Audrey is 18 yrs old just graduated high school. She is interested in studying political science in college. She applied for the summer intern program at the governor’s office. She had started working as an intern in the office of John Malone, the Governor of Texas.

Governor Malone is divorced, which meant that I was undisputedly free to sleep with any women I liked, and I did. The Governor’s Mansion was a buzz with rumors about my player lifestyle, but evidently the voters of Texas had chosen not to judge me for that. I was a wealthy lawyer and business tycoon turned politican. I also had six children from five marriages, for whom I paid consistent child support and with whom visited and maintaineded a good parental relationships with my ex-wifes.

I had definitely noticed Audrey, after all, what guy wouldn’t? She was hot, and she oozed sexuality and intellect in her every look, as well as showing it in her eyes. I really wanted her, but would she put out? Every time I heard that delightful British accent of hers, I would get off from the sheer exotic sex appeal of it. I was a patriotic American, but liking a foreigner was hardly treason. I wondered what would get her to give it up.

Audrey is an American with a British accent since she grewup in London where her father worked for a major corporation. Her family is wealthy and she attended boarding school until high school. Her family returned to the U.S. for her to attend high school and college.

One day, however, I noticed her reading a copy of Jean-Paul Sartre’s “Existentialism And Human Emotions”, one of my favorite philosophy books. I was really into philosophy, and I just knew that she was a like minded young woman. “Fascinating book, isn’t it, Miss Brock?”, I finally spoke up, scaring her a little since she hadn’t seen me behind her. I had earned the nickname “The Lurker” a long time ago, because of my bizarre capacity for sneaking up on people.

“Sir, I was just taking a break- I didn’t mean to neglect my job, I promise you.”, she said with a certain degree of fear. Here was her boss, and she had been caught slacking off on the job! She could be fired for this, so she had to show contrition. “Relax, Miss Brock, I won’t fire you for taking a break to read this book- this time. Normally, we only give breaks to full-time staff, but I will let you off with a warning this once. However, I do want you to visit me at the Mansion tonight, because I find few people who have an interest in philosophy, especially something so advanced as Existentialism.”, I made it clear with my voice that “No” was an in advisable response.

“Yes, Governor, I’ll be good from now on, and I will meet you at the Mansion, since it is a Friday, anyway. I will just tell my parents that I had to catch up on my studies, so I went to the library.”, she answered quickly.

When she got to the Mansion, the Gov greeted her in person, which surprised her a great deal. “I let the staff take the evening off, with pay.”, I told her. This was a surprise, but she wasn’t going to comment on it. She was in enough trouble as it was, she understood clearly enough. What about Sartre did he want to discuss, or was there some other motive? Audrey was a smart girl, so she knew of the Governor’s reputation, and liking powerful men, she often fantasized about serving him in his private life as well as his public capacity.

They sat down at the dining table, and I brought out a fine dish, which I had apparently made himself. He can cook!, she realized. There was an excellent Chinese stir fry, with chicken-flavored rice, and some rather succulent chicken, cooked properly to avoid salmonella, not dry as chicken tends to be at its worst. “Go ahead and eat, Miss Brock. We can talk as we dine.”, I invited her.

She chowed down rather quickly, being famished by now, and I was putting some of it back too. I was also drinking, she noticed with some unease, as she saw a bottle of a locally brewed beer in my hand. I couldn’t legally offer her some, but she did get some nice nonalcoholic cider.

“Well, Miss Brock, I am rather impressed at your intellectual pursuits, though it disturbs me to think of you neglecting your duties. I hope that you have a well-rounded life, not just one-dimensional. Philosophy is good, people don’t study it enough, but you need a personal life as well, young lady. Tell me, where do you plan to attend college?”, I asked, clearly trying to break the proverbial ice, and make her feel less awkward about essentially being on a 1st date with the Governor of Texas.

Audrey blushed a little, despite having some experience with men, because this was the most eligible bachelor she had ever met. “Harvard or Yale, if I can get admitted, and borrow enough cash.”, she finally stammered. I beamed, “I am a Harvard alumnus, you know. I can perhaps help you get into that school, if you pay better attention to your work and studies. It will help if you and I get to know each other better, too.” There was no longer any doubt- I was coming on to her, and she was not being harassed per se, because I was at home, and I was not threatening her with a loss of a job, but rather offering her a bribe she couldn’t resist. Harvard?, she thought, as her heart pounded in her bosom. What she wouldn’t do to get into there!

It’s not as if she were paid for sex, she realized, but still, it was a quid pro quo, involving a man she had wanted to fuck anyway. “Just how much better, sir? Do you mean sex?”, she spelled it out. “Well, I am not going to force it on you, but that would certainly help us know each other more intimately, as Bertrand Russell once claimed.”, I replied. Quoting Russell was just icing on the cake- I was clearly not going to let her feel bad about spreading her legs for me. She knew it; this powerful man was her best chance of getting into college, plus the sheer excitement of being seduced by a politician was getting her pussy wet.

“Alright, sir, I’ll do it, on the understanding that I am not your girlfriend- yet.