He had no inkling of what was going on in the room next to his office. He could imagine though. His pacing when he was on the phone gave him a glimpse at a certain moment of the two women. Skylar was behind her girlfriend, her hands on those heavy breasts, squeezing. With that image he had to see more. He wanted his own hands on those breasts, wanted to tease and tug her nipples as he’d fuck her with long, deep strokes. But he wanted to do the same to the brunette. Even though Imari had stolen his heart, along the campaign trail already, the brunette wakened something primal, something more sordid inside of him. He was sure Skylar liked it rough. Hard. Where Imari was certainly one to take more gently.<br/><br/>That image, those two kinds of personalities, only worsened the feeling inside of him. He didn’t know if he could hold back. Certainly when Skylar was around in the office more often. The brunette had been a frequent apparition on the campaign trail. But Imari had somehow manuevered herself between the two of them on a regular basis. Had kept the girlfriend at an arms length. He wondered though, how things looked in their apartment, with just the two of them. The images of them kissing, making love, fingers deep in tight little orifices. It was bloody insane. A little nudge? He didn’t hardly need it.<br/><br/>The second glimpse he caught was more daring. The brunette was leaning over the blonde, hand down south, the other still on her chest. He was sure that Skylar had seen him take a look. Was there a glint of pleasure in her eyes, was there a grin on her face? He was sure Imari was out of focus, didn’t catch him at all. There was a slight falter in his words when he spoke to Congressman Wyatt. He had to drag himself back to the conversation somehow. God. Those fishnets he had seen, was she wearing fishnet stockings? Or were they part of a pantyhose. He hoped the first. Easier to leave on, a way hotter image too.<br/><br/>But it couldn’t last. He couldn’t act on it, could he? The third glance gave him an image of that chair turned around, the blondes lips mashed against the brunettes. Oh jesus… fucking… Christ. They shouldn’t hire her. She was playing with fire. But right now, he wanted to reward Skylar for her audacious behaviour with a huge load of seed deep in that tight little cunt. He wanted to inseminate her womb with his cum, wanted to mark his territory. Fuck, girlfriends? They would have to adhere to him, have to defer to him, he would call the shots. An image of them both on a leash at a party. That could never be the case. He had to have an air of respectability.<br/><br/>The phone call with the Congressman was done half heartedly, thankfully the man himself was busy too and did it with half his attention. They agreed on certain vote roll calls within the DoD commission. That was all he needed to hear. So the phonecall was over quite quickly. It left him leaning against his desk, trying to collect his thoughts. He had to get out of this train of thought. If they’d walk in at that moment, they would certainly see the thick bulge in his jeans. It was hard, it was throbbing. He couldn’t help himself. Skylar had been blunt in the past, hinting that he could have them both. That their duet could turn into something for three. He wanted that. He knew it. To hell with getting elected. God. His balls were so fucking full. He needed to unload, literally.<br/><br/>He looked up as the brunette came in first. He gestured at the couch, the modern styled sofa, for her to settle down. Somehow sitting low, on the comfortable chairs and that sofa, made things less formal, less official. A good thing for a job interview with someone like her. He could act like a Congressman, use his desk as a shield between the two women and him, but he shouldn’t. Didn’t he learn as a Marine to take these sort of things head first? Jesus. What a pun was that? He was nearly shivering with need by now.<br/><br/>To collect himself, he downed the remains of his coffee. Wishing for something stronger. A whiskey? Not at this hour surely. Though they always had something with alcohol inside the office. He looked at Skylar, his eyes seemingly distant. As if he was looking through her. But the cleavage that slowly heaved with her breath was noticed. A tight little package on high heels. “Ok…” he spoke. More to collect his own thoughts again, which kept going astray. “A job interview.”. With that he headed over to the sofa. Standing in front of her for a second or two, if she had settled down. Which brought her eyelevel with that tent in his jeans. That could never do… so he just sat down in one of the chairs.<br/><br/>“Have you got any idea what she can do for us?” as he looked at Imari for a moment. The few seconds pause were hardly enough to get any sort of line in between his own. Because he went on, figuring it was better to talk over the tension instead of leaving it hanging in the air. His eyes back to Skylar as he went on. “You know Imari is my chief of staff. I guess we can divide work by dividing the three committees I’m a seated on. You help with prep on the other two, Imari sticks by my side on the DoD, I guess it’s the most important committee for me these two years. I rather have you as the contact for the field office back in Nevada too.”<br/><br/>Yes. That was a good thought, it might mean she would have to travel back and forth between DC and his home state a little, a lot, which meant she wouldn’t be here with her blunt ways and distract him. “Perhaps we should start with you prepping the itinerary for the trip in two weeks?”. He looked at Imari for a second to see if she thought that was a good idea. “Will that work?”. He finally was hitting the stride of trying to get it to business. Looking at Imari though, that hard slab of manmeat jerked again. Would she ride him, while the hands of her friend would work her clit and tits? Ai. Not too damn good. That was the train of thought he had to lose.