Chapter 2

Katherine’s world was politics, showmanship, and diplomacy.

Mia’s world was love, passion, sex, and all things beautiful.

With this assignment, their worlds were set to collide. It was a notion which gave Mia a sense of excitement. She loved these kinds of jobs. She loved opening women to new possibilities and allowing them to fully explore the pleasures that life has to offer.

It was something she lived for. High Heels, Red Lipstick, an organization which occasionally contracted her, had allowed her a chance to meet so many amazing women in the past few years, and she would forever be grateful to them for the memories.

“Is everything alright?” the young hip female bartender asked.

Mia snapped out of her trance. “Everything’s fine. I’ve got a lot on my mind, that’s all.”

“Good things I hope.”

Mia smiled, “Great things. And you? How’s life?”

“I really can’t complain. Look around, what’s there to fuss about?”

The women smiled at each other and realized how lucky they were. Life was hard, it had challenges, but you find a way to make it.

“Care to make a toast?” Mia asked.

The bartender poured herself a small drink. “To what?”

“To new things. New adventures. New people.”

Mia held up her glass of juice. The bartender held up her small drink.

“I hear you on that.”

Both ladies took a drink.

A few days later. Mia fixed her appearance in front of the mirror in her downtown apartment. The place was sort of neat, but also hip. She loved collecting all sorts of artistic, locally made trinkets and cheap paintings, which she hung on the walls.

She wore a white sundress which had flower designs on it, her hair was down, with light makeup around her face, but with the trademark bold red lipstick on her lips (after all, she was working in official High Heels, Red Lipstick capacity at the moment). She decided which heels to wear, and she settled on something short, since she would be walking downtown.

After a quick twirl in front of the mirror, she was ready.

The meeting place was only a few blocks away from her apartment. As expected, heads turned when Mia walked down the busy streets. A few men eyed her obscenely, while others only eyed her with quick glances. What she really enjoyed seeing, however, was ordinary everyday women taking a quick look at her beauty, some wishing to have a lesbian experience with her.

It was something Mia was an expert in: sex and women. With a single glance, Mia could tell if a woman was bi-curious or not. She could also tell if a woman was a lesbian virgin or not.

Those were Mia’s favorites. She loved straight women who had curiosities for sapphic encounters, and she loved being the first to explore that with them. She loved taking those women on a journey, pushing their sexual boundaries in a way that only a woman would know how.

When Mia stepped into the cafe, Katherine was there. Katherine was also casually dressed, with sunglasses, a thin sweater, and khaki pants.

As Katherine removed her sunglasses to greet her, Mia instantly knew that Katherine was attracted to her. Mia also knew that Katherine was a lesbian virgin who was likely interested in a lesbian encounter with her, but since Katherine was a sitting Mayor and Senate candidate, that would be a longshot.

They greeted each other with a big hug, then they sat by the window together after ordering coffee.

That was their intended meeting spot. Richard had already arranged for a paparazzi photographer to take their pictures from afar, to be sent to the tabloids later.

“Are you nervous?” Mia asked.

“Nervous that this story will run? A little bit. I’ll have to deny it of course. I’ll have to say we’re just friends. I hope you won’t be offended by that.”

“Not at all. I’m used to women who are very protective of their reputations. I fully understand. Not everyone can be open about their sexuality, especially not a politician like yourself. That’s just the world we live in.”

Katherine gave a forced smiled, “Thank you for being so understanding.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, but are you,” she paused for a moment, “are you a lesbian?”

“Yes,” Mia replied without hesitation.

“Oh, okay, so this is something you’re comfortable with.”

“Very, but I have to admit, this whole camera thing and national news, that’s a little daunting for me. But the girl/girl stuff, that’s my specialty.”

Katherine smiled and nodded. “Have you always known this about yourself? Or is it something you’ve learned along the way. The lesbian thing, I mean.”

“I’ve always known. No question. I kept it a secret from everyone until college. I mean, I’ve dated boys, but I was never that interested. It wasn’t until my sophomore year of college that I met a girl in my history class. We were partners for an assignment and our relationship helped shaped the way I am today.”

“Thanks for sharing that with me. I’m always interested in people’s stories. Especially for anyone that has anything interesting to say.”

“I’m definitely not interesting,” Mia asserted, “but I consider myself to be a normal person who does interesting things. I get to meet a lot of interesting people, including a mayor who wants to be a US Senator in the next few months.”

Katherine smiled, “Looks like we’re both in a strange position sitting here.”

“Are you ever going to run for President?”

Katherine joking made a choking face then laughed. “That’ll be the day. I think every politician secretly wants to be the President, but actually running for that office and doing the job, that’s about as daunting as it gets.”

“Well, I hope you do.”

“Why? Because you like my social platform?” Katherine joked.

“No, because I think it would be so cool to kiss a future president on the lips, and you have the prettiest lips I’ve seen in a long time.”

Before Katherine could finish her sentence, Mia swiftly moved in and planted a soft kiss on the mayor’s lips. The initial touch was soft. Then Mia puckered her lips and kissed the mayor harder.

When she pulled back, Katherine had a flustered look on her face, with her eyes widened. It was undoubtedly Katherine’s first girl kiss, Mia thought.

“I’m sure the paparazzi taking pictures has got a nice shot of that,” Mia said. “Did you like it?”

Katherine took a second to compose herself. “That was pleasant.”

“It was nice meeting you, Katherine.”

“The job for today is done,” Mia explained. “We’re here to stage a photo-op for the paparazzi, and the photo was likely taken.”

Katherine looked conflicted. “Are we going to see each other again?”

“Sure, there’s no doubt that Richard is going to want us to meet again.”

“Assuming my political career doesn’t get destroyed over this.”

Mia winked, “It’s the year 2016, anyone who makes homophobic remarks about us is going to feel the wrath of my sisters in arms. Enjoy the rest of your day, it was a pleasure working with you, Ms. Mayor.”

When Mia took her coffee and stood, she bent down to give Katherine another quick kiss on the lips. It wasn’t necessary, but she couldn’t help herself. The mayor was just too tempting.

In the days after, it appeared that Richard’s plan had worked. With his contacts in the media, outlets had begun running the story, and as predicted, the story took off. The pictures of the two women kissing grew traction on political media and tabloids alike.

The headlines in the state and national outlets began pouring in:

The Mayor and the Bombshell.

Lesbian Affair Scandal?…Nevermind, The Mayor is Single. HOT!

In addition to the headlines, Katherine found that her facebook & twitter accounts began blowing up. Sure, there were a few nasty comments, but the overwhelming number of comments were extremely positive. People began taking a new interest in Katherine and her political campaign.

Her facebook friends and twitter followers had doubled in the first few days, then in another week, that number had tripled.

All of Katherine’s following interviews and press conferences began with questions about her personal life. People wondered if she was a secret lesbian. If she was planning to come out of the closet, and if that mysterious red lipstick woman was her secret love interest.

Katherine stuck to the script that Richard had given her. She would start with a friendly smile, then repeat variations of, “I’d rather not comment on my personal life. I’m here to focus on my campaign and the American people.”

Then she would pivot to her policy positions.

When asked about the mysterious woman, Katherine would simply say, “She’s just a friend.”

Then she would pivot back to her policy positions.

After a campaign event which had lasted a few hours, Katherine and Richard met privately in the tour bus, while the rest of the staff was busy closing the event.

“The new polls have just come in,” Richard smirked. “You’ve got a solid lead in every one. Some of the polls have you up by 15 points.”

“Richard, you’re a genius.”

“What can I say? When I’m right, I’m right.”

“I can’t argue with that,” she replied, “and I hope the tabloid fodder goes away. I don’t want to be known as that ‘is she a lesbian?’ woman when I win.”

“Which is why you have to keep hammering away at the issues. Show everyone your depth. You’re doing a great job at that.”

“But I still think we can benefit from another shoot with Mia,” he added.

“Are you up for it?”

“I like her. I think she’s a great person, but like I said, I don’t want to turn my political career into a gossip column.”

He gave a sympathetic look. “That won’t happen. Maybe we can have another meeting with her when your polls start to dip, if that even happens at all.”

“As we both know, no one stays on top of the polls forever.”

They both gave each other a look.

“I know what that means. I’ll contact her for another meeting.”

Most people know exactly how they like to pamper themselves after a long stressful day. Sometimes it’s food, certain clothes, music, or tv. Often times it’s sex, pure and simple. Everyone likes sex.

Katherine was a woman who knew exactly what she liked. For a woman her age, she had a decent amount of partners in her lifetime. Most of her exploration came during her college and law school days. She wasn’t a hippie or free-spirited woman when it came to sex, but she knew what her body needed.

She wouldn’t sleep with just anyone either. Being horny was never an excuse for her to give out free sex. She had to care for her partner. She needed that personal connection. The most important thing was that she treated herself with respect.

Now, as a single politician for the past few years, her sex life was tough. She was a public figure, so she couldn’t just sleep with anyone. A bad mistake could lead to a potential public-relations nightmare. Her biggest fear was that she would sleep with someone she was dating, only for that person to go around bragging about what they’ve done, or god forbid, secretly videotape her.

So unless Katherine was in a serious relationship with someone she could trust with her sexual needs, she only had one option. She masturbated a lot.

She didn’t masturbate an obscene amount. It was more like a healthy amount for a woman her age in the prime of her life. It was usually once a day, depending on stress, daily activities, and her hormone cycles.

A sex toy would be nice, but how would she manage to get one of those without people finding out? No way. Instead, she relied on her fingers. She had a special set of techniques she had perfected with many years of experience. If she was in a really hot mood, she would use a banana or thick carrot, wrapped in plastic wrap, which she would toss out afterwards. She hated wasting food, but she couldn’t eat it knowing where it had just been, and besides, it had already served an important purpose.

Usually she would do it in the shower, or in a warm bath, or laying on her bed.

Her fantasies were usually the same. She was a sucker for romance, sometimes bdsm, occasionally group settings, or if she was really in a needy mood, nonconsent. She would either use her own imagination or read free erotic stories online.

On a Friday night, Katherine spread a towel on her neatly made bed. That always meant she was in a hot mood and there was a strong likelihood that she would be producing fluids from her vagina after the orgasm.

She removed her pajama bottom and panties, getting naked from the waist down, then she laid on the bed, with her midsection right on top of the towel.

Her eyes closed and her two fingers worked their magic.

Katherine’s mind raced with images of Mia. She fantasized that they would be meeting in her house, followed by a slow verbal seduction by Mia. Followed by Mia slowly undressing, first she would remove her heels, then remove her sundress to reveal her perfectly shaped naked body.

The thoughts made Katherine rub herself harder.

She continued rubbing until she came. What brought her to a climax was the fantasy of them performing oral sex on each other. Katherine went first. Then Mia did it, looking up at her with those trademark red lips ready to go.

When the orgasm was done, Katherine’s toes were still curled. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. God, what a thought. What a crazy little fantasy.

It would never happen though. Why would it?

It was morning and Katherine was prepared for the day. The doorbell rang at around 9 am, which is the time they had agreed upon.

When she answered the door, Mia was standing there, wearing a different sundress, but with the same high heels and bold red lipstick. God, those lips. Those fucking lips.

‘Those lips will be the death of me’, the mayor thought to herself.

They greeted each other, this time with a hug, and Mia came in for breakfast, which she had made herself.

As they ate in the dining room, things were much more casual between them. They felt like old friends catching up, even though this was the third time they had ever met each other. The conversation was fast and loose. There were laughs and a few personal moments too.

“Now about our meeting today,” Katherine said, switching their conversation to the intended purpose. “Richard said that you had some ideas.”