Hot for Hillary (Rodham Clinton)

A few weeks later she called him into her office.

"Get your bags ready, John. We're going off together." she said conspiratorially.

"What?" he was momentarily astonished.

"I'm going to speak at the AMA convention in Chicago on health care. You have to accompany me."

Of course it was all standard operating procedure. She required Secret Service protection and he was the agent assigned to her. He normally liked to travel but felt uneasy about going with her.

"Our flight is at 8:40 on Thursday morning. I'll be looking forward to our trip."

"Yes, Hillary." He groaned silently.

**

He was at her side during the AMA convention, silently watching from the background. No one bothered him or made eye contact with him while he took care of security. He was amazed at how skilled she actually was at working a crowd. Contrary to what he had thought, she was at least the equal of her husband in social skills. Hillary knew just how to adjust her sales pitch for her heathcare package to suit various audiences. She could talk on the same level on highly technical issues with a doctor, a medicare bureaucrat or insurance company executive.

In spite of himself he found himself secretly admiring this amazing woman. He also found she was not above using her feminine charms to make an impression on men. Hillary could be very seductive, although very discrete to the point that it was not apparent what she was doing. While talking with a doctor she would sometimes touch his arm intimately and look him longingly into his eyes with her deep penetrating stare. During strategic parts of a conversation Hillary would adjust her skirt innocently, momentarily displayed a flash of shapely nyloned legs. Other times Peterson trained eye observed her during conversations where she leaned forward as if the better hear the speaker. Of course by leaning forward Hillary exposed a nice expanse of cleavage under her silk blouse, which certainly did not go unnoticed by the hapless speaker. She had most men mesmerized, and Peterson doubted that any of them realized what was going on. This lady was a barracuda!

**

Later that evening after the reception was over Hillary called to her suite. When he entered he was surprised that none of her staff were with her. She sat on an expensive, but uncomfortable looking, sofa. She was reading some papers and had not acknowledged his presence up as he entered the room. He knew this was actually another one of her power games, so he stood there and waited patiently for her to finish reading. She was dressed in soft blue, very feminine, robe that went well with her complexion. He had never seen Hillary in nightwear before, but she was modestly dressed in her robe.

She finally put her papers down and looked up.

"John, I'm glad you could come." As if he really had much of a choice.

She gave him one of her penetrating looks that made him queesy. She smiled sweetly.

"I was looking forward to this trip because of I thought we could get to know each other better."

Alarms started going off in his head. She may be powerfully persuasive and damn attractive but there was no way he would let things go any further.

"Hillary, ..."

"John, why don't you sit down for a moment." Her blue eyes twinkled in the soft light and he tried to look away.

"John, just sit down for a minute. You look uncomfortable." She motioned him to the couch next of her.

"I just wanted to discuss some security details." she added in a surprisingly (for her) meek tone. He felt relieved but still apprehensive. She just wanted to discuss security, which was entirely proper. He grudgingly sat down but on the chair in front of her rather than on the couch.

I'm always a bit apprehensive when I'm out of the White House. Isn't it a bit unusual that the rest of my staff is on the floor below me instead of on the same floor?"

He relaxed some more. She just wanted to discuss security.

"As I understand it, Hillary. There was not enough room to accomodate everyone on the same floor as your suite. I have arranged for the members of your staff to be located one floor below and for the remainder of the rooms on your floor to be vacated as a standard security precaution." He felt comfortable discussing a subject with her that he was well-acquainted with.

"There are three-shifts of officers provided by the Chicago police department covering the lobby 24-hours a day. There are six undercover FBI agents staying clandestinely in this hotel, and a Bomb Squad provided by the US Army is on alert, and can be here in less than 10 minutes notice."

He was on a roll now, and became more animated.

"Also, a special phone", he pointed at the red phone on the end table, "is provided with a direct line to the local Chicago FBI office is available for you to use in any emergency."

He looked at her with a new-found confidence.

"Hillary, your security is completely provided for. We are trained professionals here to ensure your complete safety. And don't be deceived by appearances. We are trained to be discrete and stay in the background. No official wants to appear in public surrounded by armed thugs."

She lowered her head, staring at the floor absent-mindedly.

"Well, John, ... I guess I'm been silly. I've been worrying about something that you have thoroughly taken care off. I guess its easy to take the work that you for granted. I may appear to be so self-confident and assured, but sometimes I feel scared inside."

He had never seen her like this before. Very vulnerable. He just wanted to give her a big hug and tell her everything would be alright.

She looked up at him. She smiled with genuine warmth.

"John, were are you staying?" Alarms started going off again in his head. Watch it!

'I'm staying down the hall." he said careful. "But that is standard operating procedure." he added quickly.

"So ... we're alone on this floor?" she smiled. "By your arrangement."

He could feel his temper growing and fought hard to suppress it.

"Yes, Hillary. That is a standard and necessary security arrangement. I provide your immediate security and can only do it if I am staying on the same floor as you." he said a little too abruptly.

She thought for a moment.

"OK, it is a necessary security arrangement for you to stay on the same hotel floor as me." she said in her lawyer voice.

"But, why", she paused for effect, "was it necessary for everyone else to stay on a *different* floor." she smiled mischieviously.

"Hillary, ..." he fought to maintain control, "I've already explained that there was not enough room for everyone on the same floor."

"Hmmm ... let's see, there are 8 rooms on this floor including my suite. There are 6 staff members plus one Secret Service agent - yourself-. What is 6 plus one plus one, John?".

"But I was told - you told me - 7 staff members were coming!", he said shrilly.

She smiled back at him.

"I must have miscounted, John."

"So we are alone on this floor by your own arrangement. How thoughtful of you, John."

He imagined strangling her - her face becoming purple as he slowly squeezed the life out of her.

"Now, we can fuck in private." The words shocked him, of course, coming from her. But he was not going to be forced to do anything he didn't want to do. She was no going to control him.

"Hillary, I'm leaving. I will submit my resignation in the morning." he hissed through clenched teeth.

She stood up and stared at him.

"John? ..."

Then Hillary did something he was totally unprepared for. She ripped open her robe showing a white lacy nightgown underneath. The nightgown was pretty but not revealing. She was trying to seduce him, but it wasn't going to work on him.

She, then, grabbed the high neckline of her nightgown and violently ripped it down, exposed a rounded breast with a pink nipple. With surprising speed she reached over and scratched his face, gouging his left cheek. He had to fight the urge to strike her back. and rubbed the burning scratch on his face.

Hillary Rodham Clinton stood there emotionlessly with her breast hanging out of her ripped nightgown. Normally, any attractive woman, especially Hillary Clinton would look extremely sexy to him standing before him like that. But he was too angry to feel anything. Whatever she was planning wasn't going to work on him.

She smiled confidently at him.

"You just raped me, John. You arranged for us to be alone on the same floor together. You came into my suite armed, ripped off my nightgown and raped me."

"Rape is a serious offense. Under Illinois penal code rape is a class X felony that carries a mandatory 8 year prison term. Normally for a first offense it is pled down to sexual assault with a possible probationary sentence, but I have a feeling they will go for a maximum penalty for raping the First Lady of this country."

She still stood there with her tit hanging out talking impassively.

"You are through, John. Your career is over. And your life will never be the same. You trusted my security to you and you violated me in the most vile way. You took what is most precious to any woman.

Incredibly, he saw tears well up in her eyes. She was a consummate actress that he knew he could never survive in the courtroom. He was actually starting to feel guilty himself.

She stopped her histrionics for a moment and smiled at him slyly.

"You know I always get what I want, John. Now, don't feel threatened by that - I've had to do whatever I could to make it as far as I have as a women in a male-dominanted sexist society."

She softened her voice.

"John, would making love to me be so awful? Don't tell me you've never fantasied about me. I'm sure many men would love to fuck the First Lady."

She tilted her head and pouted in seductive way. Hillary did indeed look very sexy standing before him with her breast hanging out of her ripped nightgown. He noticed that her pink nipple was crinkled with excitment. He found himself getting aroused in spite of his anger.

"Like what you see?" She noticed him watching. Hillary circled her exposed. nipple with her index finger.

"Rip the rest of it away." she demanded. "Fuck me." she added.

He stood there transfixed.

Suddenly, she slapped him hard on his cheek with a hard crack. "Do it!" she screamed.

Something snapped within him. He reached over and ripped away Hillary's nightgown with a violent tug. The degree of angry he displayed shocked him, and he could tell from her expression that his reaction was probably more than what she had bargained for. She stood there naked except for her lacy white panties. Her nightgown was in tatters on the floor before her. She did have better body than he had even imagined, with a smooth white complexion and a sleek but curvy figure. Her breasts, though not large, were good sized for her small frame. They were hung upright and were capped with flower-pink nipples with large areolas.

After her momentary shock at his anger, she re-gained her composture and looked at his expectantly.

Needing no further encouragement, he ripped off her panties, leaving Hillary Rodham Clinton completely naked. He studied her body feverishly. Her bush was soft-fur that was light-brown in color, (of course he already knew she wasn't a natural blond). Hillary's ass was high and firm.

"Come on, lover." she said in a low voice.

He reached for her and kissed her deeply while running his hands over her smooth nakedness. They both fell to the floor with him on top. He kissed her earlobe, then the side of her neck. He made a trail of kisses down her front until a salty nipple sprung into his mouth. He teased it with his tongue until he could hear Hillary's soft whimpers. He sucked hungrily while his hands found her buttocks and squeezed tight. She opened her legs automatically and his cock pressed at her crotch through his pants.

"Let me." she said excited, and he picked up his hips so she could unzipper him. His cock sprung free, angry and red. He pressed the tip against her pussy, and immediately found himself slidding without resistance into Hillary's depths. She grabbed his buttocks and pulled him to her. He thrusted lightly at first into Hillary but, then, harder as she pinched his buttocks in encouragement.

"Oooh, fuck me." Hillary moaned.

He was fucking Hillary with abandon now, thrusting in and out hard. He knew he was losing control and had to hold back now if he was going to last. But Hillary grabbed his balls and squeezed lightly, causing him to go over the edge into a shuddering climax where he pumped semen into Hillary in violent spasms. Spend and exhausted he laid on top of her until she motioned for him to roll over and led him to the bed.

He looked into deep blue eyes and couldn't help but smile.

"Hillary, ... did you?" he said in a concerned voice.

She smiled sweetly and ran her hand through his hair. He breast lightly brushed against his chest.

"John, you don't need to worry about me.", she answered ambiguously.

They rested together under the sheets.

"Hillary, what about ...?"

"Bill?" she completed the sentence for him.

"How noble of you in this day and age to worry about your lover's marriage - especially after you have just gotten done fucking her."

She looked at his reaction and smiled when she saw the guilt on his face that he had elicited.

"Don't worry. Bill and I have an understanding in our marriage. Our marriage is more of a political alliance. Bill can be very charming and can be an effective campaigner and spokesman if he can keep his pants on long. I, on the other, am the doer and the thinker behind this partnership. I'm the one who has been working while he's out fucking some bimbo."

"He's never been too interested in me much, anyway." she said with a hint of sadness.

"I would find it hard to believe that there was any man who was not interested in you, Hillary." he said reassuringly.

She got out of bed, standing there buck-naked.

"I'm a realist. I don't have the body of Gennifer Flowers, or Paula Jones most of the other bitches Bill fucks on the side.". She ran her hands over her body. She looked damned sexy to him.

"But I don't have a IQ in the double digits like them, either. Besides, I usually don't have a problem getting any man I want, as you should know."

He nodded slightly.

"When I was a girl growing up in Park Ridge, Illinois there were not many opportunities for a young woman." she sat down on the bed and continued.

"This society was dominated by men who relegated women to the background. I knew I had to escape this sexual domination by finding a different avenue. In Junior High I formed the Lavender Club with a few special girl friends. We renounced men and learned to explore each other bodies. When I first had my pussy eaten and came with a violent orgasm, I knew that I didn't need men. After school, members of the Lavender Club would have have orgies and form daisy chains. Eventually this became too tame and we graduated to more daring and exciting forms of sex, including S&M and B&D. Of course all of this was kept quite secret. It wouldn't do for Dr. and Mrs. Rodham to know that their sweet little Hillary was actually a bull dyke. I even would date boys occasional to keep up appearances."

Hillary paused to let him digest this. She saw his expression.

"Don't be so shocked, John."

"Only part of the Club's activities was sexual. We built self-confident in our minds as well as our bodies. We helped each other in our schoolwork to the point that all members of our club were in the top 10% of the school academically."

Her fingers trailed down his arm playfully.

"After I left for college in Massachusetts the Lavender Club dissolved. I was still secretly involved in Lesbian activities on campus, but by my Junior year I started finding the Lesbian lifestyle to be too limiting. As a private challenge to myself I set off to seduce a dorky-looking Freshman. When I finally got him in bed he never knew what hit him. I dominated him sexually and had him whimpering for more. Honing my sexual skills through my years of sexual experimentation in the Lavender Club gave me an enormous edge over any woman - or man. Seeing how easy it was to seduce a hapless freshman, I wanted to see how successful I would be with a man who was more of a challenge. I, then, tried the most sought-after man on campus, the star quarterback. He was a big, handsome strapping guy who was stuck up on himself and was surrounded by swooning co-eds. To my surprise I found that I could dominate him just as easily as the first dork. I fucked him until he was pleading for more. With the first crack of my riding crop on his bare butt he was transformed from from a Big Man on Campus to a whiny mama's boy. When I cruelly broke up with him he cried like a little baby, begging me to take him back. A few weeks later I read in the campus paper that he had committed suicide."

He winced.

"My lesbian friends were of course horrified that I would screw men, but I knew I could have sex on my terms with either men or women and enjoy every bit of it. I learned that sex was not really heterosexual or homosexual, and, surprisingly, was not even primarily biological. Sex was about power. The power to dominant and control another for the mutual fulfillment of both parties."

She looked him in the eye for a reaction, and continued.

"When I met Bill at Yale we screwed heavily at first, trying to out-do each another. But he was highly promiscuous, and tired of me quickly. He is utterly lacking in commitments to anyone or anything. He preferred screwing women whose IQ matches their bra size. But he kept coming back to me because I was the one who would write his papers for him and help him prepare for his exams. He had political ambitions, and I knew he would do well because he could charm the skin off of a snake - or the panties off of a co-ed - with ease. We both knew we could form a partnership that would be mutually beneficial to both of us. Another thing I learned was that not only is sex power but that politics is also power. With each you need the skills - and the strength - to get others to accept your dominance over them."

He looked at Hillary in disbelief.

"Do I shock you, John? Most powerful women have experimented with lesbianism at some time in their life as means of symbolically shaking off male sexual dominance. Many of the women in our Administration became known to me through lesbian circles. Roberta Achtenberg, of course, is openly gay. But few people suspect Janet Reno, Carol Browning, Donna Shala, Dee Dee Myers and Jane Alexander, among others. Hah, if any of them were straight Bill would be fucking them, and the government would come to a screeching halt."

She laughed at her own joke.

"No, I haven't had sex with any of them - lesbian sex is probably too dangerous for me politically at this point. I will confess, though, that I lust after Tipper. She is completely straight as far as I know - at least as straight as any woman can be who is married to a tree - but I would be willing to risk a lot to train Ms. Goody-two-shoes in the art of eating my pussy." She laughed. "She might even enjoy it."

"Enough of talking - let's fuck some more." He cock grew immediately in response.

They screwed slower this time. Each extracting as much pleasure as possible from the other. He fucked in long deep strokes, and Hillary pushed her hips forward to meet his thrusts.

The phone suddenly rang and she picked it up. He started to pull himself out, but she held him by the buttocks.

"Hi, Bill. I was just thinking about you."

His cock started withering, but she pinched his ass and pushed her hips toward him.

"Yes, I think the convention is going fine. Our healthcare proposals are being very well-received."