The President's Advisor
The life of a presidential advisor isn't all it appears.
Author's Note: This is a parody, satire, even. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. This takes place in a universe where STDs do not exist. This was a lot of fun to write. I hope that you enjoy it. Any comments are greatly appreciated.
The President's Advisor
"No, Mr. President, that is not correct," Dr. Ann Szucks, the President's Economic Advisor, said to him as she stood in front of his desk.
Ann always felt even smaller than her 5'5" and 105 lbs. when she stood in front of her boss' desk, even though she knew that he had had a 4" riser built into the floor of the desk to elevate him. Standing in front of his desk as she was now, she was practically at eye level with him, which was always a strange experience, as he was unable to hold eye contact with people when he talked with them, typical of habitual liars.
Even though she was only 28, Ann was one of the current class of lauded economics geniuses, having accurately predicted a major market correction and as a result of that, been brought to the attention of the President, who worshipped money and those able to make it. Even though she hadn't personally made any money from her predictions, others had. Now, anyone who was anyone in the world of finance hung onto any utterance that she might make, which made trying to advise this particular President very difficult, as he never let reality get in the way of what he wanted to believe.
With her PhD in economics in just 6 years from and then immediately becoming a Wharton School of Economics professor, the youngest in their history, Ann was well used to dealing with obtuse people who were too impressed with themselves or their titles or status. She had learned early on to take advantage of her diminutive, unimpressive appearance to excel, very often surprising people when they finally noticed her.
"Why not!?" he asked belligerently, crossing his arms across his chest defensively like a pouting schoolboy, once again thinking what a pathetic excuse for a woman she was with her flat chest and slim boy's ass. Her brown hair was totally forgettable, though what he could make out of her hazel eyes behind the thick glasses was okay. And she always wore the same, boring black skirts that came down just below her knees and a white blouse.
"Because imposing the types of tariffs that you're suggesting would cause immediate, severe financial difficulty to anyone involved in those industries here, not to mention the price increases that will get passed on to the entire consuming public," Ann replied. "It will not be painless at all. The numbers don't lie."
"It won't be that bad," the President said, waving an arm dismissively. "I'm never wrong about these things. It's why I'm so rich," he said, turning his chair to look out the window, dismissing her.
This makes perfect sense to me, living in my own Dali-esque life, Ann thought to herself as she left the Oval Office. Of course my job is science fiction.
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"Hungry?" Bill asked his wife when Ann arrived from work at their 3-story town home in the tony Adams Morgan neighborhood of Washington, D.C., sandwiched between posh Woodley Park to the north and stylish Dupont Circle to the south.
"Starved," Ann replied, eyeing the take-out containers on the table.
"I stopped at Izakaya Seki and got sushi," he explained, smiling when he saw the pleased reaction on her face.
"Green tea ice cream?" she asked, joining him at the table.
"In the freezer," Bill replied. "Sake?" he asked, going to the refrigerator and turning around with a bottle of Kamoizumi Shusen Junmai Ginjo in his hand.
"Is it going to be that kind of a night?" Ann asked, sighing as she felt the butterflies begin in her stomach.
"Only if you want it to," Bill replied, smiling at her, knowing what she was going to say.
"I always want it to be that kind of a night," Ann replied with a smile as he poured the sake.
Even at 30 and after 8 years of marriage, Ann didn't think that Bill had really changed that much. 6'2", 200 lbs., and still as out of shape as he had been when she met him at Wharton, he had brown hair, brown eyes, and most importantly, a 6" cock that never seemed to tire. She had been very surprised at the degree of constant horniness that such a computer nerd had.
Bill had been a computer major in his senior year when they had first met by chance when he had absent-mindedly walked into her, scattering her books and papers all over the path. He had been very nice, profusely apologizing over and over as he helped collect her papers and books. When he had shyly asked her if she'd like to meet him for coffee or a drink, she fell back on her life-long rule about men.
Ann was under no illusions about how she appeared. Drab and nondescript would probably be the most accurate in her own mind. Men either totally ignored her or didn't react to her as a woman. If they did, when they did, she always said yes, about anything. She told herself that she had better take advantage of any and all opportunities that she could, and she did. And discovered that she liked it, a lot. She also learned that it usually ensured another date, though they'd often cool their heels when they realized that she had no intention of anything permanent or exclusive.
So when Bill had asked her out, she had said yes and met him later that evening at one of the local bars. She had found him interesting in a boyish way, but he also had a very distracted air about him. He was unfailingly polite. At one point after actually snapping her fingers to get his attention as he disappeared somewhere in his head, he blushed and apologized, explaining that he was running a program experiment and couldn't stop thinking about it.
Ann had suppressed her outrage that she couldn't hold his attention over a computer program, another new low for her self-esteem. When he had suggested that perhaps she'd like to accompany him back to his place so that he could check his computer, that he'd be able to relax then, she had agreed, accomplishing two things at once in her mind; getting his attention and getting him somewhere that he could try to take advantage of her, and succeed. It had been a while and she was getting bored with her toys.
Reaching for more sushi, Ann smiled inside as she remembered how Bill's roommate, Cary, had walked in on them while she was naked on the sofa, her legs pressed up against her chest as Bill ate her pussy.
"Oh! Hey, sorry," Cary had said, walking right over to look down and see what was going on. "I didn't mean to interrupt. That looks good," he commented, his eyes trailing up from Ann's pussy to her hard, dark nipples, then to her face as she stared up at him open-mouthed.
"It is," Bill had replied, leaning back so that Cary had an ever better view of her spread pussy, long from front to back, her inner pussy lips wrinkled and dark-tinged, now petaled open to show her pink interior with a dark, fat clit glistening above. "Wanna taste?" he had asked, smiling up at Ann. "You mind?" he had asked.
"N-no," Ann had gasped, shocked, but at the same time thrilled, remembering how wet her pussy had suddenly gotten as Cary took Bill's place and glued his mouth to her pussy and began to slurp at the juices flowing from her.
"You like having your pussy eaten?" Bill had asked as she writhed beneath Cary's tongue. "You sure taste good."
"Yes," she had gasped, arching her hips as she ground her pussy into Cary's mouth as she came.
"You taste really good!" Cary had declared, sitting back, his mouth and chin glistening with her juices.
Ann had been shocked and overwhelmingly thrilled all at once as her body had continued to vibrate in orgasm, two guys taking turns eating her pussy. When Bill had finally asked if he could fuck her, she couldn't say yes fast enough, wrapping her legs around his waist as his cock slid into her pussy, Cary watching everything closely.
"You want Cary to fuck you, too?" Bill had asked, looking down at her.
"You don't mind?" Ann had asked.
"Nah, Cary's my friend and you've got a great pussy, really nice and juicy, fun to fuck," Bill had replied, getting out of the way to be quickly replaced by Cary.
"Uh, I'm going to cum," Cary had announced after just a couple of minutes.
"It's okay, I'm on the pill," Ann had gasped, squeezing him tighter with her legs as she felt his cock pulsing deep inside of her as he came.
"You've got a great pussy," Cary had gasped when he had finally finished dumping his balls into her and got off of her, her pussy gaping open, cum oozing from her hole onto her very nearby rosebud.
"You've got a really hot-looking pussy," Bill had said, taking her ankles as he looked down at her.
"Oh, yes," Ann has sighed when Bill sank his cock back into her pussy, though this time it was full of Cary's cum.
He held her ankles wide apart, watching as cum oozed out from around his cock as he continued to fuck her, Cary standing next to them watching.
"You like to suck cock, too?" Bill had asked, gasping as he pulled his glistening cock from her pussy and pulled her up into a sitting position, his cock sticking in her face.
"Yes," Ann had replied, opening her mouth and taking his cock in, tasting herself on him, then Cary's cum, then Bill's as his cock exploded and cum began to gush into her mouth.
Ann's nose was pressed up against Bill's stomach, his cock pulsing in her mouth and throat as he continued to cum. When he finally slid his cock back so that just the head was in her mouth, he groaned as he felt her tongue stabbing into the slit, her cheeks hollowing as she sought every last drop of cum that she could find.
"You do like to suck cock," Bill had said, smiling down at her when she looked up at him licking her lips.
"Yes, a lot," Ann had replied.
Ann had continued to see Bill after that, regularly, each time allowing him full use of her body, enjoying his attentions. He didn't seem to mind that she had no breasts and he clearly loved her 'nice boy's ass', as he referred to it, as he'd drive his cock in and out of it. Many times Cary would happen to be there and be invited to join in, as well as a dozen or so of Bill's other friends from time to time.
Bill obviously didn't mind, even enjoyed watching her fucking other people, and Ann certainly didn't mind, never having imagined so much attention from so many different guys. She especially loved having three of them at once, one in her mouth, another in her pussy, the third in her ass. She always felt the most alive having sex. Being watched turned her on incredibly.
It had been a couple of months before Bill was due to graduate and they had just fucked with three other guys for hours when Bill looked deep into her eyes after kissing her and asked her to marry him. She hadn't been able to believe it. She had been certain that she'd just be a blip in his life, a sexual adventure during university studies before he got on to his life and she'd have memories to last her a lifetime.
Ann had always had every intention of saying yes, but when Bill made her promise never to change, to always fuck whoever he produced, she couldn't say yes fast enough. She knew that she was totally cock crazy and had actually wondered for a nanosecond whether she'd want to give up all of the fun to be with just one guy, Bill.
The next day, Kevin, one of Bill's unusual friends, unusual in that Bill was the quintessential computer nerd and Kevin was a scholarship athlete, 320 lbs. of solid ebony muscle, came over to visit. Ann always looked forward to Kevin's visits, as he had the biggest cock she had ever seen. She would cum non-stop whenever he fucked her, but she was especially fond of when he'd stand up, holding her like a rag doll while he pumped her up and down on his huge black cock while it was filling her ass.
"Man, I love making a mess of your sweet pussy, Ann," Kevin had said as he climbed off of her, her pussy gaping open, cum running from it down to her rosebud.
"My mother taught me about cleaning up messes, even when other people, visitors make them," Bill had said, shocking Ann when he knelt in front of her spread, cum-filled pussy and dragged his tongue up through her spread pussy lips, then speared it into her, loudly slurping up the cum-cocktail that filled her, not stopping until she was sparkling pink and clean.
Ann had never cum so hard as when Bill ate her pussy full of cum, Kevin's cum, even though he regularly ate her pussy after fucking her and filling her with cum. It was the most erotic, nasty thing that she had ever seen and it excited her like nothing ever had.
They had been married for just over a month, known each other for almost four months, when she arrived home from one of her PhD teaching classes to find Bill with another couple, Dennis, one of his computer nerd buddies that she had fucked many times, and Cloe, a sloe-eyed beauty from Vietnam whose long, straight black hair hung down past her ass.
"I should hate you," Cloe had said in her exotic accent, smiling at Ann to take the sting out of the words.
"Why?" Ann had replied, truly puzzled. "I don't think that we've ever met before."
"We haven't, but I know a bit about you," Cloe had said, laughing. "God, I've thought about this conversation hundreds of times. Dennis loves to tell me how much he likes fucking you, eating your pussy, having you suck his cock, always when he's doing these things with me."
"Oh, my, I can see why you'd be inclined to hate me," Ann had replied, blushing. "It's not personal, I can assure you, we just fuck sometimes."
"Which is why I can't hate you," Cloe had sighed. "You really don't mind your friends fucking your wife?" she had asked, looking at Bill.
"No," Bill had replied simply, smiling. "She likes it and she's hot to watch. It turns me on. You ever watched people fucking?"
"No," Cloe had replied, blushing.
"You want to watch us?" Bill had asked, grinning. "It really turns Ann on to be watched."
"You like being watched?" Cloe had asked, staring at Ann.
"It makes it more exciting," Ann had conceded, "but I've never had another woman watching, only other guys, then they'd fuck me, too."
"Are you going to fuck Dennis, too?" she asked anxiously.
"That's up to Dennis, I guess," Ann had replied. "I don't mind. Two cocks are better than one."
"What do you think?" Dennis had asked, looking at Chloe, his eyes bright.
"I don't know," Cloe had replied slowly, her eyes widening when she saw Bill unzipping his pants and extracting his cock.
Ann had butterflies in her stomach as she slipped to her knees in front of Bill, leaning over to take his cock into her mouth, very aware of Cloe watching her. It was one thing to perform for guys, but another woman, that was different.
Cloe's eyes had been wide as she watched Ann sucking Bill's cock right next to her on the sofa.
"Come on," Dennis had urged her and she turned to look at him, gasping when she saw that he had his cock out and was fisting it, his cock larger than Bill's, she noticed proudly.
Feeling her pussy suddenly flood with juices, Cloe had slipped to her knees in front of Dennis and began sucking his cock, side by side with Ann as she sucked Bill's. She was only mildly surprised, her pussy getting even wetter, when Dennis suggested after a few minutes that they switch cocks.
Ann had felt a fascination as she watched Cloe slide over and tentatively wrap her hand around Bill's cock, then lean over and take it into her mouth. She hadn't known how she'd feel, but her wet pussy made her realize that it turned her on and helped her to understand Bill's strange fascination with watching her fuck other men in front of him.
When Dennis had asked to eat her pussy after a few minutes of having his cock sucked, Ann hadn't hesitated, getting to her feet and stripping naked before sitting on the sofa, her feet up on the edge well apart, smiling at Cloe as she stared wide-eyed as Dennis' tongue slid between her spread pussy lips and into her.
Cloe hadn't reacted, neither helping nor resisting when Bill pulled her t-shirt up over her head to reveal her naked breasts, small A-cups with hard, dark nipples, yet still larger than Ann's hard, dark, thick nipples-for-breasts. Leaning forward, one hand on Dennis' head, holding him tightly against her pussy, Ann had watched as Bill got her onto the sofa and pulled her shorts down, along with her panties, revealing a naked pussy with a small thatch of black hair above it. She could see her delicate, dark pussy lips when Bill parted them with his thumbs before leaning in and sliding his tongue into her. Ann had actually cum when she saw Bill's mouth glued to Cloe's pussy.
Things had rapidly progressed as Ann found herself getting fucked by Dennis while Bill fucked Cloe next to her. Dennis had maneuvered Ann so that she was laying on the sofa, one foot on the ground, the other up over the back of the sofa, her head resting against Cloe's thigh as Dennis continued fucking her.
"Oh, my god!" Cloe had gasped when she felt Bill's cock swell in her pussy, then pulse as he came.
She had been shocked that he hadn't warned her, but that didn't stop her pussy from milking him, trying to squeeze every drop of cum from him that she could. It was hard to say who had been more surprised when Bill pulled his cock from her pussy and leaned over and rubbed it on Ann's lips, which parted as she allowed his gooey, cum-covered pussy into her mouth, tasting Cloe's pussy all over him, something that she realized immediately that she liked, almost as much as the taste of her own pussy on a cock.
Dennis had moaned, his cock exploding in Ann's pussy when he saw Cloe mount Ann's face at Bill's urging, cum drooling from her pussy onto Ann's extended tongue before Ann reached up and grasped Cloe's thighs, pulling her pussy down onto her mouth as she tasted another woman for the first time, her own pussy spasming in orgasm as the taste of Cloe's pussy juices and Bill's cum flowed onto her tongue as she enthusiastically ate a pussy for the first time, totally understanding why Bill was so crazy about eating hers.
Cloe had been gasping, cumming over and over again, her whole body trembling as Ann had feasted on her cum-filled pussy. When she saw Bill replace Dennis' cock with his mouth and tongue after Dennis had finished cumming in Ann's pussy, she had almost passed out, cumming so hard and long before finally collapsing onto the sofa, totally spent as Bill finished eating Ann's pussy, not stopping until she was clean.
After that, Bill had more often invited other couples over and Ann had gotten to the point where she enjoyed being with another woman almost as much as being with another man.
One evening, after she had just finished sucking him off, Bill told her about the program that he had been working on, the same one that had distracted him on their first date. He had figured out how to do what he called a hyper-search, one which also reached into the Dark Web, something that made no sense to her, but seemed to excite him very much. He had explained that with the data analytics algorithm that he had written, that he was able to search far more extensively and completely than any other search currently existing.
He was conflicted between selling his ideas - he said that he'd get billions for them - or keeping it to himself and utilizing it.
"Well, what do you want to do with your life?" Ann had asked, a question that she had also been asking herself lately. "Money's always nice, but won't you make money if you keep it and do it yourself?"
"Probably," Bill had agreed, "and more than I'd ever be able to spend."
"So, what do you want to do with your life?" Ann had asked again.
"Watch you fuck," Bill had replied, grinning. "What do you want with your life?" he had asked, turning it around and forcing her to confront herself.
"Well, as crazy as it sounds, I love economics, understanding how all of the interrelated systems work, how they control the world," Ann had replied. "Teaching, I can influence how the next generation of economists will see the world, maybe be a factor in pushing it in a better direction than it seems to be heading."
"And that's all you want in life, economics?" Bill had asked.
"Well, work-wise," Ann had replied.
"And do you want to work all the time?" Bill had asked.
"God, no," Ann had laughed. "I want you to watch me fucking, then I want you to fuck me."
"That's part of what's been bugging me," Bill had said. "I know I could easily disappear into work for 20 hours a day, and if I'm going to develop my ideas myself, that's what would probably need to happen, at least at first."
"That doesn't sound like any fun," Ann had replied. "Can't you figure a way to do it that includes a lot of fucking, too?" she had asked with a smile.
"Getting rich isn't enough," Bill had said stubbornly. "I want to make a difference."
"What kind of a difference?" Ann had asked.
"Well, it pisses me off to see the way the country seems to be devolving as opposed to evolving," Bill had replied. "We're going in the wrong direction. There's been a general dumbing down and the 1% are taking more and more control of everything as a result because the sheeple are just too stupid to realize it. That's a big part of my reason for not wanting to just sell my ideas. It would only help the wrong people."
"But what could possibly change that?" Ann had asked, truly puzzled. "I see the same thing from the economics sphere. The ultra-rich are taking advantage of the political corruption to take more control of the levers of finance."
"Then we need new politicians, politicians who are first and foremost for what is best for America, not themselves," Bill had replied.
"How is that going to happen with people being so disinterested in politics, other than the fanatics who will never change their minds?" Ann had asked. "How are you going to get rid of the corrupt ones and get altruistic ones to take their places?"
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"Wow, you're the talk of the planet," Bill had said when Ann arrived home from work a few weeks later. "Every news show is talking about you."
"I got lucky," Ann had replied, though inwardly she was glowing with pride.
"You didn't just predict the market correction, you predicted how it would happen and what would cause it," Bill had said. "It was like you were looking into a crystal ball and reading the future. There are a lot of people with egg on their faces and a lot less money in their accounts. They thought that you were too radical in your reasoning."
"The numbers don't lie," Ann had replied. "It was perfectly obvious to me what was going to happen."
"Well, your success is contagious," Bill had said. "I know how to make a difference, along with a lot of money."
"And sex?" Ann had asked, a twinkle in her eyes.
"And sex," Bill had agreed, smiling, loving the total, unabashed horniness of his wife. "But I'm going to have to play dirty to win. It occurs to me that it could be dangerous. I'm going to step on a lot of very important, wealthy toes in the process."
"What are you going to do?" Ann had asked.
"Just what you said," Bill had replied. "I'm going to get rid of the corrupt politicians and replace them with good ones. But it's going to take a bit of money to get started. I need to find one person who has the same vision and the money to back it. And to get that person to agree to invest, I'm going to have to be able to prove that I can do what I tell them."
"Can you do that?" Ann had asked.
"You know who Gary Simons is?" Bill had asked.
"School Board Commissioner, one of the Koke fanatics, a total idiot," Ann had replied. "He's like an injection of stupidity into the school system. He's been forcing out good educators and replacing them with Koke idiots and their flat-world mentality. Test scores have gone down across the board since he's been there."
"Why do you know that?" Bill had asked.
"I've been doing a study on the relationship of educational performance on all levels to economic performance within a community," Ann had explained. "D.C. was easy to do because of its unique situation. It's a pretty radical report and I'm hesitant to publish the results."
"Why?" Bill had asked.
"Because the inevitable end result is a total breakdown of society into a feudal oligocracy," Ann had replied. "I'd be laughed off the planet."
"But is it true?" Bill had asked.
"My studies and the numbers say that it is," Ann had replied.
"Is there anyone in the school system that you think would be good for it?" Bill had asked.
"Shirley Gold," Ann had replied immediately. "Fantastic educator, totally dedicated to teaching people how to think, not what to think. She's the biggest thorn in Simons' butt. He hates her but can't do anything about her because of who she is, her record, her integrity."
"And does he have any integrity?" Bill had asked.
"I don't really know," Ann had replied, "but it's hard to imagine anyone who thinks the way he does to be a person of integrity."
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"I'm going to try," Bill had said a week or so later as Ann arrived home from work.
"You want to tell me what that means before or after I suck your cock?" Ann had asked. "I've been thinking about a mouthful of cum for hours now."
"Good idea," Bill had agreed, sitting down and extracting his cock for her.
"God, I needed that," Ann had finally gasped as she scraped some escaped cum from her chin into her mouth after sucking him off. "You did, too. That was a mouthful."
"I've been pretty wound up," Bill had admitted. "That was great," he had told her, bending over to kiss her, tasting his cum on her mouth and tongue.
"So, what is it that you're going to try?" Ann had asked.
"I'm going to talk to Shirley Gold and see if she's interested in replacing Gary Simons, getting him to totally resign," Bill had replied.
"Can you do that, get him to resign?" Ann had asked.
"I won't be involved other than providing Shirley Gold with all of the information that she'd need to get him to resign," Bill had replied. "I created a Delaware LLC today," he said, sliding a business card across the table to her.
"The Future, LLC, Data Analytics Consultants, Knowledge is Power," Ann had read out. "It's a very serious looking card, but I love the name."
"I'm meeting Shirley Gold tomorrow morning," Bill had informed her.
"What are you going to say to her?" Ann had asked.
"I'm going to tell her what my motivation is, first of all, then I'm going to offer her the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow so that she can force Simons to resign and take his place," Bill had replied.
"And you have that, the pot of gold?" Ann had asked.
In response, Bill had pushed a thick folder across the table to her.
"My god!" Ann had gasped as she quickly perused the contents. "How could he get so many things just hushed up like that?" she had asked. "Twice his wife in the emergency room with black eyes and bruises all over her body, and ER photos! Three times statutory rape investigations suddenly ended and sealed, once concerning his cousin! His grandfather refused to press charges when he stole $1.5 million from him. This is just unbelievable! How could this have never come to light?"
"Dark Web," Bill had replied, shrugging.
"What if she doesn't believe you, thinks it's all a setup by Simons to make her look foolish?" Ann had asked.
In response, Bill had pushed another, thinner folder across the table to her.
"Well, she appears to be everything I had heard about her," Ann had said. "Oh, my!" she had gasped, one hand rising to her mouth as she lifted her head to stare wide-eyed at Bill. "Where on earth did you find this?" she asked, holding up a grainy, black and white photo, unmistakably of Shirley Gold, but younger, naked on a sofa, a man standing next to her, visible only from the waist down in the photo, his erect cock in her mouth, while a dark-haired woman with short hair knelt between her spread thighs, her face obviously in her pussy.
"The dark-haired woman's cell phone," Bill had replied.
"This is what your program can do?" Ann had asked, looking up at him in awe.
"Pretty much," Bill had admitted.
"About anyone?" Ann had asked.
In response, Bill had pushed another thin folder across the table.
"How is this possible?" Ann had asked, blushing.
"It would seem that some of your boyfriends wanted souvenirs," Bill had replied with a smile, having enjoyed seeing the various photos from many different cell phones of Ann with a cock in her mouth, pussy, or ass.
"What about you?" Ann had asked, her eyes widening at his smile as he slid yet another folder over to her. "Nothing?" she had asked, staring at him. "Are you serious? Have you really been that much of a goodie two shoes?"
"Not at all," Bill had replied, "but the only photos ever taken were Polaroids and I have them."
"You do?" Ann had asked. "I've never seen them."
"Would you like to see them?" Bill had asked.
"Well, yeah," Ann had replied. "I mean, you've seen mine."
"Okay," Bill had replied. "That's fair," he had said, smiling at the look on her face when he slid yet another folder across the table to her.
"This one is really hot," Ann had said, holding up a photo of a thick-lipped pussy spread open, cum flowing from her hole, Bill's tongue halfway inside of her, covered with cum. "All the same woman," she had commented, flipping them onto the table, Bill's cock buried in her mouth, his balls resting on her chin, his cock in her pussy, cum oozing from around it, his cock in her ass, then another one of his dripping cock pointing at her gaping ass, cum running down onto her pussy. "She looks older, too. Who is she?" she had asked.
"My mother," Bill had replied, smiling broadly at the gasp and look of shock on Ann's face as she looked at him.
"Your mother! You used to have sex with your mother?" Ann had asked. "Really?"
"She sucked my cock for my 18th birthday present," Bill had explained. "She told me that since I was such a nerd, that she'd teach me all about sex so that when I got lucky enough, that I'd know what to do. She also told me that it would help me study because I wouldn't be distracted by wondering about sex."
"That's what you meant that time you ate my pussy after Kevin had cum in me," Ann had remarked. "You used to fuck your mother!"
"I still do whenever I go home," Bill had replied. "She'd actually have me watch when she'd get some guy to fuck her, pointing out good things and bad things."
"That's why you don't mind other guys fucking me," Ann had said. "You were brought up to think that that's normal."
"Then why did you go along with it?" Bill had asked. "Do you think it's normal?"
"God, no," Ann had laughed. "I just decided one day that since all of the boys ignored me, to always accept any attention I could get. I found out that I liked it, the more sexual the better. Nobody ever took me seriously before you, so I didn't either. I just wanted all of the cock that I could get. That's the only time I really feel like a woman."
"Well, to me, you're all woman, all the time, more so than any woman that I've ever met," Bill had told her, winning her heart for all eternity.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Well, I met with Shirley Gold this morning," Bill had informed Ann when she arrived home the next evening.
"How did she react?" Ann had asked.
"Predictably," Bill had replied. "At first, total amazement, then disbelief, then suspicion. I had to really work to make her hear me about my disgust with the corrupt politicians ruining the country."
"What convinced her?" Ann had asked.
"My research on her," Bill had replied, grinning. "You should have seen her face when she saw that photo. I've never seen anyone turn so white. I explained to her that I did the background check - that's what I call it - on her to make sure that she was the kind of a person that I felt could deal with the situation and also benefit the system in the process. When she asked me what I expected of her, I told her nothing, just do the right thing, and left it at that. Now we'll have to see how well we've judged her."
"She'll do the right thing," Ann had assured him.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Oh, my god, Bill!" Ann had screamed into the phone the next morning on her break between classes. "Did you see the news?"
"Hard to miss," Bill had replied. "Just like that."
"What are you going to do now?" Ann had asked.
"Now, I can go pitch this and see if I can raise the money to really put it into effect," Bill had replied.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Come on, we're going out to dinner," Bill had informed Ann when she arrived home the next day. "I got us reservations at Zaytinya."
"You're not serious!" Ann had gasped in shock. "That place is crazy expensive."
"It's okay, I promise," Bill had told her. "I'll explain once we get there."
The waiter finished pouring a non-vintage Krug and left the table as Bill and Ann lifted their champagne flutes to toast each other.
"I got a meeting with Jorge Zorosh today," Bill had informed her.
"How is that possible?" Ann had asked. "He's one of the richest men in the world."
"I told the final person I could get to tell him that I'd donate $1 million to the charity of his choice if he didn't think the meeting had been worthwhile," Bill had explained. "I told her to tell him that I needed 15 minutes against $1 million to charity. I got my meeting."
"Oh, my god!" Ann had almost screamed, bursting with excitement. "He's one of my heroes. As rich as he is, he's not one of the 1%-ers. He's real. He does so much to help the disadvantaged all over the world."
"And he wants to do more," Bill had explained. "I explained how I felt, then how I felt I could do something to fix the problem instead of just pointing it out and harping about it. When I explained what I had come up with, he was rightfully sceptical, until I showed him the two files, absent the photo of Sheila Gold, and explained what I had done. He had already heard about the sudden resignation and told me that it had pleased him, that he had been aware that Simons was a real problem."
"We talked about technical details - the meeting went over an hour - and I explained and showed him how I was going to be able to mask myself from scrutiny, though anyone I helped would have to be able to explain the large expenditures on their books to The Future, LLC. Since everyone does data analytics, it won't raise any undue attention until it's far too late, then it won't matter," Bill had explained.
"He told me that he'd put me in touch with certain people that could advise me on who the bad apples were, from the local school boards, all the way up to the Judiciary, Congress, and even the White House. When I assured him that there was almost nothing that I couldn't uncover about a person, he had me prove it by doing my process on him, right there in his office on my laptop. I was so nervous, then I got nothing back, really, just what everyone knows about him and then a list of unproved allegations and innuendos."
"He asked me how much I thought I needed to get started and I told him $5 million," Bill had explained to Ann's gasping shock.
"$5 million! Are you crazy?" Ann had asked.
"He told me that he'd give me $10 million in seed money through one of his corporations and that I should get back to him if I needed more," Bill had explained with a smile.
"$10 million!" Ann had gasped. "Oh, my god! That is so much money!"
"He asked me what my immediate needs were and I told him that we needed a prime condominium at some famous address that had secure underground parking and access to the building. I stressed that security was going to be paramount. When he asked me where we currently lived, I told him that the condo wasn't for me, us, but that it was for facilitating exploitable situations. He didn't need or want to hear any more than that," Bill had explained.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"It seems that Shirley Gold is already making waves," Ann had commented about a week later as they ate dinner.
"Yeah, I saw that interview where she absolutely trashed the teaching methodology that Gary Simons had imposed upon the district during his tenure," Bill had replied. "I don't know enough about it to have an informed opinion, but she made a great case."
"Well, as a teacher, I agree with her," Ann had replied. "This whole new-age thing of relying on the natural curiosity of the student to self-learn is simply nonsense. My personal experience is that even at the university level, very few of the students are sufficiently self-motivated to actually learn by discovery. Go back as far in human history as you like and you will find that people learned by repetition and rote. That's how our brains are wired. I'm not saying that we shouldn't encourage and foster non-rote learning, but on the most basic level, certainly into and through high school, students need to be taught how to think as much as anything else. By requiring the rote learning necessary for things like multiplication tables or lists of prepositions, that process lays down mental pathways of retention, literally teaching the brain how to remember, which is the key to learning. When you add independent curiosity to the equation, either natural or taught, retention and interest are better and the results improve."
"This whole new-age nonsense relies upon students all being imbued with some natural ability to want to learn," Ann had continued. "Well, that's just not consistent with reality. Most people are well into their 20s before they discipline their minds enough to actually be able to focus on things that aren't necessarily of primary interest to them, yet they need to learn or know for whatever reason. I like what Sheila said about the entire teaching paradigm needing to be changed, to focus not on just spoon-feeding information to the students, which the current charter school idiots are using as a subtle way of brainwashing students with their right-wing ideology, but also teaching them how to learn, which is totally absent in the current methodology and seems to be antithetical to their designs. They seem to want a less-intelligent populace that doesn't question, just accepts whatever they're given. It's no coincidence that the charter school movement is mostly supported by right-wing ideologues who will do anything to maintain and/or increase their control of society and therefore, their wealth."
"Can Sheila change things?" Bill had asked.
"If the 13-member council that controls the purse strings of the DCPS, the District of Columbia Public Schools, allowed her to, she might," Ann had replied. "She'd get a lot of resistance and blowback because almost a quarter of all teachers these days, even approaching 75% at charter schools, are staffed by graduates of academies that are controlled by the charter school adherents. There's even a Public Charter School Board, the PCSB, which was created in 1996. They'd fight tooth and nail, as the current system is their raison d'être. At least they've been somewhat stifled since 2007, when the mayor took direct control of the whole charter school debacle. Those teachers would either be unwilling or unable to change their teaching methods, therefore necessitating replacement. That would be expensive and difficult, as so many potential teachers are being turned off by the current environment and are electing to do something else."
"That sort of coincides with something that's been in my head," Bill had said. "Even if I managed to get rid of most of the dead weight in politics, what's to prevent it all from happening again once the 1%-ers catch on and start throwing even more money at maintaining their supremacy. Idealism is a two-edged sword. It seems to me that we need to be starting at the very beginning, elementary and secondary schools, teaching students to see and think differently so that they can grow up and effect the change. At best, I can delay the rot, but it's going to take a generation or two to grow up with a different mind set to really get things back on track. It's an almost thankless pain in the ass."
"Speaking of which," Ann had said with a smile, "how about giving me a nice pain in the ass with your cock? It'll make us both feel better."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I met with Shirley Gold this afternoon," Bill had informed Ann as she gulped down his cum as he came in her mouth a few days later.
"Do I need to worry about anything?" Ann had asked, smiling impishly at him, licking the slit of his cock, then her lips as she swallowed, trying to clear her mouth of his cum. "Is that why you stuck your cock in my mouth as soon as I got home?"
"Would you like to fuck her?" Bill had asked with a laugh.
"I've never even met her," Ann had replied, "but why not? You think that she'd be into it?"
"She was at least once, even if it was a long time ago. I'm sure that I could convince her," Bill had replied. "She's 47, married with 3 kids, all in college, 5'7" and 152 lbs., honey-gold hair that she has touched up every month at Frank's," he had recited from memory.
"Why did you meet her?" Ann had asked, smiling at him and shaking her head in amazement at the way in which he was able to retain information, an almost eidetic memory.
"Well, after we talked, I was curious about the situation, so I called her and she agreed to meet me," Bill had explained. "She told me that 4 of the 13 council members are hard-core obstacles. She has no doubts that they're on the payroll of someone with an interest in the charter school movement, but she can't prove it. But even with them gone and more reasonable people replacing them, she explained that they have some 4200 teachers in 115 schools, average salary around $63,000. She estimates that 1500 of those teachers would be a problem if they were going to try to change the entire system and methodology of teaching, all being graduates of various charter school academies."
"She assured me that 80% of the parents would be behind the change, as they're tired of their kids growing up with only the prospect of low-wage manual labor type jobs, drugs, jail, or death awaiting them, especially if they're non-white, which is just over 60% of the population. She suggested that buying out the contracts of those 1500 teachers would cost upwards of $200 million and that if we wanted to attract the best teachers, that we'd need to raise the average salary to closer to $70,000, which would raise the annual budget by almost $30 million. The budget available to them just won't afford it."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"My god, this is absolutely gorgeous!" Ann had gasped as Bill gave her a tour of the 4-bedroom, 4-bathroom, 4400-sq.ft. penthouse condominium at 3150 South Street NW the following weekend. "What a view!" she had sighed, standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room overlooking the Potomac River flowing by, the Lincoln Memorial and the National Mall just out of view to the left, hidden in the trees. "He gave it to you?"
"It's registered to The Future, LLC," Bill had replied. "I assured him that it was an investment that would pay for itself many times over."
"How much is it?" Ann had asked, turning to face him, leaning back against the windows, the river vista behind her.
"$7 million," Bill had replied, smiling at her expression of surprise. "How do you want to dedicate it?" he had asked, leering at her.
"Eat my pussy," Ann had replied, letting her simple sundress drop to the floor, leaving her naked. "Let the whole world watch," she had added, lifting one leg and opening herself to him as he sank to his knees in front of her, sliding his tongue into her juicy pussy.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"My god, Bill, did you hear?" Ann had asked as she came in the door a week later, her face animated with excitement.
"Hear?" Bill had asked.
"About Jorge Zorosh," she had replied, "he...is this your doing?"
"Well, we had a bit of a chat," Bill had admitted.
"Bill, what have you done?" Ann had asked, wrapping herself around him and kissing him, reaching down with one hand to grope his cock and balls. "He just created a fund, Better Learning, and put $10 billion behind it. He's promising to match, dollar for dollar, any school district in the country that wants to return to more traditional teaching methodology. He endowed both Brandeis and Stanford with $1 billion each for a Better Learning educational program."
"He's an incredible man who really cares," Bill had replied. "As he explained it to me, this might cost him his year's profits and the upside is huge."
"You must be very eloquent if he did all of this just based upon what you learned from Shirley Gold," Ann had said, looking at him suspiciously.
"When I returned from a toilet break, I noticed that my portfolio had been moved," Bill had said slowly. "I had the research reports on the council of 13 in it."
"Bill!" Ann had gasped, then laughed, slapping his chest playfully. "And what did they happen to say?" she asked as she sank to her knees, extracting his cock and running her tongue all over the head.
"That 6, not 4, of the council members are each receiving $25,000 a month, on the same day, at almost the same time, from the same source, one of the Koke's front organizations, Freedom in Education," Bill had explained as his cock disappeared into Ann's mouth, "and have been for years. A couple of days ago, I received a list of names of people that 'might be worthy of consideration as replacements', was how the letter put it. I plan on making sure that Shirley Gold gets everything," clutching Ann's hair in his fist as he groaned, the excitement of everything overwhelming him enough so that his balls exploded, cum spraying into Ann's eagerly sucking mouth.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Mr. Szucks, you are a most remarkable man," Shirley Gold had said when she looked up from quickly perusing the folder that Bill had slid across the table in the out-of-the-way diner where she had agreed to meet him, an establishment that he knew had no CCTV coverage within 200m. "Suddenly, out of nowhere, you have appeared, like god pissing golden rain all over me, offering me everything I could ever hope for. Why? And why me? And then there's this Better Learning initiative, an educator's dream. You seem to be the common nexus of everything somehow."
"An opinion that I hope that you'll keep to yourself," Bill had replied, smiling. "The why is because I care. I'm pissed off and fed up with being used by corrupt people, however distantly, however vicariously. You, because you're the right person with the right ideas, energy, and heart to see them through."
"Where on earth did you ever get that idea?" Shirley had asked him.
"From my wife," Bill had explained, then gave Shirley a quick background on Ann so that she'd understand.
"Well, I must say that I'm flattered," Shirley had said, smiling. "There must be a price for this," she had said, indicating the folder with a finger by tapping on it.
"No, just the hope that you'll use it well and wisely," Bill had replied. "If any of the names on the list that I've provided are people that you'd not hesitate to recommend, I'd appreciate it if you could give them special consideration in your process. I assure you that none of them know of the existence of this list, much less the fact that their name is on it. Truth be told, I've used you, and now Washington, D.C., to prove the validity of my product, my data analytics and the ability to gather the information necessary to make it more accurate than anyone else's."
"Yes, you do have an uncanny ability to unearth information," Shirley had said, blushing slightly as she shook her head.
"Uh, speaking of which," Bill had said hesitantly, "I do have one request, a personal one, if I may."
"Of course," Shirley had replied, smiling. "I owe you beyond my ability to express it in words."
"I'd like you to recreate that photograph with me and my wife," Bill had said.
"You're not serious!" Shirley had exclaimed, then burst out laughing. "I'm 20 years older than you, married with grown children, at least 20 pounds heavier than the time of a very youthful indiscretion. What could you possibly desire from me?"
"To recreate that photo," Bill had replied, smiling. "You enjoyed it then?"
"Of course I did," Shirley had replied, sighing. "It was right before I met my now husband. I made a choice. I have no regrets. Does your wife know that you're asking me this?" she asked after a prolonged silence.
"Yes," Bill had replied, nodding.
"And what does she think of this idea?" Shirley had asked.
"She loves the idea," Bill had replied. "She's a big fan of yours. Getting to meet you would please her; getting to eat your pussy would please her even more."
"And you?" Shirley had asked, blushing at his frank language.
"I like to have my cake and eat it, too," Bill had replied, laughing.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Hello, Shirley Gold. I'm Ann Szucks," Ann had said when the door to the elevator at the condo opened on the penthouse level. "Welcome," she had added, offering her hand which Shirley hesitantly, then firmly took.
"Hi, Ann," Shirley had said. "Thank you for having me. I'm a bit nervous, I admit. This is most unusual, irregular."
"We look forward to having you," Ann had said, laughing gaily as she led Shirley into the condo by the hand. "And I'll take care of that nervousness for you."
"Hello, Shirley," Bill had greeted her, handing her a glass of champagne. "You prefer Lanson Noble Cuvée Blancs De Blanc, I believe," he had said.
"How did you...thank you," she had said, accepting the glass, then clinking rims with Bill and Ann and taking a deep draught. "Delicious. I'm afraid that I needed that."
"She's nervous," Ann had informed him as she led Shirley into the condo to the sofa facing the windows overlooking the Potomac, now invisible in the dark, the glow of inner Washington, D.C. to the left.
"I haven't...I haven't done anything like this in a long, long time," she said as she sat down, her eyes widening when Ann knelt in front of her.
"Let me eat your pussy, get all of the awkwardness and nervousness out of the way," Ann had suggested, smiling up at her. "Then we can talk, get to know each other, and then really fuck our brains out."
"B-b-but..." Shirley had stammered as Ann gently spread her knees apart, sliding her hands up the outside of her legs to her ass, encouraging her with pressure to slide forward until her ass was right on the edge of the sofa.
"No panties!" Ann had exclaimed when she pushed Shirley's skirt up to her waist and exposed her.
"A fetish of my husband's," Shirley had gasped as Ann pushed her legs up towards her chest, really exposing her. "I don't own any. Oh, god," she gasped as she watched Ann's long tongue slide up between her fat pussy lips, tasting her, teasing her clit, then sliding down and into her, tasting her spicy juices before sucking her big, thick pussy lips into her mouth and gently sucking and chewing on them.
"Oh, I love your pussy lips," Ann had said, looking up at her and flicking her tongue at Shirley's clit. "You taste good," she had said, lowering her face to Shirley's pussy once again.
Shirley was gasping, her body twitching as Ann's tongue would set her off, grabbing her own legs and holding them tightly against her chest, freeing Ann's hands which immediately found their way to her pussy, spreading her pussy lips wide open for her questing tongue as she drank her up.
Shirley's eyes had widened when she saw Bill dropping his pants, his mostly hard cock sticking out in front of him. Moaning as her body trembled in orgasm, she had turned her head to the side and taken Bill's cock into her mouth when he climbed up on the sofa and pointed it at her face.
"Trade?" Ann had offered after a few minutes, looking up to see Bill's cock throbbing in Shirley's throat, his balls resting on her chin.
"Definitely," Bill had replied, gently withdrawing his cock from Shirley's mouth. "My cock loves your mouth," he had said when he leaned over and kissed Shirley, their tongues duelling.
Shirley had held her breath as she watched Bill kneel in front of her, his eyes on hers as he slowly dragged his tongue up between her big, thick pussy lips, his lips fastening on her clit and sucking while at the same time teasing with the tip of his tongue, triggering yet another orgasm. Just as Bill was sliding his tongue into her, Ann climbed up onto the sofa and planted her pussy on Shirley's mouth.
"Oh, my, I haven't had that much fun in more than 20 years," Shirley had gasped when Ann finally sat back on her heels, licking her lips after feasting on Shirley's cum-filled pussy, Shirley turning to give Bill's cock one last suck.
"Now you're not nervous and we can talk," Ann had said as Bill refilled their glasses with champagne.
It was 3:00am before Shirley finally pulled her clothes on to leave, her mouth, pussy, and ass all tingling.
"I do hope that you'll come to visit again," Ann had said as they walked Shirley to the elevator, not having bothered to dress.
"I just might do that," Shirley had replied. "It was a wonderful evening in every possible way. I'm very glad that you invited me."
"Your life is going to be crazy, I think," Ann had said.
"I'm going to need an evening like this from time to time," Shirley had replied, smiling wanly.
"We will look forward to it," Bill had said, an arm around Ann's shoulders, his cock dangling before him.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Things seemed to snowball from there. The council members were offered the opportunity to resign or face criminal charges and people more amenable to real education were installed, the council quickly voting to take the appropriate steps, Better Learning quickly offering half the funds they were projected to be needed, which in turn caused others to also donate funds, making everything possible.
Sheila also spoke to friends in similar positions, cautiously offering help, suggesting that they get in touch with The Future, LLC. In just 6 months, more than two dozen school boards across the country underwent radical transformations due to resignations, Better Learning quickly stepping forward when they voted for the proper procedures.
This did not go unnoticed. Susan Doves, the Secretary of Education and sister to the CEO of the world's largest mercenary business in the world outside of Russia, was a staunch Charter School supporter, liberally tapping her husband's family fortune to help push her warped agenda of dumbing down America via her position in the President's cabinet. Arrogant and willfully defiant of court decisions and orders, flouting subpoenas to produce and appear, the sudden loss of charter school power in so many cities almost simultaneously made her angry.
In Texas alone, a bastion of Republican power, 6 members of the House of Representatives, all Republicans, suddenly resigned for various lame reasons. The same happened in New York where 4 House members suddenly resigned. Not coincidentally, they were all major supporters of the charter school movement.
Bill and Ann were watching the news, a rare event for them, Ann having managed to leave the White House at 7:00 for a change. The camera was showing Susan Doves fulminating on the steps of the Supreme Court where the justices had just refused to hear a case involving a lower federal court having imposed charges of contempt on the Secretary for 'willfully ignoring the lawful orders of this court'. Not only had they refused to take the case, they went so far as to insist that the orders of the lower court be enforced immediately.
The camera had just panned away from Secretary Doves to the reporter explaining what had happened, when in the background a courier could be seen handing the Secretary an envelope. Secretary Doves opened the envelope and extracted a single sheet of paper. Her face could be seen hardening as she turned the paper over, then whiten. What happened next earned a Pulitzer for the camera team that happened to catch what happened.
The Secretary dropped the piece of paper and clutched at her chest, her face going white, and staggered a couple of steps before falling to the ground, landing on her face on the marble steps. The cameraman had the presence of mind to rush over to get footage where blood could be seen seeping from beneath the Secretary's face. The camera then panned to the piece of paper that she had dropped, now pressing against the Secretary's hair where the vagaries of the gentle breeze had blown it. Focussing, then zooming in, it was clearly a photo of the Secretary, on her knees looking up, naked, a large black man behind her, half of his cock visible, the rest sticking somewhere into her, while in front of her stood her brother, clearly recognizable, naked, his arms crossed on his chest as he looked down at her, his cock in her mouth, cum running down her chin.
Ann could not believe the atmosphere in the White House when she went to work the next day. It was eerily quiet, everyone whispering if they were even talking at all, everyone keeping their eyes on the ground in front of them, not meeting anyone else's eyes. Sitting down behind her desk in her office, Ann tried to focus on the report that she had been preparing, but the evening's events continued to crowd into her thoughts, having already kept her up all night, though Bill's cock had had a lot to do with that, she remembered, smiling.
The news had continued to come, revealing that the other side of the piece of paper had a single word printed on it: RESIGN. Try as they did, nobody was able to prevent the video footage from permeating the internet, flooding social media. The White House, indeed, the entire Republican party, was silent. The Doves family had been major sources of funds for years, to the tune of tens of millions of dollars a year going to the most conservative candidates, the ones who still ranted and railed against same-sex relationships, interracial relationships, or the right for a woman to choose what to do with her body. This was like a nuclear bomb going off in their living room.
"The President is very saddened by the loss of Secretary Doves," the White House Press Secretary, Stephan Groffs, said in the White House Press Briefing Room to a room full of reporters. "She did a great job, advancing American educational standards more than any other president has ever been able to do. He offers his condolences to her grieving family and asks for everyone to respect their privacy," Ann watched and heard on the TV in her office.
"I wouldn't let anyone hear you laughing around here today, especially not just after that," Simone Geils, her secretary cum aide said as she entered the office, glancing back over her shoulder. "Everyone is totally freaking out."
"I can imagine," Ann replied.
"Did you know her?" Simone asked.
"Never met her," Ann replied.
"Well, she was obviously a lot cooler than people gave her credit for," Simone said, winking at Ann.
"Cooler as opposed to depraved?" Ann asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Depraved can be cool," Simone replied defensively.
"Dr. Szucks' office," Simone said into the phone when she answered it as it rang. "I'll tell her," she said, hanging up. "The President wants to see you."
"Why?" Ann asked.
"They didn't say," Simone replied. "Good luck."
"Yeah," Ann said, getting to her feet and grabbing her briefcase in case she was asked for something that she was working on.
After going through the usual overdone security, Ann was admitted into the Oval Office where the President sat behind his desk glowering, his arms crossed over his chest in his classic, pouting pose.
"It's a fake, that's what it is, like the news, fake, fake, fake," he exploded as she came into the room and stopped in front of his desk. "Isn't it?"
"I don't know what to think, Mr. President," Ann replied. "I've only heard and seen some bits and pieces."
"I'm telling you that it's all a fake," the President insisted. "I knew her, for years. I would have known if she was like that. I have a nose for those things. I know people. I'm telling you that it was a fake and it caused her to have a heart attack, the poor woman. She was doing a great job."
"Can you imagine a society, married, extremely religious woman actually behaving like that, sex with her brother, and with a nigg...black?" the President asked.
"I suppose anything is possible, Mr. President," Ann replied.
"You think so, do you?" the President bellowed at her, glaring. "Would you do anything like that? You're married, prestigious job, economic brainiac; would you do anything like that?"
"Mr. President, you sent for me," Ann reminded him, avoiding the question. "How may I help you?"
"I need...I want..." the President began, searching for a reason.
"Daddy!" Eve Pocksy cried out as she entered the Oval Office, anguish etched onto her small-featured face, her skin too tight from all of the plastic surgery procedures at such a young age, her surgically enhanced breasts not bobbing a millimeter as she flounced into the room, licking her lipstick-stained teeth as she leaned over to hug her father, one hand on his head holding him against her breast as one of his hands slid up the back of her leg all the way to her ass, gently squeezing and kneading it as she assured him before standing up and seeming to notice Ann.
"Who are you?" Eve asked, peremptorily, looking down her surgically chiselled nose at her, disdain pouring from every pore of her body as she looked at her with obvious contempt.
"My name is Dr. Ann Szucks, the President's Economic Advisor," Ann replied formally, ignoring the stupid little twit. Her, I wouldn't fuck, she decided, fighting not to smile at the thought.
"Jerry and I have $250 million too much money this year," she said obliviously, referring to her empty suit of a husband, whose family had made their money as property grifters. "What should we do with it. We don't want to pay any taxes."
"Oh, that's easy," Ann replied, smiling. "To totally avoid taxes on that money, you can donate it to charity and you won't have to pay the taxes on it."
"You're not serious?" Eve said, staring at her.
"I assure you, there would be no taxes to pay," Ann replied seriously.
"And there would be no money, either," Eve snapped. "Why did you give someone so stupid this job?" she asked her father.
"Now, now, Ann's smart, the smartest," the President responded. "I only hire the best, the smartest. They all want to work for me so that they can learn how to be even better, smarter. There's never been a president like me, gets so much done. We'll talk again later," he said, dismissing Ann.
Out of the corner of her eye as she walked to the door and exited, Ann saw the President's hand slide up the back of his daughter's leg again as she stood there with her hand on his shoulder.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Do you think that he really thinks that anyone is going to buy that?" Bill asked as they watched the news that evening as a reporter explained that the White House questioned the veracity of the photo, suggesting that it had been created and used ultimately as a weapon to murder the Secretary of Education.
Everyone, all media companies, requested access to the photo for testing, but the White House demurred, saying that the FBI was conducting their own tests and that the results would be announced at the proper time.
"Does it bother you?" Ann asked that night as she rode him, her pussy massaging his cock as she slid her hips back and forth on top of him.
"Never," Bill replied. "Ever. Your pussy is always magic to me."
"Not that," Ann laughed, bending over to kiss him. "Doves."
"I wish I could say that it does, but it doesn't," Bill replied, reaching up to pinch and squeeze her hard, dark nipples. "You forget, I've got the rest of her report. On so many different levels, she was scum with a sense of superiority and entitlement all because she was a winner of the lucky gene club and an extremely providential marriage. The whole world's better off without her and people like her."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"After a thorough investigation, the FBI has determined that the photo used in the murder of Secretary of Education Doves was a manufactured fiction, not real. A fake. This entire incident is now being treated as a murder and the appropriate steps are being taken to apprehend any and all participants in this insidious crime and the slander of a good servant of the American people," Stephan Groffs, White House Spokesman, said in the White House Press Briefing Room.
"Mr. President!" Stephan gasped when the President suddenly appeared from behind him. "Sir," he said, bowing and stepping back from the podium, relinquishing it to him.
"Susan Doves was a friend of mine. I knew her for a long time. Many years. Many years. She was my friend. She has been horribly treated and killed, dying in shame for something that she did not do and would never do. I know. She was my friend. For a long time. I'd know if she was a sick, twisted person like that created in that terrible fake photo. Fake photo. Sick. I'd know. I know people. Together we were doing great things, were going to do more great things, more than any president has ever done. Thank you," he said, turning and leaving the room without taking any questions.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"My god, you are absolutely crazy," Ann said, laughing when she got home. "The whole country is ready to check into a mental institution."
All day the news organizations and social media were full of a trove of documents about Susan Doves, bank and financial statements showing the intricate web of illicit support for politicians, and hundreds of photos and dozens of videos of Susan Doves enjoying the most extreme of sexual pleasures with any number of people of varying races, ages, and sexes.
"Is there any way for them to trace anything back to you?" she asked.
"Not a chance," Bill replied. "They'd need quantum computers to figure it out and they haven't built them yet. They don't even know where to look, it's hitting them from so many different sides at once. They don't have the manpower or the expertise to do shit."
"You're far more devious than that distracted young man I met forever ago," Ann said, leaning over to kiss him.
"And I'm just getting started," Bill said, reaching for her.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"You sent for me, Mr. President?" Ann asked the next morning as she stood in front of his desk.
"What is going on?" the President asked, getting to his feet and pacing. "Why is all of this happening?"
"Mr. President, what part of the economy are you referring to?" Ann asked.
"Fuck the economy!" the President snarled, turning towards her, his face screwed up in an ugly rage. "Judges are quitting! I appointed them. Lifetime appointments. And they're quitting!"
"I really have no idea, Mr. President," Ann replied, marvelling at Bill once again. 26 judges of all levels that the President had appointed to lifetime appointments on the bench had suddenly quit en masse the previous evening. They gave no reason, just resigned.
"I mean, look at this!" the President said, indicating his desk.
"What, Mr. President?" Ann asked.
"Come here, look at this," the President said.
Almost holding her breath, Ann moved around the desk to stand next to the president, seeing the top of his desk for the first time. It was covered with prints of the photos of Susan Doves in various sexual situations.
"What do you think of this?" the President asked, indicating his desktop.
"She seems to have been very sexually oriented," Ann ventured.
"She was a fucking skanky slut!" the President shouted. "I mean, look at this," he said, pointing to a photo of Susan Doves with a huge black cock in her mouth, cum running down her chin. "I wish I had known," he said wistfully, rubbing his crotch.
"I'm surprised that none of this surfaced in the background check process," Ann said, feeling her pussy get wet as she looked at the various photos.
"She was a big donor, lots of money, important family and connections," the President explained, flipping through the photos and stopping on one where Susan Doves was looking back over her shoulder, her face covered with cum, a thick cock sticking in her ass. "Besides, Eve liked her, really pushed me to hire her. Now I know why," he said, looking through the photos and finally producing one which he stared at, Susan Doves naked on her hands and knees in front of a naked, seated Eve Pocksy, her legs draped over the arms of her chair, Susan Doves' face in her pussy. In the same photo was an inset, a close-up of Susan Doves' tongue in Eve's pussy, pressing just below her tiny button of a clit.
"Would you just look at that!" the President said exasperatedly, running a finger over his daughter's pussy. "She does have a sexy pussy, though, tiny delicate lips, tiny clit, but it's sensitive, very sensitive. The most sensitive. It doesn't look like she's had any children. Still very tight, very tight," he sighed.
"Oh, Daddy!" Eve Pocksy cried as she entered the Oval Office, concern etched on her heavily made-up face. "This is just terrible," she said as she approached the desk, leaning over to kiss her father on the forehead, her eyes widening when she noticed the top of his desk, the photo of her on top. "That's obviously a fake photo," she insisted, her face coloring. "Who could have known that she was like that?" she asked lamely.
"Beautiful pussy," the President sighed, his finger still tracing it on the photo.
"Why is she here?" Eve asked, as if finally noticing Ann standing on the other side of her father.
"She's okay," the President replied, his other hand sliding up the back of his daughter's leg, Eve showing no signs of even noticing. "I trust Ann, implicitly, totally. She's like family. Isn't that right?" he asked, looking up at Ann.
"Yes, thank you, Mr. President," Ann replied, trying not to stare at Eve adjusting her stance as her father's hand remained up beneath her skirt.
"I can't believe what a stink they're making about this," the President said, searching through the stack of photos and extracting another one, laying it next to the one of Eve getting her pussy eaten, a photo of Susan Doves and her brother smiling into the camera, her mouth filled with his cock.
"The press just knows no limits," Eve huffed. "It's shameful."
"How would you feel if the press suddenly splashed a photo of you sucking your brother's cock all over the place?" the President asked, looking up at Ann.
"I don't have a brother, Mr. President," Ann replied, very conscious of the slickness of her thighs as her pussy continued to leak, hoping that neither he nor Eve could smell her rising excitement.
"They've got a lot of nerve," Eve declared, shaking her head.
"Mr. President, perhaps I should go so that you can deal with..." Ann started to say.
"Yes, yes, of course," the President said distractedly. "We'll talk later."
Ann was in shock as she started to leave, seeing Eve shudder, the hand not on her father's shoulder reaching for the desk as she braced herself, her father's hand still clearly up beneath her skirt.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"God, I almost came right then and there," Ann gasped, holding Bill's head tightly against her pussy as he slurped at her juicy quim that evening. "He was rubbing himself and his hand was way up beneath Eve's skirt."
"Nothing about him would surprise me," Bill said, looking up from her pussy to smile at her.
"Are you going to go after him now?" Ann asked as Bill rose up, pushing her legs up against her chest as he slid his cock into her.
"No," Bill replied as he pumped his cock in and out of her hot, wet pussy. "Too easy. I want to destroy his support first, isolate him, then when the public is ready to believe anything, then I'll go after him. Until now, I've only gone after the low-hanging fruit," Bill said, pulling his cock from her pussy and pulling her forward, feeding his glistening, gooey cock into her mouth, sliding it over her tongue, sighing when he felt her lips close on the shaft as she sucked with her whole mouth, tasting herself all over him just as he exploded, cum gushing into her mouth. "Now the hard work starts," he gasped as he watched his wife finish sucking him off.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Ms. Gaily, please come in," Bill said when he answered the door at the condo and saw the spare woman standing there, short red hair, green eyes, freckled, upturned nose, 5'5" and perhaps 130 pounds.
"This is all very unusual, Mr. Szucks," Claire Gaily said as she sat on the sofa, Bill taking a chair to the side.
"Nobody knows that any better than me, Ms. Gaily," Bill replied. "I'm happy that you agreed to meet me."
"Well, how could I not?" Claire replied. "Your note was fairly simple, but effective. Can you do what you imply, get rid of Senator Lamm?"
"Yes," Bill replied simply. "The question is, would you be interested in replacing him? You've been the most outspoken person in your state to denounce him, pointing out his constant inconsistencies and flip-flops. He actually has two people working full time to try and discredit you."
"Let him try," Claire said, steel in her eyes. "He can search all he likes, he'll only come up empty."
"Yes, well, are you ready to step fully into the spotlight, take the heat that will inevitably result from taking him down?" Bill asked.
"Yes, definitely," Claire replied. "I've dreamed of nothing else for years now. He's become more and more absurd, supporting and excusing the most egregious behavior on the part of the President. He's made a fool of himself and our state is fast becoming a laughing stock for continuing to support him, allowing him the platform of the Senate to advance his absurd stupidity."
"It won't be cheap," Bill said firmly.
"If you can help me bring him down, it will be worth whatever it costs," Claire said. "But I can't imagine how I would be his replacement. The Governor is one of his best friends. He'll appoint someone cut from the same cloth if he resigns."
"Let me show you something, then we'll talk harsh reality," Bill said, extracting an 8x10 photo from the folder in front of him and laying it on the coffee table in front of Claire Gaily.
"Oh, Jesus!" Claire gasped when she saw the photo, her hand trembling as she picked it up and stared at it.
"Do you recognize her?" Bill asked.
"Yes, Tamika Jones, the Governor's token black on his personal staff," Claire replied, breathing heavily.
"Something to drink, some green tea, perhaps some wine?" Bill asked as Claire stared at the photo of the Governor standing next to his seated aide whose mouth and eyes were wide open as she looked down at Senator Lamm's cock in her pussy, her hand wrapped around the Governor's cock, her mouth and chin covered in cum.
"I think a whiskey, if you have it," Claire replied, still breathing heavily as she stared at the photo.
"Why not bring the Governor down, too?" she asked after gulping half of her drink down.
"Not yet," Bill replied. "I think he's so weak, so without any substance, that we can use him. First of all, he'll appoint you to replace the soon-to-be former Senator. Then we'll press him to support positive change and remove certain obstacles to progress. He's going to have the biggest change of heart and attitude ever seen in the conservative South."
"Okay, I can see how that could make sense in a twisted sort of way," Claire said, nodding. "His sycophantic supporters will do anything he asks of them, even believing white is black."
"Exactly," Bill replied. "We're going to use him to promote and change not only policies, but also the basic thinking of his supporters. Since he stands for nothing but himself, it will be easy. He's a weak, venal piece of shit who is only worried about himself. He's the kind of person who would kill themselves if something like this were ever made public."
"You mean like Susan Doves?" Claire asked perceptively.
"I read that she had a heart attack," Bill replied ingenuously.
"Yes, she did, didn't she," Claire said, looking at him long and hard. "What is this going to cost me?" she asked.
"$1 million," Bill replied, "and it's not just this, it's my entire research results on Senator Lamm. There's much more, though this is the most shocking in light of his lifelong denigration of blacks and his blatant racism. Like you, I want him gone, but I also want him humiliated, so destroyed that he'll be ashamed to ever show his face in public again."
"And how would you suggest I go about doing that?" Claire asked. "If we want to keep the Governor, I can't use this photo publicly."
"That photo will be used privately, to ensure the Governor's cooperation," Bill replied. "The Senator will not be made aware of it for the time being, though the Governor will be. There's plenty here," he said, tapping his folder, "to more than guarantee the Senator's ruin and resignation. Even without the photo, the Governor would have no choice but to react."
"$1 million?" Claire asked.
"Yes, and you cannot reveal the source of or how you came by the information that you're going to use," Bill said.
"In principle, I agree," Claire said. "Can you give me an idea of what the information you have is?"
"Sure," Bill said, extracting a typewritten sheet of paper from his folder and handing it to her. "I have ironclad supporting documentation for everything there in this folder."
"My god! How could you possibly have or get such information?" Claire gasped as she quickly read the sheet of paper that he had handed her.
"Of course, I won't answer that question," Bill replied, smiling. "Suffice it to say that I do."
"And when I am exposed as the source of all of this, the obvious reaction is going to be to demand to know how I came by such information," Claire observed.
"That is something that you will under no circumstances reveal," Bill said. "Quite frankly, the consequences of you breaking confidentiality with us would be nothing short of catastrophic for you and your career, to be blunt."
"You're threatening me?!" Claire asked, astonished.
"Not at all, just pointing out that our ability to produce this kind of research product is not limited," Bill replied.
"There's nothing in my life, my background, that could hurt me," Claire said.
Without saying anything, Bill opened a laptop and typed on the keyboard, then turned it to face her, her face immediately draining of color as she watched a video of herself and her husband with their best friends, all of them naked having sex together.
"Harvey and Joan Blessing, I believe," Bill said as Claire stared at the video in shock, looking up at him with tears in her eyes when it finally ended, the final frame on the screen of her with her tongue in Joan's cum-filled pussy, cum that her husband had put there.
"How could you?" she barely was able to say, the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Please understand that I am not threatening you, only pointing out that you, too, are vulnerable," Bill explained.
"May I have another, please?" Claire asked, holding her empty drink glass up.
"Of course," Bill replied, taking it from her and quickly producing a refill which she quaffed half of immediately. "I want us to be partners in this," he explained as she sat back in shock, staring at the frozen frame on the computer.
"How can we possibly be partners when you have this to hold over me?" Claire asked.
"I will give you equal leverage over me," Bill replied, smiling at the surprised look on her face.
"B-but how?" Claire asked.
"Once Senator Lamm has resigned and you have been appointed to replace him, at your convenience you will join me here for an evening like that," Bill explained, indicating the laptop. "Just you, not your husband. It will be recorded and you will be given a copy of the recording to take with you. We would then have a M.A.D. situation. This is my way of showing you that I trust you and have faith in you."
"I feel like Alice in Wonderland, only the cake was spiked with bad LSD," Claire said, sighing and wiping the tears from her eyes.
"I think that the cake is spiked with good LSD," Bill said, his eyes sparkling. "I'm not asking for anything that you don't already enjoy doing and I'm offering you everything that you've ever dreamed of in return."
"How will I explain an expense of $1 million?" Claire asked.
"The contract will be with The Future, LLC, my data analytics consultancy," Bill explained, realizing that she had accepted. "Everyone uses one and the $1 million spread over a year is not out of line with the fees being charged by other similar firms, the big difference being that we're better than any of the others."
"You'll really give me a copy of the recording that you make?" Claire asked.
"Absolutely," Bill agreed, "though you're also welcome to make your own recording, though I wouldn't advise using a cell phone. Anything that can connect to the internet can be hacked."
"Why are you doing this?" Claire asked with a sigh.
"Because I am sick and tired of seeing our great country destroyed by these scum," Bill replied.
"But aren't you behaving just like them by doing this, forcing me, extorting me?" Claire asked.
"I am forcing you nothing, extorting nothing," Bill said firmly. "Everything is your choice. You can turn down my offer and that will be the end of it. I'll find someone else who wants to help fix things. I have no desire to hurt you in any way. You and good people like you are the answer to saving our country."
"B-but that, doing this to me," Claire said, lifting her chin towards the laptop.
"If there had been nothing to find, then the parameters of my offer to you would have been different," Bill replied, smiling. "Since you clearly have an interest in such fun, well, so do I. Maybe it's a bit unfair, but in the end, it also gives you some insurance that you won't be exposed. You would have the power to destroy me, too."
"You are an incredibly devious man, Mr. Szucks," Claire said. "I can't decide whether you're the devil or an angel in disguise."
"Hopefully, a bit of both," Bill replied with a laugh.
"I agree, Mr. Szucks," Claire said, shaking her head.
"I look forward to our future relationship, then, Claire," Bill said, sliding the folder across the table to her. "And I'm Bill. You will find an introductory note in the folder offering ideas and ways to use the material. I'll send the contract by courier within 24 hours. You see, I'm showing my trust in you. You have everything that you need without having yet signed the contract or making payment."
"And you hold the sword of Damocles over my head, Bill," Claire replied, getting to her feet. "This has without a doubt been the most upsetting, momentous day of my life."
"Who knows, maybe you'll be the President someday," Bill said as he accompanied her to the door. "I'd be proud to vote for you."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Ann was watching the morning press briefing in her office a couple of days later, watching Stephan Groffs, the White House Press Secretary, struggle to respond to a question about the President's relationship with Senator Lamm, who had been even more absurd in his support of the president the day before, declaring him to be the best president that the country had ever been blessed with as he had deflected a question about the president's judgement in hiring Susan Doves.
"Hiram Lamm is one of finest Americans we've ever had in the Senate," the President declared, once again suddenly showing up in the White House Press Briefing Room and taking over the rostrum. "He's been my friend for more than 20 years and he knows my mind. If it weren't for the support of great people like Hiram Lamm, this country would have self-destructed a long time ago. Fortunately, most Americans realized that electing me was the answer to saving our great country and I rely on incredible people like Hiram Lamm to help me. He is treated very unfairly by the Fake News, very unfairly. Like my friend, Susan Doves, who was treated very badly, very unfairly by the Fake Media, all of those fake photos and videos. Very sad."
"I can't believe that he's doubling down on that," Simone Geils snorted as she watched the TV with Ann. "Does he really think anyone believes that nonsense?"
"His base would believe anything he told them, including that the moon was made of green cheese," Ann replied, shaking her head. "Ignorant, uneducated incels."
"He wants to see you," Simone said after answering the phone. "Suddenly he wants to see you all the time. What's going on?"
"I wish to hell I knew," Ann replied, getting to her feet.
Upon entering the Oval Office, Ann observed the President's hand sliding out from beneath Eve's skirt, who was standing next to him, a hand on his shoulder. She almost gasped out loud, barely controlling her eyes when she saw the President stick two glistening fingers into his mouth and softly suck on them.
"Ann, tell me what you think I should do?" the President said after removing his fingers from his mouth, Eve glaring daggers at her.
"About what, Mr. President?" Ann asked as she stood in front of his desk.
"These vicious, unfair attacks on my friends and therefore on me," the President replied.
"Mr. President, I'm your Economic Advisor," Ann replied. "I really don't know anything about politics and that seems to be a political issue."
"You saw me sticking up for my friends, Hiram Lamm and also that poor Susan Doves?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," Ann replied. "That was very thoughtful of you."
"I'm always thoughtful," the President declared. "Nobody is more thoughtful than me."
"Mr. President, you should see what's happening on the news," Jerry Myers, Eve's husband and the President's Senior Advisor, suggested as he entered the Oval Office, hesitating, then standing next to Ann in front of the President's desk instead of up on the raised dais next to his wife.
"...incredible corruption," the Faux News newsreader was saying. "Unprecedented in modern Senate history."
As the four of them watched, a damning condemnation, replete with documents, bank statements, copies of emails, and photos were paraded across the screen, all laying out the total, hypocritical corruption of Senator Hiram Lamm, including a list of 9 companies who had had to declare bankruptcy as a result of the Senator refusing to pay his bills amounting to hundreds of thousands of dollars for renovations in his many homes; gold fixtures, crystal chandeliers, a wine cellar with 8,000 bottles of fine French wines, and on and on and on.
"Oh, fuck, this is not good," the President said, crossing his arms over his chest the way he did when he was feeling insecure. "He's toast," he declared when the report ended. "How is this going to affect me?" he asked.
"It's going to be tough," Jerry replied, "especially after that news conference that you just held praising him to the skies as a paragon of virtue and patriotism."
"This can't be a coincidence," Eve declared. "Someone is doing this."
"Of course someone is doing this, you stupid twit," the President said exasperatedly. "What would you do, Ann?"
"I have no idea, Mr. President," Ann replied, shocked that he'd ask her. "This is way outside of my personal experience or the parameters of my job."
"Then tell me how you react to this fake news as a private person," the President insisted. "You're a voter. You have to be affected by this."
"Actually, I've never registered to vote," Ann confessed. "Politics never interested me."
"Then why are you even here?" Eve snapped.
"I was asked by the President to serve, to give him the best advice that I can on economic matters," Ann replied, unflustered, "so that he could make the best possible decisions for the country."
"Breaking news," the TV suddenly blared. "Senator Hiram Lamm of South Carolina has just submitted his resignation to Governor Grant, effective immediately. The Governor's office has announced that it will make a statement later today about a replacement."
"Jesus Fucking Christ!" the President exploded. "Is he out of his fucking mind?"
"What choice did he have?" Ann asked.
"He should have denounced everything as lies, as fake stories," the President replied. "Never admit anything, no matter what. What a fucking fool. Amanda!" he shouted for his secretary.
"Mr. President?" Amanda Searls queried from the door.
"Get me Hiram Lamm on the phone right now," he commanded. "I've got to get him to rescind his resignation."
"Mr. President, I should get back to my..." Ann said.
"You stay right where you are," the President insisted.
"Senator...former Senator Lamm is on line 1, Mr. President," Amanda Searls announced from the door.
"Hiram, what the fuck have you done?" the President screamed into the phone. "How can you quit in the face of a bunch of lies like that? I'll just issue a blanket pardon for anything and everything. That'll make it go away. What a fucking loser," he groused as he hung up the phone. "Fucking coward loser. I never liked him anyway."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"It was incredible," Ann panted as she looked up at her husband as he drilled her pussy. "They're all crazy."
"I still don't understand why you stay," Bill replied as he continued to pound her pussy with his cock.
"Because I'm actually having a positive effect," Ann replied. "I'm Teflon. My only allegiance is to the facts about the numbers driving the economy. I'm able to deflect the worst of the ideas and even nudge them in a more positive direction. It's not really because of me, but the market's been up and/or steady, inflation seems to be under control, though that's because the Fed is doing a really good job, especially ignoring the President who doesn't really care about the long-term economy, only what's good for his metrics here and now."
"What's it like being in the Oval Office with him?" Bill asked, pulling his glistening cock from her pussy.
"Sometimes exciting, sometimes even thrilling, but always surreal," Ann replied, sitting forward and licking her lips as Bill stuck his cock in her face.
"Oh, yes!" Bill groaned as his balls exploded, cum gushing into Ann's eagerly sucking mouth.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Who is Claire Gaily?" the President asked the next morning, Ann wondering why she was there along with Eve, Jerry, Chris Vanger, the Chief of Staff, Bob Carr, the Attorney General, and Steve Einstein, the president's legal counsel.
"A nobody, Mr. President," Chris Vanger replied. "She's been in the South Carolina State Senate for a dozen years, chairs a couple of committees, big supporter of LGBQT rights - she only has one white aide, but also a fag and a lesbian - and she's an NRA hater and supporter of gun control. A nobody."
"She sounds like a somebody to me," Bob Carr said. "And she's now Senator Gaily and I doubt that she's going to be looking for ways to help us."
"Why the fuck did Grant pick her?" the President asked, a puzzled look on his face.
"She's got something on him, must have," Chris Vanger replied.
"Well, it must be something really good," the President said. "I want to know what it is. Jerry, see to it."
"Yes, Mr. President," Jerry replied, looking uncomfortable.
"Now, what am I going to do about Hiram Lamm?" the President asked.
"You need to make a statement about the importance of a rule of law that applies to everyone equally, no matter how high their station," Chris Vanger said.
"You'll look like a fool if you do," Steve Einstein said, "especially after that statement of support you gave yesterday. That on top of Susan Doves calls your judgement into question, that you'd let such people be so close to you, have such influence over you."
"Nobody has any influence over me," the President declared. "I decide everything on my own. Only me. Ann, what do you think?"
"Me, Mr. President?" Ann asked, surprised. "It doesn't relate to the economy, therefore I really don't know what to say."
"She is so fucking useless," Eve snarked sotto voce.
"I appreciate her honesty," the President said. "She's not standing their pissing her pants like the rest of you and she's not afraid to tell me that she doesn't know. From now on, you're also one of my Senior Advisors in addition to your duties as my Economic Advisor."
"But Mr. President, I know nothing about politics," Ann protested.
"Which will make you perfect for the job," the President said. "You don't bring any predisposition or baggage with you. You'll always give me honest answers."
"I always try to do just that," Ann replied, blown away.
"Then tell me what you'd do, Senior Presidential Advisor?" the President pressed.
"Admit that you were mistaken about Senator Lamm, promise to be more careful in the future," Ann replied into a void of silence that was deafening.
"Oh, my fucking god!" Eve gasped. "Daddy, she's a total fucking idiot!"
"I appreciate your honesty, Ann, but I am never wrong. About anything. Ever. I have never been wrong about anything in my life," the President insisted.
"Then I don't know, Mr. President," Ann said. "Perhaps I'm not the right person for the position."
"Too fucking right you're not," Eve snorted in derision. "Tit-less genius," she muttered.
"Perhaps you could tell me where you bought yours and I can look into doing something about my lack of breasts," Ann snapped, noticing hands going to mouths to hide broad smiles.
"Now, now, none of that," the President said.
"How dare you talk to me like that!" Eve huffed, clearly nonplussed. "I'm the First Daughter."
"Okay, enough!" the President insisted firmly. "Everyone out, except Ann. Now!" he said, looking at the astonished look on his daughter's face.
"I apologize, Mr. President," Ann said when she was alone with him, standing in front of his desk. "I shouldn't have lost my temper."
"You did the right thing," the President assured her. "Never let anyone walk on you or they won't stop. Eve doesn't always think before she talks," he added, oblivious to the fact that he could be describing himself, apparently a family trait.
"Thank you, Mr. President," Ann said. "I appreciate that. But I do think that you should reconsider appointing me as your Senior Advisor. I'm an economist and I've taken very little interest in the world outside of economics."
"I see that as a plus," the President replied. "I might not like what you tell me and I might think that you're wrong, but never stop telling me the truth when I ask a question. I need to know how regular people think and look at things."
"I'm hardly regular people, Mr. President," Ann demurred.
"It doesn't bother you to be so flat-chested, no tits?" the President asked out of left field.
"Mr. President!?" Ann gasped.
"It's okay," he assured her. "It's just the two of us. I like big tits, that's why I agreed to pay for Eve's when she wanted them. She got great ones, had her nipples turned on so that they're always hard, too. Looks great with her fashion choices. Like Sylvia, my wife. Fucking great tits, all natural, though. They're real handfuls. Eve's totally jealous of her."
Ann realized that her mouth was open and closed it.
"How do I deal with this?" he asked with a sigh, holding up the photo of Susan Doves eating Eve's pussy.
"I don't know that there's anything that you can do," Ann replied. "The photo is out there and that can't be changed, whether it's real or fake. People are going to believe what they want to believe. Does it bother you that your daughter...uh, seems to like sex with women?"
"It wouldn't bother me, not really," the President replied, "even though this is a fake photo. Fake. All men like to see women having sex together. Besides, she's not having sex with another woman, just getting her pussy eaten. Even though it's totally fake. Totally fake," he said, tracing on the photo with a finger.
"You're married?" he suddenly asked.
"Yes, sir, I am," Ann replied. "Very happily so."
"Your husband doesn't mind that you don't have any tits?" he asked, looking at her.
"He seems to like me, all of me, just fine," Ann replied, flustered at being questioned like this.
"What does he do?" the President asked.
"He's in computers," Ann replied.
"That explains it," the President said, shaking his head. "Computer nerd. What does he know about women?"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"That fucking asshole," Bill growled, driving his cock all the way into Ann's ass once again. "He has no clue."
"You can't possibly be bothered by what such an asshole says or thinks about you," Ann gasped, pressing back to meet his thrusts, one hand between her legs furiously rubbing her clit as he continued to fuck her in the ass.
"You have no idea how much I want to go after him," Bill gasped, feeling his orgasm imminent.
"I've never cared about politics," Ann gasped, feeling his cock swell deep in her ass, "but I can't wait to see him crawling in humiliation."
"Ahhhh!" Bill cried out as his balls exploded, cum pumping into Ann's ass as she spasmed in orgasm.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Welcome, Senator Gaily," Bill greeted her when he answered her knock on the door of the condo. "I am honored."
"You, sir, are an incredible scoundrel, but my god, you are an effective one," Claire said, laughing as she shook hands with him. "I am here to honor my agreement."
"Please, come in, join us for some wine," Bill said, standing aside as she entered, beige slacks, white blouse, her short blonde hair curled around her head, her blue eyes shining.
"Hello, Senator Gaily," Ann greeted her, shaking hands. "I am Ann Szucks, Bill's wife."
"His wife!" Claire exclaimed, looking more carefully at the slight woman, taking in her miniskirt, noticing the hard, dark nipples pressing against the white material of her T-shirt.
"Does that surprise you?" Ann asked, leading her to the sofa facing the river view.
"Quite frankly, yes," Claire replied. "I had no idea," she said, looking sideways at Bill, seeing the half smile on his face. "But it pleases me."
"As it pleases me that you are here," Ann said, smiling at her.
"I see," Claire said as she sat on the sofa, Ann sitting down next to her.
"Some wine, Senator?" Bill asked, showing her a chilled bottle of New Zealand's Black Cottage Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc.
"My favorite!" Claire exclaimed, a big smile lighting up her face. "You are an amazingly thorough man, Bill," she said, accepting the glass that he poured and offered her. "But don't you think it should be Claire by now?"
"Indeed, Claire," Bill said as they all raised their glasses, clinking them in a toast. "To your success. May you accomplish much."
"Thank you," Claire said with a smile, then tasted her wine. "This is wonderful. Thank you."
"How are things going for you in South Carolina now?" Bill asked. "I've noticed the personnel changes and approve. You've gotten some really good people placed."
"Thank you," Claire replied. "There are many good people who want to do what's right for the country, it's all about being in a position to let them act. Slowly but surely, things will start to change."
"Governor Grant seems to be a new person altogether," Bill observed.
"I never knew that a leopard could change its spots, much less so quickly and thoroughly," Claire laughed. "The man calls me several times a day, practically begging to kiss my feet."
"That might be fun," Ann said. "It's a good place to start, work his way up."
"Oh, my, I think that I like the way your mind works, Ann," Claire said, smiling at her.
"Are Harvey and Joan your only playmates or are there others?" Ann asked, smiling at the raised eyebrows.
"I can't afford to take the chance," Claire confessed. "We've known each other since elementary school. I know that I can trust them implicitly."
"And now, here, tonight?" Ann asked, reaching over and lightly stroking one of Claire's full breasts.
"I resented being coerced," Claire admitted, "but now I think I'm going to enjoy this," she said, leaning forward and kissing Ann softly on the mouth, her tongue tracing her lips.
"Why don't we go to the bedroom?" Bill suggested.
"You're really going to record this?" Claire asked when they entered the bedroom and she saw the three video cameras arranged around the round bed in the corner, floor to ceiling glass walls offering a view over the river.
"As I promised," Bill said. "And you shall have a copy when you leave, should you so desire."
"Come, join me," Ann said, quickly stripping and crawling onto the bed, laying back, her feet flat on the mattress and well apart, showing her spread, glistening pussy, her hard, dark nipples standing out from her breastless chest.
"Oh, god," Claire breathed, staring, then slowly stripped, her full, C-cup breasts with large pale nipples revealed, then her ass and pussy as she removed her pants and panties, crawling onto the bed, her face between Ann's spread thighs as she knelt, her ass up in the air as she dragged her tongue up between Ann's pussy lips, tasting her nectar as she slid her tongue into her.
Bill was smiling as he stripped, his eyes on Claire's ass and pussy, licking his lips as he saw her long pussy lips hanging down and petaling open as she slurped at Ann's pussy. Crawling onto the bed, he grabbed her ass cheeks in his hands, spreading them apart as he leaned forward and dragged his tongue up through her spread pussy lips, tasting her tangy juices, his tongue rimming her rosebud as she moaned into Ann's pussy.
After a few minutes of feasting on her juicy pussy, Bill knelt behind her, feeding his cock into her hot, wet pussy, feeling it clamp down on him as he began to fuck her.
"Oh, god, that feels so good," Claire gasped as Bill's cock sluiced in and out of her pussy.
"Oh, Jesus god," Claire gasped when she felt Bill's cock swell, then explode deep in her pussy many minutes later, Ann writhing beneath her as she sucked on her clit.
When Bill finished cumming, he encouraged Claire to climb up onto Ann's body, planting her cum-filled pussy on her mouth, gasping when she felt Ann's tongue stab into her as she glued her mouth to her pussy and began to drink the cum cocktail that filled her. When Bill appeared, standing in front of her, his cock glistening and gooey with her pussy juices, she opened her mouth, sucking him in, cumming yet again as Ann expertly ate her pussy while she sucked Bill's cock clean.
"This was a wonderful evening," Claire said several hours later when she was again dressed and ready to leave. "I loved every minute of it."
"I hope that you'll join us again," Ann said.
"I'd like that, too," Claire agreed, sharing a deep, tongue-duelling kiss with her before turning to Bill and doing the same. "You are a truly evil man, but I adore you," she said with a laugh as Bill handed her a DVD with the video of the night's fun on it.
"I have to admit that I like fucking a Senator," Bill said with a grin. "You've got a delicious pussy and I love those long pussy lips of yours."
"God, you are simply disgusting," Claire said, laughter pealing from her mouth.
"I look forward to fucking you one day when you're the President," Bill said.
"I think I'd enjoy that very much," Claire replied. "But we'll have to wait to see what the future holds.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"The President will be with you in a moment," Amanda Searls informed Ann when she arrived at the Oval Office in response to being summoned.
Not sure what to do and uncomfortable being in the Oval Office by herself, Ann just stood in front of the desk waiting. A minute later, the door to the President's private dining room opened and the President entered the office, zipping up his trousers as he walked to his desk. Ann almost fell down in shock when Jerry and Eve followed him, Jerry looking a bit pasty as Eve reached up and wiped a blob of what had to be cum from the side of his mouth and stuck her finger into her mouth and sucked on it.
"Now, let's get started," the President said, sitting down behind his desk, Jerry and Eve moving to flank him, Eve staring daggers at Ann as Jerry fidgeted uncomfortably.
"Mr. President?" Ann queried.
"What are we doing about getting more money for the wall?" the President asked.
"We do not have any funding allocated for more than basic maintenance at present, Mr. President," Ann replied.
"Well, I want that wall built," the President said. "We need to protect the country, stop all of those criminals from trying to get in."
"It's disgusting the way they use children to hide behind," Eve said, "and they're not even their own children. They steal them from their real parents."
"Jerry, I want you to go talk to some people, see what you can come up with to get us some more funding," the President said.
"Yes, Mr. President," Jerry replied.
"Try to do something right for a change," the President said. "I've given you a high position and title and you're not really doing anything for me that your father couldn't do," he said with a smirk, "though he taught you well."
"Yes, Mr. President," Jerry replied, his face coloring.
"And find out who made this disgusting fake photo," the President said, holding up the photo of Susan Doves eating Eve's pussy. "This is terrible. How could someone do this? Where did they get someone with a pussy that looks so much like yours, Eve? Don't you think it looks just like Eve's pussy, Jerry?"
"Uh, it is similar, Mr. President," Jerry replied, staring at the photo, Ann noticing a bit of color appearing on Eve's cheeks.
"To think that someone would try to portray my daughter as a pussy-eating dyke," he groused, sliding his finger up and down over Eve's pussy in the photo. "That's about as likely as you being a cock sucker, wouldn't you say, Jerry?"
"Uh, no, sir...I mean, yes, sir," Jerry replied, flushing.
"Do you think that this is a good likeness of Eve, Ann?" the President asked, holding up the photo.
"I wouldn't know, Mr. President," Ann replied.
"We need to prove that this isn't Eve, that this is a totally fake photo," the President said. "We can do that, right?"
"I'm not sure, Mr. President," Ann replied.
"I mean, we can show this photo next to a real photo of Eve's pussy, let people see that it's different," the President said. "That would convince them, wouldn't it?"
"I'm not sure, Mr. President," Ann replied, feeling like she had entered the Twilight Zone.
"I mean, it's close, beautiful pussy, beautiful, same tiny clit and everything," he muttered, his finger tracing over Eve's pussy in the photo.
"Surely we have other important matters to discuss," Eve suggested, glaring at Ann.
"How would you feel if someone posted a fake photo of your daughter all over the internet showing her pussy getting eaten by some fake woman?" the President asked, looking at Ann.
"I don't have a daughter, Mr. President," Ann replied.
"Eve, I want you to work with Ann, come up with a plan," the President said.
"Work with her!" Eve gasped, her eyes wide. "We don't even know her. How can we trust her with something like this?"
"I'm sure that we can trust her," the President said. "Have you heard even a hint of a leak about anything that we've discussed with her, in front of her? No, you haven't. That's because she's loyal, totally loyal. To me. Isn't that right?"
"I would never discuss anything with anybody about my job or what I learn in the process of doing it, Mr. President," Ann replied.
"You see, she's loyal, totally loyal," the President said, sitting back in his chair. "Do you want people to think that this is you, that you'd do anything like this?" he asked, turning to look at his daughter.
"Of course not," Eve replied indignantly.
"Then go figure something out," the President said. "Report back to me later on what you come up with."
"Yes, Daddy," Eve said, looking miserable.
"Yes, Mr. President," Ann said, wondering what she was going to do.
"Now all of you, out! Go do some work. I have a country to run. And ask Amanda to get me the President of Russia on the phone. Maybe he'll have a suggestion about how to deal with this. They know how to get things done in Russia. Great country, great country. There's a president that's really in charge, gets things done."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"What am I going to do with you?" Eve asked, sitting behind her desk in her office and staring at Ann.
"Ms. Pocksy, I'm at a loss to understand why you're so hostile towards me," Ann said. "The President has asked me to help and I'm happy to do so, to serve my country."
"I'm not myself, not since this appeared," Eve said with a sigh, picking up a piece of paper and turning it to show Ann, a copy of the same photo on her father's desk, except that this one had a big, pink heart drawn around the pussy and tongue in it. "I feel like everyone is looking at me, only seeing my pussy now. They must think that I'm disgusting."
"But why?" Ann asked.
"Do you find this disgusting?" Eve asked, shaking the photo.
"Not really," Ann replied with a shrug, "other than the fact that someone would circulate it without permission."
"It doesn't bother you that two women would do something like this?" Eve asked, staring at her.
"No," Ann replied. "Each to their own. They're not hurting anyone. Why should it matter?"
"You think that this is acceptable behavior?" Eve asked, incredulous.
"Why not?" Ann shrugged. "Maybe we could try presenting it that way, adults making their own choices about how to live their lives instead of just trying to deny it. Change the dialogue to be about something other than who is in the photo, make it about the invasion of privacy in publicizing it."
"But I'm married, with children," Eve said, staring at her. "What does that say about me?"
"You're also an adult living in a new age where things are different than they were in our parents' time," Ann said.
"This doesn't make you think badly about me?" Eve asked, shaking the photo.
"No, but it's not you, right?" Ann asked ingenuously, keeping a neutral expression on her face.
"Right. Of course not," Eve agreed quickly.
"If I may ask, how has your husband reacted to...this?" Ann asked.
"He reacts the way I tell him to," Eve said sharply.
"I see," Ann said.
"How would your husband react to seeing a photo of you like this?" Eve asked. "You are married, right?"
"Yes, I am," Ann replied. "But my husband is a bit strange. He might just like it, though I'm sure he wouldn't like the fact that the whole world was seeing it."
"God, the whole world knows what my pussy looks like!" Eve complained, dropping the piece of paper onto her desk.
"Maybe that's a good thing," Ann said slowly.
"How can that possibly be a good thing?" Eve asked, staring at her.
"It depends upon how they're viewing it," Ann replied. "If they like it, for whatever reason, then that's okay, as opposed to those who won't like it, find it disgusting."
"And how does that help me?" Eve asked.
"Well, if people like it, approve of it for some reason, then we can play on that, show that you're a modern woman, not beholden to the antiquated morality of the past, our parents' generation," Ann replied.
"Do you really think that that would work?" Eve asked, a glimmer of hope in her eyes and her voice.
"I don't know, to be honest," Ann replied. "It just occurred to me."
"How can we find out?" Eve asked.
"Well, I suppose we could have someone research it on the internet, see what people are saying," Ann replied. "I mean, even porn is becoming more mainstream. So many girls and women are trying it. I've seen them on TV talk shows with their parents, their siblings, their husbands, discussing it. Maybe it's just the Washington, D.C. press that's making a big issue out of it so that they can get ratings."
"How could I possibly ask someone to research something like that?" Eve gasped. "It would get leaked within an hour. This place is terrible for leaking."
"Then we need to find someone trustworthy who won't leak," Ann replied.
"There's no such person," Eve complained bitterly. "Everyone leaks. Everyone."
"I don't," Ann said simply.
"You meant what you said to my father, that you're totally loyal?" Eve asked.
"I never said anything of the sort," Ann replied. "I said that I never discuss anything about my job or what I learn doing it with anyone who isn't directly involved in the issue at hand."
"So you're not loyal?" Eve asked.
"I'm loyal to the integrity of my job and position," Ann replied. "When I look at myself in the mirror, I have to like who I see at the end of the day."
"I wish I could do that," Eve said softly, her eyes downcast.
"It's all about choices and living with the results of having made them," Ann said, actually feeling sorry for Eve.
"I guess I've made some bad choices at times," Eve conceded.
"We all have," Ann said. "It's what we learn from making them that matters."
"Do you really think that you can help me?" Eve asked.
"I don't know," Ann replied, "but if you want me to, I'll try."
"Really?!" Eve responded. "I've said some pretty mean things to you, about you."
"You're just protecting your father," Ann said.
"But how could I trust you?" Eve asked, her close-set eyes narrowing.
"I can't answer that," Ann replied. "I can only tell you that I always keep my word."
"Nobody's that honest," Eve snorted.
"You'd be surprised," Ann replied. "I know many people who are that honest."
"I don't, not a single one," Eve said.
"Well, now you do," Ann said.
"One thing that I've learned from my father is never just take someone's word for something," Eve said. "You always have to have something to hold over them to make them keep their word."
"I think that that's a terrible attitude," Ann said.
"Well, it's necessary for people in our class," Eve said. "We have to be more careful because everyone is always trying to get something from us."
"How sad," Ann commented.
"Do you really think that you can help me, that your idea will work?" Eve asked anxiously.
"I really don't know," Ann replied. "It was just an idea. It might, it might not. You can always just do nothing, let it die a natural death as other things push it out of the news."
"Won't the monitors see what you search on your computer?" Eve asked. "I was warned to be careful because everything is monitored, for our security, they told me," she snorted derisively.
"I'll have to ask my husband," Ann replied. "If it's possible, he'll know how. Do you want me to ask him?"
"Can you do it without telling him exactly why you want to know?" Eve asked.
"I could, but there's nobody on this planet that I trust more than my husband," Ann replied. "He'd never say a word to anyone. Would you like me to ask him?"
"Maybe," Eve replied. "If you're sure that he won't say anything."
"I give you my word," Ann replied.
"Okay, then," Eve agreed.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"It's hard, but I almost feel sorry for her," Ann sighed as she wriggled her ass while she sat on Bill's face, his tongue searching out the cum cocktail that filled her pussy. "She's so warped, totally a product of her father's making, twisted, oblivious to how insulting and demeaning she is to just about everyone that she interacts with."
"Then why would you want to help her?" Bill asked, rolling Ann off of his face onto her back, his tongue finding her pussy once again.
"Because the President asked me to," Ann replied, sighing as her husband's tongue continued to make her feel good.
"Well, what you need to do is easy," Bill said, looking up from her pussy. "Just use a VPN. They won't be able to easily see what you're doing and I doubt that they're really checking that deeply, probably just superficially monitoring. Pretty standard stuff. They'd only look deeper if they had a reason to."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Ann! Come in, close the door," Eve said the next morning when she saw Ann standing in her doorway. "Well?"
"My husband explained how to do it," Ann replied, taking the chair in front of Eve's desk when she indicated it with a wave of her hand. "The only question is if you really want me to."
"It can't hurt to find out what people think, can it?" Eve asked.
"I can't see how," Ann replied. "It's what you'd do afterwards that will matter."
"You'll let me know what you find out?" Eve asked.
"Of course," Ann replied, getting to her feet.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"What did you learn?" Eve asked anxiously as Ann sat down in front of her desk later that afternoon.
"Well, this isn't scientific or even really thorough, but from what I was able to determine, about 20% of the comments were negative, the rest positive," Ann replied.
"Really!? 80% had nice things to say about my pussy?" Eve asked, beaming.
"Yes," Ann replied, amazed by Eve's reaction, especially her tacit admission that the photo was indeed of her. "The most common comments were cute, sexy, tasty looking, and fuckable."
"Then it's not so bad," Eve reacted, a big smile on her face. "What did the negative comments say?"
"They were mostly from homophobes and people who hate your father," Ann replied.
"People don't like my pussy because of my father?" Eve asked, incredulous. "Most guys were interested in my pussy because of my father. I need to tell him about this. Come with me."
Ann had to really expend effort not to burst out laughing as she followed Eve to the Oval Office.
"Daddy, you just would not believe what Ann found out," Eve burst out as they entered the office.
"Found out about what?" the President asked as Eve hugged him, his hand sliding up the back of her leg to her ass as Ann stood in her usual place in front of his desk.
"I asked her to find out how people were reacting to this picture," she said, pointing to the photo on her father's desk.
"What did they say?" the President asked, his hand obviously massaging and squeezing Eve's ass.
"Almost everybody thought that my pussy is cute, sexy, tasty looking, and fuckable," she announced, a big smile on her face.
"Well, they're right," the President agreed.
"The ones who didn't think so didn't like my pussy because they don't like you," Eve continued. "I can't believe that they would dislike my pussy just because they don't like you."
"Well, you never know about people," the President said, removing his hand from beneath his daughter's skirt. "You've got a gorgeous pussy. Never seen a nicer one. Don't you think so?" he asked, looking at Ann.
"I-I've never seen her pussy, Mr. President," Ann stammered, shocked at what she was hearing.
"Well, this fake photo is a reasonable likeness, but nothing like the real thing," the President said. "I'm sure you'll agree when you see it."
"Mr. President?" Ann gasped.
"You going to show her?" the President asked, turning to look at his daughter. "Maybe the two of you could compare pussies."
"Oh, that might be fun!" Eve said, her eyes shining.
"I-I'm not sure that that would be appropriate," Ann said, feeling like she was going to pass out.
"Nonsense," the President said. "I'm the President and I determine what's appropriate or not. You can use the sofa," he said, indicating the facing sofas behind Ann. "Amanda," he bellowed, the door to the Oval Office almost immediately opening to reveal Amanda.
"Mr. President?" she asked.
"Hold all calls, nobody bothers me until I say so," the President ordered.
"Yes, Mr. President," Amanda replied, closing the door.
"Come on, let's see," the President said, getting to his feet and coming from behind his desk.
Ann was speechless as Eve followed her father to the sofas, sitting down on one of them and kicking her 6" high-heeled shoes off.
"This is so exciting!" she said, her face beaming as she reached up beneath her skirt and produced a pair of skimpy, wispy panties that she handed to her father's outstretched hand.
"B-but what about the dignity of the office?" Ann sputtered, staring in disbelief as the President held his daughter's panties to his face and inhaled deeply.
"It's a myth," the President scoffed. "Kennedy, Clinton, they all fucked here all the time.
"B-but your daughter?" Ann asked, incredulous.
"Isn't she beautiful," the President beamed as Eve pulled her skirt up to her waist, putting the heels of her feet up on the edge of the sofa, her bare pussy visible, like a cleft peach. "What President ever had a more beautiful daughter?" he asked as Eve reached between her legs and spread her pussy lips apart, revealing the pink, glistening interior with her tiny, delicate inner pussy lips and the small button of her clit. "Doesn't she have a beautiful pussy?" he asked, looking at Ann.
"Y-yes," Ann stammered, waiting to awaken from a bad dream.
"Always so wet, too," he added, reaching down and rubbing a finger between her spread pussy lips, then sliding it into her and pumping it a few times before withdrawing it, glistening with her juices.
Ann was wide-eyed and open-mouthed as the President held up his glistening finger, observed it, then suddenly stuck it into her open mouth. Reflexively closing her mouth on his finger, Ann tasted the spicy, tangy flavor of Eve's pussy juices coating it before he withdrew it.
"Tasty, isn't she?" the President asked, watching as Eve made little circles around her tiny button of a clit with a finger. "Go ahead, taste it from the source," he suggested. "I'm sure Eve would like that, wouldn't you, Eve?"
"Oh, yes!" Eve gasped, her eyes shining.
"B-but this is the Oval Office!" Ann gasped.
"I know! Isn't it exciting?" Eve asked. "Please? You don't mind, do you?"
"M-Mr. President!" Ann said, feeling the world spinning beneath her.
"It's okay," the President said. "We won't tell anyone, just a little secret between the three of us."
Feeling as though she were having an out-of-body experience, Ann found herself on her knees in front of Eve, staring at the glistening pink wetness of her almost child-like pussy, actually thinking that it didn't look like a pussy that had produced three children.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Even gasped when she felt Ann's tongue in her pussy.
"Does she do it good?" the President asked, watching as his Economic and Senior Advisor ate his daughter's pussy in front of him on the Oval Office's sofa.
"Oh, yes," Eve gasped. "Really good!"
Ann sat back on her knees after a couple of minutes, the tangy, spicy taste of Eve's pussy suffusing her senses, her own pussy leaking juices that slicked her inner thighs.
"Oh, that was so nice," Eve sighed, furiously rubbing her pussy.
"Did she make you cum?" the President asked.
"You know how hard it is for me to cum, Daddy," Eve sighed, sagging back on the sofa.
"Well, time to return the favor," the President said.
"Mmm, I'd like that," Eve said, sitting up, a big smile on her face as she looked at Ann's astonished expression, pussy juices coating her mouth and chin.
"Th-that's not necessary," Ann stammered.
"Oh, I insist," the President said. "I've always taught my kids to be reciprocal in their dealings."
"I really don't mind," Eve said, smiling at Ann, slipping from the sofa to her knees and encouraging Ann to resume her place on the sofa.
"B-but this is so wrong!" Ann gasped as Eve began to push her skirt up. "This is the Oval Office!"
"Oh, wow!" the President exclaimed when Eve finally succeeded in pushing Ann's skirt up, lifting her feet onto the edge of the sofa and exposing her naked pussy. "I was expecting a big, hairy pussy," he said, staring at her shaved pussy as her long inner pussy lips spread apart, tendrils of pussy juice clinging to them as they split, revealing her large glistening clit and crimson interior.
"Oh, my, what long pussy lips you have," Eve gasped, leaning forward and dragging her tongue up between them. "And so tasty!" she added, gluing her mouth to Ann's pussy, her tongue plunging into her sopping hole. "God, your pussy is just so delicious!" Eve said, lifting her face from her pussy. "And you cum like crazy! I am so jealous," she added, diving back in and slurping up the juices that were flowing as though from a fountain.
"I see that I made a great choice, great choice in appointing you one of my Senior Advisors," the President said as he watched his daughter eating Ann's pussy.
"Oh, Daddy, Ann has the most delicious pussy," Eve gasped as she sat back, licking her lips. "She tastes a lot better than Susan and she eats pussy a whole lot better."
"Maybe you should make her your personal assistant," the President said. "Then you'd be able to eat her pussy, have her eat yours, whenever you'd like. I'm sure Ann can wear a third hat, can't you?"
"M-Mr. President," Ann gasped, her head spinning. "This...this is so inappropriate."
"Nonsense," the President replied. "I'm the President and I get to decide what's appropriate or not. If Eve likes the way you eat her pussy, then that's all that matters."
"Oh, Daddy, thank you!" Eve said, getting to her feet and hugging her father, then kissing him.
"I told her no calls!" the President said when his phone buzzed, the red light flashing. "What do you want?" he screamed into the speaker phone when he pressed the button. "I told you no calls!"
"Mr. President, the Vice President is here with Mr. Myers," Amanda's wavering voice announced.
"Oh. Well, send them in," he said as Ann scrambled to her feet, her face flushed.
"Ah, Mr. President," the Vice President said as he entered, not missing the President stuffing Eve's panties into his pocket. "We had an appointment to discuss the China tariffs."
"Yes, of course," the President said as he returned to his seat, the Vice President and Jerry joining Ann to stand in front of his desk, while Eve stood beside him, a hand on his shoulder.
"I have a meeting with the Chinese ambassador in 30 minutes," the Vice President said. "What do you want me to tell him?"
"You tell that slant-eyed son of a bitch that they better commit to buying $50 billion of our agricultural products every year or I'll tariff them out of our markets completely," the President said. "Fucking slopes! Who the fuck do they think they are?"
"Yes, Mr. President," the Vice President replied, bobbing his head and smiling his vacuous smile. "I agree completely."
"Ann, what do you have to say?" the President asked. "You're my Economic Advisor."
"M-Mr. President," Ann said, still flustered, her legs still vibrating from cumming so much, "that will cause great hardship to our farmers and the communities in which they live."
"Well, we'll just give them some money to make up for it," the President said.
"But we don't have the money," Ann said.
"Well, take it from Social Security," the President said, waving his hand.
"We can't do that," Ann replied. "By law. Congress has assigned those funds. Diverting them would be illegal."
"It's not illegal unless I say it is!" the President scowled. "Tell Treasury to print more money. It's all a scam anyway."
"Will there be anything else, Mr. President?" the Vice President asked.
"No, that will be all," the President replied. "You can go."
"Thank you, Mr. President," the Vice President replied, giving a little bow and then leaving.
"Ann, you can go now, too," the President said. "Eve will tell you what she needs. Jerry, you stay. I need some relief," he added.
Ann followed Eve from the office, still in shock, the taste of Eve's pussy still permeating her senses.
"What did he mean, he needed some relief?" Ann finally had to ask when they finally returned to Eve's office.
"Oh, Daddy loves to humiliate Jerry," Eve said. "He knows that his father used to hire male prostitutes, so he enjoys making Jerry suck his cock whenever he can."
"But he's your husband, his son in law!" Ann gasped.
"Jerry married me for access to power, I married him for access to his family's money," Eve said, shrugging. "Besides, I don't think that he really minds."
"But you have three children together!" Ann said.
"Jerry does what he's told to do," Eve said, shrugging. "If he knows what's good for him."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"You cannot be serious!" Bill exclaimed, looking up from eating Ann's pussy that evening.
"I thought I was having a nightmare," Ann replied, looking down at his astonished face.
"The President's daughter ate your pussy?" he asked. "In the Oval Office?"
"After I had eaten hers," Ann replied, shaking her head. "It was the most surreal experience of my life. In the Oval Office!"
"God, what I wouldn't give for a video of that!" Bill laughed.
"She knows how to eat pussy, too," Ann added with a laugh as Bill lowered his face back to her pussy, his tongue spearing into her.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Mr. Small, welcome," Bill said when he answered the door at the condo the next day, needing to look up to see his face, even though he was himself 6'2". "I'm Bill Szucks."
"Well, it was a hard invitation to resist, Bill," Jeremiah Small said, shaking Bill's proffered hand.
"Please, come in," Bill said, standing aside. "Drink?" he asked, leading him to the sofa facing the glass wall overlooking the Potomac.
"Why not?" Jeremiah replied in his rich basso voice as he took a seat.
"Laphroaig okay?" Bill asked.
"My favorite," Jeremiah replied. "Now, what is this all about?" he asked after receiving his drink.
"To be blunt," Bill replied, "I want to get rid of Kentucky's Republican Senator McKinney."
"There's a lot of us who would like that," Jeremiah replied, "but that's a lot easier said than done."
"And if I could give you the means to get rid of him, what would you say?" Bill asked.
"Well, just theoretically, assuming what you say is true, I'd love nothing more," Jeremiah replied. "But his replacement is probably going to be just as bad."
"Not if his replacement is you," Bill said.
"Me!" Jeremiah laughed. "The Governor is not likely to appoint me to replace him. Besides, I'm not a Republican and the replacement would have to be of the same party."
"Would you want the job?" Bill asked.
"Damned right I would," Jeremiah replied, a hint of anger in his voice. "That sorry piece of shit has abused his position for far too long with his wife's Chinese connections and money. But we're talking pie in the sky."
"I don't think so," Bill replied.
"Well, you may be white, but you don't look like Santa Claus to me," Jeremiah said, laughing.
"Maybe I am," Bill replied, opening the laptop that was sitting on the coffee table and pressing a few keys.
"Jesus Fucking Christ!" Jeremiah exploded as he watched a video of the Republican Senator sitting in a chair, his Chinese wife sitting in an adjacent chair, while a young black man knelt before him, very obviously sucking his cock while he discussed a donation about one of her family's companies making a surreptitious donation to his re-election campaign. "How could you possibly have something like this? Is it real? It's not a clever computer simulation?"
"I assure you that it is very real," Bill said, watching along with Jeremiah as the Senator groaned, his head thrown back as he very obviously came in the young black man's mouth, his Chinese wife's eyes shining with excitement as she watched.
"My god!" Jeremiah said, his hand actually shaking as he drained his drink and held it out for a refill.
"I think that this video will get rid of the Senator," Bill said.
"If it's real, I agree," Jeremiah said as he accepted his refilled glass. "But I'm registered as a Democrat. The Governor is required by law to appoint someone from the same party, a Republican."
"Well, today is December 26th," Bill said. "If you change your party affiliation before the end of the year to Republican, you'd meet that requirement."
"But the Governor is a notorious racist," Jeremiah said. "There's no way in hell that he'd appoint me."
Once again, Bill leaned over and quickly typed on the laptop's keyboard.
"Holy Shit!" Jeremiah exclaimed, bursting out laughing as he watched a video of the Governor sitting in a chair, leaning forward and watching intently while another man fucked his wife. "And I suppose that this is real, too?" he asked, tears running down his face as he laughed.
"It is very real," Bill assured him.
"How could you..." Jeremiah started to say.
"Suffice it to say that I can and did," Bill interrupted.
"Okay, you have my attention," Jeremiah said, setting his untouched refill on the coffee table in front of him and looking at Bill. "What do you have in mind?"
"I have in mind that you're going to change your party affiliation before the end of the year," Bill replied. "On January 2, the esteemed Senator will resign. The Governor will then appoint you to fill the vacancy, then resign himself."
"My god! Who are you?" Jeremiah asked.
"Someone who is sick and tired of scum ruining our country," Bill replied heatedly, "and determined to do something about it."
"But why me?" Jeremiah asked.
"Because you're basically a decent guy whose entire life and career has been about helping other people," Bill replied.
"Basically?" Jeremiah said.
Once again, Bill leaned forward and typed, then sat back as the next video loaded and ran, a video montage showing Jeremiah fucking several different women, both white and black.
"Basically," Bill said. "Your shortcomings are personal. The Governor's and the Senator's affect the general citizenry. To me, that's a big difference. You might be morally questionable in your personal life, but they're morally corrupt in their political lives."
"Are you blackmailing me?" Jeremiah asked, anger in his eyes and voice.
"Not at all," Bill replied. "I'm merely demonstrating my capabilities as well as explaining my reasons for approaching you."
"And I suppose you're willing to do this simply for altruistic reasons?" Jeremiah asked.
"Well, mostly," Bill admitted, smiling sheepishly. "My research is expensive."
"How much?" Jeremiah asked, his voice hard.
"I want you to sign a $1 million data analytics contract with my company," Bill replied.
"You could expose me at any time," Jeremiah replied. "I'd be a fool to agree."
"You would," Bill agreed, "except that I'm going to give you the same leverage over me. A Mexican standoff in a sense."
"And how do you plan on doing that?" Jeremiah asked.
"Once I have delivered what I promise, you will return here to this condo," Bill explained, "and fuck my wife with me. I will video record it and give you a copy before you leave."
"You are one crazy motherfucker," Jeremiah replied, staring at him. "Are you serious?"
"Very," Bill replied, nodding.
"You want me to fuck your wife?" Jeremiah asked, incredulous.
"Yes," Bill replied. "You interested?"
"Of course I'm interested," Jeremiah replied. "What's your wife look like?"
"Does it matter?" Bill asked, smiling.
"I guess not," Jeremiah replied after a moment, smiling. "She likes black cock?"
"She likes cock, period," Bill laughed.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"How can this be happening?" the President asked, incredulity written large on his face as he watched the evening news on television that evening in the White House Residence quarters with his wife, daughter, and Jerry.
Even though the video had been censored, the graphic parts blacked out, there was no mistaking what was going on or who it was in the video.
"Why would anyone be stupid enough to record something like that?" he asked. "That's worse than your photo of Susan eating your pussy," he said to his daughter.
"I think it's just disgusting," his wife said in her strange eastern European accent.
"You never liked sucking cock anyway," the President snorted.
"Definitely not yours, you pig," she replied, getting to her feet and leaving the room. "If you hadn't transferred $500 million to me, I'd have divorced you and not wait until you're kicked out of office. I'll take half of whatever you've got left when I do. You'll see."
"Things still not good between the two of you?" Eve asked innocently, secretly enjoying what she had just seen, still jealous that the former escort and underwear model had supplanted her own mother.
"Not since that stupid porn star opened her mouth about me," the President replied. "She knew that I wasn't a one-woman man. She was pissed off because I didn't use a condom. That's okay, though. She wasn't ever a good fuck, just good to look at."
"The cover not keeping up with the book?" Jerry asked cleverly.
"Huh?" the President asked, not understanding the oblique reference.
"What are you going to do?" Eve asked. "If it weren't for the Senator, you'd never get anything passed."
"I'm going to talk to the Governor, make sure that he appoints someone who knows what the score is," the President replied. "Jerry, get him on the phone for me, right now," he ordered.
"Yes, sir," Jerry said, pulling out his phone.
"Hank, what the fuck is going on in Kentucky?" the President asked when Jerry handed him his phone after getting the Governor on the line. "You have someone in mind to replace him? What do you mean, you're still trying to figure it out? You better fucking find the right person or you'll be looking for a new job, too, because I'll support anyone who runs against you. Got it? You fucking better," he said, handing the phone back to Jerry. "What a fucking douchebag."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"My god, Bill, you did it," Ann gasped as she watched the news with him.
"That's the first part," Bill said, smiling grimly. "Now we need to see if the Governor cares more for his own ass than the President's."
"Speaking of asses, mine could use some of your cock," Ann said, reaching for his zipper.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Ann was quaking in front of the President's desk the next morning, listening to him rant and rave. Even Eve seemed cowed, standing next to him, but keeping a bit of distance and not resting her hand on his shoulder as was her usual wont.
"How can he appoint that fucking nigg...black piece of shit to the Senate?" the President fumed. "He's not even a Republican! I thought he had to appoint someone from the same party."
"It seems that Mr. Small changed his party affiliation just before the end of the year," Ann said. "He's now a registered Republican, therefore he can be appointed to replace the Senator."
"But why would he do it?" the President asked, total confusion on his face. "That guy has been the biggest thorn in his side ever since he became Governor. He must have something on him. Find out what it is. We've got to stop him from making a mistake like this."
"Mr. President, I think a bigger worry is what are you going to do about Secretary of Transportation Wong," Ann said. "She's sitting there watching her husband with a big smile on her face."
"Fucking chink," the President growled. "I knew I shouldn't trust her. Obviously, she's got to go."
"That's clear, but how are you going to handle having appointed her in the first place?" Ann asked. "On top of Secretary Doves, Senator Lamm, and now Senator McKinney, people who have been considered your closest confidants and friends, people are going to be asking some very unpleasant questions about you."
"What do you mean?" the President asked. "I'm not in those videos or photos. I have nothing to do with anything."
"You appointed them, have consistently referred to them as your best friends," Ann replied evenly. "They were your biggest and most outspoken supporters. Your judgement is going to be called into question. There is going to be spillover."
"You're my Senior Advisor," the President said, his eyes narrowing even further. "You tell me what I should do."
"Well, you're going to have to make some sort of a statement," Ann replied. "You can't just ignore it or call it fake news. Their resignations are not fake news. Secretary Doves' death is not fake news, no matter what people think about that photo. The Republican Party is almost in meltdown."
"This video is all over the internet?" the President asked.
"Just like the photos of Secretary Doves," Ann replied. "And not censored the way the evening news presented it."
"I want to see the uncensored version," the President said.
"I thought that you might," Ann replied. "I took the liberty of downloading it for you. Would you like to see it now?"
"Yes, put it up," the President replied.
Ann went over to the television and inserted her memory card into the slot. Almost immediately the video began to play, uncensored.
"Well, he sure doesn't have much of a cock, does he?" the President asked, chuckling as they all watched the video. "No wonder Wong doesn't mind. She probably wouldn't even feel it if he stuck it in her."
"She probably doesn't let him," Eve sniffed. "I sure wouldn't."
"You let Jerry," the President said.
"That's different," Eve replied, blushing. "He's got lots of money. She's got the money in that family."
"What is it?" the President snarled into the phone when it rang. "Okay, you can send him in."
"Mr. President," Chief of Staff Chris Vanger said as he entered, a worried look on his face, "you need to make a statement. The press is eating this up and they're trying to lay it all on you."
"Why me?" the President asked. "I'm not the one sucking his cock."
"It's not just that," Vanger replied. "It's also Secretary Wong. There's starting to be talk about the 25th Amendment, that you're mentally incompetent if you're appointing people like her and Secretary Doves."
"Ann, I want you to work with Chris on some sort of a statement," the President said. "What now?" he screamed into the phone when it rang. "Really? She's actually here? Well, send her in," he said, hanging up the phone. "This should be good. Start that video again, from the beginning," he instructed just as the door to the Oval Office opened and Secretary Wong entered, her face pale.
"Mr. President," Secretary Wong said as she entered, her eyes quickly taking count of who was present, "I don't know what to say."
"That pretty much says it all, I think," the President replied, pointing at the video playing on the big QLED TV that was mounted on the wall. "Can you explain that?"
"The Senator has some...issues," Secretary Wong replied weakly.
"You sure seem to enjoy his issues, it looks to me," Eve said, laughing as even more color drained from the Secretary's face. "I'd say that you have your own issues."
"I feel I must tender my resignation," Secretary Wong said, stepping forward and laying an envelope on the desk, tears starting to pour from her eyes.
"Great, just great," the President said. "And leave me holding the bag?"
"Mr. President, my life is ruined," Secretary Wong said, sobbing. "I'll never be able to show my face in public again. Neither will my husband. I'm worried that he might do something drastic."
"Might be better if he did," the President muttered. "Well, I don't accept your resignation because you're fired. How could you do this to me after all I've done for you? Your ingratitude is unbelievable. Now get out. I've got to figure out how to deal with this fucking mess. All of you, get out! Now! You can leave that," he said when Ann went to retrieve her memory stick.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"The President is deeply saddened and disappointed by the recent revelations about Senator Jess McKinney of Kentucky and his wife, Secretary of Transportation Louise Wong," Press Secretary Stephan Groffs said from the podium in the White House briefing room. "The President relied on the professional expertise of these individuals and feels that he was very well served by them. He clearly had no idea about their private lives, nor does he feel as though the private lives of any of persons are relevant as long as they are fulfilling the professional duties and responsibilities for which they are elected or hired. Secretary Wong has resigned to take care of her obviously ill husband. We look forward to announcing her replacement soon. The President's thoughts and prayers are with their family and all of the American people."
"Well, I think that was really good," Eve said, nodding as she watched the press briefing in her office with Ann. "That was obviously mostly your work, wasn't it? I mean, Stephan Groffs isn't smart enough to come up with that."
"It was a joint effort," Ann replied.
"Now we need to find someone to replace her," Eve said. "Someone without any embarrassing baggage. Who do you think that it should be?"
"I'd have no idea," Ann replied. "I've never been interested or involved in politics."
"Well, you're sure involved in it now, aren't you?" Eve asked, smiling.
"I'm trying not to be," Ann replied. "I'm trying to just do my job."
"Well, we need to find someone," Eve said. "Do you think you could come up with a few names?"
"I'd have no idea where to start," Ann protested.
"Well, since it's the Department of Transportation, I'd think it should be someone that at least knows something about the subject," Eve said. "Could you do some research, see what you can come up with?"
"I'm not sure that I want to do that," Ann replied slowly. "What if I come up with someone who turns out to be...well, have something hidden in their background that suddenly turns up. I'd hate to be responsible for more problems."
"You come up with some names and I'll tell my father that I did it," Eve replied slowly. "I hate to take credit that someone else deserves, but in this case, maybe I could help," she said disingenuously, ignoring her well-earned reputation for doing just that.
"I can try," Ann replied, "but I'm not comfortable with this at all."
"I'd really appreciate it," Eve said, smiling. "Maybe we could...I haven't been able to stop thinking about the other day. I loved the way you ate my pussy and I just loved eating yours. You have such sexy long pussy lips and you're so deliciously juicy."
"I-I-I don't know what to say," Ann replied, rocked by the unexpected comment.
"Did you enjoy it, too?" Eve asked.
"Well, yes," Ann replied, flustered, "though I was uncomfortable being in the Oval Office with your father watching."
"He's always liked watching me," Eve confessed. "He's really proud of how beautiful I am."
"You don't mind your father watching you?" Ann asked, amazed at how obtuse and oblivious Eve continued to be.
"No," Eve replied. "I know how much it turns him on. Don't you like being watched?"
"Uh, yes, it can be exciting," Ann replied, "but I don't think I'd want my father watching. Does he only watch you with other women?" Ann couldn't resist asking.
"No, but I've only fucked Jerry since we got married," Eve replied. "He watches us sometimes."
"How does Jerry feel about that?" Ann asked.
"He was pretty uncomfortable at first," Eve replied. "He had a bit of a problem getting hard, but he's gotten used to it now. Daddy usually lets him suck his cock after. I love seeing that."
"Is Jerry gay?" Ann asked, incredulous that Eve would so nonchalantly tell her such things.
"No, but he does like to suck cock," Eve replied. "He gets that from his father. I mean, we do have three kids."
"Wow," Ann said, shaking her head. "I just don't know what to say."
"Do you...does your husband like to watch you?" Eve asked.
"Yes," Ann replied.
"I mean with other people?" Eve qualified.
"Yes," Ann replied slowly.
"Men and women?" Eve asked, leaning forward and quickly licking her lips, her eyes shining.
"Yes," Ann replied.
"That must be nice," Eve sighed. "Jerry likes watching me with other women, though we've had to be far more discrete since Daddy became President. He takes pictures."
"Did he take that photo?" Ann asked.
"That's why I can't figure out how it got out," Eve said, shaking her head. "He'd never share it or any other photos like that."
"Does he ever...join in?" Ann asked, almost holding her breath.
"Gosh, no!" Eve replied, her eyes wide. "Does your husband?"
"Sometimes, yes," Ann admitted.
"With men and women?" Eve asked, her rising excitement palpable.
"Yes," Ann replied, smiling at the astonishment on Eve's face.
"I've always wondered what that would be like, two men at the same time," Eve admitted.
"You've never done that?" Ann asked, surprised.
"No," Eve replied, shaking her head. "Jerry would freak out. He's sort of jealous, but not of women. Your husband doesn't get jealous of you with another man?"
"Nothing makes my husband happier than seeing me happy," Ann replied with a smile. "He knows how much I love him, so he doesn't worry about it like that. He knows it for what it is."
"You are so lucky," Eve sighed. "I live in a fishbowl."
"If you could do it, would you?" Ann asked, a germ of an idea forming in her head.
"What, have sex with two men?" Eve asked, her eyes bright.
"Or with some other man and another woman," Ann replied.
"Yes, but I'd never be able to trust anyone like that," Eve replied with a sigh. "I'm too prominent, famous. Someone would talk."
"But you trust...well, me, Secretary Doves?" Ann asked.
"A woman would have just as much to lose as me," Eve replied. "A man, that's different. He wouldn't lose anything, just get famous. I dated a few guys who bragged about doing me afterwards."
"I guess I'm lucky," Ann said. "The men that my husband shares me with have never outed me and he'd never tell a soul. It's our lives and we don't live them publicly."
"My whole life is public," Eve lamented. "I'm too famous."
"If there was a way, would you do it?" Ann asked.
"There's no way," Eve replied, shaking her head.
"My husband's company has a condo right around the corner from Lilly Pulitzer's boutique," Ann said slowly. "There are no employees, only him. We could go shopping, then visit the condo," Ann suggested.
"You mean me have sex with you and your husband?" Eve asked, gasping.
"I'm sure that he wouldn't mind," Ann said.
"You wouldn't have a problem sharing him with me like that?" Eve asked.
"Well, we've eaten each other's pussies," Ann laughed.
"Gosh, I don't know," Eve said breathlessly.
"It was just a thought," Ann said. "But I should go," she added, looking at her watch. "I have a bunch of reports to get ready for the President."
"Does your husband know that we..." Eve started to ask.
"Of course not," Ann lied. "That was just between us, and your father."
"I don't know," Eve said, fidgeting in her seat. "What's your husband like?"
"The best person I've ever met or known," Ann replied easily. "There's nobody on this planet that I've ever trusted more. His cock is 6" and he can get it up over and over again."
"Really?!" Eve gasped. "Jerry's never been able to do it more than once and he never lasts very long."
"My husband can fuck forever," Ann laughed. "Sometimes I have to beg him to stop."
"Oh, my god!" Eve gasped, her eyes wide. "I've never been with a guy like that."
"Then you're really missing out," Ann sighed. "I can't wait to get home every day so that he can jump my bones."
"I have to let Jerry fuck me every Friday as long as I'm not having my period," Eve said. "It's his religion."
"Don't you ever...do it other times?" Ann asked.
"Not really," Eve replied, shrugging. "I mean, it's not like it shakes my world or anything."
"I'm sorry," Ann said, meaning it. "My husband shatters my world. He makes me cum like crazy."
"The only time I've ever had an orgasm was with a woman," Eve said.
"Well, at least you've had that," Ann said.
"Maybe you could sort of feel him out, see how he would feel about it," Eve said after a minute.
"Sure," Ann replied. "Now I need to go do some work."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Unbelievable!" Bill panted, holding Ann's ankles in his hands while he slid his cock in and out of her pussy. "You want me to fuck her?"
"Why not?" Ann replied, her hand busy between her legs, furiously rubbing her big clit while her husband fucked her. "I think it might be very useful."
"What are you thinking?" Bill asked.
"Well, her support would make me and my position pretty much unassailable," Ann replied, moaning as yet another orgasm ripped through her body.
"It would be incredible leverage," Bill said. "You think that she'd let me film it?"
"Not a chance," Ann replied, grinding her pussy up against her husband's thrusting cock. "She's as paranoid as they get and totally repressed. Quite frankly, she could use a good fucking."
"Then I'd have to hide the cameras," Bill said, smiling.
"She is desperate for positive attention," Ann said. "Everyone strokes her, but I don't think that she's totally stupid. She realizes that they're stroking her and therefore she trusts nobody. What she really wants to do is have two men at once. I think that if we can gain her trust, that we can help her realize her wish."
"I'm going to cum," Bill gasped, pulling his cock from Ann's pussy and releasing her ankles, helping her to sit up. "Fuck yeah," he sighed as Ann's lips locked around his glistening, gooey cock as it exploded, cum gushing into her mouth as she sucked him off.
"What about names to replace Secretary of Transportation Wong?" Ann asked, swallowing the last of his cum, her tongue probing the slit of his cock for any last dregs.
"I don't know," Bill said, sighing as he looked down at his wife licking her lips, her dark nipples hard and sticking out on her chest.
"Look, if we give her 3-4 names, really qualified names, Republicans, it will raise her credibility with her father," Ann said. "I've heard him really put her down. He respects nobody, but she's definitely his favorite person in the world other than himself."
"It bothers me to help that asshole," Bill growled.
"Think of it as helping America, then," Ann replied. "I know you care. Wouldn't you rather have a good person in the job?"
"I'll look into it," Bill promised.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"How can this be happening?" the President asked the next morning as Ann stood in front of his desk next to Chris Vanger, the Chief of Staff, while Eve stood in her usual position next to him, a hand on his shoulder. "Why are all of these chickenshit losers quitting?"
"Mr. President," Chris Vanger replied, "I personally reached out to each of the 26 judges. They all said pretty much the same thing, that they realized that the job just wasn't for them, that they preferred to return to private practice and make money."
"But 26 of them at the same time?" the President queried, disbelief writ large on his face. "There's something else going on here."
"If there is, I can't find it," Chris Vanger replied. "I've used any legal avenues of investigation I can to find out and they all come up blank."
"Mr. President," Amanda Searls interrupted as she opened the door to the Oval Office, "you should look at the breaking news on the TV."
"...and so, out of deference to my family, I am, as of this moment, resigning as Governor of the great State of Kentucky," Governor Hank Greeley was saying.
"Jesus Fucking Christ!" the President exploded. "What is going on?"
"I-I'll see what I can find out, Mr. President," a pale Chris Vanger replied, heading for the door.
"Since when do so many people just quit?" the President asked, his face a picture of puzzlement. "Fucking losers. What do you have for me?" he asked, glaring at Ann.
"I'm afraid I'm going to add to your bad news, Mr. President," Ann replied. "The jobs numbers that you announced are just one-offs for holiday hiring. Most of those jobs are going to be eliminated in the next week or two. Next month's numbers are going to show a big loss in jobs as a result."
"If I ran a business the way government seems to work, I'd be bankrupt," the President groused, conveniently ignoring the fact that 40% of his own businesses had failed and gone bankrupt, leaving thousands of people without jobs and contractors unpaid.
"And speaking of bankruptcies," Ann continued, "dozens of farmers have filed for bankruptcy in the past week and I expect that to continue and grow in numbers as the tariffs on China and the EU continue. Grain is piling up in warehousing due to orders being cancelled or not made as usual. The Chinese have turned to South America to make up about 40% of the shortfall."
"The tariffs stay," the President said, crossing his arms across his chest petulantly. "Find a way to help the farmers with emergency subsidies or something."
"We can't just order payments like that," Ann informed him. "Only Congress can do that and the House is not inclined to do so anytime soon."
"They're just trying to score points, hurt my re-election chances," the President complained. "That fucking bitch Agnelli is trying to cripple my presidency."
"Yes, sir," Ann replied. "But Speaker Agnelli has a solid majority in the House. The whispers are that she's going to drag her feet as long as she can, payback to the Senate where former Senator McKinney refused to act on any of the bills that the House passed to the Senate."
"That fucking cunt," the President practically screamed. "I will have her head! Everyone out! Tell Amanda to get Tony Pellegrini in here right away."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Wow! I have never seen him so mad," Eve said as she walked to her office, Ann walking with her at her request. "It's like the whole world is turning against him."
"It does seem like dominoes falling," Ann commented.
"Well, at least it's not my problem," Eve said as she flopped into her seat behind her desk and indicated that Ann should take a seat in front of the desk.
"It's going to put a lot of pressure on the Congressional representatives and Senators from the farm states," Ann observed.
"They'll support him," Eve insisted. "They're loyal. They believe in what he's doing."
"Maybe," Ann replied, "but seeing all of these resignations makes me think that when push comes to shove, it's every man or woman for themselves. They'll support him as long as it doesn't threaten their own positions."
"Have you seen the polling numbers?" Eve asked. "High 30s."
"That's his base," Ann observed. "As the President has said, he could shoot someone in broad daylight on 5th Avenue and nobody would touch him. His base will support him come hell or high water."
"That's loyalty," Eve said, nodding.
"Yes, they are loyal," Ann agreed, "but high 30s is not going to get him re-elected. It will also make it more difficult to get any of his agenda enacted because the Senators and Representatives have to take their constituents' attitudes into account. At the end of the day, they all want to be re-elected and the President doesn't vote."
"God, what a mess," Eve sighed, drumming her expensively manicured fingernails on her desk. Picking up her phone, she dialed, then waited. "Jerry, you should go visit Daddy," she said. "He's pretty upset. Maybe you can help him to calm down. Yes, I'll see you later for dinner," she said, closing the phone.
"Do you need me for anything?" Ann asked. "I do have some work that I should do."
"Did you talk to your husband?" Eve asked.
"Yes, I did," Ann replied, nodding.
"What did he say?" Eve asked.
"He was flattered, honored that you'd consider joining us for some fun," Ann replied.
"Really!?" Eve asked, her face beaming.
"Really," Ann assured her.
"You know, the Secret Service goes everywhere with me," Eve said.
"That shouldn't be a problem unless they have to be in the same room with you at all times," Ann said.
"They'd insist on checking," Eve said. "They'd never just let me go anywhere without making sure that there was no threat."
"Let them check," Ann said, shrugging. "They'll find nothing to worry about. They can stand guard in the hallway if they want."
"Won't they...hear us?" Eve asked, her eyes bright.
"Do you make a lot of loud noise when you..." Ann asked.
"No, never," Eve replied.
"Then I wouldn't worry about it," Ann said. "What would you tell them?"
"Well, after we go shopping, could we order some lunch and have it delivered?" Eve asked.
"Definitely," Ann replied, nodding. "We order from Chaia all the time."
"I'd have to tell my father," Eve said. "I can't just go like that, especially not with you. You work for him."
"Then by all means, tell him," Ann replied, "that we're going shopping and then ordering lunch that we'll eat at my husband's office."
"The Secret Service will check him out," Eve warned.
"He has nothing to hide," Ann assured her. "Many members of Congress are clients, as well as a number of foreign governments."
"You really think we could do it?" Eve asked nervously.
"Look, let's go shopping, then order lunch," Ann suggested. "If you're comfortable with things, we can take it from there. Don't put any pressure on yourself."
"God, this is so exciting!" Eve said, her eyes shining. "Will he eat my pussy?"
"We both will," Ann replied, laughing.
"Oh, god!" Eve laughed, clapping her hands. "Uh, did you happen to find any names to replace Secretary Wong?"
"I'm still checking," Ann replied. "I might have something tomorrow or the day after."
"If I can bring Daddy some good news, I can distract him from all of the bad news that seems to be happening," Eve said.
"I'll go work on it some more now," Ann suggested.
"Okay," Eve agreed, nodding. "And thanks, Ann, for everything."
"Don't mention it," Ann said as she got to her feet. "That's what friends are for, to help each other."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"She's definitely going to go for it," Ann said as she rolled her hips, fucking Bill, her hands on his chest as her pussy milked his cock. "She's not even trying not to do it. She'd even factored how to deal with the Secret Service, who, by the way, will probably pay you a visit when she puts it on her schedule."
"What a fucked-up world we live in," Bill laughed, reaching up to pinch and pull on her hard, dark nipples, causing her to gasp as her pussy clamped down on his cock.
"Did you have any luck with some names to replace Secretary Wong?" Ann asked.
"Yeah," Bill groaned, feeling his orgasm imminent. "I'm going to cum."
"About time," Ann said, dismounting him and leaning over to take him into her mouth, sucking on him, feeling his cock swell, then explode, hot thick cum spurting into her eagerly sucking mouth.
"Here are three names," Bill said when they finished and were enjoying a glass of wine. "Impeccable credentials, Republicans, and each of them has a skeleton in their closet that I'd be willing to bet would never show up on any governmental security check."
"Good, one of them is a woman," Ann said as she read the short list with just a basic sketch of their credentials and qualifications.
"Yeah, she likes a pussy snack from time to time," Bill said with a chuckle. "One of the guys has a thing about glory holes, only he doesn't go there to get his cock sucked, he goes to suck cocks. The other guy has been fucking his married secretary for years and has actually managed to keep it very under wraps."
"God, you are terrible," Ann laughed. "And you're sure that none of that will show up in their background checks?"
"Not even a deep check," Bill replied.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Daddy, I have some good news for you," Eve said the next day in the Oval Office.
"Well, I could use some," the President sighed.
"Here," Eve said, placing the sheet of paper with the three names on his desk. "These people might make a good Transportation Secretary."
"Where did you get these names?" the President asked, looking at her.
"Lots of research," Eve replied. "I couldn't find anything wrong with any of them, though I imagine that you're going to make sure that the background checks are very thorough. I can only do so much with the internet."
"I could use some good press for a change," the President said, sitting back, one hand sliding up the back of Eve's leg to cup her ass and knead it. "This has been a real shit week," he said, his hand moving to her upper thigh, his fingers slipping into her panties to slide over her pussy, then between her lips and up into her as Eve moaned, sagging onto his fingers as he slid them in and out of her a few times before withdrawing them.
"I'm going to go shopping and have lunch with Ann," Eve said, catching her breath, smiling as she watched her father sucking on his fingers which had just been in her pussy.
"Make sure the Secret Service knows," the President said.
"I will," Eve promised.
"I think I'll go up to the Residence," the President said. "I need a break for a while."
"I'll go back to my office and give the Secret Service a call," Eve said.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Where is everybody?" the President asked when he got upstairs to the Residence area of the White House and found it totally silent. "She didn't have anything on her schedule today. She should be here."
Walking down the hallway to his wife's bedroom - she had stopped sharing his shortly after moving into the White House - he turned the handle and opened the door, sticking his head in to see if she was there and froze, his mouth dropping in disbelief when he saw her primary Secret Service agent on his knees behind her on the bed, his cock pointing at her ass and pussy which was gaping open, cum running from between her pussy lips and dripping down onto the bed.
"What the FUCK is going on here?" he shouted, throwing the door open and entering the room. "I'll see you fired and jailed," he threatened the pale-faced agent.
"You'll do nothing of the sort," Sylvia said, not moving from her position on her knees, her face and chest pressed against the bed, her violet eyes glaring at him. "If you do, I'll make sure the press knows exactly why, you pig. You fuck porn stars, hookers, and you expect me to just sit by and smile? Fuck you. I'll fuck anyone I want, whenever I want. Now get out of here, we're not done."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Oh, this is so much fun!" Eve giggled, several bags of Lilly Pulitzer purchases in her hand.
"How can you stand it?" Ann asked. "Everyone crowding around. No privacy."
"Oh, you get used to it," Eve replied. "I just ignore them."
"I could never get used to it," Ann said, shaking her head.
"Well, I think that you'd better get used to it," Eve said. "Whether you like it or not, our picture is going to on every possible news outlet in the world before the end of the day. The whole world is going to want to know who you are."
"Oh, god!" Ann gasped. "I didn't realize...this is terrible!"
"You'll be fine," Eve assured her. "You're my father's Economic Advisor accompanying me on a shopping trip."
"How do your friends deal with this?" Ann asked as they made their way out of the store.
"I don't really have any," Eve replied. "Oh, there are a bunch of pretend friends, but I know they're just using me. They're not really my friends. Any of them would stick a knife in my back if it would give them some advantage bigger than being seen hanging out with me."
"That's terribly cynical," Ann said.
"Maybe, but it's the way it is," Eve replied bitterly. "At least I know it."
"It seems so...empty," Ann commented.
"I have my father," Eve said as they arrived at their car, surrounded by the Secret Service detail. "Shopping is hungry work," she said as they entered the vehicle.
"Do you want to get some lunch now?" Ann asked.
"The way we discussed?" Eve asked, her voice almost trembling.
"If you like," Ann replied, smiling.
Eve ordered the driver and in just a couple of minutes they were parked in front of The Residences at The Ritz-Carlton at 3150 South Street NW where Bill's office was located on the top floor. Two Secret Service agents accompanied them up to Bill's office, The Future, LLC, and insisted upon entering first. Bill was there and they seemed to be familiar with him, but did a quick check of the entire condo before satisfying themselves that it was safe for Eve before exiting and taking up stations outside the door.
"Eve, this is my husband, Bill," Ann introduced.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Bill said, smiling as he gently shook her hand.
"Thank you," Eve replied. "This is a beautiful office," she commented, walking over to the floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking the Potomac. "It's got a great view."
"That's pretty much why I picked it," Bill replied.
"How about some wine?" Ann suggested. "We have Chaia's menu here, so we can see what to order."
"That sounds good," Eve replied, sitting down on the sofa facing the view.
Ann produced the menu and joined Eve on the sofa while Bill opened the wine refrigerator and produced a bottle of Cakebread Chardonnay.
"Will this be okay?" he asked, showing Eve the bottle.
"Oh! That's my favorite wine!" she exclaimed, surprised delight on her face.
Ann called Chaia and ordered lunch while Bill poured the wine, then joined them, sitting on a chair next to the sofa.
"God, it is so nice to be out of the fishbowl," Eve sighed after taking a big sip of wine.
"I imagine it can get to be a bit much," Bill said.
"It's the price we have to pay," Eve said.
They engaged in some innocuous small talk, Bill pouring the rest of the bottle into their glasses just as there was a knock on the door. Answering the door, Bill found the Secret Service agent checking the packages of food that the Chaia delivery person was nervously holding.
"Thank you," Bill said when the Secret Service agent finally approved, taking the packages from the delivery person. "Please thank Suzanne for me."
"Oh, this is so delicious," Eve said when she tasted her taco salad.
"We love their food," Ann said. "Bettina and Suzanne have done a great job with this restaurant. It's almost impossible to get a seat without a reservation anymore."
"I can always get a table anywhere," Eve said, not noticing Bill rolling his eyes at Ann.
"Some more wine?" Bill asked.
"Mmm, yes, please," Eve replied.
"As good as ever," Ann sighed when she finally sat back, sated.
"It was wonderful," Eve agreed as Bill emptied the second bottle of wine into their glasses.
"Would you like to see the rest of the condo?" Ann asked.
"Sure," Eve replied, getting to her feet, glass of wine in hand as she followed Ann.
Eve didn't appear to be particularly impressed as Ann showed her around until they got to the master bedroom, which Ann had deliberately saved for last, noticing that the cameras were gone, or at least not visible.
"Oh, wow, this is great," Eve said, walking over to the big round bed in the corner, taking in the view.
"We love to fuck here, looking out over the river and the city," Ann said. "Our town home is pretty normal, in a neighborhood with no real view."
"I love having my pussy eaten, looking out over New York from our condo," Eve replied, giggling. "I always wonder if there's someone in one of the other buildings with a telescope watching."
"Well, we don't have to worry about that here," Ann said.
"I like this round bed," Eve said, running a hand over the quilted top.
"Would you like me to eat your pussy on it?" Ann asked, smiling as Eve's face lit up.
"Oh, god," Eve gasped, her eyes wide. "Do you think that it's okay?"
"It's the perfect finish to a good meal, don't you think?" Ann asked.
"What about Bill?" Eve asked, glancing towards the door.
"He can join us in a bit, if you'd like," Ann replied. "Would you like me to shut the door?"
"N-no, it's okay," Eve replied, licking her lips nervously.
"Maybe we should undress," Ann suggested. "Our clothes will get wrinkled."
"I'm a little nervous," Eve said. "I've never done anything like this."
"I'll bet that you're going to enjoy it so much that it won't be the last time," Ann said, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor, revealing that she was naked beneath, her long pussy lips hanging down.
"This is so crazy," Eve giggled, doing the same, then her silk slip to reveal a pair of sheer panties, her clam-shell pussy clearly visible beneath.
Ann was very aware of Eve eyeing her as she removed her blouse, revealing her hard, dark nipples protruding from her chest as she finally stood naked.
"My breasts were pretty small before..." Eve said, removing her blouse to reveal a sheer bra, her hard, pale nipples visible sticking out. "Didn't you ever think of getting implants?" she asked.
"No," Ann replied, reaching up with both hands to find and pinch and pull on her hard, dark nipples.
"I had to," Eve said, reaching behind herself to unhook her bra, letting it fall forward to reveal her surgically perfect C-cup breasts. "In our society, breasts are a must."
"It doesn't bother me," Ann said, kneeling in front of Eve and reaching for her panties. "My nipples are hypersensitive and Bill never lets them alone," she explained as she peeled Eve's panties down.
"Oh, god," Eve was panting as Ann gently pushed her back onto the bed, climbing up after her, lifting her legs and pushing them up towards her chest, looking down at her fat outer lips spreading apart to reveal the tiny inner lips and clit glistening pinkly.
Looking up at Eve, whose mouth was hanging open as she leaned on her elbows, her eyes never left her face as she slowly extended her tongue and dragged it up through Eve's pussy, tasting her tangy, spicy flavor before sinking her tongue into her honey hole, then gluing her mouth to her as she drank.
"Oh, that feels so good," Eve sighed, laying back, her arms spread wide as Ann continued to eat her pussy.
Ann smiled into Eve's pussy when she felt Bill's hands on her hips, followed by his cock sliding into her pussy as she knelt on the bed eating Eve's pussy.
"Oh, god, oh, god," Eve gasped, arching her pussy up against Ann's mouth as she came, her whole body spasming as her orgasm tore through her.
"That was nice," Ann said when she lifted her pussy-smeared face from Eve's pussy, smiling as she crawled up her body, pulling away from Bill's cock and leaning down to lick Eve's lips, knowing that she would be able to taste herself, then continuing up until she was kneeling with her knees next to Eve's ears, her spread pussy poised just above Eve's face.
"God, I just love your pussy lips," Eve said, reaching up and wrapping her hands around Ann's thighs as she pulled her pussy down onto her mouth, sucking her long pussy lips in, tasting the musky flavor of her juices as they flowed liberally from her pussy.
Ann felt Eve gasp into her pussy, her tongue in her hole, and looked back over her shoulder to see Bill pressing Eve's thighs wide apart, his tongue in her pussy.
"Ahhh," Eve moaned, her whole body trembling as she came, Bill's tongue busy in her pussy.
Ann reversed herself so that she was facing Bill, taking Eve's ankles in her hands, sighing when she felt Eve's tongue once again busy in her pussy. She smiled when she saw Bill get up, his mouth and chin covered with Eve's pussy juices, Eve stiffening momentarily when Bill began rubbing his cock up and down between her spread pussy lips, then relax, moaning as Bill fed his cock into her.
"Oh, god, that feels so good," Eve gasped as Bill's cock filled her pussy, surprising Bill by its tightness as he began to fuck her.
Ann hooked Eve's legs beneath her arms and leaned over, letting her tongue slide along Bill's cock as it slid in and out of Eve's pussy, also teasing her tiny button of a clit while Bill fucked her. Ann climbed off of Eve's body, allowing her to see Bill for the first time, her eyes wide as she watched him fucking her.
"Your pussy is nice and tight," Bill told her as he really started fucking her with some force.
"Your cock feels so good," Eve gasped as he continued to fuck her.
Ann knelt next to them, watching as Bill's cock continued to sluice in and out of Eve's pussy, Eve laying back, her mouth open, softly moaning as Bill fucked her. After several more minutes, Bill pulled his cock from Eve's pussy and crawled up her body, sticking his glistening, gooey cock into Eve's open mouth, her eyes wide as she closed her lips on him, her tongue rolling around the head of his cock, tasting herself.
Eve arched her hips when she felt Ann's mouth on her pussy once again, at the same time Bill let himself go without warning, hot thick cum pumping into her mouth, causing her to cough and gag before she gulped reflexively, swallowing as Bill continued to empty his balls into her mouth, not withdrawing his cock before squeezing every drop of cum possible from it into her mouth.
Eve lay gasped, swallowing, trying to clear her mouth of the cloying taste and thickness of Bill's cum, her whole body vibrating.
"That looked like fun," Ann said, leaning over and swiping her tongue across Eve's cum-covered lips.
"I-I've never done that before," Eve gasped, hesitatingly smiling.
"Done what?" Ann asked.
"Sucked a guy's cock after it had been in me," Eve replied.
"How did you like the taste of your own pussy on a cock?" Ann asked, smiling down at her.
"It tasted good," Eve replied, blushing.
"You've never tasted your own pussy before?" Ann asked in astonishment.
"No," Eve replied, shaking her head.
"I love the taste of a cock straight from a pussy, especially my own," Ann said. "And then when it goes off, a big mouthful of cum, there's nothing better."
"I never let guys cum in my mouth," Eve said.
"Really?! Never?" Ann asked, her mouth dropping open in surprise.
"No," Eve replied, shaking her head. "It just seemed so gross and they all always wanted to."
"God, for me, the best part of sex is a mouthful of cum," Ann said.
"I have a couple of friends who say the same thing," Eve said.
"Well, my cock liked the way it felt in your mouth," Bill said.
"It tasted...good, once I stopped thinking about it," Eve admitted.
"Would you like to see us fuck?" Ann asked.
"You can do that, already?" she asked, the astonishment clear on her face.
"He can always get it up," Ann laughed, pushing Bill over onto his back and mounting him, reaching beneath herself to guide his cock to her pussy and sinking down on it. "Why don't you sit on his face while I fuck him?" she suggested.
"Oh, god, this is so much fun," Eve laughed as she complied, facing Ann and watching as she rose up and down on Bill's cock, his tongue busy in her own pussy. "I can't believe that you're eating my pussy after fucking me."
"Why not?" Ann asked. "He says it always tastes better then because the juices are flowing."
"Nobody ever did it to me before," Eve gasped, writhing on Bill's face as his tongue stimulated her pussy.
Several minutes later, Ann dismounted Bill's cock, leaning over and taking it into her mouth while Eve watched wide-eyed, still riding Bill's tongue, gasping when she saw cum shooting from Bill's cock into Ann's mouth, covering her tongue in thick white goo, Ann making sure to keep her mouth open, jacking Bill's cock onto her tongue so that Eve could see, finally visibly gulping everything down before wrapping her lips around his cock and totally sucking him off, sitting up on her knees, licking her lips, a satisfied smile on her face.
"Oh, god!" Eve gasped, falling over onto her side, holding her pussy tightly as her body spasmed in orgasm.
"Are you having fun yet?" Ann asked, leaning over to smile at Eve.
"I have never cum so much before," she gasped, a tremor running through her body.
"Nice, isn't it?" Ann asked.
"Is it always like this?" Eve asked.
"With us it is," Ann replied.
"No wonder you like it so much," Eve sighed.
"How about some more wine?" Bill suggested. "Then I want to fuck that tight pussy of yours again."
"Oh, god!" Eve laughed. "Yes!"
"Now for some tasty pussy," Bill said after they had drained a glass of wine, pushing Eve onto her back and her knees up to her chest, lowering his face to her split, clam-shell pussy and plunging his tongue into her, causing her to moan and arch her hips against his mouth. "Ready for some more cock?" he asked, looking up at her from between her spread thighs.
"Yes!" Eve gasped. "Yes!"
"Amazing how tight your pussy is after three kids," Bill commented as he filled her pussy with his cock.
"God, that feels so good," Eve gasped, humping up against him as he began to fuck her.
Ann knelt next to them, enjoying seeing Bill's cock sliding in and out of Eve's pussy. She reached out, rubbing Eve's tiny button of a clit while Bill continued fucking her. After a couple of minutes, Eve started gasping, mewling as the combination of Bill's cock and Ann's finger on her clit had their effect, moaning out loud as her whole body spasmed as an intense orgasm shook her. At the same time, Bill let loose, pumping cum into Eve's spasming pussy, not stopping until he had drained himself, pulling out to look at her spread pussy leaking cum.
"Oh, god," Eve gasped, panting as she lay back, her legs splayed wide apart. "You came in me," she said, reaching down between her legs and then lifting her cum-covered fingers and staring at them.
"Let me help you with that," Ann said, crawling between Eve's spread legs and dragging her tongue up through her cum-filled pussy before gluing her mouth to her and feasting on the cum cocktail filling her.
"Oh, my god!" Eve practically screamed. "You're not...oh, my god. Oh, my god," she gasped as Ann ate her pussy, not stopping until she had gotten every bit of cum that she could find. "I've never...nobody has ever done that," Eve gasped.
"What a shame," Ann said, licking her lips. "Pussy is never tastier than when it's full of cum."
It was obvious that the fun was over and they dressed, Eve taking her time to get her make-up and hair perfect, once again looking like the kewpie doll that she always appeared to be in public.
"I don't know what to say," Eve said as they prepared to leave. "I've never done anything like this before."
"Well, I hope that you enjoyed it as much as I did," Bill said.
"I did," Eve replied. "I should be ashamed of myself, but I'm not."
"And you shouldn't be, either," Ann said. "This was just sex, nothing more. It takes nothing away from your marriage," she added, knowing what Eve was thinking.
"Jerry has never and could never satisfy me like this," Eve said, shaking her head. "He's a great dad, but he leaves a lot to be desired when it comes to making sex fun and exciting."
"But you love him, don't you?" Ann asked.
"I suppose so," Eve replied unconvincingly. "But it doesn't matter. Thank you," she said, hesitating, then hugging Bill fiercely.
"Definitely my pleasure," Bill replied, hugging her back. "Any time."
"Really!?" Eve asked, her face brightening.
"I sure hope this won't be a one-off," Bill replied, grinning at her.
"Oh, god!" Eve said, her cheeks flushing. "We'd better go. They'll start wondering."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Amanda," the President said into the phone, "get Chris Vanger, Steve Einstein, and Tony Pellegrini in here right away."
"Yes, Mr. President," Amanda Searls replied.
"Mr. President?" Chris Vanger said when the three men were all present in the Oval Office.
"I want to divorce Sylvia," the President said.
"Jesus!" Chris gasped. "That will have serious repercussions on the election."
"Is there any reason to do this now?" Tony asked. "Can't it wait until after the election?"
"The optics are going to be terrible," Chris said. "You already poll poorly with women. You dump your wife, you'll lose them even more."
"I caught that bitch red-handed in bed getting fucked by her lead Secret Service agent," the President replied, his eyes narrowed, crossing his arms over his chest in his defensive posture.
"Oh, fuck," Tony said. "Oh, fuck."
"Mr. President," Steve said, "just playing devil's advocate, even though you're perfectly right in wanting a divorce for such a thing, I'm sure that her legal team will throw up all of the allegations that have been reported in the press about you and other women, whether they're true or not. It would be very, very ugly and certainly politically self-destructive."
"It would kill any chances for re-election," Chris said emphatically. "But you should fire the FBI agent."
"She said that she'd go to the press if I did," the President replied. "She told me that she'll fuck whoever she wants, whenever she wants. She didn't even make him use a condom," he added as the door to the Oval Office opened and Eve entered. "She was on her hands and knees and I could see his cum running from her pussy."
"Who?" Eve asked as she took her usual place at her father's side, a hand on his shoulder.
"Sylvia," the President replied.
"Oh, my god!" Eve gasped, her other hand going to her mouth. "Well, I'm not surprised. What do you expect from a former underwear model? I never understood why you married that slut," she added, conveniently forgetting her own afternoon.
"You have to decide what's more important to you," Tony said, "divorcing her or getting re-elected. I agree with Chris, you divorce her, you can kiss a second term good-bye. It's already happened, so you can't make it not happen. Might be better to just suck it up until you get re-elected, then do it."
"I agree," Chris said.
"As distasteful as it might be, I agree," Steve added.
"The country needs you," Eve said. "Getting re-elected is more important."
"That fucking bitch," the President growled, his frustration obvious. "Cuckolding me! I'm the goddamned President of the United States! Okay, you can go, but not a word of this to anyone," he warned.
"Of course not, Mr. President," Chris said as the three men moved towards the door.
"I could fucking kill her!" the President exploded when they had gone. "She loves it from behind. He was just kneeling there. Her pussy was wide open, cum running from it. Fucking slut! Unfaithful bitch! You'd never do anything like that to Jerry, would you?" he asked, his hand sliding up the back of her leg to her ass.
"Of course not, Daddy," Eve replied, hoping he wouldn't notice her blushing, almost gasping when she felt his fingers slipping into her panties and finding her sopping pussy.
"You always have such a nice, wet pussy," the President said, his fingers slipping into her.
"You know how much it excites me when you touch me like that, Daddy," Eve said, her legs trembling.
"Sylvia used to get wet like that in the beginning," the President said, withdrawing his fingers from her pussy and his hand from beneath her skirt, looking at his glistening fingers before sucking on them. "She used to beg for my cock."
"What woman wouldn't want you?" Eve asked.
"Fucking bitch," the President swore.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"The children are happy to see you," Eve remarked as she, Jerry, and their children had dinner with the President that evening.
"They look great," the President said, picking up Ariana and holding her over his head. "Family is important, the most important. Loyalty, that's what family is all about."
"My family makes my life worth living," Jerry said. "They keep me grounded."
"I haven't seen that dress before," the President said, looking at Eve.
"I got it today when I went shopping with Ann," Eve replied, blushing.
"So you like her now?" the President asked.
"Yes," Eve replied. "Once I got to know her, I realized how special she is."
"That's why I made her my personal advisor in addition to being my Economic Advisor," the President replied.
"She's so real," Eve said. "We had lunch with her husband, who is also very nice. I hope that we do it again. I had a lot of fun with her."
"Well, you might have some free time on your hands for the next few days," the President said. "I want Jerry to go to Saudi Arabia and talk with MAS."
"What about?" Jerry asked, knowing that he was referring to Mahmud al Saud, the crown prince with whom he had established a good relationship, in spite of being Jewish.
"I want them to buy weapons," the President replied. "I need to show the American people that I can help them make money. A $5-10 billion deal would show them that I'm the best deal-maker President ever."
"They already know that," Jerry said sycophantically, as ever.
"I don't care if you have to suck that murdering son of a bitch's cock to get the deal done," the President said. "You just make sure that you come back with a deal. I think that he likes having a Jew suck his cock."
"Daddy, the children," Eve protested.
"Why don't you put them to bed," the President suggested.
Ariana, James, and Thomas each hugged their grandfather, then kissed their father before Eve led them from the room.
"You've got a great relationship with MAS," the President said. "He's mentioned that he likes you."
"He's okay," Jerry replied. "I'm not so sure that I trust him, though. He's pretty much all about himself."
"You've sucked his cock before?" the President asked.
"Only a couple of times," Jerry replied.
"Fucking towel heads are all boy lovers at heart," the President said. "He have a big cock?"
"Not so big, but fat," Jerry replied. "He cums a lot."
"Has he tried to fuck you?" the President asked.
"No, but he had his bodyguard fuck me the last time I sucked his cock," Jerry admitted. "He has a big cock."
"I can't believe that you're married to my daughter," the President sighed. "I hate fags, though you're not a fag, strictly speaking."
"No," Jerry agreed, squirming uncomfortably.
"At least you've given me grandchildren," the President said. "It's been a real shit day. How about sucking my cock for me, help me to relax?"
"Uh, sure," Jerry said, slipping from his seat to kneel in front of the President, his father-in-law, as he extracted his cock from his trousers.
When Eve returned to the room, she found her husband with his mouth full of her father's cock.
"Oh, yeah, yeah," the President gasped, his head thrown back as he came, filling Jerry's mouth as Eve stood next to him, her hand on his shoulder as she watched.
"It's good that Jerry can always help you to relax," she said as she felt his hand slide up her leg to her ass, his fingers worming their way into her panties and slipping between her wet pussy lips.
"I really needed that," the President sighed when Jerry sat back, licking his cum-slicked lips while the President sucked on his pussy'd fingers. "You should go fuck your wife now. You'll be gone for a few days."
"That's not necessary," Eve said, remembering what a real fucking felt like.
"Go on, it'll be good for both of you," the President insisted.
Eve tolerated Jerry being on top of her, her pussy not feeling full like Bill's cock had made it, remembering the afternoon and grateful when he came quickly like he always did before he rolled off of her and fell asleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Well, that was certainly something else," Eve commented to Bill that evening as his cock plunged in and out of her pussy.
"Definitely," Bill replied, grinning down at her. "I never imagined that I'd be fucking the President's daughter."
"It was the first time I've seen her as totally human," Eve said. "She forgot her act."
"Cumming like a mink will do that, won't it?" Bill asked, reaching down to rub Eve's hyper-sensitive clit, feeling her pussy respond by clamping down on his cock while her body writhed in orgasm.
"Bastard!" Eve gasped, raising her legs to lock around his waist. "Do that again."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I thought this whole thing was over," the President complained the next morning as he watched the news on the Oval Office TV with Ann, Chris Vanger, the Chief of Staff, and Tony Pellegrini, his personal attorney.
"It's got to be a fake," Tony said as they watched the news reader displaying the photo of a very young Supreme Court Justice Kent Caraway displaying his cock to a group of clearly horrified young girls.
"Jesus!" Chris gasped, pointing. "The red birthmark on the head of his cock, just like Dr. Kord described it in her testimony against him during the confirmation hearing."
"It's a fake!" Tony insisted.
"For his sake, I hope so," the President said, shaking his head. "What a small cock. Pathetic."
"The Democrats are going to jump all over this," Chris said. "They'll try to impeach him for lying during the confirmation."
"It's a fake photo!" Tony insisted.
"Ann, what do you think?" the President asked.
"Well, fake or not, that is clearly Justice Caraway's face," Ann replied.
"A simple forensic examination will prove that it's a fake photo," Tony insisted, wiping his forehead.
"Can a Polaroid photo be faked?" Ann asked.
"Anything can be faked," Tony snorted. "We do it all the time."
"So what do we do?" the President asked.
"Ignore it," Tony replied immediately. "Don't give it any credence by even acknowledging it."
"This is going to go viral," Ann said. "You won't be able to ignore it for very long."
"Get me Kent Caraway on the phone," the President said to Amanda Searls after getting her on the line. Right away."
"Fuck, another fucking disaster," Chris said, shaking his head.
"Kent, what the fuck is that?" the President asked, hitting the speaker phone button so that everyone could hear.
"M-Mr. President, I have no idea," a clearly rattled Kent Caraway replied. "Just more lies. It's an attempt to smear me."
"So that photo is a fake?" the President asked. "This never happened?"
"Never!" Justice Caraway insisted. "I've never done anything like that in my life. My whole life has been service to my country. My record is exemplary."
"Who is this guy who suddenly produced this photo, Tim Maulette?" the President asked.
"He was my best friend in high school," Justice Caraway replied.
"Some best friend," the President smirked. "Why do you think he's doing this?"
"I have no idea, Mr. President," Justice Caraway replied.
"They're reporting that they've had the Polaroid photo examined and that it is genuine," the President said, watching the TV screen.
"That's a lie, Mr. President," a clearly panicked Caraway replied. "It never happened."
"Well, this is going to be ugly," the President said.
"Oh, shit!" Chris Vanger said, pointing at the TV. "The House Ethics Committee is already announcing an investigation to see if they have grounds for impeachment. They're going to do this whole thing all over again."
"You had better get your shit together, Kent," the President said. "You need to be strong. Deny everything, vehemently. Never admit anything, ever. You understand?"
"Yes, Mr. President," Justice Caraway replied, his voice trembling. "I assure you that there's nothing to this. It's all a lie. I have two daughters. I'd never do anything like that."
"You didn't have two daughters back then," the President said, hanging up the phone.
"CZN has offered to share our verification investigation and the photo with the FBI and the CIA to support our reporting on this shameful story," the newsreader was saying on the TV.
"Amanda, get me the CIA director right away," the President barked into the speaker phone.
"Yes, Mr. President," Amanda replied.
"Jean, what are you doing about this Caraway mess?" the President asked when the CIA director came on.
"Mr. President, I've talked with the FBI director and we're coordinating sending a team to CZN to see what they have," she replied. "As soon as I have anything to report, I'll let you know."
"Make it fast, Jean," the President said. "We can't afford to give this time to grow any bigger."
"Yes, Mr. President," Jean Paslip replied before the President ended the call.
"Ann, what should I do?" the President asked.
"There's nothing for you to do other than what you've already done, Mr. President," Ann replied. "You cannot be seen to be interfering, that much is certain."
"You need to make a statement of support for Justice Caraway," Tony said.
"Definitely not!" Chris Vanger said immediately. "What if it's true? That will just compound the problem."
"You think that there's anything to it?" the President asked, his eyes narrowing.
"I certainly hope not, Mr. President," Chris replied, "but if there is anything to it, you can't be seen to be doubling down on Justice Caraway. You'll take enough of a hit for having nominating him in the first place and defending him against the claims all of the women who came forward to accuse him of sexual improprieties."
"I'm afraid that I agree with Mr. Vanger," Ann said. "You should do nothing, say nothing, until there is either corroboration or refutation by the CIA and the FBI."
"It's a fake!" Tony Pellegrini insisted.
"How do you know?" the President asked. "Were you there?"
"Oh, Daddy, this is so awful," Eve said as she entered the Oval Office and assumed her usual place at his side, her hand on his shoulder. "His poor family! I know what it's like to have false accusations made about you. It's just so unfair."
"I know, Sweetheart," the President said, patting her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure that there's nothing to it, just like with me, and it will all come out when the CIA and FBI do their thing and prove that the photo is a fake."
"Well, I just finally couldn't live with myself, knowing that it's all been a lie," Tim Maulette was saying on the TV. "I mean, when he was being confirmed, I thought to myself that he'd grown up and led an exemplary life, was a great judge, so that it wasn't fair that he was being punished for something that happened when we were teenagers. But the more I saw how the people who had been affected by this were having their lives deliberately destroyed because they told the truth, the harder it was for me to look at myself in the mirror."
"Jesus Fucking Christ!" the President exploded. "Who the fuck is this guy?"
"He's a nobody, a loser," Tony Pellegrini replied. "He's just trying to cash in and make some money."
"Okay, everybody out," the President said. "I need to talk with Ann."
Chris Vanger and Tony Pellegrini left, Eve not batting an eye, knowing that such orders never applied to her unless specifically told so.
"The tariffs, how much is it hurting the Chinese?" he asked.
"Not very much compared to how much it's hurting us, our citizens," Ann replied.
"Why not?" the President asked. "They're having to pay 50% more to export their stuff to us."
"No, Mr. President, they're not," Ann replied patiently. "Our citizens are the ones paying the extra 50%. It's only driving up the cost of everything for our citizens. The Chinese are already finding different outlets, especially in South America. Bankruptcies are increasing. Businesses are folding. Quite frankly, it's a disaster."
"Our people are tough," the President said. "They understand what I'm doing. They'll be fine. In the end, we'll have a fairer trade policy."
"Yes, Mr. President," Ann replied with a sigh.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Mr. President," Adam Splay, the FBI director said as he stood before the president alongside Jean Paslip, the CIA director, "the photo appears to be genuine. It's impossible to fake a Polaroid photo to the point where it is undetectable."
"My people tell me the same thing, Mr. President," CIA director Paslip added.
"Well, your people are obviously incompetent," the President snapped viciously. "Fucking incompetent. They can't even get something this simple right. I order you to say nothing about this to anyone, is that clear?"
"Yes, Mr. President," they both replied in unison.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I am surrounded by incompetent fools," the President groused to Eve as he slurped on his diet Pepsi.
"You're the President," Eve said, her hand on his shoulder. "Just replace them with competent people who understand what their job is."
"Maybe I should make you the CIA director," the President mused, his hand sliding up the back of her leg to fondle her ass.
"I don't think that I'd like that," Eve replied, her face glowing with pride that he'd even consider her. "They're so dull. They have no fashion sense at all."
"Let's see what Faux News is saying," the President said, clicking his remote control to activate the TV to his favorite news network.
"Anonymous sources at both the FBI and the CIA are reporting that the photo in question is authentic," the newsreader was saying. "I repeat; the FBI and the CIA are reporting that the photo in question is authentic."
"I ordered them to keep their mouths shut," the President shouted. "Why is there no loyalty?"
"This makes an impeachment of Justice Caraway a certainty," the newsreader was saying on the TV. "This will have serious ramifications for the Supreme Court. Will Justice Caraway be required to stand down during such a deliberation? This is one of the questions now being asked. The other question is what will the President do?"
"Those fucking idiots!" the President shouted, clicking the TV off as he visibly fumed. "They're supposed to be supporting me."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"The President has the greatest confidence in Justice Caraway," Stephan Groffs, the Press Secretary said in the White House press briefing room. "He looks forward to any efforts to impeach Justice Caraway to die the death they deserve based upon these obviously spurious and false allegations. The President is rightfully concerned about the effect this is having on Justice Caraway's wife and two daughters, having to once again endure false charges and innuendos against a fine husband and father."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Mmmph," Ann grunted as Bill's cock exploded in her mouth, cum gushing onto her tongue and down her throat as she finished sucking him off. "God, you have no idea how much I needed that," she gasped when she sat back licking her lips as she swallowed yet again. "What a crazy day. I was just waiting for the President's head to start spinning around on his head. I seriously thought he might stroke out."
"We could only hope," Bill said, laughing as he rolled Ann onto her hands and knees and got behind her, filling her sopping pussy with his cock.
"Do you think that they'll actually impeach Caraway?" Ann asked, rotating her ass and pressing back against Bill's thrusts.
"They're not going to have a choice, not with that photo," Bill replied, shuddering as Ann's pussy clamped down on his cock, milking him.
"The President will pick someone just as disgraceful to replace him," Ann grunted, moaning when Bill pulled his cock from her pussy and pressed it into her ass. "Fuck, yes!" she hissed as he began to fuck her ass.
"Probably, but I'll be digging as deep as I can to find some way to derail a bad choice," Bill replied, really slamming his cock in and out of his wife's ass. "One way or the other, we're going to ruin him and get rid of him," he said, groaning and pulling his cock from her ass, cum spraying all over her ass and pussy as he came.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Oh, Ann, it's so terrible!" Eve practically sobbed when Ann arrived at the White House the next morning to find Eve in her office.
"How are his wife and daughters?" Ann asked, herself shocked at the news that Justice Caraway had been found by his wife in his home office, the back of his head missing due to him sticking his gun in his mouth and pulling the trigger.
"His wife's in the hospital on suicide watch," Eve replied. "His daughters are both being monitored. Obviously, they're in shock."
"I'll tell her, Amanda," Simone Geils said after answering the phone. "The President would like to see you," she announced, not yet sure what to make of the unlikely friendship that seemed to have sprung up between Ann and Eve.
Ann was not surprised to find Chris Vanger in the Oval Office when she arrived with Eve, who took up her usual position next to her father, a hand on his shoulder, his face smoldering with rage.
"That fucking coward!" the President practically screamed. "Fucking loser coward! Why couldn't he just kill himself? Why did he have to admit that the photo was real?"
"Clearly, he was unstable," Chris Vanger replied. "He was always a very pious Catholic. Maybe he felt that he had to confess."
"I find that it is profoundly unfair that a youthful indiscretion should be held over me after a lifetime of exemplary service," the President read from a piece of paper on his desk. "What a fucking moron. Never admit anything, ever! How many times have I said that?"
"All the time, Daddy," Eve said, giving his shoulder a squeeze.
"Mr. President," Chris Vanger said, "you need to be considering who to nominate to replace him on the Supreme Court. There are some very important votes coming up. Without Justice Caraway, we might not win."
"Get me that list that the Federalist Society gave us," the President said. "Make sure that the names on it are beyond reproach. I can't afford another debacle like this. People will start questioning my judgment."
"Will you go to the funeral?" Eve asked.
"Chris?" the President asked.
"Mr. President, I see it as a lose-lose," Chris Vanger replied. "You'll be damned for not going and you'll be damned for going."
"He was a good man," the President said, crossing his arms defensively across his chest. "A little mistake like that when he was a teenager. Everyone made mistakes when they were young. His whole life shouldn't be judged on that. He had a great career."
"I think that you should go," Eve said. "People will see how compassionate you are. Think of his wife and daughters. It would be cruel to snub them like that."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Oh, my god!" Ann gasped as she watched the funeral of Justice Caraway on the television with Bill.
"He is a fucking lunatic," Bill said, shaking his head as they listened to the President go completely off the rails and rant at the media, blaming them for Justice Caraway's suicide, then attack the Democrats on the House Ethics Committee for their complicity.
They watched as the audience at the funeral stood in stunned silence as the President fumed, spittle spraying as he totally lost it, his face screwed up in anger.
"God Bless this fine man and his beautiful family," the President finished, looking confused at the total lack of a response from the audience until one of his staffers started to politely applaud and others joined in.
"That was one of the crassest things I have ever witnessed," one of the talking heads on CZN commented. "A total, unmitigated lack of class."
"At least he's consistent," one of the other talking heads on the panel chimed in. "He's never had any class but low class. That poor family."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Who is Charles Hawkins?" Ann asked Bill a couple of days later.
"He's a judge on the 10th Circuit," Bill replied. "His decisions are overturned more than any other judge from the 10th. He's almost prehistoric in his attitudes. He makes your basic conservative seem liberal. It would an historic travesty if he were appointed to the Supreme Court."
"Won't that work against him in a confirmation?" Ann asked.
"Probably not," Bill conceded, "not with the Republican majority in the Senate. They're furious with what happened to Caraway and will be looking for some serious payback. This guy would be a wet dream for them. He's also notorious for his leniency towards sexual offenders, mostly sides with them against the victim. One of his opinions actually blamed the woman for her own rape based upon what she was wearing and the brightness of her lipstick. Of course, it was overturned. He's been reprimanded half a dozen times for overstepping."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"He's a conservative's conservative," the President pronounced the next morning.
"He is, Mr. President," Chris Vanger agreed.
"Are we 100% sure that there's nothing that's going to pop up to embarrass us?" the President asked.
"So far, we can't find anything," Chris replied. "Besides the FBI, we've got over 50 people checking him out. He's a Methodist, hasn't missed a Sunday in church in more than 35 years. His wife teaches Sunday school, his son is a missionary for the church in Malawi, and his daughter works with handicapped children. Neither of the kids is married. They appear to be a quintessentially American family."
"Bob, has the DOJ got anything on him?" the President asked his Attorney General.
"Nothing that we can see, Mr. President," Bob Carr replied. "Not even a traffic ticket."
"If you're wrong, I'll fire all of you," the President threatened, his face darkening as they fidgeted. "I will not have another screw-up like Caraway."
"He does get reversed more than any other judge from the 10th Circuit, Mr. President," Chris Vanger said.
"If he becomes a Supreme Court justice, he won't have to worry about that anymore, will he?" the President asked.
"No, sir, that's correct," Chris Vanger replied. "There is no higher body of justice. What they decide is law."
"Keep me posted," the President said. "I want to know if anything, and I mean anything, comes up that might be questionable."
"Yes, sir," they all replied in unison.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Eve wants to see you," Simone said to Ann after hanging up the phone.
"Okay," Ann replied, sighing. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Hi, Ann," Eve greeted her, a big smile on her face. "It's been so crazy the past week. I've missed talking to you."
"I've been buried in work," Ann admitted, taking the seat in front of Eve's desk. "This is one crazy place to work."
"I know," Eve agreed. "It really keeps you on your toes. Uh, would you like to go to lunch again?"
"Well, sure," Ann replied, surprised. "Just us or..."
"You once said something about having two men at once," Eve said nervously, her fingers drumming on her desk.
"Yes," Ann replied, not believing what she was hearing. "Is that something that you'd like to try?"
"Maybe," Eve replied. "Yes, but I'm worried about anyone knowing. My father would be really pissed off if I created a scandal. He's got enough problems right now."
"Well, only the people involved would know," Ann replied.
"I trust you, and Bill," Eve said, "but what about the other man?"
"We have friends that we trust," Ann replied. "We've been with them many times and they've never said anything to anyone."
"What about the Secret Service?" Eve asked. "They're going to check the condo. They'd have to vet anyone there."
"Let them," Ann replied. "We'd pick a friend that would have no problem passing a rigorous vetting. You have an interest in women's empowerment, right?"
"Yes," Eve replied. "It's something that's very important to me."
"We have one friend whose wife is the CEO of a foundation that supports women," Ann said.
"Would his wife know?" Eve asked.
"She wouldn't need to know," Ann replied. "He and Bill are friends. They play golf, things like that. He's got a big cock, bigger than Bill's. They can vet all they like. It'll seem perfectly normal. Do you want me to check with Bill, see what he thinks? I know he'd love to have you again. He talks about it all the time."
"Really!?" Eve reacted, her face beaming. "What does he say?"
"Well, he loves how tight your pussy is, how good you taste," Ann replied, smiling when she saw Eve's eyes glaze. "He likes to talk about it when he's fucking me."
"And you don't mind?" Eve asked.
"Gosh, no," Ann replied. "I love sharing pleasure with him. He likes to pretend that I'm you when he cums in my mouth."
"Oh, god!" Eve gasped, blushing. "I've actually had dreams about that."
"Shall I talk to him?" Ann asked.
"Yes," Eve replied, her eyes bright. "Maybe for next week?"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I've got a surprise for you," Ann said to Bill that evening as he fucked her from behind.
"I've got one for you, too," Bill replied, loving the feeling of his cock in his wife's hungry pussy. "Ladies first."
"Eve wants to play again," she said, laughing when she felt Bill's cock swell, then explode deep in her pussy. "It gets even better," she said as she crawled on top of him, planting her cum-filled pussy on his mouth as she leaned over to take his gooey, glistening cock into her mouth. "She wants another cock, too," she added as she took him into her mouth to suck him clean while he ate her pussy like a madman.
"Amazing," Bill panted when Ann rolled off of him, then turned and snuggled against him. "Who do you have in mind?"
"Harold," Ann replied, smiling when his eyes opened wide.
"Does she know anything about him?" Bill asked.
"Only that Wilma is the CEO of a foundation that supports women," Ann replied.
"Does she know that he's black?" Bill asked.
"I didn't mention that," Ann replied, smiling.
"Shit, she's going to go nuts," Bill laughed, "especially if she's a racist like her father."
"I guess we'll find out," Ann said. "He'll have to be vetted. You need to invite him for a business meeting and lunch so it'll all seem legitimate."
"Wow!" Bill said, shaking his head. "That's going to be something else. If she thinks my cock is big, just wait until that monster cock of Harold's fills that tight little pussy of hers."
"What's your news?" Ann asked.
"Charles Hawkins," Bill replied. "He is very connected. I finally found a sealed file from 20 years ago. Even back then he had enough clout and family connections to get the file sealed and buried."
"What's in the file?" Ann asked.
"It seems that when he used to babysit for his niece when he was in graduate school, that he also used to teach her the Kama sutra, according to her testimony," Bill replied. "She was only 18, so she was of legal age. What wasn't so legal was the incest aspect of it."
"You're not serious!" Ann gasped. "Did her parents know?"
"They found out," Bill replied. "They're the ones who agreed to have everything sealed. Their statement says that they didn't want to ruin his potential career over something that he was only partially complicit in. It seems that blaming the victim runs in the family."
"And the niece?" Ann asked.
"She refused to cooperate," Bill explained. "She insisted that she was an adult and entitled to have sex with whomever she liked. She was pretty dismissive of the issue of incest, insisted that it didn't matter."
"Oh, my god!" Ann gasped, staring at him. "That-that's incredible!"
"I'm going to contact Senator Tammy Goodwin," Bill explained. "She's Miss Goodie Two-Shoes and will definitely be on the impeachment investigation panel."
"Do you think that she'll cooperate?" Ann asked.
"I think so," Bill replied, reaching over to the lamp table next to the bed and opening a drawer and withdrawing a piece of paper.
"Oh, wow!" Ann said, staring at the piece of paper which had a photocopy of a photograph of a woman sitting on a man's cock, her back to him, her feet up on his thighs, her shaved pussy spread wide open, small breasts with hard nipples sticking out as she and the man smiled into the camera. "Who is he?"
"Her husband," Bill replied, smiling.
"You are so-so-so evil!" Ann said, laughing. "Oh, my god!" she cried out, climbing on top of him and lowering her pussy onto his cock, sighing as it filled her.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I have been so nervous," Eve admitted as they were driving from the White House.
"Shall we go shopping first?" Ann asked. "It will make things appear more normal, don't you think?"
"Oh! Yes, I love shopping," Eve replied.
"Lou Lou Boutiques is very close to Lily Pulitzer's," Ann said. "You might like it."
"You like?" Eve asked as she wrapped her new scarf around her neck after exploring Lou Lou Boutiques' collection.
"It looks great on you," Ann replied. "Hungry?"
"Yes!" Eve replied, her eyes glowing.
"Would you like to order from Chiara's again or try something else?" Ann asked.
"I loved the food from Chiara's," Eve replied. "Shall I tell them to take us to the Ritz?"
"Why not?" Ann replied, smiling.
The Secret Service made Ann and Eve wait until they checked out Bill's office before allowing them to enter.
"Eve, how nice to see you again," Bill said, taking her hand, then leaning over to kiss her on the cheek. "Please allow me to introduce our very good friend, Harold Cox."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Harold said in his deep basso voice, taking her hand and bending over from his 6'5" to kiss it lightly.
"Th-thank you," Eve said, nonplussed, unable to avoid staring at the ebony man towering over her.
"I was honored to be invited to lunch," Harold said, not relinquishing her hand as he led her to the sofa where he sat down next to her.
"Ann spoke very highly of you," Eve said, trying not to tremble.
"Some wine?" Bill asked, holding up a bottle of Cakebread.
"Oh, please, yes," Eve replied, then almost drained her glass when it was handed to her.
"My wife is a fan of yours," Harold said. "She appreciates having a voice such as yours supporting her work. Empowering women means everything to her."
"Oh, thank you," Eve said, brightening.
"Perhaps you will be able to meet her someday," Harold said. "I know that she'd like that. Truth be told, she's a bit jealous that she wasn't invited to lunch today, though she has a previous commitment."
"I-I'm sure that I'd like that, too," Eve replied.
"There's the food," Bill said as they heard the doorbell chime.
"Ah, Chiara's," Harold said when Bill returned with the bags of food. "Nobody does Mexican like them."
They ate and finished another bottle of wine in the process. When they all sat back sated, Eve was much more at ease.
"Harold and I have a couple of things to discuss," Bill said. "So if you'll excuse us for a few minutes..."
"Come on," Ann said, smiling at Eve. "Let's go check out the view from the other room, leave the boys to their business."
"I had no idea!" Eve gasped when they were in the bedroom.
"What?" Ann asked innocently as she undressed, Eve's eyes wide as she watched her.
"That he would be...black," Eve managed to reply, sighing when she saw Ann's long pussy lips hanging down between her thighs.
"Is that a problem?" Ann asked, crawling onto the bed and leaning back on her elbows, her feet wide apart, exposing her glistening pussy. "A blind woman doesn't know the color of the cock that's pleasuring her."
"I never thought of it that way," Eve replied, laughing. "I guess it doesn't really matter, though my father would have a heart attack if he knew that I was going to fuck a black man."
"Then we won't tell him, will we?" Ann asked. "Shall I help you to undress? We don't have to wait for the boys, you know."
They were deep in a 69, Ann's head and Eve's pussy pointing at the door when Bill and Harold finally showed up, big smiles on their faces as Ann looked up at them, giving them both a good look at Eve's spread clam-shell pussy glistening pinkly.
Bill and Harold quickly undressed and Ann knelt up, her pussy plastered to Eve's mouth, hooking her legs beneath her arms as Bill crawled onto the bed, his tongue leading the way into Eve's pussy. Ann could feel Eve gasp into her own pussy as Bill commenced eating her, knowing that she realized that it was one of the men and not her eating her pussy.
Harold watched, a big smile splitting his ebony face, fisting his huge, black cock as he watched. When Bill finally lifted his face from Eve's pussy and positioned himself in front of her, sliding his cock into her tight quim, Eve moaned into Ann's pussy. Harold climbed up onto the bed, standing over Eve, feeding his cock into Ann's open and willing mouth.
Eve was writing on the bed as Bill fucked her, her tongue occasionally stabbing into Ann's dripping pussy while Ann continued sucking Harold's cock. When Bill signalled that he was ready to cum, Harold moved out of the way, watching as Bill crawled up Eve's body, Ann getting out of the way as Bill fed his glistening, gooey cock into Eve's wide-eyed mouth, cum erupting as she closed her lips around him, groaning as he filled her mouth, emptying his balls.
At the same time, Harold replaced Bill, pushing Eve's legs up and covering her pussy with his mouth, his tongue stabbing into her, feeling her arch against him, her whole body trembling as she came, juices flooding his mouth as she continued to gulp down Bill's cum. Taking her ankles in his hands, Harold began rubbing his big, black cock up and down between Eve's spread pussy lips, slapping her tiny button of a clit, then slowly pressing the head of his cock into her, Eve moaning as Bill dismounted her face, allowing her to look up and see Harold's huge bulk over her as he continued working his cock into her.
"Man, I have never fucked a pussy this tight," Harold said when he finally got every inch of his cock into Eve's pussy.
Bill and Ann each took one of Eve's legs, holding them up and apart as Harold began to slowly and methodically fuck her, Eve gasping and moaning, her eyes wide. She almost screamed when her body spasmed, her body exploding in orgasm from a cock in her pussy for the first time in her life, her already tight pussy clamping down on Harold's cock as she came.
She finally collapsed, her arms outspread as Harold continued to fuck her, now reaching down to rub her tiny button of a clit at the same time, orgasm after orgasm rippling through her body as she seemed to cum non-stop.
"You like the taste of cum?" Harold finally asked, pulling his cock from her pussy and crawling up her body to stick his gooey, glistening cock in her face.
"I-I..." Eve gasped, then, "mmmph" as Harold stuck his cock into her mouth.
Eve froze for a moment, then her tongue began to explore the huge organ in her mouth, her lips finally closing on the head.
"Oh, yeah," Harold gasped, his head thrown back as his cock visibly pulsed as he came, quickly filling Eve's mouth with his hot, thick cum.
Eve was unable to keep up with the copious flow, cum leaking from the corners of her mouth as she struggled to gulp it all down as Harold continued cumming. When he finally finished, he leaned back, his cock dangling over her face as her eyes rolled in her head as she continued swallowing, gulping down the cum that filled and coated her mouth.
"That looked very tasty," Ann said, leaning over Eve's face, her tongue extending to lick her cummy lips, then her chin, cleaning up the cum that had escaped, then gluing her mouth to Eve's in a deep, tongue-duelling, cummy kiss.
"Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god," Eve gasped when Ann finally lifted her mouth from hers, smiling down at the overwhelmed girl.
"My turn," Ann announced as Harold got behind her and filled her pussy, while Bill fed his cock into her mouth right over Eve's face.
Harold reached over with one hand, rubbing Eve's pussy while he fucked Ann, Bill joining him as they both continued stimulating her. Eve groaned when she saw Bill cum, Ann deliberately letting some of the cum seep from her mouth to run down her chin right above Eve's face. When she finished sucking him off, she pulled away from Harold's huge cock and reversed herself, providing Eve with the same view as Harold fed his glistening ebony rod into her mouth, exploding, cum gushing onto her tongue as Ann eagerly gulped it down, pulling away before he finished to push his cock down towards Eve's mouth, her eyes wide as Harold's cum coated her lips before she let them part to accept him back into her mouth, sucking on the head of his cock and eating his cum until there was no more.
"I can't ever remember a better lunch dessert," Harold commented when Eve had finished sucking him off, chuckling. "Tasty, tight pussy, hot mouth. Thank you," he said, leaning down and wiping his tongue across her lips, then kissing her, Eve's eyes wide as his thick tongue pushed into her mouth.
"I think we could use some more wine," Bill said, getting up from the bed as Eve lay sprawled, her legs splayed wide apart as she panted, wild-eyed.
"I never..." Eve finally gasped, her eyes Focussing, pushing up onto her elbows as Bill handed her a glass of wine which she gulped down.
"Your first black cock?" Harold asked, grinning down at her.
"Yes," Eve replied, blushing as she stared at his huge member.
"You liked it?" Harold asked, slowly jacking himself. "Maybe want some more?"
"Yes," Eve replied, tossing her wine glass to the side and rolling over onto her knees, her ass up in the air.
Bill sat down in front of her, smiling as her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as Harold fed his cock into her pussy. Gently pushing down on her head, he watched his cock disappear into her mouth as Harold began fucking her.
"Oh, fuck," Bill gasped several minutes later as his cock erupted in Eve's mouth.
"Yeah," Harold grunted, his cock deep in Eve's pussy as he, too, came.
"Oh, god!" Eve gasped as she finally fell over once Harold had finished dumping his load in her pussy, her legs splayed wide, cum oozing from her gaping pussy.
"Mmm, such a tasty-looking pussy," Ann said as she crawled between Eve's spread thighs and glued her mouth to her pussy, slurping up the cum cocktail that continued to flow from her pussy, not stopping until Eve pushed her away, her whole body vibrating from the non-stop orgasm she had been experiencing.
"Too much!" Eve gasped, holding her pussy as her body spasmed.
"This is definitely my kind of a business lunch," Harold said with a laugh.
"It's the only kind," Bill agreed.
Eve was in a daze as she and Ann went back to the White House, Eve walking a bit stiffly.
"That was...unreal," Eve said as they parted ways in the hallway, Ann heading to her own office.
"I hope you enjoyed it," Ann said with a twinkle in her eyes. "I know the boys did. Maybe we'll do it again sometime."
"Oh, god," Eve said, shuddering. "I'm not sure I could take it."
"Right," Ann replied, laughing, Eve blushing, then laughing with her as she entered her office.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Senator Goodwin, thank you for seeing me," Bill said, shaking her hand as he entered her office.
"How could I not," she replied. "You guarantee that you have a way for me to kill the President's nomination of Charles Hawkins to the Supreme Court. He's an abomination that will set us back 100 years. Come, sit and tell me what you have."
Bill joined her in her office, shutting the door without being asked, Senator Goodwin raising her eyebrows when he did, but not saying anything.
"Where on earth did you get this?" Senator Goodwin asked after reading through the file that Bill handed her.
"Of course I'm not going to answer that," Bill replied. "Do you doubt its authenticity?"
"No, but this will go over like a nuclear bomb," Senator Goodwin said, shaking her head. "It's just unbelievable! The man is such a hypocrite."
"What I think that you should do is wait until the very last minute of the confirmation hearing," Bill suggested. "Just before the Chairman gavels the session closed, ask for a 5-minute exception to ask questions about something that has just come to light. Then nail the bastard."
"Why wait?" Senator Goodwin asked. "Why not do it right away so that we don't waste the committee's time?"
"Because you want to give him and the rest of his supporters time and enough rope to hang themselves," Bill explained. "Nobody remembers the beginning of one of these hearings, but they do and will remember the end, especially if it's so explosive. And you can just bet that the President will not be able to resist Tweeting more of his idiocy trying to influence the process. It will also serve to make him look like the idiot he is."
"Tell me about yourself, Mr. Szucks," Senator Goodwin said, sitting back in her seat.
Bill explained about The Future, LLC and data analytics and how he had developed his own search algorithms and methodologies that were more thorough than what anyone else was currently employing. He also explained that he only accepted clients whose political attitudes he approved of and that he was sick and tired of the political status quo and wanted to do something to get rid of the trash infecting the system.
"I don't suppose you have anything to do with what happened to Secretary Doves or Senator Lamm or Secretary Wong and her husband, the Senator from Kentucky, or the Governor of Kentucky?" Senator Goodwin asked, her eyes fixed on him.
"I'd never comment on my work with any client with anyone but that client," Bill replied evenly.
"And what are the costs of your services?" Senator Goodwin asked, a slight smile on her face as she tapped the desk with her pen.
"$1 million per year, billed monthly," Bill replied.
"And the cost of this?" Senator Goodwin asked, tapping the folder.
"You agree to my terms and I'll give it to you," Bill replied.
"Just like that?" Senator Goodwin asked.
"Just like that," Bill agreed, nodding. "Like I said, I'm sick and tired of the scum that are polluting our government and system. Call it doing my civic duty."
"Mr. Szucks, you have a deal," Senator Goodwin said, standing up and holding out her hand. "And if you'll have me, a new client."
"I'd be pleased on both counts," Bill said as he shook her hand. "And my name is Bill, Senator."
"Tammy," Senator Goodwin said, smiling. "You'll send me the paperwork for your services, Bill?"
"This afternoon, Tammy," Bill said. "A pleasure."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"God, is he the best or what?" the President crowed as he watched the confirmation hearing in the Oval Office, Eve by his side, a hand on his shoulder, Ann sitting with Chris Vanger on the sofa. "Two days and they can't even dent him. Greatest Supreme Court Nominee EVER!" he said, at the same time Tweeting it, his ninth Tweet during the hearings.
"If there's nothing more," Senator Burns, the Chairman of the hearings said, picking up his gavel.
"Mr. Chairman, a 5-minute exception, if you don't mind," Senator Goodwin spoke up, having had very little to say up to this point.
"Mr. Chairman, I object," Republican Senator DePuque said.
"On what basis?" Senator Burns asked.
"The Honorable Senator has had ample opportunity to ask questions," Senator DePuque replied. "These hearings have been dragged out unnecessarily already. This is just another attempt to harass this fine, upstanding candidate."
"I think we can allow it," Senator Burns replied. "These are very serious deliberations with very long-term serious ramifications. I don't think 5 minutes is unduly burdensome."
"Thank you, Mr. Chairman," Senator Goodwin said, turning her smiling face towards Judge Hawkins, who had Steve Einstein sitting next to him as counsel. "Judge Hawkins, I'm truly impressed with your conservative credentials. I'm also very bothered by the fact that 38% of your decisions have been reversed upon appeal. That says to me that you don't have a firm grasp on the law and its application."
"Is that a question, Senator?" Judge Hawkins asked.
"No, it's not," Senator Goodwin replied. "I'm also bothered by the fact that you've been reprimanded or censured by judicial oversight eight times for 'injudicious comments' towards victims of sexual crime. That along with your penchant for sentencing sexual offenders to the low end of the recommended guidelines gives me pause, makes me wonder if you'd be a fair and impartial arbiter when such issues come before the Supreme Court."
"I'm sorry that you feel that way, Senator," Judge Hawkins said. "Is there a question pending?"
"Look at the way he handles her," the President chortled, slapping his desk. "I hate that smarmy, liberal bitch."
"Judge Hawkins," Senator Goodwin began, "given your record of sentencing leniency towards sexual criminals, what are your views towards incest?"
"It's a disgusting crime, against God and man," Judge Hawkins replied, anger clouding his face.
"Indeed," Senator Goodwin said, nodding, "indeed. So you don't view incest between consenting adults as acceptable in any circumstances?"
"Absolutely not!" Judge Hawkins replied vehemently.
"Mr. Chairman!" Senator DePuque exploded. "This is beyond the pale."
"Mr. Chairman, if you'll indulge me, the reasons for my questions will be made clear momentarily," Senator Goodwin said.
"This is most distasteful, Senator Goodwin," Chairman Burns said. "I'll give you some leeway, but very little. Please make your point."
"Thank you, Mr. Chairman," Senator Goodwin said, turning her attention back to Judge Hawkins. "Judge Hawkins, have you ever been accused or investigated for incest?"
"Who the fuck does she think she is?" the President thundered, getting to his feet as did most of the hearing room as pandemonium erupted.
"Order! Order! Order!" Chairman Burns called, pounding his gavel. "We will have order or I will order the room vacated. Order! Senator Goodwin, I really hope there is something here beyond these questions."
"There is, Mr. Chairman," Senator Goodwin replied, smiling sweetly, noticing the bead of sweat that suddenly appeared on Judge Hawkins' forehead. "I'd ask you to remind the witness that he is under oath."
"I don't believe that is necessary, is it, Judge Hawkins?" Chairman Burns replied.
"No, Mr. Chairman," Judge Hawkins replied, visibly struggling for control.
"Shall I repeat the question, Judge Hawkins?" Senator Goodwin asked.
"Accusations and investigations happen all the time," Judge Hawkins replied. "I have never been charged with anything of the sort."
"That wasn't my question, Judge," Senator Goodwin replied, her eyes narrowing. "My question was very specific. Let me ask you this. Who is Christine Hawkins?"
"Christine? She's my niece, my brother's daughter," Judge Hawkins replied, his upper lip now beaded with sweat, along with his forehead.
"And were you or were you not investigated about an incestuous relationship with her?" Senator Goodwin asked, the room once again exploding.
"Who the fuck does she think she is?" the President exploded, pounding his fist on his desk.
"Order! Order! Order!" Chairman Burns called, pounding his gavel. "We will have order or I will order the room vacated. Order!"
"The investigation came to nothing," Judge Hawkins said. "No charges were ever contemplated. Those records were sealed."
"That is true, Judge Hawkins," Senator Goodwin said. "But that was because...let me read it from the actual records which I have obtained...your brother and his wife didn't want to negatively impact your future. Does that sound familiar? And because Miss Hawkins was 18 at the time and insisted that there was nothing wrong with it, that she was an adult and...to use her words...she'll fuck whoever she wants. Does that sound familiar, Judge Hawkins?"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Oh, God, Bill, you should have seen it," Ann gasped as he plunged his cock into her, her legs up and wrapped around his waist. "The President was totally apoplectic. I've never seen anyone get so red, purple in the face before. He was literally frothing at the mouth, spittle flying everywhere"
"My face still hurts from smiling so much," Bill said as he luxuriated in his wife's pussy.
"Chris Vanger almost made me burst out laughing," Ann said, laughing, her pussy clamping down on his cock. "He said, 'oh, god, we are so fucked'. I thought I would die."
"Hawkins has already withdrawn his name from consideration and resigned from the bench," Bill said.
"Who could be calling at this hour?" Ann asked as Bill's phone went off.
"Senator Goodwin," Bill said when he answered the phone, putting it on speaker for Ann's benefit. "Tammy. You were magnificent. You must be an excellent fly fisher."
"You are a genius, Bill," Tammy Goodwin said, laughing. "That had to be the most rewarding moment of my political career, taking down that arrogant, hypocritical piece of garbage."
"Well, you did the whole country a service, I assure you," Bill said, still pumping his cock in and out of Ann's pussy.
"You will be hearing from me, Bill," Tammy assured him. "I've already signed the papers and had them returned to you. I'm very much looking forward to being one of your clients."
"And I'm pleased to have a client of your caliber," Bill replied. "This country needs more people like you."
"I could say the same," Tammy replied. "Well, it's late and I don't want to interrupt your evening, so I'll say good-night and thank you once again."
"Good night, Senator," Bill said, closing his phone, then groaning as his balls exploded and cum began gushing into Ann's hungry pussy.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I look like a goddamned fool," the President complained the next morning, Ann, Chris Vanger, and Steve Einstein standing in front of his desk while Eve occupied her usual position at his side, her hand on his shoulder. "Even Faux News is eating me alive on this."
"Mr. President, how could we have known?" Steve Einstein asked. "And how did Senator Goodwin get hold of those sealed records?"
"Mr. President, we need to find a new nominee, someone absolutely bullet-proof, right away," Chris Vanger said.
"Hawkins was supposed to be just that," Steve complained. "The fucking Federalist Society gave us his name. They supposedly vetted him."
"Well, they obviously don't know shit," the President said, fidgeting in his seat.
"Mr. President, you might have to find someone that the Democrats approve of," Chris Vanger said. "You've got to change the narrative."
"If I do that, I won't have a guaranteed vote on the Supreme Court," the President said, glaring at him. "I need that court."
"Mr. President, unless we can be 100% certain about a sure vote nominee, we're going to get fucked again," Chris Vanger said. "Things are bad enough. This is going to have consequences for your re-election as it is. The Democrats are going to be questioning your judgement every time they open their mouths from now until election day. They've already started, talking about the 25th Amendment, questioning your mental capacity to do the job."
"Daddy, did you have those names checked out to replace Secretary Wong that I gave you?" Eve asked.
"Chris?" the President asked.
"Mr. President, I had them all checked as thoroughly as I could," Chris replied. "We weren't able to find anything negative at all and they all seem to be eminently qualified. Eve might have a point. Maybe we should take a breath, put a name forward for Transportation Secretary that will sail through and take a win. Then we can put forth another name for the Supreme Court."
"Which one?" the President asked.
"Well, I'd go with Debbie Johnson," Chris said. "Impeccable credentials, highly respected and thought of in the transportation industry. You'd have the advantage of nominating a woman of color. People would respect that."
"Ann, what do you think?" the President asked.
"Assuming she passes muster, Mr. President, what Chris is saying makes a lot of sense," Ann replied, noticing the smile on Eve's face.
"But could I depend upon her loyalty?" the President asked. "I have to have loyalty."
"She's a woman of incredible integrity," Mr. President, Chris replied. "I think that her loyalty would be to the job more than to you personally, though I have no doubt that she'd be very grateful for the appointment. Would you like me to set up a meeting with her for you?"
"Make it a lunch," the President said. "In my private dining room. I'll turn on the charm and see how she reacts."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Oh, Ann, thank you," Eve said as she closed the door to her office after asking Ann to join her.
"Whatever for?" Ann asked, gasping when Eve hugged her tightly.
"For yesterday," Eve replied. "My pussy is still tingling."
"Harold has that effect," Ann said, laughing. "My pussy tingles just thinking of that big cock of his in me."
"I have been so wet," Eve confessed. "I had to use a pad and I'm not even on my period."
"Well, I'm sure that he'd love to do it again," Ann said. "Bill told me that he was very impressed with you, especially that tight, juicy pussy of yours."
"I'm worried about my father," Eve said, frowning. "He's really upset."
"I think your suggestion about the Transportation Secretary was very smart," Ann said.
"It was, wasn't it?" Eve agreed, a big smile on her face.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Mr. Zorosh, good evening," Bill said as he sprawled on the sofa, Ann kneeling between his legs, his cock in her mouth. "No, you're not interrupting anything. I was just relaxing. Lunch tomorrow? I'll be there."
"Not interrupting?" Ann asked, gasping for breath as she looked up at him, her hand wrapped around his cock, her tongue flicking out to stab at a bubble of pre-cum that was forming in the slit.
"My cock is still hard, isn't it?" Bill asked, laughing as Ann went back down on him, taking him all the way into her throat.
"Eve told me that her pussy was still tingling," Ann said after bobbing up and down on him a few times, slowly jacking his cock as she looked up at him.
"It's fun seeing her inner slut come out," Bill said, laughing, then groaning when Ann wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and jammed her tongue into the slit just as he came, cum gushing into her eagerly sucking mouth.
"I think she likes it, too," Ann said when she sat back licking her lips and swallowing, a big smile on her face. "Her whole life is about being a control freak, like her father. She's dying to let go and let someone else take charge."
"Well, I think we should help her, don't you?" Bill asked, leaning over for a long, deep, cummy kiss.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Mr. Szucks, welcome," Jorge Zorosh greeted Bill, a big smile on his face as they shook hands. "You haven't met, but I believe you know who Joe Doors is?" he said, seeing the surprise on Bill's face at seeing the world's richest man, then shaking his hand.
"I real pleasure, Mr. Doors," Bill said. "I'm a big fan of yours."
"It's Joe, please," Joe Doors said, smiling easily. "And thank you. Jorge has told me that you're a very special person yourself."
"Come, let's eat and talk," Jorge Zorosh said, guiding the two men to a cloth-covered table set for lunch.
The lunch was simple, yet elegant, with no alcohol served.
"Jorge has explained to me a bit about your work," Joe Doors said. "I'm very impressed and can't avoid telling you that I'm a bit surprised at what you're capable of doing. Your ability to do such extensive research is astonishing. A lot of money is spent to prevent exactly what you do. I'd know. I don't believe the government is as capable as you seem to be."
"No government should ever be able to do what I've figured out how to do," Bill replied. "For that matter, nobody should."
"I guess we should be grateful that your moral compass is pointed in the right direction," Joe Doors said. "Can you enlighten me as to why you feel the way you do?"
"Well, even though we live in an inherently unfair universe, nothing bothers me more than unfairness," Bill explained slowly. "I've experienced my fair share of it growing up and it still pisses me off. I believe that we, humanity, are capable of better than we've shown."
"And you feel that your covert political activism is a way of doing something about that?" Joe Doors asked.
"Maybe," Bill agreed. "It's a huge problem, far bigger than any one person could possibly get a grip on. I love my country. I believe in the founding principles. I am sick and tired of seeing them perverted, especially for personal gain; money, power."
"Do you resent people like myself who have made ridiculous fortunes?" Joe Doors asked.
"Not when people like you and Mr. Zorosh use your ridiculous fortunes to try and better humanity," Bill replied. "My beef is with the abusers, the bullies, the hypocrites."
"And what's to stop you from abusing your knowledge?" Joe Doors asked.
"Nothing but my own sense of morality," Bill replied.
"I told you, Joe," Jorge Zorosh said, smiling.
"Tell me, Mr. Szucks," Joe Doors began.
"Please, it's Bill," Bill said.
"Bill, then," Joe Doors said, smiling. "What would you need to be more effective?"
"Money, time," Bill replied easily. "Mr. Zorosh has been extremely generous. It's enabled me to do some good work."
"So I've seen," Joe Doors said. "I'd like to help."
"I'd be very grateful," Bill said.
"Jorge has told me about Better Learning," Joe Doors said. "I've been very impressed with the results so far. I'd like to match his endowment. Education is the key to humanity's future."
"Th-that would be fantastic," Bill said, blown away.
"I'd also like you to turn your business, The Future, LLC, into a private think tank," Joe Doors said. "Drop the LLC from the name, just The Future. Keep a small division to continue facilitating your commercial venture, but I will endow it with another $10 billion. I want you to continue your work, but not limit it to just the United States. I want you to look globally."
"I'm going to match that $10 billion," Jorge Zorosh added.
"As a private think tank, you will not be required to disclose anything about your finances," Joe Doors said. "The details will be up to you, but I will always be available to help in any way possible. This is my personal number," he said, sliding a card across to Bill. "Don't hesitate to use it."
"I am simply flabbergasted," Bill said, finding it all hard to believe.
"Good," Joe Doors said, laughing. "I'd worry if you weren't. Right off the top of your head, what would you like?"
"I want an ultra-secure phone with no camera," Bill said. "The microphone for the phone should be only activatable manually, by holding a button down. There's not a smart phone on this planet that I can't get into and do anything I want with it; turn on the camera, the microphone, read the files, even anything that someone thinks that they've deleted. I've modified my own phone in that way somewhat. The only thing I haven't done that I'd like is the ability to encrypt everything that goes in or out, voice, text, internet."
"Jesus!" Joe Doors said, shaking his head. "Jesus!"
"I told you he was special," Jorge Zorosh said, chuckling.
"That explains a lot," Joe Doors said slowly, nodding his head. "I'll talk to Tim Cook at Apple. We're actually friends. You will not be mentioned. This is going to be a request/suggestion from me. Because of the Israeli NSO Group being able to crack an iPhone, he'll listen. I'm sure he has many sleepless nights wanting to have a way to thwart them. Believe it or not, some of us take privacy seriously."
"It's a very difficult concept, a double-edged sword," Bill said slowly. "I'm not sure what the answer is. I'd hate to think that such an unhackable phone would fall into the wrong hands; a criminal, a government."
"It is a very difficult conundrum, I agree," Joe Doors said. "I can assure you that my discussions will include the moral aspect of things. I'd like to be able to call you if I have any questions."
"Of course," Bill replied. "Anytime."
"If you'd like, I can recommend legal help that you're going to need to set things up," Joe Doors said. "I'd like to be invisible in all of this, as I'm sure Jorge would."
"I'd appreciate that," Bill said.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"My, god, Bill!" Ann gasped when he told her about his lunch. "I'm speechless. So much money!"
"It's totally crazy," Bill agreed, shaking his head. "My head is still spinning. With this kind of backing, I think that I can make a real difference."
"How will this affect us?" Ann asked.
"You mean other than being one of richest couples on the planet?" Bill asked, laughing. "Jesus! It means that we have choices. What do you want to do with your life?"
"Teach economics, help women and children, the disadvantaged," Ann replied easily.
"Well, now you can," Bill told her. "You tell me what you want, what you need, and you'll have it. Do you want to quit the White House stuff, work with me?"
"No, not yet," Ann replied emphatically. "I'm actually able to have an ameliorating effect on some things. Once we get rid of Pocksy, then I'll quit."
"How about dinner at The Inn at Little Washington?" Bill suggested, smiling at the delighted surprise on her face at the mention of Washington's most famous and only 3-star Michelin restaurant. "I think we can afford it now. I want to celebrate."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"You'd think that they'd be a little nicer," the President groused a couple of days later at the morning meeting as he scanned the news.
"But Daddy, they're saying that you made a good choice, used good judgment," Eve said, proud of her part in Debbie Johnson's nomination to be the new Secretary of Transportation.
"For once, for a change," the President complained. "They could be nicer."
"They'll come around," Eve assured him, squeezing his shoulder. "You still need a Secretary of Education. Why don't you do the same thing there?"
"Who?" the President asked.
"Well, if you'd like, I can do some research, see what I can come up with," Eve suggested. "I didn't do so bad with Transportation, after all."
"It's a good idea, Mr. President," Chris Vanger said, nodding. "Get a couple of easy victories, change the dialogue. Make them talk about how sagacious you are, picking such good people."
"Ann?" the President asked, always wanting as many opinions of others as possible so that he could then make his own opinion and claim ownership.
"It seems like sound advice, Mr. President," Ann replied, smiling at Eve who was beaming at all of the praise flowing her way.
"Well, see what you can do, then," the President said.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Oh, Ann, do you think that Bill will help me again with this?" Eve asked as they left the meeting and were safely ensconced in her office.
"I'm sure that he would," Ann replied.
"Maybe if I sucked his cock, let him fuck me, he'd be more willing to help," Eve suggested, her eyes bright, wild.
"I'm sure that wouldn't hurt," Ann laughed.
"How would you like to have dinner together?" Eve asked. "Actually go out, my treat."
"That would be wonderful, Eve," Ann replied, surprised by her generosity, "but you wouldn't need to pay for us."
"But I want to," Eve insisted. "We can go to Pineapple and Pearls. They've got 2 Michelin stars and everyone raves about the place. It's deliciously expensive, I've heard."
"That sounds wonderful," Ann replied, remembering the incredible meal that they had had at The Inn at Little Washington, replete with Krug champagne. "When?"
"How about tonight?" Eve asked.
"Tonight!" Ann exclaimed. "I'd need to check with Bill. He's been incredibly busy, working crazy hours."
"Call him now, then," Eve prompted. "Tell him that I want to suck his cock and watch him eat my pussy before he fucks me. We can go to his office afterwards for drinks or something, for the Secret Service agents."
"I'll tell you what," Ann suggested, getting her phone out. "I'll ask him about the dinner, you can ask him about the rest yourself. It will turn him on."
"Oh! I've never talked to a man like that before," Eve said, blushing.
"There's a first time for everything, isn't there?" Ann asked as she dialed. "Bill, I have you on speaker phone," Ann warned him. "Eve has invited us to be her guests for dinner tonight at Pineapple and Pearls."
"Really!" Bill exclaimed. "That sounds great, but I'm totally buried. I hadn't planned on stopping for dinner and will be getting home late again."
"Bill, hi," Eve said, leaning towards Ann's phone. "It's Eve."
"Hi, Eve," Bill replied. "How are you?"
"I'm good," Eve replied, taking a big breath. "I know that you're terribly busy, but if I promise to suck your cock and let you eat my pussy and fuck me, will that make it easier to make a decision about dinner?" she asked, her cheeks flushing.
"That's an offer that's too good to refuse," Bill replied, laughing. "Eating your pussy for dessert sounds great."
"Oh, great!" Eve said, beaming. "They I'll see you later."
"I look forward to it," Bill said.
"Thank you, darling," Ann said. "See you later."
"Oh, gosh, this is so exciting!" Eve exclaimed, laughing. "I'll never be able to get any work done. I think that I'll take the rest of the day off."
"Better let the Secret Service know about tonight," Ann suggested. "Would you like me to call and make a reservation?"
"That's probably a good idea," Eve said. "But they can't talk about it. It'll be enough of a circus just with the people that will be there."
"I'll take care of it," Ann assured her. "Now I need to go get some work done myself."
"You really don't mind me...Bill, you know?" Eve asked.
"Of course not," Ann replied, "as long as I get some, too."
"What, Bill's cock or my pussy?" Eve asked, her eyes large and bright.
"Yes," Ann replied, laughing as she left her office.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Daddy, I'm going to take the rest of the day off," Eve said when she entered the Oval Office and found her father alone, watching Faux News on the TV. "I've invited Ann and her husband for dinner at Pineapple and Pearls tonight and I want to rest and get ready."
"You seem to be spending more time with Ann," the President said, sliding his hand up the back of her leg to cup and fondle her ass.
"I like her; Bill, too," Eve said, feeling her legs tremble when her father's fingers slipped into her panties and between her sopping pussy lips. "You were right about her."
"She must really have eaten your pussy good," the President said, two fingers slipping into her.
"Mmm, she did," Eve replied, sighing. "You saw."
"Has she ever said anything about it to you?" the President asked, withdrawing his hand, sucking on his glistening fingers.
"Just that I have a sweet pussy," Eve replied, smiling at him.
"Well, she's right about that," the President said. "I'll tell you what. I'll take a break for a while, too. Let's go up to the Residence."
"Okay," Eve agreed.
"I'm going upstairs for a bit, Amanda," the President informed her as they left the Oval Office.
"Yes, Mr. President," Amanda replied.
"I don't want to be bothered unless it's an emergency," the President said.
"Yes, Mr. President," Amanda replied.
"How are things with you and Sylvia?" Eve asked as they took the elevator up to the Residence level.
"She's a bitch," the President replied bitterly. "I should never have married that skank. Now I'm stuck with her until after my presidency and then she'll take me for everything she can."
"She's not here?" Eve asked when they arrived at the Residence level.
"She doesn't tell me what her schedule is anymore," the President replied. "For all I know, she's in her room fucking her Secret Service detail."
"Really!?" Eve replied. "Should we check?"
The President said nothing, just headed down the hallway towards Sylvia's bedroom, opening the door without knocking, stopping in his tracks when he saw the two Secret Service agents pulling their clothes on, Sylvia laying back on the bed, her legs splayed apart, cum running from her pussy.
"What are you doing here?" Sylvia asked crossly, pushing up onto her elbows. "With your princess, I see."
"Get out!" the President shouted, glaring at the two Secret Service agents who squeezed by to leave.
"Have you no shame?" Eve asked, staring at Sylvia's cum-covered face and then lowered her gaze to her large breasts with large, hard, dark-brown nipples, natural breasts, then down to her long pussy gaping open, deep crimson interior with cum running from her hole.
"I married your father, didn't I?" Sylvia retorted.
"You're nothing but a whore," Eve declared, realizing even through her anger that her mouth was watering at the sight of Sylvia's pussy.
"So what?" Sylvia asked, reaching between her legs and raising two cum-covered fingers which she stuck in her mouth and sucked on. "Your father loves whores, specializes in them."
"My mother wasn't a whore!" Eve spat, glaring at her enemy.
"No, she was a fool," Sylvia replied, laughing. "At least I knew that I was marrying him for his money. Your mother was stupid enough to think that he was in love with her."
"I hate you!" Eve said.
"I'm sure that you do," Sylvia replied, once again reaching between her legs and bringing more cum to her mouth. "Why don't you come over here and eat my pussy for me, clean me up? I'm sure that your father would love to see that."
Eve spun on her heels in anger, leaving the room, though not without the thought that Sylvia had suggested exactly what she had herself been thinking, furious that her body was betraying her as her pussy suddenly flooded with juices.
"You can't let her get to you like that," the President said when he found Eve in the living room a couple of minutes later. "Never lose your cool."
"But she's making a fool of you!" Eve protested.
"She's making a fool of herself," the President said.
"Why don't you fire those men, have them put in jail?" Eve asked.
"Because if I do anything to them, Sylvia will go to the press and tell them everything," the President replied. "I have to put up with it, then pay the price to get rid of her to avoid the public humiliation of everyone finding out. She doesn't care about her reputation, only about money."
"God, I hate her so much!" Eve said, bursting into tears and falling into her father's arms, crying into his chest.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Do they ever stop staring?" Ann asked as they ate dinner.
"No," Eve replied. "Believe it or not, you get used to it enough to be able to ignore it. They're staring more tonight because they don't recognize either of you. I'm sure the news and tabloids will be full of pictures and stuff tomorrow."
"Probably before we even leave," Bill said, smiling. "This is really nice, though, Eve."
"Dessert's going to be even better, isn't it?" Eve asked, her eyes wild as she smiled at him.
"I can't wait," Bill replied, laughing.
"I think that I'm starting to love the taste of cum," Eve said as she gulped down yet another mouthful of Bill's a couple of hours later at the condo while Ann continued to feast on her pussy.
"Well, your mouth is made for a cock," Bill said, reinserting his into hers and smiling when he saw her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, trying for any last dregs of cum that she could get.
"I've never seen your pussy this juicy," Ann said when she lifted her face from Eve's pussy. "It's flowing like a fountain."
"I've been wet like that ever since Harold," Eve admitted. "I've felt like a live wire and just so horny. It's almost all I can think of."
"My kind of a woman," Bill said, sighing.
"Is it like that for you, Ann?" Eve asked, pushing up onto her elbows.
"Yes," Ann replied. "If I'm not focused on work, my mind is always between my legs, or someone else's," she laughed.
"So there's nothing wrong with me?" Eve asked.
"Consensual sex is never wrong," Ann replied emphatically. "Have you ever done anything in your life that gives you more pleasure?"
"No, never," Eve replied, shaking her head, "but it's only been like that since we...you and I..."
"We'll take that as a compliment," Ann said, crawling up and leaning over to run her tongue across Eve's lips, tasting Bill's cum.
"Do you have some wine?" Eve asked.
"Sure," Bill replied, getting off the bed and going to the bar in the other room, returning with a bottle of Cakebread and three glasses which he filled.
"If my father weren't the President, I think that I'd just fuck all of the time," Eve sighed as she swallowed half of her glass.
"He won't be the President forever," Bill said.
"Another year in this term, then four more when he's re-elected," Eve sighed.
"I suppose that that's possible," Bill said.
"But I don't want to talk about that kind of stuff," Eve said, quaffing her glass and tossing it aside and rolling onto her knees. "Fuck me again, please."
"It's just amazing how tight your pussy is," Bill said as he filled her with his cock while Ann sat down in front of her so that she could eat her pussy.
"I just love your pussy lips, Ann," Eve said, sucking them into her mouth and lightly chewing on them.
Ann's eyes widened when she saw Bill pick up the bottle of lubricant and pour it into the crack of Eve's ass while he fucked her, then reach down and spread it all over, paying special attention to her rosebud.
"Wh-what are you...are you going to fuck me in the ass?" Eve gasped, lifting her face from Ann's pussy when she felt Bill pull his cock from her pussy and press the head against her rosebud.
"Unless you don't want me to," Bill said, the head of his cock slipping into her ass.
"Oh, god!" Eve gasped, arching her back. "Only one person has ever done that to me."
"And did you like it?" Bill asked, carefully pumping just the head of his cock in and out of her ass.
"Not so much," Eve confessed, gasping as she felt his cock head moving in and out of her. "He wasn't gentle like you."
"Can I keep going?" Bill asked, pressing forward, another inch of his cock slipping into her ass.
"Yes," Eve replied. "Maybe I'll like it better with you."
"I love it when Bill fucks me in the ass," Ann informed her. "Thank god, because he does it a lot," she laughed, watching as Eve's mouth dropped open, her eyes widening as Bill worked more and more of his cock into her until finally his belly was pressing up against her ass cheeks.
"Okay?" Bill asked, resting, feeling his cock throbbing deep in her ass.
"Yes," Eve replied, panting. "Keep going."
Very slowly, Bill began to fuck her ass, Eve moaning as she lay her face against Ann's spread pussy.
"Your ass is even tighter than your pussy," Bill informed her as he worked up a good pace and rhythm, his cock now easily gliding in and out of her ass.
"Oh, it feels so good," Eve gasped, grinding her ass back against him.
"Wait until you have a cock in your pussy and another one in your ass," Ann told her. "The only thing better than that is a third cock in your mouth."
"Oh, yeah," Bill groaned, burying himself as deeply as possible in Eve's ass as his balls exploded, cum pumping into her.
"I can feel your cock throbbing," Eve gasped. "Are you cumming in me?"
"Yes," Bill replied, his balls aching from the force of his orgasm.
"Oh, god, that feels so hot," Eve gasped, lowering her face and dragging her tongue up through Ann's spread pussy, slurping on the juices that were flowing from her.
"You can invite us to dinner whenever you'd like," Bill said when they all lay sprawled on the bed afterwards.
"You don't even have to invite us for dinner, just invite yourself for dessert," Ann suggested, all of them laughing.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Dad, we need to start Focussing on the re-election," Tommy 'Junior' Pocksy, the President's oldest son and head of re-election campaign said the next morning in the Oval Office, standing in front of the desk, glaring at his sister in her usual position next to the President, her hand on his shoulder.
"It's more than a year away," the President commented.
"You need to start thinking about it now," Tommy said. "Bo Jaden is already all but running."
"So what?" the President said dismissively. "He might not even be the nominee."
"I think that he probably will be," Chris Vanger said, standing next to Tommy. "He's got the best organization. In the end, he'll be the nominee."
"I'll crush him," the President said.
"Of course you will, Daddy," Eve said, squeezing his shoulder.
"We still need to prepare," Tommy insisted. "They're going to try to throw a lot of dirt at you."
"Then we need to have some dirt to throw at them, right?" the President said.
"Definitely, Mr. President," Tony Pellegrini said. "Dirt, as much of it as we can get. I've already got some things in the works."
"Like what?" Tommy asked, disliking the unscrupulous attorney.
"His son, Archer," Tony replied. "He was on the board of that energy company in Bulgaria. There isn't a more corrupt country. The only way he got that job was because of his father pressuring their government. No way there isn't huge corruption issues. BulgEnergy owns the monopoly for energy distribution in the country, gas and electric. They buy their gas from Russia. No way that can happen without a lot of corruption."
"I have a good relationship with Grodin, the President of Russia," the President said. "Good guy, strong leader, doesn't take any shit from anyone. Get in his way, you disappear. I can ask him about it. I'm sure he'd be helpful."
"I've got some really good contacts in Bulgaria," Tony said. "I did a lot of work for Firtov. He's the richest man in Bulgaria. I'm sure that he'll help, especially if we help him."
"I can't stand Jaden," the President said, a look of distaste on his face. "He thinks his shit doesn't stink because he's been in Washington for so long. He's got to be dirty. Nobody survives in this town that long without being dirty."
"Exactly, Mr. President," Tony agreed, grinning, his crooked, rat-like, yellowing teeth showing. "We'll get everything on him and his son, dump it on the public at the right time and destroy him. The people don't want someone dishonest like that as their President."
"Good morning, Mr. President," Ann said, arriving late and breathless. "I was just finishing up the new jobs numbers for you."
"It's good, right?" the President said, not noticing the smile that Eve gave Ann.
"Not really, Mr. President," Ann replied. "Bankruptcies continue to rise and there have been massive layoffs in related industries due to China not placing any orders. Though there has been a slight net increase in new jobs, the overall trend is down and I expect it to continue as long as this tariff trade war continues."
"China is betting that you're going to lose the election," Tommy snorted. "They think that they can ride this out and get a better deal from a Democratic president."
"Fuck those slant-eyes," the President said. "I'm going to win and then they'll find out what tariffs are really all about. I'll raise them to 100%, totally block them from our markets."
"That would be an unmitigated disaster, Mr. President," Ann said, ignoring the glaring look that Tommy gave her. "We get 20% of our imports from China, mostly in cheap consumer goods like clothes, toys, and some electronics. You'd be doubling the price of all of these things which would have to be borne by the American people."
"We'll just get it from somewhere else," Tommy said. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"You're such an idiot, Tommy," Eve snorted. "You don't know shit about anything but drinking and hunting. Ann knows her stuff."
"Yes, we can and are finding other sources for many of these things already," Ann said, "but the rest of the world knows that we're desperate and they've been steadily raising their prices because they know that we have no choice but to buy from them at their price. Right now we're paying almost 25% more for the type of goods that we were getting from China. It is having a very negative effect on the economy. Combine that with all of the bankruptcies and the layoffs, it doesn't look good. As long as we're in this tariff war, we're going to suffer."
"China will suffer more," the President said. "They need us more than we need them."
"That may very well be true," Ann agreed, "but there's a big difference. The Chinese government doesn't care about its citizens. If they complain, they disappear. Their leadership doesn't need to be concerned with the inconvenience of elections. They've got over a million Uighurs in what they're calling re-education camps already. They're nothing more than concentration camps."
"I think that Ann has a good point, Mr. President," Chris Vanger said. "The Democrats will hammer us on the economy if this continues."
"You think I should cave, give in to the fucking Chinese?" the President glared. "They cheat. They steal our industrial secrets. They manipulate their currency. They don't play fair. I'm going to force them to play fair."
"Damn right," Tommy said, nodding.
"Get me all the dirt that you can on Jaden, Tony," the President said. "This economic stuff won't matter if we can turn the people against him. They won't vote for him because he's corrupt and they'll have no choice but to vote for me. Everyone knows that I'm not corrupt. I'm so rich, nobody can buy me."
"I'll get right on it, Mr. President," Tony said, practically salivating as he licked his lips.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Where is his lawyer?" Bill asked when Ann recapped the events of the day for him. "He's breaking the law."
"I don't think that he's very connected with reality," Ann said. "He honestly thinks of himself as an emperor or a king, above the law. He almost gets sexually excited talking about dictators and despots, especially Grodin. I think that he's jealous of their power."
"Fucking crazy!" Bill said, shaking his head.
"You should have seen the daggers between Eve and Tommy," Ann said, laughing. "There's no love lost there. It's a competition to the death for primacy in their father's eyes. Tommy's got no chance, either. Eve's got a pussy and she doesn't seem to mind her father playing with it. I think she probably enjoys it, especially because it's happening in the Oval Office. He actually does it openly. I can't believe that anyone misses it."
"Well, I can't say that I blame him," Bill said, pushing Ann over onto her back. "I like playing with her pussy, too," he said, pushing her skirt up, then her legs, spreading her wide open so that he could slowly drag his tongue up between her long pussy lips before sinking it into her and drinking from her juice fountain.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Ann! Come in," Eve said, her face lighting up the next morning when Ann appeared in her doorway. "Close the door," she added.
"I have something for you," Ann said, sliding a folder across the desk. "Names for the Secretary of Education position."
"Oh, good!" Eve said, opening the folder. "Daddy needs some good news."
"The first three are extremely qualified educators with no apparent negatives in their backgrounds," Ann explained. "One thing that might be a problem is that they're all supporters of Better Learning. They are adamantly anti-charter schools, which I believe that the President supports. The other two are qualified, though not quite as well. They're also hard-core Charter School supporters, graduates of one of the Koke charter school preparatory institutions. They're the best Bill could find that support charter schools, but they both have some baggage that might be problematic. One had two DUI convictions, suspended, then sealed, over 20 years ago. The other is on her third marriage. The first two ended because her husbands accused her of infidelity. In order to avoid the embarrassment of a trial, she agreed to both divorces without any compensation at all. She's apparently not so faithful to her current husband. I'd think that if Bill can find these things, so could someone else."
"Is all of that in here?" Eve asked.
"Yes," Ann replied. "Each name has a final synopsis listing the pluses and minuses at the end of their assessment."
"Well, I'll just give this to my father and let him make the choice," Eve said. "At least he'll know what the score is, no matter who he chooses."
"Just a suggestion," Ann said. "If he asks you which one you'd choose, you need to be prepared to tell him. I'd read this information and then make up your own mind. That way you won't be caught by surprise. You'll be able to tell him your choice and why."
"That's a great idea!" Eve said, a big smile lighting up her face. "We've got 30 minutes before the morning meeting, so I'll do it now."
"I've got a few things to get together myself," Ann said, getting to her feet. "I'll see you there."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Ann was surprised to see Jerry in the Oval Office when she arrived, along with Chris Vanger, Bob Carr, Steve Einstein, Tony Pellegrini, and Tommy Pocksy. Eve was in her usual position at the President's side, a hand resting lightly on his shoulder.
"We've never formally met, but I'm Jerry Myers, Eve's husband," Jerry said to Ann, offering his hand to be shaken. "She's told me how kind you've been to her, been her friend. I wanted to thank you for that. It's hard for her, and me, to find friends that we can trust and I'm away a lot doing the President's business."
"She's a nice person," Ann said, realizing how tall Jerry was standing so close to him. "I've enjoyed our time together."
"Okay, what do you have for me?" the President asked, calling the meeting to order.
"Mr. President, I'm leaving for Bulgaria in a couple of hours," Tony Pellegrini announced. "I've got appointments to discuss BulgEnergy with several people, both in and out of government. I'm sure that I'll be able to find the truth about the Jadens' corruption, though I might need to be able to offer some of them some inducements to cooperate."
"What kind of inducements?" Steve Einstein asked.
"Some of them will probably be monetary, the others might need to be political," Tony replied, shrugging.
"That could be illegal," Steve warned.
"I know what I'm doing," Tony said. "And I'm not acting as a representative of the US government, I'm acting in my capacity as the personal attorney to the President."
"What kind of political inducements?" Bob Carr, the Attorney General asked.
"Might be as simple as a statement of support for their efforts to fight corruption," Tony replied. "Maybe some aid or money for some military equipment."
"That could be problematic," Bob Carr said. "You need to be very careful."
"I know what I'm doing," Tony said firmly. "I've been doing this for years."
"You just get me the dirt," the President said. "We'll take care of those who take care of us."
"I've got a meeting next week with the former Kremlin major domo, Suriyev, in New York," Tommy announced. "I'll explain what we need, what we want. He's still very close with Grodin. It might help if you talked with Grodin before then so that he can tell Suriyev to be as helpful as possible."
"Mr. President, it would be extremely unwise to be asking foreign governments to help you find damaging information about your political opponents," Steve Einstein said. "It could be considered illegal."
"Is that so, Bob?" the President asked.
"Under certain circumstances, yes," the Attorney General agreed. "As long as you're talking to them under the context of general corruption fighting, you should be okay. You are the President and you have a responsibility to your office and the country to fight corruption wherever it may be."
"Okay, get to it," the President said, dismissing everyone. "Jerry, you stay. Ann, too."
"Daddy, I have some names for you for the Secretary of Education vacancy," Eve said smugly, laying the folder that Ann had given her on the desk in front of her father.
"What's it say?" the President asked, idly flipping through the pages, his dislike of reading anything more than a sound-bite notorious, preferring graphics, pictures.
Eve explained the five people just as Ann had explained them to her, watching her father's face as he pursed his lips like a fish, the look he got when trying to think.
"I like charter schools," the President said when she finished. "They're teaching people how to think in the right way. Public schools have totally failed. They've given us nothing but Democrats."
"That's why I included those two people," Eve said. "But they have some background issues that will be used against them in the confirmation hearings."
"So what if she cheated on her husbands," the President said. "Everyone cheats. I don't think anyone really cares about such things. I got elected in spite of all of the accusations about me cheating."
"There's a double standard," Eve said. "Everyone expects a man to cheat and he's considered virile, called a stud. When a woman does it, she's a slut, a whore. You need a painless confirmation that will show that you're a statesman, a great judge of character. You might win with her, but it will be a fight and it will be ugly."
"Jesus Christ!" the President said, sitting back in disgust. "So who do you recommend?"
"This one, Jane Adams," Eve said, pulling the pages relevant to her from the file. "She has spent her entire life in education. She's married, has two children, and goes to church on Sundays. She's also never registered to vote. That means that she doesn't have a political agenda. She won't support charter schools; in fact, she'll probably do everything she can to get rid of them, but she'd be a great choice and would probably be confirmed unanimously. It would be a big win for you."
"Sometimes it's better to lose a battle to win the war," Jerry said.
"What the fuck does that mean?" the President asked.
"You lose the ideological battle about education with her, but you win the public opinion battle of your judgement," Jerry explained. "Think long term. You're winning the battle to stack the courts. Take this loss to win the war. You want to be re-elected. You need to leave the voters with a good taste in their mouths. They need to know that you're capable of doing the job."
"My base will go nuts if I nominate a Better Learning supporter for Secretary of Education," the President said.
"We'll spin it," Jerry said. "Your base is so stupid, they'll believe anything we tell them to believe."
"What do you think, Ann?" the President asked.
"I agree with Eve's choice and Jerry's reasoning," Ann replied. "It would be a win-win for you."
"Jerry, you'll handle it?" the President asked.
"Of course, Mr. President," Jerry agreed.
"What was it like in Saudi Arabia?" the President asked. "$10 billion in weapons contracts. I like that."
"They didn't seem to care about the money," Jerry replied. "They just wanted as many weapons as we'd let them have. I think that they're worried about the election, that if you don't win, that their supply will be curtailed by a Democrat administration."
"Fucking towel-heads," the President growled. "The only thing they think of is killing. How many times did you have to suck MAS's cock to get the deal done?"
"Uh, Mr. President?" Jerry asked, his face reddening as he glanced sideways at Ann.
"Ann can be trusted," the President said. "I trust her as much as I trust you or Eve."
"Yes, sir," Jerry said. "Uh, a lot, Mr. President. Before every meeting, when every meeting ended. There were three, four meetings a day, each one for a few hours, then a break."
"Did he fuck you?" the President asked.
"No, sir," Jerry replied. "I don't think that that's his thing. He just likes getting his cock sucked."
"Shame for you, I guess," the President chuckled. "All that work sucking his cock and no cock for your ass, just a mouthful of Arab cum."
"He left that to his bodyguards, Mr. President," Jerry said, his face reddening.
"So you had a nice vacation?" the President asked.
"I'm happy to be home," Jerry replied, "especially since it's Friday."
"That Jewish thing where you have to fuck your wife on Fridays?" the President asked.
"Yes, sir, unless she's having her period," Jerry replied, glancing at an expressionless Eve.
"Well, it must work," the President said. "You've given me three grandchildren."
"Yes, sir," Jerry said, smiling, looking at Eve. "We have."
"Well, you can go," the President said. "You've got a lot of work to get done."
"Thank you, Mr. President," Jerry said, then left the Oval Office.
"Must you humiliate him like that, Daddy?" Eve asked.
"What?" the President asked, a surprised look on his face. "He loves sucking cock and taking one up his ass."
"Sometimes you just don't get it, Daddy," Eve said, dropping her hand from his shoulder.
"Ann," the President said.
"Yes, Mr. President," Ann replied, shocked by what she had just witnessed.
"Do you agree with Eve?" the President asked.
"I think that I do, Mr. President," Ann replied. "The Oval Office doesn't seem like the correct place for such a discussion."
"It doesn't bother you that Jerry is a cocksucker?" the President asked.
"It has nothing to do with me, Mr. President," Ann replied. "Each to their own."
"I guess it makes sense that a woman who eats pussy sees nothing wrong with a man who sucks cock," the President said, shaking his head. "You can go."
"Sometimes I just want to scream," Eve vented as they left the Oval Office and walked to their offices. "He can be so insensitive. Poor Jerry."
"You love him, don't you?" Ann asked.
"Who, Jerry?" Eve asked. "Of course I do. He's the father of my children. I wouldn't have married him if I didn't love him. I mean, $750 million made it easier."
"And the other?" Ann asked.
"Oh, he's like his father," Eve said. "He used to hire male prostitutes all the time. He loved his wife, he just liked men, too. Jerry's just like him."
"And it doesn't bother you?" Ann asked.
"No, not anymore," Eve replied. "I thought it was very strange at first, sort of disgusting, but I got used to it after seeing how much he enjoyed it. Since I've met you and Bill, I think I understand him better," she added, smiling. "Sucking cock is nice. Feeling a cock in your ass is nice."
"Yes, it is," Ann agreed. "I imagine that you're looking forward to this evening?"
"It is my duty as a Jewish wife," Eve replied. "It won't last nearly as long as I'd like it to, I'm sure."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Mr. Szucks, thank you for agreeing to see me," Sally Budreau said when she arrived at Bill's office condo.
"I was intrigued by your approach," Bill replied, smiling as he sat behind his desk and indicated the chair in front of it for Sally. "There doesn't seem to be a Democrat in Louisiana who doesn't claim to know you personally."
"I've been working on it for at least 30 years," Sally replied. "The only way we're going to break the stranglehold that the Republicans have on Louisiana is to educate people and motivate them. I don't want my kids and grandchildren living in a socially retarded society the way I had to grow up."
"And you want to replace Senator DePuque," Bill said, a statement, not a question.
"He's a dinosaur and he embarrassed himself and the State of Louisiana during the Hawkins confirmation hearings," Sally said, shaking her head. "That was it for me, the straw that broke the camel's back. He's got to go. He's been there for 23 years and done nothing but carry Republican water. He hasn't brought any Federal money to help grow Louisiana. He spends all of his time raising money. He has more in his campaign fund than any other Senator."
"Why do you think that he's vulnerable suddenly?" Bill asked.
"He's been vulnerable for years," Sally laughed, "but nobody's had the money or the backing to take him on. He has very powerful friends who rely on him to steer business their way. Shirley Gold, a very good friend of mine, suggested that you just might be the person who could help me or at least point me in the right direction for some help."
"Shirley called me and asked me to see you," Bill said. "She's a very special lady and a good friend of my wife's and mine. We value her opinion."
"We were roommates in college for two years," Sally said. "We've been friends ever since."
"What has she told you about me, my organization?" Bill asked.
"Only that nobody does better data analytics and research," Sally replied. "She also said that you're one of the most ethical, non-hypocritical people that she's ever met. She totally credits you with her success with the D.C. School Board."
"Well, it wouldn't have been possible if she hadn't been such an exemplary person," Bill demurred. "My research is the best there is today," he said, not mincing words. "I don't mean to sound arrogant, but my background is computers and I developed an algorithm that has fundamentally transformed my ability to do deep research and learn things that only a major government using all of their resources should be able to find out."
"Well, I don't particularly think that Senator DePuque has been particularly careful about hiding what he does," Sally said. "He is phenomenally arrogant and he thinks that he's bullet-proof because of his connections."
"I took the liberty of looking into him when I agreed to meet with you," Bill said. "I also looked into you."
"I'd expect nothing less," Sally said, her face a neutral mask. "Shirley warned me that you would check me out before agreeing to take me on as a client."
"Are you concerned about what I might find out about you?" Bill asked.
"No," Sally replied. "I've never done anything that I'm ashamed of or anything illegal."
"But you have perhaps done things that you wouldn't necessarily want to be public knowledge?" Bill asked.
"Perhaps," Sally agreed.
"Even before looking into Senator DePuque, I would have been happy to see him disappear from the political landscape, preferably totally discredited and scorned," Bill said.
"Then we're speaking the same language," Sally said. "Will you help me?"
"My fee is $1 million per year, billed monthly, minimum 1-year contract," Bill said.
"That won't be a problem," Sally said firmly.
"I'll need 2-3 days," Bill said. "If you'd be willing to meet with me then, I'll have what you need and you can sign the contract papers."
"I look forward to it," Sally said, smiling.
"Would you like to know what my preliminary background check of you found?" Bill asked. "That might affect your decision."
"It won't, but I can't deny being curious," Sally replied, the first hint of trepidation appearing in her eyes.
Opening the folder in front of him, Bill withdrew three photographs and laid them on the desk in front of her.
"My god!" Sally gasped when she saw the photos, looking up at Bill, the shock on her face obvious. "How could you possibly get these?" she asked.
"You haven't changed all that much," Bill said, picking up one of the photos and looking at it.
Sally was 5'2" and 98 lbs. with short dark hair and pale green eyes. The photo that Bill had picked up showed her on her back naked, leaning on her elbows, her mouth hanging open, her small B-cup breasts tipped with hard dark nipples, her eyes wide as she watched as half of Shirley Gold's tongue was visible, the rest of it inside her spread, shaved pussy, dark-tinged inner pussy lips and a dark, glistening clit above.
The second photo was the same one that Bill had shown Shirley, Shirley Gold naked on a sofa, a man standing next to her, visible only from the waist down in the photo, his erect cock in her mouth, while a dark-haired woman with short hair knelt between her spread thighs, her face obviously in her pussy.
The third photo was of Sally on her back, the man's cock in her pussy while Shirley knelt above her face, Sally's tongue clearly visible in her pussy.
"Does Shirley know that you have these?" Sally asked, ashen-faced.
"I never discuss any of my clients with anyone but them," Bill replied. "Are you still interested in being one of my clients?"
"Yes," Sally replied, "if you'll still accept me, knowing this," she said, indicating the photos.
"These photos and what they represent don't bother me in the least," Bill assured her. "If anything, it makes me even more interested in helping you."
"I don't know what to say," a flustered Sally Budreau replied. "I'm simply overwhelmed."
"I look forward to our next meeting, then," Bill said, standing up to indicate that the meeting was over.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Mrs. Budreau, welcome," Bill said when she arrived two days later.
"Mr. Szucks," she replied as they shook hands.
"Why don't we sit over here today," Bill said, leading her to the sofa facing the river view. "Would you care for something to drink, perhaps some fresh oolong tea?"
"Oh, I'd love some," Sally replied. "It's my favorite," she added, then blushed slightly when she saw the hint of a smile on Bill's face. "But you knew that, didn't you?"
"I confess that I did," Bill replied, going to the bar.
"Well, I appreciate it nonetheless," Sally said.
"First of all," Bill said after handing her a cup of steaming oolong tea and taking a seat with an espresso for himself, "as I'm sure that you are aware, Louisiana is unique in that the Governor does not appoint a replacement Senator when one leaves office before the end of a term. A special election is required not less than 11 weeks after he announces the need for a new Senator."
"I am aware of that," Sally replied.
"Do you think that you are capable of winning a special election?" Bill asked.
"Me?!" Sally replied, shocked. "Why me?"
"Is there anyone else in Louisiana that you feel would be better qualified or suited for the position?" Bill asked.
"Well, there are two or three people who would do a good job," Sally replied.
"All modesty aside, are any of them better suited for the job than you?" Bill asked.
"Not necessarily," Sally conceded, "though any of them would be better than Senator DePuque."
"Getting rid of Senator DePuque is the easy part," Bill said. "I'm more concerned with who might replace him. I'm willing to take you on as a client if you will agree to be the person who replaces him."
"If you can control an election like that, I'm not so sure that I'd want to be working with you, Mr. Szucks."
"I can't, but I can influence it through the Make American Politics Better Super PAC," Bill said.
"I've never heard of it," Sally said.
"It was only created yesterday," Bill said, smiling, "but within two months it will have received contributions in excess of $500 million. How much do you think it will cost to run an effective special election race?"
"In the neighborhood of $5-$8 million," Sally replied.
"I can guarantee $5 million from the Make American Politics Better Super PAC," Bill said, "but only if you agree to be a candidate. "How much do you think that you could raise yourself?"
"Another $5 million easily," Sally replied, "especially if there aren't any other serious candidates with deep pockets. If a couple people understand the kind of financial backing I will have, they won't want to waste their money. I've never been a competitor, but they all know me. I'd like to think that I've earned a measure of respect and that they'd have no problem supporting me. But Governor Dobbins will strongly support a Republican candidate who I'm sure that he will personally pick."
"And if the Governor endorses you?" Bill asked.
"Not in a million years," Sally laughed. "I'm near the top of his people he hates list, I'm sure."
"And if I tell you that I can guarantee the Governor's wholehearted endorsement?" Bill asked.
"There's not a chance of that," Sally replied, "but if he did, not even God would be able to beat me. He's a 4-term governor and the people are still crazy about him. 90% of the Republicans would do whatever he tells them to do."
"Even vote for a Democrat?" Bill asked.
"Half of them would probably do even that," Sally replied.
"Look through this," Bill said, pushing a folder across the table to her. "Take your time."
"Is this real?" Sally asked after 20 minutes of reading.
"I can document every single thing that you've just read," Bill replied. "Bank records, text messages, emails; it's ironclad."
"My god, this will ruin him," Sally breathed.
"And this?" Bill asked, sliding another folder across the table to her.
"Oh, my god!" Sally gasped as she looked through the photos in the folder. "These cannot be real. That's Governor Dobbins in some of them."
"I assure you that they are entirely real," Bill assured her. "It would seem that Senator DePuque and Governor Dobbins both have a spanking fetish, to say the least.
"Even I have a hard time believing this and I hate them beyond words," Sally said, holding up a photo of the two men on their knees, naked, a naked, young black woman kneeling behind each of them, a strap-on's dildo sticking out of their asses.
There were dozens of photos of the Senator spanking and being spanked by naked young women, with several of the photos showing him taking a dildo up the ass. There were also several photos of the governor in similar situations, but only the one photo of the two of them together.
"Are you still interested in my help?" Bill asked.
"You don't take any prisoners, do you, Mr. Szucks?" Sally said, unable to tear her eyes from the photos spread all over the table.
"Would you care for something stronger to drink?" Bill asked.
"I think that I would," Sally replied.
"Vikingfjord, I believe," Bill said, naming the Norwegian vodka that he knew that she preferred.
"Mr. Szucks, you have to be the most incredible man I've ever met," Sally replied, then laughed. "I'd love one, a double, if you please."
"Here's what I propose," Bill said, handing her a glass and sitting with one for himself. "Next week they will be having the confirmation hearings for Secretary of Education. Senator DePuque will be his usual self, acting like a self-righteous peacock. I plan on having all of the financial improprieties released immediately after he opens his mouth for the first time."
"My god, that will be like dropping a grenade," Sally said, gulping her drink.
"It will certainly short-circuit him, at least momentarily," Bill agreed. "As soon as he issues his predictable denial, the photos will start being released, all but the ones with the Governor."
"He'll have to at least step down from the confirmation process," Sally said, "if not resign altogether."
"I'm pretty sure that he'll be resigning," Bill said, his eyes glinting dangerously. "As soon as that happens, you will issue a statement announcing your candidacy. Once that happens and before the Republicans can get their shit together to put forth a name, the Governor will be approached. He will be given the choice of supporting your candidacy and then resigning once you have won or being exposed as totally and completely as Senator DePuque. His financial peccadilloes are almost as interesting as the Senator's. I have no doubt that he'll decide that enough is enough and retire to his country estate and disappear."
"My god, you are ruthless, aren't you?" Sally asked, awed by the scope of what was being presented.
"Sadly, it's necessary," Bill replied. "You still on board?"
"Yes," Sally replied. "Goddamnit, yes," she said, holding out her glass for a refill. "If you don't mind."
They spent the next half an hour discussing the details of how to proceed, then Bill gave her the contract papers to sign.
"Mr. Szucks, this is without a doubt the most incredible day of my life," Sally said after signing the contract.
"From now on, if we need to speak," Bill said, handing her an old-style Nokia cell phone, "I want you to use this phone. You should only use this phone to contact me, nobody else. By calling me, we can ensure an unhackable conversation. The number that it will reach me at is highly encrypted. I assure you that this kind of security is necessary."
"I understand," Sally said, taking the phone.
"My number is the only one in the contacts," Bill explained, watching as she navigated to the contacts to ascertain what she had been told.
"Well, I guess that I have a lot of work to do," Sally said, putting the phone in her bag. "Is there anything more?"
"Only a request of a personal nature," Bill replied, "not related at all to our business."
"What kind of a request?" Sally asked.
"I would like you to join my wife and I after you have been sworn in as the next Senator from Louisiana," Bill said.
"I think that I'd like that," Sally smiled. "Your wife must be an extraordinary woman to be married to a man like you."
"I'm very lucky," Bill said.
"A celebration?" Sally asked.
"Yes, but with a bit of a twist," Bill replied. "I'd like you to re-enact the photos I have of you with us."
"You're not serious?" Sally gasped, her eyes wide. "With your wife?"
"She'd love it," Bill said, smiling. "We enjoy our little fun and games."
"Mr. Szucks, those photos were taken a lifetime ago," Sally said. "I've not done anything like that since."
"Would you not like to?" Bill asked.
Sally just stared at him, her mind in turmoil, her stomach full of butterflies.
"Is our agreement contingent upon me accepting your...offer?" she asked.
"Not at all," Bill assured her. "This is strictly a personal request."
"May I think about it?" Sally asked nervously.
"Of course," Bill replied.
"Then I will...think about it," Sally said, getting to her feet, "Mr. Szucks."
"I think that you can call me Bill now, don't you?" Bill asked, smiling.
"Bill, then," Sally said. "But why?" she asked.
"I love watching my wife eating another woman's pussy almost as much as she likes doing it," Bill confessed. "And your photos make me want to know what you taste like, what it would feel like to have your pussy wrapped around my cock."
"My god, you are direct, aren't you?" Sally gasped. "I haven't heard anyone talk like that in...in...well, since..."
"You can always count on my honesty and my confidence," Bill said.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Mrs. Adams, I am very concerned about your attitude towards charter schools," Senator DePuque said when he was recognized at the confirmation hearing for Secretary of Education. "You seem to think that there is something inherently evil in charter schools."
"You are mistaken, Senator," Jane Adams replied. "I think that charter schools can be a good thing. What I find objectionable about the Koke-sponsored charter schools is the curriculum that they are pushing."
"What is wrong with their curriculum?" Senator DePuque asked. "They teach morality, ethics, and respect, something that I think that we all stand for, especially myself."
"I find that the morality, ethics, and respect that you purport that they teach is exclusive to like-minded people, not inclusive of all people and all beliefs," Mrs. Adams replied. "I feel that instead of Focussing on true education, that they are more interested in pushing a radical, right-wing ideology that tacitly and overtly supports racism, anti-Semitism, and exclusivity, which is manifestly un-American."
"Order, order, order," Chairman Senator Johnstone of Nebraska called out as pandemonium broke out, banging his gavel. "As the hour is late, we will adjourn these hearings until 9:00 am tomorrow when cooler heads might prevail," he added, banging his gavel to end the session.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Oh, Bill, this is just incredible," Ann said as they watched the television news that evening, every channel carrying the same story about Senator DePuque.
"This is just the opening salvo," Bill replied, grinning. "God, sometimes I really love life," he said as Ann leaned over to extract his cock, her hot, wet mouth closing on him as she began to suck.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"This is a disaster!" the President shouted the morning meeting the next day, Ann standing in front of his desk with Chris Vanger, Steve Einstein, Jerry Myers, and Stephan Groffs. "Where the fuck is Tony?" he asked.
"He left last night for Bulgaria," Jerry replied. "Conveniently."
"It's not that bad, Daddy," Eve purred, her hand on his shoulder. "It's bad for that creepy Senator DePuque, but it only makes the nomination that much more certain, which means that you win."
"Rene is one of my staunchest supporters in the Senate," the President said. "He's been there forever and has a lot of power to influence how things go."
"I'm sure that Governor Dobbins will appoint someone just as loyal," Jerry said, assuming that Senator DePuque would be resigning, as did all of the news outlets.
"Louisiana doesn't provide for the Governor to appoint a replacement," Ann spoke up. "They're one of the states that requires a special election."
"Louisiana is totally Republican," Jerry said. "They've never elected a Democrat to a state-wide position before."
"Mr. President, I think that we should wait and see what happens today," Chris Vanger suggested. "So far there is only the hysteria based upon these anonymous reports. They might not even be true for all we know. Senator DePuque hasn't responded to any of the accusations yet."
"Unless there's something extraordinary that shows that everything that has been reported is a lie, which I can't see happening, the Senator is not going to have any choice but to resign," Steve Einstein said. "What's being reported is incredibly damning. He might spend 500 years in prison if everything is true."
"He'd die first," Eve said, rolling her eyes. "He's old and nobody lives 500 years."
"We shouldn't say anything yet," Chris Vanger said. "We need to let the dust settle and see where things stand before we commit ourselves. We have today's confirmation hearing. That will be a welcome distraction from this."
"This won't go away quickly," the President said. "Bad news never does."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Order, order, order," Chairman Senator Johnstone said as he gaveled the hearings to a start. "Mrs. Adams, are you prepared to continue?" he asked.
"I am, Mr. Chairman," she replied. "I was looking forward to continuing my reply to Senator DePuque's questions from yesterday."
"Unfortunately, Senator DePuque is not feeling very well today and won't be able to attend these hearings," Chairman Johnstone said with a straight face. "We'll move on."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Senator DePuque denounces in the strongest possible terms the lies, forgeries, and allegations that were falsely proclaimed against him yesterday," Jim Bowles, Senator DePuque's spokesman said, reading a prepared statement. "He looks forward to exposing these for what they are and finding the perpetrators and having them charged with felonious slander."
"I told you that he wouldn't take that shit lying down," the President said as he watched the television in the Oval Office with Eve, Ann, and Chris Vanger.
"Even better is that Jane Adams got confirmed as Secretary of Education," Eve said, the satisfaction in her voice and on her face apparent. "Now the news will have something else to talk about."
"Mr. President, a word in private?" Chris Vanger asked.
"You can go," the President said, nodding at Ann. "You, too, Eve. I need to talk with Chris."
"I hate it when he just dismisses me like that," Eve pouted as they walked towards her office. "But I'm not going to let that spoil my day. She got confirmed and it was because of me!"
"It was good to see," Ann agreed, smiling inside at Eve's interpretation of events.
"I seem to be letting things bother me more lately," Eve sighed. "And I'm always so horny!" she added with a laugh. "God, I just want to cum all the time."
"Well, uh, didn't the other night, with Jerry..." Ann tried to ask.
"I have never had an orgasm with him," Eve sighed. "I mean, he tries, eats my pussy for me, but he doesn't have a clue, not like you, or Bill, or Harold. Sometimes I wish I wasn't living in this fishbowl, that I was a free, single woman. I think that I'd try to fuck myself to death," she laughed. "That would be a great way to go."
"Bill often says that he wants to die in the middle of an orgasm," Ann said, smiling. "I'm constantly trying to kill him."
"Oh, god, you are too much," Eve laughed, tears running from her eyes. "I'd love for you to try and kill me."
"What, right here?" Ann asked. "Somebody might walk in."
"We could lock the door," Eve said slowly. "Would you, eat my pussy for me? I could really use it."
"Well, I suppose that you do deserve some sort of a reward for being responsible for Jane Adams getting confirmed," Ann said, smiling inside as she calculated the advantages of keeping Eve happy as she got to her feet and went to the door. "You want me to lock it?" she asked.
"Yes!" Eve replied, her eyes wild with excitement. "God, yes!"
Ann locked the door as Eve feverishly reached beneath her skirt and pulled her panties off. When Ann moved around the desk, Eve had her legs hanging over the sides of her chair, her ass on the edge and her clam-shell pussy pouting open to reveal her tiny pussy lips and button clit all glistening pinkly.
"Oh, oh, oh," Eve moaned when Ann sank to her knees and slid her tongue into Eve's pussy, tasting her tangy juices and thinking how she had once said that she'd never want to fuck her. It only took a minute before a cascade of juices were flowing onto her tongue as Eve came, pressing her pussy against Ann's mouth as she drank her up.
"Well, you were certainly ready," Ann said as she smiled up at Eve as she sat open-mouthed, panting for breath.
"I so needed that," Eve sighed, smiling. "Thank you."
"Oh, I enjoyed it, too," Ann said as she got to her feet, licking her lips.
There was the sound of the door knob being turned, then the voice of Eve's secretary.
"Miss Pocksy, you're wanted in the Oval Office," her secretary's voice said through the locked door.
"Oh! I'd better go," Eve said, scrambling to her feet, looking at her panties on the desk and opening a drawer and pushing them into it as she got to her feet.
"And I have some work to do," Ann said.
"We'll talk later," Eve said. "There's something that I'd like to discuss with you."
Ann walked the short distance to her own office, shaking her head as she thought about her life, eating the First Daughter's pussy in the White House, in the Oval Office in front of the President, her father, then now in her office. Salvador Dali would have made a great painting of the whole thing, she thought as she entered her office.
"You are not going to believe this," Simone Geils, her secretary said when she entered, pointing to the television.
"Oh, shit," Ann gasped as she watched the news describe the tranche of photos that had suddenly appeared all over social media and the internet of Senator DePuque in all sorts of 'depraved' sexual situations, as they described them.
"Even more amazing is that these photos appeared within an hour of the President issuing a statement in support of Senator DePuque," the newsreader was saying.
"Right away," Simone said into the phone when she answered it. "The Man wants you, right away."
Ann walked into a scene of total mayhem as the President watched Faux News reporting on the photo scandal now inundating Senator DePuque. Chris Vanger was there, as was Jerry Myers, Steve Einstein, and Stephan Groffs, who was very red-faced, he being the one who had just given out the statement to the press expressing the President's support of Senator DePuque.
"How can this possibly be happening?" the President stormed, his face a purple fury. "There's a conspiracy. It has to be a conspiracy. What are these photos? They're not showing any photos."
"Mr. President, they might be so salacious that they can't show them on television," Chris Vanger suggested. "You know that they'd show them if they could."
"I want to see them," the President said. "Somebody find them for me."
"Does anyone have a laptop with them?" Chris Vanger asked.
"I have my notebook," Ann said, pulling it from her briefcase and offering it to him.
"Oh, shit!" Chris gasped after hitting a few keys. "Oh, shit!"
"Let me see," the President insisted.
Chris actually hesitated, reluctant to approach any closer, but finally did so, placing the notebook on the desk in front of the President.
"Oh, my!" Eve gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.
"Jesus!" the President said, his mouth puckered into his fish-like moue as he stared at the screen.
Eve leaned over and pressed a key, then another, apparently moving from one photo to another.
"This is a total fucking disaster," the President said, closing his eyes as though to banish the images. "And you just went out there and told the whole world that I stood behind him completely," he said, accusing Stephan Groffs.
"I-I did what you told me to," Stephan stuttered, his face red. "Exactly as you told me to do it."
"You should have known better," the President accused, always quick to blame somebody else for his own shortcomings and mistakes. "Jesus fucking Christ."
"We have just received a report that Senator DePuque has resigned his seat in the Senate," the newsreader said, reading from a piece of paper that was handed to her. "This means that one of the President's staunchest supporters will no longer be there to run interference for a constantly besieged President."
"Get me Gary Dobbins on the phone, right now," the President shouted into his speaker phone.
"Yes, Mr. President," Amanda Searls' voice replied.
"Gary, what the fuck is happening in your state?" the President bellowed when Governor Dobbins' voice was heard.
"M-Mr. President, I'm just as astonished as you are," Governor Dobbins said, the panic in his voice palpable.
"You'd better appoint someone really good to replace him," the President said, "and fast. We need to distract people from this fucking mess."
"Mr. President, I don't have the power to appoint a replacement," Governor Dobbins replied. "Louisiana requires a special election."
"Then you'd better make goddamned sure that the right person gets elected, do you hear me?" the President practically screamed. "I will not stand for some fucking pervert screwing my Presidency. I will have your balls if you don't make this right."
"I'll do what I can, Mr. President," Governor Dobbins replied, obviously shaken. "But I am limited in this case."
"You'd fucking better," the President snarled, abruptly hanging up. "Fuck!" he screamed.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Bill, it was a total meltdown," Ann said after describing what had occurred in the Oval Office. "I almost had an orgasm. It was just incredible. I had just been thinking about how surreal everything in that White House was. Eve had just asked me to eat her pussy in her office."
"How did she react to everything?" Bill asked.
"She had a glazed look on her face," Ann replied. "She was clearly shocked."
"Wait, this is what I've been waiting for," Bill said, turning up the volume.
"I have been seeing the corruption in Louisiana Republican politics for years," Sally Budreau was saying. "Nobody wanted to listen. Their corruption is disgusting. It disgraces each and every one of Louisiana's great people. We need to stand up and say enough. I am going to do just that. I am declaring here and now my candidacy for the vacant Senatorial seat that has been so besmirched by Rene DePuque. I call on the Governor to prove that he cares about Louisiana. I call on the people of Louisiana to rise up in indignation, to cast your votes for someone who truly represents the values that we all hold dear; honesty, integrity, and respect. I call on all of you to vote for me as your next Senator, to return dignity to the office that has been so heinously fouled by such a perverted man."
"My god, she is good!" Ann gasped.
"With a little bit of luck, we're going to find out just how good she is," Bill said, chuckling. "She is pure dynamite."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"How could this be happening so fast?" the President asked the next morning as Ann joined Chris Vanger and Jerry Myers in the Oval Office, Eve at her usual place at her father's side, a hand on his shoulder. "She must have something to do with this whole thing. I want to know and I want to know now!" he thundered. "How could she possibly have been so prepared?"
"Mr. President," Chris Vanger said, clearing his throat, "Sally Budreau is worshipped by the Democrat voters of Louisiana. She's been fighting for over 20 years, the biggest thorn in the side of the Republicans. They've tried everything in the book and not in the book to get rid of her, to tear her down. She's proven bullet-proof. She's a true believer."
"I want to know where this came from," the President said, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "This isn't an accident. This is all part of a larger conspiracy to discredit me. You find out or you are going to be looking for a new job; do you understand me?"
"Y-yes, Mr. President," Chris Vanger replied, gulping. "I'll get right on it."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Mrs. Budreau, what can I do for you?" Governor Gary Dobbins asked when she entered his office.
"I suggest that this conversation be private, Governor," Sally said, looking at the Governor's aide who was hovering at his shoulder.
"I think that I'd prefer him to remain," Governor Dobbins replied.
"Suit yourself," Sally replied, smiling as she shrugged. "Governor, I'm here to ask you to endorse and support my candidacy to replace Senator DePuque.
"You must be out of your mind," Governor Dobbins replied, laughing. "I can't think of anyone that I'd be less inclined to support."
"Governor, you will support me," Sally said, smiling at him. "Not only that, once I win, and I will win, you will resign."
"And why would I do either of those things?" Governor Dobbins asked. "Do I look as though I've suddenly lost my mind?"
"A little bird visited me yesterday," Sally said, still smiling. "A very interesting little bird."
"So now you're into birds," Governor Dobbins said, laughing.
"Maybe this will help your laughter problem," Sally said, reaching into the folder that she had with her and extracting a photo which she dropped on the desk in front of him.
"Get out, John," the Governor said, his face paling. "Now!" he said, covering the photo with his hands before his aide could see it.
John Short gave Sally a curious look as he exited the office.
"This is obviously a fake," Governor Dobbins said, sweat beading his forehead.
"Is it?" Sally asked, reaching into her folder and dropping several more similar photos on the desk in front of him. "It would seem as though you and the unlamented former Senator DePuque had some very similar interests," she said, reaching into her folder and withdrawing several pages which she also dropped on his desk. "Cayman Islands bank account, yours, with monthly deposits from three of the major recipients of construction projects awarded by you."
"You can't prove a thing," Governor Dobbins said, wiping his forehead.
"But I can, Governor," Sally said. "And I'd be happy to, unless you do as I request; support my candidacy and then resign once I've won. Otherwise, I promise that everything I have will be made very public. Then you'll be removed from office, most likely jailed, and definitely ruined. The people of Louisiana have had enough of the corruption and depravity of the Republican party which you represent, of which Senator DePuque was a typical representative. It's your choice."
"I refuse," Governor Dobbins said. "You don't have the nerve to go public with this. I'll sue you into oblivion, see you jailed."
"I think that the public and the courts will see it otherwise," Sally said, dropping one final photo on his desk, the one depicting him and Senator DePuque on their hands and knees being fucked from behind by two young black women wearing strap-ons. "You are filth. The only reason that I'm offering you an honorable way out is to save the people of Louisiana the humiliation of having to deal with you."
"I need to think about it," Governor Dobbins said, sweat now pouring down his face.
"You have until I leave to decide," Sally replied. "Once I leave this office, if I don't have your complete agreement and cooperation, my next stops will be the Baton Rouge Advocate and the New Orleans Advocate. I've already taken the liberty of inviting CZN to meet me outside once our meeting is concluded. It's over, Gary," Sally said. "Accept it and retire without the public realizing what a complete piece of shit you are. Or maybe you'd prefer everyone to know exactly what you are?"
"You're dead meat," Governor Dobbins said viciously, his eyes narrowing. "You don't know who you're fucking with."
"I know exactly who I'm fucking with, to borrow your words," Sally replied. "I'm leaving now. What is your answer?"
"You're dead meat," Governor Dobbins said, glaring at her. "You won't live long enough to tell anyone."
"I'm so glad that you've so explicit in your response, Governor," Sally said, reaching into her bag and withdrawing her phone, showing it to him, his eyes widening when he saw that it was on record mode. "I'll be giving this to my attorney after I speak to CZN and the two newspapers. I'm sure that he'll make sure that it finds its way into the FBI's hands if anything untoward should happen to me."
"You fucking bitch!" Governor Dobbins practically screamed, jumping to his feet. "You the fuck do you think you are?"
"I am Sally Budreau, the next Senator from Louisiana and the woman who is kicking your sorry ass out of this office," Sally replied, her voice steel, her gaze piercing. "Your only choice is leaving and going home and never being heard from again or leaving and going to prison for a long, long time. Good-bye, Governor," she said, turning on her heel and heading for the door.
"Wait!" Governor Dobbins said just as her hand touched the door knob. "You win," he said, his shoulders sagging, his face aging 100 years in mere seconds. "You win."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Okay, this is more than just a few corrupt Senators being outed," the President said the next morning, deadly serious, Eve standing by his side, but not touching him, Ann, Jerry Myers, Chris Vanger, Bob Carr, and Steve Einstein standing in front of his desk. "This is a conspiracy to get rid of my biggest and most influential supporters. This is treason. Treason," he repeated, banging his fist on his desk. "I want to know who is responsible for this and I want to know now!"
"Mr. President, unless we can get warrants to subpoena the domain records of the websites who have been posting this material, there's no way of knowing," Chris Vanger said nervously. "Whoever is doing this has been extraordinarily careful. They're not leaving any obvious footprints. And none of the people who have resigned are talking, to anyone. They all seem very frightened."
"You have no grounds to be successful asking for a subpoena," Steve Einstein said. "Nobody has broken any laws on the surface and you don't have anything to prove either a treason or a conspiracy."
"But this is illegal," the President protested.
"Mr. President, the only clear illegalities are those of some of the people who have resigned," Steve Einstein pointed out. "And their guilt seems to be so overwhelming that I don't think you're going to find much sympathy for a conspiracy theory regarding them. The public seems to be thoroughly disgusted by their actions."
"Bob, what can you do?" the President asked. "Can't you investigate this?"
"I could, Mr. President," Bob Carr replied, "but without the power of a subpoena, I'm not going to get anywhere."
"Can't you use national security to get the subpoenas?" the President asked. "Go to the FISA court?"
"I'll certainly try, Mr. President," the Attorney General replied, nodding grimly.
"Mr. President, I'm concerned with the affect this is having on our majority in the Senate," Jerry said. "We now only have a majority of two and there are four or five Senators whose loyalty to you and the Republican cause is questionable. Without Senator McKinney holding them in line, I worry about our ability to get legislation passed."
"Ann, what are your impressions?" the President asked suddenly.
"Mr. President?" Ann replied.
"What is your general feeling about all of this?" the President asked. "You're the only one in the room who doesn't think in political terms."
"To be honest, Mr. President, I'm rather disgusted by it," Ann replied. "To think that our highest officials are so morally corrupt is frightening. It makes me worry about the state of the nation, the direction that we're heading if such people are the ones controlling things."
"I think what's scary is that someone is attacking us," Eve said. "And we don't even know who it is."
"I understand how you can extrapolate what's happened as a peripheral attack on yourself," Ann said, "but I think that's not how the general public is going to perceive it. I certainly don't. I see it as someone going after corruption and corrupt officials and I think that that's a good thing."
"Jerry, get together with Stephan and start working on a messaging campaign to push the narrative that this is an attack on the Presidency and the nation as a result. I want to see and hear the words treason and conspiracy all the time."
"I'll get right on it, Mr. President," Jerry replied.
"Don't forget to play up the successful confirmations of Jane Adams as Secretary of Education and Debbie Johnson as Secretary of Transportation," Eve said. "Keep showing what a great President we have, one with good judgement."
"Great judgement," the President said. "No president has ever had better judgement."
"Yes, sir," Jerry said.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Mr. President, I have some news," Tony Pellegrini's voice said from the speaker phone.
"Will Bulgaria cooperate?" the President asked.
"They'd like to," Tony said, "but they'd like you to help them with some of their problems."
"They scratch my back, I'll scratch theirs," the President said, sliding his hand up the back of Eve's leg as she stood next to him, squeezing her ass cheek. "What do they want?"
"Well, money," Tony replied, laughing, "uh, to fight corruption."
"So, we'll give them money to fight corruption," the President said as he worked his fingers into Eve's panties to slide between her slick pussy lips.
"They also need some materiel for their anti-corruption forces," Tony said. "APCs, assault rifles, sniper rifles, RPGs, and ammunition."
"So, we'll give them what they need," the President replied. "But they have to announce that they're doing everything they can to fight corruption, including corruption at BulgEnergy and the Jadens," the President said. "Unless they make it clear what our help is for, no deal."
"I'm sure that it won't be a problem, Mr. President," Tony said. "I'll talk to them and then head back to Washington and fill you in personally."
"Now there's a man who knows how to get things done," the President said as he pumped two fingers in and out of his daughter's pussy as she leaned forward, her hands on his desk, her legs parted to make it easier for him.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Mr. Alvarez, thank you for seeing me," Bill said as he shook hands with the thick-set man with uncharacteristic grey eyes, not often seen on someone of Hispanic heritage.
"How could I resist, Mr. Szucks," Jimmy Alvarez said with a smile. "Anyone who starts off with I want to get rid of Skeeter Dunesh is irresistible."
"My company does data analytics," Bill said, handing him one of his new The Future cards. "We have a unique ability to find information to make our analytics the cutting edge in the industry today. I confidently say that nobody can match what we do."
"And why is that, Mr. Szucks?" Jimmy asked.
"Because I came up with the algorithm that makes it all possible," Bill replied. "To put it bluntly, even the government can't do what I can do unless they use all of their resources, and even then, I think I can do better."
"That's quite a statement," Jimmy said. "What is it that you're proposing?"
"You've been involved in local government in different capacities for almost 15 years," Bill said. "I like your positions on community relationships and government in general. I think you'd be a credit to your community, the State of California, and the House of Representatives."
"Skeeter Dunesh has this district under his thumb," Jimmy said. "He's got what appears to be unlimited financial resources and the support of the state and national Republican machinery. I can't see how it would be possible to get rid of him, short of prison or death."
"I think prison is our best bet," Bill said, smiling. "Like you say, he has seemingly unlimited access to financial resources, apparently legitimate."
"You say apparently legitimate," Jimmy responded. "Do you know something that would put the lie to that?"
"The American Liberty Super PAC is the source of 80% of his financial support," Bill explained. "They are constantly running support ads for him and negative ads against anyone who speaks up against him."
"You're not telling me anything that I don't know," Jimmy said.
"I've researched American Liberty," Bill said. "It's like an onion, but I was able peel the onion and found that it ultimately leads back to Moscow. They've very cleverly set everything up, hiding it through numerous backdoor organizations, but at the source, it's totally a Kremlin-run operation."
"Jesus!" Jimmy gasped. "If that's true, that would be incredible. There are a lot of Republican politicians in this country beholden to American Liberty. But even if that's true, Skeeter will just act surprised, denounce them, and nothing will happen."
"Ah, but here's where my research has been particularly fruitful," Bill said, grinning. "During one of the summer breaks, Representative Dunesh went for an ostensible vacation to Vienna, Austria, where he met with one Valeri Rykov."
"Rykov!" Jimmy said. "He's close to Grodin. I've heard that he's one of his top consigliore."
"Exactly," Bill agreed. "It's not necessarily illegal for Dunesh to be meeting with him, though it is very questionable. The connection is that the meeting was made and facilitated by American Liberty. I have emails and text messages confirming this. Checking further, I found a series of blinds in the Cayman Islands and the British Isles where money from Russia was washed and injected into American Liberty. I have the bank transfers and reams of records supporting this."
"My, god!" Jimmy said. "If that's true, you can expose the entire operation, take it down, discredit every single politician who has taken their money."
"True," Bill agreed. "But that won't necessarily be considered illegal, just embarrassing. With Dunesh, we can prove that he knew and that becomes illegal."
"It's also treasonous," Jimmy said, his face darkening with rage.
"I agree," Bill said.
"Damn!" Jimmy exclaimed. "Okay, so you expose them, discredit Dunesh. He has to resign, maybe go to prison. There still needs to be an election. The Republicans own this district."
"James Horner and Ethan Crawford also get most of their support from American Liberty," Bill said, smiling at the look of astonishment on Jimmy's face. "That would eviscerate the Republicans in this district. With the proper campaign, I think that you could win a special election, don't you?"
"It would definitely be possible," Jimmy agreed. "Jesus!"
"Even though California would not have a Representative for this district until the election, President Pocksy would lose his main attack dog from the House, along with a vote," Bill said.
"My god, you're going after Pocksy?" Jimmy asked, his eyes wide in astonishment.
"Pocksy will get rid of himself," Bill said confidently. "I'm more interested in getting rid of the scum clogging the parts of government that actually are supposed to be doing things for the country. I think that getting rid of Dunesh could be a good start."
"Okay, supposing everything that you're telling me is true, what do you want from me?" Jimmy asked.
"Tell me how you might be vulnerable to attack, first of all," Bill replied.
"Politically, not at all, unless you count my philosophy," Jimmy replied. "And I can handle anything that they throw at me in that regard."
"What about personally?" Bill asked. "You have to know that they're going to turn over every rock to find any dirt on you that they can find. Are you vulnerable?"
"Why do I think that you already know the answer to that?" Jimmy asked after a long pause. "Maybe," he conceded.
"I agree," Bill said, nodding.
"What do you know?" Jimmy asked nervously.
In answer, Bill slid a folder across the desk to him, then sat back.
"Fuck!" Jimmy said as he looked through the folder and the photos that it contained. "Jesus Fucking Christ! How could you possibly get this?" he asked, looking up, more angry than anything.
"Like most people, you enjoy taking photos of good times," Bill said. "And like most people, you use your phones."
"But iPhones are supposed to be unhackable!" Jimmy said, shaking his head.
"They are, or were," Bill replied. "I can read and extract any information from any phone on the planet except for the most encrypted government-issued secure phones."
"You're not serious!" Jimmy gasped, staring wide-eyed.
"I'd say that those photos prove my point," Bill said.
"Christ!" Jimmy said, running a hand through his hair. "Are you blackmailing me?"
"Not at all," Bill replied, laughing. "I'm trying to demonstrate how good I am and how I can help you."
"This helps me?" Jimmy said, indicating the photos, photos of he and his wife having sex with other people.
"My research has turned up a surprising statistic," Bill said. "It shows that 28% of the registered voters in your district are involved in swinging, more Republicans than Democrats. You and your wife seem to swing with the same five couples."
"That's right," Jimmy said, total bewilderment on his face. "They're all long-standing friends."
"And all professionals with a lot to lose if their personal lives were exposed, like you," Bill said. "Which I imagine is one of the reasons that you have such implicit trust in their discretion."
"I'd trust them without that," Jimmy said, sighing. "Fuck!"
"Look, I'm here knowing what I know because I think that you're the person who could and should replace Representative Dunesh," Bill said. "I have absolutely no problem with you and your wife being swingers, especially if we can keep that private. My wife and I have been swinging for more than 20 years."
"Are you serious?" Jimmy asked, his jaw dropping.
"Very," Bill replied, laughing. "In fact, if you're not offended, I'm sure that my wife would love it if you'd invite us into your circle of friends. You're clearly our kind of people."
"Well, I'll be damned," Jimmy said, laughing. "This is certainly turning into one of the most remarkable days of my life. Okay, what do you propose?"
"I will provide you with everything that you need to nail Skeeter Dunesh," Bill said. "I have influence with the Make American Politics Better Super PAC. I will ensure that you get support from them, as much as necessary. I want you to go after Dunesh in every way possible, especially social media. Publish everything. Hide nothing. Let everyone see him for who and what he is, a Kremlin agent. You need to play up that point. As soon as you go public, Make American Politics Better will start piling on, making sure that this issue goes viral. We'll also be targeting every other Republican politician with ties to American Liberty. With any luck, we can get several dozen of them to either resign, or at the least, become embroiled in expensive, public legal problems. Stupidity isn't necessarily a crime, but it's a death knell for a politician."
"Agreed," Jimmy said, smiling.
"Normally, The Future charges $1 million per year for our data analytics services," Bill said. "I know that that is unaffordable for you at this time, but I'd still prefer for you to sign a contract with us for reasons of my own. When you become the Representative of your district to the House of Representatives, then we'll take another look at that, as you'll definitely be in a position to pay by then. You'll find that the normal data analytics that we provide to be very useful, I'm sure."
"I have no doubt about it," Jimmy said.
"Jimmy," they heard a woman's voice calling out from outside the office.
"Oh, shit, I forgot," Jimmy said, glancing at the photos spread over his desk. "My wife is joining me for lunch today. Uh, would you like to meet her?"
"Most definitely," Bill replied, smiling. "I've wanted to meet her ever since I first saw these photos. She's enough to give any man tongue cramps."
"Maria, come in," Jimmy said as he got up and opened the door to his office. "There's someone that I'd like you to meet."
"Hello," Maria said when she entered, a dark-haired, voluptuous Latina with large D-cup breasts wearing a tube dress that came down to her generous upper thighs, her full bubble ass jiggling suggestively beneath.
"This is Bill Szucks," Jimmy introduced. "My wife, Maria."
"Mr. Szucks," Maria said, holding out her hand and struggling not to laugh. "I apologize, but you have a most unusual name."
"So I've been told," Bill replied, smiling at the beautiful woman. "Though I'm told it suits me."
"Oh! Really?" Maria asked, her eyes wide.
"Maria, I need to show you something," Jimmy said, leading her over to his desk, "then I'll explain."
"Oh, my!" Maria said, her eyes widening and a hand going to her mouth when she saw the photos, then turned to look at Bill.
Jimmy quickly jumped in, explaining as best he could what was going on.
"Is this true?" Maria asked, staring at Bill.
"100%," Bill assured her. "How do you feel about what you've heard?"
"Well, good, scared, shocked, curious," Maria replied, shaking her head. "It's a lot to take in."
"Bill and his wife are swingers," Jimmy said, not having mentioned that yet.
"Really!?" Maria replied, smiling.
"Yes," Bill replied. "I was telling Jimmy that I'm sure that my wife would love to be a part of your group of friends."
"He said that his tongue cramps looking at the photos," Jimmy added, grinning.
"Just your wife?" Maria asked. "Not you?"
"I wouldn't miss the opportunity," Bill replied.
"And you came here all the way from Washington, D.C. just to tell Jimmy about all of this?" Maria asked.
"That's right," Bill replied. "It's important and I know how valuable face time and body language are."
"Has your wife seen these photos?" Maria asked, pushing them around on the desk, looking at them.
"She has," Bill replied, nodding.
"What was her reaction?" Maria asked.
"We're a lot alike," Bill replied. "We both love a juicy pussy."
"Jimmy?" Maria asked, looking at her husband.
"You know better," Jimmy replied, going to the door and locking it. "I can't think of a better way to seal the deal."
"It's been a long time since we've played with anyone new," Maria said, sauntering over to the sofa, her full, bubble ass jiggling beneath her short tube dress. "Would you like to do something about your tongue cramps?" she asked as she sat down, sliding her tube dress up to her waist and lifting her feet to the edge of the sofa, exposing her shaved pussy, no panties, her fat, thick pussy lips spreading apart to reveal a glistening interior, juices visibly leaking and running down to her starred rosebud, a big, fat clit seeming to throb above her gaping hole.
"Fuck, yeah," Jimmy breathed when Bill leaned forward and dragged his tongue up between Maria's fat pussy lips, then sank it into her, tasting her musky flavor as her juices flowed onto his tongue.
When Bill moved up to suck on Maria's fat clit, she bucked like a bronco, her whole body spasming as she came. Lowering his tongue back into her and gluing his mouth to her pussy, Bill literally drank her juices as she came.
"She comes like a river," Jimmy said next to him.
"I've never eaten such a juicy pussy in my life," Bill gasped, lifting his face from Maria's pussy and looking at her, then to the side at Jimmy who was jacking his 6" cock, a very thick cock, Bill noticed.
"Go ahead, fuck her," Jimmy said, and Bill complied, getting rid of his pants in record time, then jamming his cock into Maria's sopping pussy, moaning when he felt her hot, velvety wetness engulf him, then squeeze him as he began to fuck her.
Bill was amazed as Maria seemed able to ripple her pussy muscles, milking his cock as he fucked her. Jimmy reached in with one hand to pull the top of her tube dress down, releasing her big, D-cup breasts with silver-dollar-sized, dark, hard nipples, sticking out like pencil erasers, squeezing them and pulling on them as Bill continued to pump his cock in and out of her pussy.
"Oh, shit, I'm going to cum," Bill gasped after several minutes.
"In her mouth," Jimmy said. "She loves eating cum."
And Bill did just that, pulling his cock from Maria's magical pussy as she sat forward, opening her mouth to receive his glistening, gooey cock, wrapping her lips around him as he exploded, cum gushing into her eagerly sucking mouth as he drained his balls.
"Oh, my, it is definitely a pleasure to meet you," Maria said when she had finished sucking him off and he stood back as she licked her lips and continued swallowing.
"You are a world-class fuck," Bill said, shaking his head as Jimmy lifted his wife's legs, leaning her back on the sofa as he filled her pussy with his own cock and commenced fucking her.
"Practice makes perfect," Maria said with a laugh as she pulled on her own large, dark, turgid nipples while her husband sawed his cock in and out of her pussy.
Bill enjoyed watched Jimmy fucking her, her fat pussy lips sliding along the shaft of his thick cock as it plumbed her depths.
"Yes, yes," Maria gasped when Jimmy finally groaned, his head thrown back as he pumped her pussy full of cum.
"You are a world-class fuck," Jimmy gasped when he finished cumming and stepped back, letting her lower her legs, her feet on the edge of the sofa, her cum-drooling pussy spread wide. "It's why I married you."
"Do you think that your wife will enjoy us, too?" Maria asked.
"I know that she will," Bill replied, dropping to his knees and gluing his mouth to her cum-filled pussy, the delight on her face showing how much she enjoyed watching him eat her pussy, not stopping until he had cleaned her of the cum cocktail that had filled her. "She's going to be jealous when I tell her about this," he said, smiling up at her.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Mr. Szucks, I cannot begin to tell you how impressed I am with what you are achieving," Jorge Zorosh said as the two men ate lunch together in Jorge's private dining room in his office. "The fear from the Republicans is palpable. They don't know what's happening or where the next blow will come from. Skeeter Dunesh was one of the most corrupt politicians in the country and for all practical purposes, invulnerable, until you turned your attentions on him. Seeing him arrested and led away in handcuffs was one of the most satisfying things I've ever seen."
"It was an absolute pleasure to get rid of that piece of trash," Bill said, smiling, pleased with the compliment.
"We've only got 18 months until the next election," Jorge said. "My personal belief is that there are far more corrupt Representatives than Senators. I'd like you to orchestrate a master stroke that will give Speaker Agnelli the courage to start an impeachment process against the President."
"Wow!" Bill replied, staring at him. "Are you serious?"
"Very serious, Bill," Jorge said. "I know that any impeachment will not get through the Senate. The Republicans have totally lost their way, forgotten what their jobs are. They're only interested in power and no longer have the good of the nation foremost in their minds. That's not to say that the Democrats are much better, but I see their behavior as more a dysfunction based on no common agreement as to what they want to do. They're not trying to destroy the very fabric of what the country is supposed to be the way the Republicans seem to be doing. If we don't stop them, we're heading to a single party ruling the country for the foreseeable future and I can't abide that."
"We're on the same page there," Bill said, nodding. "What do you propose?"
"I want you to turn your attention to all of the Republicans in the House of Representatives," Jorge replied. "I'm sure that it takes time to do real in-depth investigations, but perhaps something a bit less thorough will turn up enough to tell us who the most egregious offenders are."
"I could do that," Bill replied slowly. "It might take a few weeks, a month, but it would give us enough to know who to look at more thoroughly. But what will we do with it? I usually approach people who can be good replacements before I go after someone. That takes time."
"The situation is too serious to take that approach and time is short," Jorge said. "We need to create a state of shock in the electorate that will result in a tidal change of opinion towards the Republican party altogether. Replacing Representatives is a time-consuming process, unlike Senators. Most states allow the Governor to simply replace a Senator, whereas Representatives must be chosen via special elections, which take time. I want to use that time to sew massive confusion in the Republicans. I want them scared. We might not turn all of the seats, but we will at least get Republicans who aren't as corrupt, who see the writing on the wall."
"How will we do that?" Bill asked, shocked at the enormity and scope of his ambitions.
"You know who Brock Presser is?" Jorge asked.
"The former attorney general?" Bill asked.
"That's right," Jorge replied, nodding. "He and I go back a long way, though there is no connection between us that anyone could put their finger on. He will be creating a Super PAC, No More Corruption. He will be the only person connected or working for it, his law office. Once we have the results of your research, he will issue a warning that he is prepared to expose the Republican party for the corrupt, anti-American organization that it has become. He will warn that he will expose each and every corrupt Republican in the House of Representatives if they do not immediately resign. Those that resign, he will not expose, providing that they retire from politics in every possible way. The rest he will expose, very publicly. He is not going to make it a long, drawn-out affair. They will be given 48 hours. He will point to the resignations that have already occurred, giving the impression that he was behind them. This should scare the rest into believing that he can and will do as he threatens."
"Wow!" Bill said, sitting back. "Just wow! Scorched earth."
"It's how you regenerate a forest," Jorge said. "You burn it down. We're going to burn down the forest called the House of Representatives. Speaker Agnelli will be spoken to. Things will be explained to her. One of the things that will be explained is that the Democrats are next. We're going to give her the chance to delay that long enough to get articles of impeachment passed. I know the speaker. She is basically an honorable lady and I'm sure that she secretly wishes that the trash from her own party was dealt with. Once the House passes the impeachment articles, we'll go after the Democrats in the same way. We are going to wake up the public, force them to react."
"But under what basis would the House bring articles of impeachment?" Bill asked. "I mean, the President is scum, but has he actually done anything that is clearly impeachable?"
"I happen to know that the President and his personal attorney, Tony Pellegrini, are involved in impeachable, treasonous actions in Bulgaria," Jorge replied, smiling tightly. "I have been contacted by people in the Bulgarian government who are very concerned by what they are doing. All of this will soon be exposed. The House will have more than enough to initiate the impeachment process. But none of it will be possible without you."
"My wife is not going to like this," Bill said, chuckling. "She's already bothered by how much I've been working lately."
"Your wife is one of the few beacons of sanity in the administration," Jorge said. "I'm aware of the ameliorating effect that she is having or at least trying to have on a number of things. Talk to her. Explain what we're doing. She'll understand and see that there is light at the end of the tunnel. We're all going to have to sacrifice if we want to save the country."
"God, I hope that someone makes a movie one day about this whole thing," Bill sighed.
"Bill, they're going to write books about it," Jorge assured him. "Our personal roles might never be known, but you and I, with some help from some dedicated Americans, are going to change history."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Amanda, get me the President of Bulgaria on the phone," the President said into the speaker phone, Eve at his side with a hand on his shoulder, and Ann, Chris Vanger, Tony Pellegrini, Jerry Myers, Bob Carr, and Steve Einstein standing in front of his desk.
"Mr. President, please be careful," Steve Einstein begged.
"Mr. President, President Georgiev is on the line," Amanda Searls' voice announced over the speaker phone as the President waved his hand at Steve, shushing him.
"Mr. President, it is an honor to speak with you," President Georgiev's said, the speaker phone allowing everyone to listen to the call.
"Yes, I'm sure it is," President Pocksy replied with his usual arrogance.
"I am very pleased that you are willing to help me with my problems," President Georgiev said. "It is most appreciated. I'd like to be able to thank you personally."
"Well, maybe we can do that," President Pocksy replied. "But I'm expecting you to help me with my problems, too. It's a two-way street."
"Of course," President Georgiev replied. "Of course. And we will be very happy to help you. BulgEnergy has been a problem for me for a while, especially with Archer Jaden on the board. We have always been concerned that his father has had an undue influence on him. Profits have been affected by his input. Ambassador Ilieva has effectively blocked many of my efforts to deal with BulgEnergy."
"Well, I can tell you that she won't be bothering you much longer," President Pocksy said. "My personal attorney, Tony Pellegrini, has made me aware of her negative effect on things in Bulgaria. As soon as you make your announcement, we will announce our help in helping you to combat this threat to your country. I'm sure that we could then arrange a meeting, perhaps here in the Oval Office, to show the world how we have cooperated to fight corruption."
"I look forward to it, Mr. President," President Georgiev said. "Thank you."
"Thank you," President Pocksy said, terminating the call then looking up with a smile like that of the cat bird eating a canary. "That was a perfect call," he announced. "Perfect."
"It could be problematic, Mr. President," Steve Einstein said, sweat beading his brow. "It could be construed as you using a foreign government to attack a political opponent."
"Nonsense," the President said dismissively. "We're helping a valued ally to combat corruption."
"I agree," Chris Vanger said, nodding. "Just because Bo Jaden is likely to be the Democratic nominee in the coming election doesn't mean that we have to tread lightly if he's part of a corrupt, malign influence in another country. You're perfectly within your rights to help."
"Bob, what can we do to help Skeeter Dunesh?" the President asked. "He's a good man, one of my staunchest supporters in the House."
"Mr. President, I've got my people going over the so-called evidence against him," the Attorney General replied. "There's a good chance that the DOJ will not find anything worth bothering with."
"What about the violations of California state law?" Jerry asked. "You can't stop them from bringing charges. His position will become untenable if they bring state charges against him. He'll be forced to resign."
"There's already pressure on the House Ethics Committee to suspend him," Chris Vanger said. "It doesn't look good. Other than a statement of support for him, we can't really do anything."
"I am not going to issue a statement of any kind," the President said, shaking his head and crossing his arms over his chest. "Every time I've done that lately, it has blown up in my face. I'll issue a statement when it can't hurt me."
"Mr. President, we need to find out who is behind this conspiracy to attack you obliquely," Tony Pellegrini said. "It is nothing short of treason."
"It's just sour grapes because my father won the election," Eve said.
"It's more than sour grapes," Jerry said. "Half a dozen of your top people and supporters have been taken out, not to mention all of the judicial appointments that suddenly resigned. We still don't know why they resigned. Find that out, maybe we'll find out who is orchestrating this."
"It's a conspiracy, I tell you," Tony Pellegrini grumbled.
"Of course it's a conspiracy," the President snorted. "Now all of you get to work and find out who's behind it. Get out!"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Jesus, he was right," Bill said as pumped his cock in and out of Ann's ass that night as they watched the news.
"Who? What?" Ann asked, grinding her ass against him as he fucked her.
"Mr. Zorosh said that there was some illegal stuff going on in Bulgaria that would end up being grounds for impeachment," Bill explained. "Firing Ambassador Penka Ilieva is crazy. She's a career diplomat. She's not at all political."
"Well, I can tell you that their heads are spinning in the White House," Ann said, sighing as Bill's cock continued sluicing her ass. "They're totally freaked out by the conspiracy against the President, as they like to call it."
"They've got a lot of nerve," Bill laughed. "They're the ones in a conspiracy against America and everything that it stands for. God, I love your ass!" he cried out, his balls exploding, cum pumping into her.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Who the fuck is this Colonel Wineland?" the President asked a few days later at the morning meeting, Eve at his side, her hand on his shoulder, and Ann, Jerry Myers, Steve Einstein, Bob Carr, and Chris Vanger in front of his desk.
"He is one of the most decorated Marines in the service," Steve Einstein replied with a sigh. "He was a member of the Raiders, specializing in intelligence. He got caught behind the lines in Iraq with his unit and was wounded in the ensuing firefight and received a Bronze Star with Clusters, the Purple Heart, and the Congressional Medal of Honor for single-handedly saving two men from his unit by carrying them out of harm's way. He had to leave the Raiders as a result of his injuries, which almost killed him, and went to work for the NSC as an intelligence analyst. He is a hero in every sense of the word."
"Then what is he doing filing a whistleblower complaint?" the President asked.
"According to the complaint," Steve Einstein replied, "he was one of several people listening in on the phone call to President Georgiev. He felt that you were breaking the law, so he lodged a complaint with his immediate superior, then a whistleblower complaint directly to Congress when his superior ignored him and did nothing about it."
"But I didn't do anything wrong," the President complained. "It was the most perfect phone call ever. Never been a more perfect phone call in the history of the country. Is he a Never-Pocksy guy?"
"We have no indication of such," Steve replied. "He's a registered Republican. He's never done or said anything political that I have been able to find. Because of who he is, he's being taken very seriously. The House Ethics Committee has requested a transcript of the call."
"Deny it," the President said. "Fuck them."
"We have denied it, Mr. President," Steve replied, "but they're already suing in Federal court to force us to turn it over."
"Fight them," the President said. "You make sure that they don't get that transcript, Bob."
"It's a matter of Executive Privilege," the Attorney General replied. "You have a right to speak privately with foreign leaders. I'll put our best people on it. This is another attack on the Presidency, an attempt to curtail your power."
"Take it to the Supreme Court if you have to," the President said. "They'll back me. They owe me their jobs."
"I'll make sure that certain justices remember that," Jerry said, "on the Q.T."
"Ann, I heard a panel on the news discussing the worsening economy," the President said. "Why are they saying that? The economy is better than it's been in 100 years."
"Bankruptcies are soaring, Mr. President," Ann replied. "Unemployment numbers are going up. Prices of basic goods have increased. People are really starting to feel it, especially in the Midwest, which is farm country."
"Why doesn't the Fed just lower the interest rates?" the President said. "I've said it again and again, they just need to lower the rates and help me beat the fucking Chinese."
"That's exactly why they're reluctant to lower them, Mr. President," Ann replied. "The Fed Chairman has been very clear that he's not going to let the Fed be used as a weapon in an ill-advised trade war, his words," Ann said. "He said just yesterday in an interview that he's advised you several times of the ramifications of the tariffs. He is very disinclined to help you with a policy that he disagrees with."
"Then I'll replace him," the President said. "I can fire anybody. I'll find someone who will do what I tell them."
"You can request his resignation, Mr. President, but you can't fire him," Ann said, shaking her head.
"But I appointed him," the President replied in astonishment.
"Yes, and that's the limit of your power over the Fed," Ann said. "They are an independent branch and they are very jealous of that independence."
"There's a lot more grumbling from House Republicans from the Midwestern states," Jerry said. "It's their constituents who are taking the brunt of the effects of the tariffs. And they can't get the assistance they'd usually be able to get because you've cut or eliminated so many of the social support mechanisms that would normally deal with these things."
"Then we'll just give them a subsidy," the President said. "Congress would have to agree, otherwise they'd just look mean."
"I don't think that it's going to work quite that way, Mr. President," Chris Vanger said. "Already the Democrats are pointing the finger at you, blaming you for the hardships because of the tariffs. For a change, they're pretty unified on this and they're making a lot of noise. The leadership is making the rounds of the talk shows, slamming you every chance that they get."
"What are we going to do about Skeeter Dunesh?" the President asked.
"There's not much we can do, Mr. President," Chris replied. "California arrested him and charged him with a series of crimes, which is why he resigned from his position last night, to fight the unfair charges, as he put it."
"So what's going to happen now?" the President asked.
"They'll have a special election," Chris explained. "It could take 6 months. Meanwhile, there's one less vote and a lot less influence on the rest of the Republican House members. A lot of them seem to be running scared."
"Fucking cowards," the President said.
"It's a heavily Republican district," Chris said. "At least we can count on a Republican replacing him. They've never elected a Democrat to any state or federal office."
"This whole thing is having a knock-on effect," Jerry said. "Of the 28 people waiting confirmation for judgeships, 9 of them have asked to have their names removed from consideration. There's a lot of fear."
"Who is doing this to me?" the President shouted, knocking Eve's hand from his shoulder as he got to his feet, his face red. "I want them found. This is bullshit! This is all made up, fake bullshit. It's a fucking witch hunt!"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Finally!" Ann said when Bill crawled into bed after midnight. "I almost never see you anymore," she complained, crawling on top of him and reaching down to guide his cock to her hungry pussy, sighing as she felt it filling her.
"I need 30 hours in a day," Bill complained, reaching up to pinch and pull on her hard, dark nipples, causing her to gasp as her pussy clamped down on his cock. "I find myself torn between two extremes, utter exhaustion and being overwhelmed at the enormity of what I'm trying to do and exhilaration that I'm really doing something that is going to change everything, hopefully for the better."
"How is it going?" Ann asked, dismounting him to lean over and suck on his cock, savoring the flavor of her own pussy all over him.
"It's scary, actually," Bill replied, sighing as he felt her hot mouth envelope him, his cock filling her mouth and throat as she sucked on him. "I'm beginning to wonder if there's anything even close to a non-corrupt politician, at least the Republican ones."
"Do you think the Democrats will be any better?" she asked, licking her lips as she mounted him once again.
"That's what scares me the most," Bill replied. "I'm afraid that the main prerequisite for being a politician is being corrupt in some way."
"Will you cut the Democrats any slack when you turn your attention to them?" Ann asked, her hips rocking back and forth as she fucked him.
"No, no fucking way," Bill replied vehemently. "I meant what I said when I said that I was sick and tired of corrupt scum ruining the country. I've never been particularly political, though I lean more towards the Democratic ideals than the Republican ones."
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, the White House is practically in melt-down panic mode," Ann said, feeling his cock swelling, knowing that his orgasm was imminent. "The President was literally frothing at the mouth, red in the face as he was screaming at everyone to find out who was out to get him. It makes me a little bit afraid of what might happen to you if they find out."
"There's no way they can trace anything back to me," Bill said, groaning as his balls exploded, Ann's pussy milking him as he came deep inside of her. "Any attempt to access any of my systems without knowing the security protocols will not just wipe the drives, it will make them totally unrecoverable."
"I trust you and I believe you and in you," Ann said, leaning over to kiss him deeply as she squeezed the last cum from his cock with her pussy, then crawled up his body to plant her cum-filled pussy on his mouth. "Here's your treat for being such a good boy," she said, sighing as he began to feast on her gooey, swampy pussy.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Daddy, aren't you going to go down to the Oval Office for the morning meeting?" Eve asked the next morning up in the Residence, sipping a cup of tea while the President watched Faux News.
"It can wait," the President replied, scowling at the TV as they talked about the constant stream of corrupt Republicans who had been exposed, arrested, or resigned.
"Where's Sylvia?" Eve asked innocently.
"How should I know," the President replied angrily. "I almost never even see her anymore."
"Is she still...fucking her Secret Service detail?" Eve asked, watching him carefully.
"I have no control over her anymore," the President complained. "She doesn't even extend me the courtesy of knowing her schedule."
"Is she here?" Eve asked, setting down her tea cup.
"I don't know," the President replied. "Maybe. I'm not sure."
Eve said nothing, just watched him, reading his body language and knowing that he was working himself into a rage, when he suddenly jumped to his feet and headed down the hallway, Eve quickly following him. When he got to the door of Sylvia's suite of rooms, he hesitated for a moment, then opened the door and barged in, finding the room empty, the bed made.
"She's not here," he said, looking around the room. "She's probably somewhere else, getting laid. She hasn't let me fuck her in over a year!"
"It's one of my favorite parts of being Jewish now," Eve said, moving to the bed and letting her hand slide over the cover. "Jerry's not the best in bed, but at least he has to give me some on Fridays."
"He's lucky I let him marry you," the President said, moving up behind her.
"Why don't we give him a call, get him over here," Eve suggested. "He can suck your cock, get you off. You both seem to enjoy it."
"And you don't mind watching, do you?" the President asked, one hand sliding down her back to caress her ass.
"I find it more amusing than anything," Eve replied, leaning over, both hands on the bed. "Maybe you'd like to fuck me in the ass," she suggested in a tremulous voice. "You haven't done that in a long time."
"I thought that you didn't like it," the President said, both hands on her ass now.
"If you're gentle, I won't mind," Eve said, sharply drawing in her breath when he pulled her skirt up, exposing her ass, her G-string panty thread disappearing between her cheeks. "It makes me sad to see you so upset," she said. "Maybe it would make you feel better."
"She fucks her Secret Service detail on this bed," the President said, suddenly grabbing her panties and ripping them from her body.
Eve didn't say anything, just leaned forward on her elbows, hearing his zipper, then feeling the head of his cock rubbing up and down between her wet pussy lips.
"Not my pussy, Daddy," Eve gasped. "That would be wrong. You can have my ass, though. Please be gentle," she admonished when she felt the head of his cock pressing against her rosebud.
Eve had been dreaming of a cock in her ass ever since Bill had fucked her that way. Her pussy would get wet when she remembered how good it had felt. Now she moaned when she felt the head of her father's cock slip past her sphincter, then press inexorably deeper into her ass until she felt him pressing against her as his cock throbbed.
"Oh, Daddy," she sighed as he began to fuck her ass.
Eve could feel her pussy getting wet, the juices leaking and running down her inner thighs as her father pumped his cock in and out of her ass. He had been fucking her for almost a minute when she felt his cock swell and knew that he was going to cum.
"What the hell is going on here?" Sylvia's voice shouted, just as the President pulled his cock from Eve's ass, cum spraying from the end all over her. "Your own daughter, Thomas. Have you no shame, no decency. You are such a fucking pig," she shouted as she watched him hastily tucking his cock back into his trousers when he finished cumming, Eve's ass covered with streaks of cum as she struggled to her feet, her face flaming with embarrassment.
"If you were a real wife instead of a fucking whore, I wouldn't need to..." the President said, glaring at her.
"I am going to pay you back," Sylvia said in a cold voice, her close-set eyes blazing with fury. "How dare you humiliate me like this on my own bed."
"Maybe you'd like some of the same," the President taunted. "A cock up your ass was always your preferred way, if I remember correctly."
"As if you could get it up again," Sylvia retorted, laughing. "Oh, this is just perfect," she said, turning and leaving the room.
"Daddy?" Eve said, her face pale. "What will she do?"
"Nothing," the President replied. "Not a goddamned thing. Not while I'm President, anyway. Maybe you should talk to her, see if you can straighten things out."
"Me!" Eve exclaimed, feeling her skirt sticking to her cum-covered ass as she pulled it down, her pussy still leaking down her inner thighs. "She hates me."
"I can't even talk to her anymore," the President said. "Maybe you can get through. You're both women."
"Daddy, she just caught you with your cock in my ass," Eve sputtered. "I doubt that she's going to want to talk to me ever again. Oh, god, what if she tells Jerry!?"
"Talk to her," the President said bruskly. "Make a deal. That's what life is, a succession of deals. Make a deal with her somehow."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Ann, I need to talk to you," Eve said as they left a very short morning meeting.
"What's up?" Ann asked when they were in Eve's office.
"Something terrible has happened and I need some help," Eve said, a desperate look on her face. "M-my father was, well, it's a long story, but he was fucking me in my ass on Sylvia's bed and she walked in on us."
"Oh, my god!" Ann gasped, her eyes wide as her hand came up to cover her mouth, shocked to the core.
"Remember how I told you that only one other person had ever fucked me in the ass?" Eve asked. "Well, it was my father. It just sort of happened one day. I didn't want to commit incest, so I let him fuck my ass. He's never fucked my pussy," she added, as if that made a difference. "He loves me so much. I only want to help him be happy."
"I-I don't know what to say," Ann said, sitting back in her seat. "How can I possibly help?"
"I need to talk with Sylvia," Eve said. "Try to explain. I don't want her to do anything foolish. Daddy has enough problems right now."
"She could destroy him, and you," Ann said, actually feeling a cold, dead weight in her stomach. "It would devastate the country."
"I just have to talk to her, make some sort of a deal," Eve said.
"But what can I do?" Ann asked.
"Maybe you could be an intermediary, help broker a meeting between us," Eve suggested.
"I've never even exchanged a word with her," Ann said. "She doesn't know that I exist."
"Please, Ann," Eve begged, tears in her eyes. "I'm desperate."
"I can try, but I can't imagine why she'd speak to me," Ann said.
"She's been fucking her Secret Service detail," Eve said. "She won't fuck my father, but she fucks them. I saw it myself," she added when she saw the disbelief on Ann's face. "My father and I walked in on her. She had two of them. Cum was running from her pussy. It was all over her face. She threatened to go to the press and admit everything if my father made any trouble for them."
"My god, this is totally crazy!" Ann gasped.
"Will you help me?" Eve begged, the tears running down her face, making a mess of her makeup.
"I'll try," Ann replied, "but I can't promise anything."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Who is this and how did you get this number?" Sylvia's accented voice said.
"Mrs. Pocksy, my name is Ann Szucks," Ann replied. "I'm the President's Economic Advisor."
"Why would you be calling me?" Sylvia asked. "I've never even met you and I don't interfere in my husband's business."
"I'm calling on behalf of Eve," Ann replied. "She came to me for help, explained the situation to me, the whole situation," she added.
"She's a disgusting person, like her father," Sylvia said coldly.
"Yes, I understand that you two aren't exactly friends," Ann replied, "but she's a woman, as are you and I, and she is very upset, very worried, and would appreciate being able to meet with you to talk, see if there's any way to lower the tension, not blow everything up."
"Why should I?" Sylvia replied. "You know what she did?"
"I do," Ann replied. "She told me. She also told me about other things. This could be terrible for the country if it were to get out. I understand that you're very patriotic about your new country. I'm hoping that patriotism will matter, that you'd at least be willing to hear what she has to say, to talk with her."
"I do love my new country," Sylvia said. "I wouldn't want to be the cause of a crisis."
"Then you'll speak with Eve?" Ann asked.
"I will," Sylvia agreed after a pause, "but only if you are there, too."
"Me!" Ann exclaimed. "But why?"
"Because I don't trust her," Sylvia replied. "I'd like you to be there as a witness."
"I understand," Ann said, wondering what she was getting herself into. "When would be convenient for you?"
"In the morning, 11:00, my suite in the Residence," Sylvia answered.
"Thank you, Mrs. Pocksy," Ann said. "I appreciate it and I know that Eve will appreciate it."
"Please, never call me that," Sylvia said. "Sylvia will be okay."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I think you're nuts," Bill said, Ann's legs trapped beneath his arms as he pumped his cock in and out of her pussy.
"Well, I couldn't very well tell her that I wouldn't try to help," Ann replied, grunting as he slammed his cock into her. "But I wasn't expecting to be involved any more than that. It's such a weird situation."
"I'll say," Bill laughed. "The President getting caught fucking his own daughter in the ass by his wife, on her bed, no less."
"They're such a sick, dysfunctional family," Ann said, flexing her pussy, feeling Bill's cock lurch deep inside of her. "The only thing I can think is that they both want to avoid a scandal, Eve because she worships her father, Sylvia because she loves America."
"I can't wait to hear how it turns out," Bill said, pulling his cock from her pussy and crawling up her body to stick it in her mouth, exploding as her lips sealed around his cock, groaning as she sucked him off.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I am so nervous," Eve said to Ann the next morning as they approached Sylvia's doors, Ann's first time in the Residence area of the White House.
"Just be honest, show her some respect," Ann advised. "Remember, she feels wronged. It was her husband. Her cheating is not about you, it's about your father."
"I'll try," Eve said, knocking softly on the door.
"Come in," they heard and Eve turned the knob, entering the room to find Sylvia lounging on her bed in a silk bathrobe.
"Hi, Sylvia," Eve said nervously. "Thank you for seeing me."
"You have her to thank for that," Sylvia said, inclining her head towards Ann. "I recognize you now," she said, getting to her feet and cinching the bathrobe tightly, obviously naked beneath. "You're really the Economic Advisor?" she asked, looking at her dubiously.
"I am," Ann replied. "It's a pleasure to meet you, though I wish it were under different circumstances."
"I agree," Sylvia said. "Let's go to the sitting room," she said, leading them into the next room, Ann noticing that in spite of her age, that she still had great legs, the bathrobe only coming down to mid-thigh. "Would you care for some tea?" she asked, going to a sideboard.
"Thank you," Ann replied. "That would be nice."
"Eve?" Sylvia asked, turning to cast a narrow-eyed look on her.
"If you don't mind, yes, thank you," Eve replied nervously.
"I may not like you, but I was raised to be gracious to guests," Sylvia said. "And you're my guest right now."
Ann was grateful that Eve said nothing, just stood there. She could feel her trembling next to her.
"Please, sit down," Sylvia said, indicating seats around a breakfast table in a bay window alcove as she made tea. "So, what did you want to say to me?" she asked as she served the tea, then took a seat, her face an expressionless mask.
"Sylvia, I'm just so sorry," Eve blurted out, then began to cry, tears running down her face. "I know it was wrong and that you have a right to be really angry with me, but I promise, I swear, it wasn't about you."
"You were letting your father fuck you," Sylvia said bluntly.
"O-only in the ass," Eve stammered. "I'd never let him fuck me. That would be really wrong."
"My god, are you really that stupid?" Sylvia asked, laughing. "You think that there's a difference?"
"Well, yes," Eve replied, clueless. "I'd never do incest."
"And you don't consider your father fucking you in the ass to be incest?" Sylvia asked, incredulous.
"N-no," Eve replied. "It's not. It-it's different."
"Ann, what do you think of that?" Sylvia asked.
"Me?" Ann asked. "I'm not sure that I should be a part of this conversation."
"Nonsense," Sylvia said. "You're here. You're a woman. You have a father."
"My father is passed," Ann said.
"I'm sorry," Sylvia said. "But I think you understand me. Do you think that it's incest if a father fucks his daughter in the ass?"
"It is," Ann replied simply. "Any sexual activity between close relatives is incest."
"Why did you let him do that to you?" Sylvia asked. "Especially on my bed."
"I-it was my idea," Eve confessed, her face flushing. "He was so upset. All of the problems that he's having. I just wanted to do something to make him feel better. It's really hurt him that you, you know, are fucking your Secret Service detail and that you refuse to have anything to do with him. He's your husband."
"He fucks porn stars without a condom," Sylvia said bluntly. "He fucks Playboy models. Who knows how many other women he has fucked? There are plenty of them saying that he fucked them. Why shouldn't I enjoy myself? You couldn't pay me to fuck him, unless maybe if he wore two or three condoms. He's a disgusting pig who has no respect for me, for anyone but his own desires."
"He's not perfect," Eve said quietly, silent tears running down her face, her makeup smearing. "But he's my father and I love him. And he's the President! It's such a hard job. I don't want to be the cause of it being any harder than it already is. Do you?"
"I don't care about him, at all," Sylvia replied, "but I love my country, America. I am grateful that it has accepted me and I won't do anything to hurt it."
Ann was stunned as Eve broke down again, sobbing into her hands. It was no act, she was truly broken.
"What can I do to make things okay between us?" Eve asked when she looked up, the tears still coursing down her cheeks. "I'll do anything you want."
"Anything?" Sylvia asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Anything!" Eve insisted.
"Including never allowing him to fuck you in the ass again as long as I'm married to him, which I can assure you won't be a day longer than necessary once he leaves office?" Sylvia asked.
"Yes, I promise," Eve agreed readily.
"Do you suck his cock, too?" Sylvia asked.
"No! Never," Eve replied. "I swear."
"And you swear that he's never fucked you, your pussy?" Sylvia asked.
"Never!" Eve replied. "That would be wrong, disgusting."
"You are such a sick person," Sylvia said, shaking her head. "You really need professional help."
"What do you think of all of this, Ann?" Sylvia asked.
"I think that it's sad," Ann replied. "It always bothers me to see people in pain, especially self-inflicted pain."
"You don't think that what she's doing with her father is wrong?" Sylvia asked in a surprised voice.
"It's illegal," Ann replied. "That being said, I personally think that consenting adults should be allowed to do what they like with each other. I disagree with the blanket incest laws as they are today."
"Really!" Sylvia said, looking at Ann more closely. "And what do you think of me?"
"I don't really know you," Ann replied, "but you're an adult, capable of making your own decisions. It's none of my business. If your husband has issues with it, then that's between the two of you."
"You don't condemn me?" Sylvia asked.
"No," Ann replied. "Each to their own as long as they don't hurt other people in the process."
"I can't believe that my husband would have someone with so much common sense working for him," Sylvia said with a laugh. "Does he know how you feel about things, life?"
"I doubt it," Ann replied. "He doesn't strike me as the kind of a person who cares about anyone but himself."
"Ann!" Eve said, staring at her open-mouthed. "How can you say that?"
"My experience with him makes me say that," Ann replied.
"Then how can you work for him?" Eve asked.
"I'm proud to serve my country," Ann replied. "I feel as though I'm helping to make a difference. Morality and personal ethics aren't part of my brief, so I can ignore that, compartmentalize to be able to do my job to the best of my ability, to offer the best possible advice that I can so that he can make the best decisions for the country."
"Is Eve your friend?" Sylvia asked.
"I think so," Ann replied, nodding. "We've gotten to know each other."
"Well, if you can attract a friend like her," Sylvia said to Eve, indicating Ann, "then maybe you're not a totally lost cause."
"I really am sorry," Eve said contritely.
"And you're willing to do anything to be in my good graces?" Sylvia asked.
"Yes, just tell me what you want me to do," Eve replied.
"Well, how about appearing with me when I make appearances to get people on board about the causes that are important to me, children, literacy, abused women?" Sylvia asked.
"I've always supported you in those," Eve said. "I've spoken out many times."
"Will you appear with me, visibly support me?" Sylvia asked.
"Yes," Eve replied, "and I would have even before this if I had felt that you'd want me to. I didn't feel as though you liked me."
"I didn't," Sylvia replied. "I had nothing to do with your father divorcing your mother, yet you treated me horribly when we married. He had another wife before me and after your mother. You never even gave me a chance."
"I thought that you only married him for his money," Eve said. "And, yes, I'm sure that my emotional feelings about my mother got in the way."
"So what if I only married him for his money," Sylvia said. "He married me for my body, my looks. He doesn't care about me any more than he does about that table. He's incapable of caring for anyone but himself."
"You really believe that?" Eve asked, a look of horror on her face. "Don't you see how much he loves me?"
"And your other sister, your brothers?" Sylvia asked. "I've seen how horribly he treats your brothers. He shuns your sister, refuses to be seen with her because in his mind she's too fat. He loves you because you've made yourself look the way he wants, breast implants, all that facial surgery, the dental work, your ass. What do you think he'd do if you ever really crossed him, disappointed him?"
Ann watched Eve's face, seeing the war going on beneath the surface.
"But he loves me," Eve insisted.
"Maybe, in some way," Sylvia conceded. "But do you really doubt for even a minute that he wouldn't turn on you the way he's turned on everyone who has disappointed him in some way?"
"But he loves me!" Eve insisted, tears once again coursing down her face.
"My god, you're almost 40 years old and you're still just a stupid little girl," Sylvia said, the disgust obvious on her face. "One of these days reality is going to come slamming down on you. I actually feel sorry for you, because I don't think you're prepared to deal with it. It will probably crush you."
"What do you want from me?" Eve cried out, anguish on her face along with the tears.
"Eat my pussy," Sylvia said flatly. "Right now and whenever I ask you to, until I divorce your father."
"Wh-what?" Eve asked, staring open-mouthed in disbelief. "Y-you want me to eat your pussy?"
"Yes," Sylvia replied with a smile. "Every woman likes to have her pussy eaten or she's not much of a woman. Don't you agree?" she asked, looking at Ann.
"This is between the two of you," Ann replied.
"I'm asking for your opinion," Sylvia said. "So far, you've had very interesting opinions."
"Yes, I agree," Ann replied.
"You've eaten a pussy before?" Sylvia asked, looking at Eve.
"Yes," Eve replied, her cheeks coloring.
"Then you know what to do," Sylvia said, uncinching her bathrobe and parting it to reveal that she was indeed naked beneath it, her large breasts perfect with big, hard nipples sticking out.
"Right here?" Eve asked, her eyes wide as she stared at Sylvia. "Right now?"
"Yes," Sylvia said, bringing her feet up onto the edge of her seat, her pussy spreading open, revealing dried cum on it, sticky wisps clinging to her dark-tinged pussy lips, a large, dark clit above her glistening hole.
"Do you object?" Sylvia asked, looking at Ann.
"No, not at all," Ann replied, feeling her own pussy flooding with juices as she looked at Sylvia's tasty-looking pussy.
"You-you're covered with cum," Eve observed as she sank to her knees in front of Sylvia.
"Full of it, too," Sylvia agreed, nodding, a smile on her face. "Is that a problem?"
"No," Eve replied, leaning forward and tentatively dragging her tongue between Sylvia's spread pussy lips, tasting her and the cum coating her.
"Oh, you do know what you're doing," Sylvia purred as Eve sucked on her clit, then lowered her tongue to slide it into her, Sylvia's thick, musky juices flowing onto her tongue.
It took all of Ann's self-control to just sit there and watch as Eve ate Sylvia's pussy, knowing her well enough to know that she was enjoying it.
"Did you like that?" Sylvia asked several minutes later when Eve sat back licking her lips, her eyes wild.
"Yes," Eve replied, nodding. "You taste good."
"Then I'll expect you here every morning at 11:00 to eat my pussy for me," Sylvia said, lowering her feet to the floor.
"Yes," Eve replied, resuming her seat. "Okay."
"Who knows, maybe we'll become friends," Sylvia said as she cinched her bathrobe.
"I-I'd like that," Eve said, lowering her eyes. "You won't make any trouble for my father?"
"Not as long as you keep your word," Sylvia said.
"I promise!" Eve declared.
"Then you can go," Sylvia said, dismissing her.
"Sylvia, thank you," Eve said as she got to her feet. "I mean it."
"You're welcome," Sylvia replied. "Ann, would you mind staying?" she asked when Ann also stood up.
"We'll talk," Ann said to Eve, hugging her. "You did good," she whispered into her ear.
"You are unlike anyone that I've met in government," Sylvia said when Eve had gone.
"And you're unlike any first lady that I've ever heard about," Ann replied, smiling.
"I think that we're a lot alike," Sylvia said. "Neither of us really belongs in this snake pit."
"I think that you're right," Ann agreed.
"And this didn't bother you," Sylvia observed.
"No," Ann replied, shrugging. "The end results are good. The rest, you're both adults."
"And my coercing Eve?" Sylvia asked.
"She asked for it," Ann replied. "You merely obliged her, though not in a way that she was expecting. She seemed to enjoy it, you seemed to enjoy it. It's all good."
"I did enjoy it," Sylvia agreed, nodding. "At first because I felt like I was humiliating her, paying her back for humiliating me, as immature as that might be, then I enjoyed it because she did it so well. She actually made me cum. That doesn't happen by accident when you're eating a pussy."
"You sound as though you're speaking from experience," Ann observed.
"A lot happens in the modeling business when you're trying to break in, get to the top," Sylvia said with a shrug. "We'd rely on each other rather than give in to some of the creeps who wanted us, especially being an underwear model."
"Yet you married the President," Ann observed.
"Well, he wasn't the President then, just a really rich creep," Sylvia replied with a laugh. "He was my ticket to everything, money, American citizenship. He wasn't much of a challenge sexually; no staying power, not really that interested. He's more interested in what people think of him. I made him look good, virile. People judge books by their covers."
"That's pretty cynical," Ann said.
"Yes, but it's true, too," Sylvia said. "I'd have been happy to play the dutiful wife if he hadn't humiliated me so publicly with all of his affairs. I didn't care if he fucked other women. It saved me the trouble of putting up with it. But I hate him for being so public about it, bragging about it. It's no surprise that Eve and her brothers are such terrible human beings. They have no role model other than their father and he's a terrible human being."
"Every once in a while, something good shines through with Eve," Ann said, "and sometimes I can't believe how oblivious she is, how obtuse. She has no clue. She's spent her life in her father's surreal bubble, molded by his warped ideals and total lack of a moral compass."
"She has three beautiful children," Sylvia said. "They're actually quite sweet, but that's because they've got great nannies. Eve's not really there much, though she's great with them, and Jerry, he's nothing but an empty suit with a big bank book."
"You're nothing like I imagined," Ann said, laughing. "I think people must rue underestimating you."
"Like the President," Sylvia said, laughing with her. "He thought I was just a nice set of tits with a great ass. He never even considered that I might have a brain and actually use it."
"I think that goes with his general disregard for anyone but himself," Ann said.
"I'm surprised that he hired you," Sylvia said. "He hates women with small breasts."
"Oh, he made his displeasure with my lack of breasts quite clear right away," Ann said, shaking her head. "I couldn't believe it; in the Oval Office."
"I think that you and I are going to be friends, Ann," Sylvia said. "Would you like that?"
"I would," Ann replied, smiling, definitely liking her. "Will I have to eat your pussy, too?"
"Only if you want to," Sylvia replied with a laugh.
"And are you going to eat mine?" Ann asked, her eyes sparkling.
"Oh, my, this is going to be fun," Sylvia said, a big smile on her face. "I have to get ready for a meeting, but I have your number because you called me."
"Maybe we could have lunch or dinner sometime," Ann suggested. "My husband would just love you."
"Oh!" Sylvia responded with a raised eyebrow. "How's that?"
"Any way you'd like, I'm sure," Ann laughed. "I'll let you get dressed and I have work to do so that I don't get into trouble with the boss."
"This has been an unexpected pleasure, Ann," Sylvia said as she got to her feet with her.
"I agree," Ann said, shaking hands. "Until next time."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Is what he's doing legal?" the President asked the next morning as the TV blared on the wall, Bob Carr, Steve Einstein, Tony Pellegrini, Chris Vanger, Jerry Myers, and Ann standing in front of his desk, while Eve was in her usual position at his side, a hand resting on his shoulder.
"Only if he defames or libels someone," Bob Carr replied.
"Brock Presser is far too smart to do something like that," Steve Einstein said, shaking his head. "He's one of the smartest, best attorneys I've ever met, and honest to a fault. He epitomizes integrity and was a great attorney general, the best I've seen in my lifetime."
"Whoa!" Jerry said, laughing at the look on Bob Carr's face.
"Is it a bluff?" the President asked. "Something to scare people?"
"If they're scared, then they've got a reason to be scared, I'd think," Steve Einstein replied. "I've never known him to bluff, about anything. We all know that most politicians have a closet full of skeletons. We've seen some of those closets opened lately with devastating results."
"You think he might be behind all of this stuff?" the President asked.
"If he is, it's not good," Steve Einstein replied. "It's the kind of thing that would make him angry and I'd hate to have him angry at me."
"But where is he getting his information?" Jerry asked. "I know his reputation as an attorney, but getting that kind of information is different. Someone has to be feeding it to him."
"I think the question should be what are we going to do about him," Tony Pellegrini said. "He needs to be neutralized."
"Don't you dare talk like that in this office!" Steve Einstein said sharply. "I will not allow your unethical, underhanded ways of doing things to drag me down. I'll go public and denounce you. You're like a fucking hand grenade just waiting to go off and kill all of us. You've already created a major shit storm with your ham-handed bullshit in Bulgaria. The House Ethics Committee is actually discussing impeachment and using that as their pretext."
"They wouldn't dare impeach me," the President said. "I'm the best president this country has ever had and everyone knows it."
"Mr. President, with all due respect, you are also the most hated president since Nixon," Steve Einstein said, "by a very large segment of the population. Those people don't care how great you are, they just want you gone."
"You're talking about a bunch of socialist, welfare freeloaders," Tony Pellegrini snorted. "Nobody gives a shit about them."
"Well, you'd better start giving a shit about them," Steve Einstein warned, "because they vote and they're going to vote in record numbers in the coming election. Those socialist, welfare freeloaders are the ones responsible for flipping the House in the last election and almost eliminating our majority in the Senate."
"Enough!" the President said, raising his voice. "What are we going to do about it all?"
"There's not much we can do," Steve Einstein replied. "First of all, we need to wait and see what happens as a result of Brock Presser's announcement. Meanwhile, we've got a real problem because of Bulgaria. We'll probably be served by the House for production of documents relating to Bulgaria today."
"Tell them no," the President said. "Fuck 'em. They can send all of the requests for documents they like. I'm the President and I say what they can have and can't have."
"They'll take it to court," Steve Einstein warned.
"Let them," the President said. "We'll drag it out until it becomes pointless. Fight every step of the way. Make them take it to court for anything and everything. If they get it to the Supreme Court, we'll win. We just need to stall things until the election. The economy's great and people always vote their wallets."
"Mr. President, the economy appears good at the moment, but by the time of the election, I don't believe that's going to be the case," Ann said. "Bankruptcies are still rising. Unemployment numbers are rising, even though the total number of employed is also rising. Health care costs are going through the roof, taking a larger and larger percentage of everyone's paychecks or savings. Deaths are rising as a result. Even though the average rate of inflation is fairly benign, the inflation rate of the core basket of goods is climbing very fast and that's going to affect your base more than any other segment of society, minorities excluded, who always seem to get the shit end of the stick, if you'll pardon my language."
"What do you suggest that I do?" the President asked, his eyes narrowing ominously.
"You've got to find a way to stop this tariff trade war," Ann said. "It's that simple."
"And let the fucking Chinese win?" the President glowered. "Not a fucking chance. I never lose and I'm not going to look weak by backing down now. They'll cave, you'll see, not me. In fact, I see the South Americans are taking advantage of the situation to shaft us on the price of steel and aluminum that we used to get from China that they want to supply in their stead. Well, that's not going to happen, either. I'm going to slap tariffs on them, too. I am going to teach this world a lesson that America is no patsy, that they can't fuck with us, that they have to play fair."
"That is your right, Mr. President," Ann said, "but I believe that it will have serious negative effects on our economy and the world's at large. The chances of it pushing the entire planet into a major recession are growing."
"Our people are strong," the President said. "They'll understand that I'm just trying to stick up for them. In the long run, they'll all be better off. Tony, when is President Georgiev going to make his announcement?"
"They seem to be stalling, Mr. President," Tony Pellegrini replied. "They see the news, too, and they're worried about the effect Colonel Wineland's whistleblower report and the House's reaction to it are playing out. They're worried about being made to look like fools."
"They are fools!" the President shouted. "They're fools for allowing Bo Jaden to pressure them into hiring his corrupt son Archer as a board member of BulgEnergy. You tell them that they'd better do it and do it soon, or else there will be no help from me and I'll put a hold on the other aide that we had scheduled to send them. See how long their hospitals will be able to stay open without our help with their medical equipment and pharmaceuticals."
"I'll make sure that they understand," Tony replied, smiling, his crooked, yellow teeth looking sinister.
"Mr. President, that would be considered illegal," Steve Einstein said, looking pained. "You can't just hold up funds that Congress has voted to supply because you want them to investigate a political opponent."
"I'm going to hold them up because I think that they're corrupt and I'm worried about how they really intend to use the funds," the President said.
"That might have worked if Colonel Wineland hadn't filed his whistleblower report," Steve replied. "They're going to subpoena a transcript of your call with President Georgiev. It's going to look bad."
"I don't give a shit about their fucking subpoenas," the President shouted, his face turning into a red rage. "You just make sure that Georgiev gets me the dirt I want. Now get out, all of you."
"Daddy, I need to talk to you for a minute," Eve said as everyone started filing out. "Ann, wait," she called out.
"What is it?" the President asked, still fuming.
"I-I talked with Sylvia yesterday," Eve said. "I didn't know how to talk to her, so I asked Ann to intercede, set up a meeting for me."
"You know my wife?" the President asked, fixing Ann with a glare.
"I'd never met her before, Mr. President," Ann replied. "Eve gave me her personal cell phone number and I called her. Eve had explained to me that they had had a bit of a tiff and that she wanted to apologize, but didn't know how to approach her."
"Why would she take a call from you if she doesn't know you?" the President asked.
"I think that that's why she took the call," Ann replied, smiling. "She was curious as to who I was, how I had gotten her private number. When I explained, she was very gracious and agreed to meet with Eve."
"So, how did it go?" the President asked, looking at Eve.
"Good, really good," Eve replied. "I apologized, told her that I was sorry and asked her to please forgive me. We talked and I think that everything is going to be okay. She even invited me to join her for tea in the mornings so that we could try to become friends."
"And you did this?" the President asked, looking at Ann.
"No, Mr. President, Eve did it," Ann replied. "I just made the call to help her get a meeting."
"Well, that's the first good news I've heard today," the President said, sitting back. "Thank you for helping Eve. I appreciate it. It's not nice when my wife and daughter aren't getting along."
"I was happy to help, Mr. President," Ann replied.
"So I need to go now," Eve said, smiling at her father.
"You go, try to calm her down and keep her calm," the President said, absent-mindedly patting her on the ass.
"Are you going to come with me?" Eve asked anxiously when they left the Oval Office.
"I think that you should go by yourself," Ann replied. "This is between you and her."
"You know, I actually came yesterday while I was eating her," Eve said, quickly looking around to make sure that nobody could overhear. "Her pussy was really delicious, incredibly juicy, like yours."
"Well, don't tell anyone, but I came just watching you," Ann replied, smiling at the astonished look on Eve's face. "I was actually jealous. Now go, enjoy it again and we'll talk later."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Colonel Wineland, thank you for appearing before our committee today," Chairman Jeff Radler of the House Justice Committee said.
"My pleasure, Mr. Chairman," Colonel Wineland replied.
"It is my understanding that the President ordered you not to appear, not to testify, as he has done with every other person in his administration that we have asked to appear to shed light on the behavior and practices of the administration as the Constitution has given us the duty and right to do, is that correct?" Chairman Radler asked.
"That is correct, Mr. Chairman," Colonel Wineland replied.
"Can you enlighten us as to why you've chosen to defy the President in this regard, your putative Commander in Chief?" Chairman Radler asked.
"Mr. Chairman, my oath as an officer in the United States military is to support and defend the Constitution, not any particular person," Colonel Wineland replied. "I have spent my life in service to my country in support of the Constitution, under various Commanders in Chief from both parties. I saw no reason to dishonor a lifetime of service to disrespect that Constitution and my duty under it."
"Jesus Christ!" the President exploded as he watched the televised hearing in the Oval Office with Tony Pellegrini, Steve Einstein, Bob Carr, Chris Vanger, Jerry Myers, and Ann, Eve at her ever-present position at his side, a hand on his shoulder. "I ordered him not to appear, not to testify. I want him court martialed, drummed out of the service."
"Mr. President, I wouldn't advise doing that," Steve Einstein said. "They'd have no choice but to impeach you for obstruction."
"I disagree, Mr. President," Bob Carr said. "You are the President and you have the right and the power to give such an order. It is a blatant disregard of you and your authority for Colonel Wineland to be testifying against your express order."
"I think that it's a moot point right now," Jerry said, pointing to the television.
"Along with others in the NSC, we monitor all of the President's conversations with other world leaders," Colonel Wineland was saying. "This is so that we can be aware of what the President is saying so that we can act accordingly in support. I and others listening in on the call with President Georgiev of Bulgaria were quite frankly shocked at the blatant attempt to extort cooperation from Bulgaria in order to receive support from the United States in their fight against corruption, which is endemic in Bulgaria. This was further compounded by the President threatening to hold up, block aide which Congress had voted to supply to Bulgaria. I immediately filed a complaint with my immediate superior who advised me to speak with the President's Counsel, Steve Einstein, which I did. When nothing was done as a result of my reporting, I felt compelled to file what is now known as the whistleblower report to Congress."
"Which is exactly what you should have done," Chairman Radler said. "Why did you feel what the President was doing was wrong, enough so that you took such extraordinary steps?"
"Mr. Chairman, the President appeared to me, all of us, to be extorting the President of Bulgaria to help him find damaging information on a domestic political opponent, something which is expressly forbidden and against the law," Colonel Wineland replied. "Bulgaria is very important to the United States as a bulwark against Russia, who we know is working very hard to subvert our democracy and interfere in our elections, as well as those of other countries, allies. It was a blatant quid pro quo and the ramifications frightened us."
"And we know that the Russians have been interfering in our elections ever since President Pocksy announced his intention to run for the presidency," Chairman Radler said.
"That is correct, Mr. Chairman," Colonel Wineland replied. "They make very little attempt to disguise their blatant interference and preference for specific outcomes."
"This is bullshit!" the President shouted, his face getting red.
"Do you consider the President complicit in this Russian interference?" Chairman Radler asked.
"Mr. Chairman, I could not say," Colonel Wineland replied, "but the President has publicly asked for Russian help against his political opponents in the past."
"Do you consider the President to be a Russian agent?" Chairman Radler asked.
"That fucking asshole!" the President exploded. "Who the fuck does he think he is?"
"I cannot say whether the President is knowingly a Russian asset, Mr. Chairman," Colonel Wineland replied, "but he is certainly advancing their agenda in a way that threatens our national security. I find it hard to imagine that it's accidental. Nobody could be that stupid."
"This is not good," Chris Vanger said, his face white. "Chairman Agnelli will have no choice but to start impeachment proceedings. She's tried to avoid it, knowing that there is zero chance that the Senate will vote to convict you, but this will put her back against the wall."
"It's a political stunt," Tony Pellegrini declared. "You're the President. You have the right and responsibility to run things as you see fit."
"Bob, what can you do about this?" the President asked.
"I can instruct the DOJ not to cooperate with any material requests from any of the House committees," the Attorney General replied. "This is a direct attack on your prerogatives as the President. Any attempt at impeachment based on this would be tantamount to an attempted coup."
"Colonel Wineland, we have attempted to get the White House to release a transcript of the call with President Georgiev, but they have refused, claiming executive privilege," Chairman Radler said.
"Mr. Chairman, as is my practice and habit, I always take contemporaneous notes of all of the calls that I listen in on, as well as any meetings in which I participate," Colonel Wineland said. "I have my notes from the conversation between President Pocksy and President Georgiev."
"Would you be willing to provide us with them?" Chairman Radler asked.
"Of course," Colonel Wineland replied, extracting a couple of sheets of paper from the folder in front of him. "Here you are," he said, holding them out, a staffer stepping forward to receive them and hand them to Chairman Radler.
"Is this a verbatim rendering of the conversation you listened in on?" Chairman Radler asked, glancing at the pages.
"Very close," Colonel Wineland replied. "I might have missed a word or two, but I'm sure that it will match very closely with the transcript when you receive it."
"Thank you, Colonel Wineland," Chairman Radler said. "We appreciate your forthrightness and integrity in this matter, as well as your 25+ years of service to this country."
"My pleasure, Mr. Chairman," Colonel Wineland replied.
"I want something done about that fucking traitor," the President growled. "Who the fuck does he think he is?"
"Mr. President, you can't touch him," Steve Einstein warned. "That would be blatant witness tampering. Even the Senate wouldn't be able to ignore that."
"This is bullshit," the President shouted. "It's a fucking witch hunt, fake news, totally fake. It was the most perfect phone call ever. Never been a more perfect call."
"Is there any news on what Brock Presser is going to announce?" Jerry asked.
"No, but it won't be good," Steve Einstein warned, shaking his head.
"Whose side are you one anyway?" Tony Pellegrini asked.
"I support the President wholeheartedly," Steve Einstein replied, "but if he won't take my advice and continues to let you run your dog and pony show, people will end up going to prison. Your actions are directly responsible for the entire impeachment conversation, you fucking clown."
"Enough of that," the President said sternly.
"Mr. President, I can only give you my best advice," Steve Einstein said. "If you feel that we're not on the same page, I'd be perfectly willing to tender my resignation as White House Counsel so that you can get someone who will tell you what you want to hear as opposed to my telling you what you need to hear."
"I'm sure that that won't be necessary," the President said.
"I'm expecting some news from Bulgaria today or tomorrow, Mr. President," Tony Pellegrini said. "Hopefully, it will be the dirt we're looking for and you'll be able to totally justify your skepticism regarding aid to Bulgaria in light of the corruption that will be exposed, corruption that will point directly at Bo and Archer Jaden."
"Okay, then, everybody get to work," the President said. "We need to put all of this stuff back in the bottle as quickly as possible."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Daddy is really upset," Eve said to Ann as they walked towards their offices from the Oval Office. "And I need to go upstairs to Sylvia now. I don't want to be late."
"How did that go yesterday?" Ann asked, curious.
"Good, really good," Eve replied, her cheeks coloring. "She was really nice. I passed a big, black Secret Service agent on the way. She was on her bed, naked. Her pussy was leaking cum and covered in it. She told me that I was right on time and just spread her legs wide apart. I still can't get over how good her pussy tastes. It was so full of cum, too. She came at least once before she made me stop. She even thanked me and told me that she looked forward to today."
"Well, you don't want to keep her waiting, do you?" Ann replied, amazed at how easily a little kindness could totally change Eve's attitude.
"No, I sure don't," Eve agreed, smiling. "I'm looking forward to it, too."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"It would be funny if it weren't so ridiculous with such incredible possible ramifications," Ann said, ruffling Bill's hair as he ate her pussy while she leaned back on her elbows. "I think Eve's the only happy person in the White House."
"We unleashed a monster," Bill said, looking up from Ann's pussy, a big smile on his face.
"She's probably never been this happy in her whole life," Ann said with a laugh. "She's in love with eating Sylvia's pussy after she gets her Secret Service detail to service her, can't wait to get there."
"I never would have thought that she was like that," Bill said, crawling up Ann's body, stopping to suck and chew on her hard, dark nipples before kissing her, his cock finding her pussy and filling it. "She's always seemed so closed, reserved, unapproachable," he said as he pumped his cock in and out of Ann's wet pussy.
"She's totally unabashed, too," Ann sighed, wrapping her legs around Bill's waist and grinding her pussy against him as he fucked her. "There's nothing shy about her. Even that first time Eve ate her pussy while I watched, it seemed as natural as breathing to her, totally relaxed about it. She's not even embarrassed about using her Secret Service detail as a personal stud service."
"I think I'd like a piece of that," Bill said.
"I know you would," Ann laughed, squeezing his cock with her pussy. "And I'd like to see it, too, eat her when you finished."
"Ahh," Bill groaned, letting loose and filling Ann's pussy with his cum as she milked him.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Ann could not believe the mood in the Oval Office the next morning. She had been to funerals that had more energy. Everyone was in a state of shock, not knowing what to say. Brock Presser had released his promised material and it had been like a series of nuclear bombs going off. Faux News was struggling to denounce the material, though they were the only news organization that had not received copies of it, Brock Presser announcing that it was deliberate, as Faux News was only acting as the President's de facto personal press agency, not really a news organization. The FBI had also been furnished with the material, which alleged numerous crimes.
"Bob, what are you going to do about this?" the President asked his Attorney General.
"Mr. President, there's not a whole lot that I can do other than insist on proper procedure be followed," he replied. "I cannot interfere in the FBI's investigative process and they have been provided all of the alleged allegations which they will examine and then investigate if they feel it is warranted."
"Already 18 of the people mentioned have lawyered up and resigned from the House," Jerry said. "I don't think that they'd have done that if there were nothing to the allegations. They're obviously scared. We're heading towards a House of Representatives without any Republicans."
"I just don't know why he had to attack you," Eve said, her hand on her father's shoulder. "It's not your fault that all of those people are so corrupt."
"Mr. President, I'm even more concerned that your personal attorney was included," Steve Einstein said, referring to Tony Pellegrini who was uncharacteristically silent. "The material outlines very serious violations of the RICO statutes and it's related to Bulgaria."
"It's bullshit, all of it," Tony Pellegrini said, though without his typical bombastic forcefulness.
"What can I do?" the President asked.
"Mr. President, you should make a statement," Chris Vanger replied. "You cannot remain silent. The people will think that you're afraid, that you are actually complicit as some of the material seems to suggest."
"What kind of a statement?" Jerry asked skeptically.
"A statement of support for the FBI and their professionalism," Chris Vanger replied firmly.
"He's just spent 3 years telling the world how unprofessional and corrupt they are," Jerry said. "That the FBI is the heart and soul of the Deep State conspiracy. Now you want him to go out there and tell them the exact opposite?"
"Mr. President," Ann said, pointing at the TV that was showing four different network news shows at once.
"Oh, shit," Steve Einstein said, as the CZN news show expanded to use the entire screen.
"I have with me this morning former Attorney General Brock Presser," Joe Cobbs was saying, "the man responsible for releasing this incredible exposé of Republican corruption in the House of Representatives. Mr. Attorney General, thank you for joining us."
"Thank you for having me," Brock Presser replied, his deep, mellifluous voice resonating from the television.
"This has to be the most monumental exposé of corruption in the American government in our history," Joe Cobbs said.
"You'd have to go back to Warren Harding administration to find anything comparable," Brock Presser replied.
"What inspired you to do this?" Joe Cobbs asked. "You had to realize that it would cause a crisis of unprecedented proportions."
"All of the information came to me quite unexpectedly," Brock Presser replied. "I do not know the source, nor would I say so if I did. I was shocked more than I've ever been shocked in my life. At the same time, I knew that if I didn't bring this information to light, that I would be complicit in allowing such corruption to continue."
"All my life I've worked within the system to promote the American values with which I was raised," he continued. "I believe in the rule of law and am very proud of my record as Attorney General in fighting to fairly and impartially apply that rule. I spent weeks reading over the material, checking where I could to verify what I had, before deciding to just release all of it so that the American people could see it and to let the proper agencies do their jobs to end the corruption."
"So far, it seems that 18 of the people mentioned in the material that you released have resigned their seats in the House of Representatives," Joe Cobbs said. "Isn't this going to leave a vacuum in the legislative branch of our government, make it more difficult to operate and do its job?"
"I don't think so, Joe," Brock Presser replied. "If anything, it will make it easier for the remaining honest legislators to do the jobs that they were elected to do without the self-serving corrupt legislators blocking needed legislation that threatened their criminal enterprises."
"The White House has been uncharacteristically silent so far," Joe Cobbs said. "How do you expect them to react?"
"I really don't know, Joe," Brock Presser said, "but the blatant corruption and disregard for the rule of law that this administration has boastfully practiced has only emboldened the corrupt officials, many of whom the President personally endorsed and campaigned for. The President isn't necessarily responsible for the acts which individuals did, but he is very complicit in supporting the total disregard for the values and principles that our country was founded upon."
"He's trying to make it my fault!" the President complained.
"You made it a point to say that you did not provide these materials to Faux News," Joe Cobbs said. "Would you care to explain that? They consistently rank very highly in viewership."
"Faux News abdicated any sense of legitimacy as a news organization upon the advent of President Pocksy's campaign and subsequent election to the Presidency. They no longer act as honest promulgators of the news. Instead, they are nothing more than an extension of the White House's Press Office. They've disgraced themselves to pander to an extreme right-wing minority and to suck up to a corrupt President."
"Aren't you concerned about how the White House and the President will react to your accusations?" Joe Cobbs asked.
"Not in the least," Brock Presser replied. "In all honesty, I expect many members of the administration, including the President, to end up in prison, if not shortly, then immediately upon being put out of office, either through impeachment, which should now be inevitable, or through being voted out of office by an enraged electorate."
"Mr. Attorney General, haven't you in fact declared war on this administration and the President by releasing this material and making statements of this sort?" Joe Cobbs asked.
"I rather think that I'm giving a voice to the outrage that most Americans feel about this administration but have been unable to do anything about because of its corrupt enablers in the House of Representatives and the Senate," Brock Presser replied.
"You've only attacked Republicans in the House of Representatives with this material," Joe Cobbs said. "Is the Senate so pure, or the Democrats?"
"No, but it's nowhere near as corrupt as the House," Brock Presser replied. "Getting rid of Jess McKinney was a good start, as was Rene DePuque being exposed. These two men were the main enablers of the President's corrupt administration in the Senate and they have been replaced by more responsible people. Hopefully that will help."
"Then you're not going to go after the Senate Republicans the way you have the House Republicans?" Joe Cobbs asked.
"If and when I have information that I feel needs to be exposed about corruption in our government, I can assure you that I will make it public," Brock Presser said.
"Are you giving the Democrats a free pass?" Joe Cobbs asked.
"Nobody who is corrupt will ever get a free pass from me," Brock Presser said sternly, his eyes narrowing. "I love my country and want to see it back on the correct path, representing American values for the American people, leading responsibly in the world."
"He's a self-righteous, sanctimonious jerk," Tony Pellegrini said.
"And the whole country is listening to him," Jerry said, shaking his head. "We are way past nightmare here."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"My god, Bill, you could smell the shit in their trousers," Ann told him when she got home and found him there, a bottle of Krug in an ice bucket, his feet up as he watched the television, flipping between news shows.
"Good," Bill said, grinning at her, then filling a glass and handing it to her. "Here's to taking our country back," he said, clicking glasses with her in a toast.
"I was standing there, knowing more about what was going on than any of them," Ann said, sipping her champagne and sighing. "And the only thing I could think about was coming home and fucking you, the greatest American hero of my lifetime."
"I'm only drinking this champagne because I didn't have your pussy to drink," Bill replied, smiling at her as she slowly undressed. "It's a poor substitute for a celebration, but it's not bad," he said, draining his glass.
"They have no idea what to do, how to react," Ann said as she sank to her knees in front of him, reaching for his zipper. "They were just attacking each other."
Ann had just extracted his cock when her phone rang. Sighing, she looked at it, then her eyes widened when she saw who was calling. Shaking her hand at Bill to lower the volume on the television, she answered the call.
"Hello," she said after pressing the speaker button so that Bill could hear.
"Ann, this is Sylvia," the First Lady's accented voice said. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."
"No," Ann replied, smiling at the surprise on Bill's face. "I was just having some champagne with my husband."
"You must be the only one celebrating," Sylvia said, laughing. "Everyone else is acting like their mothers died."
"It's been quite a day," Ann said.
"I was wondering if you'd like to meet, have something to eat, drink a glass of wine," Sylvia said. "I really don't want to be around this place tonight."
"Uh, I'd love to," Ann replied, her surprise written large on her face as she stared at Bill. "Tonight?"
"Have you eaten yet?" Sylvia asked.
"No, I just got home a few minutes ago," Ann replied. "We hadn't even talked about dinner yet."
"Eve tells me that you have a way of having dinner without the crowds," Sylvia said. "Would I be imposing to suggest that?"
"Not at all," Ann replied, smiling at Bill's raised eyebrows.
"Maybe I could meet your husband, if he'd like to join us," Sylvia said. "Eve said that he's a very nice man. I'd like to meet the man that won your heart."
"Well, he'd certainly enjoy meeting you," Ann replied, smiling as Bill rolled his eyes. "Why don't we meet in an hour. Shall I order some dinner for us?"
"If you don't mind," Sylvia said.
"No," Ann said. "In fact, I think it's a great idea. We'd just spend the evening watching the news and that's pretty depressing tonight."
"I imagine the Secret Service knows the address?" Sylvia asked.
"Yes," Ann replied. "They had to vet Bill and they always check the place before letting Eve come in."
"Then I'll see you in an hour," Sylvia said.
"Until then," Ann replied, staring at the phone as the connection was terminated. "Well, now I know that this is a most amazing day. It looks like you're about to meet the First Lady."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Sylvia, welcome," Ann said when the First Lady entered after the condo had been cleared by the Secret Service. "Please meet my husband, Bill," she said, introducing them.
"You're even more beautiful in person," Bill said gallantly as he shook her hand, earning a slight smile.
"No wonder you married him," Sylvia said to Ann. "Is he always so...honest?"
"He's the most honest person I've ever known," Ann replied. "But he's also right. I thought that you were far more attractive in person when I first met you than you are on television or in the magazines and newspapers."
"I think I should leave while I'm ahead," Sylvia asked, a big smile on her face.
"I was just about to open a bottle of wine," Bill said, smiling. "Care to join us for a glass?"
"Several glasses," Sylvia replied as she entered the condo with them. "Oh, what a beautiful view," she said as she approached the window-wall overlooking the Potomac. This is just wonderful."
"It's peaceful," Ann said as Bill handed them each a glass of sauvignon blanc. "To new friends," she said, raising her glass.
"To new friends," Sylvia replied, touching glasses with them. "Mmm, this is delicious."
"It's my favorite," Ann said, beaming at Bill. "He spoils me silly."
"You two are very much in love, it seems," Sylvia said, sighing wistfully.
"I can't imagine life without Bill," Ann said. "He's my rock, my inspiration."
"She's just saying that because I worship her," Bill said, laughing.
"I never had a love relationship," Sylvia said. "It was always about security, usually financial."
"That's so sad," Ann said, shaking her head. "You deserve more, better; all women do."
"All people do," Bill corrected. "Do you regret your choices?" he asked.
"Yes, but not really," Sylvia replied, sitting down on the sofa. "I got what I wanted. I'm very wealthy now. I'll never have to worry about money again. Where I come from, that's everything. Only the very lucky few find actual love, too."
"I could never be happy with money if I didn't also have love," Ann said. "Love makes the world go around. That's not just a saying. I'd feel so empty if I didn't have Bill's love constantly surrounding and supporting me."
"That must be why you seem so centered, at peace with yourself," Sylvia said. "It was the first thing that I noticed about you. Nobody else in that crazy place is like that."
"That's probably because I never wanted to be in a place like that and the others have only ever wanted to be there," Ann said. "I could leave tomorrow and not miss a thing about it. I'd be more than happy to go back to teaching economics."
"The rest of them would probably jump off a building if they had to leave," Sylvia said with a laugh. "Probably not a bad idea, either."
"Are you a cynic?" Bill asked.
"Of course," Sylvia replied. "Nobody has ever wanted me for anything but how I look, never for what was in my head or heart. But that was normal to me. That's how it is where I come from. I was lucky enough to have good looks and a nice body. That got me attention. Then I got accidentally discovered and that led to modeling which led to my life now. Thomas wouldn't have looked at me if I hadn't had big breasts and nice legs. He's a typical pig."
"Saved by the bell," Bill said when the doorbell rang. "Dinner."
The conversation disappeared as they all concentrated on the delicious dinner that Chiara's had sent, opening and finishing another bottle of wine before they sat back contented.
"I haven't had such an enjoyable meal in so long," Sylvia said. "Thomas only enjoys hamburgers and other fried food and the formal dinners are impossible to enjoy. I always feel like a bug under a microscope and can't relax enough to enjoy the food. And the people are usually just awful."
"Don't you have any friends?" Bill asked.
"God, no," Sylvia laughed. "How could I? I married for money, so the other women hate me. The men only want something from Thomas, though a few of them have been a bit obvious about what they'd like from me."
"Can't blame them for that," Bill said with a grin. "Only a dead man wouldn't be interested and I'm not so sure about that."
"You talk like that in front of your wife?" Sylvia asked.
"All the time," Ann laughed. "I'd worry if he didn't talk like that."
"Thomas is like that, too, but he's much more vulgar about it," Sylvia said. "For him, each conquest is about proving his manhood, that he can control someone. I don't think he really enjoys the sex for the sex."
"Bill is all about the sex," Ann said, rolling her eyes. "But at least he's more concerned with pleasing the woman more than pleasing himself."
"That's what pleases me, though," Bill said. "Seeing the pleasure I can give to someone else."
"The woman, someone else," Sylvia said, shaking her head. "You refer to yourself in odd ways."
"Well," Ann replied slowly, "that's because we don't just have sex together, we also have sex with other people."
"Really!?" Sylvia exclaimed, her eyes wide. "You have affairs and don't mind?"
"No, we never have affairs," Ann replied, shaking her head. "We have sex with other people, usually together."
"You are swingers?" Sylvia asked, her mouth dropping open in astonishment.
"That's a good description," Ann agreed, smiling at Bill.
"I'm shocked," Sylvia said. "I would never have imagined you to be like that."
"Do you disapprove?" Bill asked.
"No, I'm just surprised," Sylvia replied.
"Boys were never interested in me," Ann explained. "No breasts," she added with a shrug. "Bill didn't seem to mind. Our first date, in college, we were in his bed fucking and his roommate walked in on us. I was embarrassed when he just stood there watching, but Bill didn't seem to mind. I didn't know what to think. I figured that he didn't take me seriously, that I was just a fuck to him, especially when his roommate asked if he could join us."
"Oh, my god!" Sylvia exclaimed, laughing.
"I didn't know what to think," Ann continued. "Bill didn't say anything and I figured that I might never get another chance like that, so I didn't object, either. I almost never got asked out and when I did, the guys usually didn't try anything."
"So you..." Sylvia started to say.
"I let them do whatever they wanted," Ann said, smiling. "It was the greatest night of my life. My mouth, pussy, and ass were so sore the next day, but I was on cloud nine. I was shocked when Bill called and asked me how I was, if I was angry with him for allowing it to happen. When I told him how much I had enjoyed it, but that I was surprised that he was calling me, he laughed."
"I told her that I would never let such a hot woman get away from me," Bill picked up the story. "I've never confused sex with emotions and I didn't know her all that well, so there was no jealousy. She was incredible in bed and it turned me on to watch her. I was more worried that she'd hate me for allowing it to happen, not objecting."
"So we went out again and fucked like crazy," Ann said with a sigh. "Just the two of us. It was great. We talked about what had happened and I explained how starved I had always been for that kind of attention, that I hadn't thought that he was taking me seriously and figured I should have fun while I could. I mean, this was college. You're supposed to experiment, learn a bit about life away from home. After that we saw each other all the time. Sometimes different friends of his would join us. He didn't mind and I loved it. We got married, but that didn't change anything. We both enjoyed fucking other people and watching each other doing it."
"My life couldn't have been more different," Sylvia said, shaking her head. "I used sex to get ahead. Sometimes it was fun, but mostly it was just taking care of myself, you know? I was always jealous, thinking that some other woman was going to get what I was trying to get, an advantage in some way."
"It must be hard for you to be married to the President, then," Bill observed.
"Impossible!" Sylvia snorted. "He was cheating on me before we married and never stopped after we got married. When it became public knowledge and he bragged about it, even with porn stars, that's when I stopped having sex with him. I didn't care who he fucked, but he was never going to touch me again."
"A gilded cage," Bill said, shaking his head.
"What?" Sylvia said, not understanding the reference.
"No matter how luxurious the jail, it's still a jail," Bill explained.
"Exactly," Sylvia agreed. "I had everything I'd ever wanted and found myself with nothing. An empty life with no friends. I was ready to divorce him when he decided to run for president. Now I have to wait until he's not the president anymore so that I can divorce him."
"Why wait?" Bill asked.
"Because I love America," Sylvia replied. "It would hurt the country and I'm too grateful for being accepted as a citizen to do that. I've survived this long with nothing, I can manage a little longer. I'll have enough money to never have to worry, never have to sell myself for advantage ever again. Maybe I can find a more normal life afterwards."
"Wow, that just sucks," Bill said. "What a waste," he added, eyeing her up and down.
"Oh, it's not all bad," Sylvia said with a tight smile. "I use my Secret Service detail when I feel the need. Didn't Ann tell you?" she asked when she saw the surprise on his face, not realizing that it was because she had so openly admitted it.
"Ann respects people's privacy," Bill said pre-emptively. "As do I. It's part of our DNA. There's nobody on this planet that I trust more implicitly."
"I think I felt that about her, that I could trust her," Sylvia said. "Right from the first meeting."
"You can trust Bill in the same way," Ann assured her.
"Trust a man, what a strange concept," Sylvia said with a laugh.
"Some men say the same thing about women," Bill observed. "My experience is that people violate trust for a reason, to get some perceived advantage. Speaking for myself, there would be no advantage to be gained by violating your trust."
"You'd be famous," Sylvia replied shrewdly. "Everyone wants their 15 minutes of fame and attention."
"I can't imagine anything worse happening to me than having that kind of attention," Bill replied, shaking his head. "I like my anonymity. I don't want or need to be put under the microscope of public scrutiny. I have the freedom to live my life as I choose. I'd lose that."
"Ann is in the public eye," Sylvia observed.
"She is, but who would ever think of an economics professor of being..." Bill began.
"A swinging, sex-mad nymphomaniac?" Ann finished, laughing. "Especially one with no breasts," she added, reaching up with both hands to find and pinch her now-prominent nipples.
"I think that I'd like some more wine if you have it," Sylvia said, smiling.
"Of course," Bill replied, getting to his feet and going to the bar.
"Are you going to invite me to share your bed, your husband?" Sylvia asked Ann as Bill got the wine.
"I'd love to," Ann replied with a smile, "but I wouldn't want to insult you."
"I think not being asked would be the insult," Sylvia said, smiling as Bill handed her a full glass of wine.
"Sylvia wants to fuck us," Ann said as Bill sat down.
"Well, I'll be damned," Bill said with a grin. "Why didn't I think of that?"
"Why don't you and I go to the other room, let Bill clean up," Ann suggested, getting to her feet. "He can join us when he's done."
Without batting an eye, Sylvia got to her feet and followed Ann to the bedroom.
"Oh, this is so romantic," Sylvia said when she saw the big, round bed in the corner of the floor-to-ceiling window-wall.
"I've dreamed of eating your pussy ever since I first saw it," Ann confessed, letting her skirt fall to the floor.
"But I'd just been fucked by two agents," Sylvia said, unzipping her pants suit. "I was full of cum, covered in it."
"Yes," Ann agreed, removing her blouse, her hard, dark nipples standing out prominently. "Pussy tastes best that way," she added, smiling when Sylvia's pants suit hit the floor, leaving her in a very sheer bra and panties set. "I was jealous of Eve. I actually came watching her," she added as Sylvia stepped out of her panties, then reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, letting if fall forward, her big breasts spilling out, her nipples large, brown, and hard, knurled into finger-tip sized knobs on the ends.
"You have such long pussy lips," Sylvia remarked, stepping forward and reaching between Ann's legs, her fingers trailing between them to come out glistening with her juices.
"Your breasts are just amazing," Ann said, filling her hands with them. "They're just perfect," she added, leaning forward and sucking one big, hard nipple into her mouth as she fondled them with her hands.
Bill smiled when he came into the room, finding Ann on top of Sylvia in a 69. When she looked up at him and smiled, he could see Sylvia's long pussy spread open, glistening wetly, her big clit seeming to beckon him. Undressing, he crawled onto the bed, sliding his tongue into Sylvia's pussy when Ann lifted her face, pushing up to remain kneeling above Sylvia's questing tongue in her own pussy while Bill proceeded to feast on Sylvia.
When Bill move up onto his knees and fed his cock into Sylvia's pussy, she moaned, Ann dismounting her face so that she could see Bill fucking her.
"Yes, yes, fuck me," Sylvia gasped, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts as Bill reached down to fill his hands with her incredible breasts, her hot pussy enveloping his cock as he filled her.
Ann leaned over and kissed Sylvia, tasting herself on her as they swirled their tongues together while Bill continued fucking Sylvia.
"Mmm, you fuck nice," Sylvia sighed when Ann sat back up, breaking their kiss.
"So do you," Bill replied, smiling down at her. "Your pussy feels great. Where do you want me to cum?"
"In my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass," Sylvia replied, smiling, then laughing at the look on Bill's face. "Do I surprise you?" she asked, pressing up against him.
"Very much," Bill replied, reaching down to rub her big clit, enjoying seeing her gasp and writhe as her pussy spasmed on his cock. "It makes me like you even more."
"Because I behave like a slut?" Sylvia asked.
"Because you're a woman and not afraid of it," Bill replied, leaning over to lick her lips.
"Yes," Sylvia said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a long, deep kiss, raising her long legs to wrap around his waist as he continued to plunge his cock in and out of her pussy.
"Here we go," Bill panted a few minutes later, pushing up onto his knees and taking Sylvia's ankles in his hand, spreading them apart and watching as his cock slid in and out of her sopping pussy, stopping with just the head of it in her as his balls exploded, cum spurting into her pussy.
"I can feel you cumming," Sylvia gasped, pushing up onto her elbows so that she could see his cock pulsing in her pussy.
"Mmm, nice," Ann said when Bill finally finished cumming and leaned back, his cock slipping from Sylvia's now-gaping pussy, cum drooling from her hole.
Sylvia watched with open mouth and eyes as Ann leaned over and sucked Bill's cock clean before gluing her mouth to her pussy and slurping at the cum cocktail filling her, not stopping until Sylvia had cum several times and her pussy was sparkling pinkly.
"Oh, that was so nice," Sylvia sighed as she sprawled back, her legs spread wide. "Is it always like that with you?"
"Yes, but we don't usually have such a fine second pussy to enjoy," Bill replied. "You really are an exquisite fuck and so very delicious."
"I'll say," Ann said, still licking her lips. "Your pussy is made for eating; so juicy, so delicious."
"I've never eaten anyone who is as wet as you," Sylvia said, laughing. "And such long pussy lips. I just loved sucking on them."
"And they love being sucked on," Ann replied, joining her in laughter.
"Can we have some more wine?" Sylvia asked, pushing up onto her elbows. "Then I want to watch the two of you fucking. You can do that?" she asked, looking at Bill.
"As long as there's a place for his cock, he can do it," Ann said, smiling hugely. "It's one of the reasons I married him. The man is a fucking machine in every sense of the word."
Bill got the wine and they sat comfortably together enjoying it, watching the lights below as they looked out the window-wall, Sylvia leaning against Ann who filled her hand with a hard-nippled breast, while Bill ran his hand up the inner thigh of her leg which was laying across his own, his fingers lightly teasing her pussy, rubbing her lips between his fingers.
Then Ann pushed Bill over onto his back, mounting him and guiding his cock to her pussy, while she encouraged Sylvia to sit on his face, the two women smiling at each other while Ann fucked Bill and Sylvia got her pussy eaten.
"I love having you here, Sylvia," Ann panted as her hips rocked back and forth as her pussy slid along her husband's cock.
"I've never had such a nice time, such good sex," Sylvia purred, hesitatingly reaching out to cover Ann's hard, dark nipples with her hands, then pinching and pulling on them. "I never realized that a woman could be so sexy without large breasts."
"They're sensitive, connected directly to my clit," Ann said, shuddering on Bill's cock as she came.
"I can't decide which one of you eats pussy better," Sylvia laughed.
"And we can't decide which one of us likes eating it more," Ann laughed. "He's going to cum, I can feel it," she announced.
"Oh, let me," Sylvia said, leaning over, her face right in front of Ann's pussy as she leaned back on her hands, leaning in to lick the shaft of Bill's cock, not stopping until she was sucking on her clit.
"Ah, ah, ah," Bill cried out, his voice muffled by Sylvia's pussy smothering his mouth.
Sylvia pulled his cock from Ann's pussy, sucking it into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as his cock began to blow cum onto her tongue and into her mouth. Bill arched his hips up when he felt his entire cock disappear into Sylvia's siphoning mouth, finally collapsing back onto the bed when she had totally sucked him off.
"Christ!" Bill gasped, amazed at being so thoroughly vacuumed.
"Oh, you are so juicy," Sylvia said as she leaned further forward and dragged her tongue up between Ann's long, spread pussy lips.
"Mmm, yes," Ann said, a hand on Sylvia's head as she ate her pussy, feeling her juices flowing even more when she sucked on her clit, tripping her into yet another orgasm.
"Tomorrow is promised to nobody," Bill said when he returned with more wine after they had finished.
"What does that mean?" Sylvia asked.
"Dance like you've never danced, fuck like you've never fucked and never will again," Ann replied, smiling as Sylvia laughed.
"Oh, I do hope that we do this again," Sylvia said.
"Then I think that we can count on it," Ann said.
"You haven't cum in my ass yet," Sylvia said as she drained her glass of wine, then rolled over onto her knees, burying her face between Ann's legs, her tongue slipping into her pussy as Bill got behind her and filled her pussy, pumping a few times before withdrawing his cock and pressing it against Sylvia's starred rosebud, surprised and pleased at how easily he was able to fill her ass.
Bill and Ann smiled at each other as he fucked Sylvia in the ass while she continued to feast on Ann's pussy. Knowing what she wanted, Bill gave no warning, just gripped Sylvia's hips tightly when he finally came, pumping cum deep into her ass as she rotated her hips, pressing back against him.
"This is the most perfect evening that I think I've ever had," Sylvia sighed when she finally rolled over after Bill finished cumming, her feet planted flat on the bed and well apart, cum visibly oozing from her ass, her pussy spread wide open above.
"Definitely one for the record books," Bill said. "I'm going to go clean up. Would you care to join me?"
"Of course we will," Ann said, laughing. "If you think that I'm going to leave the two of you alone, you're crazy."
They showered together, helping each other, enjoying the touching before emerging clean and toweling off, then dressing.
"Thank you," Sylvia said, softly kissing Ann. "For dinner, for showing me how good sex can be," she added, kissing Bill, then melting into him as he held her close, their tongue duelling.
"Please come again, whenever you'd like," Bill said, smiling into her face in front of him. "Otherwise I'm going to have to come to the White House and find you."
"I might like that," Sylvia said, smiling.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Well?" Ann asked when Sylvia had gone.
"What can I say but wow?" Bill replied, shaking his head. "That is one hell of a lady."
"I'm glad that you like her," Ann said, hugging him. "I think that there's something special about her and her pussy is so delicious."
"It definitely is," Bill agreed, "but nowhere near as tasty as yours," he said, leading her back to the bedroom.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"What are we going to do?" the President asked the next morning. "More resignations, 7 of them. I cannot govern like this."
"You should declare a national emergency, martial law," Tony Pellegrini said.
"You are a fucking idiot," Jerry said, disgust on his face.
"Mr. President, if you are going to continue to listen to this cretin, I must submit my resignation," Steve Einstein said, pulling a letter from his inner jacket pocket and holding it out.
"A lot of good you've done," Tony Pellegrini snarled. "I'm getting dirt on the Jadens, what are you doing? Offering more useless advice?"
"Mr. President, I agree with Steve," Jerry said. "Unless you want to share a cell with this idiot, he has to go."
"He's my personal attorney," the President said stubbornly. "Attorney-client privilege will protect us."
"That would be seen as a conspiracy and a violation of the RICO statutes," Steve Einstein said. "You are digging your own grave, Mr. President. We have a crisis in the House. We do not need the debacle that this idiot is creating also coming down on us," he said, stepping forward and laying the letter on the President's desk. "I has been an honor to serve, Mr. President," he said, then turned and walked towards the door.
"Steve, wait," the President said, getting to his feet. "Tony, you should go to your office, deal with your business there."
"As you like, Mr. President," Tony Pellegrini said, glaring at Steve, then Jerry.
"Forget him," the President said when the door to the Oval Office closed behind him. "What are we going to do about the House?"
"There's nothing to be done," Jerry said, shaking his head. "The Democrats can just ignore us now. The FBI is getting ready to arrest people."
"Bob, can't you stop them?" the President asked.
"I cannot, Mr. President," the Attorney General replied. "Even firing the entire directorship would have no effect. It's being handled at lower levels. They're being very clever. It is deliberate. It's the Deep State conspiracy. We can't fire them all."
"Jerry, go talk to the House Republican leadership," the President said. "Find out what we can do to help them. There's got to be something. And why is Brock Presser only picking on Republicans? Why doesn't he go after the Democrats, too?"
"Well, he is a Democrat, Mr. President," Chris Vanger replied.
"He also said that he'd go after anyone who he has evidence of corruption," Steve Einstein said. "I believe him. The man is integrity personified."
"I don't need people with integrity, I need people with loyalty," the President groused, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'll talk to the Director of the FBI, Mr. President," Bob Carr said. "Maybe I can reach an understanding with him."
"You do that," the President said. "Ann, I want to talk with you. The rest of you can leave."
"Mr. President?" Ann said after the others had filed out.
"I want you to have a talk with the Fed Chairman," the President said. "The stock market is wobbling and I don't like that. The economy is the one thing I can point to for the re-election. It's the best economy we've ever had. Ever."
"I can talk to him, Mr. President," Ann replied, "but there's not much he or the Fed can do other than affect interest rates and I doubt that he'd be willing to do that."
"Well, talk to him," the President said. "Make him see reason."
"Yes, sir," Ann replied.
"My wife is going to Denver to make a speech about her taking care of children thing," the President said. "She wants you and Eve to go with her."
"I'd love to, Mr. President," Ann said. "I think it's a wonderful initiative. Children are our future, after all."
"You don't have any children, do you?" the President asked.
"No, I don't," Ann replied. "Maybe one day, but it hasn't happened so far."
"I need to go meet Sylvia," Eve said, looking at her watch. "She's invited me for tea each morning."
"So you made peace with her?" the President asked, scowling.
"I think so," Eve replied. "We understand each other better now."
"Well, she's made it very clear that she wants nothing to do with me unless she absolutely has to, the fucking bitch," the President said. "If I don't win re-election, she will fuck me every way that she can, when she's not fucking her Secret Service detail."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Mmm, I love the way you eat my pussy," Sylvia sighed as Eve slurped at the cum cocktail filling her.
"I love the taste of your pussy," Eve said, looking up from between Sylvia's spread thighs, licking her lips.
"And you're not angry with me for cheating on your father anymore?" Sylvia asked.
"No, not really," Eve replied. "I think I understand it."
"Would you let Jerry fuck you if you knew that he was fucking porn stars without a condom?" Sylvia asked.
"Definitely not," Eve replied, "but I don't have to worry about that. I guess I'm lucky."
"Well, I'm sorry, but your father is a pig and he will never touch me again," Sylvia said. "Do you still want to be friends?"
"Yes," Eve replied. "I admit to feeling a bit conflicted, but I get it. Besides, I just love eating your pussy."
"It doesn't bother you that I'm not eating yours?" Sylvia asked.
"Do you do that?" Eve asked, surprised.
"Yes," Sylvia replied. "Maybe I'll eat yours. Would you like that?"
"Gosh, yes," Eve replied. "I love having my pussy eaten."
"Has your father ever eaten your pussy?" Sylvia asked.
"No," Eve replied firmly. "He told me that he thinks it's gross. He's such a germaphobe. Honestly, the only thing that he's ever done is fuck me in the ass."
"And you like that?" Sylvia asked.
"He's not very gentle," Eve said, "but I like being able to make him feel better, feel happy. But I won't do it again. I promised and I always keep my promises."
"Well, you sure didn't get that from your father," Sylvia laughed. "Make me cum again. It will relax me for the trip to Denver this afternoon," she said, smiling at the look on Eve's face as she slid her tongue back into her pussy.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Daddy, are you okay?" Eve asked when she returned to the Oval Office to find the President by himself, watching Faux News.
"The FBI arrested Tony," the President replied with a sigh, shaking his head.
"Oh, no!" Eve gasped as she approached his side, her hand resting on his shoulder. "That poor man."
"He won't tell them anything," the President said, sliding a hand up the back of his daughter's leg to her ass. "We talked about this happening. He knows that I'll pardon him, but he tells them nothing. Attorney-client privilege and Executive Privilege. They're wasting their time."
"But what will you do without him to help you?" Eve asked, taking a deep breath when she felt her father's fingers slipping into her panties and between her sopping pussy lips.
"I need to find another attorney," the President replied, sliding his fingers back and forth between her pussy lips before slipping them into her.
"I'm sure you'll find a good one," Eve said, feeling her knees tremble as he continued to play with her pussy.
"You're going to Denver with Sylvia?" he asked, withdrawing his glistening fingers from beneath her skirt and sucking on them.
"Yes, and Ann," Eve replied, trying to control her breathing, feeling her pussy getting even wetter from the stimulation of her father's fingers.
"So you made peace with her?" the President asked, sitting back.
"I did just what you told me to do, made a deal," Eve replied.
"What kind of a deal?" the President asked, sliding his hand back up beneath her skirt.
"Well, number one, I promised her that I wouldn't let you fuck me in the ass anymore," Eve said, sighing when she felt his fingers in her panties and then into her pussy once again.
"Fucking bitch," the President said, jamming his fingers into her pussy, causing her to gasp. "Anything else?" he asked, sawing his fingers in and out of her sopping pussy.
"She has me come to her rooms each morning after she...after she fucks her Secret Service agent," Eve replied. "She has me eat her pussy, clean her up."
"God damn!" the President shouted, pulling his sticky fingers from beneath her skirt, an angry look on his face, looking for a place to wipe his fingers, then sticking them into his mouth and sucking on them.
"It's okay, Daddy," Eve said, squeezing his shoulder. "I really don't mind. She's been very nice to me and her pussy is delicious. And she won't make any problems for you while you're President. She promised."
"And you believe her?" the President snorted.
"Yes, I do," Eve replied. "She's really angry with you, you know. She could really hurt you if she tried to divorce you while you're President. I don't think that she's at all worried about her own reputation, so she'd make sure that everything is out in the open."
"Mr. President, Mr. Vanger is here," Amanda Searls announced.
"I need to get ready for Denver," Eve said. "I'll talk with you when I get back."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Sylvia had to blink back tears as the thunderous ovation in response to her impassioned speech about protecting and supporting children was finished.
"She was amazing," Eve said to Ann as they both applauded. "She really means what she says and they knew it."
"I had no idea," Ann replied, also surprised. "She is definitely not what you'd think she is."
"No wonder my father married her," Eve said, causing Ann to have to choke back laughter at the obtuseness of her statement in light of how Thomas Pocksy had treated her.
"Oh, Sylvia, you were just magnificent," Edith Goldstein told her when she finally exited the stage.
"Such an amazing audience," Sylvia said, obviously affected by the reaction.
"It's a shame that you have to go back to Washington so quickly," Edith said. "Aaron and I would love to have you as our guests. Aren't you a skier?"
"Oh, I just love skiing," Sylvia replied, smiling broadly.
"Is there any way you can stay, be our guests at our chalet in Aspen?" Edith asked. "We've just had 30" of fresh snow. The conditions are as good as they get."
"I know that Eve loves skiing, too," Sylvia said, smiling. "Why not? What do you think?" she asked, looking at Eve and Ann.
"Oh, I'd love to," Eve said, "but we didn't come prepared for something like that."
"Not to worry," Edith assured her. "We will make sure that you have everything that you need."
"Ann, what do you think?" Sylvia asked.
"I'm not much of a skier, but it sounds wonderful," Ann replied. "I've never been to Aspen."
"Then it's settled," Sylvia said.
Ann could not believe that they were in Marine helicopters flying up into the Rocky Mountains towards Aspen. She had called Bill and he had enthusiastically encouraged her. Eve was on cloud nine, literally and figuratively, Aaron and Edith Goldstein being fabulously famous patrons of the arts and other worthy causes, worth billions.
Their Secret Service detail was scrambling, trying to adjust to the sudden change in plans. Edith and Aaron seemed overwhelmed to be on the Marine helicopters that ferried them to Aspen and a group of Suburbans had been hastily arranged to take them from the airport up to the Goldstein chalet, a fairyland construction on Aspen mountain overlooking the ski area with 360º views of the Rocky Mountains.
Once there, one of the three guest chalets that were part of the compound were assigned to Sylvia, Eve, and Ann, each of them given spacious, connecting suites with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the fairyland vista. The Secret Service detail were given an adjacent guest chalet for their needs.
A who's who of Aspen's glitterati was invited to an impromptu, lavish reception, replete with a Dom Perignon champagne fountain and ice bowls of Beluga caviar, along with platters of lobster, oysters, clams, and shrimp, along with a fireplace big enough for six people to stand in that contained a roasting boar on a spit.
Ann was overwhelmed by the number of famous actors and actresses, as well as some of the biggest names in finance that were in attendance, anyone being anyone having an Aspen residence. Even though the dinner started just after midnight, it was the most lavish affair that she had ever seen, all done on the spur of a moment, arranged from Denver by Edith as they flew in the helicopters.
When the party finally wound down around 3:00 in the morning, Ann felt like she was numb; too much champagne, too much incredible food, and exhausted beyond words. When they finally retired to their suites on the top floor of the three-story chalet, Sylvia suggested that they all soak in the rooftop Jacuzzi, big enough for a dozen people, snow falling as the full moon lit up the snow-covered peaks around them.
"I have died and gone to heaven," Ann sighed as she sank into the Jacuzzi with Eve and Sylvia, the three of them naked as jaybirds.
"My heaven includes having my pussy eaten," Sylvia said, laughing.
"That would be icing on the cake," Ann replied, laughing.
"My bed is big enough for the three of us," Sylvia said. "Shall we?"
Eve was surprised by the turn of events, though not displeased. Seeing Sylvia take the initiative and crawl between Ann's thighs to slurp on her pussy surprised her, but didn't stop her from kneeling behind her and spreading her ass cheeks wide apart so that she could eat her pussy from behind. Soon enough, they were in a daisy chain, feasting on each other, changing directions several times so that they each got to eat each other before finally snuggling together on the big bed, worn out from the day and the many orgasms that they had each experienced.
"You do have a delicious pussy, Eve," Sylvia told her. "I'm only sorry that I didn't enjoy it before now."
"Oh! Thank you," Eve said, reaching over to cup Sylvia's pussy, her fingers finding her wet center between her pussy lips. "You know how much I love eating yours."
"And those long lips of Ann's," Sylvia sighed. "I could suck and chew on them forever."
"Please do," Ann replied with a laugh.
"I think that we're going to be very good friends, aren't we?" Sylvia asked.
"Oh, I sure hope so," Eve sighed. "You both make me feel so good."
"We should try to get some sleep," Sylvia suggested. "We have a full day of skiing ahead of us."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It was almost noon before the three women got out of bed and not before enjoying a long, leisurely daisy chain of pussy eating. They each dressed in the ski outfits that had been provided, meeting downstairs where a chef had prepared eggs Benedict for them, along with bagels with smoked salmon and Philadelphia cream cheese. By the time they finally got to the top of the mountain for skiing, it was 2:00.
Sylvia skied as though she had been born on skis and Eve had obviously skied before, seeming comfortable. Ann, her first time on skis, was frustrated by constantly finding herself on her face in the snow, being helped to her feet by the Secret Service agent who had been assigned to her. She was all too happy to call it a day when they finally decided to stop, everyone joining in the lodge for hot mulled wine in front of a roaring fire.
They each managed a couple of hours of sleep before there was another fantastic dinner with all of the Aspen glitterati once again in attendance. After the dinner, Sylvia gave a short talk about her initiative helping children, then Edith took the rostrum to make a plea for donations for the children's initiative fund that Sylvia had caused to be established, taking checks totaling over $2 million before it was over.
"I want to thank all of you so much for your generosity," Sylvia said, taking the rostrum once more. "I can assure you that it will be well used to help the most vulnerable of people, our future, our children. I can also promise that the cost of this wonderful ski vacation will not be borne by the American taxpayer, but that my husband, President Pocksy, will be paying for it personally."
"He is going to blow a gasket," Eve whispered to Ann when Sylvia made this announcement.
They mingled with the guests for another half an hour, drinking champagne. Ann noticed Sylvia in an animated discussion with her head Secret Service agent who seemed uncomfortable before finally nodding his assent to whatever she had said to him.
Finally able to take their leave after thanking Edith and Aaron for a wonderful evening, the three women went back to their chalet with their Secret Service detail of five, heading to the rooftop Jacuzzi and sinking into the warm water with a sigh of relief, Ann's whole body aching from her misadventure on the slopes.
"I have a special surprise for you tonight," Sylvia said after they had soaked for several minutes. "Something that we all have earned and deserve."
"Oh, my god!" Eve gasped, sinking into the water, all but her head as the Secret Service detail appeared, all of them naked, their cocks leading the way.
"Help yourselves," she said as the five men entered the Jacuzzi, standing up to lean over and suck the cock of one of them, while another got behind her and fed his cock into her pussy while Eve stared in shock.
Ann laughed, joining Sylvia, filling her mouth with one cock while another filled her pussy from behind. The final agent, a large, muscular black man, approached Eve who was still crouching beneath the water.
"Don't you want to join the fun?" he asked, reaching down and helping her to her feet, lifting her wide-eyed out of the water, then lowering her, guiding his cock to her pussy and settling her down on it, her legs wrapping around his waist as he began to fuck her standing up.
"God, Sylvia, this is great," Ann gasped as she leaned over on the side of the Jacuzzi next to her, looking out over the ski slopes and the moonlit mountains as two of the agents stood side by side, fucking them in the ass.
"Oh, look," Sylvia said, smiling as she looked back over her shoulder.
Turning, Ann gasped when she saw the black Secret Service agent sitting on the side of the Jacuzzi, Eve on his lap, her back to him, her feet up on his thighs, his cock buried in her ass while another stood in front of her, fucking her pussy, while the third agent stood up on the side of the Jacuzzi, his cock in her mouth.
For over an hour they fucked, Ann pretty certain that each of the men had her at least once, filling her mouth, pussy, and ass with cum over and over again. Finally, Sylvia thanked them, kissing each of them before leading Eve and Ann to the shower where they cleaned themselves up, then retired to her bed for a long, satisfying daisy chain before finally falling asleep, totally sated.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Good morning, Daddy," Eve said the next morning when she arrived at the Oval Office, a bounce to her step and a huge smile on her face.
"You're back," the President said as she took her familiar place next to him, a hand on his shoulder.
"Yes, and it was wonderful, all of it," Eve gushed. "I never had so much fun."
"Well, it sure cost me enough," the President groused. "At least $1 million, probably $2 million."
"Oh, Daddy, so what?" Eve said, sighing when she felt his hand slide up the back of her leg to her ass, his fingers slipping into her panties and between her wet pussy lips. "You have enough money. You won't even feel it," she said, placing her hands on the edge of his desk and leaning over just enough to make it easier for him to slide his fingers in and out of her pussy, jumping up when the door to the Oval Office opened and Chris Vanger, Bob Carr, Steve Einstein, Jerry, and Ann entered, her father's hand disappearing from beneath her skirt as he sucked on his gooey fingers.
"Mr. President," Chris Vanger said, "Brock Presser is making an announcement in a few minutes," he said, the President lifting the remote control and turning on the television, the four major networks appearing in their own windows on the screen.
Eve beamed a smile at Ann as they all turned their attention to the television where Brock Presser's image suddenly appeared on all four of the network feeds. The President pressed a button to fill the screen with Faux News' feed just as he began speaking.
"As a result of my recent disclosure of corruption of Republican House members," he began, "the FBI requested that I not release any further information that I might receive about individuals who had committed actionable crimes, but to instead first give my information to them so that they could do their investigations and then make any necessary arrests. They made this request of me as a result of several of the House Republicans taking actions to destroy evidence, which did them no good, as the information which I had received had documentation supporting all of the alleged violations of the law. Accordingly, I turned over to them today a file which I received just two days ago implicating six Republican Senators in serious criminal activity."
"Oh, god, there goes our Senate majority," Jerry said, shaking his head.
"It still takes two thirds to convict if an impeachment is voted in the House," Bob Carr said. "There's no way so many Senators would do such a treasonous thing."
"I'm not so sure," Steve Einstein said slowly. "First and foremost, they want to be re-elected. I wonder how many of them are so willing to sacrifice their careers and chances of re-election if the evidence in an impeachment process is as clear as that which Brock Presser is exposing."
"They wouldn't dare impeach me," the President fulminated. "That would be illegal, a coup."
"I'd bet anything that the House will impeach you, Mr. President," Jerry said. "Whether their evidence will be anything more than hopes and wishes remains to be seen, but they will launch impeachment proceedings. The public pressure is mounting and they won't be able to avoid it. I suggest that you need to start an immediate lobbying of the Senate Republicans to ensure that they toe the line. If only three Senators are forced to resign as a result of Brock Presser's new information, we will lose the majority and the Democrats will control the Senate. They will be the ones calling the shots as to what kind of a trial occurs, even though we should still have the numbers to ensure that there is not a conviction."
"Is that all that you can say?" the President scowled. "That's hardly encouraging."
"Mr. President, if you want a yes man to kiss your ass, let Chris, Bob, or Tony talk," Jerry said. "I'm telling you the way it is, the way I see it. They'd blow smoke up your ass all the way to a prison cell."
"I find myself agreeing with Jerry for a change," Steve Einstein said. "You need to start preparing for the Senate trial. I also think that impeachment by the House is inevitable, especially now. They're going to try to paint you with the brush of corruption because of all of the truly corrupt congressmen, because you've supported them, they've supported you, whether you were aware of their corruption or not. It's guilt by association."
"We need to create some positive imagery," Jerry said, "something to distract people from all of this negative stuff. It's all they're seeing. It's not helping us to get traction with the re-election effort."
"You might do some rallies," Chris Vanger suggested. "You know how much the people love you. There's no way for the fake news to show anything negative from your rallies. You've also got the G7 meeting the end of next week in London. Nothing is more presidential than you being the center of attention with all of the other world leaders around you."
"The people need to see you," Eve said. "They love it when you go to them. I think that it's a good idea."
"Go ahead, set something up," the President said. "I'm sick of this place."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The cheers of the crowd in the auditorium hall in Brooklyn were deafening as the President took the stage, basking in the glow of their adulation. Finally raising his arms to signal for quiet so that he might speak, they quieted.
"The fake news is trying to undo an election that they called wrong," he shouted to cheers. "They're manufacturing a bullshit excuse to impeach me," he said, the cheers rising in volume. "But we're not going to give in to them, are we?" he asked, the crowd going nuts. "This is the best presidency this country has ever seen and they can't stand it because they didn't call it right."
"You're an asshole," a voice cut through from the back of the crowd, eliciting growls.
"Oh, my, a heckler," the President said mockingly, grinning. "Teach that human scum a lesson. Get him out of here."
There was pandemonium on the floor as the heckler was beset upon and knocked to the ground. By the time security was able to push through the crowd to him, he was dead, stomped to a bloody mess by the crazed crowd. People started running for the exits and the Secret Service hustled the President from the stage and out the back into his armored limousine.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"My god!" Ann gasped as she watched the scene on television later that night with Bill. "They killed that poor man."
"At the direction and instigation of the President," Bill said, shaking his head. "The man is totally out of his mind."
"What is going to happen with the latest information you gave to Brock Presser?" Ann asked.
"I imagine that they'll all be arrested," Bill replied. "It was really amazing; insider trading, bribery, solicitation of bribes, campaign finance violations, including accepting money from foreign actors funneled through offshore banks. They'll all go to jail."
"But only six of them," Ann said. "That's not nearly as bad as the House."
"I didn't bother with the ones who hadn't seriously violated the law," Bill said with a laugh. "I could easily force another dozen to resign for all sorts of sexual peccadillos, but getting rid of the six really bad ones will be enough to tip the majority to the Democrats, for now. That'll stop the Republican obstruction of the rule of law. I plan on giving the Democrats the same treatment, House and Senate, in time for the upcoming elections. Hopefully that will give the country a chance to elect new people who aren't carrying so much criminal baggage. If I can, I'll make sure that the Republican Party leadership and the Democratic Party leadership will have information regarding any bad actors running for office in time to stop them rather than having me getting the information to Brock Presser to expose them."
"I hope one day that you get recognized for saving the country," Ann said. "You'll deserve the Congressional Medal of Honor for what you're doing."
"I'd settle for a good blowjob," Bill said with a laugh.
"I thought you'd never ask," Ann said with a smile, reaching for his zipper.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The President is deeply saddened by the loss of life at the rally yesterday in Brooklyn," Stephan Groffs, the Press Secretary announced from the podium in the Press Briefing Room. "He finds such violence regrettable and hopes that it won't be repeated."
"But the President himself told the crowd to 'teach that human scum a lesson', a reporter from CZN said. "How can he deny his own responsibility in such a vicious murder?"
"The President never called for violence," Stephan Groffs replied.
"The New York Attorney General has said that she is going to issue an arrest warrant for the President for incitement to riot and accessory to murder," the reporter from NBC said.
"The President enjoys total immunity," Stephan Groffs replied. "The New York Attorney General has no authority to do anything of the sort."
"Are you asserting that the President has the right to encourage murder with impunity?" the reporter followed up.
"The President enjoys total immunity," Stephan Groffs repeated. "In any event, he had nothing to do with the tragic, accidental death of that man."
"One of the five men arrested for the murder is claiming that he acted at the express direction of the President and that killing a Jew shouldn't be against the law," the reporter from ABC said.
"Your entire statement is total nonsense," Stephan Groffs replied, "and an insult not worthy of response."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Dad, we really need to focus on the re-election strategy," Tommy 'Junior' Pocksy said the next morning in the Oval Office. "If you're re-elected, the Statute of Limitations will protect you. We need to make a major effort to ensure that you win the election."
"But I have total immunity," the President complained. "I'm the President."
"Not entirely, Mr. President," Bob Carr said, clearing his throat and looking decidedly uncomfortable. "You can't be charged while you are the President, but you can be charged upon leaving office, providing that the relevant Statutes of Limitations haven't expired."
"What is the Statute of Limitations for Accessory to Murder?" Jerry asked.
"There is no Statute of Limitations with respect to any type of a murder charge," Bob Carr replied.
"So what are you doing about it?" the President asked, his normal arrogance subdued.
"There's nothing I can do about it, Mr. President," Bob Carr replied. "New York is a sovereign state. Federal agencies have no jurisdiction over their legal processes unless they encroach upon Federal prerogatives. I've asked the New York Attorney General for a meeting to discuss the issue. In my opinion, it's a stretch to try to accuse you of complicity in a murder when it was clearly just an accident that you had nothing to do with. I'm sure that I can make her see reason."
"Steve, what do you think?" the President asked.
"Mr. President, I think that the Attorney General is on drugs," Steve Einstein said to gasps. "You were on national television. The whole country, the whole world has heard you specifically saying 'teach that human scum a lesson'."
"But I told them to get him out of there, not to kill him," the President protested.
"Which is why you will probably be acquitted of accessory to murder if it were to ever come to trial," Steve Einstein said, "but it won't stop the New York Attorney General from bringing the charges. She has her own agenda. You're much more exposed on the incitement to riot charge."
"That fucking bitch wants to be governor," Tommy 'Junior' snorted. "She's grandstanding."
"Yes, she is," Steve Einstein agreed, "but she's in a position to issue an indictment and an arrest warrant, even though it can't be served while you are the President."
"We'll take her to court," the President said. "Find a judge and make sure that it goes away. I'll be President for at least five more years."
"I'll certainly try, Mr. President," Steve Einstein said, "but you need to realize how serious this is. I strongly suggest that you hire a personal attorney, as Tony Pellegrini is not going to be able to help you. He's looking at his own problems. In light of the charges facing him, a judge might not allow him to represent you. I am the White House counsel, not your personal attorney. I am also not a criminal defence attorney, which is what you need for this. I also suggest that you refrain from calling for any action against any protesters or hecklers in the future."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Oh, Ann, I just don't know what to do," Eve said when they left the morning meeting and were safely in Eve's office. "Daddy's in so much trouble. It's taking all of his time. He can't even be President. Why do they hate him so much?"
"Are you really that blind, Eve?" Ann asked, staring at her in astonishment. "He's brought this all on himself with his disgusting, divisive rhetoric. It almost seems as though he's hell-bent on destroying the country. Quite honestly, I'm concerned that he's mentally unstable. No sane person would do or say some of the things that he's doing and saying. Anyone who disagrees with him is a traitor in his mind. That's just not right. He is blatantly breaking the law, almost every day. He is filled with hate and rage and it's stopping him from seeing things clearly. I'm sorry if that's hurtful for you to hear, but it's how I'm seeing things."
"He just wants people to like him," Eve said. "Is that so bad?"
"No, of course not," Ann replied, "but calling them names, trying to destroy their lives is not the way to win friends and influence people. His core supporters are the dregs of society, under-educated, racist, homophobic, religious fanatics. This is not a good or healthy situation. I honestly think that the future of our country is being jeopardized. His economic decisions are disastrous. He's destroying whole communities just to prove that he's a tough guy with the Chinese. There's no economic sense to what he's doing. Don't forget, that's why I'm here. These are things that I know. I'm doing the best I can to ameliorate his worst instincts, but he listens to nobody except those who stroke his ego the most. This is a really bad situation and I don't see it getting any better as long as he's the President."
"Do you hate him?" Eve asked, tears coursing down her cheeks.
"No, but he scares me," Ann replied. "I think that he's dangerous. What if he decides to nuke some country who insults him? Look at how many of the top echelon of the military have quit, retired, refusing to have anything to do with his policies, even going to far as to criticize him publicly afterwards, something that is unprecedented in our history. This is not good, Eve, not good at all."
"It was so nice to be in Colorado for those two days, away from all of this, just being with nice people, doing nice things," Eve said, wiping her eyes and trying to repair her makeup. "Coming back to this is so depressing."
"Don't you need to go see Sylvia?" Ann asked, noticing the time.
"She told me not to worry about it today," Eve replied. "She knew that it was going to be crazy around here. In a way, I wish that I was seeing her. Eating her pussy would make me feel better. It would be a nice escape for a bit."
"Well, we can lock the door and you can eat my pussy," Ann suggested, smiling at the look of surprise on Eve's face. "Or maybe you'd like me to eat yours?"
"How about both?" Eve asked, laughing and going to the door and locking it, then hopping up on the desk, reaching up beneath her skirt and pulling her panties down and off, then putting her feet up on the edge and leaning back, exposing herself.
Ann leaned over and dragged her tongue up between Eve's fat outer pussy lips, tasting her tangy juices before teasing her clit and feeling her tremble, then stabbing her tongue into her, drinking the cascade of juices that ran from her as she glued her mouth to her and slurped, only stopping when Eve pushed her head away, her whole body trembling as she came.
"Oh, god, I needed that," Eve said, laughing. "Now I want to eat your pussy."
Ann smiled, trading places, hitching her skirt up, no panties to remove, and leaned back to watch as Eve sucked on her long pussy lips, then slid her tongue into her and began to feast. When she had cum several times, Eve finally leaned back, licking her lips, her mouth and chin covered in Ann's juices.
"It's so nice how a tongue in your pussy can make all of your troubles disappear," Ann sighed as she lowered her legs and stood up. "That felt great. Thank you," she said, leaning over and softly kissing her, their tongues briefly dancing. "It certainly took the bad taste of that meeting from my mouth. Now I need to get some work done. You worry about yourself. Your father's a big boy and his problems are his responsibility, not yours."
"Maybe we can have dinner together soon?" Eve asked. "With Bill."
"I know he'd love that," Ann said with a smile. "He's always going on about your tight pussy."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"In an astonishing turn of events, White House Counsel Steve Einstein has resigned," the NBC newsreader announced. "According to the statement released by Mr. Einstein, he felt that it was 'morally incompatible with his beliefs to continue to represent this President any longer'. Apparently, President Pocksy's recent Tweet about people needing to be careful about insulting him because his supporters are passionate about their President crossed a line for Mr. Einstein. His statement further stated that 'nobody, especially a president of the United States, should ever condone violence because of a difference of opinion'. President Pocksy's blatant racism, misogynism, and disrespect for anyone who disagrees with him has now taken a dangerous turn with the vicious murder at his instigation of a protester at his recent rally in Brooklyn."
"I want NBC's broadcast license canceled," the President thundered, his face purple with rage, spittle flying as he glared at Chris Vanger, Bob Carr, Jerry, and Ann, Eve at her usual place by his side, but not touching him, clearly rattled by the violence of his anger. "And I want that fucking asshole sued for defamation."
"Mr. President, you have no personal attorney or a White House counsel," Chris Vanger bravely responded. "Who is going to do this?"
"Bob, you get the Justice Department on this," the President said. "I want NBC shut down, now."
"Mr. President, I can have people look into this, but NBC has not broken any laws that I can see, even though they might be open to a defamation lawsuit. For that, you'd need your own counsel. The DOJ would not be allowed to represent you in a personal capacity," the Attorney General replied, "as much as I'd like them to."
"I want a gag order on Steve," the President shouted. "He opens his mouth, makes any statement, I want him arrested and thrown in jail."
"Mr. President, Mr. Einstein is a private citizen and the Constitution protects his right to say whatever he wants. If he libels you or defames you, you can sue him in a personal capacity, but the DOJ can do nothing," Bob Carr replied, clearly nervous. "You can order him not to say anything that would violate attorney-client privilege, but you cannot stop him from speaking out if he so chooses."
"The House Ethics Committee has already announced that they are going to invite him to be interviewed," Jerry said. "They're prepared to subpoena him if necessary. I doubt that he'd defy a subpoena, though his professional ethics might prevent him from testifying voluntarily."
"In further news, the eight Senators arrested by the FBI in simultaneous arrests this morning were charged based upon the information which former Attorney General Brock Presser supplied to the FBI," the NBC newsreader continued. "Seven of them were granted bail with instructions not to leave the country, while one, Senator Wylie from Wyoming, was denied bail when it was discovered that he had a passport from Malta and had chartered a private jet in preparation for leaving the country. This means that the Senate Majority is now 1, as Senator Wylie will not be able or allowed to vote on anything the Senate considers while incarcerated. The Minority Leader, Democratic Senator Wright, has introduced a motion to expel the 8 indicted Senators from the Senate. This is not expected to be adopted, as innocent until proven guilty is still the bedrock of our system of justice, in spite of the President ignoring this principle repeatedly."
"This is a coup!" the President shouted. "Bob, have your people prepare pardon papers for them. I'll cut this off before it gets any traction."
"I'd be happy to do that, Mr. President," the Attorney General replied, "though your pardon would only apply to the Federal charges. The states that they represent are preparing their own charges because the crimes took place in their jurisdictions. You cannot issue a pardon for non-Federal crimes or charges."
"But I'm the goddamned President," the President shouted. "I can do whatever the fuck I want to do."
This was met with a deafening silence.
"Mr. President, you need counsel, both personally and for the White House," Jerry finally said. "You cannot protect yourself without help."
"I've talked to a dozen of the top law firms," the President said, clearly exasperated. "They all said no. Everyone is running scared. I've been contacted by a few low-life lawyers looking to get famous. They don't know anything."
"Have you tried Joe Capone?" Jerry suggested.
"The mob lawyer?" the President asked.
"Yes," Jerry replied. "He's ugly, but he has vast experience taking on the government and often winning."
"They'd just say that I was a mobster if I hired him," the President said.
"Mr. President, they're already saying that and have been for a while," Jerry said, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. "You need a competent attorney."
"What about Representative Moucher as White House counsel?" Chris Vanger suggested. "She's basically useless as a representative now, so why not tap her for White House counsel? She was a hugely successful prosecutor before entering the House and she knows how government works."
"And how would that make me look, hiring a woman for such an important position?" the President scowled.
"What's wrong with hiring a woman?" Eve asked.
"They're okay for some things, but not something important like that," the President replied, Eve's jaw dropping in surprise. "Where are you going?" he shouted as Ann walked towards the door. "Where do you think you're going?" he shouted as Ann opened the door and left.
"Daddy, sometimes you are just so stupid," Eve said, following Ann and exiting the Oval Office, leaving everyone stunned.
"She's useless anyway," the President said, sitting down, not specifying who he was referring to.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"You are without a doubt the most awesome woman I have ever met," Bill said as he stroked his cock in and out of Ann's pussy, her legs wrapped around his waist.
"There was no way I was going to listen to that asshole and not leave," Ann said, squeezing his cock with her pussy. "I think that he's really crazy, not just crazy, but really crazy. I can't believe that the 25th Amendment isn't being discussed by some of his cabinet."
"I never thought of Eve as having a spine, just a nice, tight pussy and a willing mouth," Bill said, groaning as his balls exploded.
"I give her credit for not making it worse," Ann gasped as she milked his cock with her pussy as he came. "Releasing a statement saying that she realizes that her children need her more than her father was smart. I'm sure that her approval rating will go up. I have a feeling that deep down inside she has dreams of high political office, the Oval Office in particular."
"Stupidity runs deep in that family," Bill laughed as he withdrew his spent cock from her pussy.
"Eat my pussy and show me how much you love me," Ann said, pulling her knees to her chest and smiling as Bill lowered his face to her cum-filled snatch and slid his tongue into her.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Mr. President," Joe Capone said upon entering the Oval Office. "I never thought that I'd see the inside of this office outside of a movie set," he said in his thick Brooklyn accent as they shook hands.
"I had it redecorated to be more presidential," the President boasted. "It looked like shit before."
"It's smaller than I would have expected," Joe Capone said as he looked around.
"A lot of people say that," the President said, leading him over to the sofas.
"I take it that you need a lawyer who knows how to fight dirty," Joe Capone said as they sat down.
"I need a lawyer that knows how to win and I don't care how," the President replied. "You interested?"
"You'll take a lot of grief if you hire me," Joe Capone said.
"Grief is all I get anyway," the President replied. "What's a little more?"
"What exactly do you want from me?" Joe Capone asked.
"Muddy the water, drag things out, bury them in paperwork," the President said. "Delay, delay, delay, at least for another five years until I'm not President anymore. Then the gloves can really come off."
"You expect to be re-elected?" Joe Capone asked.
"Of course I'll be re-elected," the President said. "The people love me. They know that I'm the best president this country has ever had."
"Mr. President, if I accept, there's one thing that you have to expect from me," Joe Capone said. "I don't do bullshit with my clients and my clients don't lie to me. If I think that you've lied to me, about anything, I'm gone. At the same time, I'm always going to tell you exactly how it is, your ego and pride be damned. From what I've seen of you, you won't be able to deal with that."
"I'm as New York as you," the President said, his eyes narrowing. "You do your job, I'll do mine."
"Well, Mr. President, I think you're insane if you think that you're going to be re-elected," Joe Capone said, looking directly at the President. "You have a solid core of supporters, maybe 25%-30%, ignorant, mostly un- or under-educated, religious fanatics, incels; the rest of the country despises you. Now all of your main congressional support is either gone or in jail or going to jail. If I were you, I'd walk away while I could, leave the country and run your empire from somewhere more friendly to you. Politically, I think that you're already a dead man walking."
"Who do you think that you're talking to?" the President asked.
"I'm talking to a guy who wants me to represent him," Joe Capone said without flinching. "You may be the President, but to me you're just another client, maybe. If you want the best criminal defence attorney in the country, you hire me, if I'll have you. Your money doesn't impress me. I have more than enough money."
"Then why would you want to represent me if you have such a negative opinion of me?" the President asked, cowed like he'd never been in his entire life by a person other than his father.
"Fame," Joe Capone said easily. "I'll be the most famous lawyer of all time when I get you off. I want to be in the history books for a reason other than my last name."
"You think you can get me off?" the President asked.
"I wouldn't be here if I didn't," Joe Capone replied.
"Do you think that you can help Tony Pellegrini, too?" the President asked.
"I could, but I won't," Joe Capone replied.
"Why not?" the President asked.
"Because he's a dumb fuck masquerading as a lawyer," Joe Capone replied. "I'd rather represent a child rapist. If I were you, I'd write him off and forget that you ever knew him."
"He'll rat me out if I don't help him," the President said.
"That I can help you with," Joe Capone said with a thin smile. "Someone will talk to him, make him understand the price of opening his mouth. I'm sure that he'll agree that a long prison sentence would be preferable. He has a family, after all."
"You're hired," the President said after a moment's hesitation.
"You agree to my conditions, without exception?" Joe Capone asked.
"Yes," the President replied.
"We only ever talk privately," Joe Capone said. "Never any witnesses."
"What about my White House counsel?" the President asked.
"You don't have one," Joe Capone replied.
"I will and whoever it is will need to be familiar with some things that overlap," the President said.
"I'll have to decide that on an issue by issue basis," Joe Capone replied. "Attorney-client privilege only goes so far, as you now know. Look what happened with your last attorney before Tony. He told the Feds everything they wanted to know. He didn't care about being disbarred and losing his license, he just wanted to save his ass."
"Okay," the President agreed.
"My fee will be $1 million per month, payable up front," Joe Capone said.
"I thought you said that money wasn't important to you," the President said.
"It isn't, that's why I'm only charging you $1 million per month and not $5 million," Joe Capone replied.
"Why up front?" the President asked.
"Your history of stiffing people is well known," Joe Capone replied. "I'd rather not have to be put in the position of dealing with you if something like that were to occur. You pay up front, we won't have that problem, will we?"
"No," the President replied, subdued.
"As soon as I receive your check and it clears, we'll talk again and I'll get to work," Joe Capone said, getting to his feet. "It's been a pleasure meeting you, Mr. President," he said, shaking his hand before leaving.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Amanda, get Jerry. Tell him I want to see him right now," the President said into the speaker phone when Joe Capone had gone.
"Right away, Mr. President," Amanda Searls replied.
"You wanted to see me, Mr. President?" Jerry asked when he arrived at the Oval Office several minutes later.
"I just hired Joe Capone as my personal attorney," the President said.
"Jesus, the mob lawyer?" Jerry asked, his eyes wide in surprise. "The press will go nuts."
"You recommended him, remember. Is he the best criminal defence attorney?" the President asked.
"He's supposed to be," Jerry replied. "He'd better be for the shit you're going to take for hiring him."
"Can you arrange a meeting and talk to Moucher about the White House counsel position?" the President asked.
"I'm sure I can," Jerry replied, nodding.
"Don't mention Capone," the President warned.
"Trust me, I won't," Jerry replied, shaking his head. "Damn!"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Well, this President is a fighter," Seamus Harrity said on his talk show on Faux Network. "He doesn't waste any time. The word is that he's hired Joe Capone as his personal attorney and that Representative Moucher has agreed to leave the House and become White House counsel. Capone is famous as a mob attorney who isn't afraid to fight dirty. He's a winner and the President is sorely in need of someone who can fight as dirty as the coupsters attempting to get rid of him. Jeanette Moucher made her name as a hard-nosed Federal prosecutor. I have no doubts that she'll make Steve Einstein look like the wimp that he turned out to be."
"This President knows no shame," the CZN newsreader said, shaking his head. "He has hired the most notorious mob attorney in the country to represent him, which makes some sense, as this President has only behaved as a crude, unscrupulous mobster. Joe Capone's great-great-uncle was Al Capone, who died of syphilis in a Federal prison while serving an 11-year sentence for tax evasion. The President seems to be oblivious to the degree to which he is bringing the office of the presidency into disgrace and disrepute. Phone calls and emails to Mr. Capone have gone unanswered."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Mr. President, what do you want to do about the G7 meeting?" a very nervous Chris Vanger asked the next morning at the morning meeting, attended for the first time by Jeanette Moucher, the new White House counsel, Bob Carr, and Jerry.
"It's a waste of time," the President replied.
"Mr. President, you have accepted an invitation from the Queen for a private meeting and reception at Buckingham Palace," Chris Vanger said.
"Mr. President," Jeanette Moucher said, "I think it would be a mistake to miss the G7 meeting and an even bigger mistake to cancel the meeting with the Queen. You'll be able to demonstrate your statesmanship with the G7 and everyone respects the Queen. Her tacit endorsement of you by this invitation is important. It further demonstrates how well thought of you are in the highest of circles."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I really don't know why he bothered to go," Seamus Harrity said on his evening show on Faux Network. "The G7 is a waste of time and they proved it with their stupid resolutions about climate change, which we all know is a hoax perpetrated by Jorge Zorosh. Seating the President between the Prime Ministers of Italy and Canada, two lightweights, was an insult. Even though the meeting took place in England, all of the focus seemed to be on the effeminate French President and the dykey German Prime Minister."
"Even the group photo of all of the leaders was an insult, placing the President next to that fat, unkempt little midget of an English Prime Minister, probably the stupidest Prime Minister in all of England's history. The other leaders were insulting, the way they moved away from the President and the Prime Minister, leaving a noticeable gap between them as if they had some communicable disease."
"But the worst was the Queen's reception, where her grandsons and their families were not in attendance, at the last minute claiming that they had sick children that needed to be cared for, as if their nannies were suddenly incapable. I think that they deliberately leaked those photos of the two missing families having a picnic dinner at the same time as the reception, all of the children seeming perfectly healthy as they ran around playing."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Ann was just about finished sucking Bill off, her mouth full of hot, thick cum, when her phone rang. Seeing who it was, she hit the speaker icon to answer.
"Ann, where were you today?" Eve's voice asked.
"I...uh..." Ann tried to reply, coughing as she swallowed a mouthful of Bill's cum.
"Are you okay?" Eve asked.
"You caught me with a mouth full of Bill's cum," Ann replied.
"Oh, I am so jealous!" Eve said, laughing. "Everyone was so worried when you didn't show up and we didn't even hear from you. My father said that you didn't resign or anything like that."
"As far as I'm concerned, I quit," Ann said.
"But Ann, you can't quit," Eve protested. "We need you."
"Not according to the President," Ann said. "In his mind, women are only good for getting coffee and tea, cleaning the kitchen."
"You know he didn't mean what he said," Eve said. "He's always saying stupid things like that that he doesn't really mean."
"So that's why you also left the Oval Office, because you know that he didn't mean it?" Ann asked.
"Ann, please, this place will be just awful without you," Eve pleaded. "You're my friend. I need you to be here."
"I'll tell you what," Ann said. "You get the President to apologize to me and to you, in front of everyone who was in the Oval Office when he insulted us, and I'll come back."
"Ann, my father never apologizes, to anyone, for anything," Eve said. "Never in his life has he apologized."
"Then that's that," Ann said. "I was happy to try to help my country, but I will not work for a misogynistic pig who insults me to my face because I'm a woman. I don't need the job or the prestige that it is attached to it. I'm more than happy and ready to return to teaching."
"Are you going to submit a letter of resignation?" Eve asked with a sigh.
"Why should I waste my time?" Ann asked.
"Well, it's sort of traditional, I think," Eve said.
"The President has shit all over tradition from day one," Ann replied bitterly. "He doesn't deserve the courtesy, certainly not from a mere woman."
"Does this mean that we can't be friends anymore?" Eve asked, practically sobbing.
"One has nothing to do with the other," Ann replied. "I don't hold you responsible for the President's abhorrent behavior. You're as much a victim as anyone, perhaps more so."
"I'd hate to lose you as friends," Eve said.
"We just ordered an ice cream cake from Buttercream Bakeshop," Ann said. "We were going to celebrate. You're welcome to join us if you'd like."
"Really!?" Eve replied, the excitement in her voice palpable. "I wouldn't be in the way?"
"Bill loves to smear ice cream on my pussy to eat it," Ann said, smiling at Bill. "I'm sure that he'd love to do the same to you."
"Oh, that sounds so cold," Eve said, laughing.
"It is, terribly," Ann agreed, laughing with her. "But then his tongue warms you up."
"I'll need to get my Secret Service detail," Eve said. "You're sure that you don't mind?"
"We'd love to have you," Ann replied, smiling at the double entendre. "But we're not at the condo, we're at our home," she explained, giving her the address.
"I'd like to see your home," Eve said. "A person's home tells you so much about them."
"No work talk, though," Ann said. "We're celebrating."
"I promise," Eve said. "I'll see you as soon as I can get there."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The flashing lights alerted them to Eve's arrival, even before the doorbell rang. Opening the door, Ann could see the neighbors looking out to see what was going on. The Secret Service detail entered and did a quick but thorough search through the house before withdrawing, just as the delivery from Buttercream Bakery arrived.
"Oh, Ann," Eve said, hugging her tightly. "Thank you for letting me join you," she added, hesitating, then hugging Bill.
Bill opened a bottle of Krug champagne while Ann filled plates with big pieces of ice cream cake, putting the rest in the freezer so that it wouldn't melt, and they all sat on the floor in the living room around the glass-topped, rattan coffee table.
"I just love this room," Eve said as she looked around. "It feels so cozy."
"We've made a lot of good memories in this room," Ann said, smiling.
"To friends," Bill said, raising his glass of champagne to touch rims with each of them.
"To friends," Eve agreed, smiling. "You don't really eat ice cream from Ann's pussy, do you?" she asked after taking a big gulp of her champagne.
"I do," Bill replied, laughing, "but not very often. The payback is hell."
"I smear ice cream all over his cock, then suck him," Ann said in response to the puzzled look on Eve's face. "I've never met a guy yet who could keep his cock hard with ice cream all over it."
"Oh, my god!" Eve laughed. "Can I do that, too?" she asked, her eyes shining with excitement.
"Definitely," Ann replied. "I'll get the ice cream, you get his cock nice and hard."
Ann went to the kitchen for the ice cream cake, returning to the living room to find Bill sitting on the sofa, his cock in Eve's mouth who was on her knees in front of him.
"I really do like sucking your cock," Eve gasped when she lifted her face and licked her lips.
"It'll taste even better covered in ice cream," Ann assured her.
"Oh, this is so crazy," Eve laughed as she smeared ice cream onto Bill's cock, who groaned as the cold ice cream hit his cock, his erection quickly diminishing.
"Okay, now go for it," Ann said, laughing as Eve leaned over and slurped Bill's cock back into her mouth, sucking the ice cream from it, then concentrated on sucking him off. "But remember, your pussy is next," she warned, laughing when Bill groaned, arching his hips as his balls exploded, hot thick cum gushing into Eve's mouth.
"Oh, that was so crazy," Eve laughed, wiping cum from her chin into her mouth as she swallowed.
"How do you like ice cream followed by cock cream?" Ann asked, laughing with her.
"I love it," Eve said, her eyes sparkling.
"Paybacks are hell," Bill said, sighing.
"I'd undress if I were you," Ann suggested, "otherwise you're going to have a mess all over your skirt."
Getting to her feet, Eve wriggled out of her skirt, blushing at the wide-eyed look she received when Bill and Ann saw that she wasn't wearing any panties.
"No panties?" Ann asked, smiling.
"I knew that they'd just be in the way, so I didn't bother," Eve replied as she finished stripping.
"You're so wet!" Ann said, reaching between Eve's legs to cup her pussy, a finger slipping between her lips to feel the hot wetness of her.
"Just thinking of coming here made me wet," Eve laughed as Ann sucked on her glistening fingers.
"I need to prepare you for the ice cream," Bill said, pushing her down onto the sofa and lifting her legs, spreading them apart to open her clam-shell pussy.
"Oh, god, I just love that," Eve sighed as Bill's tongue slid between her pussy lips and into her sopping cauldron of juices.
"You're like a juice factory," Bill said, smiling up at her when he lifted his face from her pussy.
"It's all your fault," Eve replied with a laugh, then screamed when she felt cold ice cream being pushed into her spread pussy. "Oh, god!" she cried out, her whole body spasming as Ann laughed, Bill bending over to glue his mouth to her and slurp at the now-melted ice cream flowing from her, then began to eat her pussy in earnest, Eve mewling on the sofa, thrashing as she came as Bill sucked on her tiny button of a clit.
"You obviously hated that," Ann said when Bill finally sat back, a Cheshire cat's grin on his pussy-smeared face.
"Oh, god, it was terrible and awesome," Eve gasped, holding her pussy with both hands as mini-orgasms continued to ripple through her body.
"I guess it's my turn, then," Ann said as she dropped her clothes to the floor and assumed the position on the sofa next to Eve, her feet up on the edge far apart, her long-lipped pussy spread open, glistening with her wetness, her big clit seeming to throb in anticipation. "Who gets the honors?" she asked.
"Oh, me, definitely me," Eve said, slipping from the sofa to kneel in front of Ann's spread pussy. "God, I just love your pussy," she said, sucking Ann's long pussy lips into her mouth, then slurping at the pooled juices that were flowing from her.
"Here you are," Bill said, handing Eve a wooden spoon heaped with ice cream.
"Aiiiii," Ann started to scream, then grabbed a pillow and stuffed it into her mouth to stifle her scream, not wanting to alarm the Secret Service detail which she knew was outside the front door.
As Eve started to eat Ann's ice cream-filled snatch, Bill got behind her, grabbing her hips and plunging his cock into her tight pussy, eliciting a gasp as he filled her, Eve rotating her ass and pressing back against him as he began to fuck her. After a minute or two, Bill slid his cock from her pussy and pressed the head of it against her starred rosebud, feeling Eve stiffen for a moment, then groan as his cock pressed into her ass, her sphincter clamping down on him tightly as he filled her ass with his cock.
Eve was moaning and groaning, attempting to keep her mouth glued to Ann's pussy as Bill fucked her ass. Finally she just gave up, laying her cheek against Ann's spread pussy as Bill continued to fuck her in the ass, slamming his cock in and out, her whole body jerking each time he filled her ass.
"God, what an ass!" Bill gasped, groaning, his head thrown back as he began to cum deep inside of her, feeling her ass squeezing his cock as he dumped his balls into her.
"Oh, oh, oh," Eve gasped when Bill finally pulled his cock from her ass. She could feel the cum running from her ass, down onto her pussy as her body vibrated from the ass fucking it had just received. Staggering to her feet with Bill's help after a minute or so, cum running down the inside of her thighs, she followed him to the shower, pleased when Ann also joined them and they cleaned themselves.
"I'm always so depressed when I have to leave," Eve said as she dressed afterwards, sighing. "It's always the best feeling being with you. I feel like I'm being kicked out of paradise each time I leave, heading back to hell."
"Then don't leave," Ann said. "We'd love having you as part of our family."
"Oh, I'm sure that would go over great," Eve laughed. "My father would disinherit me and Jerry would divorce me and take the children. I guess I'll have to be content with being an occasional play toy. Nothing has ever made me as happy as playing with you."
"Well, personally speaking, besides being a great fuck and suck, you're fun to have around," Bill said, hugging her. "You'll always be welcome, even if it's just for a cup of tea."
"Thank you," Eve said, her eyes misting. "You have no idea how much that means to me. Please think about coming back," she said as she hugged Ann. "You're needed."
"Thank you, but I don't need it," Ann replied.
"If you don't mind, I'm going to talk to my father, see what I can do," Eve said.
"You and I both know that it won't make any difference," Ann said. "He's never wrong, never sorry, about anything, remember?"
"I used to think that," Eve said. "I don't anymore."
"You know, I actually think that there's hope for her," Ann mused when Eve had gone. "I'd never have imagined that when I first met her."
"It's amazing the effect a good fuck or pussy eating can have, isn't it?" Bill said, pulling Ann down onto the sofa and putting her legs over his shoulders, leaning forward and sliding his tongue into her.
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"Dad, we've really got a problem," Tommy 'Junior' Pocksy said to the President at the morning meeting. "I'm having trouble getting good, qualified people to work in some of the states for the re-election campaign."
"Maybe I need someone else to run things," the President replied coldly as Chris Vanger, Bob Carr, Jeanette Moucher, and Jerry all stood before his desk.
"Who?" Tommy 'Junior' asked, actually showing some anger. "You just lost the Senate majority with those two resigning. You're not going to be able to pass anything now. Able Wright is now the Senate Majority Leader and he's already announced a total freeze on your nominations to the courts."
"They still don't have the votes to impeach," the President said smugly.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that, Mr. President," Chris Vanger said nervously. "They're not saying anything publicly, but there are approximately 20 Republican senators who have privately said that they would consider voting to impeach you. They're worried about being re-elected and the latest polls, even Faux News, show that just over 50% of the public supports not only impeachment, but conviction and removing you from office."
"They won't vote against me," the President insisted stubbornly. "They know that they'd be pariahs in the party."
"Not if they have a secret ballot," Chris Vanger replied, shaking his head. "Senator Wright has already said that he's going to make the ballot secret so that the Senators will be able to vote their conscience without fear of retribution."
"Then we need to get some dirt on the Democrats, expose them the way that our people have been getting exposed," the President said.
"Mr. President, we've been trying to do that for over three years now," Chris Vanger replied. "It's gotten us nowhere."
"Joe Capone has ways of getting things done," the President said. "He's just getting started. Let's see what he can come up with. Jeanette, do you have those pardon papers ready that I asked for?"
"Yes, Mr. President," Jeanette Moucher replied, "though I still think that it's a mistake."
"If I don't pardon him now, prove that I've got his back, he'll roll over on me," the President said. "Give me the papers," he insisted.
"Here you are, Mr. President," Jeanette Moucher said, stepping forward and laying a folder on his desk.
"If Tony's free to do his thing without having to worry about being indicted, he'll get us the dirt we need on the Jadens," the President said as he signed the documents. "They can impeach me and it won't matter because I'll just be re-elected anyway. I can't appear weak. Nobody respects a weak person. When the people see me not backing down, standing up to the Deep State, they'll support me."
"Jerry, help Tommy," the President said. "Contact some of your rich Jew friends. Tell them that I'll support Israel annexing the West Bank. Get them to give us some good people to help with the campaign. Make them realize that only I will protect their money."
"Yes, Mr. President," Jerry replied, shuffling his feet uncomfortably.
"And where's Eve?" the President asked. "Why isn't she here?"
"Uh, she's been pretty upset about what you said the other day," Jerry replied as everyone else looked at their shoes. "I think that she's in her office, working on her pet projects."
"Well, tell her that I want to see her," the President said, an angry look on his face. "She needs to understand what side of the bread is buttered."
"I'll tell her," Jerry said.
"And where's Ann?" the President asked. "If she values her job, she needs to be here."
"She hasn't been seen since the other day, Mr. President," Chris Vanger said.
"Well, she hasn't resigned, so why isn't she here?" the President asked.
"She seemed pretty upset, Mr. President," Chris Vanger replied.
"Why should she be upset?" the President asked.
"She didn't seem to appreciate your comments about women, Mr. President," Chris Vanger replied. "I think she felt insulted."
"But why should she be insulted?" the President asked, a puzzled look on his face. "I wasn't talking about her."
"She is a woman, Mr. President," Chris Vanger replied. "She seemed to take exception to your remarks about women not being suitable for serious positions."
"But I accepted the recommendation and hired Jeanette as White House counsel," the President said. "Why should she be upset?"
"I can't speak for her, Mr. President," Chris Vanger replied. "She didn't discuss it with me, just left the White House and hasn't been back since."
"Maybe you should ask Eve, Mr. President," Jerry suggested. "They've become pretty good friends."
"Get her in here, right now," the President ordered. "The rest of you can go. Bob, make sure that this pardon is processed and get Tony out of jail. As soon as he's available, I want to see him."
"Yes, Mr. President," the Attorney General replied.
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"You wanted to see me?" Eve asked when she appeared in the Oval Office, uncharacteristically standing in front of the President's desk.
"Where have you been?" the President asked.
"In my office, working," Eve replied.
"I expect you to be here for the morning meetings," the President said.
"Why?" Eve asked. "You have no respect for me or my opinions. I'm just a woman."
"What is this shit?" the President asked. "And why are you standing down there?"
"You said it yourself, Daddy," Eve replied. "Important things and positions aren't for women."
"Is that what this is about?" the President asked. "You know I spout off sometimes. Besides, I hired Jeanette Moucher as White House counsel. Doesn't that say everything?"
"It was humiliating to be treated that way in front of everyone," Eve said. "You made it very clear to them that women aren't to be taken seriously. You humiliated me and Ann."
"Why isn't she here?" the President asked.
"You humiliated her," Eve replied, exasperated. "She's brilliant and a really good person. She wasn't about to take that."
"Well, tell her I expect her to be here," the President said. "She hasn't resigned, so I expect her to be here doing her job."
"You tell her," Eve said. "I already begged her to come back, went to her house. She doesn't need the job or your insults. She won't come back unless you apologize to her in front of everyone, just like you insulted her."
"Who does she think she is?" the President asked, his face clouding with anger.
"She's a strong woman who knows her worth," Eve replied. "She doesn't need you or the job or the prestige. She loves her country and was happy to try to serve, until you insulted her."
"I wasn't insulting her," the President said. "Besides, she's a pussy eater."
"She's a woman and you insulted all women," Eve replied. "And in case you haven't noticed, I'm a pussy eater, too."
"Talk to her, tell her that I'm sorry if she was insulted," the President said. "I need her and the country needs her."
"I'll tell her that you want to personally apologize to her," Eve replied. "You have to do that for yourself."
"Fine, fine, just get her back here," the President said.
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"Mr. President, you wanted to see me?" Ann asked the next morning as she stood in front of his desk, Eve surprising her by standing by her side.
"Yes," the President said as the door to the Oval Office opened and Chris Vanger and Jeanette Moucher entered, followed by Jerry, their eyes widening when they saw Ann with Eve standing next to her instead of at the President's side. "I understand that you felt insulted by something that I said. I want to personally assure you that I wasn't referring to you and I'm sorry if you felt that I was."
"I'm a woman, Mr. President," Ann replied. "When you insult women in general, you insult me."
"Well, as you can see, I hold women in the highest regard," the President said. "You haven't met, but this is Jeanette Moucher, the new White House counsel."
"Dr. Szucks, it's a pleasure to meet you," Jeanette said, offering her hand. "Your graduate textbook on economic models was required reading when I was in school. It had a great effect on me and still informs many of the decisions I make."
"Thank you," Ann said, smiling at the taller woman as they shook hands.
"You're so much younger than I'd have expected," Jeanette said, smiling.
"Hopefully I'll get a lot older," Ann replied.
"Something that I think we can all agree on," Jeanette replied with a laugh. "I look forward to working with you."
"So, is that settled?" the President asked, drumming his fingers on the desk.
"For the moment, yes, Mr. President," Ann replied, smiling at Eve when she felt her squeeze her hand.
"Everyone has a high opinion of you," the President said. "Including me."
"That's nice to hear, Mr. President," Ann replied.
"I'm not happy with the economic numbers that I'm seeing," the President said. "GDP is down."
"Yes, sir, 2 points," Ann replied. "I expect it to go down at least another 3 points."
"That makes no sense," the President said. "Never have there been more people working, not in our history."
"That's true, Mr. President, but they're also working at part-time and temporary jobs and at much lower rates of pay so that the employers don't have to provide health care coverage. Half of the country is surviving paycheck to paycheck. It's not a healthy or long-term sustainable situation," Ann said. "Minorities, women, and young people have it the worst. Executive pay in proportion to the pay of the average employee is skyrocketing. This has a very depressing effect on morale and therefore productivity. No longer do people feel loyal to their jobs when they're so worried about making enough to keep food on the table. If someone gets sick, it can cause them to lose everything and be out on the street. The numbers of homeless, especially families with children, is going up alarmingly."
"What can we do?" the President asked.
"Well, first of all, the tariffs are really exacerbating the situation and not helping anything," Ann replied.
"We're forcing the Chinese and all of the other cheaters to play fair," the President responded.
"That's just not true," Ann replied. "There have been very few and very minor changes in their policies and practices. The brunt of the punishment is falling on our citizens, our economy. As I've told you, the Chinese don't care about their people. They expect them to endure hardships and not complain. They're willing to wait you out. They know you won't be President forever, unlike their leaders, who will lead until they die."
"I'll look like a loser if I back down," the President said. "I never back down. You can't show weakness."
"Then the economy will continue to contract and more and more people will suffer," Ann replied. "Jobless numbers are showing the biggest increase in 7 years. Bankruptcies haven't been this high since the 2008 financial crisis. Your perceived enemies are holding a better hand of cards than you and they're not going to be bluffed."
"We're also getting a lot more pushback from Congress," Chris Vanger said. "They're feeling the pressure from their constituents. There's even been talk of a bill to end the tariffs unless there's demonstrable proof that they're helping."
"I'll veto anything like that," the President said. "Nobody tells me what to do."
"I'm afraid that they'd override a veto on this," Chris Vanger said. "They want to be re-elected more than they are willing to support a policy that is clearly having negative consequences for their constituencies. You can't afford to alienate them, not if you want their support if it comes to an impeachment."
"It's those fucking Jadens," the President fumed. "They're totally corrupt and they're trying to bring me down. They're afraid to face me in a fair election."
"Actually, Mr. President, I've learned that Jorge Zorosh might be behind a lot of this," Chris Vanger said. "Apparently he's the primary backer of Better Learning. They have successfully taken over 43 different school districts, installing their own people, getting rid of any Charter School supporters. Hundreds of charter schools have closed due to their money being cut off as a result."
"What does that have to do with all of these Congressmen and judges quitting and getting arrested?" the President asked.
"We have no idea who is behind that, Mr. President," Chris Vanger replied, "but it's not happening in a vacuum and he certainly has the money to back whoever is doing it. And he hates you and everything about you with a passion, going back decades."
"Bob, can you have him arrested or at least investigated so that he looks bad?" the President asked.
"He hasn't broken any laws that I'm aware of, Mr. President," the Attorney General replied. "And he's been under investigation since before you were inaugurated. We haven't discovered anything actionable."
"Mr. President, allow me to point out that it is illegal for you to instigate any branch of the Federal government to act against your political adversaries," Jeanette Moucher said. "It is expressly forbidden. Doing so would be grounds for impeachment. The whole issue of Bulgaria is a perfect example of that."
"Speaker Agnelli has ordered the Justice and Ethics Committees to explore articles of impeachment, primarily based upon the whole Bulgaria things and Tony Pellegrini," Jerry said.
"I've pardoned Tony," the President announced. "That will stop that."
"No, Mr. President, it will not," Jeanette Moucher said. "It's the facts behind his activities that the House will be looking at, not whether he is guilty or not, pardoned or not. It will have zero bearing on their deliberations. If anything, they're going to think that there must be something to it if you have so quickly issued a blanket pardon as you have done. They're going to assume that you are covering something up."
"Can I suspend Congress?" the President asked.
"No, Mr. President," Jeanette Moucher replied, shaking her head. "This is not the UK where Parliament can be prorogued. The only way Congress can be shut down is if the government runs out of money and that would shut down more than Congress."
"Okay, you can all go," the President said, sitting back. "I expect to see some results. Eve, stay for a minute."
"Yes, Daddy?" Eve asked when the others had filed out of the Oval Office.
"Come up here," the President said. "I don't like seeing you stand down there with the rest of them. You're my daughter. Are you still angry?" he asked, sliding a hand up the back of her leg to cup and squeeze her ass.
"No," Eve sighed, letting her legs spread apart a bit to make it easier for his fingers to worm into her panties and slide between her slick pussy lips.
"I rely on you more than any of the others," the President said as he slid two fingers up into her.
"They just don't understand you the way I do," Eve said as her father plunged his fingers in and out of her pussy.
"It's hard to believe that you were my little girl," the President said, withdrawing his hand from beneath her skirt and sucking on his glistening, gooey fingers.
"I'm almost 40 now, Daddy," Eve said. "I'm a woman."
"Well, thank you for helping with Ann," the President said. "I hate what she says, but she is smart."
"She might be the smartest woman I've ever met," Eve said. "She really sees things the way they are and isn't afraid to speak her mind."
"So I've noticed," the President sighed, sitting back. "You can go do your work now."
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"Mr. President, I want to thank you for watching my back," Tony Pellegrini said when he arrived in the Oval Office. "I would never have ratted you out, even before Joe Capone's goons talked to me in that prison. I want you to know that."
"I don't know about that, but I always take care of people who take care of me," the President replied. "Are you any closer to getting the information we need about the Jadens?"
"I was very close," Tony Pellegrini replied. "President Georgiev's Chief of Staff assured me that he could get me all of BulgEnergy's files. That will show us where all of their money comes from and goes to. I'll contact him as soon as you're done with me."
"Keep me posted," the President said. "Things are dicey right now and I need something big to change things around."
"I will, Mr. President," Tony Pellegrini said. "And thank you once again."
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"Christ, when will it stop?" Chris Vanger wondered out loud the next morning as they all watched the breaking news on the Oval Office television, Jeanette Moucher, Bob Carr, Jerry, and Ann being present, Eve once again at the President's side, a hand on his shoulder.
"Petar Nikolov, the Chief of Staff to President Georgiev of Bulgaria, was detained last night," the Faux News newsreader was saying. "There have been street protests for three consecutive days, ever since papers were leaked showing that the aid promised by the United States was not intended for the general security services to combat Russian incursions, but for President Georgiev's private security detail, to be used exclusively against Bulgarians protesting his increasingly dictatorial inclinations."
"In an effort to distance himself from the leaked information and to protect himself, President Georgiev ordered his Chief of Staff arrested and claimed not to know what he had been up to. He emphatically stated that he would not tolerate American pressure on his government to investigate BulgEnergy and the Jadens in return for the promised aid. He stated further that the relationship between BulgEnergy and the Jadens had already been looked into and that nothing illegal had been found, that Archer Jaden's work as a board member had actually served to cut down on the amount of corruption. A warrant for arrest has been issued in Bulgaria for Tony Pellegrini, President Pocksy's former personal attorney who has just received a total, blanket pardon for any actions that he has taken on behalf of the President, for being the main conduit of the Americans who had been pressuring Mr. Nikolov, and a request to the Americans for his extradition has been issued, as well as a request to Interpol for a red notice to be issued."
"Mr. President, this is only going to add fuel to the fire in the House," Jeanette Moucher said. "I have no doubt that they will be issuing articles of impeachment any day now and that they will vote to impeach you. The Democrats have a 32 seat majority. There is no way enough of them would vote against impeachment. We need to focus our efforts on the Senate to make sure that they will not be 67 votes to convict. There are approximately 20 senators who are vulnerable in the coming election and they will be feeling the pressure."
"What do you suggest that we do?" the President asked.
"I'd start with inviting them to lunch," Jeanette Moucher replied. "It's amazing how much they appreciate free food. Stroke them. Ask them how they're feeling about things. Encourage them. Make them feel important. Deliberately avoid talking about the impeachment. Don't pressure them. Let them figure it out for themselves."
"Not a bad idea," Jerry said. "Instead of treating them like the idiots that they are, let them feel as though you're treating them as adults for a change. The pressure can come later when it's really needed. Right now we just need them to be thinking of ways to support you because they think that you're the leader that we need, that can protect their positions."
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"Can we talk?" Eve asked as she entered Ann's office, her face flushed.
"Sure," Ann replied. "Simone, why don't you take a break for a few minutes?"
"Sure," Simone replied, rolling her eyes as she left the office.
"What's up?" Ann asked. "Your face is flushed."
"I just visited Sylvia," Eve replied, sitting down.
"How is Sylvia?" Ann asked.
"She's so crazy," Eve laughed, "but in a good way. Her Secret Service agent was fucking her, actually cumming when I got there. One of the ones from Colorado, you know. Another of them, the black one, was kneeling by her head, getting his cock sucked. My pussy got so wet. I wasn't sure what to do, then she told me to undress, that I could have some cock while I ate her. I was so embarrassed, but I did it. Her pussy was so full of cum. I was actually cumming while I ate her. I love the taste of her pussy, almost as much as I like yours. The black agent got behind me and fucked me while I was eating her pussy. God, it was so hot, just knowing that my father was downstairs."
"It sounds like fun," Ann said, smiling.
"It was great," Eve sighed. "Sylvia even ate my pussy for me after he had cum. She's got such a wicked tongue."
"Don't I know it," Ann laughed.
"Sylvia told me to tell you that you're welcome to join her tomorrow," Eve said. "She knows what happened. She says that she wants to welcome you back."
"Oh!" Ann exclaimed. "Will you be there, too?"
"No, just you," Eve replied. "I don't mind. I get to eat her pussy every day."
"Maybe I will," Ann said. "After the morning meeting, it might be the perfect way to relax. They're becoming more and more upsetting."
"Oh, I know," Eve said, waving a hand. "I couldn't wait for the meeting to end today. I just wanted to have my tongue in her pussy. Getting a nice big cock in mine was a real bonus," she sighed. "I wonder about myself sometimes."
"I don't," Ann said. "I like the way you're opening up, being yourself, enjoying yourself, not thinking about what everyone else expects of you all the time. You're a better person for it."
"Well, I have been a lot happier ever since I met you," Eve said, getting to her feet.
"Then it's all good," Ann said, smiling as they hugged and Eve left, almost bumping into Simone as she exited the office.
"Well, you two seem to be getting along famously," Simone observed.
"She's actually okay," Ann replied. "She just needed some encouragement."
"If you say so," Simone said, rolling her eyes and laughing.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Well, they're certainly not wasting any time," Chris Vanger said the next morning. "They've issued the articles of impeachment already; obstruction of Congress, bribery, and abuse of power. They've scheduled the vote of the full House for next week, allowing three days of debate."
"I'd schedule your luncheon with the Republican Senators for the day of the vote," Jeanette Moucher said. "That way they won't be able to dominate the news cycle."
"You'll want to point out to them the danger to the country if you're impeached and convicted," Jerry said. "Ask them if they really want the vice-president to become the president. That should scare the willies out of anyone, even Democrats. He's fine for meeting with nobody foreign leaders, but he needs to be kept as far away from any real power or decision making as possible. The man's nothing more than a religious fanatic with his head way up his ass."
"I don't appreciate you disparaging a devout Christian like that," Bob Carr said. "I keep a bible on my desk and read it every day."
"I rest my case," Jerry sneered. "You can't even control the DOJ. The FBI is running amok, controlled by the Deep State, and the CIA ignores you. What fucking use are you?"
"Enough of that," the President said. "Ann, what can I do about China without looking like I'm giving in?"
"Mr. President, you might try getting them to drop some of their tariffs for a reciprocal action from yourself," Ann suggested. "It should be something that affects the most people here as possible, perhaps something agricultural. They are really suffering and Congress is blocking you being able to give them some sort of subsidies, knowing that they're blaming you for creating the problem. The Democrats stand to lose less than the Republicans on this issue. They keep pointing their fingers at your tariffs as the cause of the problems. Bankruptcies are still skyrocketing. Family farms are failing in record numbers. It will take years to undo the damage, and meanwhile, more families are being evicted from their farms and having to enroll in Welfare to avoid starving. I'd also suggest expanding the Food Stamp program."
"I want to eliminate it," the President said. "People should find jobs instead of relying on handouts."
"Mr. President, your policies are destroying their jobs along with others," Ann said. "It is not reasonable to destroy their ability to make a living and then kick them in the face by denying help, especially in light of Congress not being helpful. Various churches and liberal organizations are mobilizing to help provide meals. Come election time, the people that are getting help from them and not from the government are going to remember that."
"Why are you always so gloom and doom?" Jerry asked.
"Someone needs to counter the nonsense and smoke you're trying to blow up the President's..." Ann retorted, then bit off the end of what she was going to say.
"Ann's right," Eve said, startling her husband. "You need to show that you're concerned with their plight, not ignoring it."
"It's mostly states that are solidly Republican," Jerry replied. "You can't abandon your principles just because you're going to lose a few votes in states that you're going to win anyway."
"Don't you care about those people?" Ann asked. "You're a great weapons salesman. You've been responsible for billions of dollars in weapons sales to repressive regimes who are using those weapons to bomb civilian populations in neighboring countries. What is wrong with you?"
"Okay, enough already," the President said, enjoying the cat fighting. "Prepare some specific proposals that you think will be helpful without making it look like I'm flip-flopping, Ann. Chris, make sure that the lunch with the Senators is set up during the vote. Make sure that we have press coverage. That's it. Get to work."
"You should be careful about attacking Jerry, Ann," Eve said to her as they left the meeting. "Daddy really relies on him."
"I don't care," Ann replied, clearly angry. "He's an ass who doesn't care even a little bit about people. They're welcome to fire me if they don't want to hear what I have to say. Unlike your husband, I know what I'm talking about."
"Are you going to see Sylvia?" Eve asked, anxious to change the subject.
"Sylvia! Oh, god, I'd forgotten," Ann said. "You know, that might be just what I need to calm down a bit. I'll talk to you later," she said, heading towards the elevator to go upstairs.
"Ann! I'm so glad you came," Sylvia said, smiling at her when she entered, laying naked on her bed, two Secret Service agents already naked. "Come, join me," she said, patting the bed next to her. "I'm sure the boys are ready to enjoy that sweet pussy of yours once again."
Ann blushed when she saw the leering smiles on the two men's faces, remembering them from Colorado, their hard cocks standing out in front of them as she undressed and crawled onto the bed, allowing Sylvia to pull her down for a tongue-filled kiss before encouraging her to lay down next to her as the two Secret Service agents climbed onto the bed, one between her legs, the other between Sylvia's.
"Oh, god, I need this," Ann sighed as the agent on top of her filled her pussy with his cock while Sylvia got her pussy filled by the other agent.
Ann gave over to the pleasure of getting fucked, feeling Sylvia's body moving next to her as they lay hip to hip, the sound of the two men's cocks sloshing in and out of their pussies filling the room. After several minutes, Sylvia encouraged the men to change places and Ann happily accepted another cock, wrapping her legs around the agent's waist as he began to pummel her, her pussy flowing with juices.
Ann knew from the sounds that Sylvia was making that she was cumming as she got fucked and that triggered her own orgasm, her pussy clamping down on the agent's cock as she pressed herself against him, feeling his cock swell, then explode as he came deep inside of her. She could hear the agent fucking Sylvia grunt and knew that he was filling her pussy at the same time. When they finally finished and climbed off of them, Sylvia rolled over on top of Ann, kissing her before reversing herself and planting her cum-filled pussy on her mouth while at the same time gluing her mouth to her own pussy, slurping at the cum cocktail that filled her while the two agents dressed and left.
"Oh, that was so nice," Sylvia sighed after several minutes, rolling off of Ann onto her back next to her once again, turning to face her, a big smile on her face. "Sex with you is much fun," she said, kissing her. "You have the most delicious pussy, especially when it's full of cum."
"So do you," Ann replied, smiling. "Bill hasn't stopped telling me about how much he enjoyed you."
"You are so lucky to have such a husband," Sylvia sighed. "Why don't the three of us go to dinner again," she suggested. "We can fly to New York."
"That sounds nice," Ann said, "but I think Bill would not want to be seen publicly like that. It might create problems for him."
"We can eat at my condo," Sylvia said. "I'll order for us. That way nobody but the Secret Service detail will know. Then we can fuck. What do you think?"
"I think that Bill would kill me if I didn't accept," Ann replied with a laugh. "And I'd love it, too."
"Then it's settled," Sylvia said, sitting up, her full, hard-nippled breasts bouncing on her chest. "Tomorrow night. I'll arrange for a helicopter. Since we're going to New York, you can stay the night and we can come back the following morning so that you're at work in time. Since we have several guest rooms, nobody will think anything of it. Do you think that Bill can take care of both of us the whole night?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.
"I'm sure that he'd die trying," Ann replied, laughing.
"Luckily, we don't necessarily need him, do we?" Sylvia asked.
"No, but he does make it more fun," Ann agreed.
"I know that you need to go," Sylvia said.
"I do, but thank you for inviting me," Ann said, softly kissing her. "I really needed it."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"It's because of his work," Ann explained to Sylvia the next afternoon as they walked together to the Marine helicopter on the White House lawn that was going to take them to New York. "He'd prefer to not have the scrutiny. He'll meet us at your condo."
When Bill finally arrived at the condo, having been pre-cleared with the Secret Service, he found Ann and Sylvia on the balcony in a 69 on a large chaise lounge, all of Manhattan spread out below them as they feasted on each other's pussies.
"We couldn't wait," Ann explained when she looked up to see him, a pussy-smeared smile on her lust-filled face, Sylvia's pussy spread wide open beneath, glistening wetly. "I was warming her up for you."
"Such a thoughtful wife," Bill said with a laugh, quickly stripping and dropping to his knees and dragging his tongue up between Sylvia's spread pussy lips, tasting her musky juices as he slid his tongue into her as Ann knelt up, her knees on either side of Sylvia's face, her long pussy lips draped over her mouth.
"Oh, yes, so nice that you could make it, Bill," Sylvia gasped, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist as he filled her pussy with his cock as Ann dismounted her face.
"I would never pass up the chance to eat or fuck your pussy," Bill said, smiling down at her as he filled his hands with her large breasts, his fingers finding her large, hard, dark-brown nipples and pinching and pulling on them, causing her gasp as he continued to sluice her pussy with his cock.
"Sometimes I wish that I had a cock so that I could know what it felt like," Ann said, sliding her fingers between Bill and Sylvia, feeling the wet slickness of her pussy lips grasping his cock as he slid in and out of her, smiling when Sylvia gasped and arched her hips up to grind against Bill when she began to rub her big clit.
"I'm going to cum," Bill gasped, feeling the moment arrive.
"Yes, yes," Sylvia panted, dislodging him and sitting up, leaning forward to take his gooey, glistening cock into her mouth just as it exploded, thick ropes of hot white cum shooting into her mouth and onto her extending tongue as she wrapped her lips around him and hollowed her cheeks as she sucked him off, gulping down every drop of cum that she could extract from him.
"That is one hell of a welcome," Bill laughed when Sylvia finally sat back, licking her lips as she looked up at him with a big smile on her face.
"And I can't think of a more proper way to greet your hostess," Sylvia said, laughing with him.
They moved onto an even larger chaise lounge, as big as a king-sized bed, Sylvia snuggled between Bill and Ann, all of them letting their hands wander.
"Now this place is properly dedicated," Sylvia finally sighed, squeezing Bill's cock.
"Maybe we should make sure," Bill said. "Can't ever have enough dedication, I think."
"Oh, you are terrible," Sylvia laughed.
"I warned you," Ann said, leaning over to softly suck on the head of Bill's cock for a moment.
"Let's watch the sunset from the Jacuzzi," Sylvia suggested.
"Lead the way," Bill replied as she sat up, her perfect breasts with their large, dark-brown, hard nipples bobbing on her chest.
The Jacuzzi was perfectly placed on the balcony, the view of Central Park below. Bill was in heaven between the two women who made sure to keep their bodies pressed against his, Sylvia's large breast rubbing his arm.
"This is really nice," Ann sighed.
"Madam, dinner has arrived," the white-liveried house major domo announced, seemingly ignoring the fact that the three of them were naked in the Jacuzzi.
"Have them set it up on the breakfast balcony table, Bernard," Sylvia said. "We'll be along shortly."
"Sylvia, this is amazing!" Ann said as they sat down to eat, Sylvia having given them each a silk robe to wear.
"I love the whole idea of tapas," Sylvia explained. "I love to taste many different things. So I always order appetizers, lots of them. This comes from Le Bernardin."
Each of them had a dish with half a dozen escargots topped with puffed pastry in front of them. There were dishes of coq au van, aubergine in tomato sauce, topped with fresh mozzarella cheese, a plate with three different fois gras, a platter of oysters on the half shell, a cheese platter with an assortment of cheeses, a platter of muscles charentaise, a bowl of gratin dauphinois, a bowl of ratatouille, and a huge tureen of bouillabaisse in the center of the table. Bernard poured Krug champagne and kept their glasses topped while they ate.
"What incredible food," Bill sighed, sitting back and loosening the cinch on his robe. "This is the kind of food that makes you eat too much because it tastes so good."
"I'll have to diet for a week because of this," Sylvia laughed, "but I just felt like celebrating with you."
"Well, this is one hell of a celebration," Ann said. "I'm stuffed."
"I'm wondering what the dessert is," Bill said, grinning.
"Silly man, we're your dessert," Sylvia replied, laughing. "Do you think that you're up to it?"
"Always," Bill replied.
"Come show me," Sylvia said, sliding her chair back and turning it towards him, hooking one leg up over the side of the chair, her robe parting to reveal her pussy spreading open.
"You sure know how to throw a dinner party," Bill said, sliding from his seat to kneel in front of her, smiling up at her before leaning in and dragging his tongue up through her pussy, tasting her viscous, sticky juices before sinking his tongue into her and drinking at her fountain.
"Oh, I just love the way you eat pussy," Sylvia gasped when he moved his attentions to her clit, sucking on it, teasing it with the tip of his tongue as her body shuddered, an orgasm sweeping through her as Bill glued his mouth on her pussy and feasted.
"He's the best," Ann said as she watched her husband at work.
"Is that so?" Bill asked, looking up from Sylvia's pussy, licking his lips.
"Definitely," Ann said, moving to Bill's seat, smiling at Sylvia as she hooked her legs over the sides of the chair, sliding her ass forward so that her pussy was spread open on the edge of the seat, her long lips unfurled and glistening with moisture.
"I'll be right back," Bill said, smiling up at Sylvia, then turning to suck his wife's long pussy lips into his mouth, sucking and softly chewing on them before sliding his tongue into her and slurping at the musky juices that were already flowing.
"I think we should take this to the other room," Sylvia suggested after watching Ann cum over and over again as Bill ate her pussy. "Bernard," she called out, closing her robe and sitting up. "Please clear the table and then ask the Agent to come in before you go to bed."
Bill was on his knees, plunging his cock in and out of Sylvia's pussy while Ann sat on her face smiling at him when the Secret Service agents entered the room, three of them, all naked.
"Oh, my!" Ann gasped, a big smile creasing her face when she saw them.
"Oh! Hello," Sylvia gasped when Ann dismounted her face and she saw the three naked agents by the bed watching. "You're great, Bill, but more is better, wouldn't you agree?"
"The more, the merrier," Bill replied, smiling when Ann pulled one of the agents up onto the bed by his erect cock, her legs going up around his waist as he sank his cock into her, immediately followed by another agent crawling up to kneel by her head, feeding his cock into her mouth, while the third agent did the same to Sylvia, his thick, black cock disappearing into her mouth and down her throat as she sucked on him.
"I'm going to cum," Bill announced several minutes later, the sounds of fucking and sucking filling the room.
"Trade places," Sylvia gasped, holding the thick black cock in her hand.
Bill could see that Ann was gulping down a load of cum as he moved up to Sylvia's face, her tongue extending for his sticky, gooey cock as he slid it into her mouth, almost immediately blowing his load, cum spurting onto her tongue and into her mouth as she wrapped her lips around him and sucked him off, moaning as she gulped his cum, the black agent having filled her pussy with his cock.
Bill was mildly surprised at the ease with which Sylvia took each of the men, sucking them, fucking them, never holding back, thoroughly enjoying herself unabashedly. That Ann did the same was no surprise, she was in her element.
Bill found himself in a 69 with Ann, her on top sucking his cock while he ate her cum-filled pussy. He had just lain his head back to catch his breath when the thick black cock slid over his face and into Ann's pussy right in front of him. The contrast of Ann's pussy with a black cock had always held a special fascination for him and he watched in delight as the ebony of the cock contrasted with the deep crimson of her inner pussy, her long lips clinging to the shaft as it moved in and out of her pussy.
Lifting his head, he was just able to tongue Ann's big fat clit as the thick black cock continued to fuck her, sometimes rubbing against his face as it slid inexorably in and out of her pussy. When he saw cum seeping from around the cock where it met her pussy, he realized that she was getting filled with yet another load. When the thick black cock finally pulled from her pussy, a veritable river of cum flowed from her onto his outstretched tongue before he fasted his mouth onto her, drinking her up.
Looking over when Ann finally rolled off of him, he saw that Sylvia was fucking one of the agents while the other was behind her fucking her in the ass. She saw him looking at her and smiled, rotating her ass as the two cocks pleasured her. She was definitely a sexual creature.
They all took a break in the infinity-edge swimming pool on the balcony outside of the bedroom, the agents making sure that they had glasses of champagne, while abstaining themselves, being on duty.
"This is the only part about the Presidency that I enjoy," Sylvia said, smiling. "Having Secret Service studs to protect me."
"It is definitely a nice perk," Ann said, laughing.
"I'm going to be selfish," Sylvia said. "Why don't the three of you protect me all at once, together?" she suggested, getting out of the pool and taking the hand of one of the agents and leading him over to one of the chaise lounges, pushing him down onto it and then crawling on top of him, finding his cock and lowering her pussy down onto him.
"You are definitely my kind of a first lady," Bill said with a laugh as another of the agents got behind her and filled her ass with his cock, while the black agent straddled the chaise lounge, filling her mouth with his cock, Sylvia pumping her ass up and down, fucking herself on the two cocks filling her while simultaneously loudly slurping on the big, black cock filling her mouth.
Ann settled herself on Bill's lap in the pool, her back to him as his cock filled her pussy while they watched Sylvia being serviced by the three agents. It seemed to take forever before the agent fucking her in the ass groaned, cum seeping from around his cock as he filled her ass, almost immediately followed by the black agent blowing his load into her mouth, cum seeping down her chin as she gulped and swallowed.
"Oh, that was just what I needed," Sylvia gasped when she had finished sucking off the black agent and the one fucking her in the ass pulled his cock from her, a stream of cum running down towards her pussy still filled with the third agent's cock.
"You're one hell of a lady," the black agent said, shaking his head in wonder.
"I agree," the agent who had fucked her in the ass said as Sylvia rolled off of the agent beneath her onto her back as he slipped from the chaise lounge, her spread pussy leaking cum.
"I think that you're great," Ann said, climbing off of Bill's cock and leaving the pool, kneeling on the chaise lounge and lowering her face to Sylvia's cum-filled pussy, loudly slurping on the cum cocktail filling her, Bill following and filling her ass with his own cock while she feasted on Sylvia's pussy.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"This is so unfair," the President said the next morning in the Oval Office as he watched Faux News along with Bob Carr, Stephan Groffs, Chris Vanger, Jeanette Moucher, Jerry, and Ann, with Eve standing at her usual spot next to her father, a hand on his shoulder. "I am by far the greatest president in the history of the country and they are inventing excuses to tarnish my legacy. This is nothing more than an illegal coup."
"Mr. President, there is nothing illegal about it," Jeanette Moucher said. "They have followed the Constitution and precedent. There's nothing to be done for it except to hope that the Senate dismisses it or votes not to convict."
"Which could be problematic," Chris Vanger said. "With the Democrats now in the majority, they control the process. I don't see them doing anything that would be helpful to us."
"You're assuming that Speaker Agnelli submits the impeachment articles to the Senate," Jerry said.
"Why wouldn't they?" Bob Carr asked.
"The same reason that we wouldn't," Jerry replied. "Nobody in their right mind wants the Vice-President to become the President. Also, if they send the articles of impeachment to the Senate and don't convict, it will be egg on their faces. They'd actually do better not submitting them and then being able to say that you were impeached and not exonerated."
"Can't they be forced to submit them?" the President asked.
"No," Jeanette Moucher replied, shaking her head. "There is nothing written that spells out how they must act, only that the responsibility is theirs. I agree with Mr. Myers that it would be in their best interests to just sit on them, holding them over you and reminding the country as often as possible about their existence. It would be a serious handicap for your re-election."
"We would probably win an open-vote Senate trial," Jerry said. "It would be political suicide for any Republican Senator to openly vote to impeach you. The problem is that the Democrats know this. I think it would be very likely that they'd have a secret ballot vote. Then Senators would be enboldened and not afraid of the consequences of their vote."
"Mr. President, you need to distract everyone's attention from this," Chris Vanger said. "The more they talk about it, the more importance it takes on. We need to give the people something else to talk about, something positive that affects them directly."
"What do you suggest?" the President asked, clearly uncomfortable, drumming his fingers on his desk.
"The economy," Jerry said. "People vote their wallets more than anything else. Give them a reason to vote their wallets in your favor."
"But the economy is great," the President protested. "Never been better in the history of the country. Fewest unemployed people, most working. Why aren't they talking about that?"
"They are, Mr. President," Ann said, "but not in the way you'd like. They're preoccupied with the bankruptcies and farms failing by the hundreds now. The price for a basic basket of necessities is up 8% in just the past month and not showing any sign of going down. The tariffs are backfiring. If they're hurting the Chinese and others, that's not helping us domestically, since it's hurting us just as much if not more. These other countries aren't facing an election and they'll be able to point at our tariffs as the reason that their economies are struggling. We don't have that luxury. Our tariffs are the reason that we are struggling."
"But I can't just back down," the President complained. "That would make me look weak."
"Maybe it's better to look a little weak than voted out of office," Jerry said. "You can show strength and leadership by relaxing the tariffs, especially if you can get the other countries to reciprocate in response."
"I agree, Mr. President," Ann said. "In all honesty, the tariffs have been an unmitigated disaster and have not accomplished what you wanted them to accomplish. The only result has been higher prices here and hundreds of bankruptcies. We are not self-sufficient enough to be able to withstand the results. We need trade with other countries since we no longer are in the manufacturing business. Our manufacuring capacity is down over 80% from what it was just 20 years ago. We are now dependent upon other countries for many of our basic goods."
"We should also be issuing press releases every day, several times a day, touting all of the good things that your administration has accomplished," Stephan Groffs said. "Keep reminding the people over and over again how much you've done for them."
"Yes, like your brilliant appointments of the Transportation and Education secretaries," Eve said.
"The only people happy with those appointments are Democrats," Jerry said, shaking his head at his wife's stupidity. "They're not on the same page as us and they're certainly not promoting our agenda, especially not in education. Jane Adams has been amazingly aggressive and thorough about dismantling most of what we had accomplished with Secretary Doves."
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"Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for this opportunity to address you about how I see our country today," Bo Jaden said, his tanned face smiling into the cameras for a prime-time, 15-minute address paid for by the Make American Politics Better and No More Corruption Super PACs. "We are in a crisis, politically and economically because of the misguided, corrupt practices of the administration of President Pocksy, who lies every time he moves his lips. He has been impeached, only the third time in our history that a President has been so rebuked for high crimes and misdemeanors against the Constitution and the People. He has blantantly tried to bribe and coerce a foreign government, Bulgaria, to instigate bogus investigations into my son in an attempt to discredit me. The Bulgarian government has stated unequivocally that Archer's tenure as a director of BulgEnergy resulted in a major reduction in corruption in Bulgaria's energy sector and that there are no indications of any improprieties, contrary to the lies that President Pocksy continues to attempt to sell people on. Our farmers are facing the most devasting circumstances since the early days of our Republic because of the President's idiotic tariffs that are only enboldening our adversaries all around the world, while causing untold suffering here in our country with hundreds of farms going out of business and bankruptcies in the industries most impacted by the tariffs at historic levels."
"We have lost the respect of the world, in particularly our historic allies, who are embarrassed by the amateurish and mobster-like behavior of our President who has disgraced his office. He will be forever remembered, but as a failure who was impeached for his criminality. He is desperate to hang onto office to avoid being arrested and prosecuted as a private citizen, trying to run out the clock on statutes of limitations for many of the charges awaiting him."
"My entire life in politics has been about finding solutions, finding ways to talk with people, even purported enemies to find common ground so that everyone will benefit. We do not need more enemies, we need friends and willing collaborators to raise the collective prosperity of our people and those of the world in general. We have seen unprecedented corruption in government by Republicans, many of whom have resigned and/or been arrested, the most egregious offenders people who the President has declared the salt of the earth, his best friends. I don't know about you, but I tend to judge a person by the company that they keep and the quality of their friends."
"You have a choice to make come election day; do you want a prosperous country that is the envy of the world or do you want a mobster-run criminal enterprise that only alienates good people and destroys the progress based upon the values that our founding fathers used to create our great Republic? It's not too late, but we can ill afford another four years of President Pocksy's mafia-like misrule that encourages blatant racism, gross criminality in politics, and denigration of any who disagree with his warped amoral view. Thank you for your time and attention and God Bless the United States of America."
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"Speaker Agnelli is not going to forward the articles of impeachment to the Senate," Jeanette Moucher said to the President the next morning.
"Bob, what can you do?" the President asked.
"Nothing really, Mr. President," the Attorney General replied. "This is outside of the DOJ's purview."
"Can't you arrest Bo Jaden for defamation and libel?" the President asked. "That bullshit speech of his last night was nothing but lies."
"Mr. President, the 1st Amendment is the most powerful when it comes to the protection of political free speech," Jeanette Moucher said. "You could sue him in court, but that's about it. And the burden of proof would be on you, not him, a very difficult situation, all things considered."
"Then what can we do?" the President asked. "I've sent out feelers to the Chinese about the tariffs, but they're not responding."
"They seem convinced that you will not be re-elected and are willing to endure the pain to get a better deal with a new administration, a Democrat administration," Jerry said. "They responded to our overture by raising their tariffs even more, the ones most directly impacting our agricultural industry. If the people vote their wallets as they usually do, you're going to have trouble holding traditionally red states in the midwest."
"I'm afraid that I must agree with Jerry," Ann said. "You're polling in the low 30s and the Chinese know it. They know that their situation will only improve with the election of a Democrat, as Bo Jaden has made very clear, announcing that he will immediately rescind all of the tariffs that you have enacted upon him becoming President. He has made being the anti-Pocksy his main theme, in his words, 'undoing the damage that you have stupidly inflicted upon the country'."
"Remember where you are and who you are talking to," the President said darkly, his eyes narrowing.
"I know exactly where I am and who I am talking to, Mr. President," Ann replied hotly. "I have tried my damnedest for the past year to ameliorate your worst instincts to no avail. You listen to nobody, relying only on your own instincts, which I might add are terrible. In all honesty, Mr. President, you have no business sitting in that seat."
"How dare you talk to the President like that?" Bob Carr thundered.
"I dare because I'm not a stupid, sycophantic clown like you," Ann replied evenly. "You're a disgrace in every possible way and I refuse to be a part of this travesty any longer. I resign," she said, turning and leaving the room.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I've never been more proud of you," Bill said as he sat with Ann watching the results of the election coming in, a landslide of unprecedented proportions in the Electoral College for Bo Jaden.
"I tried to do good, I really did," Ann sighed, her hand wrapped around Bill's cock.
"I met with Jim Arnest today, who will probably be President Jaden's Chief of Staff," Bill told her as she leaned over and took his cock into her mouth. "We've agreed in principle that The Future will work with President Jaden's administration to root out corruption in government, both Republican and Democrat, and that Better Learning would work hand in hand with his Secretary of Education."
"That's great, Bill," Ann said, looking up from his cock, the sharp tip of her tongue teasing the slit of his cock.
"He told me that they've asked you to be President Jaden's Chief Economic Advisor," Bill sighed as Ann enveloped his cock in her mouth once again.
"Apparently President Pocksy is also aware of that," Ann said, jacking his cock in her hand. "I've already been served with papers from his attorney threatening to sue me if I accept. I was going to turn it down; enough is enough, but the arrogance and audacity of that man...I'm going to accept as long as you don't mind. I know I can help."
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't," Bill said, groaning as his cock disappeared back into his wife's mouth, his balls exploding and cum gushing onto her tongue as she eagerly sucked him off.
"I wonder if Sylvia and Eve will still want to be friends after this," Ann said when she had finished sucking him dry, licking her lips as she sat up. "I'd actually grown to like them."
"We'll know soon enough," Bill replied with a sigh, leaning over to kiss her, tasting his own cum coating her tongue. "I've invited them to dinner at the condo the night after President Jaden is sworn in for a celebratory orgy."
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"So help me God," Bo Jaden repeated, a big smile on his face as the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court shook his hand.
"Congratulations, Mr. President," the Chief Justice said as one of the largest crowds ever to witness the swearing in of a new president cheered loudly.
Thomas and Sylvia Pocksy left the viewing stand with Eve, making their way to the back and down the stairs where Marine One was waiting to take them from the White House for the last time.
"Thomas D. Pocksy?" a man in a dark suit said as he approached them, flashing a badge, flanked by two others dressed similarly.
"Yes?" the former president replied.
"I have multiple warrants for your arrest, sir," the man said, holding out the arrest warrants.
"You can't arrest me," former president Pocksy said. "I'm the President of the United States. I have total immunity."
"I beg your pardon, sir, but you are not the President," the agent said. "You were the President. Now you're just a regular citizen with no special rights or privileges, subject to the law just like anyone else. Will you come with us quietly, sir, or do we need to handcuff you?"
"What am I being charged with?" former president Pocksy asked, a panicked look on his face.
"I have several warrants," the agent replied. "Obstruction of Justice, Income Tax Evasion, Violation of the RICO Statutes, all Federal charges, Incitement to Riot and Accessory to Murder from the State of New York, and violation of Washington, D.C. § 22-1901, Incest."
"This is insane," former president Pocksy said, wild-eyed. "Get out of my way," he said, making to push his way past the agent, only to find himself spun around, his arm behind his back and handcuffs being snapped onto his wrist. "Who do you think you are?" former president Pocksy roared, his voice drowned out by the loud cheers for the new President Jaden as the agent grabbed his other arm and pulled it behind his back, fully handcuffing him.
"I am FBI Special Agent Mueller," the agent replied, "and you are under arrest."
"Incest! What is that all about?" former president Pocksy protested as he was led away.
"I told you that I'd pay you back, you bastard," Sylvia said, glaring at him as he stared at her in astonishment, Eve standing with her mouth hanging open in shock. "I'll see you in court, when they convict you and send you away, and then again when I take every penny you have," she said, walking away from him towards Marine One and freedom, Eve hesitating momentarily before following her.
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"Barry, wake up, wake up," Jill said, shaking his shoulder.
"Wh-what..." Barry said, struggling to consciousness.
"You were having a nightmare," Jill said. "You've been moaning and thrashing around. Are you okay?"
"Oh, god, it was a dream?" Barry asked, his face etched with disappointment.
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