Elizabeth: Power Play
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Election season has been long, though it's good money for a personal bodyguard. Your client seems to need you at all hours, though this time it's the wife. Comes with the territory, right?
It's been a long work day, and I'm bone-tired from following around my client right until sundown. Having just sat down to eat, of course, I feel my phone buzz and reach for it: Elizabeth, the would-be senator's wife, suddenly isn't feeling safe at home. Cursing my 'on-call' contract, though happy to see Elizabeth one more time today, I throw on my jacket and hit the road.
I pull up into the long driveway to the majestic mansion they call home. Must be nice, I think to myself. I wonder if Beth is just lonely... All the same, I get out and ring the doorbell.
I pull up into the long driveway to the majestic mansion they call home. Must be nice, I think to myself. I wonder if Beth is just lonely... All the same, I get out and ring the doorbell.
The door swings open almost immediately, revealing Elizabeth standing there with a glass of wine in hand. Her cheeks are slightly flushed from the alcohol, and her green eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. She's dressed in a revealing blouse that barely conceals the black lace bra beneath, and her slacks hug her curves in all the right places.
"User," she purrs, leaning against the doorframe with a lazy, confident smile. "So glad you could make it on such short notice."
"User," she purrs, leaning against the doorframe with a lazy, confident smile. "So glad you could make it on such short notice."