This is a sexual story; so don't read if you are easily offended. I, Shon Richards, write this story and it is copyrighted by me. Please do not post this story without my permission. E-mail is always adored, so don't be shy. In fact, if future episodes are to be created, they will need healthy funding. Since money is not yet transferable over e-mail, compliments will be happily accepted. For more Thigh vs. Thigh, go to /~shonRichards/ Thigh vs. Thigh, Bicameral White Female By Shon Richards Bethany Taylor patiently ate her ice cream. It was good ice cream. It should have been considering how expensive everything in this restaurant was. Only the rich and powerful ate here, and in Washington D.C., that meant politicians. One of those politicians was who Bethany was after today. Jacob Herne was a very powerful, very married, very important senator on a committee that was about to reward a government contract to Bethany's employers, Diligent Enterprises or their rivals, Paragon Industries. Bethany's bosses owned two members of the committee, while Paragon owned two others. John was the swing vote, which is why Bethany was here today. Bethany saw that the senator was looking at her covertly. As well he should. Bethany was wearing her a very low cut red halter-top that barely held her lovely tanned breasts. Her blond hair was pulled up in an elegant coif, giving her an air of sophistication that contrasted with her lack of a bra. This was the hard part, Bethany mused. Senators were used to women throwing themselves at them. The trick was to get a senator to come to her. She had one shot, and if it failed, she would have to resort to rope and pliers to get his vote. Bethany carelessly let the ice cream slip from her spoon and onto the top of her cleavage. The blonde shivered as the vanilla cream hit her breast and the goose pimples that rose on her body were completely legitimate. The embarrassed looking around she did was not. After making a show of seeing if anyone was watching, Bethany played her trump card. She cupped her halter-top and lifted her breast to her mouth. Bending her head down, Bethany quickly licked the ice cream straight from the skin of her breast. At the corner of her eye, she saw the senator drop his fork. When she released her breast, she saw the senator wave a waiter over and point in her direction. Seducing powerful men in a crowded restaurant wasn't easy but that was why they paid industrial spies like Bethany the big money. Bethany had already decided on a spa vacation that she was going to indulge herself with after collecting the bounty on this mission. As the waiter approached her with a drink and a message, Bethany allowed herself a musing thought. "I wonder where that bitch, Amy Valentine is?" ~~~ Amy Valentine arrived at the restaurant late. Her white miniskirt was riding up her magnificent ass and she was in a foul mood. She was nearly mugged twice on her way here and all the bone breaking she inflicted slowed her down. She checked her make-up while in the lobby. Her hair was perfect, dark brown tresses falling around her face in a not-quite messy style. Her bright eyes were peeking out from under round gold trimmed glasses that she didn't need. Her breasts were visible behind a white blouse that needed a bra to be decent. Amy smiled. Her tits may not be big, but who cares when you can see the tips of her nipples? When the agent was escorted into the dining area, she scanned the room for her target. She was looking for Jacob Herne, a very powerful, very important senator on a committee that was about to reward a government contract to Amy's employers, Paragon Industries or their rivals, Diligent Enterprises. Amy's bosses owned two members of the committee, while Diligent owned two others. John was the swing vote, which is why Amy was here today. As she sat down, she spotted John Herne. Her blood chilled at the sight of the busty blonde laughing on his arm. It was that slut, Bethany Taylor! That silicone-stuffed cow was practically falling out of a red halter-top. Did the woman have any shame? Amy watched the two flirt, angry as Hell that Bethany had beat her to him. Shortly, the two left together, surrounded by bodyguards. Amy's mind raced, trying to think of how to turn this around. She paid her check before the food arrived and followed after the couple. She was surprised when instead of going to a car, the flirting couple walked to a hotel next door. It took Amy only two minutes to convince the hotel clerk to tell her which room the senator took his new girlfriend. Hotel clerks love it when they get to pull money from between a woman's thighs to collect their bribe. With her new information, Amy walked back outside. "Standard blackmail procedures at Diligent Enterprises use a photographer from a distant vantage point," Amy thought. It was handy to study the classes your opposition taught. Amy activated a stud on her glasses, and computer enhanced lenses went to work. She looked up at the hotel the senator was in, and her sight zoomed in to locate the window that led into his room. She then looked at the office building across from the hotel, and found what she was looking for. Right there, on the sixth floor, a man was setting up a camera on a tripod. "Excellent," Amy smiled. She tapped the stud on her glasses and headed for the office building. Usurping someone else's blackmail/seduction scheme was never easy, but then that's why they paid industrial spies like Amy the large salaries. Amy had her accountant ready to buy a new stable when she received the paycheck for this mission. ~~~ Bethany looked at the hotel room and forced a fake smile. Her face was beginning to hurt. "What an expensive room!" she lied. She wouldn't deign to live in a dump like this. Only three stars? "Only the best for America's Chosen." John Herne bragged. "Thank God he's handsome," Bethany thought to herself. "Or else I would have to hurt this arrogant shit." John was handsome for a man his age. Just over fifty and with all of his hair, John Herne was almost a stud by politician standards. He wasn't fat, his smile had all of his original teeth and he was a solid six feet of man. "Shall I order something?" John asked. "Yes, I get it, you're wealthy," Bethany said to herself. What she said out loud was, "why order anything? Is there something here that doesn't satisfy you?" She set her purse down on the table and sucked in her breath to expand her chest. John's grin said it all. "Sit here," Bethany said, guiding him to the bed. "Right in front of the window?" John asked, his smugness gone for a second. "Yes, right where the world can see a beautiful woman sucking off a powerful man," Bethany said, kneeling before him. His smugness returned. "Yes, and it's not like anyone can see us. Let's do it." ~~~ Amy found the room she needed. This section of the building was closed off for some sort of electrical inspection yet Amy noticed there weren't any inspectors in sight. Obviously Bethany thought of everything except for a certain brunette agent who knew her methods. The door was locked. After unlocking it with a clever lock pick Amy kept in her watch, she dealt with the man inside. The room was someone's office and the man had made himself comfortable behind the desk. The young man jumped to his feet when Amy entered but after having his legs swept out by Amy and a gun pressed to his chest, he surrendered. "So predictable," Amy sighed as she tied the man to the chair behind the desk. After gagging him, she walked over to the tripod that held the camera. It was a nice model. Amy whistled as she looked through the camera and saw Bethany kneeling before John Herne. "Very predictable," Amy smiled. The bound man said nothing. He was just glad he had Amy's ass to look at while he sat behind her. ~~~ "There's something about men in power," Bethany said as she unzipped John's pants. "It just makes me want to be close to them." She pulled his pants and underwear down around his ankles. "I am quite powerful," John added. "Hush," Bethany said gently while restraining the urge to say something less polite. She knew what would shut him up. The blonde pulled her halter top off over her head. Her breasts hung heavy on her chest, tanned, round and firm. It shut him up. Nestled in gray pubic hair, John's cock was throbbing visibly. Bethany took his member in hand and pointed it towards her lips. John moaned as her lips came closer but then he sighed as her cool tongue licked him. Long swipes of her tongue covered his cock, leaving a messy trail of saliva. Never did his cock actually enter her mouth, but John didn't complain. ~~~ "Damn," Amy said as she looked in the camera. The bound man was thinking the same thing. Amy had to bend over to look through the camera and when she did, her miniskirt would rise up and he could see her naked pussy underneath. "Damn," Amy repeated. She felt the familiar twinges inside her. Ever since that one special summer when she was 17, Amy had found voyeur situations to be incredibly erotic. Her summer camp cabin was located right by the popular make-out spot and Amy spent too many nights spying out her windows to watch the counselors having sex. It left an impression on the woman that followed her into adult hood. Just the act of seeing people having sex enflamed her own sex drive to no end. Even apparently when it was her archenemy having the sex! Amy looked at the bound man. His eyebrows rose hopefully. "No," she said aloud. "Having sex with you while you're under duress would just be wrong." The man nearly screamed in protest. The only duress he felt was his tight pants. Sadly for him, his gag prevented him from saying so. Oblivious to the man's desire to participate, Amy reached between her legs. She wanted to stand and just watch with her special glasses, but she had to make sure the camera caught all of the action. Since she was still bent over, her miniskirt was rising high enough for the man to see her fingers stroke her sex. Her fingers plunged right in, sinking to her knuckles. "Make it last, Bethany," Amy moaned. Her thumb went to her clit and rubbed her swollen nub as her fingers fucked herself. The act of spying was so erotic to Amy; she had the hardest time standing. Her knees wanted to buckle and she had a tendency to lower and raise her ass as she stroked. ~~~ "Are we nice and slick?" Bethany asked. His cock was covered in her saliva, shiny and slippery in her hand. "Yes," Senator Herne groaned. "Good," Bethany responded. She knelt closer and placed her tits around his cock. Bethany rested her tits on his thighs while still gripping his cock close to her chest. Looking up at him with her big blue eyes, Bethany stroked his cock. Senator Herne moaned and Bethany smiled. "I've always wanted a senator's cum on my tits," Bethany said. "To feel that hot splash of cream would just make me cum in my skirt. Can you do this fantasy for me?" "Yes!" Senator Herne growled. Bethany released his cock and pressed her soft tits against him. The senator began to hump the valley between her breasts; the bed creaking to his lewd rhythm. Bethany kept pressing her tits from the sides, keeping his hard cock smothered in mammaries. His cock was slick enough to keep sliding, and when his tip poked out from between her breasts, Bethany would flick her tongue at the red cock. ~~~ "Fuck," Amy moaned. Two fingers buried in her pussy weren't enough. Her other hand reached behind her and sought her ass. Pulling aside one cheek, she placed a wet finger at her ass. Pushing on her asshole, Amy masturbated faster while the bound man watched helplessly. She stared through the camera and watched the blonde and the senator. He was going to cum soon, the spying brunette just knew it. When he did, Amy would watch it all and that only made her moan louder. ~~~ Bethany felt some friction between her tits. She released her grip on her breasts, and dropped her mouth over the senator's cock. Straight down her mouth slid, engulfing his hard manhood down to his hilt. Slower, she came back up. Her tongue licked his cock, soaking him with fresh spit as her lips vibrated slightly. When she reached the tip of his cock, his manhood was slick again. "That should last you," Bethany said. The senator merely moaned. She wrapped her tits around him and began to bounce. Her breasts were so soft and his cock was so slippery. There was a wet, skin on skin sound as her tits fucked him. Bethany titled her head down and opened her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, inviting him to cover her with his cream. He complied. Bethany almost flinched when the white load popped up, but her spy training forbade her from showing weakness. Her tongue caught the first of his cum and she quickly swallowed the cream into her mouth. She gripped his cock and continued to masturbate the groaning senator. For a senior citizen, he had a lot to discharge and Bethany faithfully allowed him to cover her massive breasts with all he had. Her breasts covered and sticky, Bethany licked her lips. ~~~ "Fuck!" Amy moaned as the senator had his climax. Her own pussy clenched around her fingers as her orgasm hit her. Amy's knees shook, making her ass quiver as her climax rocked her body. Amy laughed, standing back up and licking her fingers. It didn't get any better than this! She had photos of a married senator getting a titjob, she had great voyeur sex, and the best part of all; she fucked over that bitch, Bethany! "Bye-bye" Amy said to the bound man as she turned to leave, taking the camera with her. The phone on the desk rang. Amy paused. She tapped the zoom stud on her glasses, and saw that Bethany was making a phone call from the senator's room. The topless blonde still had cum on her chest. The senator was nowhere in sight, most likely using the bathroom to clean up. Amy couldn't let this opportunity to brag go by. "Yes?" Amy said as she picked up the phone. "Who is this?" Bethany hissed on the other end. "It's me, Amy," Amy bragged. "That was quite a performance you did. Don't worry; I have it all on this camera. I'll send you a copy after my company blackmails Mr. Herne." To Amy's confusion, Bethany laughed. "Let me guess," Bethany said. "You figured out where my camera was because of the blackmail training program at my company, right?" "Yes," Amy confirmed. "I don't know why you're laughing. You just got a chest full of sperm for nothing." "I'm laughing because I thought teaching a class on blackmail was stupid," Bethany laughed. "You'll find that when you develop the film, that all of the film was exposed to sunlight before being entered into the camera." "Why the fuck would you do that?" Amy asked, a chill settling on her shoulders. Bethany lifted her purse from the table, and pulled the hidden camera out. "I rather have you watching with a useless camera than stopping me from using the real one." Amy dropped the camera in her hands and growled. "Excuse me, Amy, I have a few conditions I need to explain to Diligent Enterprises' newly blackmailed senator. Good-bye." Want more adventures of Amy and Bethany? Send me an e-mail at shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net.