#mayor ted garcia

It was a lot of pressure to always be so conscious of appearances, how any gesture or word would be interpreted by the public. But it was a large part of the expectation in becoming mayor and keeping that title. Ted was seen with a trustworthy smile on his face, an empathetic light in his eyes, put-together clothes, and an extended helping hand. Always.

You understood from your own elected position as comptroller, even if you weren't as much of a public face as he was. The people judged your accuracy and fairness; whether you held other government figures and businesses accountable. That part you found easy: digging up records, cross-checking numbers, following money trails, and finding inconsistencies. The confrontation and paraded legal cases were the trouble.

No one liked being accused, whether they were guilty or innocent. Some CEOs would threaten you, try to bribe your subpoenas away. Other people would yell and scream in court. A few times, you had to get restraining orders or send the accused to jail for how aggressive they were. Ted had been there through some of those instances, reassuring you that things would be alright.

He let you stay in his home with his son the first time it happened. The next few times, you refused his offer but let him get a few police cars around your house for the night. You knew he wouldn't be quite so kind after you sent him a little notice. It was part of your job - you had to audit his office and records, and you couldn't just sweep it under the rug when you found something that didn’t add up. He was getting lobbied in a not-so-legal way by that data center, solidgoldmagikarp.

Not wanting to make it too big a deal in case it was an error on your part or if there was a document explaining the extra funds, you brought it up to the mayor privately. Something like this would ruin his career. It would be a media circus if it got out, regardless if it was true. There were enough conspiracy theorists in town to come up with the most ridiculous stories about him that would only grow if they had any bit of truth to back them.

Ted's response to your professional and very under-the-radar accusation was just as private. He showed up at your house, hands on his hips and tension between his brows that he usually did his best to hide. You knew it meant that he wouldn't say a word about why he was here until he was inside, hidden away from any prying eyes. Holding the door open, you let him in and quickly pulled covers over your windows.

Ted pulled your note out of his pocket, "The hell is the meaning of this?"

"You can read." You sighed in exasperation. "I'm just doing my job, Ted, show me some paperwork explaining the money and I'll drop it."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Just gimme some time. I'll get it to you. Anyone else know about it?"

"No, I was careful. I knew it would be a whole scandal if it got out."

The mayor let out a relieved breath, pacing around your entryway in his cowboy boots. He ran a hand over his face, the nervous tension that built up within him ever since he read the note gradually easing away. Deep brown eyes looked into yours, vulnerability shining in them. You looked at him apologetically, reaching a hand to his shoulder.

"I'm sorry to scare you, Ted."

A half-smile quirked up underneath his mustache, "It's okay, doll, I know you're just tryin' to do your job. Just made me real nervous."

His arms found their way around you, as they had quite a few times before. Only in private hideaways where there were no open windows or nearby ears. You couldn't help leaning in against him, setting your chin against his chest and looking up into his eyes with a guilty smile. Ted's hands reached for your ass, groping the muscle through your trousers.

"That's right, baby, you wouldn't do no wrong against me... you're my good little whore, ain't ya?" He crooned, looking down at you with a dark grin. "Wrapped around my finger, same as you got me on yours."

You nodded, licking and biting at your lips.

Ted kissed your forehead, then growled: "Take your fucking clothes off."

He got like this sometimes, brusque and hostile, with you. Not to be cruel and not because he was really angry with you. It was an act of trust, paraded as being gruff and assertive over you in a safe, consensual, private space. The constant politeness and friendliness could dissipate so that Ted could unapologetically let out whatever emotions he was feeling.

Sometimes he would fall apart for you, letting go of all the control and responsibility on his shoulders. But generally, Ted just wanted catharsis and he knew you could be trusted. That was why your note felt like a needle prick to the heart and not like business as usual. That was why he needed to see you.

You carefully slid the fabric from your body, trying to halfway fold the ironed-out professional attire so it would be out of harm's way. The instant that the last article of clothing was free from your hands, Ted grabbed you by the wrist and roughly pulled you along. Stumbling on your bare feet to follow, you were led to your bed and shoved face-down into the duvet.

Ted's belt buckle clinked as he unfastened it behind you, "Bet you're already fuckin' dripping for me. Ready to take me the second you saw me in the doorway."

"Ted- "

He smacked your ass hard enough to shut you up, "That's not how you address me, whore."

"S-Sir, I- "

His palm landed on the other side to silence you again, "And I didn't ask you to speak. Your mouth is only good for one thing and it ain't talking, you understand?"

"Yes, sir." You answered quietly, your arms folding under your chin as you tried to make yourself at least a little more comfortable.

"Good. Now let's see if I'm right..." He trailed off, bending over to set his hands over each side of your ass and pull them apart. "'Course I fuckin' was. I haven't even touched you and your pussy's drooling all over the sheets."

You pursed your lips together to keep from making any response. That was the easiest way to let Ted get what he wanted out of you without teasing you too much. Otherwise, he'd happily edge you ten times over and leave you crying in your own bed while he fixed his belt back into place.

"Maybe you're too excited about this," he started, tracing a finger along the seam and pausing to circle around the edge of the hole you hadn't tried with him yet, "should I ruin you today instead? Make you cry for me? Answer me, whore."

You blinked back at him with wide eyes, your whole body moving with the heaving breaths of your lungs, "Please, sir."

"Please what?" He spat.

"I want you to ruin me. I want you to use me, sir. However you want."