Consequences

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Nicole Mason (mayor's daughter)
Age: 24

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4 weeks earlier

The Mayor's Ball.

It was an annual tradition that the city of New Port looked forward to every year. This was the first time Nicole would be attending seeing as how it was her father's first term as mayor.

A lot of people attended. Including those from the local police force and even some from the neighboring AF base.

To say she was a little nervous was an understatement for Nicole. She had been away for most of her father's campaign and this would be her first 'coming' out as it was. But what could go wrong, all she had to do was show up in a nice dress, say hello to a few people and then, smile and go home.

That was it.

Right?

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Present

Yeah, that had been the plan. Nicole thought as she knelt over the toilet, dry heaving and trying to take deep breaths to calm her system down.

No, that night was a night that was going to change her life in ways she never thought possible.

And was bad? No. No it wasn't. The bad part was that the guy she ended up going home with was someone she had just met and someone she didn't bother to get his first name.

One thing she knew was that he was a cop. At least she figured he was. He had a gun...

And the way he fucked her that night. The way he used her so hard, Nicole didn't think that sort of pleasure existed. It seemed kind of corny to explain it that way but that's how it felt.

She was sure she'd never see him again and she was OK with that. But now... now what?

 

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Nic Kozlov

Age: 43

New Port was one of those small cities from the days of Western expansion that had convinced itself it was a large city by incorporating everything around it. But no matter how large the perimeter of the city got, New Port remained a small town in character. Most people knew each other. Everybody knew how things worked. Nobody made waves.

Nobody except the shitheel of a new mayor. He was the type that knew what New Port was but hyped it to the regional and state press as a "eighth largest city in the US" as he climbed its ranks in the hopes of getting national press. Recent events suggested he had started to believe his own PR about the city.

The docks were one of the few moneymakers left in town after the slow death of industry and the economic collapse of 2008. And the docks had been controlled by the Russian mob in New Port since the 1920s. The local shitheels could make their money off the back-end through routine fuzzy math and shitty bookkeeping of city government--but the day-to-day business of the docks was off-limits.

Mayor Shithell had thought that times were changing and his connections to some of the major national banks meant he could ignore how things were usually done.

That's when the boss of New Port called Nic's handler's in Chicago and requested that an unfamiliar face bring Mayor Shitheel back down from the clouds.

Nic was supposed to come down, blend in with the local and state cops, and then corner the mayor and make sure he got the message. He had been planning to simply catch the poor bastard in the restroom and give him a few hefty whips across his face with his sidearm.

Then Nic saw Mayor Shitheel had brought his sweet, virginal looking daughter to the party. And he saw an opportunity to send a message Mayor Shitheel wouldn't forget--even if he became President Shitheel.

 

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After a long, hot shower, Nicole felt a little better and was only 10 minutes late to breakfast with her father. This was something she wasn't looking forward to because of the latest polls regarding his popularity. There were pressures everywhere but if there was one thing her father always put first was his family.

"Hello Daddy." Nicole said, pasting on a smile as she greeted her father at the table he was occupying in the busy hotel restaurant as he was reading a paper.

Putting his paper down Jonathan Mason could only return his daughter's smile. It didn't matter what tough times he faced because when he saw his daughter, he knew he had done at least one thing right in his life.

"Hello, my darling," he said, and held out a chair, "Have a seat."

The two talked and Nicole did her damnest during the meal to keep a straight face and pay attention as her father dominated the conversation, which she gladly let him do as her mind raced with everything she had found out that morning.

Her circumstances were certainly life changing and it would be scandal if the press was to find out that the Mayor's daughter was pregnant and unwed.

"Have you been listening to a word I've said, Nicole?"

Sheepishly, Nicole nodded and took a long sip of her orange juice, "I'm sorry Daddy, I just have a lot on my mind..you know, with work and all...which, reminds me, I have to get going!" She stood up suddenly and gave her father a kiss on the cheek and got out of there before he could question her on her sudden departure.

As Nicole hurried out of the restaurant, she bumped into someone's shoulder and without bothering to look at the person, she muttered her apologies and kept going. She needed air. Fresh air.

 

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The Mayor's Ball

After assessing his new target, Nic relaxed a bit, hit up the bar, and entered the role of observer.

Mayor Shitheel was what Nic had expected from the briefing. Transparently phony and full of himself. He had an affect to his voice that was some unnatural take on a hybrid of a Kentucky accent and what poor or middle class people think rich people sound like. Nic's grip on his glass tightened. He could not listen to more than a few sentences without wanting to punch the man in the mouth.

Shitheel's daughter was nervous and doing a bad job of hiding it. The mayor, of course, was oblivious to this. Nic saw this as an advantage.

After the last of the guests arrived, the daughter, predictably, started towards the bar--and him.

Back in Chicago, the crew used to make fun of Nic's last name and interest in the ladies by calling him "The Goat." Years of intimidating, torturing, and interrogating people who had crossed his employer gave him a very good idea of how to read people and he used this to his advantage at bars. And his womanizing soon became as much a part of his reputation as his way with a knotted cord or pair of pliers.

Nic was going to wait for Ms. Shitheel to get her drink and relax a bit. Then he'd make introductions, be charming, and start ratcheting up the amount of attention he gave her. Once she seem hooked, he'd immediately get bold and go for the kill.

If she was the rare girl who didn't fall for his game, Nic would simply move to the original plan. In the more likely scenario were he got her to start creaming her panties for him, he'd get a chance to both get his dick wet and shatter the only thing mayor Shithell legitimately cared about: his image.

Four weeks later

Nic was a little amazed that Nicole hadn't recognized him as she brushed past him. She had her eyes fixed on the floor and seemed shaken. Again, Mayor Shitheel seemed oblivious.

But Nic was not oblivious to what was wrong with Nicole. He had a thick manila envelope under his arm. In addition to the professional quality--and extremely graphic--prints he had of their several sexual encounters. There was also a medical report.

Nicole had started to feel strange a few days ago and suspected she might be pregnant. She had not had morning sickness or other tell-tale signs of it yet. But she suspected and feared she was pregnant. Nic pretended to comfort her and suggested a local doctor he knew to be discreet.

That doctor owed the guys at the dock several hundred thousand dollars in gambling debts. The good doctor's circumstances meant Nic got a full print out of the results of Nicole's appointment before she got so much as a call from that office.

Unlike Nicole, Nic was radiating peace and contentment. He was going to sit down with the owner of the single most punchable face he'd encountered in his career and show him his sweet little girl liked to take a big cock in her face, pussy, and asshole during somewhat deviant encounters. And that she was several weeks pregnant.

And then Nic was going to reveal the icing on the cake: every possible news outlet in the region had been faxed and emailed copies of the medical report and every sleazy tabloid in the state had been overnighted copies of the photos.

 

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***Later that day***

Nicole hung up the phone in disbelief.

She was definitely pregnant.

Not that it took a genius to figure it all. She had all the signs and symptoms but she had gone to the doctor to just make sure it wasn't anything else.

In the back of her mind, she wondered how the hell this could happen. They had used protection. Not that it was always 100% fool proof but still... she knew she wasn't that drunk that night to not have seen him slip on a condom..

Still, when she had found out, she had told Nic...who miraculously showed up out of nowhere and assured her that he was there for her and that they would do more after she got tested. She took comfort in knowing that she'd have at least support from someone once her father found. God, he was going to shit bricks once he found out about all this.

Almost as soon as she was off her phone, it rang again and Nicole looked at the number on the display. Unlisted.

With a frown, she answered it, "Hello?"

It was then she was bombarded with questions about the pictures.. "Pictures?" Nicole repeated. "What pictures?! What the hell are you talking about?!"

Her phone beeped again and she looked at the message being sent to her.

Actually, it was a picture.. a picture of her and Nic in a very comprimising position... or in this case, several of them as a few more pictures showed up.

"What the hell?!" Nicole whispered as she hung up and there was a knock at her door.

 

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Mayor's Ball

About thirty minutes into little Miss Shitheel's trip to the bar, Nic was sure he was going to have a good night.

It had textbook. He pretended not to notice her as she nervously ordered a few girly drinks and downed them in quick succession. Then he pretended to notice her and ribbed her about seeming a little nervous. Then came the patter, the talk about how similar Nic and Nichole were, the laughter, the smiles, and the casual touches.

Then Nic put his hand un her thigh and started to light slide it upward as they talked. Nichole got quieter and her breathing more ragged. Her chest started to heave. As Nic's litle finger starting brushing over the damp material of her panties that covered her clit and she still hadn't objected, he looked her hard and lustfully in the eyes and told her they were going up to his room.

Nichole quaffed the last of her drink and nodded.

Four weeks later

Nic had taken a lot of pleasure in watching Mayor Shitheel break in public as he turned over the photos and explained what had happened and was about to happen. His permanent smug smile fading, the blood draining from his face, the sweat--it was almost as good as putting his dick up his daughter's ass as she moaned and called him 'Daddy.' Almost.

The mayor understood that, while his political career wasn't over, he was about to endure several years of damage control before he could dream of climbing the next rung of the ladder. He was probably going to have a serious, family values-driven challenge in the next primary.

And he understood that he and his stuffed shirt friends were going to get their grubby paws off the docks. Now, they were simply seducing his daughter and ruining his reputation along with hers. The mayor understood he and his family didn't want to know what the guys at the docks were capable of when they got really upset.

 

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Call after call and Nic wasn't answer his phone.

Nicole cursed under her breath and continued to pace in the darkness of her apartment. Her phone had been going off non stop since she had gotten that first phone call earlier...

She had gotten a call from her father also and that didn't go over well also. He called her every name in the book for ruining his career and also their 'good' family name... he also said he would never, ever be a grandfather to the bastard of a child she was carrying with that man..

That man being Nic...

What the hell happened?! One moment she and her family were leading a normal life and now, because of her, she had ruined everything!

She needed to talk to Nic. Get his side of the story. Find out what the hell was going on but the asshole wasn't answering and she couldn't go out, at least not until the press found something else to leech onto and write about.

Everything was a mess and Nicole didn't know where to begin with it all. She had to fix this. Picking up her phone, she tried Nic's cell once more...