Cartwright - Pride and Punishment

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Pride and Punishment

by Holly Cartwright

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Published in 2013

by House of Erotica - an imprint of Andrews UK

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Amy Swallow

I want to be interviewing that stuck up asshole by the end of the week. You make that happen or you get yourself another job. Understood?

Amy Swallow, head of investigative journalism at The Daily Monitor, a thriving London broadsheet, was addressing her team in the papers conference room. Five people sat at the table looking nervous as she paced powerfully at the front of the room. She was a young woman with a terrifying and ruthless determination.

Understood? she shouted at them again.

Yes, Miss Swallow. Understood, was the cowered reply.

Amy Swallow was younger than every person who was in that room, just twenty-five. She was considerably less-experienced in the journalism profession, but she was feared by them all. Amy was tall and gently curved around her hips and behind and had an impressively ample chest that sat up pert and demanded attention. She had an undeniably beautiful face, sharp featured and high cheek boned and angular in a way that gave her a slightly aggressive look. She had long blonde hair that she straightened with a zeal for perfection.

I want Alexander Broadmoor on a plate. I want to know if hes got the balls to take on the highest profile journalist in London today. I want to know if hes got the balls to go toe to toe with me. He wont want to do it. Hell be scared to take it on. But if hes as ambitious as people say he is, if he really is the latest rising political star, then he wont be able to resist the big spread, the exposure that he knows I will give him. So get him for me. Tempt him with everything I am, everything I can offer him. Seduce that aristocratic throw back. Appeal to his desire to be Prime Minister. But get him for me and let me rip through him.

Those present nodded and scribbled down notes. The worried looks on their faces suggested that this task might be too much. They knew more about Alexander Broadmoor than she did, and getting that interview wouldnt be achieved by flattering him, or appealing to ambition. He was a sight more complicated than that.

What do we know about him? she asked. What have you got for me?

Thirty-five, aristocratic family, said one of the women present.

Not good enough, Amy replied. Come on. I want more.

The bright young star of the Conservative government, promoted into the cabinet seemingly having done little to warrant the position, said one of the men present.

Better, said Amy. More.

Etonian, Oxfordian

Oxonian, Amy corrected.

Into parliament almost as a right of birth given his family. Some people accuse him of arrogance.

Naturally. What else?

Minister of Foreign Affairs. A steady cabinet role, said another. Probably indicates hes being groomed by the Conservative top brass for the future.

I want more.

Limited accounts of him from friends or associates. Never been profiled personally in the press. Unknown quantity.

And?

Last Minister in that role sacked for drunkenness. Perhaps Conservative elite see him as someone who can sit down and say nothing? A poster boy, a good face, to sit on the front bench. But trusted to not bring any negative headlines? Perhaps.

The last comment came from Dylan, a thirty year old journalist and the newest member of Amy Swallows support team.

She was glaring at him.

Youre just giving me guess work. Its bullshit. I need to know about this fucker. I dont want to know what you think he might be like. Fuck me, Dylan. Did you really just say that shit?

He hesitated. Looking around at the others for support he found nothing. His voice wavering, he said, I thought we were bouncing ideas around, you know, brain storming and stuff.

I dont do brain storming and stuff, Dylan. I do facts. I do the best fucking investigative journalism in the world and the best fucking features this paper has ever seen. I havent got time for your fucking wandering mind.

Sorry.

Everyone get the fuck out, she said. And get me that fucking interview.

Her team stood up and left quickly, everyone happy to get out of that oppressive atmosphere of intimidation and searing pressure.

Amy spoke up. Dylan, wait back, she said.

Dylan did as instructed.

Shut the door.

He did as instructed.

Lock it and shut the blinds.

He did as instructed.

Look, he said Im sorry about that. The other teams Ive worked in we put theories forward. I know what you want now.

You clearly dont know what I want, she said. I couldnt give a rats ass about all that. Now come here and lick me.

Dylan stood motionless, his mouth open, his face incredulous. Did he just hear her right? Did she just say lick me?

Amy sat back on the desk, hitched her skirt up and pulled her thin black panties down stepping out of them and leaving them crumpled on the floor as she widened her stance.

Dylan remained motionless, shocked and petrified.

Get between my legs and lick my pussy before I change my mind.

Dylan looked at the exposed thighs and shaven flesh between Amys legs, with the soft pink lips perfectly formed and realised this was too good an opportunity to pass up on. Amy Swallow was a stunning young woman who he had masturbated over more than once since starting work with her. And now she was inviting him to lick her beautiful pussy. Fuck, what was he waiting for?

He walked over to her, knelt between her legs and started to kiss up the flesh of her thighs.

Oh, come on man, she said. Lets get to the pussy for fucks sake. And she grabbed his head and pulled it into her pink flesh then lent back and started to grope over her large breasts.

He licked over her pussy with real enthusiasm now, using his fingers to part her lips and expose her clit and sucking at it and, at the same time, sliding a finger into her tight hole and fingering up towards her g-spot. His tongue flicked in and out of her hole and then back up to flick over her clit. He was enjoying the taste of her, perfumed almost, so clean and smooth and perfect.

Oh, yeah, you fucker. Lick my pussy. Lick it like you love it. Come on, show me you love it.

Amy opened up her top and pulled one of her large breasts from her bra and started playing with her nipple, pulling it up to her mouth and licking over it and squeezing at it hard, enjoying that dull pain that seemed to vibrate through her breasts as much as that rampant tongue over her clit.

Dylan looked up at her playing with her beautiful tits and felt his dick get achingly hard. He was desperate to get his hand onto his cock and start playing with it. He was so turned on that his body begged for it but he didnt dare to take the chance with her as he couldnt tell how she would react to it.

Oh, Dylan, now youre getting there. Go on, suck on my clit as hard as you can. Really suck it you dirty fucker. Stick your fingers up inside me.

He did as instructed. She had her hand down between her legs now and was pulling her flesh open for him to get right in at her swollen clit.