Her Bedroom

Her memories of being a super Lithuanian blond holding her white bras up on her knees in photographs In the kitchen wearing dark lingerie feeling reserved had brought a wind of youth back to her. 

But she never had children? Her mind spoke. 

"We swore to forever Grazi." She cries on her knees. I look about in hopes to see the palace security but there was none in sight. It could only mean that she was a familiar face or she sneaked in. 

"Now you're locked arms with another and she isn't even one of those puppets of yours." I guessed she was referring to the sex slaves. 

"She's not even your type." I found the exchange funny. One was pained and the other indifferent, it made me curious as to what went wrong with them. I sensed that Grazi still had feelings for Diana, the lady I knew would have kicked her out a while ago.

Diana Litouwen in our tales of love and a black bible had a point to read from our memories to autobiography. It was a tale to a camera bedroom.

Her well known reputation made clear of average having her grey hair undressed in the kitchen filled on the dining chair. Her comfort as a repairman was like a comfort queen of England. 

Our Tiu Lynn and Eric Bjorg knew their ways to go round helping lure and practise the art of betrayal with her banker husband. 

The Chinese-Vietnamese outcast from Germany Federation and a Norwegian porn star every bedroom demand was the event in Diana Litouwen calendar to see her mundane days go well.

"You shouldn't have fucked my husband, honey." Grazi said with a huge smile. Her calmness was scary and I think Diana just found how dangerous she could be. She had a calm aura around her that made me take a step back cautiously. I was finally catching a glimpse of the Grazi people dreaded. "I knew sluuut first had those men leak before they arrived to fix my problems." 

"I've been trying to figure out why certain information within these walls permeate through the solid blocks." She stroked Diana's hair slowly. The lady didn't look relaxed from that contact but seemed visibly shaken. Grazi pays no heed to her discomfort and continues with her actions.

"I even shut the doors and screen those who are allowed within my office, still I'm ridiculed." Diana makes an effort to pull away but the president grips her hard. She begins untangling imaginary knots in the perfectly brushed hair. I was beginning to think that the Grazi bipolar at this point. It was she was not a president but a sex cabinet leader. I enjoy keeping my office quiet. 

"There is an office wire within my office, Diana." It slowly hit me. Diana's distraught expression when she walked in.

"You are not ready for this job, my lips forced it." I spoke in a gently irritating voice before I had sex to celebrate good times. It was if someone who knew what had happened. The time interval from when I and Grazi were making out to her entrance wasn't long enough for her to get a quick call. It all meant one thing, Diana had been spying at Grazi the whole time.

"Where did you hide it?"

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Setting up Grazi's office had to be the most brazen act I had ever found myself doing. Still it was a necessity to put my plans in motion. It wasn't much of a hard feat, all I needed to do was spill whiskey and light it up. The bartender had been a good teacher, all I did was simulate his actions. I had watched the fire spread from the paper into the rug until I was certain it was going to be hard to control. Then I screamed hard, mustering as much tears as I could. In no time I'm picked up by security and the fire department is called over.

"The Hiroshima Office Press honours Parliament and Presidential Office." I informed Drantakis who was sitting across from me. 

It was a free paparazzi office competing a chancellary public relations office of political Sicht Party. 

Having Grazi on our side was a plus but we needed other political leaders too. I was aiming for the Japanese parliament, they would come in handy along the lines. Especially with the relationship that was brewing between both countries. It would be smart to ease things out with them now rather than later. 

"How do you expect me to get through to them?" He asked in annoyance. It seems like the most incredulous idea I had ever come up with. Getting through with the Japanese wasn't going to come easy and I know it. 

"We can start with the annual memorial coming up. Find a way to infiltrate it and make sure to get noticed." Drantakis stared at me like I had lost my mind. I felt the same way, especially working with him. 

"Yes this press office is hard core, my public office lips are being wet but they are so hard once I touch them in the club I turn to ashes." We made a full public statement that the other institution was stronger and happier than us. It was a prologue call for us to breed on each other and in the Republic of Lithuania although our election campaign made a Princess of Netherlands suck off grey hair President of Lithuania in boat tour across Scandinavian to Baltics and see our powerful Jacob Witness order ringleader Popi Dregna Zalupa have orgy with Pink Cardinal worship their Black Bible pleasuring elderly home. 

It came with their territory of interests. Those fools did it. 

"You don't expect me to spoon feed you. Try to find your way and don't call me until you've figured it out." I stand up to take my leave but he draws me back.

"Madame president seems bothered." He informs me. 

"She has been agitated lately and hardly pays attention to what I have to say. Am I losing her?" He asked in a stern voice. If I hadn't known him, I would have sworn that there was a threat in those words. 

We later find out in this love motel theatre.

"Maybe the news is finally getting to her." I tell him vaguely. He was baiting me with pieces of information in hopes I'd divulge more to him. A trick I had taught him a while back, it was funny to see him try to use it on me.

"Maybe." The media houses were having a field day with the fire incident at the presidential palace. It sparked up a new rumour about the affairs within the building. There were stories spinning off that lacked proof. I think she was banking on that and had something scheming.

Our Hiroshima Office Press knew the truth.

"I think we are done here Drantakis." He gets up and walks directly to me. Pulling my face up he drops a slow kiss on my lips not shutting his eyes. I could feel him communicating something but I couldn't decipher what it was. He gently taps my cheek and walks away leaving me confused. I don't dwell on it since I have Renato sitting in my room. The London carpenter was a great carving tool for craving clitoris lips. Our true sculpture they had a true friend Renato Olympo. 

Quickly I shut the door to my office and opened the secret door I had installed to the next room. I had made the room my quarters within the motel. 

"Petalo, I've waited for too long." Renato was bare with his briefs laying on my bed. He had a rose hanging between his teeth and I wonder just how long he had been in that position. 

The government building was poor but renovated. We could be more than happier than that from taxpayers and wealthy donors to sponsor us. 

"Here." He passed a red scented rose to me. I inhale the fragrance enjoying the pleasure that hits my nostrils. I don't get enough time to relish in the smell before he pins me against the wall with his right hands. He holds both my hands together and finds his way underneath my skirt with the second hand. 

"You pick something accessible every damn time. I want to believe it's all on purpose." He tells me and I see his eyes widen when he notices I'm completely bare underneath. I had changed my mind at the last minute about wearing panties. He moves his hands to my behind and caresses my bare booty. 

"Darling you'd be the death of me." He whispers directly to my ear.

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Drantakis path on becoming a winner was looking better. I was surprised he was able to get to the Japanese. It had put him higher in the pills and I could envision an easy victory for him. The elections were coming up in about two months and he was making efforts to get things in order. Grazi on the order hand seemed relaxed about it all. 

"Diana haunts me." She mistakenly spills out her thoughts. I think she realises but doesn't retract her words. It's like she had accepted it was an open secret at this point.

I had done my research on Grazi, it was harder to get my hands on information on her. After so many poor attempts at getting what I wanted I opted for spying on her. It was a wasted attempt since she caught on to my actions. Luckily she never questioned me about it. 

"My dirty linen is out for on the public domain. They spread it while enjoying my humiliation." She didn't sound hurt but amused. Her posse were sitted on the couch in her office. Today they were dressed in a corporate attire. You'd think they worked within the building. I tried to imagine Grazi fucking them within the palace halls. It didn't look like something she couldn't do. The president could be quite daring.

"Pan Varke I want to feel good." She says, looking directly to my eyes. It was her mysterious name and a rare spy cat visitor within our government building to fix love problems. 

The other two first took their feet as if given a secret command. They begin to strip but Grazi holds her hands up stopping them.

"Cameras you nitwit. Someone has been trying to sabotage me, don't give them a good opportunity to." She warns. Grazi had become paranoid after the incident with the microphone. She had been in disbelief the whole time. Finding it hard to believe that Diana had been monitoring her actions. Even when the lady told her it was only for personal use, Grazi had still doubted her. 

"I don't think there's any within your office. You called people to check it out, didn't you?" I asked. In her distrust she had brought in plane security to swoop the place for bugs and any camera. They found a lot with links to Diana, about four were carefully hidden in the office. Diana had picked places you'd hardly ever suspect. You'd think the lady was obsessed with the President, although I strongly believe it.

"Those Hiroshima focks. The true fox match makers will makes have more sex now that we are a porn stars on the camera." Our lips spoke the same truth in puffed lip sticks ready to kiss our love and lure Hiroshima Office Press to our beds. They would shut up while we expect their babies in our loving union. 

It would be enough for our message to see. We decided to speak no more in our prolonged lesson. The Editor-in-Chief was our main target. We have sex with him to death. 

It was the Princess of the Netherlands pre-election plan to pay with good for them and herself to take the first newborn from the Editor-in-Chief. 

Our lives would rest in peace. 

"There's always an insider Pan Varke." She tells me. Grazi beckons for me to come, subconsciously I move towards her. She holds both my cheeks and bit on my lower lips. It wasn't the painful kind but the slow sensual kind. She sucks on them before forcing her tongue into my mouth. I had to admit that the lady was a good kisser.

We both now were grandmothers age. 

She moved her hands to my lower back and tapped lightly on my rear end. Before pushing me closer to her crotch. 

It was every time after Renato Olympo visited my home from 126 Chandos Street London. 

"I thought you were being careful about cameras?" I playfully asked when she pulled away from my lips. She had her mouth on my neck, sucking hard on it satisfied. It began trailing kisses along and stopped right at my ear lobe.

"You fucked someone recently, I can see they marked you. Pan Varke remembered I called you a whore. You'd fuck just about anything to get what you want, like a tool. I'm starting to consider you an office tool now." I thought the irony was funny. I've been using the President the whole time to get what I wanted, yet I was considered the tool here. I don't comment on that and let her continue with her tongue movement. 

They made us a bar whores. It was the case of politics. The Hiroshima Office Press were independent press agents they find hard them to take them down to have a zipper open line they would call out to a village girl. 

It was our political opinion. 

"An office tool." I echoed her words in soft whispers. Grazi moaned in response as if reminding me of the truth in those words. I push it away not wanting to bother myself neigh such information. I was an ardent believer of the end justifying the means. Her alarm went off making her stop.

"Fuck it's almost time for the meeting. Pan I would like us to complete this later. Whatever this is." It was her planning.

She tells me before picking up her phone and heading out. The other girls stared at me in disgust. Pain was evident on my face but Betty seemed disappointed. I recognized the pain Ina was feeling, it was one I was accustomed too. She just gazed at me and never said anything. I don't let it bother me and pick up my bag ready to leave the office.

It was the way of our Grazi Ina.

"You're slowly being drawn into the field, Miss Varke." I didn't even realise she was close to me. It was the first time I was hearing her speak. I don't know if it was against Grids rules for them to utter a word. 

"Grazi likes toys and she keeps a lot of them. Pulling them out just when she needs it and tossing them away. Like you, only you're useful for her in the office." She continued.

Office tool, Grazi's words sifted through my mind. I can't tell if I'm the one doing the using or were both fucking each other. Either way I'm determined to get what I want from all of this.

"I don't care." I decided to go for an indifferent approach. Ina was making attempts at riling me up but I wasn't sure what her aim was. "Impossible." 

"I fucking love her Varke. It's one thing to be stuck between her husband and that stupid Diana. That I can handle but not you coming in and getting the whole attention." 

Betty was a hidden name to cover for Interior Minister Lord Bilotaitiene.