Erotic political fiction

Having created my own genre of local government music, I’m now moving into erotic political fiction. The Edge radio are running a competition, bouncing off the popularity of Fifty Shades of Grey, where people are invited to write 300 words or less of radio-friendly erotica. Thought I’d give it a go. Why not? My entry probably doesn’t tick the necessary boxes for erotica but it was fun to write. They read it on air this morning, it was both terrifying and hilarious listening to these sentences being read aloud.

 

The Prime Minister closed the door behind him and locked it with a gentle click. “We need to talk about the appreciation of your assets,” he said.

“My assets?”

“I would very much like to strip them down.”

I watched him pull, very slowly, a large firm envelope from his jacket pocket.

“My assets are not for sale,” I said.

He smiled. “We need to take an open position on this. There’s a lot of compounding interest at stake. Surely you can see the effects of inflation?” I ran my eyes up and down his long contract. “You’re talking about deep integration. What is the exchange rate?”

“Vigorous,” he replied.

“It’s going to get very hard,” I noted. “Where would you start?”

He was silent for a moment, then he pressed his document into my hands. “I generally like to start at the bottom,” he replied. “Work my way around, see what comes out of it.”

“What will we do with the surplus?” I asked.

“Reinvest.”

I shook my head. “I don’t know. I’m worried this is going to hurt.”

“Don’t do it for me,” he whispered. He loosened his grey silk tie. “Do it for your country.”