Day 1: Someone’s Watching - Sex Stories

Day 1: Someone’s Watching

... passionate about, to the widest possible audience, for the brief time they’d be involved.

The PM enjoyed meeting these fringe candidates as they made a refreshing change to the suspicious, conniving, backstabbing types running for the big rival parties.

“Please, call me George!” The PM responded to every newcomer who greeted him as “Prime Minister” or “Mr. Berwick”. He treated all of them as important as each other, yet each more important than himself, and managed to appear starstruck as he spoke with each one. This, of course, made them feel good about themselves and is one of the reasons why this Prime Minister was so popular.

But there was one candidate George met who reallydid impress. A tall, dignified woman, around his own age, who had a calm but assured demeanour, and a voluptuous figure which her choice of dress only enhanced. The PM was smart enough to understand when people dressed to impress, or to seduce, and while he appeared deferential on the surface he always remained on his guard.

“Emma. Purdon.” Her voice was rich and velvety. “Independant Woman”. George wasn’t a fan of feminism, but appreciated the subtle political humour in her efficient choice of words.

“Wonderful to meet you.” George’s tone let her know he was impressed.

Before any more small talk could be endured, the voice of the TV show’s main presenter echoed through hidden speakers. “All rooms are now unlocked!” There was an audible clunk as electromagnetic locking mechanisms ...

... released and the crowd of candidates moved instinctively towards the large bedroom where they found six double beds.

For the twelve candidates.

The first six through the door claimed a bed each, but it became clear negotiations would be required either to share a bed, or to make a claimant give up their choice of bed. The PM turned away from the bedroom and went over to the sofa in the living room. That would be comfortable enough for him.

While the others argued and debated their sleeping arrangements in the bedroom, George went to the kitchen area and set about preparing two plates of pasta carbonara, one with chunks of ham and the other with mushrooms. Around the time the pasta was ready to be served, Emma emerged from the Bedroom to see what had happened to the PM.

“Will you join me for some pasta?” George offered the vegetarian option to his new friend.

It was now her turn to be impressed. “I’m famished, yes, but how did you know I was a vegita….”

“I’m well briefed, Miss Purdon. One of the perks of my job.” The PM admitted.

The two sat down on the sofa and tucked into their meal. Emma was doubly impressed when she tasted what George had prepared for her.

“They are busy squabbling over beds in there.” She explained, as if George wasn’t aware. “Let’s see what the situation is when the dust settles. I’ll sleep out here if no one wants to share with me.”

George had to let her know he had the same idea. “I claim the blue sofa.”

“Oh, so the girl gets ...