A wildcard in the game of politics, Scott Bander had been a fresh faced visionary.  Intelligent, dangerously handsome, and starkly unique in many regards when stacked against those who had wished to out poll him.  In the beginning, that newness had been enough to gain him a respectable amount of attention, attention which had brought the up-and-comer into<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2Fe9%2F0d%2F95%2Fe90d955543d05747d6daeea929ad247e--electra-hair-color.jpg&amp;hash=c7d3da7a548c90f85e53e183180e6dde" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e9/0d/95/e90d955543d05747d6daeea929ad247e--electra-hair-color.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Imari Jamerson's</a>cross hairs in the first place as it had been her job to discredit him.  Working for a local printing company that catered to a certain clientele none too thrilled with idea of sending a Democrat to Washington, Imari had dabbled in a multitude of things, but running the weekly newsletter had been her favored priority despite its long nights and close calls with the presses.  Scott had been the opposing side originally, and although she had set out to be a part of his down fall, much to her surprise she had ended up a large part of his uprising instead.<br/><br/>Imari could still recall how enthralled she had been upon their first meeting.  The way she had drank in his dark, rich gaze and how she had watched the way his lips moved, all but crooning girlishly though she kept her composure as they spoke of strategy and intentions.  However, as smitten as she had found herself with much of his idealism, not to mention his physique, it had been easy for a woman vetted in election minefields, to notice the man was a rookie in a dirty game he didn't really know how to play. She knew it was going to take more than just those broad shoulders and an honorable persona to claim what he had been vying after.  Simply being liked was never enough…nothing short of adored would have landed him his victory, and Imari had decided she'd do everything she could to ensure that happened when she offered her services.  Everything.<br/><br/>Scott Bander was to be their man in Washington, of that she had full confidence, and together, through effort and hard work the public seemed to begin to agree.  But it had been a lot of hard work, a lot of effort, and they had needed a lot of help.<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi0.wp.com%2Fwww.mikeswick.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2017%2F06%2Fhope-christy-mack-war-machine.jpg%3Ffit%3D639%252C481%26ssl%3D1&amp;hash=85b404ceb07b5f802d049a5eccf159f3" href="https://i0.wp.com/www.mikeswick.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/hope-christy-mack-war-machine.jpg?fit=639%2C481&amp;ssl=1" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Skylar Pelisconi </a>had been necessary.  The flashy, no filter, raven haired, roit didn't fight fair, in fact, that had been her entire appeal when Imari sought her out and the women struck a deal.  A complex one in nature and vastly behind the back of the man they were to be supporting, it was still quite the fruitful endeavor even though Scott was left blissfully unaware of it.  Rightfully, Skylar was just as responsible for his warm reception among the masses as Imari was, and had it not been for her, it was questionable whether the shift in habit voting would have ever taken place like it had.  As much as Imari was fond of the bright eyed candidate, she had doubted it, knowing how easy it was for people to do the exact opposite of what was usually best for them.<br/><br/>Working so close for so long, though had its own effects on Imari's initial infatuation, which over time grew more demanding of her attention though she did well to mask it on most occasions.  She was cheeky and they, flirtatious, in a way that came easy, something that, despite their best efforts, invoked whispers about the workplace more than once as election day drew closer.  Whispers, that often times, Imari wished had been true.<br/><br/>The fact she was an attractive woman was not lost on the bombshell.  Imari knew of her womanly assets and even used them tactfully well to her advantage on occasion, but more importantly to her, she was collected, and professional, smart and ambitious.  Well, ambitious up until faced with the knowledge that the man she had begun to covet was aroused the first night they had been forced into sleeping arrangements of intimate proximity.  She hadn't been sleeping, nor had she been blind, but Imari forced herself to resist the delectable temptation, a decision Skylar made a nasty habit of taunting her for once she found out.  However, there had been no time when the dark haired vixen had enjoyed it more than upon their frist few nights in the capital.<br/><br/>Imari had tried to sleep, but like most nights when she had found herself sharing in close spaces with Scott, the task had been difficult, and Skylar had made a point to not make it any easier.  She had tried to conceal the lustful whines, but with the woman in her ear, Imari had been powerless against the suggestion of the fantasy her voice had weaved.  Skylar touched her and spoke of him, the combination having been too much for the blonde to deny and just enough to feed the ravenous woman she had recruited.  Skylar had enjoyed making her squirm, and Imari had been in no position to protest, nor had she really wanted to.<br/><br/>But that had been weeks ago, and though Skylar had attempted to make her own fun while the tight accomodations lasted, Scott had seemed hell bent on ignoring the way her touches lingered and how purposeful the exposure of her supple flesh had been.  A denial that had begun to irritate Skylar, a creature very much used to having her way, though it had undoubtedly appeased Imari.  Had she been jealous?  Perhaps of the woman's boldness, but Scott's will had only amplified her respect for the man, further causing her desires to root.  Did she really want Skylar weaseling her way into their team? No, but much like the night Skylar had delivered her to ecstasy under Scott's name, Imari didn't have much of a choice.<br/><br/>Imari's doe brown eyes lifted from behind her desk and a decadent smile graced her fine features as her focus traded Skylar for Scott upon his entrance.  Skylar, who's back had been to the door, removed the stilettoes she had perched upon the blonde's workspace and swiveled to add her devilsh smirk to his greeting, and was the one who broke the silence first.  "Mornin' handsome," she cooed, getting to her feet to saunter towards him, her well formed pencil skirt only amplifing the generous sway of her hips with it's modestly snug length.  Her hair down, it framed her face favorably and covered the more abrasive appearance of her shaved sides, while the long sleeves of her Oxford further softened the striking womans appearance, though her fishnets and stilettoes did well to contradict it all the same.<br/><br/>Reaching for the cup caddie in his hands, Skylar lifted them from his possession and arched a playfully inquisitive brow.  "You'd think this should be her job," she remarked in good humor, a slight flick of her head gesturing towards Imari as she plucked one of the cups from its place and handed it to Scott before turning away to slink back and do the same for the blonde. The two women shared a momentary glance, Skylar's quite entertained with herself, while Imari's was not so much, but she accepted her coffee nevertheless and returned her attention to her boss as she tucked a strand of pale blonde hair behind her ear.<br/><br/>"Good morning, Scott," she said, her honeysuckle voice chimed, far softer than Skylar's slightly more raspy one.  "Decided to go a little Easy Rider today I see?" A glint in her eyes spoke to a certain approval of his worn leather and jeans as she took a sip from the perfecly ordered caffeine fix that proved he knew her well.  "Thank you," Imari lifted the warm beverage in a salute of gratitude and grinned sweetly before relinquishing it to her desk to be replaced with the collection of post-its that were meant to remind Scott of the those on his to call list.  It was her turn to stand, but Imari didn't approach him, she rounded her desk instead and took to leaning slightly along its ledge and flagged him down with a wave of the notes clasped gently between her fingers.<br/><br/>Much different than the woman who accompanied them, Imari was subtle in the flaunting of her succulent figure.  The dark green of her own blouse, played well with her honey eyes, but it's conservative neckline did little to entice unlike the suggestively popped buttons that adorns Skylar's.  Her black pants and classic heels gave length to her legs and hugged softly to flatter but were careful not to boast.  The elegance of Imari's form was not hidden, but it was not advertised outright either this morning, and suddenly, now that she found herself standing between the two, she wished she had made a better selection.