Political Statement (Patreon)

“Today will be a new dawn.” Beverly Boone looked out of the window of her limo as it sped through the city, police escort lighting up the streets around them. The sun was setting. “Today the sun sets on the old world.” Much better, much more appropriate. She almost clucked to herself, so happy was she with the quickness of her mental capabilities. “You know I may be the greatest orator the world has ever known.” She said to nobody in particular. The driver did not acknowledge anything, and Pamela, her trusted assistant continued to type frantically into her phone. Beverley leaned back, a smile spreading across her glossy lips.

*

The limo stopped and the door was opened. As she stepped out Beverly waived to the crowd. They were screaming for her, they loved her. Cameras flashed. She cast an eye over the secret service agents. Tight buns and broad chests, just the way she liked them. Soon it would take more than one of them to satisfy her though, soon she would be taking them by the fistful. She smiled again and winked at Steve who had opened her door. She accidentally brushed his crotch with the back of her hand as she straightened her skirt. Nice package.

Looking up she saw the scaffolding as it loomed above them, almost as tall as the apartment blocks that ringed the square. Men in white coats busied themselves on its many layers, running up and down the stairs. She knew that up at the top was a device that was going to change the world. It was going to make her more than a leader, more than a president, more than a mogul. It was going to make her a hero, a master, a titan, a destroyer. Unquestioned power was about to be hers, and none of these fools knew it. None of her opponents knew it. She could keep a secret when she needed too. Oh yes. She could drop all the hints she wanted to and none of the bozos had cottoned on.

*

Beverly stood in front of the scaffolding. She could see movement at the top. A signal. The crowds were behind a barrier and she stood in the centre of an open patch of ground. A very large open patch. Soon it would feel very small. She grinned and almost squirmed inside. It was all she could do not to start fingering herself. She gave a huge wave to the crowd and blew some kisses, then gave a clear thumbs up to the top of the tower. Almost instantly she was struck by a beam of pink light. It was warm, not hot. She tingled.

*

Beverley was now looking directly at the growth beam at the top of the scaffold. Her eyes were level with it, her feet were still on the ground. A moment later she was looking down on the top of the scaffolding, down on the men in white coats. Still she continued to rise. At her feet people were screaming and running. She did not move her feet yet. If she did these little twerps would be dollops for jelly. Soon she would move, but not yet. She wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. There was more growing to do. The arousal practically dripped down her thigh.