23 Milking for Opportunities

I tugged and pulled gently as my fingers closed one by one in a controlled and firm motion around the nipple. The burst of hot liquid hitting the bucket was music to my ears. It didn't take long before there was enough of the white foamy milk accumulated that I was compelled to drink it.

Warm, slightly sweet and fresh on my lips.

'Fucking Echo, fucking Homelander instincts, fucking milk fetish.'

After stuffing a scared and confused Kimiko in a taxi, I went to the Robert Singer rally at the farm in upstate New York.

Singer, a Democrat and secretary of defense, was in cahoots with Vought and Homelander was supposed to endorse him.

And I did endorse him, anti-corruption, trusted friend, honest man and all that bullshit the crowds loved to hear. I talked him up and gave a watered-down version of my speech this morning.

These salt of the earth rural types literally ate it all up, the ignorant fucks.

'The American Way' what a joke. Like these morons would have any idea what that meant, what it actually took to keep America on top, a fucking joke.

I shouldn't be too hard on them it's not their fault really, the shit education system and good fortune of our country has made them fat and ignorant.

That worked to my advantage let them all project their version of 'The American Way' on me.

Still I was here for a second purpose, Victoria Neuman.

She was here and I was hoping she would approach me, unfortunately with my future knowledge and Homelander's inherited fetish I felt almost compelled to come and indulge in the sweet white nectar from this beautiful creature.

'Moo!'

Yes Echo, we pet the gentle grass doggo.

'Fucking Homelander'

My hearing picked up the confident footsteps long before she entered the barn.

"Fresh milk?" I ask pushing the bucket in her direction before she could say anything. "It's safe if you drink it straight from the cow quickly enough while it's warm, you don't have to boil it."

I could tell she was thrown off her rhythm.

"No, thanks."

"Ah, more for me then." I said and gulped the rest of it. "Congressman Neuman, how can I help you?" I put the bucket down and stood to face her.

She approached me until she was within arm's length. I have to give it to her very ballsy.

"That's one hell of a speech you gave. I'll be surprised if he doesn't jump in the polls and the press conference this morning…well half my team thinks you've gone mad and the other half thinks you should run for president."

"Funny, that's what my PR team said as well." I replied. "Now you're not here to give me media tips are you? So what do you want?"

"I think we can help each other." She started with a sly smile. "You and me we could make a great team." Her long curved eyelashes batting at me, he big eyes looking up gently. "With your support we could do great things, I could pass the education support bill and I could back you up on, UGH!"

Like a cobra attacking my right hand shot up faster than she could react and grabbed her neck, thumb squeezing her voice box.

"The fucking audacity you have." I said rage building up inside of me. "You fail with Starlight, trying to turn her against me." Her breathing intensified and I could feel her super strength gripping my forearm, not that it would do her any good, as my fingers tightened like a vice around her neck.

"What you didn't think I would know about that, about your little girl power scheme? And now you come to me peddling your bullshit and I'm supposed to stay and listen like a good little idiot? Blink twice if I'm wrong." her eyes went big in shock, well bigger since she was already shocked by me grabbing her, as I finished repeating her line.

My rage was sweltering now. I felt energy building up inside of me.

'Bend her over! Mount her!'

Yes Echo, no, wait, what the fuck? I mean yes, sure, she had full curves, plush lips and delicious looking mocha skin and…god damn it, I'm at half-mast already.

"You need someone you can trust." She said.

"What? Someone like you?"

"I got rid of Edgar for you, that cost me a lot. I'm proposing a strictly transactional relationship. You help me out with one small favor and I help you." She pulled out the piece of paper with Ryan's address.

I let go of her, took a look at the address and then at her. "If this is what I think it is then I'll help you with your little problem. You'll be VP in no time." I said with a cold smile.

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "How did you" I cut her off.

"Oh please, ambitious, outspoken and strong headed, like it's hard to tell you want to be the first woman president." I said leaning in, her scent, a mixture of sweat, hormones and lavender filled my nostrils, dam she barely came up to my chin.

"Come to my penthouse tonight, midnight, I have a new proposition, we'll talk details then." I finished and walked off leaving her confused.

It honestly took everything I had to control myself and not take her then and there.

Fucking Echo urges, this is why I can't let him indulge too much, it leads to me doing stupid shit.

Whether she'll show up tonight…I'll have to wait and see.

Now, I had the rest of the day to…attend meetings and respond to email.

Fucking hell, no rest for the wicked.