The Politician and the Avenger

The Politician and The Avenger

By Jeymar, March 2018

While driving along the empty street to an important meeting, he saw her leaning against the lamppost. She could not be more than 18 or 19 years old. She was scantily dressed. Under her leather jacket, he could make out her corset, and from her breeches that she wore just above her loins, he saw she was sporting spandex leggings.

He stopped the car and addressed her, asking if she was in trouble.

“No,” she replied, “I’m just a girl standing before a stranger, asking to be loved. If you know what I mean.”

“I get what you’re saying, but my code of honor does not allow me to fool around with scantily dressed young girls. Besides, I do not like picking up and paying prostitutes for sex.”

“Hey, Buster, I’m no whore, and didn’t I ask you for any money? You look groovy, so I thought we might enjoy each other; I’ve been so lonely since I left home that I figured we could have some fun. Unless you’re happily married and faithful and never cheat on your wife, or is it your boyfriend or husband?”

“Nothing of the sort; I am married for too long, but you look so young; how old are you anyway?”

“I celebrated my 20th birthday a week ago. How old are you? I would say no more than 35, but surely not past 40.”

Her declaration made him laugh loudly: “Young lady, I’m well past my 50th birthday. I’m 56 years old. Listen, I can drop you anywhere if you need a lift.” He was hoping she was buying his innocent-sounding scheming pitch.

“Yeah, sure! Can you drop me in front of the hotel on Main Street? I might find a dirty old man there who won’t be afraid of sharing a moment of tenderness and make me feel loved.”

“Well, hop in, lass. I’ll take you there.” When she entered the car, he noticed the stirrups on her cowgirl boots. “That’s weird apparel you have there on your boots. Aren’t they out of place in the city?”

“Tell you the truth. I don’t give a fuck about what you or anyone thinks about how I dress. I always like and wear those from morning till night.”

After a short drive, they finally got to the hotel. “Here you are, sweetie. Do you have a room here?”

“Pfft, how do you think I could afford a room here? I barely have enough money to last a few days of eating and won’t waste it on a hotel room. I’ll slip around the back and find a hiding place to sleep tonight.”

“I’ll tell you what, and please don’t be offended; I could get you a room; it would be a pity to see you stranded outside.” Now, he was praying that she would accept his offer. Maybe if he could get her to take him up on his offer, she would let him accompany her to her room.]

“Hey, I told you I’m not in this for money or other compensation. You know, you might be one of those dirty older men that my friends warned me about. If you’re not about giving and sharing a little love and fun, you best be departed.” she had him swallowing line, hook, and sinker. She knew it, but he was still playing hard to get. She knew the type, but she wouldn’t give in easily either. The game was on, and she knew she would soon have him where she wanted. She had known who he was, and his political friends would soon hear about this. He would pay for how he destroyed her little sister.

“Sweetie, I’ll only pay for the room so you can have a good place and a warm bed to sleep in tonight. If you’re OK with it, let’s go in and register as father and daughter so that the clerk won’t get suspicious.” Now, he hoped that he had her in his grasp.

She knew he was a pervert into BDSM. She had noticed from the lump in his pants that he was already hard, just thinking about what he would do to her.

“OK, if you don’t have any conditions, I’ll accept it as a token of make-believe love.” “Oh! How he will regret his attraction to abusing young girls. I know that he doesn’t believe for a moment that I’m 20. He wouldn’t go through all this if he thought I was over 16. He probably thinks I’m 15 or 16 at the most, maybe younger.”

They walked indirectly to the reception desk, and she let him ask the clerk if he had any room available. He was shaking from febricity. Although he tried to control himself, he felt hot and sweaty.

“Excuse me, young man, would you have a two-night room?” He didn’t notice that the girl had one finger on the counter as he asked the question.

“I’m sorry, but the only available room has a single bed.” He looked at her finger, which she soon replaced with a second one, the code they had established beforehand. One finger was for one bed only, and two meant that her victim would share the room for the trap she had set.

“That’s OK; the room is only for my daughter since I have to handle business. I’ll ensure she’s settled well enough, then be on my way.”

“If you say so, I’ll need some identification for the registration before allowing you to go up to the room. Security procedures, you understand. Any child abuser could pretend the girl is their daughter, while she is not.”

“Young man, do you have any idea who I am? Your boss will hear about this! You better not make any trouble for me or my daughter.” Being a high-ranked politician, he knew how to control people, and this young firebrand was no match.

“Please, sir, I’m only following orders; it’s out of my discretion. I do need identification, at least for registering. It could be yours or hers. I suppose it doesn’t matter since you’ll pay for the room?”

“That’s better. Here is my driver’s permit. Make it quick; I don’t have all day.”

After filling out the registrar and having the customer sign it, the clerk handed him the card key.

On their way up to the elevator, the clerk asked: “Do you have any luggage to bring up? I can have one of our porters bring it up for you.”

“No, we’ll go shopping later for my daughter so she can have a new change of clothes. Thank you.”

“Well, you took care of that, didn’t you? Oh! By the way, what should I call you besides father? What is your name? Mine is Angela; you can call me Angel or Angie, whatever you prefer”, as they walked to their room.

“You can call me Robert or Bob or Father. Whichever you prefer.”

“Can I call you Bobby?” She knew that this was what his wife called him and that he hated it.

“No, please call me Bob or Robert. I hate the name, Bobby.”

“As you wish, Bobby, baby.”

He twitched at her arrogance.

She burst out laughing. She found it so much fun, having annoyed this pedophile. It would be the first of his suffering. She vowed to hurt him more mentally than physically.

As soon as they got in the room, she turned around and told him she would get a shower. No more shortly had she said that she started to disrobe. She could see the tent in his trousers, even if they were loosely fit.