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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you may be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read 
no further - delete the file.  Otherwise ....enjoy!


Protection
Book One of a Political Saga

By

Nessus


Chapter Four

The sleeping tablets worked after a fashion as I slept through the night but 
felt fuzzy headed even after a shower. I dressed in a dark pin-stripe suit, 
white shirt with French cuffs and gold cuff links. A restrained Italian tie 
finished the picture and I stared at myself critically in the mirror. My 
thicj hair and fallen over my forehead and I had small black circles under 
my eyes. My eyes were the darkest brown, so brown they appeared black and 
large. Women had told me they would kill for eyes like mine while I would 
kill to look a little more masculine. The heavy suit and the shoes with 
higher than average heels helped but I still managed to appear androgynous.

The cell phone rang. "Hello," I said, deepening my voice through habit.

"Harvey," Sylvia said without preamble. "The press are waiting for you at 
Parliament House. We need to rehearse your answers."

"I know what I'm going to say," I said calmly, walking to the lounge room 
where there was no sign of Jennifer. "I'm going to tell them I'm going to 
support it."

"You can't be fucking serious!"

"Completely serious, I'm afraid."

"Why? Can you tell me that?"

"I believe in it," I said, attempting to drive a note of sincerity into my 
voice.

"Crap! You've never believed in anything except your self. Don't move and 
don't say anything to anybody. I'm coming right over."

Sighing, I sat on the sofa and waited.

Sylvia burst through the door just as the car pulled up. "Have you lost your 
fucking sense?"

Jennifer emerged in her robe from her room. "This is a lot of excitement for 
as early as this."

Sylvia turned to Jennifer, seeking an ally. "This fool is going to support 
the Women's Bill! Talk some sense into him, Jennifer!"

Jennifer looked at me in a strange way. "Well, well," she said softly. 
"Interesting," she added and left the room, leaving Sylvia staring after 
her.

"Has everyone lost their brains?"

I stood up. "The car is here. I'm going to Parliament. You're welcome to 
come along if you wish."

Sylvia stared at me, shaking her head slowly. "You mean it. You're really 
going to do it. You're throwing everything away," she said walking past me 
to the car and I followed her into the cold.

We drove in silence until the car pulled up and I emerged, head down as I 
pushed through the media scrum. The glass doors to the wing were locked and 
I had to tap on them to gain the attention of the security guards. The media 
gathered around with their cameras and microphones as they clamoured for my 
attention.

Suddenly, Judy Wagner, the influential journalist stood in front of me, 
microphone ready. "Mr Garret," she said and the throng's shouts dropped to a 
hush. "Mr Garret, are you aware the Women's Bill will be tabled next week?"

My mind was racing as I sought to frame acceptable political answers that 
would give nothing away. Sylvia moved close and so did Judy Wagner, her 
perfume suddenly arousing me. My cock squirmed and I realised all I wanted 
to do was to come, I wanted an orgasm! And nothing else mattered!

"Yes, I'm aware, Judy," I answered trying to get my voice down for the 
cameras so I wouldn't appear on TV with a high pitched voice. Luckily I was 
on the top step and Judy on two below me so we were at least equal in height 
for the cameras.

"This is a contentious bill, Mr Garret. Can you tell us where you stand?" 
The press crowd grew absolutely silent as they waited. I had teased them for 
months and now I had three choices, give political answers that neither 
confirmed nor denied or give them a yes or a no. It was really very simple. 
My eyes drifted over the crowd and I started in shock for leaning against a 
telephone pole, dressed in a black leather overcoat with arms folded, was 
Chorister Wolf. Swallowing hard, I knew there was no turning back.

Judy pushed the microphone closer as I cleared my throat. "Are you asking me 
if I will support the bill?"

Judy looked at me strangely as I was pushing her to ask me a question that I 
could only answer with a yes or a no. "I'm asking exactly that. Harvey 
Garret, will you support the Women's Bill when it's tabled in Parliament 
next week?"

There was an expectant hush and I looked into the camera and smiled. "Yes," 
I said calmly, although my heart was pounding. The crowd erupted into an 
uproar and Judy Wagner looked at me in shock and then, in an impetuous 
gesture, she kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you," she said and looked back 
into the camera. "You just heard the brave Harvey Garret declare his stance 
for women. This is Judy Wagner."

Sylvia dragged me inside and stared at me as the security guards pushed the 
media back. "Do you know what you've done?" she yelled. "Are you out of your 
fucking mind?"

"I'm out of something," I muttered as I miserably walked down the hall, my 
shoes echoing on the tiles. "I'm going to the House," I shouted over my 
shoulder. "Maybe I can get some sleep there."

Sleep was the last thing I could do on the benches of the House. Word had 
spread and I received many glares from the males who dominated the house and 
cautious smiles from the few female members. An usher scrambled over to me 
while a member droned on about the state of the game of cricket and handed 
me a note from Ernest Copeland, the Chief Whip.

Following the note's instructions, I walked to his quarters. "What the fuck 
to you think you're doing, Garret?" he asked in that terribly Eton accent of 
his. "Who told you to say you would support that dammed Bill?"

"Forgive me, I thought is was a conscience vote." Copeland was a big man 
with bushy eyebrows and he angrily towered over me.

"Don't be impertinent, boy! There is no such thing! Get out there and change 
it! Now!"

I shook my head. "I'm afraid I can't do that, sir."

He stared at me for a long moment and then slowly nodded. "You're a bigger 
fool than I thought. Goodbye Garret."

It was later that night that the Prime Minister appeared on television and 
castigated me for everything he and the party hacks could think of, even 
alluding to problems with my sexuality. It didn't matter and when I emerged 
from the House a small group of women protesters cheered. At least I was 
somebody's hero.

The media were waiting for me at my town house but I managed to push through 
the crush without making a comment. They just wanted photos any way so I 
stood on the top step, smiled beautifully into the cameras and gave a 
victory sign. At least, I sighed to myself, I'm still driven by political 
instinct, spinning the situation.

I was surprised to see Chorister Wolf seated calmly on the sofa when I 
returned to the town house. As usual she was dressed in black and she had 
her small bag at her boots. Jennifer sat on the edge of her chair, darting 
worried looks at her and sipping a gin and tonic.

"Did you use the door this time?" I asked wearily as I shut the door behind 
me. "I hope they didn't see you."

She smiled and I saw my reflection in her dark glasses. "Nobody sees me 
unless I want them to," she said enigmatically.  "Jennifer and I have been 
having a little chat. I hear you've been learning your place and even, 
perhaps, learning new skills?"

I flushed and glared at Jennifer who coolly stared back. "What do you want?" 
I asked Wolf.

"To congratulate you. It was handled well."

"I'm glad you think so."

"I'm also here to reward you." Chorister smiled at me and my cock pulsed 
painfully. "You do want a reward, don't you?"

"Yes," I said softly, blushing but I was beyond caring and my whole body was 
focused on getting relief.

Chorister stood up. "Your bedroom?" she smiled and I silently led the way. 
Chorister looked around the room, spied the small chair I sit in to put my 
shoes on and placed her bag on the bed. "Take your clothes off."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I thought you wanted a reward? A little relief?"

"Yes, yes," I hurriedly agreed and stripped my clothes off. Humiliated, I 
sat on the chair when she indicated and watched as she casually lounged on 
the bed. She stood with the key in her hand.

My heart was pounding and my cock throbbing when she smilingly produced the 
key and removed the tube. Unbidden, my cock surged into hardness and an 
involuntary groan escaped my lips. "Feels good, huh?" she smiled. She had no 
idea how good it felt, to be free, to feel hard!

"Don't get any ideas," she warned. "I can drop you with one kick, I wouldn't 
even have to use my gun. Understand?" I nodded, my hard cock bobbing in my 
groin. "Good, I'll get some tissues," she said, leaving the room and leaving 
me puzzled. Chorister returned with Jennifer trailing behind, a sly smile on 
her face. "Here," said Chorister extending the tissues, "you'll need those."

"For what?" I asked puzzled. Wasn't one of these women going to wank me?

"You know. Come on, we don't have all night," Chorister said.

"Play with yourself, Harvey," sneered Jennifer. "That's what she means."

"But, I thought you would do it," I said, faltering.

Chorister laughed. "Are you crazy? I don't touch dicks, it's not in the job 
description."

"Me?" Jennifer sneered. "You are joking. You get no pleasure from me, ever 
again."

Both women towered over me as I sat naked on the chair with my hard cock 
twitching in my groin. Jennifer had a sly grin on her face while Chorister 
was impassive behind her glasses.

"Small, isn't it?" Jennifer said to Chorister who looked down at my hard 
cock and I blushed deeply. "Now you know why I'm thinking of a lover. Look 
at that body," she sneered and I felt Chorister `s eyes on me.

Humiliated, I hung my head and looked down at my pulsing cock. It had been 
so long. I needed relief and, in spite of the intense humiliation I was 
feeling, I was going to get relief so I slipped my fingers around my hard 
cock.

"That's it," breathed Jennifer, leaning forward to watch. "Jerk it for us."

I decided to ignore them and I closed my eyes and started that familiar 
rhythm with my hand sliding up and down my cock. It was wonderful.

"Look at me," demanded Jennifer but I ignored her and kept jerking, my mind 
and body full of exquisite delight as I rushed towards orgasm. I grunted as 
I spurted, my seed flying through the air.

"Go boy," Chorister murmured and I felt her toss the tissues onto my belly 
as I lay back in wonderful relief, a sense of loss but a sense of 
fulfilment. The male orgasm.

Chorister waited until I cleaned up, put the tube back on and unlocked me. 
Without a backward glance I started to walk to my room.

"You just jerked off in front of us," hissed Jennifer. "How do you feel!" 
she demanded shrilly, trying to humiliate me more.

"I feel like sleep," I said softly and kept walking until I collapsed in my 
bed.

I slept well that night.

End: Chapter Four
(Nessus29@hotmail.com)
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading. This is my most ambitious work to date and it has a 
strange plot, unfolding as I work and I'm interested to see if it all fits 
together at the end. I'm clear about the first book and there are ideas for 
a second. Time will tell.
As always, interested in your comments (nessus29@hotmail.com) and all other 
Nessus stories are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org
By the way, the title is from the Massive Attack song "Protection". It will 
all fit together at the end if you listen to the song.

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