Rhetorics

12. Liquid amber (Hashirama)

There was something exquisite about being mouth-fucked by your political enemy.

It was mouth-wateringly arousing.

It was one thing when it was a soft, submissive woman, but Uchiha... He was almost as tall as me, his forehead reaching my nose when I stood next to him, and he was broader than I was. He always carried himself with such poise, I bet anyone but me would waver. I found it impossible to imagine him going down on his knees for me, yet, he seemed to love it.

I looked around me, anxious, trying to stay focussed on the situation even if my mind was in my office with Uchiha. I needed to stay alert, avoiding the people who had been here last time, or people similar to them.

I was back in the club I had been to a few weeks earlier, when the professional wine taster had tried to buy me champagne. I hadn't been back since, but this evening, some party members had invited me and the other new candidates for parliament, and I didn't want to say no. But I was tense. Incredibly so. I had dressed down a bit in a dark grey, tight, long-sleeved T-shirt and black trousers, my hair in a high ponytail, some loose strands framing my face. I felt a bit bare without at least a shirt, but I didn't hate it.

"Get yourself a drink." It was Hank who had come up behind me. "Whatever price class. It's on me."

"I can buy my own drink", I said, not unkindly.

"Oh, I know, son!" Hank said, slapping my shoulder. "Please, let me. My own son is in Australia so I can't buy him any."

"Hey! What about my drink? Aren't you gonna buy me one?" It was another member who'd just gained a place in parliament. He was just messing around; all of us could afford our own drinks.

"Tell me in a few years when you become the youngest parliament member of our party in history", Hank joked. "Then, I'll buy you a yacht.

I smirked a little. "I'm not a parliamentarian yet."

"Don't try to be humble!" Hank said. "You might lead us to majority. Enable us to form government. We need to start discussing the implementation of new policies. We have promised the voters quick actions. Let's win government and show them we are men of our words, as opposed to the previous party." My thoughts went to Uchiha. I wonder what he's doing now. "Come. Let's discuss over your chosen drink."

Hank got me a frightfully expensive glass of whisky, and all of us went and sat on a more private table to talk.

"I believe we should start small and spread out like a fan", the man who'd wanted a drink from Hank said.

"Yes, excellent idea", Hank said. "That way, our small deeds will seem greater. If we start big, and take the smaller things later, they will not seem impressive enough. But if we start small, people will see it as us taking action, and then bam!" Hank slammed his hand in the table. Everyone jumped except for me. "We'll go in big. Banning immigration for a while. Working on rigorous immigration politics to prevent anyone else other than those who are highly educated to get into the country before we loosen up the banning."

"The problem with that, though", I said, twirling my whisky around in my glass. "Is that then, all immigrants will take jobs from natives."

"Ahh, but I'm sure you, if anyone, can come up with a solution?" Hank asked.

I was quiet for a while, looking at the whiskey in my glass. It looked like liquid amber. "A quota", I said.

"Please, explain" someone else asked.

"Natives get first priority when it comes to a certain percentage of jobs."

"Why not a hundred percent?" Hank asked.