Alice, the former mayor of Bamban, Tarlac, made some allegations regarding the POGO issue. She requested the chairperson to organize an executive session for her so she could share the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
She sat in the office as the executive session began, with only her and the chairperson in the room.
Two women in one room..
They might kiss.
Yes, they will.
As the door closed behind them, a heavy silence filled the room. Alice glanced at the chairperson, her heart racing. "Thank you for agreeing to this," she said, her voice steady but filled with emotion.
The chairperson nodded, her expression serious. "We need to address these allegations directly. What do you know?"
Alice took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her words. "I have evidence of corruption linked to the POGO operations. It goes higher than anyone realizes."
The chairperson leaned forward, intrigued. "What kind of evidence?"
Alice reached into her bag, pulling out documents and a flash drive. "This contains everything-emails, contracts, and testimonies from insiders. It's all here."
As she handed over the materials, their fingers brushed. An electric moment passed between them, and Alice felt a sudden spark of connection.
"Uh, sorry, Madam Chair," Alice stammered, a hint of embarrassment creeping into her voice.
"It's okay, Ms. Alice," the chairperson replied, looking up and smiling, seemingly unfazed by the moment. Her gaze lingered for just a heartbeat longer than necessary.
Alice felt her cheeks flush, but she quickly focused on the documents in front of her. "I just want to make sure everything is clear," she said, her tone shifting back to seriousness. "This is crucial for the investigation."
The chairperson nodded, her expression earnest. "I understand. Let's make sure we get this right."
As they delved into the evidence, Alice couldn't shake the feeling that this meeting was more than just a discussion of allegations. The atmosphere was charged, filled with unspoken words and possibilities.
With each piece of information they uncovered together, Alice felt a growing camaraderie with the chairperson. They exchanged glances that lingered a moment too long, and with each shared smile, the connection between them deepened.
"Thank you for trusting me with this," the chairperson said softly, breaking the tension.
Alice met her gaze, heart racing. "I couldn't do it without your agreeing to this session, Ms. Risa."
Risa smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Thank you, Alice. I appreciate your trust in me."
Alice hesitated, then blurted out, "You look pretty today. I mean, not that you don't look pretty every day, but being this close..." She took a breath, flustered. "I've never really been this close to you before."
Risa's smile widened, and a playful glint appeared in her eyes. "Well, I'm glad you noticed. Sometimes being close allows you to see things differently."
Alice felt a rush of warmth at Risa's words, the tension in the room shifting again. "I guess it does," she replied softly, heart pounding.
They shared a moment of silence, the air thick with unspoken feelings. Alice felt a pull towards Risa, an undeniable connection that transcended their professional roles.
"Let's get back to the evidence," Risa suggested, but her tone was softer, inviting.
"Right, of course," Alice said, trying to regain her composure. But as they leaned over the documents, their shoulders brushed, and Alice knew this was more than just an executive session-it was a turning point.
"I can't hold my feelings any longer," Alice suddenly blurted out, the words spilling out before she could stop herself.
Risa paused, her eyes widening in surprise as she turned to face Alice fully. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know... I can't hold back anymore. I'm sorry for doing this." Before she could think it through, Alice leaned in and pressed her lips against Risa's.
"Uhm, Ms. Alice, this isn't right," Risa said, pulling back slightly, her breath quickening. "I'm just here to ask questions and nothing more."
Alice's heart raced, confusion flooding her mind. "I didn't mean to-"
Risa raised a hand gently, her expression a mix of surprise and concern. "Alice, I appreciate your feelings, but we're in a professional setting. We need to focus on the investigation."
Alice felt the weight of her actions sink in, embarrassment washing over her. "You're right. I'm sorry. I got carried away."
Risa softened, her gaze holding a hint of understanding. "It's okay. Emotions can run high, especially in situations like this. But we can't let it complicate things."
Alice nodded, swallowing hard. "I understand. I just... I couldn't help myself."
Risa took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "Let's refocus on the evidence. We can revisit this conversation later, when the time is right."
"Right," Alice said, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. As they turned back to the documents, the air between them crackled with unresolved tension, leaving both women aware that this wasn't over yet.
"Uh, Madam Chair?" Alice questioned.
"Yes, Ms. Alice?" Risa answered.
"You're thigh are so soft..." Alice was now holding Risa's thigh.
"Ms. Alice, please remove your hand," Risa tried to pull Alice's hand away.
"I can't... it's too soft..." As Alice said that, she slowly moved her hand toward Risa's private part and rubbed her finger around Risa's sensitive area while still on her skirt.
"Ugh, Ms. Alice. Please stop," Risa pleaded, her tone serious.
Alice felt a mix of confusion and desire. "But you like it," she insisted.
Alice continued, refusing to take her hand off Risa's thighs, leaving Risa in a difficult situation.
"Please remove it, Ms. Alice. Uh... ugh!" Risa pleaded, as Alice now started to pull Risa's skirt down almost completely.
"Please, just stop. You're being disrespectful," Risa said, her voice firm.
"I'm a senator," she added, standing up, visibly shaken. "Enough. I am leaving."
Risa stormed out, not looking back at Alice, leaving her with a mix of emotions.
"Did I do something wrong?" she wondered, pouting. "I thought it was okay to push her a little... now she's really mad at me."
Her mind raced, replaying the confrontation. Maybe she had gone too far this time.
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