Chapter 1

Nicky gave her Mother her world class pout, looking at her from the corner of her eyes and swinging her head slightly so her bangs fell over her forehead. Her Mom sighed and glared at the teenager.

"Nicole, darling, please try and be more cooperative."

"Mu-ther." she sulked.

"Darling the entire world will be watching. We must put on a good impression now mustn't we."

"Fuck them!"

"Nicole!"

"Oh really Mother, You can't expect me to appear in public in that ratty looking old ladies dress."

"It is not an old ladies dress! It is a perfectly sweet, ladylike dress!"

"I wouldn't be caught dead in it."

"Your father isn't sworn in as president every day darling. The least you can do is try and reflect well on him."

"I'm not interested in reflecting well on him."

"Now darling, don't be like that."

"I don't like this crummy, cold, wet, rainy city! It's dirty and dead! I want to go back home to L.A.!"

"But sweetie, we're going to live in the White House."

"Who cares? It's not even as big as our house in Beverly Hills! It's cold and damp and drafty. There's no swimming pool and no video games room, and the place is full of stupid nosey servants!"

"But darling..."

"I want to go home where it's sunny! I have a hundred bathing suits! What am I supposed to do with a hundred bathing suits in this shitty town!?"

"We'll get them to build you a swimming pool darling."

"That'll take forever."

"No, no. It won't take that long."

"It's too cold anyway."

"Well, we'll build it indoors."

"Tammie Mcdonald says there used to be one in there and they just put a floor over it for the press room." Nicky said, appearing to come out of her pout.

"Well we'll find somewhere else for them." her mother said in satisfaction.

"Okay. As long as it doesn't take too long." Nicky sniffed.

"Now will you wear this dress sweetie?"

Nicky stomped her foot, the pout returning to her face.

"We'll get your video games moved here from the house in California as well."

Nicky sighed. It was a huge, long suffering sigh.

"Alright." she said.

"Oh thank you honey." her mother gushed, hugging her, much to the red haired girl's annoyance.

She pulled open her robe, then dropped it on the floor. She was naked beneath. Her mother gave a little squeak, then quickly stumbled over to the door.

"W... well, I'll let you dress." she said hurriedly over her shoulder.

Nicole snickered to herself, having known what effect nudity would have on her pathetically uptight mother. She wondered if the woman undressed and took her baths in the dark. Her father must have practically had to rape her to produce a kid.

She held up the off white dress in front of herself as she gazed at the reflection in the full length mirror. It was probably a mistake to dye her hair red, she thought. It caused too many color coordination problems for her now. Maybe she'd dye it blonde, or a deep, dark black. She wrinkled her nose at the dress. It hung down to her ankles and was shapeless and stiff.

Oh well, it wasn't like anyone important was going to be there. All the cool kids were back home. The only people that would be at the inauguration were all too old to count for anything.

She dropped the dress on the floor and looked at her naked image instead. Much better, she decided. She ought to go down there like this. That'd show the old man for dragging her out here to this cold, snowy shitpile of a city.

She noticed her nipples. The small pink nubs were stiff, pointing outward like little pencil points. She scowled. The fucking room was too cold, despite her many complaints to the hotel people. She ought to call up the crummy manager and show him her stiff nipples.

She fingered them absently. Stiff nipples were no bad thing as long as they weren't hard because of the cold. She'd had stiff nipples often enough in the last few days and weeks and months and years after all.

What would her Daddy's campaign staff have done if they'd known that she was out banging two boys in a field on the night of his election victory? Her nipples had sure been stiff then. She'd thought Mike was trying to suck the little red points right off her breasts.

Now she was supposed to play the good girl virgin for the next four years? She frowned sulkily at the sexy image in the mirror. She posed provocatively for herself, throwing her ample chest out and spreading her legs.

"Nickyyyyyy. Are you almost ready?" her mother called from the next room.

She cursed and went over to the little bureau, pulling out underwear. If she had to dress like Miss purity on the outside, she'd damn well dress like Miss slut on the inside, she thought.

She pulled on a microscopic little black G-string, then fastened a garter belt around her hips. She added the garters, stockings, and see-through black bra, and then went back to the mirror. Let the fuckers see me like this, she thought wickedly.