Those brilliant sapphire eyes caught Scott's stare as Skylar walked in, and their vibrant color glinted in mischievous allure and sinful intent.  He hadn't been able to ignore his curiosity, Skylar's very presence was such that intoxicated, and one could not be in the creature's proximity and not be affectively beckoned by the primal instinct she had a skill of provoking.  Susceptible to her will and their own urges, souls were anything but safe around the fiendish creature of lust, but this had been exactly what had made her so useful.  That very quality of silent manipulation had been Scott's ace in the hole, his secret weapon.  Only now, she was committed to using it against him for the selfish purpose of her own enjoyment.<br/><br/>Approaching with a slightly exaggerated sway of her hips, her smirk spoke to the fact she knew he had seen her draped over his Chief of staff just moments before, and as he gestured towards the sofa, her sensual stride carried her to meet him.  She paused a moment, facing him squarely in passing, and though but a moment, her gaze had time to drop between them, and a quite murmur of appeasement rattled in her chest at the evidence of his aroused state.  Her decadent smile lifted then, but as she lowered herself to sit, her gemstone gaze regarded him under sooty lashes and her smirk turned bitten, all but begging him to let her have what he kept restrained behind the zipper of his jeans.  He elected to hold on to his dignity however and sat in the chair opposite her instead, and Skylar crossed one shapely leg over the other to mimic his professional demeanor if not slightly in mocking.<br/><br/>Imari hadn't taken her eyes off of Skylar either as they entered, and as the scandalous brunette situated herself in front of her boss, Imari had to admit, even from her vantage point, the woman was a delectable vision to watch.  How on Earth were they going to deny her desires, the very thing she survived on? Having her here would be dangerous, but, perhaps that was half the reason Imari found herself becoming more drawn to the idea, or perhaps that was merely Skylar doing what she did best.  At this point the blonde could no longer be sure. One thing she could be sure of  was that things would never be dull with Skylar around.  In that moment her imagination wandered, envisioning Skylar's spider like fingers lifting then to thumb the button of Scott's jeans while his large hand weaved into the thick, heavy curls of her dark hair.  It wasn't until Scott moved to sit himself that Imari broke her ill focused attention and attempted to recall why she was there, though that proved to be increasingly difficult with her seemingly one track mind as she came to sit beside Skylar on the low seated couch.<br/><br/>She heard Scott talking, 'what can she do for us?' being the last thing that truly registered, as she watched his lips move, while the rest of his words got lost somewhere between the heat radiating from the brunette beside her and the remembrance of her eariler assertions.  'All you have to do is ask,' Skylar's raspy voice echoed for only Imari to hear, and the blonde shifted slightly in her seat, her rich brown eyes closing for a moment as she tried to gather herself.  Her jaw clinched, and she took in a steady breath before her gaze fluttered open at the inquiry directed at her.  She stumbled to find words to answer him for a moment, but with a tender nod she confirmed that his suggestions were agreeable.  "That would certainly help with my work load if Skylar took over a few of the less cumbersome committees," she confirmed, "and since Nevada already loves her, there would be little breaking in as far as making her our middle man there."<br/><br/>"Well now it just sounds like you're trying to get rid of me," Skylar interrupted with an obviously feigned pout, since she was neither slighted nor disappointed with the prospect.  She could handle whatever task they shifted her way, but that wasn't to say she didn't expect to be fully compensated for it.  She would give them what they wanted, and keep their consituants happy…one way or another, however, Skylar would only help Scott's cause for as long as they helped hers.  Nothing she ever did was free, and soon enough not only Imari would know she expected to paid not with money likely best used elsewhere, but with flesh.  Together, the three of them had the opportunity to create a denisty, their success would be hers, and so would their gratitude.  Like most men, Scott may have thought he would be the head of this house, but Skylar knew differently.  He was their face, their ideas, but the vixen was their power.<br/><br/>Imari shook her head lightly and as her eyes rolled her hand came to graze the woman's crossed leg with something akin to reassurance.  "No one is trying to get rid of you," she cooed light-heartedly, and even as she exicuted the tender touch that traveled up Skylar's shaply thigh, Imari knew the graze was more Skylar's doing than her own, but even still her hand lingered anyway, long enough to cross the line between kind-hearted nature and mere desire for contact.  "Just trying to utilize your best qualities. You already have a running report with our base, and your face shall be better than a new one any day.  Many of them trust you already, and besides it gives you the chance to get out of this stifling city."<br/><br/>The hand upon her thigh shifted to trail along Skylar's cheek, and the vixen turned into it slightly, her blue eyes locking with Imari's as the blonde's thumb drew closer to her lips where her teeth softly caught the digit in a playful bite that her lips soon folded over.  It was cute that Imari thought she could refrain from the yearnings Skylar produced here, but the woman's will not so strong, and even though her hand trembled to pull away, Imari let her finger linger between the brunette's red lips a moment until it slowly drew back to pull down softly on the bottom tier of her plump pout.  "The city can't be so trifling with you both here," she murmured, as her mouth was freed from Imari's invasive thumb, and her eyes cut to the handsome congressman that sat across from them.  "I'm happy to do whatever it is that you think shall help," she told him, as Imari brought her hand to comb through her hair, a desperate excuse for her hands to wander as she argued with herself against it.  "You name it boss, tell me what I can do to make your life easier, and consider it done.  I'm a quick learner," Skylar hummed while her eyes closed to enjoy Imari's nimble digits brushing along her scalp for a moment.  "And always looking to please…"<br/><br/>Imari's hand found the end of Skylar's strands, and as she spoke of her own suggestive assurances, the blonde chided herself for the fact her roaming refused to relinquish the feel of their silent partner even as her gaze too turned to address the man she had been longing after for the better part of a year.  That traveling hand fell once again to rest upon Skylar's upper thigh.  Everything within her screamed they were too close for comfort, but she was too far into the pits of her own needs to heed the warnings.  Only Skylar could stop her now, and the chances that she would now were near to none.  "I wouldn't have insisted on bringing her closer if I hadn't thought she would make a decadent fit," Imari's softer voice argued, both out of honest opinion and the magic of Skylar's leading seduction.  "She's quite the force to be reckoned with when she gets her mind to it."<br/><br/>Skylar giggled, running her own palm along Imari's leg, her finger tips dipping to taunt the blonde's inner thigh, "Oh, he has no idea."