The political circle Shrunk in an airport chapter 22 by Louka31

You approach the political big shot, Karen Anderson, a redhead with almost model beauty who’s in her late 30s or early 40s. She has a red miniskirt and a red blazer. She’s talking animatedly to the woman next to you.

You boldly seat yourself on the webbing between the thumb and forefinger. It’s only when you cling to her thumb that she quit moving her hand.

“Careful! You could get hurt!”

“I’m a puny toy—my giant masters shall do with me as they must,” you say sadly.

Karen frowns, “Don’t belittle yourself.”

“What exactly are you trying to do to me?”

“I know you think we ladies at the Panel are mean ogres but we didn’t mean for this to happen. The teleportation and miniaturization technology emerged haphazardly; once we could control it, we needed to master it to beat the rivals of our great nation.”

“But why all the cruelty, the confinement and taunting?”

“We decided we could protect you better if we subjected you to strict discipline.”

You think this is BS but you hold your tongue on that issue. Instead you pivot to the President, “As you know I have family tensions, I’m broke and failing college and I’m a fan of our Wonder Woman of a President.”

“Yes, as Chairwoman of the HQ Panel, the surveillance available says this definitely true.”

“So if I have to be like this, then can I at least meet the President?”

Karen raised you to her lips and gave you a kiss. “Yes. Actually the President has been inquiring about having a fawning little protege that she could pocket.

But when you arrive,