“Literally, it seems, and mouth.” Kate smirked.
I blushed.
“This is a good thing,” she said, poking me in the arm. “Use the momentum and keep Hunter off-balance. If he’s obsessing about you, he is not concentrating on the campaign. You have to fight dirty. It’s sexy, filthy politics, baby! And you are going to use the power of pussy to win this election.”
“I don’t have any more nice clothes,” I complained. “He ripped my halfway decent outfit.”
“Lucky for you, I went shopping when I was in Manhattan!” Kate said, pulling out a bag from under her desk. “Hunter is not going to know what hit him.” She tugged me out of my suit jacket then handed me a push-up bra and matching panties and shoved me into the bathroom to change.
“I don’t think this fits.” I huffed, stuffing my boobs in the bra. It pushed them up practically to my neck. “I look ridiculous!”
Kate opened the door and handed me a fifties-style dress with a low-cut bodice, wide arm straps, and a tight skirt with a slight flare at the base. I struggled into it.
“I’m practically falling out of this,” I exclaimed, opening the door again and gesturing to my chest. “I could accidentally suffocate him in these.”
“And I’m sure he would be happy to go that way.” Kate pressed her hands together. “Now put on the belt.” She hefted my boobs up. One of them fell out of the top, and I cursed, stuffing it back in.
“It’s such a cute rockabilly-style outfit!” Kate squealed, clapping her hands. “You look super sexy! It’s classic fifties small-town girl.” She handed me chunky heels then started fixing my hair. “Now remember,” she coached as she piled my hair into a bun, “you run the show. Hunter is obsessed with you, not the other way around. You have other options. Hunter has Karen.”
“I do not want Hunter to end up with Karen. I wouldn’t survive it,” I said.
“And he won’t. Look at yourself in the mirror,” Kate demanded, turning me around. “Look at that perfect hourglass shape.”
I admired myself. “I do look hot,” I admitted.
“You look like a bombshell,” she said, blowing me a kiss in the mirror. “Why would Hunter go for the vegan grapefruit skin steak when he could have the dry-aged, heritage-breed, grass-fed steak that is hot and juicy?” She tied a red headband around my head and adjusted my hair so it made a nice little wave as it peeked from under the headband.
“He doesn’t want any of the models he’s been dating, and he for sure does not want Karen. Billionaires like Hunter can become obsessed, especially if you tell them they can’t have something. They’re like toddlers.” Kate rubbed her hands together gleefully. “You are going to kill at this debate. Wait, almost forgot one more thing!” She applied a bright-red lipstick to my lips and added dark winged eyeliner. “Perfect! Ride Hunter’s dick into the ground!”
48
Hunter
Ihad been steeling myself all afternoon to deal with Meg. But that involved thinking about Meg, which led to thinking about eating Meg out, sucking on her tits, the noises she had made when she had come and then come again…
But nothing had prepared me for the vision of Meg that strutted onto the stage.
“Damn, girl!” Ida called out. “Our future mayor is rocking it!”
My brain caught on fire and withered away.Stay focused.
“She’s just doing this to get a rise out of you,” Greg said in my ear. “Do not let her provoke you.”
The problem? Meg had already run away with my heart years before, and I had been chasing her ever since to take it back. She was already under my skin, and she definitely had already gotten a rise out of me.
Karen stomped up to the front. “This is disgraceful,” she complained to the moderator. “She’s not even dressed professionally.”
“I don’t understand?” Meg said in mock innocence. “This is a small-town debate, and I’m wearing a dress. I don’t see anything wrong with that.”
“You need to cover up,” Karen hissed.
“Don’t cover those beauties up!” Ida yelled, power walking up to the front of the atrium. “She’s the deputy mayor. She can wear whatever she wants.”
“It’s distracting,” Karen insisted.
“Oh, well, in that case,” Ida said loudly to the small crowd who had gathered, cell phone cameras at the ready, “if Hunter is so easily distracted by a pair of tits, then he clearly doesn’t need to be mayor. He can forfeit right now, and we’ll all go to Girl Meets Fig and have a victory cocktail.”
“Hunter?” the moderator asked.
