A Bumpy Road to Power

In Dirk Carter's mind.

He could still envision the dense Black Forest between her legs at that moment.

Though not as impressive as Liza Yuill, the flight attendant from a few days ago.

Among women, though, she was considered highly "vigorous".

As the saying goes, the denser the hair, the stronger the desire.

Even though they hadn't truly engaged intimately, Dirk could tell that Elsie Eames's desires were no less than Dahlia Hughes's, possibly surpassing them.

Today, Elsie Eames was dressed with a lot of flair.

She wore a sweater with a waist-cinching design, seemingly from a luxury brand.

Her bottom was clad in a white short skirt.

Also a hip-hugging style.

Perfectly outlining the shape of her flawless hips.

Voluptuous and pert.

She sat directly on the sofa.

Asked, "Mayor Carter, don't you plan to offer me a cup of tea?"

Dirk finally snapped out of his shock.

Hastily brewed a cup of tea and brought it to her.

"Why are you in Veridia City?"

Dirk asked.

Elsie Eames smiled charmingly.

Said, "I came because I wanted to. What, from your tone, it sounds like Mayor Carter isn't very welcoming of me?"

"No, that's not what I mean, I... I was just thinking, you were probably sent here by that person, right?"

Dirk asked.

Elsie Eames showed a brief surprise.

Then she smiled slightly, saying, "Mayor Carter, don't probe me anymore. Anyway, I'm currently working at the city television station. If you need me for anything, just let me know."

This statement.

Was tantamount to an admission.

The first to appear was Dahlia Hughes.

She handled the political coordination.

Then there was Ewan Forrest and Rose Forrest.

They took care of Dirk's safety after returning home from work.

Now with Elsie Eames appearing.

It's obvious that with Elsie Eames's identity and rank at the Veridia City TV station, she was undoubted the Starlet, ensuring unfavorable media reports against Dirk could be filtered first.

Thus relieving Dirk's concerns about publicity.

If these people were organized by someone from behind the scenes, then who was that person?

Elsie Eames was always intelligent.

Seeing Dirk furrow his brows and remain silent, she seemed to understand something.

To interrupt his wild thoughts.

Elsie Eames stood up.

Walked over to sit beside Dirk.

Then reached out a hand, placed it on Dirk's thigh, and began to caress.

"Do you want to know who exactly that person is?"

Elsie Eames leaned closer to ask.

Dirk shivered, quickly replied, "Yes, who is that person?"

Elsie Eames let out a long breath, lying back against the sofa.

Her high heels casually kicked off.

Her legs lifted and rested on Dirk's thigh.

She stretched lazily.

Said, "Why do I feel my body is somewhat fatigued?"

Dirk immediately understood.

Extended his hand to rub Elsie Eames's calf.

Playfully asked, "Is this pressure suitable?"

Elsie Eames squinted her eyes open slightly.

Asked in a languid tone, "Dirk, do you still remember what happened between us on the Ferris wheel?"

The Ferris wheel?

Of course, Dirk remembered.

It was at Kenton County's cultural amusement park.

To get Elsie Eames to help topple Bjorn Dixon, they had placed a wager.

If, within a ten-minute round of the Ferris wheel, Elsie Eames could make Dirk climax, Dirk would lose; if not, Dirk would win.

Still, he remembers Elsie Eames's oral skills were quite exceptional, perhaps only slightly less than that enchantress Chloe Clay, yet ultimately, Dirk managed to hold back.

That was their closest encounter to date.

"I remember, of course I remember."

Dirk said.

Elsie Eames's legs parted slightly.

Said, "Last time it was me; this time it's your turn. If you can make me concede within ten minutes, I'll tell you who sent us here. If you can't, then, I'm sorry, I can't tell you. How about it?"

After saying this.

She paused.

Continued, "Of course, I'm not forcing you. If you're afraid, then don't ever ask me about who sent us here."

That's a clever twist of using one's own method against them.

"Alright, I'm in!"

Dirk said, gritting his teeth.

As soon as he finished speaking.

Dirk immediately pushed Elsie Eames's skirt up to her waist.

Perhaps to prevent her hip-hugging skirt from creasing, underneath her skirt, Elsie Eames actually wore a thong.

A palm-sized piece of fabric covered the most private area, with the other connected parts only linked by a thin string.

Looked particularly enticing.

Originally, she merely wished to deter Dirk from further questioning.

Unexpectedly, he truly committed.

As the skirt was lifted, Elsie Eames momentarily felt nervous.

Dirk wouldn't let her retreat.

With a gentle tug at the bowknot on her waist.

The thong slipped off.

Then.

Dirk held onto her calves.

Pushed them firmly down.

In this position.

Elsie Eames's source of dense hair stood erect, fully displayed before Dirk.

Without waiting to say anything.

Dirk buried his head directly down.

The moment warm lips touched the triangle zone.

Elsie Eames shuddered as if electrocuted.

Breathing became instantly hurried.

Dirk's skill was impressive.

His tongue kept teasing the most sensitive areas.

As the rhythm gradually accelerated, the surging sensation, like a tide, swiftly spread from between her legs.

Only felt the brain's cortex tingled.

Like countless fireworks bursting atop the cranium.

Finally, even her throat couldn't remain controlled, Elsie Eames involuntarily moaned softly.

In the agony, time passes very slowly.

Little did she know, under extreme pleasure, time also drags along slowly.

Several times she felt about to faint, only to awaken again, as if tossed into a tempestuous sea, floating and sinking.

Just around six to seven minutes.

Elsie Eames felt a certain sluice within her body was about to give way.

Constantly teetering on the verge of eruption.

Dirk seemed to sense Elsie Eames nearing meltdown.

His tongue skill grew even sharper.

"Stop... don't... don't... I... I can't anymore... Dirk, Dirk, I beg you, let me go... I yield..."

The pleading in her throat was incessant.

Yet Dirk had no intention of stopping.

Another round of lip and tongue finesse.

Elsie Eames suddenly arched her body, a suppressed murmur squeezed from her throat.

After a wave of tremors.

Only felt a warm current gushing from deep within her body...

Thus.

The numbing ecstasy occupied her entire body.

Leaving her collapsed onto the sofa, without the energy to move even a bit...

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