Marvel: Mr. President

Chapter 39: Seduced

[WARNING: Light NSFW Stuff]

New York,

One good thing about Hector was that he didn't need too much security, just one car was usually enough, and it was rather the opposite, the 5 secret service member team felt safer near Hector than away from him.

He arrived at the party that was being held by Howard for the success of the company and also the success of the Italy Campaign, it was also a fundraiser for helping those permanently injured in the war. Hector was invited to give a small speech to start off the event.

"How do I look, son?" Hector asked, wearing his usual military uniform to give the real vibes.

"I will be frank, if I was your enemy I'd shit my pants. Damn you're tall, old man." Howard was very frank with him by now, as they had to meet many times for the war effort. He also helped a little in making the rockets for the satellite launch. Hector in return injected some money into Howard's company to give it more push.

"I hear that too much, people in the Soviet Union call me the babayka, also known as the bogeyman. This creature usually takes away children who misbehave. Hah, when did I take away children?" Hector complained, dissatisfied by the name.

"Or maybe they named you this because you're scary. You are, after all, a bad capitalist American in their eyes. And you being the President, you are like the boss of bad capitalist Americans." Howard joked.

Grunting, Hector shrugged, "Moony, follow me, boy. You're going to be the star of the show. Just act cute and let those rich ladies throw in as much money as possible."

"WOOF!" Moony nodded, in his cute Army red-coloured dress which was similar to Hector's red uniform, ~You got it, dad, I will be the best whore tonight,~

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"Moony, where did you learn that word?" Hector seriously asked him, kneeling to his head level.

Moony barked in reply, ~Oh, Kennedy and his friends were talking about strippers, whores and how they will throw money on them.~

Hector's body radiated a dangerous aura, scaring away Howard, ~Those fuckers, corrupting my sweet son, they will pay.~

"OLD MAN! We need their money, not wet pants!" Howard shouted quickly.

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A moment later, he was standing on the stage in front of a podium, in front of him was a large expensive looking dinner hall, round tables set up everywhere, looking luxurious. Everyone had a wine glass in their hands as they looked at Hector in reverence and respect. A few women fawned over Moony.

"...Too many of my sons have lost their lives in this war, I do not condone it, but for the sake of the safety of our lands, we must fight to protect. But I do assure everyone with the utmost guarantee that I will end this war, I will drag Hitler out of his bunker and show the world what a weak little man he is."

He ended his small 10-minute speech and then let Moony speak in the mic, it was just a few cute barks and noises. Nobody minded it, instead, a lot more cameramen clicked photos. Good boy was surely going to be on the first page tomorrow.

After this, the auction was started, in it were a few items belonging to Hector as well, one was his pen with which he signed on the approval of war against Japan and Germany. It was bought by Smithsonian, they probably hoped that it would be valuable after Hector's death, jokes on them, he wasn't going to quit anytime soon.

Other than this, Moony's paw prints were also selling like hotcakes, there were only 5 sets anyway. Though the most expensive thing to be sold was the opportunity to get a photo clicked with Hector and Moony. And in this, the boy was in lead. ~Dad, I got 10 more photos clicked,~ he boasted.

After 3 hours, the auction came to an end, they ended up gathering 1.2 million USD, a lot of which was given by Stark Industries itself. Then came the party, Hector moved around, eating some snacks and mingling with people. Most were licking his boots, the reason being simply that he could not be controlled. Unlike previous Presidents, who had to bow down to corporations, Hector was the man of steel, he was rich and cared not for anybody. The only way to gain favours from him was by being in his good books.

"Haha, so you want to become a Senator, well, you got the money, all you need is people's confidence." Hector talked to a rich businessman, named Calvin Chadwick.

"Thank you for your advice, Mr President, ah, I haven't introduced you to my wife, Whitney Frost, the top Hollywood actress." The man showcased his wife, why wouldn't he, she was a classic trophy wife, an absolutely hot blonde bombshell. [A/N: Not to be confused with Emma Frost.]

Hector would be lying if he didn't feel anything, he was a damn virgin old man after all. He shook her hand, "Hello, Miss Frost, forgive me but I have not seen any of your movies, been fighting for the past few years now. I might just make a personal theatre in the White House later, can't miss out on such beautiful creations,"

She chuckled, covering her mouth, realising he was flirting, "Thank you for your words, Mr President. I really hope that someday a biopic is made on you and I can be the heroine."

He laughed, "Haha, for that I need to find a real heroine for myself first."

Suddenly, Whitney Frost moved slightly closer to Hector, letting him get a clear view of her cleavage, she looked up at his face with a seductive smile, "You already have one in front of you, Mr President... Hehe, I was saying I am the most famous actress right now."

~Did she just... try to get hanky-panky with me?~ Hector, the giga-virgin he was, felt confused. But by the end, she returned to being normal, not letting her husband suspect anything.

After this short encounter, the whole evening, he found Whitney Frost, again and again, coming closer to him, either nearly bumping onto him, or walking past so close her body would touch his.

"Old man, she wants you, hah, never knew she was one of those who like to be dominated by monsters." Howard appeared with a glass of wine.

"Are you calling me a monster?" he narrowed his gaze.

*Cough* "Anyway, she's inviting you, go and use any of the booked rooms, you're the King of the United State of America, you deserve some actions... not with anyone less than her." Howard urged him, he was the god of debauchery after all, who else could give such advice.

"Hey, I'm not king. And I don't think she wants that," Hector rejected the idea.

But then Howard and Hector looked at Whitney Frost. She was staring at Hector directly from across the hall and making an inviting gesture with her fingers while biting her lips, then she turned around, seductively wiggled her back and entered the elevator.

"Still not sure?" Howard grinned.

But Hector shook his head, this was not right in his mind, he didn't really care about any age difference or anything, but this whole situation didn't seem right to him. "This is wrong, she has a husband."

"Yeah, the same husband who just took two actresses from the party to a room. That's the rich lifestyle, Mr President, welcome to America's elite world. Here, take this and go," Howard handed him a small packet.

Hector, thought for a while, ~I shall go and ask her why she's doing this,~ he thought and left.

Seeing this, Howard cheered, ~FUCK YEAH! I just wing manned the President. I need to add this to my business card.~

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Hector went inside the elevator, it was empty and only for exclusive use, so nobody was using it. He found a small piece of tissue paper stuck on the mirror, "4th floor, room 420," was written on it. He went straight to it.

The moment he knocked on the door, it slid open from the force. It was set to be like this, ~I hope I don't end up causing some scandal, ah wait, twitter does not exist yet,~ he thought and went inside.

"Miss Frost?" He called her name. But, for a few seconds, no voice came. Guessing it was nothing, he started to leave.

"Not so fast, Mr President," just then a seductive, moanful voice echoed.

As he turned around, his jaw dropped. There stood the woman, hot blonde bombshell in no clothes other than her stalking and heels. Describing her body as 'just hot' was disrespectful, her perky full breasts, hourglass figure and plum hips, along with the red lipstick was the peak sex appeal.

He walked toward her. She did the same and eventually pressed her body on him, her breasts pushing against his lower chest. She was a whole foot shorter than him, he was so huge that if she were to hug her she would disappear in his arms.

"I will be your heroine for tonight, Mr President, for the great things you have done for this nation, I want to thank you. Do whatever you want, I am all yours," She made the most submissive face possible and tried to rub her hands on his nether region.

Hector's face didn't change however, he touched her waist, feeling her soft skin, then slid his hand to her breast and slowly moved up, in the end grabbing her neck tight. Whitney Frost thought the man liked to be brash and oppressive. ~No man can reject the temptation of my body,~ she thought.

Hector moved, slowly pushing her to the wall, pressing her on it. She knew it was going to be a very painful night, but she needed to do it. Accepting it, she started to kneel, however, Hector didn't let her neck go, and instead, he clenched tighter *cough* "Mr President, I can't breath... *cough*,"

He didn't stop, instead, he lifted her in the air, her back pressed on the wall. This was when his face changed, turning colder, "Why are you doing this? Who sent you? Tell me, or you die here."

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[A/N: Umm, I would like to address something about this fic to you all. When I started writing it, I knew there would be elements in it that would be controversial. But, since the MC is the President and a guy who literally works in Hell, there were bound to be deeper politics and ideas that may not be accepted by all people.

I didn't mention any political party in this fic until now, I won't do it later either. People are happy to have their own ideas. But know this, I don't mean any hurt to anyone, this is just a fic. My only goal is to write something decent, something enjoyable.

So if you don't like something, just ignore it because I don't really mean it and it doesn't even matter. I'm a nobody, my opinion does not matter and you should not be influenced by it. However, I am very happy to debate things calmly. We do it on my server every now and then without being offended.

Everyone can have an opinion, everyone is allowed to have critical thinking. If you still want to have some debate with other people from around the world, then join my discord and speak in it to gain access to the Supreme Lounge channel.

Again, I'm a nobody, just a random Monke. This is just a fanfic, bros. Enjoy it while it lasts, once it's over, forget it and start reading something else.

Have a nice day, and stay safe.]

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