GITJ Post 320: Friday Morning, Alone

That’s strange, right? I thought to myself, as another series of videos cued themselves up on my computer, from the news sites. It was Friday morning and - like what was happening more and more these days -  I had a few empty slots in my schedule so here I was in my office, killing time. I’d been thinking about Melissa but she was busy out doing something with the construction in the new wing. I missed her and kinda wanted to talk to her but I understood there was a lot to do. Supposedly the work was going well, they were ahead of schedule, and we’d be opening sooner than they’d planned. When, exactly, Melissa wouldn’t tell me. She also wouldn’t let me over to see the new wings. She wanted it to be a surprise.

Anyway, yeah. The headlines, since the election, had obviously been strange. It was unavoidable, the news coming from Washington, across the country and, really, all around the world. These women and their new political party - which, I was starting to figure out, was more than just a US organization but had a structure of international leadership - had really taken some major victories and were running with them already. Congress was - even before the new class of Senators and Representatives took office - already preparing and in some cases moving on new legislation to make headway into New Woman campaign promises. Yikes! If I didn’t know how slow and ineffective government normally was at making actual change, it might be kinda scary! Because some of the planks of the platforms these women ran on were kinda out there haha. No way they’d ever be more than promises, of course, with the way government worked. Besides, there were enough checks-and-balances built into the system to keep anything weird from happening, right? Our Democracy was strong. Or so they always said.

Anyway, what was really strange was how these videos kept popping up on my screen, everytime I went someplace new on my browser. Some sort of virus? They were like little news clips about the election results, or campaign pieces from one victorious candidate or another, pushed out by someone who really wanted me to see them. Some kind of computer virus? Whatever it was I actually just gave up trying to be productive with work and found myself watching a few of them: at least our new overlords will be pretty attractive haha, I joked to myself. The new President-Elect, in fact, was featured in a bunch of them and yikes before today I really had no idea but she was, uh…vavavoom…

I found myself watching excerpts from a bunch of her speeches, a couple interviews, and some old fluff footage that had been put together giving some background on her, Marlee Martin. Mom of three, ex fitness- and figure-competitor from North Carolina, self-help guru and entrepreneur/business owner: even if she was surrounded by notoriously strong women and hardcore female empowerment advocates, she had obviously swept into office in no small part due to how unthreatening she could make herself appear. She had a strong but certainly feminine, flirty and accessible nature on camera. Though she was tall and physically fit she seemed to revel in her femininity and in all those old-fashioned habits that have always been so disarming to men. She was just enough of a Southern Belle to appear benign and wholesome, but obviously quick on the uptake and aware of her strengths. In short she had not been above using sex appeal on the campaign trail. I shivered thinking about what some of the pundits were voicing: who knows what will happen now, from the Oval Office?

The new President-Elect was decidedly on the side of female empowerment, though, and never presented as a bimbo. She was likable but resolute and she herself never spoke too militantly on the goals of her party. She never flaunted her intellect either. Instead she shrewdly identified as "a friend of the common woman…and man".  A cliche platitude, maybe, and now I realize women voters had obviously seen that for what it was, an empty bit of retail politicking. Even now, as I speak, I can recall that after she was in office you could see her continue to be the cute public mouthpiece of "fighting for the rights of men" just as everything eroded at warp speed unimpeded in the opposite direction, with her foot secretly on the gas pedal. Ultimately, if I remember, she presided in a calculated and effective way over the historic transformation of a nation into one more and more dominated by female leaders. While she continued to promise vaguely and ominously that "I'll never let our men and boys be forgotten", in the end she pivoted hard with the rest of the free world and took more and more credit for all the gains made by women on her watch, while men came out on the short end of the stick.

But at this point in history she was, yes, a bit of “America’s Mom,” or more “America’s Soccer Mom,” just walking the finest line between cute and pretty and down-to-earth accessible but gorgeous when she needed to be.

Speaking of gorgeous…

It wasn’t just in politics. Women had been casually gathering more power everywhere these days and when Melissa stepped through my office door that morning, in six-inch heels and a short skirt, it struck me hard. I sat up straight, and felt immediately like I was in the presence of my superior. I’d recognized the feeling, and tried to shake it off. This is my girlfriend, I reassured myself, not my boss haha.

Girlfriend, yes, right. Our relationship, such that it was - me the older guy, she the hot young thing with the borderline-disabled IQ - had been up until this week  plowing ahead full steam. The election results had cast a funny shadow, though, and things since our Tuesday evening together had seemed…off. I’d been privately stewing on the feeling that she’d taken physical advantage of me that night. Plus, she’d not only known that Lakshmi had recently, uh, eased me through a tough time but even encouraged the intimacy. That was weird, right? For a girlfriend to be that, um, magnanimous? I shouldn’t be complaining, I guess, but it made me uneasy. Melissa was probably here for our Friday morning coffee meeting, and maybe it was a chance for me to clear the air.

“Hiiiiiii sweetie,” she sang, stepping in towards me. As she walked into the room with that million-dollar smile, there was just enough jiggle under her buttoned-up silk blouse to stop my words in my throat. She brightened and seemed to stand taller as she saw my eyes take in the dramatic spectacle of her figure. “I’m so sorry I’ve been so busy,” she purred, beginning to come around my desk, “but I wanted to drop in for a good-morning-kiss.”

My heart fluttered. “…a-and our Friday meeting?” I stammered, expectantly.

“Oh, pumpkin, I’m sorry,” she cooed with a pout, leaning down and gently taking my chin in her hand, “but I don’t have time this morning. There’s a meeting with the city inspectors about permits that they want me to be at.” Her eyes sparkled with affection as she watched my eyes try for a glance down her top. “I don’t really know what we’ll be talking about, honestly,” she giggled in admission as her free hand charitably undid the topmost button of her blouse, “I think they just need me for eye candy.”

“Oh, uh, okay,” I stammered, caught in a wave of perfume that seemed to ease my mind and catching a generous glimpse of cleavage, “I was kinda looking forward to sitting down with you for a couple minutes?”

“Awwww that’s sweet,” she purred, her smile redoubling upon itself, cocking her head at me, “but how ‘bout we do it tonight? Instead of going out, let’s stay in. I’ll show you my new place, where I’m staying at my mom’s. I’ll get dinner and we can talk then, have our…meeting.” She watched my eyes take it in; she had plans for our date night and I was excited for the idea already. “Does that sound nice?” she asked, her voice sweet but full of promise, “Maybe I’ll leave work early, get ready for you?”

“Y-yeah, sure,” I agreed, heart already racing.

“Good boy,” she smiled and then, finally, leaned in for our good-morning kiss, a big one that gently smeared my face red with her fresh lipstick. After a big, final <MUAH!> she saw what she’d done, giggled girlishly and licked her finger to wipe me clean with her warm saliva. “We’ll have our Friday meeting date tonight,” she purred, “I’ll make sure I warm some milk up for you…”

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Thank you to TopographicSociety for a good bit of inspiration and copy on this one