The bell rings, and I open the door.
I’ve never seen her before. She’s Asian. I figure from everything I know, I’m guessing Chinese? Slim. Nice pair of tits. Shoulder length black hair. Slender. Black pencil skirt.
“Mayor Jeffries?” she asks in perfect crisp English. I don’t know why I was expecting any different but I shake myself the fuck awake.
Since when do beautiful Asian women come knocking on my fucking door?
Well, actually, don’t try to answer that because I had this one reporter come through and knock I think maybe three weeks ago? Although she was Japanese. Anyways, came with some flimsy excuse about wanting to interview the youngest mayor in America. Ten fucking minutes. That’s how long before her skirt was hiked up around her waist and she was calling out to God as I rammed my cock into her fucking cunt. Made her cum so hard she was literally trembling.
“Are you okay?” the lady asks again and I snap out of whatever that was up there.
“Hi, yeah I’m the mayor,” I say to the woman, instinctively putting out my hand. “You are?”
She shakes my hand. She’s got a firm grip. “My name is Tina Ling, and I’m representing the city of Shanghai in the People’s Republic of China,” she says to me.
She looks me in the eyes. “Can I come inside?”
I nod and let her through.
She walks by me without another glance and I swear to God I can’t help but cock my head a bit and look at her ass as she walks in.
“What can I do for you, Mayor?” I ask slowly as I close the door. “Would you like to sit down?”
That’s when she turns to me.
“Actually, I won’t be here long, Mr. Jeffries,” she says all business. “I came all this way to talk to you in person because I think it’s important that you should know what I can offer you.”
Well, fuck. I wasn’t expecting anyone to offer me anything, so I guess I can listen to her.
“I know what you’re trying to do with the Boltiador Family, Mr. Jeffries,” Tina Ling says, not even bothering to address me by Mayor. I don’t normally care, but in this instance it seems like she’s doing it on purpose. “And I’m here to offer you a deal not to bring them here to this town.”
What. The. Fuck.
Tina Ling continues.
“Before you say anything, just know that I’m prepared to offer enough to make it worth your while if you decide to play ball,” she says taking a step closer to me. “The people who are backing me on this have very deep pockets. Deeper than yours.”
There’s no way they can have deeper pockets than me. Does she know what I used to do? The billions I made in oil and gas exploration?
“I know about the billions you made in oil and gas exploration before settling down to this…small town life,” she says as if fucking reading my thoughts. “But let me assure you, my backers are infinitely more well funded. As well as much more connected than you.”
“So you’re here to bribe me?” I ask.
If she thinks she can buy me out, then this bitch has another thing coming.
“I’m not here to buy you out or anything that would offend you,” she says silkily. Jesus fucking Christ. Is she seriously in my head? Are you telling her what I’m thinking? Because I swear to God if you’re playing double agent on me…
“What I’m offering you is instead a chance to do more good than you’re currently doing now,” she adds quickly. “I understand you want to help the people of your t
own. But this town isn't the only one suffering, Mr. Jeffries. Other towns across New York State are also dealing with job loss. But right now you’re just one mayor. I could offer you the opportunity, if you’re willing to pay the price to not just bring 10,000 jobs, but 100,000. Or a million. To this state. And eventually, to this country.”
What exactly is she offering me?
“The connections and the backing to take the good work that you’re doing here, and take it to the statehouse. Or the US Senate. Or even one day, maybe the White House,” she says, answering the question in my head. Fuck it, I give up trying to wonder if the Chinese can read our minds nowadays.
But it’s time to actually say something here. This bitch has been talking for way too fucking long.
“I already have the connections I need to get these factories here,” I tell her, looking her in the eyes. “And after we get the factories back, we’ll move on to other towns. And if I ever do decide to be Governor, I’ll do it on my own fucking merits. Not being bought and paid for by a special fucking interest.”