Hill's the Boss 1 With a tuxedo on my back and a written invitation in my hand, I was escorted right to the door of the Presidential Suite of the Hotel Y in Los Angeles. I knocked and was greeted by Hillary Rodham Clinton, who was wearing only a bathrobe and a smile. But let me begin at the beginning. It all started in 1999, when rumors first surfaced that First Lady Hillary Rodham Clinton was considering a run for the Senate. Because I had always admired Mrs. Clinton as a strong woman with passionate convictions, I sent an e-mail to FirstLady@WhiteHouse.gov encouraging her to run. I had no hope that she would actually see my e-mail. She was the most active First Lady in history. She must have gotten thousands of pieces of correspondence -- pro and con -- every day. I am a political consultant for Democratic candidates in the Los Angeles area. (Unless you're in the business, you've never heard of me.) I also have friends in New York state politics. So when Mrs. Clinton announced in 2000 that she would run for Senator, I sent her the occasional e-mail offering political advice. I thought I could offer some knowledgable advice from an outsider's perspective. Still I got no answer, until September when I received the following e-mail: From: FirstLady@WhiteHouse.gov To: XXX@... Subject: Thank you for your e-mails Date: September 21, 2000 Dear Mr. XXX, As you can imagine, I don't have time these days to read all of my e-mails, much less respond to them with the individual attention they deserve. However, I must tell you I have read your helpful e-mails, and I appreciate them. I have given my secretary orders to make sure I see them as soon as they arrive. Sincerely, Hillary Rodham Clinton After she was elected, I continued to correspond with Senator Clinton, though strictly on political matters. In 2002, I received this e-mail: From: Hillary.Clinton@Senate.gov To: XXX@... Subject: Difficult Times Date: June 1, 2002 Dear Mr. XXX, As you may have heard, I'm working on a book about my years as First Lady. I've gotten to the part about Bill and that bitch, Monica Lewinsky. I'm finding it difficult to relive those times. You've always been so wise in the past, I wonder if you could give me any advice now? Very Truly Yours, Hillary I was really taken aback, both by the subject matter and the personal tone. I had never received an e-mail like this from Senator Clinton. I responded immediately, though with generalities about how she had been married to Bill Clinton for so long, surely their love and commitment had seen them through rough times before and must have seen them through this as well. After all, they seemed like the perfect couple on the campaign trail, and Bill was settling into his role as ex-president and Senator's spouse. She wrote back the next day: From: Hillary.Clinton@Senate.gov To: XXX@... Subject: RE: Difficult times Date: June 2, 2002 Dear Mr. XXX, Thank you for your very kind note. I'll just say right now that I love Bill, but our marriage is not all it seems to be. When I have more time, I'll explain further. Very Truly Yours, Hillary I wrote back that she didn't owe me an explanation. I didn't hear from the Senator for about a month. From: Hillary.Clinton@Senate.gov To: XXX@... Subject: RE: Difficult times Date: July 7, 2002 Dear Mr. XXX, I'm feeling a little down again, and I'm hoping you can cheer me up. Tell me, do you find me attractive? Very Truly Yours, Hillary Again, I wrote back immediately. From: XXX@... To: HillsTheBoss@... Subject: RE: Difficult times Date: July 7, 2002 Dear Hillary, It's not easy to call you that after all this time calling you the First Lady or Senator Clinton. As a political advisor, I must warn you that e-mail sent from your official account could become public -- either through the actions of a disloyal staffer, a Republican on the Ethics Committee, or an overzealous prosecutor. If you want to have a personal correspondence with me, please use a non-official e-mail address. Yours, Joe From: HillsTheBoss@... To: XXX@... Subject: About that question Date: July 8, 2002 Dear Joe, How do you like this e-mail address? My staff got it for me as a joke months ago. This is the first time I'm using it. I meant it when I asked that question in my last e-mail. The book is still tough-going. I've had some hard times on the Senate floor. Republicans on talk radio make such personal remarks about my looks. So, how about it? Do you find me attractive? Very Truly Yours, Hillary From: XXX@... To: HillsTheBoss@... Subject: RE: About that question Date: July 8, 2002 Dear Hillary, Oh, yes! I have always admired strong women. (My ex-wife was a strong woman.) I am awestruck by your beauty, your brains, your wit, your speaking ability. I don't know where to begin (or end), but let me assure that yes, I find you attractive. Very Truly Yours, Joe From: HillsTheBoss@... To: XXX@... Subject: RE: About that question Date: July 9, 2002 Dear Joe, You really know how to reassure a girl! Very Truly Yours, Hillary From: XXX@... To: HillsTheBoss@... Subject: Another question Date: July 9, 2002 Dear Hillary, > You really know how to reassure a girl! I hope so. You deserve it. Now, I've got a question for you. You said last month that your marriage with Bill is not all it seems. What does that mean? Very Truly Yours, Joe From: HillsTheBoss@... To: XXX@... Subject: RE: Another question Date: July 9, 2002 Dear Joe, [Big sigh] All right. When I found out about Bill's little escapade, it was the most devastating, shocking and hurtful experience of my life. He betrayed me -- and in front of the world, too! If he wanted me to stay with him and have a more or less normal married life, he had to agree to my terms. When we make love, I get to dominate Bill. I get to be on top whenever I want. I make him give me orgasm after orgasm before he gets to come. I even made Bill agree that, if I want to, I can discreetly take a lover. I haven't wanted to -- yet. Recently, I told Bill I wanted to fuck him in the ass with a strap-on. He said he wouldn't do it. He said it would make him feel gay. Can you believe that? I guess you can take the boy out of Arkansas, but you can't take the Arkansas out of the boy. Probably more than you wanted to know, but there it is. Very Truly Yours, Hillary I wanted to let Hillary know that I could help her with her problem, but I wanted to do it in such a way there would be plausible deniability (as they say). From: XXX@... To: HillsTheBoss@... Subject: RE: Another question Date: July 10, 2002 Dear Hillary, Thank you for being so candid with me. I must say I am aroused by your confessions. *Everything* about them intrigues me. Very Truly Yours, Joe I didn't hear from her for a while. I started to think that she got embarrassed by what she'd said, or that I had offended her. Then this: From: HillsTheBoss@... To: XXX@... Subject: RE: Another question Date: August 2, 2002 Dear Joe, *Everything* I wrote intrigues you? We'll see about that. I'm going to be in LA for a fundraising trip next week. Meet me at the Hotel Y, Presidential Suite (like that?), 10 pm, next Wednesday. Very Truly Yours, H. P.S. I asked around among my California friends, and they say you're cute. That evening, I put on a nice tuxedo. As someone in the business, I know how to dress for political events and I have the wardrobe to match. I flicked on the evening news, and there was Hillary going from place to place in a killer black gown. They said she had begged off some of the later events, pleading jetlag. I showed up at the Hotel Y and headed for the Presidential Suite. Naturally the floor was swarming with Secret Service. I marched up to the guy who seemed to be in charge, showed him a letter from Hillary (much more formal than her e-mails, of course), and said, "The Senator is expecting me." "Right this way, sir," he said as he led me to her door and then discreetly withdrew. I knocked on the door and Hillary opened it wearing a lush white bathrobe with the Hotel Y's logo on it. She pulled me into the room, threw me on the king-size bed, and climbed on top of me. She pressed her body hard into mine, kissing me wildly, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. She raised up to get a better look at me, looked me straight in the eye and said, "Two rules. Number one, you will call me Senator, not Hillary. Two, tonight is about my pleasure. If you want anything, you'll have to ask -- nicely." She smiled, but I could tell she meant it. "Yes, Senator." She dove back to my mouth and fucked it with her tongue. As she did so, she removed my fancy suit and tie and every other piece of clothing on me. She stood up, gazed at my now-stiff cock, and smiled. She slowly peeled off the bathrobe, giving me a good look at her nude body. She has nicely rounded breasts. Her hips and thighs give a man plenty to hold onto -- just the way I like them. Naturally, she has a full bush; no little girl's bald cunt for her. "I find you very attractive, Senator," I said. "Good," she said. "Now lick my pussy!" "Yes, Senator." I jumped head first between her legs. My tongue probed through her bush and parted the sweet lips inside. I licked up and down and soon descended on her clit. I flicked it -- slowly at first and then faster. Hillary began moaning and her hips began bucking. Soon I had trouble keeping my mouth on her. Not for long, however. She grabbed my head and pressed it down into her cunt. I made her come four more times before she let me up. When she caught her breath, I asked, "Senator, would you suck my cock, please?" "Certainly," she said and lay me down on the bed. She licked me from my balls, up the shaft to the head. She took me deep in her mouth and sucked me to ecstasy. I was rock hard and almost ready to come. She stopped then and sat up. "Can you believe some people think I don't like sucking cock?" she said. Hillary then reached over and opened the bedside table. She pulled out an ornately decorated box with her initials carved on top. She opened the box and pulled out some lube. "Lie back and hold your knees up," she ordered. I did as I was told. She put a big gob of lube on her hand, then shoved a finger up my ass. I was nervous, and therefore a little tight, but also excited. Soon, I loosened up and she was able to insert a second finger and then a third. I felt so open and ready for anything, but on the other hand, I was at the mercy of a powerful woman who was clearly turned on by the idea of dominating me in every way. Hillary stopped and pulled out. Reaching into the box again, she pulled out a huge, 8-inch dildo -- one of the more realistic looking ones, like a real cock with veins and everything. She arranged the straps around her hips and thighs. Hillary's cock was pointing at me and dangling as if to say, "Your ass is mine!" She wasn't done yet. There was something else in that box of hers. She got a tiny bullet vibrator and placed it on her cunt behind the dildo. The vibe's cord and on-off switch hung at her side. "Wow," I said, "I thought you said you never used one of these before." "I didn't say that," Hillary replied. "I just said that Bill wouldn't let me fuck him with it. But when I was at Wellesley, my dildo got quite a workout!" She lubed up the dildo and slid it gently into my ass. She fucked me slowly at first. When she saw that I was at ease, and even enjoying it, she started to fuck me faster. She turned on the vibe. As it buzzed softly, her eyes rolled up in her head and she moaned until she was almost screaming. My cock was pleading for relief. The sight and sensations of Hillary Clinton fucking me in the ass were almost too much. She was so busy fucking me and enjoying her own orgasms that she wouldn't stop to get me off. "Senator, may I stroke my cock, please?" I begged. "I really need it." "All right!" she snapped. "Just do it. I'm going to come again." I started stroking myself and in my excitement called out, "Ah, Hillary, Hillary!" "Call me Senator!" she demanded as she shoved that huge cock deeper into my ass, opening my hole wider. "Yes, Ma'am," I said. That show of force aroused us both further. She came yet again louder than ever. I shot my come up to her belly and all over my own. "I could be back in L.A. next month," she said as we lay down together. "I could be on the East Coast before that," I responded. That was the beginning of my many happy times with Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton.