A/N: Welcome to the hottest Presidential race in history. Carlisle Cullen vs Peter Avery. Will Hot Bitch win?
You'll have to read to find out, but I do want to share that twilightmom won the Mister Hot Bitch Contest with her entry The Big Four Ohhh! Congratulations Stacey! Thank you to all of our entrants, you've filled our naughty minds to the brim.
We were very pleased to see so many less prolific authors trying their hands at our story. If I could write a one-shot for each of you, I would, but I can't. So I guess that means we have to host another contest in the near future and give you another chance at directing our smutty fingers.
This story is dedicated to our past winner, ninapolitan with great adoration and many slurps, and to twilightmom for being our current winner.
Monday morning- day before Presidential Election
"Carlisle, it would not be good for your reputation to be seen with her right now just one day before the vote."
I stopped walking, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and centered myself. Alice may be my campaign manager but it's not like she can see the polls in her head or anything. Her husband, Jasper, was the head of Public Relations at my position with the Volturi Brothers Law Agency. When I decided to try my hand in politics, the Volturi backed me one hundred percent. Apparently, that was all I really needed to get on the party ticket. They sent Jasper with me as a gift until I was either back with them or in the White House.
"I'm single, Stacey is single, who the fuck cares that I'm getting my jollies off? It's not like I'm going to get my dick pictured on national television. What is it with Americans and the need to know where all public figures are sticking their privates? Maybe I should have stayed in England after college."
My father was determined that I see the world before coming back to take over his position as a legal advisor to Aro, Marcus, and Caius Volturi. Now, here I am at forty two years old, one day before everyone will go out and vote. I'm divorced; Victoria couldn't take my long hours at the office and when I caught her sleeping with the pool guy, James, I had the papers on her desk the following morning. Aro had my many thanks for ensuring my prenup had been solid before I even proposed. I kept everything except her art studio, the loft above it and the Jaguar I'd bought her for our fifth anniversary.
Now I have more women than I ever imagined trying to work their way into my bed. Much to Alice's dismay, I've accepted more than I should have, but even with the vasectomy I had years ago, I practice safe sex. There will be no out of wedlock baby stories tied to me.
"Why don't you and Edward go play chess or something. You're both annoying the bloody hell out of me today. I'm not doing anything any other eligible forty two year old wouldn't be. We're both single, Edward ran a background check onStacey, and she runs her own company. Would it be so bad for me to be seen as a human male? I'm not some waxworks creation to set on a shelf while my advisors make the decisions. I will control my own destiny with what Fate sets before me."
Alice tugged at her short black spikes and huffed before storming away. Her tiny half-Japanese half-Hawaiian frame rippled with frustration as her heels clicked all the way to Jasper's office. I couldn't help but laugh as the door bounced back open after she slammed it. Jasper peeked his head out and rolled his eyes when he saw me and then he gently closed the door.
I went back to my desk and went through my schedule one more time. I had a meeting at eight with an NPR journalist. Alice had requested Margot Adler but they had not made any promises. At nine thirty I have to shuffle off to a town hall meeting in Arlington Heights, and then over to Schaumburg by eleven thirty for a luncheon with stay at home parents where I was going to discuss what I could offer them. As the product of a family with a stay at home mother, I know the benefits children have. No family should be forced to have both parents working and the children raised by strangers just to bring home an extra five hundred a month after day care costs.
I should definitely bring Bella to that. She was an intern in our Seattle campaign office who we moved out here to be my office manager, a single mother herself. Her husband, Jake, was killed in Iraq last year, leaving her alone with their son, Embry. Edward is interested in her but she is not quite ready for a relationship. It's been hard on her the past eleven months although she jumped at the chance to move from a small town in Washington to Chicago when we offered up on-site childcare for Embry.
Edward had joked that with his legal connections he could practically read someone's mind as to their past and current activities. But Bella was so squeaky clean that he was clueless. There wasn't even a parking ticket for him to see. Associated with her name was a marriage license to Jacob William Black, the birth certificate for Embry, and then her husband's death certificate. A handful of newspaper articles about Jake had floated around Forks, WA at the time of his burial and then again when Bella chose to move out here.
Edward and my brother, Emmett, had flown at my expense to go help Bella pack up. The media had created a circus around an image of Edward catching Mrs. Black as she tripped in town when they went to get more moving boxes. Their positioning, with him holding her shoulders and lower back, faces inches apart, looked scandalous. Of course, rumors flew that I was using donation money and tax payer dollars to foot the bill for Edward's girlfriend to move to Chicago and have a small home in the suburbs.
The truth of the matter was that I make more money than I know what to do with since Vicky left. I already had a small home that had belonged to my parents that I was renting out for dirt cheap. It was only a two bedroom, with a meager twelve hundred square feet compared to their retirement mansion in Florida for all of the non-existent grandchildren I've provided them with. Emmett has yet to meet the right girl after his college sweetheart stomped on his heart, leaving him for a life out of the Volturi's spotlight. She'd wanted to stay in North Carolina where they'd gone to school instead of tagging along to Chicago and watching Aro suck the life out of his favorite bodyguard.
I was just reaching for my keys to head off to my eight AM meeting with NPR when the bell above the door sounded. It was only seven fifteen, no one should be here yet. Looking up, the red curls around a porcelain face, and a bohemian styled dress and boots came towards me. She was clutching a magazine to her chest.
"Hello, my darling. James and I were out this morning and we saw this on one of the stands. I guess when I lost that stack of photos during my move out of the penthouse suite, one of the gossip rags must have found them. Oops. I thought you'd want a copy so Alice can have her breakdown now instead of after her first cup of caffeine."
"Too late, Vicky dear. I've already been to Starbucks and back. What do you need to show me?"
A much more composed Alice came striding out of Jasper's office, her husband in tow. He was wearing black slacks, a gray oxford, silver and black tie, and his black cowboy boots. He towered over the women by several inches.
Victoria tossed the magazine down in front of me. "Have fun, darling."
She spun around, her hair flying, and left us to stare at the cover. I was wearing a pair of white and aqua swimming trunks and you could clearly see the outline of my aroused member through the fabric. Emblazoned above the image were the words "ERECTION DAY." Below was the byline, "Who will America vote for?"
Alice ran to her office screaming and grabbed for the phone. Jasper picked up the magazine and let out a low whistle.
"I suspect that you'll have Playgirl calling here asking for a centerfold soon, my man." Jasper clapped me on the shoulder and then dropped the magazine in my lap, off to start the damage control.
There was no one better than Jasper at public relations. Women loved him, men wanted to be him, and he just knew how to put people at ease. He was a master manipulator and could spin a positive angle from any situation. Jasper pulled out his cellphone as he walked back to the other end of our suite.
"Get me Carmen, now."
Even someone unable to hear his tone would have shivered at the ice in the room he created.
"Carmen, it's Jasper. What the hell is going on here? You were supposed to be on top of getting those photos pulled. You knew Ms. Winters was a risk."
I left a message on my desk for Alice and Bella, and took off on a brisk walk down the street to the Chicago Public Radio office. There is absolutely nothing like Chicago waking up in the morning. After grabbing a coffee on the corner, I glanced over and saw a woman looking from me to the magazine repeatedly and blushing. I gave her my best smile while inwardly cursing the day I slept with that little red head behind the art exhibit to see if she was a natural redhead. This was going to be a long day.
I made my way to the NPR office and was buzzed in. The receptionist directed me to the fifth floor where I was invited to sit in one of their sound booths. Apparently, a prior appointment for this morning had been delayed and my interview was now going to be a live broadcast.
I sat down on the chair and pulled the notes out of my briefcase I wanted to go over. My Blackberry vibrated just as I skimmed the second page. Jasper had contacted the magazine and had Bella schedule me a three o'clock meeting to discuss the nature of the photographs. He also assured me that if my interview this morning asked about them, honesty would be my best policy. I scoffed and texted back. "Honesty is my only policy."
I had just replaced my lifeline in its case when a gorgeous woman entered, with curls down her back. I stood to greet her and she waved me off, barely coming to my shoulder. She set some papers down on the other side of the desk and then came around to greet me. Her eyes were sparkling as I took her hand and grazed her knuckles with my lips.
"A pleasure. I'm Carlisle Cullen."
She gave me a demure smile and took her hand back. "Nina Politan, please, no ice cream jokes. It's my pleasure to meet America's Hot Bitch. As the media has dubbed you, of course," she added in a rush.
She motioned me back into the recording room, only taking a few sheets of paper with her. We waited outside of a glass door until the red light went off and then she opened the door, indicating a chair opposite the main sound table where she was joining another show host. The sound booth itself was pretty typical. Nina gave me my headset and got herself situated.
The table was fairly high and if I sat back in my seat, I could see her legs were crossed. A hint of the lace at the top of her thigh highs was peeking out at me beneath her skirt. The Cullinator reared its head at the thought of sliding my hands up to peel them down, my tongue leaving a shimmering line of saliva down to her ankle before I hooked it up over my shoulder.
"Mr. Cullen, are you alright?"
I blinked, clearing my head of the thoughts of taking Nina up against the glass window overlooking downtown Chicago. I loosened my tie slightly and smiled at her, hoping she couldn't tell where my thoughts had been. Luckily, no photographers were here to capture a second "erection day" photo op.
"I'm fine, thank you. Are you ready to begin?"
"As soon as the weather report is finished, we can begin."
Nina listened to something in her headphones and then flipped a switch, turning mine on. The guy beside her got up to leave, shaking my hand over the table. He said something to Nina, and she waved. She smiled back at me and uncrossed her legs, before folding them in the opposite direction. This time, I saw a peek of black lace higher up.
For the love of all that is holy, please give me another look. Nina arched one eyebrow and smiled at me like the cat who caught the canary. She flipped down her microphone piece and grabbed her papers and a pen.
"And we're on in five, four, three," she held up two fingers, and then one. "This is Nina Politan for Chicago Public Radio. Today, with me in the office, is favored nominee in the Presidential race, Carlisle Cullen."
She turned to me and flipped the first of her pages over, the photos from Victoria coming into view. I pressed the mute button on my microphone and took a sip of coffee from my mug. I took a deep breath and then prepared myself for the questions I knew were coming.
"Mr. Cullen," she started before I interrupted her.
"Carlisle, please. I am not my father."
Nina whispered something and then bit her lip when she noticed me watching her.
"Carlisle, some nude, I mean new photos came out of you in several magazines this morning. What is your response to them?"
Several? Jasper is going to rip Vicky's head off right before Alice shoves it up her ass. Bloody hell.
"I was just made aware of the publication this morning. I am not ashamed of what I was doing with my then wife. That she released photos of our time together reflects upon her, not me. The photos were taken by my wife in our home. The relationship I had with my now ex-wife does not reflect upon my candidacy for being President nor does it infer that because my body is not that of a typical politician should I be written off as a playboy.
"I have worked for Volturi Brothers for over ten years as one of their top attorneys. I have worked with several local organizations and worked over seas as well. My track record is impeccable."
Nina interrupted me, her eyes hard. "Some would say your track record with women is less than clear."
My breath caught in my chest. I need to get this train of thought deflected off of me. "I am unattached, as are the women I've dated. My personal life does not and will not effect my political career and capabilities. I am a hard worker, much like the stay at home parents I will be meeting with later. Just because their payment is not monetary, does not mean they work less hours or less difficult jobs."
Nina seemed disappointed that I ended that line of questions, but she moved on to others without missing a beat. I could tell in her eyes though that she was vexed with me. After twenty minutes of questions, her eyes fell to her lap and then met mine before doing it again.
I followed her eyes down and saw her hand sitting on her leg. She tilted her head back, silently asking me to lean back as she continued to rattle off the latest poll numbers. I did as she asked and looked down.
Nina had her skirt hiked up and her fingers inside the black lace of her panties. I could just see the movement of two carefully manicured nails over her clit. Edward always says that my reputation preceding me is going to get me into trouble one day. Luckily for me, today is not that day.
She continued to ask her questions while she rubbed her pussy and I was starting to smell her arousal in the air. I answered, my eyes glued to her hand. Eventually, I couldn't resist and began to apply some counter pressure to my cock which was throbbing in my designer slacks. If I made a mess of them, Alice would kill me. I didn't need to be psychic to know that her tiny little hands would wrap around my neck and strangle me.
Her eyes began to glaze as she pumped her fingers faster. I could only hope that my answers were making sense as my brain was on auto-pilot. Before I realized it, she was thanking me for the interview, reaching over to turn off her headset, and pressed a button to go onto a prerecorded piece on the war.
Nina's head fell back onto the chair and she lifted her hips up to meet her fingers. She let out a whimpering cry, muffled by pressing her hand against her mouth. I was too aroused to say a word, worried that the words to leave my mouth would be, "drop your underwear and turn around."
She removed her hand, wiping it with a tissue and then stood, righting her skirt with a quick flick of her wrist. Nina beckoned me to follow her up to the top floor where she let me into a corner office with two walls of windows. She grabbed my briefcase and set it on the chair and then leaned back against the desk. Tugging at my tie, she tried to pull me closer.
I shook my head and pointed to the window. Nina let out a small shriek and practically danced to the window. I locked the door and even scooted a chair in under the knob, just in case. I didn't need any photos of my bare ass in the Enquirer next.
Nina was standing at the corner of the glass windows. Unzipping my pants as I crossed the room to her, I heard Nina making a small prayer.
"...and thank you for giving me a morning with President Hot Bitch, amen."
Tuesday night- Election Day
The noise was deafening as the crowd milled around the park. All night long the polls shifted by a margin lead from Peter to me and then back again. Then the news came in that I won Florida, California, and Ohio.
Stacey was bouncing where she stood, her hand lightly resting on my arm as I made my rounds. I'd spoken to the city mayor, taken tons of photos with people in the crowd, kissed babies, and made certain to give due time to Aro and Caius. Marcus was not willing to be bothered by the fanfare and stayed behind to enjoy the luxury suite I'd rented for a potential celebration party after.
Alice came running over to us, a phone in hand. She shoved Emmett aside who rolled his eyes. I couldn't hear Alice over the noise so she tugged on Emmett's arm. With a sigh, he lifted her up to close the fifteen inch difference in height. Alice cupped her hand over the phone.
"Peter Avery is on the phone for you. He won't talk to me."
The huge projection screen behind us playing CNN suddenly lit up with one of my official photos and smaller screens of a live viewing of the park we're in and also one of Peter at his gathering.
"Hello, Peter. How are you holding up?"
He let out a deep chuckle on the other end of the line. "Doin' just fine Carly, just fine."
Alice screamed and started pulling at me, pointing to the screen. Avery concedes to Cullen was written in five feet tall letters.
"I see you got the news, my friend. I was calling you to give you the news myself but it appears the reporters knew before you did. Gossip travels fast. Congratulations, Carlisle. You've been a damn fine opponent and I am honored to have you as my friend and as my President-elect."
"You did it, bro!" Emmett yelled and lifted me off my feet, swinging me in a circle. Sometimes, having a younger brother who is twice my weight in muscle was embarrassing.
When he sat me back down on my feet, I tried to shake off my shock and thank Peter. "I... I don't know what to say, Peter. You are the type of man I aspire to be and I hope that I can make you proud of me. Thank you for putting your faith in me."
"Go get 'em, Hot Bitch."
Chapter 2 will be up sometime next week.