Naked Ambition Read Online Free Page A

assured her, linking arms with her. “And that damn president doesn’t know how lucky he’s going to get!”
    Angel stopped suddenly, frowning in thought. “How much have we got in the kitty right now?” she asked.
    “Some. Why?”
    “They haven’t hired in the whole of CSL, so why don’t we see what we can afford? As you said, we’ll probably still get beaten, but we might avoid getting massacred.”
     
    By late that afternoon Sadia was ensconced in the president’s private office. With them was the general secretary of the country’s construction, transport and municipal workers. In effect he was the second most influential man in the country. Some said he was considerably more than that.
    For the moment however, he was content to stand by one of the tall windows and allow the president and the countess to talk.
    “I cannot pretend that you do not disappoint me, Countess,” he was saying having listened to Sadia’s update. “However, I can see the logic in having a delay before the first event at our own arena. How about you, Leonid?”
    The union man turned from admiring the view of the state brothel and its magnificent grounds, in which two or three pony girls were being drilled on the lunge rein.
    “Indeed. It is disappointing,” he said. “But unavoidable. Better to wait and improve the odds on being successful than to rush in and look foolish. However…….”
    “Yes,” the president broke in, sitting back and steepling his fingers beneath his chin. “However, Sadia, there is a lot of money at stake. Leonid’s men will have to be paid while they are on strike.”
    Sadia nodded. She and Angel had been through this before she had left. “For the first two home games; win or lose, we will pay 50 per cent more to the government than originally agreed.”
    The men both nodded but then the union boss spoke again. “I am afraid I can foresee some restlessness and maybe even civil disorder towards the end of the two months you are asking for. Many of the men have been looking forward to watching the games; they have paid heavy taxes to fund the arena………” Again he left his sentence hanging.
    Sadia nodded again. This had also been anticipated. “For the final fortnight before the games, we will allow a fixed number of men access to my bitches each day. It will be for sex only, however. They must understand that anything else is out of the question that close to an event.”
    The two men looked at each other.
    “I can sell that, provided the strikers get front row seats,” the general secretary said.
    “Agreed,” Sadia replied.
    The president smiled and relaxed. “Good, now that that’s settled, there’s just the matter of ourselves. Our disappointment is deeply felt, my dear lady, and I’m afraid it must be addressed.”
    Sadia stood up and shrugged off her jacket, then began to unbutton her blouse. The two men removed their jackets. When she had taken her bra off, and her large, pale breasts with their wide areolas and pinkly erect nipples swung free on her chest, the president reached for them, his big hands clasping and clawing harshly into the soft flesh, making it bulge through the gaps between his fingers.
    He spent a few moments just feeling the succulence of her body before he stepped back.
    “Get your skirt off,” he said curtly. “You’ll take me first and then Leonid. Whichever hole we choose.”
    Sadia nodded as she unzipped the skirt and began to push it down her thighs, she could hear the thickness of excitement in the president’s voice and knew that if she just took a couple of quick ones over the desk, then she would have bought time for the Girl Squad to fully measure up to the requirements of the arena circuit.
    “And then my bodyguards,” Leonid added as he came closer, smiling grimly.
    Sadia turned to the president in alarm.
    “Good point, Leonid,” he said, coming closer. “Those boys were really looking forward to the first games. Mine were too!”
    She