I can't lie, I don't know how but I was like God damn have mercy. Regular attire, fan attire, dress or casual she is so easy on the eyes. Sheeeeeeeesh.

Anyways, any guys in here like the lady taking charge? Can't be just me.

Enjoy.

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There is one problem with government. And it doesn't matter what nation it is. Yes there are jokes that go along in countries that can take a joke, but they all start from one reason. Angry men not getting things done properly. It's been going on since the structures started. And yet, no matter which President, Prime Minister, Dictator, or any form of government upon them, it all remains the same as far as concept. Angry men not getting it done. It could be the wrong move, the right move, or flat out just taking too long. 

It was dark as the important men were in an all day meeting. It started briefly at 9 AM. Then around 1 PM they had taken a lunch break. Even after, they had a fifteen minute recess for breaks to freely make phone calls, use the bathroom, and do what they have to do. Though soon enough as things needed to clear up the sun was going down. The natural light was gradually fading away until the lights came on and really did something. It was too much. A long day as around 7 PM came. Everyone was happy to finally leave. 

Some were heading off to the pub. Typical thing for a long day's work but the men. Others were going straight home. And as for Commander (LN), he was being stopped by the Prime Minister Winny Hill (You might have heard me use this name in my Sheffield story). 

"Commander Sir." Smile Sir Hill.

"Prime Minister." Commander nodded.

"I managed to have someone pick up the tele and arrange for your ride home. Unfortunately I just had news and I am being summoned. Dreadfully sorry." Replied Sir Hill.

"No worries Sir Hill. Do hope you get some rest after your eventful day."

"Not too much nonsense today. Rather be there until midnight than coming here tomorrow to do it again."

"Agreed." 

Sir Hill shook the Commander's hand. "I bid you a good evening. And don't hesitate to take tomorrow off either."

"If you say so Sir. I'll be on call worst case."

"Enjoy." Sir Hill winked at him and left him with that. As he and the other men around him in suits had somewhere to be. Whether that would be another pub, a restaurant, or who knows what the occasion would be. 

Commander was left in thought as it was now just him waiting at the curb. Waiting to see if he was getting a call, or something would just happen. As everyone has filed outside and out of sight, it was just him at the curb. He was tired. Just hoping to have a bath, a hot meal, and rest. And this 'day off' is not a promise. It's more of a suggestion.

An exotic car pulled around the circle where he was standing. The scissor door to the car opened up. "Commander Sir. I'm here to escort you."

He looked over. It was St. Louis. If her dress was any more sexy it wouldn't be called a dress. Her blue hair almost perfect and heels glistening as she stepped out. How could a ride be this pleasant. What's hotter? Her, the car, or the dress?

"St. Louis? Fancy seeing you here. What's the special occasion?" Asked Commander.

"Let me get the door for you."

"Oh?" He asked.

"You're not driving. Let me get you back to my apartment. Dinner is waiting and Edinburgh brought over some fresh clothes for you so you can get in the bath after." She got out of the car. Amazing the muscles in her thighs don't reveal a pantyshot on the way out of the driver seat in that low car. Over to the other side to open the door for him. "Now allow me."

All the boxes are checked. "Can't argue." And he got in slowly. The car was low. He buckled in and she closed the door. Off to her place. 

The car was smooth. Many exotics in that class are about the raw feeling of a race car. But this had the luxury of feeling pleasing on the way downtown. St. Louis lived in an apartment complex overlooking the ocean with a parking garage attached in the basement. Getting out and going right to the elevator. It was up to the eighteenth floor. It was quiet. Commander found it hard not to stare. And St. Louis knew that she was dressed as a solid ten and maybe even a ranking breaking off of the scale.

"You like what you see?" She smirked.

"Urm. Well uh-"

"Um and uh are not an answer Sir." She giggled.

"Well..."

"I have city water. There is no well." St. Louis smiled at him. "Anything else? Other questions perhaps?"

"Where did you get this dress?" He asked.

"I went shopping in V.S. and Washington stumbled upon it. The look on her face. Even Honolulu was hesitant. I think it's because it wouldn't fit her chest. Oh well. More for me and others to indulge. You as well."

"Eh!?" He gasped.

"Kidding." The elevator door opened as she winked at him. "Shall I get you comfortable?"

"Uhhh, surely. Thank you."

"No problem." She cooed.

Commander watched as she lead from the elevator. Watching her heels click against the floor and her hips with a little sway. And she was going to be taking care of him the whole night? This was a dream. A complete dream. Wow. She knew and he was catching on. How could any of this be topped? For most men this couldn't happen once. Let alone be one-upped.

St. Louis used her key to open her apartment and held the door. "Welcome to home Sir. Let's head to the kitchen. Take off your coat and hat. Let's get you a hot meal before getting you relaxed." She lead the way over to the kitchen where the food was staying warm on a hot plate. Some nice chicken, rice, and well dressed vegetables. "Sit where you like and I will run the bath. Okay?"

"Sure thing." Commander watched her put her purse down and walk off towards the bathroom. Then back at the table to see the table all set. His plate with two forks, a spoon, and a knife with a pitcher of ice water and a drinking glass. He was a little on the parched and hungry side so he wanted to go for it. 

As he was eating up St. Louis game back to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine from a top rack. Anyone watching her could almost notice that the dress is way too short. As he ate she grabbed herself a glass and was going to pour herself a glass of white wine. 

"May I treat you to a glass Sir?" She asked.

"No thank you. I have enough here right now. And thank you again."

"No problem at all." She poured herself a glass and put the cork back in the bottle. Then took her first sip. "Pleasant."

"I have to ask since we are alone. Why this dress exactly?" He asked.

She giggled. "You look your best in front of the Commander. Just my policy."

"Best in what way exactly?"

"There are a lot of cute girls around. Some beautiful, some vibrant, some with features of all sizes."

"I think you check all the boxes." He was finishing up his plate as she put her glass down. "Do you need anything? Back scrub? Massage?"

He isn't married (or in any relationship FYI) and its fair game. But the almost naked attire, the invite over, the hot meal, the bath, and now another handsome offer? This isn't seduction. This is straight pathway to paradise. "A scrub? Okay..." That means yes. With extra steps. 

"Go on. Towels are in the bath. I'll follow up in just a moment. Just get your hair and everything below the waist. I got the rest." She smirked and went to the balcony as he went to go get washed. This is a man's pleasure for sure. My goodness.

He went to the showerhead and noticed that there was a small bottle of men's shampoo. And looking over there was some clothes for him freshly folded. This was nearly a hotel fantasy. How was this all pulled off? St. Louis must have convinced Edinburgh and she gave her everything to follow orders. And now he was here. Washing his hair and washing his face of the work sweat. It was mostly men arguing about issues after bantering and endless rants leading to more rhetorical answers.

Then eventually sitting on a small stool awaiting on St. Louis has she intended to. Though as he sat there in the hot and steamy room he was wondering what she was going to wear. Still in that exotic dress, , a towel, in a swimsuit, or, her birthday suit... It clouded his mind. Not worried, just curious at this point. With that he leaned back and closed his eyes. All the time in the world.

A knock came to the door. "Are you ready Sir?" She asked behind the door.

"Please come in." He answered.

She walked in and closed the door. She was still in her sparkling dress but no heels. She walked over to the hook. Facing away from Commander as she took the top part of the dress off. Moving the material over her head and now had bare breasts exposed. As Commander's heart raced she bent over. He could see something black. Was it a plain black thong? St. Louis pulled up more black fabric and hooked it around the back of her neck. Then slowly removing the rest of the dress over her head. 

She was in a swimsuit the whole time!? Gasped Commander. St. Louis rolled down the top of a black one-piece. She fooled everyone.

"Ready for me?" She cooed.

"Prepared as you asked." He nodded.

"Surprised to find me in a swimsuit?" The bombshell turned around. For a one-piece it has a large keyhole and an opening around the belly button. And bottom was quite tight. Essentially she looked a solid ten at every angle. 

That's not a normal swimsuit. It's a bloody string bikini! "My God. Of course." He retorted as he stated the obvious. 

"I dressed to impress at every angle. And situation. The washcloths are fresh as well. Let me help you." She walked over and soaked the cloth. Starting with the shoulders. Getting cloth so she can scrub nicely and less rough. His muscles were a little tense after the day long meeting. But that's Parliament for you. "Starting to feel better?" She cooed.

"This is grand."

"I'm glad." Getting around the back of his neck and his shoulder blades. Then going back to do it twice. It was quiet. But not too quiet. One of those both taking in the moment to enjoy. Then quickly getting his lower back. Slowly brushing along. "Ready to rinse and get dressed?"

"I am."

"I'll have you meet me in the bedroom for you massage." She got up and went to the door. As he was going to just take a minute and wash off all the soap before drying off. Then reach for his clothes. Though someone else also had to get changed. It wasn't just him. St. Louis wasn't going to be in a swimsuit all night long. As he rinsed and found the towels he dried off quickly with a drying spot with multiple events to speed dry. Something you would see in an industrial or commercial setting. Or if you're a woman of high fashion. 

Commander put his underwear and pants on first. Then an undershirt before seeing only his socks and shoes were left. "Where is my shirt?" He pondered. He looked around the whole bathroom and came up short. It was impossible to be in the room. "She must know where it is." He thought as he grabbed his socks and shoes to leave the bathroom. 

St. Louis had a plan. Another one to put everything in full circle. With escorting him to the apartment, food, a wash, and there just happened to be one more tiny thing left. Or rather, a big, bouncy, and potentially aggressive thing. She was waiting for the Commander to walk into her room. As St. Louis pounced on her bed and looked at the time. It was dark now. Young enough where it wasn't bedtime but late enough where there was no other destination to go to. 

Commander walked in. "Have you seen my- ohhh hellooo."

"Hello Sir." St. Louis giggled. She changed again. Her favorite bra and undies combo. With the Commander's shirt open and completely unbuttoned. "Looking for this? It's comfy."

"I see..." He looked at her. Trying not to stare too hard.

"You like what you see?"

"Yes. I'm looking at your chest. I mean, looking at the medals. I'm, I'm looking at my medals on your chest." Now he was in for it. A man with that kind of power shouldn't stutter. 

"I love your chest. Maybe as much as you like mine?" She licked her lips.

"I uhhh," Wipping the sweat off of his forehead. "Any chance I can get it back?"

"Maybe." She cooed. "If you can follow the right steps." Giggling as she laid back on the bed. "Close the door and come here."

He nodded. Going over to the blinds and shutting them before closing the door. It has been quite some time for him. Hoo-boy!

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Ay. Sojiro. Thanks for teaching the simps how to be a gent. Kinda...

I hope you liked this one people. Had this thought for a while now. And I can't make every entry a smut or it would get boring. Just FYI.

Hope you enjoy and there is more to come.

-Relly.