Day 1: Someone’s Watching - Sex Stories

Day 1: Someone’s Watching

It wasn’t a new format. Politicians had often raised their profile going on invasive reality shows. Housemates, the Jungle, even the sexy Island one had celebrity seasons and there was always a publicity-hungry politician trying to boost their standing, or promote their new, tell-all book.

But “The House” was a new concept in National Politics. If the reality shows had proven anything it was that people were better informed to voted for their favourite participant having had the chance to watch them intensely over three to six weeks of live internet streaming or daily TV roundups.

Until recently, Members of Parliament were elected on the strength of a single speech or a flimsy one-page flyer of bullet points crafted by a well-paid PR company. By combining the National Election process with the well-loved reality show format, voters would get to know their local candidates more deeply. The candidates would be spending up to six weeks living together in one of 150 constituency Houses, with 24/7 coverage of all aspects of their experience.

The first season had been a success, but the complaints were centred around too many private places the candidates could hide out of view and their conversations were censored too much. Changes were made for the forthcoming election and now there would be nowhere to hide from the cameras and microphones, placed all around each house.

While the TV channels for each region would only broadcast nightly round-ups of The Houses in that ...

... region, the live streams for all houses, across the nation, were available, online, to the whole country. The House everybody tuned in to see, of course, was the one in the sitting Prime Minister’s constituency.

The young, handsome PM had enjoyed a great deal of success in the role since the previous election, but the attention hadn’t been focused on him as much, the last time he entered “The House” as just another candidate. This time, his fan base was much wider and rumours abounded that even the bathrooms would have cameras this time so there might be a chance of glimpsing more of an eyeful than any politician had shown before. Of course, it was likely they’d all wear swimsuits or trunks in the showers and they’d not reveal anything at all.

At the start of the new season, a full-day TV special, broadcasting from each regional House, gave every candidate a rockstar’s entrance with a brief interview, in front of cheering crowds, fireworks and light shows. But by 10pm all 150 Constituency Houses were fully occupied, locked, and the greatest political contest began.

In the PM’s House, all twelve candidates introduced themselves to each other, cordially enough, and most took the chance to share which party (if any) they were representing, and why they were running for Parliament. This house had the largest cohort of candidates as even those who didn’t have a hope of being elected knew, in this constituency, they would be able to champion whatever niche cause they were ...