Chapter Three - August

Two weeks after the shocking revelation, after wallowing in her office and refusing to be seen by the public, Carmen attended a private medical examination arranged by her campaign support officer, Jared Kissinger. The blank expression on the Doctor’s face concerned the Latina Presidential nominee.

“Uhmm,” he started slowly, reading Carmen’s medical sheets. “I’m unsure why you needed to see me. Your breasts are perfectly healthy. Your medical history confirms that you received augmentation seven years ago, and I would agree with that assessment, given the state of your underbust scarring.”

Carmen’s blood boiled. She had spent the first week after the news convinced that she had been drugged with an elaborate hallucinogen, with her friends and family in on the joke. But the longer time progressed, she couldn’t deny the obvious: she had large fake tits.

“There has to be a mistake, Doctor,” she argued. “I never received breast augmentation, and I’ve never asked to have my body mutilated. I’m a damn Senator, and I expect to be the next President of the United States!”

The Doctor couldn’t hide the subtle grin as he raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know what to tell you, Ms Lopes,” he continued. “Although I never personally worked on your body, the evidence is directly in front of us.” He said as he pointed at her bare basketball-shaped bosom.

Carmen groaned, placing her arm over her mammoth assets, shuddering as a finger brushed against one of her steel barbell piercings. “Well, it doesn’t matter,” she spoke ferociously. “I have a campaign to get back to. I want these things removed, and I want them removed now, Doctor.”

The older man in the white medical coat bit his lower lip and scratched the back of his head. “Well, herein lies the problem, Senator.” Carmen narrowed her eyes. She didn’t like the sound of that. “The implants your doctor used were made of a rare substance,” he explained. “If I go in now without the correct tools, the implant could burst and release toxic chemicals into your system.”

The Senator gasped. She reached over and grabbed the G-cup bra she had been forced to purchase online a few days ago and began redressing herself. “Why the hell would anyone use harmful chemicals?”

The Doctor watched his patient redress herself. “Private clinics had been using various methods and chemicals to speed up efficiency and healing for years. We no longer use your particular implants, though.”

Carmen slipped on her blue turtleneck sweater. It wasn’t the most appropriate attire for August in California. Still, she wasn’t going to walk around in public with her breasts hanging out. “So, when can you remove them?” She spoke with a new sense of urgency.

“I’ll order the tools today and should have them ready to perform the surgery on…” he paused as he checked his calendar. “…September 5th.”

“What?!” She exclaimed. “That’s over three weeks away! Are you telling me that I have to carry these things for the rest of the month?”

“You’ve carried them for seven years, Senator,” the Doctor chirped. “I’m sure three more weeks won’t hurt.”

Carmen scowled at him but thought better than to scream at a man who was going to hold a scalpel to her unconscious body in a few weeks. “Just get the appointment booked,” she commanded before hastily leaving the Doctor’s office. Her campaign support officer, Jared, who had been patiently waiting behind her, followed her toward the exit.

As Carmen silently walked through the waiting room, a short man in his thirties stepped through the door and instantly recognized the Senator. “Senator Lopez, it’s you.” He said, glancing down at the large lumps on her sweater-covered chest.

She silently nodded. In her current state, the woman didn’t want to create a scene or receive much attention. “Yes, that’s me,” she quietly replied.

“Right on,” the man grinned. “Well, look. You have my vote in November.”

Carmen smiled and opened her mouth to thank the citizen for his choice until he continued his sentence.

“It’s about damn time we get some eye candy in the White House, am I right?” He raised his voice and stared directly at the California Latina’s oversized chest.

Carmen clenched her fists and took a deep breath. She had fought long and hard to protect the rights of women and minorities all her life, and now this bonehead thought it was appropriate to call a Presidential nominee ‘some eye candy’? “¡Pedazo de mierda!” She exclaimed in Spanish. She found it increasingly challenging to cuss in English when she felt stressed or angry.

Before she said anything else, Jared stepped beside her. “Enough, Carmen,” he said firmly. “It’s not worth it. Let’s just head back to the office.”

She wanted to rip this man a new asshole. A viral clip of her defending women’s rights never failed to improve her standing in the polls. However, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that her campaign support officer was right and that she should listen to him. “Fine,” she said in frustration. Without another word, the Presidential nominee stormed out of the private clinic with her advisor close behind.

❖

“Can you tell us more about your thoughts on the recent scandal plaguing your opponent?” Cindy Anchor asked the Republican Presidential nominee, Thomas Blair, over a satellite link.

Thomas attempted not to victoriously grin at the camera as he leaned back into the large executive chair with his hands clasped together on his lap. He was sitting in the main lobby of his campaign headquarters, with the majority of his team silently watching behind the camera. “I don’t want to speculate on rumors regarding my well-respected opponent,” he began. “However, if the photos we’ve all seen turn out to be true. She has a lot of explaining to do.”

“Indeed,” Cindy replied. “And what about her radio silence? She hasn’t been seen on the campaign trail for two weeks, and she’s refused our offers to set the record straight.”

Thomas raised an eyebrow. He needed to play this smart. “It does raise concerns, doesn’t it?” He said. “The American people have the right to know the truth about their future President, and if Ms Lopez isn’t prepared to share that honesty with her constituents, perhaps she should drop out of the race right now.” Thomas’ campaign manager, Carly Bush, gave him a thumbs up from behind the screen. He was performing great.

“What this boils down to is trust,” the businessman continued. “If the Democratic nominee is not being truthful about this, then what other skeletons is Ms Lopez hiding in the closet?”

“Thank you for your time, Mr Blair,” Cindy Anchor wrapped the interview up. “Next up on American News Network, why is it the firefighters’ job to get cats out of trees? We ask the hard questions, coming up after this commercial break.”

His team applauded as soon as the feed stopped rolling. After Thomas’ dismal debate performance, they had been gifted a lucky break. Nobody was talking about the debates anymore, and Thomas needed to capitalize on this for all it was worth.

The wealthy businessman shakes a few hands before telling Carly he doesn’t want to be disturbed. She nodded her head, and he stepped inside his private office. As the man closed the door, he heard a slow clap from the sofa. Thomas turned around and found the 4-foot, green-skinned demon casually lying on the couch. “That was some interview. Now I know why my boss took a chance on you.”

Thomas grinned and walked towards his desk. “I’m assuming this is all your handiwork?” He already knew the answer but thought he should have confirmation.

Mr Purple opened his arms out. “Guilty. How did I do?”

The businessman stared over at the demon and raised an eyebrow. “Well, admittedly, It wasn’t what I expected.” He laughed. “I thought you would create a scandal about Carmen misappropriating funds in the Senate. This, however, is priceless and hilarious.”

“Misappropriating funds?” Mr Purple gasped. “How boring!” He yawned as if to demonstrate his point. “No, my boss prefers to cause chaos, and this has certainly got people talking.”

Thomas nodded his head. He couldn’t deny the little demon’s effectiveness.

“It’s not over yet,” Mr. Purple continued before rising to his feet. “Humans have an irritatingly short memory. Remember the saying: today’s news is tomorrow’s history.” He grinned. “We can’t rest until you’re sitting in the Oval Office, do you understand?”

The Republican nominee shuddered. The short man knew how to make a good speech. Crystal clear,” he replied.

“Good,” the green man stepped forward. Just sit back and enjoy the show,” he grinned before clicking his fingers. The man disappeared in an instant, leaving Thomas alone in his office.

❖

“¡Ese maldito bastardo!” Carmen cried out as she furiously pointed her remote at the screen and turned the news network off. She had avoided the news over the last couple of weeks, but her campaign manager told her that her opponent was about to be interviewed, so she reluctantly turned the channel on.

“What is going on?” She muttered to herself. The dark-haired Latina had sent her volunteers home and sat alone in the center of her vast campaign HQ. Two weeks after her impressive, groundbreaking debate performance, her campaign was now on the brink. Although the polls were still somehow closer than most would have predicted, she now trailed her opponent by six points.

How had this happened? How was any of this possible? She thought back to Thomas Blair’s interview. He said everything she would expect her opponent to say, but something about how he stared at the camera haunted her. It almost felt as though Thomas knew what was going on.

Carmen gasped suddenly and felt the puzzle piece together. She had been approached by that strange magical demon during the Independence Day celebrations, and he had demonstrated his abilities directly in front of her. She ultimately refused to sign the agreement, preferring to win honestly than become beholden to an all-powerful demon. What if this was the demon’s way of enacting revenge? Or worse yet, what if the tiny man had approached Thomas with the same proposal? She gasped.

Carmen heard a jingle indicating that the front door had opened, and she turned her head in that direction. “The offices are closed,” she called out. The Latina was sure she told Jared to lock the doors on the way out.

The woman stood up and froze as she saw her girlfriend, Kym, standing opposite her. Kym had taken the news badly and refused to answer any of Carmen’s calls. Had she come to her senses? Judging by the stern look on the blue-haired woman’s face, Carmen doubted it.

“I’ve come to collect a few things,” she said dismissively before approaching her own desk. “I saw the lights were out and thought you’d be gone.”

Carmen’s stomach dropped. “Kym, baby,” she said. “I can explain everything. I know what’s going o-”

“Just stop it, Carmen,” You’ve built your career telling the world that you saved me from my old stripper life, and it turns out you had a shady past of your own.” She was angry. “You’re just a hypocrite.”

Carmen approached her girlfriend. “You don’t understand, Kym,” she pleaded. “I’m being set up. I just need a little time to…”

“I don’t want to hear it!” Kym exclaimed. “Nothing you can say will change my…”

“Kym, listen!” Carmen was close enough to Kym to hold her by the shoulders, grabbing her attention. “I know who has set me up. Just let me explain. Meet me for dinner in our favorite spot on Friday night.” She spoke urgently. “If you don’t believe me by the night’s end, you can get up and walk away.”

Kym folded her arms and sighed. She glanced down at her girlfriend’s massive chest. The Senator had attempted to pin them back down but had done an awful job. “Fine,” she relented. “I’ll give you one hour.”

Carmen beamed and leaned in for a hug, but the blue-haired lesbian stepped back. She picked up her collected things and walked towards the exit. Carmen stood in place. At least she had a chance to win the woman over.

❖

“Yes, babe, I’ll be home tomorrow,” Thomas told his wife over the phone. “I understand you made dinner reservations, but this was set up at short notice. There’s been a lot going on over the last week.” The businessman was on his private jet heading towards California. The State hadn’t turned red for 36 years, and it was unlikely to do so this time around with a hugely popular Californian leading the Democrat ticket. However, Thomas’ advisors thought it would show the populous that everywhere was in play and would help flip more battleground states.

“We need to capitalize on this,” Thomas told his annoyed wife. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” He hung up the phone and groaned. Staring down, he grinned at the abundance of blond hair bobbing over his crotch. In his private quarters of the plane, his campaign manager was giving her boss a blowjob. Carly always gave the best head, Thomas thought as the slutty, ambitious blond continued to work.

“Mmmm, you are the best.” Carly muffled her appreciation as she took the wealthy businessman’s impressive shaft down her throat. “I’ve been thinking. When this is all said and done, and I’m declared the 47th President of the United States, how would you like to be my Chief of Staff?”

Carly’s eyes lit up, and she almost choked on the man’s shaft. She had wished she could have celebrated this moment without her boss’ member inside her mouth, but she appreciated his offer. “Mmepphh,” she incoherently said, nodding enthusiastically.

Thomas patronizingly patted his campaign manager’s head. “Great,” he grinned. “Now, finish me off. We have a lot to do.”

Carly bobbed her blond-haired head faster; her alluring lips were firmly clasped around the man’s sex organ. Eventually, she heard a low groan and knew what would follow. She had done this enough times to read Thomas like a book. His cock twitched, and a long stream of cum deposited down the woman’s throat. She swallowed stream after stream until the nominee had finished and lifted his hands away from the blond’s head.

Carly lifted her head off his crotch and looked up at Thomas with her mouth wide open to demonstrate that she had swallowed everything. “Good girl,” he grinned. “Now, let’s win this election.”

❖

Carmen tapped her short, unpainted nails impatiently against the table of the exclusive five-star Mexican restaurant in the heart of Malibu. She had arranged to meet her angry girlfriend at 8 PM, but it was already 8:05, and Kim was never late.

She sat at the couple’s favorite seat and examined her reflection in the nearby window. She had done a much better job compressing her chest, and although the pain was constant, she felt good about showing her face in public. Her makeup was tastefully minimalistic, and her blue pantsuit had a perfect cut and hid the curves she wanted to downplay.

A number of patrons stared at her as the host walked the Senator to her table, but she was the Presidential nominee and hadn’t shown her face for a couple of weeks, so she figured the looks were completely normal.

Carmen glanced at the time on her phone and sighed. Had she been stood up?

Just as the Latina brunette prepared to give up and call it a night, she looked up from her table to witness her blue-haired rebel girlfriend heading towards her. Kim looked great and was wearing a navy blue and white pinstriped pantsuit. Her own D-cup assets were well hidden, as always. Kim’s septum piercing glistened against the restaurant’s dim lighting.

Carmen rose to greet her fiery partner and embrace her with a hug, but Kim paused and took a solitary step back. “Seriously?” The blue-haired former stripper asked. “You want to convince me that none of this is true, and you arrive at our favorite restaurant looking like that?”

The Senator was confused until she turned her head and saw her complete reflection in the window. Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. How was this possible?

It was only ten minutes since she studied her sensible pantsuit outfit and tastefully done makeup. However, she was staring at an entirely different style now. Her dark locks were no longer tied up. Instead, they flowed freely down each side of her face in luxurious curls. Her subtle makeup had long gone. She now had dark eyeliner emphasizing her exotic features, which prompted her green eyes to pop and glittery red paint on her eyelids. Her cheeks were colored a blushing rouge and set high. The makeup softened Carmen’s sharp jawline, and her lips were painted a striking shade of fire engine red.

The California Senator stood in horrifying awe as her eyes rested on the outfit she publicly wore. In place of the blue pantsuit she wore moments ago, she adorned a sexy, sultry red glittery dress. The hem reached below her knees, but it showed off plenty. The deep-lying cleavage barely covered her huge fake F-cup breasts, which were no longer bandaged down. She even noticed the small silver barbells attached to her nipples protruding against the dress’s material. The straps hung over her shoulder and flowed towards her ass as her back was almost entirely exposed, barely hiding the humiliating tattoo declaring her ‘Jared’s Whore’. Her fingernails weren’t short and unpainted. Instead, they extended an inch past Carmen’s fingertips and matched the red shade of her dress. The Democratic nominee completed the look with 5” red stiletto pumps, offering the same shine as her main ensemble.

“I, umm, how?” Carmen struggled to string two words together, baffled by the appearance of her disgusting attire.

Kim sighed. “Let’s just get this over with,” she said before sliding into her chair. She clearly had no intention of staying long. “Well, start talking.”

Carmen bit her lower lip, suddenly able to taste the sweet cherry flavor of her chosen lipgloss. “Look, hon. I’ve been set up. It’s not what it looks like,” the Latina tried to explain, although her girlfriend’s raised eyebrow told her she wasn’t making a good case.

“I’m scheduled to have these removed next month,” Carmen explained before Kim spoke hastily.

“Why?” She said incredulously. “Keep them. They suit you.”

Carmen rolled her eyes. She knew her girlfriend was being sarcastic, but the comment hurt her nonetheless. “Let me explain,” she said. “A couple of months ago, during our July 4th celebra-”

“Water?” She was cut off yet again. This time, their server approached them with a jug of icy water. Kim nodded, and the man carefully began to pour the contents into her glass. Carmen shuddered as she noticed the waiter’s eyes helplessly drift toward her inviting cleavage, his lips parting and eyes bulging out of his head. The Latina shook her head and avoided his eyes. The man was a pig, she thought.

“What the hell?!” Kim suddenly screamed out. The waiter was too distracted by Carmen’s barely covered tits that he allowed the glass to overspill and run along the bare table.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” the server apologized and immediately used his wiping cloth to clean up his mess.

“Fucking idiot,” Kim muttered her annoyance at the man, but Carmen felt as though the anger was directed at her. The waiter apologized again and rushed off to get the pair a drink on the house.

Kim brushed herself down and composed herself before staring back at her scantily clad politician partner. “So, you were saying?”

“Yes, uhm,” Carmen was rattled, but she needed to explain herself. She needed an ally. “At the fireworks event, I bumped into this weird creature…”

“Weird creature?” Kim asked skeptically.

“Yes. The creature asked me…”

“Carmen?”

“What?!” Carmen had once again been interrupted, and she snapped. This time, she glanced up and saw a sharply dressed man in his late forties grinning down at the two women. “What do you want?” She asked furiously.

“Wow, it really is you,” he said joyously. “I was eating in the corner booth over there and thought I recognized you. Long time no see.”

Carmen was confused. As a politician, she met hundreds of new people every week. Surely, they didn’t all expect her to remember them all.

The unknown man noticed her confusion. “You don’t recognize me, do you?”

Carmen shook her head. “No, so if you don’t mind, I’m trying to…”

“It’s me. Mark Luffman!” he said, clearly expecting her to react to his name.

The scantily clad Senator stared at the man blankly. “Really? September 2021, ring any bells? We spent the weekend together in San Francisco for the Folsom Street Fair. Man, that was a crazy weekend, and you cost me a fortune!” He spoke jovially, as though he was reminiscing over the good old days.

“Excuse me,” Kim interrupted. “Cost you a fortune?”

“Absolutely!” He laughed. “She cost an arm and a leg, but I did tell them I wanted the best.” Carmen’s mouth dropped open in horror. “How about you, sweetie? Are you as expensive as your friend here? How much for both of you?” He asked Kim.

“That’s enough,” Kim stood up vehemently. “Stay away from me.” She stared directly at Carmen before turning back towards the entrance and storming off, leaving the horrified Latina with the older man.

Mark sat in Kim’s vacated chair and sipped from her glass. “Don’t worry, I’m happy to keep you company.”

Carmen narrowed her eyes and slammed her hands on the table. “Just fuck off!” She exploded at the misogynistic man. How could things get any worse?

“Come on,” he said, clearly having never heard the word ‘no’ before. “As far as I remember, you’ve always been up for a good time.” He grinned. “Especially when cash is on offer.” He raised a $100 bill in the air and placed it on the table, sliding it in the Senator’s direction.

Carmen gasped. Was he serious right now? She wanted to kill him. On the other hand, he was offering to pay, and cash was cash, after all. Before she had time to gather her thoughts, the Latina picked up the note and slipped it into her cleavage.

“Good girl,” he said condescendingly. “Now, simply act as my girlfriend for the night, and there will be plenty more where that came from.”

Carmen glanced at the door, hoping to find her girlfriend swooning in and rescuing her. Perhaps she should get up and walk out herself. However, this man had already paid her. She couldn’t bail on him now. Her bright red lips contorted into a subtle smile, and she giggled, a sound she had never heard escape her lips. The man relaxed and ordered a bottle of wine. He was going to get his money’s worth.

An hour later, Carmen was bored out of her mind. The man was a data analyst for some major Wall Street corporation and had told her every cliched finance frat boy story under the sun. Eventually, the man took his paid date by the hand. “Thanks for entertaining me, gorgeous,” he said. “But I have to head home to the wife shortly.”

Carmen wanted to gag. Not only was she forced to spend the last hour flirting with an arrogant misogynist, but the man was married as well.

“How about we head to the restroom and have a quickie, for old-time’s sake?” He asked the busty Latina, clearly staring at her breasts as he spoke.

Carmen shuddered. “Uhm, no, I don’t think so.” She answered. This had gone on long enough.

“Are you sure?” He grinned, sliding another $100 bill across the table. “You know it’s worth it.”

The Presidential nominee gasped. She was not some whore who could be bought and paid for. Yet, as she found herself taking the money and slipping it into her cleavage, she knew she needed to give the man what he paid for. She shook her head. What was wrong with her? No matter how hard she tried to avoid it, she couldn’t rid herself of the notion that she needed to give the man his money’s worth.

Carmen reluctantly nodded and allowed Mark to take her by the hand. He joyously led her toward the public men’s restroom. The man glanced around to check that no one was watching before opening the door and dragging Carmen inside. He always gave great head, Mark thought.

Unbeknownst to Carmen, a solitary member of the paparazzi had been taking shots of her through the restaurant’s window. He took one last snap of potentially the future leader of _the free world following a man into a public bathroom and reviewed his shots. He snickered. The tabloids were going to pay a fortune for these shots.

❖

Thomas laughed aloud as he sat on his private jet, heading home after a pleasant rally in San Diego. He had picked up a pre-released copy of the Washington Chronicle. A full-page photograph of his opponent, Carmen Lopez, was displayed on the front cover. She was dressed in a sexy little red dress with her new, enhanced cleavage proudly on display. Notably, she was being led by a man whose face was blurred out, and the paper led with the headline, ‘Old Habits Die Hard.’

The businessman laughed again. Carmen was a Presidential candidate. There was no way she would be turning tricks in public. He felt relieved that he took Mr Purple’s deal. He had no idea what would have happened to him if Carmen had been the one who sold her soul to the devil. We will never know what might have been.

“Gerry, bring Carly in here,” Thomas spoke over the intercom. “I’ve received some fantastic news, and we need to celebrate.” He softly bit his lip and unzipped his pants. He knew exactly how to celebrate.

End of Chapter Three