Lorinda graduated from Pepperdine University, the ceremony held on the campus overlooking the beautiful blue Pacific Ocean. It had been attended only by a few of her close friends, her parents had passed away a few years ago, and Lorinda was still unable to fully cope with their absence. She had no other siblings and her other relatives were distant. The majority of her friends were seated next to her, graduating with her. It had been a rough four years, but Lorinda managed to scrape by with the small inheritance she received, student loans, and the usual part-time jobs that students took to furnish them with an adequate supply of Top Ramon. She had majored in Political Science, as politics had always fascinated her. The interest was probably hereditary, her father was the Mayor of Carlsbad for over 12 years and a succession of lower political positions had gotten him to the Mayor's position. He was destined to go farther up the political ladder, but an automobile accident had snuffed out her parents in a second, a slick, wet road the ultimate cause to the end of his career.

For the majority of her life, Lorinda grew up in Carlsbad, a small ocean community in Northern San Diego County. She had loved the city as a child, but it now held too many painful memories, making it impossible for her to remain there. She still had to decide what to do with her life now and where she was going to live. But she would postpone those thoughts until tomorrow, as there was a graduation party to attend.

The party was in full swing as Jaz, a friend, watched Lorinda, loving the excitement in her voice as she talked politics with the best of them. She had such a passion, almost matching hers in intensity. They could have been sisters if one didn't know otherwise. They both had slim figures, due to four years of cheap food, for the only luxury of enjoying fine cuisine occurred when they managed to find a date outside of school where the boy could actually afford to pay for a good dinner. Lorinda had blonde hair, a product of both heredity and the Southern California sun, while Jaz kept her hair a dark brown, refusing to dye it as so many others did. "He'd know the first time he got my panties off." she always said.

Jaz was a bit jealous of her friend Lorinda's breasts. While hers were certainly nothing to scoff at, Lorinda's were even fuller. And Lorinda's areolas were darker, which made her nipples stand out even more. And stand out they did, as Jaz was always teasing Lorinda about the fact that they got hard at the merest hint of arousal, which in Lorinda's case was often. Lorinda kept her bush neatly trimmed, Jaz preferring being shorn of all hair. "I want them to see what they are panting about." she would say. They had been roommates for the last two years, sharing all of their most intimate secrets. When you live in a small room with another girl, there was little privacy, and both of them were usually studying. So even when it came to masturbation they had no modesty, openly performing regardless of the other being in the room. In most cases they would both engage in self-pleasure at the same time, often revealing their deepest desires. And then there were the occasional times when they would touch each other, not often, but doing it as if it were the most natural act, more exploration than passion.

Lorinda smiled at Jaz, seeing her looking over at her. "Excuse me," she said to the people around her, letting the conversation pass her by, and got up to join Jaz. They had drunk a little, but not much more than usual, the exhilaration of their graduation more of a high than alcohol could ever provide. She moved close to Jaz, putting one hand on her waist, looking down at the short blue dress she was wearing. She moved in close, kissing her gently on the cheek.

"How could you ever be standing here by yourself in that outfit? The guys must be chained to their chairs, afraid to get up and expose their hard cocks that are most likely pushing out their pants!" she laughed. She inhaled Jaz's perfume, which was not as subtle as hers, but was still alluring.

"I just dumped a bunch of them." Jaz responded. "I was enjoying you from afar. I love the passion in your eyes as you talk. If you only had a cock I'd be happy." She laughed, rubbing her cheek against Lorinda's lips.

"Hell, if I had a cock, I'd be happy. Then I could fuck myself and not have to put up with these boys." Lorinda giggled. "They fall over us too easily. For once I'd just like to meet a real man that would sweep me off my feet." They had talked about this for years and assumed that once they got off the campus their sex life would pick up. Or at least they were hoping it would.

Jaz whispered into Lorinda's ear. "You don't want to be swept off your feet. You want to be lassoed with a rope and bound," she said, teasing her.

"And that's a bad thing because...?" Lorinda asked. They had talked about this, or at least Lorinda had. Her fantasies always tended toward being taken by a strong man. At least sexually. In any other way it was the complete opposite, her personality overpowered those men that tried to stand up to her. She had even tried to get Jaz to participate in her one of her fantasy scenarios, but Jaz had refused, unsure of what would be required of her once she got Lorinda bound. She looked at Jaz. "Let's change the subject, I'm getting horny."

"Fine," Jaz said, refusing to engage Lorinda in the same line that had always ended the same way. "What do you want to do when you grow up?"

"I was thinking. You serious about not going home to Kansas?" She needed a roommate and Jaz was her best friend.

Jaz grunted. "Do you remember the tornados in Kansas last year? And the cold winters? My parents have given up on me coming home. In fact, they're talking about moving to Arizona to retire in two years. Arizona is only about a four-hour drive from Southern California. Are you thinking about Carlsbad again?" She knew it was still a painful memory for Lorinda.

"No," she shot back quickly. "But I do love San Diego. What do you think?"

"The city of San Diego. Damn girl, it's a Republican stronghold. What'll a couple of Democratic girls do in San Diego except get their asses kicked in any election that they work on?" It was a beautiful city and the weather was the best you could find in the country. They had gone down for a couple of weekends, staying down at the beach, enjoying lying out in bikinis, teasing the boys with their half-naked bodies.

"We could get a monkey elected if he could qualify. I still have some connections, I think we could find something to amuse us. And it might even pay. How about it, San Diego, maybe the beach?" Lorinda crossed her fingers.

Jaz looked at her. "Oh, what the hell. Why not?" She hugged Lorinda, secretly hoping they were doing the right thing. San Diego was an expensive city to live in, but then again, all of Southern California was costly.

The next day they slept late, the first time in a long time. No school, slight hangovers, and the excitement of graduation had sapped their strength. Lorinda looked over at Jaz, her half-naked body sprawled over the bed, her taut ass cheeks naked in the thong she wore. It was a shame that they both slept alone most of the time. Lorinda got up, going into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, picking up the current issue of the National Journal that was always conveniently located on the top of the toilet. While being a student, one always read whenever possible and the time spent on the toilet was not to be wasted. When she finished she got into the shower and turned on the water.

The hot shower felt good, and Lorinda soaped her body, the wash cloth rubbing gently over her skin. Her nipples perked up as the cloth rubbed over them. Jaz was right, they got hard with just the thought of sex. Not that the reaction was a bad thing. She soaped her hand, sliding down between her legs, the lather slipping between her lips as she began to rub her slit. Her eyes closed as her mind wandered, her hand gently gliding up and down her slit, her legs parting wider. "Mmmmmm," she moaned softly, her finger finding her clit, rubbing the wash cloth against it, the material harsher than her finger, igniting a thrill though her body. It wasn't long before she found two fingers inside her, spreading her open as she began to masturbate. As she felt her orgasm approach, she pinched her clit and dropped the soap, cumming as the water rushed over her sex. She shuddered in ecstasy, her body shaking as she came under her solo masturbation. Finally, after the quaking had subsided, she slipped her fingers out, letting the water cascade over her body, rinsing the soap and her orgasm from her body. She stepped out of the shower, drying off with the towel and wrapping it around her body.

"Damn, Girl! I hope you didn't waste all the hot water. You have to stop masturbating under the shower. I'm the one that ends up with the cold shower." Jaz was sitting up in bed, waiting patiently for Lorinda to exit the bathroom, knowing instinctively that long showers meant orgasms for Lorinda.

"Sorry," Lorinda answered, unashamed. Jaz went into the bathroom while Lorinda finished getting ready.

Lorinda rushed into the apartment, barely able to contain her enthusiasm. She had tried Jaz's cell phone but it was either busy or she had forgotten to charge it again. "Jaz! You home?"

"What's up?" Jaz was in the bathroom when she came bursting in, changing out of her bikini, having spent the afternoon at the pool.

"I did it!" Lorinda said excitedly.

"Did what?"

"I got us jobs." Lorinda had been working on it for a week, making two trips down to San Diego, calling in all the markers that her Father had accumulated, playing on their sympathy to get what she wanted. She had no qualms about using her feminine charms, politics was still a male-dominated field in spite of the Hillary Clintons and Barbara Boxers of the world. A short skirt could almost get you as much as a Masters degree in Political Science, though it wouldn't keep you on the job for long. That still required political cunning.

"Where?" Jaz was excited. Though they had a little money, college loans would become collectible in six months and both of them were saddled with hefty payments plus interest. Politics usually didn't pay well at the beginning, only after a string of successes would one be sought out for advancement.

Lorinda turned to her with a smug look on her face. "Where did I tell you? San Diego of course," she said, answering her own question.

"Does it pay?" That was the most important question.

"Damn, I'm good and we're lucky. You know that "Eagle" Thoringham has been in the papers for the last month, the San Diego Union Tribune reporting that he took bribes. He's been denying it for weeks. This morning in an abrupt about-face, he announced that he was guilty and had agreed to a plea-bargain with the government. He's resigning. I never saw so many happy Democrats in my life. It was almost as if they had won the White House. This will be the first chance they have at power in a Republican stronghold. No entrenched incumbent to try to unseat. The Democratic Party is putting all the money they can to take the seat from them. Big money. Because the special election will take place in only two months and there's no time for a bunch of amateurs to do it. They are hiring savvy political professionals." Jaz was following her every word, Lorinda still teasing her.

"And how do we fit in?" Jaz almost laughed, their only experience being some volunteer work while going to school.

"We've been hired. To help run the campaign." She waited for a moment to let it sink in. "At thirty thousand dollars a year." She paused for a second. "Each!" She knew it wouldn't last that long, but even with the special election, the winner would have to run again in nine months, and another campaign would have to be waged. If they could show their political savvy then maybe for the next campaign they would be sought out. She hated to even let the thought of what would happen if they won enter her head. Maybe Washington. It was too much to even say out loud.

"Between the both of us, that's sixty grand. I haven't made that much money since ... well, never." This was the chance of a lifetime. A chance to make their mark in local politics. Hell, national politics. The Democrats only needed a couple of seats to gain back control. If they were successful, they would be in demand. She raced up to Lorinda, grabbing her and hugging her close. "You're a doll. Did you have to promise to sleep with many of them?"

"No, but you'll have to" she teased back. "So what do you say? A big, artery-clogging steak tonight, a bottle of wine to celebrate, then back to salads tomorrow."

"Great. When do we start the new job?" She wanted so badly to leave.

"Monday. So this weekend it will be a road trip to find a place to live. You ready for the beach? It's off season, so we should at least be able to find something reasonable. Most of the college students are already settled in, so landlords that rented year-round without tenants should be desperate. Maybe we can snatch up something cheap. And then see how it goes by the summer time." Lorinda was so excited.

"I never like to miss the chance to wear a bikini." Jaz said happily. This was proving to be more than they both had ever hoped for. A real chance to help elect an important Senator from the most powerful state in the United States.