US Senate. Some had questioned the seriousness of the campaign or the intent to run, attributing the public display as a distraction from the real issue of dick-indiscipline.
If anything, Nancy looked at him intently and probed his public policy positions. From foreign policy issues to the bread and butter domestic economic agenda. He adored her instantly. The savvy politician he was, he knew that was the kind of public and national exposure he needed to change the narrative.
“Thank you,” he had said to her as the mic was taken off him. They exchanged a look. One of profound gratitude on his part and good understanding on hers.
“Was I too hard on you?” She asked him, smiling with the broadest beam of incandescence he had long admired, but now seemed to him like sparkling stars in the darkness of the night.
Nancy Smith had neither acknowledged his gratitude nor given him a reason to think he owed her anything. It was a simple gesture of kindness that entrapped him more than any other thing any woman had ever done for him. As he predicted, the old marriage soon became old news and that day turned out to be the beginning of a successful turnaround that had put him on a path to success and spotlight.
In those days, the deflowering of Nicole was the icing on the cake he felt as he dipped his cock inside of her gingerly. Every squeeze on him reminded him how much he had missed out on living his life. An existential awakening and a decision point that made him realize what he had with Debbie was more co-existence than love. Every moan of the girl under him brought the fierce realization of the end of his marriage with such clarity. He had heard others moan before. There was something different about Nicole. Something primal about her voice.
Brandon McKenzie got his answer in the warmth of the blood and tears Nicole shed for him. It was as if she had covered him with a potion of greatness and power that made him want to conquer the world without hesitation. He would forever be grateful for her. No amount of seeing other women would make him want to leave Nicole. A tenderness he felt every time he saw her and the quality of their relationship that made him forgive her youth and inexperience.
Since the turnaround of the campaign, every intense orgasm that was excavated out of him courtesy of the pussy that seemed to tighten around him from one round to the next, had replenished a new thirst for power. Brandon McKenzie - President of the United States of America. He loved the sound of it. Many had told him he had potential. But when Nicole whispered it to him in that season of unlimited virility and confidence, it had sounded so real to him. Why not? He could see himself conquering every foe in his way the same way as he conquered her. Totally.
The youth and inexperience of Nicole were the void Nancy Smith filled for him since that interview that marked the turnaround of his campaign. Exchanges of knowing glances and smiles. All the while maintaining the pretense of professionalism throughout the rest of his campaign and victory. The longer she made him wait, the more desperate he got until he pushed forward and demanded she visits him in Boston, which she agreed to without any objections. Although he had conveniently forgotten to mention it was his daughter’s graduation, she knew all about it and felt endeared that she would be asked to spend the weekend with him.
Before Alex showed up and interrupted the fun with his news about Alyson, Nancy had proved her worth by taking Brandon to heights of pleasure he was yet to discover. Instructing him like a drill Sergeant and rewarding his efforts with escalating hedonism. An educated woman in the fine arts of eroticism. The perfect balance and harmony, exceeding all his expectation. Wilting under her power and never wanting to leave the executive suite. His mind was at once empty and filled with expansiveness.
The pleasure of hearing strength and perseverance in the tone of his daughter’s voice had delighted him. But lying next to Nancy, with the day flying by rapidly before she was to leave the next day to get back to New York, all he could think of was wanting to see her again. Surely he couldn’t make it without her.
“What are you thinking?” Nancy asked, cuddling beside him. She had lost count of how many times she came. It didn’t matter if it happened with him, or with her facilitation, or even on her own. She had truly had a great time.
