An Honest Politician

"He'll be ready in five minutes," the secretary said. "Please have a seat."

Sandra took in her surroundings. It was a modest office; almost too modest. In all her years covering the political beat, she's never been to an office so nondescript. But this was par for the course for Congressman Phillip Trask, who seemed to go out of his way to avoid the spotlight. Her deepest sources tell her that he's the guy responsible for pushing through a lot of the most radical legislation that was passed in the last couple of years, but he's never taken any credit.

He's even avoided doing interviews, which made today such a coup. She didn't really expect the Congressman to accept her challenge. She and the publication she worked for were just trying to make some noise, make it seem like he had something to hide. They couldn't really find anything after months of digging into his history. But that was strange in itself: a young black man from a small town in Illinois with no political experience or even any significant time in the public eye suddenly winning a seat in congress held by a seasoned incumbent.

Even his staff looked nondescript: a bunch of frumpy congressional aides, all of them hard at work staring at screens, barely registering to the average person. That is, except for his secretary. She recognized her as Lindsay Majors, daughter of Senator Lawrence Majors. The statuesque blonde stood out in the office, and for the fact that her father would be the last person you'd think of wanting anything to do with this young liberal congressman.

Sandra heard a phone ring. Lindsay walked up to her. "He'll see you now," she said.

***

"Sorry to keep you waiting," the Congressman said. "We've got a vote coming up, and I had to handle some issues."

"What kind of issues?" she asked.

"Well I don't want to get too specific," he replied.

"Yes, that seems to be your style."

He smiled. "Is this really how it's going to be for today?"

"You knew what to expect."

"Yes, I did." He stared off into the distance. "Yes I did."

His private office didn't offer any more detail than the other room. His desk was piled with books and papers, but no personal belongings. The furniture was comfortable, but distinctly plain, as if just chosen out of a catalog. It felt oddly bare, and the emptiness made their voices feel more resonant.

"You aren't known for doing interviews," Sandra said. "You've certainly been asked by other outlets."

"That's true," he said. "Is there a question?"

"Why us?"

"Why not?"

"Well, one would imagine that you would prefer talking to a publication that's been more welcoming of your views."

"Welcoming of my views." His rich baritone felt out those words. "That's an interesting way to put it."

"We've made it no secret that we don't agree with the policies you've put forward."

"Well maybe I have no interest in talking in people who already agree with me. Maybe there's a greater benefit to reaching out to skeptics, to letting them get to know what I really am."

"And what's that?"

"An honest politician."

Sandra perceived a change in tone. He said it with a seriousness that bordered on sinister, as if he were challenging her with the statement. She shifted in her seat, and gathered herself mentally.

"There's no such thing," she said.

"Such cynicism. Now did you believe that before you started working for the Journal, or is that something you came to believe while working there?"

"It's just a fact of politics. The truth is often too inconvenient to be effective."

His mouth formed a weary smile. "That's a sad way to view things. I think the truth is my greatest weapon."

"Then why have been hiding so much? Why not do more interviews? Why not put yourself out more? Why not give us more of your truth?"

"That's clever, Sandra. Do you mind if I call you Sandra?"

She did mind, especially the way he said it, dripping with an unsettling familiarity. But she figured it would better for the interview if she managed to make him let his guard down.

"Not at all. Do you mind if I call you Phillip?"

"That's fine for now," he said. "The thing is, Sandra, I'm not a very ambitious man. Now my colleagues, they want to be in the public eye because they think it will get them into a higher office. I'm happy being a congressman, serving my district. I think I get a lot of work done."

"I find that hard to believe."

"And yet it's true. I think you'll find the truth doesn't care about what you believe."

A shiver ran up Sandra's spine. There was something odd about this interview, something unsettling about his confidence, and the way his voice seemed to linger in the air.

"About that work," Sandra managed to choke out. "My sources tell that you are personally responsible for getting a lot of difficult legislation passed."

"Is that so? What did they say?"

"That you would go have private meetings with opposition congressmen, and that they'd come out of those meetings wanting to vote with you."

"You have very good sources."

"What goes on with those meetings? How did you convince them?"

"As I said, Sandra. Truth is my weapon. The issues we're voting on aren't as controversial as the Journal makes them out. People deserve healthcare. Climate Change is real. Everyone deserves equal rights. I just told them the truth, and they came to see things my way. It's how I won my election, you know. I didn't have the money of my opponent, but I went door to door, talking to voters one-on-one."

"Are you saying you appeal to people's sense of altruism?"

He chuckled. "Of course not. I'm no altruist, Sandra. I'm not even a good man."

This stunned Sandra.

"W-what do you mean?"

"I'm going to be very honest with you, Sandra. This isn't the false humility of your average politician. When I say I'm not a good man, I mean it. I'm selfish and vindictive. These policies are really all just about keeping the country from falling apart so I can enjoy more of it. There's no point to anything if the planet burns up, Sandra."

"Also," he continued after a pause, "I'm a deviant who likes to take control of people, make them do things that they don't want to do."

Sandra didn't know how to react. Her pen slipped from her fingers, landing with a soft thud on the carpet.

"You see, I have a power over people, Sandra. When I tell them something, it becomes the truth in their heads."

Sandra gave him a confused look.

"That's the secret. I didn't convince my opponents of anything. I used my power to change what they thought. And I did it quietly, behind closed doors. I could give a speech that would change people's minds I suppose, but that would attract too much attention. I find that a lot more work is done if it's done quietly."

Sandra took a slow breath and composed herself. "I guess this is the story then: that an up-and-coming congressman is insane."

"Would you like a demonstration?" Before she could answer, he pressed a button on his desk. "Lindsay would you come in here, please?"

The door opened. Lindsay walked in.

"Lock the door, Lindsay." There was an audible click. Phillip then gestured at Lindsay to come over.

"Why do you need the door locked, Phillip?" Sandra asked.

He stared at her. "Be quiet. The truth is, you're going to want to see this."

Suddenly, Sandra just knew that was true. She really did want to see what was coming next, more than anything in the world.

"Lindsay," he said. "Tell Sandra here what you are."

"I'm your secretary," Lindsay replied.

"No, Lindsay. Tell her what you really are."

The expression on the secretary's face softened, her air of professionalism quickly dissipating. "I'm your slut."

Sandra was shocked by this, and her instincts told her that this was all wrong, and that she should get out. But there was something else that she was knew was true: that she needed to stay because she really wanted to see this.

"Show her," Phillip said.

Lindsay grabbed the hem of her tight pencil skirt and drew it up, revealing a glistening shaved pussy.

"My cunt is always wet for him," Lindsay said with more than hint of pride.

"Very good Lindsay. Now, tell Sandra here, were you always my slut?"

"No I wasn't. I used to hate you, sir."

"Tell her how that changed."

"Well my daddy came home one day and told me that he got a job for me at your office. And I was very confused, because daddy had never said a good word about you, and suddenly he wanted me to work for you."

"What did he say?"

"He said that you talked to him, sir, and that you struck him as an honest man."

"And then what happened?" Philip asked.

"And on the first day you met with me," she continued. "And you told me the truth."

"And what is the truth, slut?"

Lindsay seemed to shiver at being called that name. "The truth is that I am a slut, and that I am your slut, sir. The truth is that I get wet at your presence, and that there is nothing that makes me happier than being your fucktoy, sir."

"Tell her what you're thinking about now, slut."

"I am thinking about how much I want to suck your cock, sir? May I suck your cock?"

Phillip responded by pushing back from his desk. Lindsay immediately went on her knees and unzipped his pants, pulling out his large, semi-hard member. The young blonde quickly took the whole thing in her mouth, taking to her task with impressive gusto.

Phillip then turned his attention back to Sandra. "You've been awfully quiet," he said in his silky baritone.

Sandra struggled to process what was happening. She was now watching an active congressman getting a blowjob from his secretary. There were plenty of conflicting emotions going through her. Part of her knew this wasn't something she should be seeing, but the truth remained that she wanted to see it. She was horrified, but the dominance that the congressman showed over this nubile young blonde was also stirring something inside her.

"I don't know what to say, really," she managed to finally say.

"No," he said. "The truth is you want to be completely honest with me, and tell me everything you're thinking."

As soon as he said it, she knew it to be true. She wanted to share all of her thoughts with him.

"I'm just trying to figure out why you'd show this all to me. This is scandalous."

"Because you're not going to print any of it."

"And why is that?"

"The truth is," he started. And Sandra felt a shock of fear as she realized what was happening, but there wasn't anything she could do.

"The truth is that you didn't come here hoping to write a hit piece on me. The truth is that you set all this up because you're profoundly attracted to me, and you've spent every night of the last year dreaming about fucking me."

The facts registered in her mind, and she suddenly remembered a new set of memories: of her seeing him on television for the first time and feeling the urgent pull of lust, of nights with her boyfriend fantasizing about the congressman, and of dark, dirty dreams of him taking her in his office.

"The truth is that you came here hoping to seduce me, and get in my favor. The truth is that you've been sitting there getting more and more turned on, hoping that I'll make you like Lindsay here. That's why you're going to write a story about me that doesn't mention any of this. You're going write that the truth about me is that I'm just a boring guy addicted to work, who spends his free time reading books and doing crosswords or some shit."

Sandra knew this all this to be true. She felt her body responding to the truth, her nipples hardening, her pussy getting slick with anticipation.

"Please," she said.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me, Congressman."

***

The Congressman told her more truths as he fucked her from behind. She knew now how much she enjoyed making love to women, and she expressed that truth as she licked Lindsay's pussy. She could finally admit to herself how much she's been wanting to get fucked in the ass. And she knew that she still loved her boyfriend, but that the truth was that she didn't need to feel any guilt for seeking out more cock. There was joy in being a slut, and even more joy in being the Congressman's slut.

She still didn't agree with many of his policies. But she found that she little interest in making him any more of a target for the Journal. She conceded to herself that while he stood against everything she had been raised to believe him, he was still exactly what this government needed:

An honest politician.