The Senator's Daughter

Cassie needs this internship. One phone call from the Senator and she’s stuck playing babysitter for the night. The job is simple enough: keep Chloe from sneaking out and stay out of the papers. Then the door opens and Cassie gets a look at the girl she’s supposed to mind. Chloe is already dressed to leave, short skirt, hair loose, mouth set in that easy smirk. Cassie begs. She’ll do anything if Chloe just stays in. That word lands heavy. Chloe’s eyes flick over her, slow, then she kicks the door shut and offers a game instead. Truth or Dare. Cassie agrees before she thinks it through. She loses her blouse, then her skirt, left in plain cotton bra and panties while Chloe watches like she’s unwrapping something rare. The next dare is a kiss. Cassie moves first, lips brushing Chloe’s, and the rest of her resolve slips away with it. Chloe’s hands are quick. She pushes the bra down, palms Cassie’s small, natural breasts, thumbs circling until Cassie gasps. Fingers slip lower, part dark hair, find heat. Cassie’s hips jerk forward, taking every careful stroke, breath breaking on each pass of Chloe’s knuckles. She tastes Chloe next, mouth wet, thighs trembling, while Chloe’s fingers stay buried deep inside her. Bodies slide, skin against skin, the dare turning into something neither of them wants to stop. Cassie forgets the Senator, forgets the internship, forgets everything except the press of Chloe’s mouth and the steady rhythm of those fingers working her open.