I graduated from college with a political science degree and grand, idealistic visions of being part of the political machine that serves and benefits the greater good. I learned fairly quickly that politics is a vast pool of corruption…some politicians swim in the shallow end, and some swim in the deep end….but every one of them is in the pool.

Eventually I became a lobbyist, and my ‘good intentions’ went completely out the window. I began advocating for whatever position my clients and bosses wanted me to. I was paid extremely well, and my salary was tied directly to my ability to get politicians to vote for – or against – bills that specifically benefited my clients’ interests. To them, success was measured in the number of votes I could bring to their side of pending legislation….but for me, it was all about the money….and I would do anything to get paid.

The first time my commitment was put to the test was about seven years ago, shortly after I had joined my current political law firm as a junior lobbyist. I was sent to a senior senator’s office with a specific task of convincing him to vote against legislation that my client wanted defeated.

I made an appointment rather easily, which surprised me back then, but later made more sense when I better understood the political landscape. I arrived at the senator’s office with Starbuck’s coffee in a cardboard cup holder, and was told by his secretary to sit in the lobby while the senator finished an earlier meeting.

After about 20 minutes, his chief of staff came out to get me and brought me back to the senator’s office for our meeting.

The senator rose from behind his desk and walked around in front of it, taking my hand in a firm handshake and saying, “Thanks, Tom, that’ll be all….can you close the door on your way out?”

As Tom left, the senator returned his attention to me and, still shaking my hand with both of his, said, “Good morning, young lady….I don’t think we’ve met before.” His eyes wandered all over me, from head to foot, finally resting on my ample breasts, as he smiled and waited for my response.

I totally understood this….I was an attractive blonde, with a curvy figure, including shapely legs and large, natural, 36D tits. My boobs have always garnered a lot of attention….in fact, I’m convinced now that it is why my law firm hired me in the first place.

I stood proudly in front of him, letting him enjoy the view of my heavy breasts swaying slightly under my low cut, silk blouse….I had chosen not to wear a bra that day, hoping that a thin blouse, barely covered by an open blazer, a relatively short skirt, and five inch heels might help convince the senator to vote my client’s way.

“Thank you for seeing me, senator.