A Different Kind of Pork - by Id (~BBW, Politics, Romance)

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~BBW, Politics, Romance - Two Senators of different ideologies are thrown together by chance

A Different Kind of Pork
By Id​

Whenever Senator Watson, right-hand man to the Majority Leader, came into my office with that smile, I always knew he was going to ask me for a favor. Though I hadn’t been in the Capitol long, it was something I’d learned quickly. As a freshman Senator from the West Coast, my job was basically voting and doing grunt work on whatever committees they saw fit to put me on. Those committees were usually ones nobody else wanted, but truth be told I didn’t mind being on the Energy Committee (though like everybody and their brother I wouldn’t have minded if a prestigious assignment like Foreign Relations or the Judiciary Committee opened up for me tomorrow).

Anyways, Dick Watson walked into my office with a grin from ear-to-ear, I knew that I was going to be asked to do “a service for the party”.

“Jack, how are you doing?” Watson said as I rose and shook his hand.

“I’m doing fine,” I replied, “Just reviewing some briefings for tomorrow’s Aviation meeting.” Did I mention that freshmen Senators get assigned to do work in Commerce Committee subcommittees too?

“I hope you don’t have too much work to do because I have a favor I need you to do,” Watson said, still grinning like the Cheshire cat.

“Oh really? What’s that?” I asked, as if genuinely surprised by the request.

“The Majority Leader’s been having it out with the Minority Leader over this spending bill coming out of Appropriations. They’ve decided that folks on the committee are a little worked up over this and that it would be better to let cooler heads work things out on it.”

“So does this mean an appointment to the Appropriations Committee is imminent?” Man, wouldn’t that be great. But I knew the answer before it was coming.

“No, we’ll have to see about that after the next elections,” Watson said with a smile, “This one would be a huge help to us Jack if you can get this hammered out quietly. They’re screaming about pork barrel spending on the other side of the aisle and since you’ve got a good track record on keeping your earmarks down we thought you’d be great to help streamline this bill.”

I didn’t need Watson to spell out what that really meant. The voters had long been intolerant of Senators tacking their pet projects onto bills and this bill wasn’t going to help assuage any of that ire. As a result, they wanted me, who had run for office on a platform of fighting pork barrel spending and therefore had credibility in such matters, to go through the bill, cut a few things here and there, and proclaim it “clean”—though not without having left most of these earmarks intact. “And what happens when I get somebody like Macintyre screaming at me for cutting his precious porcupine farm out of the bill?” I asked.

“We’ll have your back. Just try to be fair about it, all right?”

By fair I was pretty sure that he meant I should gut as many of our opponents’ projects as possible and retain the maximum amount on our side of the aisle. “Sure. Who are the other guys sending for this?” I asked.

“Do you know Senator Jennings?” Watson asked.

“By name and reputation,” I replied. Ann Jennings was from of one of the flyover conservative Western states and freshman Senator like myself, though by appointment rather than election. I didn’t know much about her, but I knew she’d gotten the same sort of podunk committee assignments I’d gotten. She probably also had decent anti-earmark credentials and was being asked to take one for the team like I was.

“Well don’t beat her up too bad all right,” Watson winked, “I don’t want to have the Minority Leader saying we roughed up one of their bright young stars too badly.”

“You know me Dick,” I said, “I’m nothing but tactful.”

“That you are Jack! Keep it up and you’re going to go far here,” Watson said with a wink, “You’re scheduled for a private conference with Jennings this afternoon. Your receptionist has the details. Thanks again for this one.”

“Anything for the party,” I said.

Watson breezed out of my office and I threw the report for the Aviation Subcommittee onto the top of one of the piles of paper stacked on my desk. I had a feeling this was just going to ruin my afternoon.

***

I was probably one of the few Senators who valued punctuality, so I wasn’t surprised when my aides and I arrived in the conference room to discover that Senator Jennings wasn’t there yet. As a result, I decided to seize the opportunity to take the side of the conference table facing the door. It meant that I wouldn’t have my back to Jennings when she walked in, which would have put me at a slight disadvantage for this initial meeting. Though it might sound odd, such things actually did matter more often than not in my experience. No sooner had my aides and I settled in and seated ourselves than the doors opened and in came Senator Ann Jennings, flanked by her own bevy of aides.

It was at this moment that I realized I’d never seen the Senator, either in person in the Senate Chamber or in a picture, before today. If I had then I know that Senator Jennings would have caught my attention—and not because of her politics.

Ann Jennings was quite a sight to behold—if you could take all of her in with one glance. She was a woman of about average height, but that was the only thing that you could say was average about her. Senator Jennings was a stout girl. That was the nice way of saying she was fat, but even then nobody would have ever said it to her face, mainly because she had such a beautiful face. It was smooth and fair skinned, boasting dark brown eyes and cheeks of exactly the right amount of chubbiness to make her look cute without looking obese. The hint of a double chin was intoxicating as she smiled at me. Her lips were full without being overripe, inviting and delicious. The Senator’s rich brown hair framed her face beautifully, flowing over her shoulders in beautiful, gentle waves.

Though I was immediately arrested by Ann Jennings’ face, my attention quickly moved to the rest of her physique. For starters, Jennings knew how to dress well. The beige pantsuit that she was wearing was perfectly tailored and the off-white top with an inviting neckline drew attention to her magnificent bust. The hint of cleavage was clearly a promise of more wonderful things, for the sheer size of her bosom was impressive. It took all my willpower not to immediately seize the full, round dual curves beneath the silken fabric. I had seen women with impressive racks before (after all, you suddenly become a very popular person when you start introducing yourself as Senator Thornton), but even if—and this was a big if, trust me—Senator Jennings couldn’t compete with other women I’d met on the basis of sheer size, her breasts were still the best pair of hooters I’d ever seen in my life.

That made it all the more surprising that my gaze was inexplicably drawn further down to take in the jelly roll around Ann Jenning’s midsection. It unabashedly pressed against her top, almost demanding attention as it seemed to strain her suit jacket ever so slightly around the button. I honestly couldn’t decide whether her pillowy bosom or jiggling gut was beckoning me more. Of course, all of this was complicated even further by her immense hips. They were certainly her widest part and their diameter promised quite a rump on the other side. I could see that between her chunky thighs her plump pussy pressed against her zipper, which held firm but definitely curved outwards.

However, I had to squash my attraction immediately. This wasn’t a date. This was a serious negotiation on a rather major spending bill. I couldn’t allow myself to be distracted right now. Still, I had a feeling that Senator Jennings had given me a once over herself and I fancied that the small smile on her red lips had arisen as a result. But that was just wishful thinking. Even more evidence that I needed to focus.

“Senator Thornton, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” Jennings said, extending her hand. It too had a certain plumpness about it that I found attractive. Was there anything about her that I didn’t like? <I>Her politics,</I> immediately popped into my head and I had to admit that it was true. Or was it? We’d just met and we hadn’t even begun negotiating yet. Maybe she would turn out to be more of a moderate than I gave her credit.

“The same is true as well, Senator,” I said as I accepted the offered hand. It was soft and warm. I nearly melted right there as we shook. “Shall we get down to business?”
<P> “Yes let’s. But before we begin, would you be adverse to indulging me in one thing?” Jennings asked.

“What’s that?” I said.

“Would you mind if we conducted this negotiation between us alone?” Jennings asked. I could feel my chief aide tense up behind me and thought I picked up the same from his counterpart on the opposite side of the table. “After all, we’ve been selected for this because we’re both not involved in the intense wrangling that’s gone into this bill. As we’re both honest people who want what’s best for this country I think you and I can reach an agreement on this most effectively on our own.”

“It’s an unorthodox approach,” I said before my aide could say anything, “but not an unprecedented one. Why not?”

“Wonderful!” Ann said as she took a seat and began to organize herself as her aides shuffled out with slightly perturbed looks.

The same looks were on my aides’ faces. My top aide had a not-so-carefully concealed look of shock and disbelief on his face. “Sir, I don’t know if the leadership would be comfortable with his,” he whispered in my ear.

“You let me worry about them,” I said. I paused for a second before adding, “Don’t you have other work to do?”

“Yes, Senator,” the aide begrudgingly acquiesced. The look he gave me as he shut the door on Senator Jennings and me seemed to say, <I>This is an incredibly bad idea.</I> Part of me agreed, but I was so taken by Jennings that I didn’t care. Had she not been so attractive I likely wouldn’t have agreed. But this was the voluptuous Ann Jennings. That changed everything. Besides, it was too good to be true that the two of us were now totally alone in the conference room, each of us with the bill in all of its hundreds of pages stacked in front of us.

“First off, please call me Ann,” Jennings said as I settled into my seat.

“And call me Jack,” I replied in turn, “Now, since you’re not much for wasting time, where to begin?”

“Well, I think we need to be clear about the purpose of this bill. It was conceived as an a spending bill for important and essential projects and since then it’s gotten loaded up with so much pork that it’s now almost nothing but pet projects,” Ann said, “What we want to do on my side is to whittle this down to projects that are truly deserving of federal funding.”

“Fair enough to me,” I said, “but if you really want to do that, this knife’s going to have to cut both ways. Your projects are going to have to be thrown out just like our’s.”

“Jack, to be honest with you I’m sick and tired of it on both sides of the aisle. I mean, super highways running through tracts of land that get used by six people a day, multimillion dollar community centers for towns of less than a hundred people, it’s ridiculous,” Ann said, “And if the leadership of both our parties has been stupid enough to think that young, idealistic people like us are going to cut a few things here and there to create the appearance that the pork has been removed from this bill then they’re seriously mistaken.”

“Hold on a second,” I said leaning forward with interest, “You mean you actually want to gut this bill? You’re serious about this?”

“Absolutely. I don’t think I’d be able to go to sleep tonight if I did anything else.”

I sat back in my chair and considered her proposition for a moment. “We <I>have</I> been empowered to negotiate this bill, after all…”

“And it’s just you and me here right now,” Ann said with a smile.

“All right Ann,” I said sitting up, “I’m game. Let’s slice and dice.”

“Great,” Ann said, her smile growing wider as she flipped open the bill, “First order of business: funds for renovation of a military hospital…”

***

“Come on Ann,” I said as I ran my hand through my hair, “Are you really going to argue that we shouldn’t be funding high speed rail?”

“I don’t suppose that it has anything to do with the fact that it’s in your state, would it Jack?” Ann said. There was a smile on her lips that betrayed the fact she was enjoying arguing this one with me.

We’d been going at it for four hours now. Some things had been easy to agree on, others rather hard. The worst of it was that we were only about halfway through the bill. There was no way we were going to finish today and the worst part was that it wasn’t like we had completely open schedules to keep going tomorrow.

Still, the negotiation could have lasted for weeks and I wouldn’t have cared. Every minute I spent haggling over funding for bridges and museums was another one that I spent in the presence of Ann. There was something about her that penetrated deep into me. It was as if I’d never really seen what a woman should look like until I’d seen Ann. So much about her encapsulated the beauty and sensuality of a woman. Part of me wanted to leap over the conference table and begin making out with her right on the floor. My self-control limited this impulse to taking every opportunity to ogle Ann’s many curves and steal glimpses of her soft white cleavage.

“High speed rail will create thousands of construction jobs as well as reduce the flight volume at airports and decrease carbon emissions,” I replied, “It’s a good project.”

Ann looked at her watch. “I’ll take it under advisement. I think you and I both need to get some dinner.”

“Now <I>there</I> I’ll agree with you,” I said as I stood up and stretched, “I just don’t know how we’re going to finish this in enough time. They were expecting us to rubber stamp this and be done with it.”

“I’ve been known to pull an all-nighter when it’s warranted,” Ann said, “but that was mainly in college.”

“I was too good a student in college for that,” I said with a smile as I put my suit jacket back on.

“Why am I not surprised?” Ann said as we exited the conference room where we each found one of our aides dutifully waiting for us. We deposited the massive bills, now marked up, with each aide. “Bill, would you call ahead to Toby’s and make a reservation for Senator Thornton and me?”

“Absolutely Senator,” Bill the aide said as he hurried back to Jennings’ office with the marked up bill as my aide went in the opposite direction.

“I hope that’ll be all right with you?” Ann asked me.

“Oh, you have to drag me kicking and screaming to one of the finest steakhouses in the capital,” I said nonchalantly.

“Then let’s take my car,” Ann replied with a smirk.

We made our way over to Toby’s and we were seated immediately in a relatively private booth, despite it being the height of the dinner rush. I’d learned long ago that almost any restaurant magically happens to have a table that’s “just opened up” when Senator Thornton arrives—though the chances that Mr. Thornton would have gotten the same treatment was highly doubtful. I could only imagine what the service would be like if I did a couple more terms in the Capitol and acquired some name recognition.

After ordering Ann and I talked over our drinks and salads. We each told our stories to get better acquainted. I talked about how I’d been elected to the Senate last year after terming out of the state legislature and being too stupid to know that you “don’t just run for the Senate”, as several state party officials told me. Of course that just put me in the catbird seat when I won the primary, a situation I dealt with graciously knowing it was better to make friends than enemies. Thus I became the junior Senator from my fair state for the next six years.

I was much more interested in hearing Ann’s history than telling my own, especially because she’d come out of relatively nowhere to where she was today. She was the intelligent daughter of a midsize rancher and dairy farmer in a geographically large but sparsely inhabited state. Ann had become mayor of one of the larger cities in her state before moving to the state legislature like myself. From there she’d jumped into national politics in the House in the last election. When the senior Senator from her state died suddenly late last year Ann had been appointed by the Governor to fill the vacancy.

“And that’s how I’m here today,” Ann said as our steaks arrived.

I’d never had dinner with a woman and had her order a steak that was bigger than mine. Not until I had dinner with Ann Jennings. It was clear that she knew her meat too. Though Toby’s would never serve anything but a choice cut, her sirloin was a thing of beauty. It made my ribeye pale in comparison. The baked potato on her plate was so large that it must have been the pride and joy of Idaho. I was exhilarated while I watched Ann attack her steak, potato, and vegetables with gusto while we carried on our conversation.

“Toby’s is one of the best steaks I’ve ever had,” Ann commented as she was halfway through, “It’s about the only place I can go in the capital.”

“It’s without question the best I’ve ever had,” I replied, “It’s perfect.”

“Oh, hardly,” Ann said with a dismissive wave of her hand, “You’ve never had steak like we do it in my family. It surpasses this one by leaps and bounds.”

“Courtesy of a secret ingredient I bet?” I suggested.

“Maybe,” Ann said coyly with a smirk.

If Ann hadn’t asked for the dessert menu after the waiter removed her totally clean plate I would have. I could have been stuffed to the gills and I would have asked for the dessert menu just to see if Ann would inhale that too. When Ann selected the chocolate raspberry cake I realized that I couldn’t have made a better selection myself. It arrived as a triple layer chocolate cake with raspberry filling and decadent fudge frosting. It was so rich that I could only take a few bites before feeling utterly full. Ann, on the other hand, ate slowly, but with relish. Each forkful passed her full ruby lips like a sacrificial offering to a god. Perhaps that was how Ann saw it too. After all, it seemed pretty clear that she denied her belly nothing it asked for. I suddenly reflected that it was curious that Ann should indulge her every culinary desire yet was so tight when it came to government spending, as evidenced by today’s negotiations. Perhaps there was some odd inverse relation that explained it all. The truth was I didn’t care. With such a voluptuous body, I didn’t give a damn about the reasons behind her politics as long as she ate like that.

“I will say this though, their desserts are to die for,” Ann said, “I love a good dessert, and this is heavenly.”

“I’d agree. Though not the best <I>I’ve</I> ever had,” I said.

“Oh? Do tell,” Ann said with playful curiosity.

“Senator Wagner served beignets for dessert at a dinner party I attended a few months ago, made from an old family recipe from where he hails down South. That, coupled with bananas foster bread pudding…oh it was divine,” I said. Good meals often fade quickly from memory, but I could almost taste that night in my mouth. Of course, I also remembered the lovely, chubby young woman who was my date for the night eating up said desserts, but now I felt that night would only have been truly indulged and enjoyed by someone of the caliber of Ann.

“That’s a shame,” Ann said, “Mainly because I doubt that Wagner’s going to invite me to any of his functions in the near future.”

“What? You don’t believe Wagner’s protestations of bipartisanship?” I said. It was well known that Wagner, though a moderate liberal like myself, rarely made much of an effort to reach across the aisle on just about anything. The chances that he was going to invite many members of the opposition to his dinner parties were indeed slim.

“No more than I believe those of my colleagues,” Ann said. She sighed. Though it was a sigh of disappointment, I picked up a hint of contentment from a meal fully enjoyed in it too. “You know, the Founding Fathers, despite their differences, had so much more camaraderie than we do. I mean, it was over a dinner, probably not that unlike this one, that Jefferson and Hamilton worked out the assumption of state debts by the federal government in exchange for putting the nation’s capital where it is today. Now we’re so polarized we barely even talk to one another anymore, let alone actually be friendly.”

“Well we’re talking to each other now. It might just be two Senators, but we’re making progress,” I said.

“It’s a start,” Ann agreed, “In that spirit, I guess we should get back to work.”

“Seems like it,” I said standing.

“Perhaps we should go somewhere more comfortable?” Ann suggested, “We could indulge ourselves in a nightcap at my place while we try to hammer out the remainder of the bill.”

“Well, this is certainly the first time that I ever got that far on a first date,” I said before I thought about it.

The remark settled on the table for a moment. I wasn’t sure if Ann would shrug it off humorously or not, but that second of silence gave the remark added weight. “Come on, let’s go,” Ann said simply with a small smile and I followed her out to her car.

***

Ann Jennings’ apartment wasn’t very large, but it was nicely furnished. We each had a drink as we reviewed a copy of the bill, haggling back and forth. We had draped our jackets over chairs after we entered and the fact we were dressed down by that extra bit gave our negotiations a friendly, casual nature. It was more a conversation than a partisan battle as so many negotiations were. We tossed jibes, friendly protests, sarcastic remarks, and laughs at one another as we whittled away at the bill line by line. Still, there was a lot to go through.

“I just don’t think we can get this finished tonight,” I lamented at one point.

“I think you’re right,” Ann assented as she got up and stretched, “I don’t suppose if you’d mind if I put something else on? To be honest I hate all this dress clothing.”

“Go ahead,” I said, “I know what you mean.”

Ann went into her bedroom. As she sauntered down the hall, her back to me, I took the opportunity to steal another glance at her round, full butt. For the umpteenth time that day I imagined what it would be like to grab and squeeze that magnificent ass. As she changed in the privacy of her bedroom I looked over the next item on the bill. Support for dairy farming, naturally from my state again. I knew that it was going to be an uphill battle trying to keep this one in the bill. I already knew that Ann would say that this wasn’t the sort of essential project that this bill was supposed to fund. Still, her family were dairy farmers. It was possible she might—

My train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. I turned, curious to see what it was that Ann had changed into.

The answer was almost nothing.

Ann sauntered towards me in a bra and underwear that didn’t cover as much of her hips as I would have thought. Her black bra supported a pair of jiggling jugs that caused my mouth to fall open. They were without question the largest pair I’d ever seen so much of. I was enchanted by those dual delectable melons of fair flesh. Her belly roll pooched ever so slightly over the waistband of her midnight black underwear, quivering and inviting. Her belly button, nestled amidst cream colored flesh, was like a deep cavern that held a treasure for intrepid explorers. Though her thick, wobbling thighs were entrancing, it was the plumpness between them that hypnotized me. It took the sudden realization that I was standing inches from Ann to break me out of my trance.

“Senator Thornton,” Ann said simply as she reached forward and undid my tie.

“Senator Jennings,” I said as I suddenly realized that this was the first time I’d seen Ann’s bare arms. Like I’d noticed earlier when I had first seen her hands, her upper arms were pleasingly chubby. As she began to unbutton my shirt, I watched them jiggle and found it titillating.

“I thought perhaps a change of attire was needed since you’re such a <I>hard</I> negotiator,” Ann said. Needless to say, I didn’t miss the thrust of her allusion. “Perhaps this will make you a little more amenable to my position?”

“Oh, I’ve got a few positions of my own in mind right now,” I said with surprising coolness.

“I can tell you’ll <I>rigidly</I> adhere to them,” Ann said as I took my shirt off now that it was unbuttoned, “After all, your passion was rather evident all day long.”

So she’d known all this time. Looked like she’d liked what she saw too. I tried to think of a witty reply but blood wasn’t exactly rushing to my brain at this point. “Okay, you got me. I’ve only got one response to that,” I said in defeat. I wrapped my arms around Ann and pulled her bulk close to me in a strong kiss.

When we broke apart, our arms still around one another, Ann said, “About damn time you kissed me! You looked like you’ve wanted to do it all day.”

“That and more,” I admitted.

“Then let’s stop wasting the taxpayers’ time,” Ann said and with that invocation of fiscal responsibility we rushed into the bedroom to get to work.

***

I groggily awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs the next morning. Rolling out of bed, I pulled on my pants from last night staggered out of the bedroom with a yawn.

“Good morning,” Ann said through a mouthful of toast. She was wearing a large dress shirt with no pants as she munched on toast. Despite the size of the shirt, her salient features were quite visible. The shirt’s first two buttons were undone, revealing the soft cleavage that I’d reveled in last night. Though Ann was clearly not wearing a bra, her breasts still looked tantalizingly full and inviting. Her big, thick thighs were squished together on the chair on which she was sitting. Underneath the bottom of the shirt and I could see that she was wearing bright blue panties that morning. Though she had next to no make up on and her hair was a mess, Ann was still easily the most beautiful woman I’d seen in my life.

As I passed by the kitchen table Ann stood and deposited a kiss on my cheek, leaving a few buttered crumbs of toast that I brushed off my day old stubble without annoyance. In fact, it was kind of cute.

“You’re an early riser,” I said as I put a couple slices of bread into the toaster for myself. I glanced at the spread in front of Ann. Eggs, bacon, buttered toast, orange juice. It was a simple breakfast but more than most busy Senators indulged in.

“Agriculture Committee, 9:00 AM,” Ann responded.

“I’ve got Aviation at 10:00,” I said.

“Thought you might need an early start so you could get back to your place and get a fresh start on the day,” Ann said.

I stopped and considered the alternative. “That would have to be the most awkward walk of shame ever.”

Ann started giggling—and jiggling—uncontrollably at the thought. “I can just see DeWitt and Ritter walking in all looking disheveled in yesterday’s clothes,” Ann said. Senators DeWitt and Ritter were two of Ann’s colleagues, though both over the age of 70. It was quite a ridiculous scene to envision. “Say, want some eggs?”

“Sure. I’ll take a shower to let you finish your breakfast first,” I said as my toast popped out.

“You’ll do no such thing!” Ann said sternly, “I thought you were a tree hugger.”

“Environmentalists still take showers,” I said, “Sadly, it seems very few of the ones I meet on the campaign trail do though…”

“I bet that most of them do. But you conserve much more water if two people take a shower together instead of just one,” Ann said with a mischievous smile.

“Now you’re seeing the benefits of caring for Mother Nature,” I said before I gave Ann a good kiss, “Now maybe you’ll let me keep that solar power project you wanted to cut from the bill yesterday?”

“You wish,” Ann whispered sensually in my ear.

God I loved Ann Jennings.

***

 

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