Day 1: Someone’s Watching - Sex Stories

Day 1: Someone’s Watching

... the pink one, is that it?” She made it clear with her tone she wasn’t pleased with the gender stereotyping.

“Well, if you’re not fast you’re last” George countered with a cheeky smile. “The blue one matches my eyes!”

That comment made Emma look directly into his eyes for a few moments. “But your eyes are brown!” She announced, before realising what he had done.

“First rule in politics… never rise to the bait,” George explained. “But your eyes are beautiful, so thank you for giving me that moment of bliss.”

Emma felt a little charmed by his comment, a little humbled to have fallen for his trick, and a little honoured that he shared his wisdom privately, with her, while the others were still squabbling in the other room.

“I think PM stands for Pasta Maestro!” She enthused, changing the subject. “Where did you learn to cook like this?”

“I have lived alone most of my life so have had to pick up a few extra skills here and there along the way.” He explained. “There is also an excellent chef in The Residence who teaches me the tricks of the trade. If things go well for you in here, maybe she’ll be cooking for you one day!”

Emma appreciated the encouragement in his message.

Pasta dishes finished, the pair put their plates in the dishwasher and took a stroll out to the garden area. There was a good-sized lawn area, a patio area, a pool and a hot tub and at the far end of the garden a sauna and yoga/ meditation room.

Inside the house, besides the ...

... lounge-kitchen and dormitory-style bedroom, there was a diary room where candidates could go to record thoughts and opinions or answer questions posed by the presenter on an individual basis.

There was also a small study, specifically for the PM to use for one hour in the morning and one hour in the evening - the only soundproof room to have no microphones installed - where he could be kept apprised of any national security concerns or other issues on the outside he had to know about.

And finally a very, very large wet room. Just one. There were three toilet stalls, two freestanding bathtubs sitting side-by-side, and a large open-plan shower area with four separate shower heads.

This was the biggest change from last year when The House had a private toilet cubicle and private showers.

Emma and George stood in the wet room and scanned over the facilities noting the cameras in the room and the large mirrors all around, which almost certainly had cameras (and operators) behind.

“How do you feel about the country seeing you naked, PM?” She asked.

“How wouldyou feel about seeing me naked, EP?” He returned.

She looked at him again to judge how seriously he was asking. “You’d get my vote!” She laughed.

George smiled. “I’m game if you are?”

Emma looked at the clock on the wall. “11:15pm. Is it too late for a bubble bath?”

“It’s never too late for a bubble bath!” The PM agreed.

Emma walked over and started filling both bathtubs and emptied a few capfuls of bubble ...