Mikayla Turner stood next to her parents, feigning interest in the droning voice of the newscaster. She mentally shrugged and flashed her dad a fake smile when the anchorman announced that CCN projected Turner to win Florida by a landslide. She hated being there and hated even more being there with them. "Eight months," she thought, "just eight more months and I can emancipate myself." She refocused her attention on the television when a roar went up throughout the ballroom.
"Exit polling conducted by CNN and Time Magazine indicate that Jake Turner will carry Connecticut by a comfortable margin. If actual results bear out the responses of those interviewed after voting, it would be a serious blow to the hopes of Senator Tsongas. Tsongas, with little money in his war chest had concentrated much of his energy on winning Connecticut, Michigan and North Carolina."
Mikayla was unhappy that her parents had returned home from campaigning; their over protective presence was putting a serious crimp in her social life. She loved her newfound freedom and wanted it back in the worst way. Mikayla turned her attention back to the television, the small digital clock displayed on the lower right corner of the screen ticked over to seven-thirty as Bernard Shaw moved the 42 delegates from Georgia into the Turner column. Her dad exhaled sharply at the news. Mikayla was abreast of her father's strategy, so she knew winning in Georgia was critical to his campaign. Critical because he felt a win in Georgia would scuttle Bill Clinton's bid for the nomination.
Mikayla dutifully hung with her parents until nine then told them it was time for her to head home. She used the excuse of tomorrow being a school day. Her parents both smiled at her, pleased with how responsible she was. Mikayla smiled, also, pleased with how easy they were to dupe. She nodded her head toward a big man in a suit and the two of them walked out a side door.
The big man was Doyle Monroe, one of her hand picked security people. Doyle was a former deputy sheriff, recently divorced and deeply in debt. Mikayla approached Doyle as her first target after a review of his personnel files showed his pay was being garnisheed to pay child support. Doyle jumped at Mikayla's offer to double his pay for looking the other way while he was on duty. It had been a simple matter to get Doyle assigned as her bodyguard and driver. Doyle also helped her pick two other people whose loyalty was for sale.
"Christ Kayla, your dad might become President!" Doyle exclaimed.
Mikayla shrugged and proceeded to spark up a fattie. Holding the acrid smoke in her lungs, she sank contentedly back into the seat. This last batch of weed from Chazz was some good shit. By the time she arrived home, Mikayla had a good buzz going on. She dismissed Doyle, raided the refrigerator, and headed to her room. Tomorrow the ogres were headed out again and she could resume her life.
By the time Mikayla left at nine, the prognosticators were out of races to call. Montana and Idaho's polls were still open for another hour; Michigan and North Carolina were too close to predict; and the other states split delegates by percentage of votes garnered, instead of winner take all. From nine to ten, Jake conducted a half-dozen television interviews. Jake was excited by the results so far, although he displayed a fictive calm. Today's results gave him a big lead in delegates plus they showed that he was capable of winning. By midnight, the news was even better as Jake won every primary except Idaho, which went to Harkin, and North Carolina, where he and Clinton were virtually tied with thirty percent of the vote still to be counted.
Jake gave a short speech to his jubilant campaign staff before heading home. He urged them to keep working hard as the race was far from over. At home later that night Jake and Melissa snuggled and talked, both too excited to fall asleep.
"I almost feel bad because I'm stealing this election from Clinton," Jake said.
Indeed, Jake was doing just that by beating Clinton to the issues and giving the so-called New Democrats an alternative candidate who was not weighed down by questionable scruples.
"You are not stealing anything, Hubby, Clinton is almost giving the nomination to you. It seems like every day a new scandal concerning him comes out. That he was actually elected in your other life is scary; the man seems incapable of telling the truth. I feel badly for his wife," Melissa replied.
Jake got a laugh out of that.
"Don't worry about Hillary," he said. "She has bigger balls than old Bill and she is ambitious to boot. In my other life she was eventually elected to the Senate."
"Really? She seems so cold, I wonder if his philandering made her that way."
Jake slid his hand down Melissa's side and caressed her ass.
"I think that's just her nature; she doesn't have all that hot Italian blood running through her like you do," he teased.
"That and the fact that she doesn't get this anytime she wants it," Melissa teased back as she grabbed his dick.
Wednesday the fallout from Super Tuesday started as Senator Kerry from Nebraska and Governor Wilder from Virginia withdrew from the crowded field. Paul Tsongas was all over the news claiming that his poor heath was not an issue, while Clinton tried to put a positive spin on the fact that he finished second to Jake in most of the Primaries. Senator Harkin was buoyed by his narrow victory in Idaho but like Tsongas, he was woefully under funded to mount a national campaign. Jerry Brown, the ultra-liberal former governor of California also had money problems, in addition, his liberal views did not make him a viable candidate to the mainstream democrats.
Clinton was the most serious threat to Jake's nomination. Clinton was a tireless campaigner and, because he had raised a substantial amount of money, he would be able to cover almost as much turf as Jake. Only a few states were holding primaries each week for the next month so Jake and Clinton would be crossing paths often. In fact, Wednesday afternoon, as Jake and Melissa were jetting to California, the Clintons were doing the same thing. California, Colorado and Nevada were the next states in the primary lineup, and California controlled three hundred and fifty-five delegates. Jake had been weak in California until he blitzed the airwaves with a series of commercials featuring him as a knowledgeable leader, fiscally conservative and socially moderate.
Jake and Clinton crisscrossed the state sometimes even hitting the same venues on the same day. Jake was relaxed and laid back while Clinton seemed almost frenetic in his desire to come across California cool. While Clinton wore his sunglasses and wailed on his saxophone, Jake and Melissa wowed the audience on Leno with self-deprecating humor. That Jake and Melissa were affectionate even in public was well received by the voters. Jake came across as a normal man deeply in love with his wife, in stark contrast to Clinton.
Jake made one foray into Nevada and one visit to Colorado before their primaries, while Clinton concentrated solely on California. On March seventeenth, the voters spoke. Jake carried California by eight percentage points over Clinton, he also won in Nevada by a wide margin and steamrolled his opponents in the Hawaii caucuses. Jerry Brown was a surprise victor in Colorado, eking out a one-point victory over Jake. By the end of the day, Jake had three-quarters of the twenty one hundred votes need for nomination and led Clinton by over eight hundred delegates. Except for Rhode Island, Jake won every primary after California. The Michigan Primary on March thirty-first put him over the top.
After the Michigan primary Melissa returned to the ranch while Jake went to Washington D.C. to meet with the Democratic National Committee to plan campaign strategy for November's general election. Jake spent three days convincing the DNC that the election was winnable and that he had a strategy to win it. Jake also made it clear that he would accept no money from political action committees and did not want the DNC to run ads in his behalf. He suggested instead that the DNC concentrate on congressional elections to stem the inroads that the Republican Party was making. Jake warned the committee that if they did not take action the Republicans would control the House of Representatives by 1994.
While Jake was spending the rest of the week in D.C., Melissa spent some much needed time with Mikayla. Mikayla put up with her mother's company even though there were a thousand other things she would rather do. Mikayla knew that her mother was a sharp cookie, keeping her fooled took a delicate balance of truth and secrecy. Mikayla told her mother about Justin Hughes when her mom asked about him. Mikayla told Melissa that she liked Justin very much and liked spending time with him. When Melissa asked about the extent of their relationship, Mikayla hesitatingly told her that they had been intimate but she was safely on the pill. Mikayla was hoping that fessing up to Justin would keep her mother from probing further.
The news that Mikayla was having sex was not a big surprise to Melissa; after all, she was a Thornton and a Turner, and being either one meant she was a sexual creature. Being both figured to exponentially increase her sexuality. Mikayla and Melissa talked about boys and sex for a good hour. Mikayla pretended just the right amount of innocence and curiosity. Mikayla gave a masterful performance as she giggled and described Justin's big dick and how well he had learned to use it. Melissa sat and held her daughter's hand, smiling as she remembered her own discovery of sex. She was glad that she was here to help and advise her daughter. Melissa told Mikayla that she had heard from Justin's mom, Mitzi, about the how blessed the Hughes men were.
Mikayla pretended to carefully consider her mother's advice about love, sex, and the need to protect herself from getting hurt, either physically or emotionally. Mikayla though her mom was full of it and a hypocrite to boot. After all, the two men she had ever had feelings of love for were both not with her because of her mom. One, of course, was her dad and the other was the one man who truly understood her: Bernard Kinston, her Billy.
Melissa walked away from the conversation feeling better about her daughter. She even grinned at the thought of how her husband was going to take the news of his little princess being sexually active. Mikayla walked away from the conversation smugly satisfied that she had snowed her supposedly perfect mother. Not only had her mom agreed to let her continue to see Justin, her mother had also volunteered to speak with her dad about allowing Mikayla more freedom. Even better, Melissa thought the modeling and poise lessons from Tiffany were a great idea. Tiffany and Brittany Holt's social grace had always impressed Melissa.
Mikayla called Justin and Tiffany with the good news. At least now she could get out some when her parents were in town. Mikayla had Justin and Tiffany eating out of the palm of her hand now, both of them madly in love with her. Mikayla was amazed at the power her nubile young body gave her. She could hardly wait until both her parents were out of town again.
Jake returned to the ranch on Friday, the third of April. He still planned to campaign in the remaining primary states, but now he was focusing on rallying the troops for November's general election. Jake also wanted to keep his face in the media. Jake still received his share of coverage, but right now, the hot item was Ross Perot's attempt at getting on the ballot in all fifty states. Jake had respect for Perot, hell, he had even voted for him in his former life. United We Stand America, Perot's campaign organization, had been the model Jake used in setting up his own. Jake had nothing against Perot running, to the contrary, he wanted to keep Perot in the race. Perot was going to siphon voters from both parties but he would hit the Republicans the hardest.
While Jake was settling in at the ranch, Tigger Thornton was waiting in the reception area of the law firm that represented the National Inquisitor. The receptionist hung up the phone and smiled at Tigger.
"Mister Colon is coming out to get you now," the young woman said.
Rob escorted Tigger into his office. His digs were nice but not particularly impressive. He looked her over as she seated herself. Damn, she was a hot looking little thing. His inspection failed to detect a wedding ring.
"So Ms Decostas, are you any relation to Doug Decostas?"
"Unfortunately, I'm married to that asshole until my lawyer can make him go away."
Colon looked at her in amazement. He had asked the question just to make conversation, never expecting the answer he received. He leaned back in his chair and studied her anew. Doug Decostas was the Pro bowl middle linebacker of the Miami Dolphins. Colon knew that Decostas had married his agent's sister. He also knew something about Decostas' marital woes, thanks to his golfing partner who happened to be Decostas' divorce attorney. If what his golfing buddy told him was true, this was one evil little bitch.
According to his friend, Decostas had come home from partying with a couple of teammates and some football groupies that they had picked up. Mrs. Decostas smelled perfume and sex on her inebriated husband and went off on him. Decostas got tired of her ranting and pushed her away from him then went to bed. While he was passed out, the little woman sewed him up in the bed sheets and beat the hell out of him with his autographed Reggie Jackson baseball bat. When he finally struggled out of the sheets, she was gone. Decostas discovered she had used a permanent marking pen to draw a dotted line around the base of his dick. She had packed a bag and left during the night leaving him a note saying that if she ever set eyes on him again she would cut off his penis at the line she drew.
Jesus it was a story that scared the hell out of every man who heard it, now here she was sitting in his office.
"What's the matter, Mr. Colon, cat got your tongue?" Tigger asked sweetly.
"Ummm, no," he stammered. "I was just surprised that you were really related to Decostas. Now what can I do for you?"
"I spoke to you on the phone a few months ago about the article that your client did on Jake Turner, remember that?"
"Yes, you were angry and made some threats."
"At the time they weren't threats. Since then, events have cooled all of us off some. Instead, I'm here to personally serve you with this."
Colon gingerly took the document she had extracted from her briefcase.
"What's this?" he asked.
"It's a wrongful death suit brought by Gale Martin's family. It names your scandal rag of a client, along with Joe Bunnell and his employer, Emanuel Calderon, as defendants."
Roberto Colon's breath whooshed out at the mention of Manny Calderon. Being tangled up in anything that might piss Calderon off was not conducive to a long happy life.
"Do you know who Calderon is? And how did you get him involved in this?" asked an incredulous Roberto Colon.
"Jake Turner worked hard as a congressman to shut down the Columbian cocaine cartels," responded Tigger. "Calderon would want to discredit Mr. Turner. Bunnell not only works for Calderon, he's married to Calderon's daughter. It is reasonable to assume that Calderon was involved. Anyway, I came down here and filed the papers personally, see you in court counselor."
Roberto nodded dumbly as she departed then picked up the phone and called the Inquisitor's publisher. The paper had plenty of experience dealing with irate celebrities suing for slander, but a wrongful death claim tying it to a well-known drug kingpin was another matter entirely.
The Turner Campaign used the three months leading up to the Democrat's Convention to consolidate Jake's position as the party's nominee. Jake named Senator Al Gore as his running mate and strengthened his campaign staff with workers from his disposed opponents. Jake also continued to push for party unity around his moderate agenda, fiercely fighting off efforts to move his candidacy to the left. He mended fences with his former opponents, bringing everyone, except Jerry Brown, on board with his plan. Jake refused to be drawn into inter-party squabbling on issues such as race and sexual preference. Instead, he stressed the inclusive nature of the party. With a gigantic boost from Melissa, Jake was able to energize women voters to actively support his campaign.
The Turner family breezed into New York City on Saturday, the eleventh of July. They occupied a suite at the Waldorf-Astoria hotel, only ten minutes from Madison Square Garden, the site of the convention.
Saturday evening, Jake and Melissa attended a production of Carmen at the Met that featured Maria Calas and Placido Domingo. Jake put on his monkey suit without batting an eye. He was not the sharpest pencil in the box, but he had at least learned to keep his mouth shut during his wife's attempts at enculturating him. Jake truly enjoyed the opera as an occasional diversion; he just could not understand why he had to dress up to be there.
The next day, Sunday, Jake worked out with the Yankees; he pitched batting practice and threw out the first pitch at the afternoon game. Jake was gratified at the ovation he received when he strolled out to the mound. The public address announcer had dragged out his introduction:
"Ladies and gentlemen, throwing out the first ball today is former Yankee great, two time Cy Young award winner, the American League MVP in 1982, hall of famer, and the next President of the United States, Jake Turner!"
Monday morning, the thirteenth, was the first day of the convention. Although not customary, Jake was on the floor of the Garden for the opening of the proceedings. Jake had two reasons for being there: he wanted to keep the platform committee focused on his moderate agenda and he wanted to thank each delegate and convention worker personally for being there. Jake tirelessly worked the floor and was rewarded with a warm reception from everyone except some of Jerry Brown's ultra-liberal supporters. Jake was prepared for their reaction; he understood their dismay at what they considered his shift to the right. They were going to be even more dismayed when Jake kept their pet causes from becoming planks in the party's platform.
Thanks to Ron Brown and his staff, the convention ran smoothly. Jake and Al Gore were nominated on the first ballot. The campaign platform was Jake's moderate agenda; Mario Cuomo gave a fiery speech praising Jake; and the delegates showed party unity not seen since the sixties. In short, it was a love fest that sent Jake climbing in the polls as he hit the campaign trail.
Jake campaigned all across the country, pounding out his message that a change was needed to right the economy and secure a better peace for the nation. He broke from campaigning in late July to attend the Barcelona Olympic games to cheer on JJ. As it turned out, the NBC camera crews covering the Olympics followed Jake wherever he went. People who normally ignored political events on television were treated to the sight of Jake and Melissa cheering and congratulating their son. Thanks to JJ's swimming skills, they had ample opportunity to do both; JJ swam in six events and won six medals, three of them individual golds. Jake's love for, and pride in his son were obvious and cemented his standing as a good and decent man.
As the campaigning moved through August, Ross Perot, who had dropped out of the race in June, amid charges that the Republicans were trying to ruin his daughter's wedding, suddenly started making noise about running again. Jake welcomed the news as it jibed with his first trip through 1992. By September, Perot was again an announced candidate.
Jake was tireless in his efforts to reach as many people as possible. Every state was in play as far as he was concerned, even Bush's Texas stronghold. Dan Quayle had become the whipping boy of the media because of a few unfortunate comments, but in Indiana, he was unbeaten and considered unbeatable. Jake still crisscrossed the state with his message of it being time for a change. During the campaign, the Republicans had left it up to Quayle to take make the biting comments against Jake. Quayle railed against Jake's lack of experience and his youth. Jake pointed out how ironic his arguments were given that Quayle faced the same criticism just four years before. When Quayle accused Jake of buying the election, Jake retorted that at least he was using his own money and not that of some big corporation that would want favors for their gift.
Quayle had been working hard to overcome the bad publicity he garnered by making comments about the television character Murphy Brown and her decision to become a single mother. Jake's open challenge to Quayle in his home state led him to making an even bigger gaffe. After watching a news report showing Jake speaking to a large, enthusiastic crowd at the University of Indiana, Quayle made an unfortunate quip in range of a reporter's microphone.
"You know, if I had a rich wife that looked like a high class hooker, you wouldn't catch me running for anything," Quayle said.
Quayle's remarks cracked his aides up, but when the footage played on national television the next day no one was laughing. Jake was livid at the remark; he did not care what anyone said about him but comments about his wife were fighting words. Melissa calmed him down.
"Don't do or say anything rash, Hubby. He's the bad guy now, let's let him stay that way."
Jake grudgingly agreed to let the matter slide for the time being. Quayle was man enough to call Jake and apologize the same day the story hit the airwaves. At his next appearance, Jake answered questions about the matter truthfully.
"Mr. Quayle's unseemly comment angered me until Melissa explained to me that his opinion was his to have no matter how crass it was. The Vice-President called me today and apologized and I accepted him for his word. I can only hope that my opponent truly means it, but based on the current administration's tendency to marginalize women, I doubt it."
Quayle's comments and Jake's anger at seeing his wife disparaged finished locking the soccer mom vote in Jake's column.
October was notable for the two debates between the three candidates. Perot was accepted to the debates, graciously by Jake and grudgingly by Bush. Jake had been preparing for the debates for years; he knew his facts and had compelling evidence to support his positions. Perot's charts and Jake's base of knowledge embarrassed Bush in the first debate. In the second, he faired better but still appeared to be completely out of touch with the people he governed. Both Jake and Perot decried Bush's apparent elitism.
It was shortly after the first debate that Melissa broke some big news to Jake. They were back at the ranch making up for some missed lovemaking. Melissa was slowly rocking on top of Jake, grinding her clit deliciously on his pubis. Melissa was spectacularly beautiful that evening in her diaphanous white negligee, her hair wildly cascading down across her breasts.
"Hubby, you are going to be a daddy again," she said without preamble.
Jake eyes widened in surprise, she had not even hinted about getting pregnant since their discussion last year.
"Are you sure?" he asked dumbly.
"Yes I'm sure, silly man. I missed my last period and Beth Owens confirmed it Monday, I've just been waiting for the opportunity to tell you. I figure you knocked me up Labor Day weekend."
Jake remembered that weekend clearly; she had been hot, sexy and insatiable all weekend. He was actually glad to leave Tuesday after Labor Day; he had needed the rest.
Finally, after campaigning for what seemed like forever, Election Day finally arrived. It was a beautiful mild Tuesday across most of the country, and with Perot in the race, voter turnout was predicted to be high. Jake and Melissa kept with tradition and voted at the fire station early. Still keeping with tradition, Jake then went back to the ranch and worked to occupy his mind. Every news bulletin that day featured telephoto camera shots of Jake working with a crew baling hay.
Jake called it a day with the ranch hands at four in the afternoon. At the ranch house, he showered, shaved again and put on a suit. After a steak dinner, Jake, Melissa and Mikayla rode to the St Lucas Hotel - the scene of Jake's primary triumphs on Super Tuesday. The Grand Ball Room of the St Lucas was festooned with red, white and blue. Large screen televisions ringed the room. Across the back of the ballroom, tables groaned under the weight of a constantly replenished buffet. Jake and his family arrived to a thunderous round of applause and well wishes. He made the rounds, thanking his staff and supporters before heading up to the suite Melissa had reserved. Gracie Touque met him at the elevator and rode up with him and Melissa. Mikayla stayed in the ballroom chatting with some of the younger volunteers.
The television anchors started making their sonorous prognostications as soon as the polls started closing at seven. Exit poling, having evolved into an excellent indicator, was relied on heavily. CNN called four races as soon as the polls closed. Florida of course, was a no-brainer, Turner by a landslide. The other three states were also big winners for Jake, Georgia, North Carolina and Massachusetts. Jake tried to keep above the fray as his jubilant campaign staff high fived and whooped as each state turned red on the CNN map. He tried, but he had some elation nonetheless because North Carolina and Florida had both gone to Bush in his first time through. Clearly he was making a difference.
As the evening progressed, predicting winners for most states became more difficult. The effect of Ross Perot was starting to impact the statistical analysis by siphoning off twenty percent of the vote. With agonizing slowness the picture started resolving itself. When the polls in the Central Time Zone states closed at eight PM Eastern Time more results were projected. By eight-thirty the map had a distinct red hue east of the Mississippi River and the states on the river's west border. The Mountain Time Zone polls closed at nine EST and a flurry of predictions sent a groan through the room as every state but two was assigned to Bush. The outcome of the election wasn't in doubt, Jake was within Electoral College votes from being president elect, but the suspense was brutal. At eleven-oh-one, Bernard Shaw of CNN was the first anchor to declare Jake the winner. Within three minutes all the major networks followed suit. President George HW Bush called Jacob Turner and conceded the election at eleven-fifteen.
Jake rode down in the elevator trying to act as if he wasn't about to explode with excitement. Melissa was clinging to his arm trying to regain her famous composure. As they exited the service elevator on the first floor Mikayla and JJ joined them. Mikayla was not having problems with being composed, not after the three lines of Columbia's finest she had snorted in the women's bathroom. JJ was visibly excited though and high-fived his father.
"Way to go Dad, I knew you could do it."
Then they were on the stage amidst raucously celebrating campaign workers. It took five minutes for the crowd to settle down enough for Jake to speak.
"At eleven-fifteen President Bush most graciously called me and conceded the election. He is a man to admire and his place in history is assured. Now, it's time for us to make our mark, to move our country ahead, and to secure a lasting peace for our children. I will be down there on the floor thanking each of you individually in a few minutes, but right now I want to thank you in front of these cameras. If not for your hard work and dedication I wouldn't be standing here; if not for your commitment to our common cause I would have been the one making the concession speech. Thank you all and God Bless the United States of America."
The crowd roared their approval as Jake and his family moved down onto the floor among them. Jake was sincere in his appreciation of their efforts. He had spent enough time in the Army to know that a general's plan was just a piece of paper until a private made it reality.
Jake and Melissa made it back to their suite at one-thirty in the morning. The indefatigable Gracie met them at the door with their next day's itinerary.
"I scheduled everything so you two could sleep late. After lunch, though, you both have a boatload of interviews scheduled. I've broken them down into thirty-minute chunks. I have two rooms on this floor set up for the interviews, one for each of you."
Jake and Melissa thanked her and sent her to bed with a kiss on the cheek, they knew from experience that Gracie would be up with the roosters organizing their day. Hand in hand they walked into the bedroom and closed the door. Only when they were alone did Jake drop his calm guise. He grabbed Melissa and swung her around.
"Can you believe it Muffy? We actually did it. We have a chance to do some serious good."
Melissa laughed at his exuberance and kissed him on his nose.
"I can believe it hubby, cause I knew you could do it all along. Now take me to bed and make love to me, Mr. President Elect. Our little bundle of joy has my hormones all messed up and I am horny as a cat in heat."
In the bedroom, Jake helped her out of her knee length blue dress. He whistled when he saw what she had on underneath. She was wearing an electric blue lacy bra and panty set and stay up stockings.
"I wore these so no matter how tonight ended you would get a nice surprise," Melissa said.
She stood there while he stripped her down to just the stockings then she undressed him. She pushed him onto the bed.
'Lay on your back Hubby, I want my first ride on the Presidential Penis."
Jake cracked up at that but dutifully slid over to the middle of the bed.
Across town, in the gated golf community that helped start the Thornton financial empire, Mikayla was enjoying herself with Tiffany Holt. Mikayla had secured permission to spend the night with Brittany, but Brittany was already asleep when Mikayla arrived. Mr. Holt was traveling on business and Chazz, Brittany's stepbrother was out for the night. By rights, Mikayla should have been sleeping too, but she was jazzed from the cocaine she had snorted earlier. Not to mention, coke made her horny and for some reason, even kinkier than normal. That's probably why Tiffany's hands were tied to the headboard. Mikayla did not think that Tiff minded because her pet was so hot she reeked of arousal.
Mikayla jumped off the bed," don't go anywhere, ' she giggled, as she stepped into the master bath. A quick search of the under sink cabinet netted her a bottle of baby oil. She bounced back onto the bed and waved the bottle in front of Tiffany's lust slitted eyes. Tiffany licked her lips.
"What are you going to do with that?" she asked timorously.
Mikayla squeezed a stream of the oil on the pussy she made Tiffany keep smooth shaven then started fingering the oily slit. "We are going to see just how far this thing stretches tonight," she said with an evil laugh.
Despite the intentions of his staff, Jake was up at his normal 0600. He felt well rested and ready to face his first day as the President Elect. Even though the elections were behind them, his staff had to finish putting together a transition team. Gracie would head that team and assume the position of Chief of Staff in his White House. Jake marveled at his luck in finding Grace Touque; she was phenomenal. Jake threw on a robe, hit the bathroom and then headed out looking for coffee. He fired up the coffee maker in the small kitchen area of the suite then stuck his head out the door. One of the Secret Service agents at the door greeted him with a "Good morning, Sir, and congratulations." Jake returned the greeting and grabbed the paper that was lying in front of the door. He returned to the living room, turned on the television and tuned into CNN.
He sat comfortably alone on the couch letting it sink in as the CNN
morning anchors reaffirmed that he was indeed going to be the next
president of the United States of America.