She wanted to exit the kitchen, but the only way out was through me. I held up my arm to block her from exiting.
“I came to apologize. I know that I put you in a bad position, and what I asked of you was very unfair.”
“You’re darn right it was, but it doesn’t matter anymore. You told me to move on, and I want you to do the same.”
Michelle ducked underneath my arm and rushed to the front door. She opened it and pointed out the door. “Go,” she said. “Please and stop showing up like this. I heard what you said loud and clear. I also accept your apology, and I do understand that your plate is full and you have a country to run.”
I stood by the door and examined her actions with my hands in my pockets. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have come here, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I . . .”
“You mean, you couldn’t stop thinking about those photos of Alex and Raynetta in the National Enquirer. I’m so hip to your game, and you should be ashamed of yourself for doing this crap.” She opened the door wider. “Out. Go now or else.”
I took several steps forward, but turned around as I was on the other side of the door. “Just so you know, I didn’t come here because of Raynetta and Alex. This is no game, and if it was all about sex, I do have other options.”
“Good. Go seek those options and don’t you dare come back here.”
Michelle slammed the door in my face. My feelings were slightly bruised, but I was never one to give up without putting up a fight. I lightly knocked on the door, and the second she opened it, she yelled at me.
“What, Stephen? What do you want?”
“You, damn it. I want you.”
Before she responded, I rushed inside and flipped her over my shoulder. I kicked the door shut with my foot, and as I carried Michelle down the hallway, she wildly kicked her legs and tried to make me lose my balance.
“This is not going to work!” she shouted. “Put me down, Stephen, and just . . . just leave me the hell alone!”
I laid her on the bed and hurried to remove my suit jacket. As I eased between her legs, I held her hands above her head so she wouldn’t strike me. I could feel her heartbeat racing against mine. Frustration was visible in her eyes and she fought hard not to give in. Her voice was up there.
“So, you’re just going to ignore what I said to you, right?” She tried to pull her hands away from my grip. “Is that what you’re going to do, Stephen? Just come in here and take what you want.”
“No, I’m not going to take anything. It is my hope that you forgive me for being so stupid and give us what we both want.”
With the tip of my nose touching hers, she gazed into my eyes and tried to speak her truth. “I don’t want us anymore.”
“Yes you do.” I pecked her lips then lowered my head to suck her neck. “Tell me you want us or should I say how badly you want us to continue on like this.”
She moved her head to stop me from sucking her neck. “I don’t want us to continue. You don’t know how much this hurts and . . .”
I placed my lips over hers to silence her. “I know it hurts. But give me a chance to stop the pain.”
“You can’t stop it. Nothing you can do at this point can stop it.”
“Yes I can. Open those pretty legs wider, give me a few hours and I will make everything feel so good.”
“A few hours with you isn’t what I need.”
“Then tell me what you need so I can give it to you.”
She turned her head to avoid looking into my eyes. “I need for you to go.”
“I can’t do that. Not now, especially since I can’t help myself. I’m selfish and I just want it all. I have to have all of it.”
I released her hands, lifted her bra and went for it. From her breasts to her belly button, I tasted her sweetness. She squirmed around underneath me, and when I pulled her panties aside to swipe her moist folds with my tongue, she widened her legs and provided much access to all of it. I removed my clothes and didn’t hesitate to go all in. I had discovered Michelle’s weakness that night, and, unfortunately, she’d tapped into my weakness as well. The only thing I hoped was my desires for wanting to have it all—to have everything—wouldn’t lead to me being left with nothing at all. I could never envision that happening, and as long as I continued to adhere to the presidential playbook, I was on track to becoming one of the most successful and productive presidents ever. Then again, I guessed that depended on who you asked.
“I surrender, Mr. President,” Michelle whispered as I slow stroked her so well. “You . . . you got me.”
I halted my moves, pecked her lips and locked my eyes with hers. “I know, but you got me too.”
The lights went out, and as I made love to Michelle, I could hear several reporters in the background, conversing over the television.
The president is riding high. His poll numbers continue to increase, and the American people agreed with his assessment the other day. They are prepared to take action, and this upcoming midterm election is going to be brutal for numerous members of congress, both Democrats and Republicans. It finally feels like this country is moving in another direction. We have to give the president credit, and whether we agree with his approach or not, he seems to be getting the job done.
The other reporters agreed. All I could do in the moment was smile as I listened to Michelle on the verge of an orgasm and the reporters kind words. As president, it simply didn’t get any better than this.
Season 2: Episode 2
Change is Coming to the White House
President of the United States,
Stephen C. Jefferson
For now, I was riding high and things were going according to my plans. Raynetta had come to her senses, and after four lonely days and nights in the bunker cell, she was ready to come out and continue on in her role as the first lady. She wasn’t happy about it, but she understood that leaving the White had consequences. Divorcing me had consequences too and the truth was, we still needed each other. I needed her so the American people would stay on my side. She needed me because, no matter how bad things were, being the first lady positioned her to make a lot of money and be set for life whenever we left here. I wasn’t sure how she intended to handle the situation with Mr. McNeil being her grandfather, and a part of me felt like she was still in denial. We were barely speaking to each other and many of my nights were spent in the Oval Office. I didn’t want to sleep in the same bed as Raynetta, especially since she had given herself to another man. Of course I was upset about it, and I had to find out if Raynetta was as loyal as she often claimed to be. There were times when I purposely pushed her buttons, just to see how she would react. I guess she must’ve had enough of me being with other women. But for some reason, I thought she knew, deep in her heart, that none of the women I’d been with meant that much to me. Yes, I liked Michelle Peoples, a lot. If anyone had tampered with my heart, it was her. She was sweet, but being sweet was not enough to make me fall in love. I wasn’t even trying to go there, and the only people I’d have love for, right now, was my son, Joshua, and my mother. I missed the hell out of him, but he and his mother, Ina, were long gone. I had ways of finding out where they were, but since Joshua asked me to let him leave in peace, that was what I intended to do.
After my morning workout, I took a shower and changed into a navy suit that hugged my frame. My face was clean shaven and my waves were flowing. I had a meeting scheduled with a few members from my administration this morning, and after that, I was expected to join Senator Hines for a women’s rally in North Carolina. They were counting on me to make some changes with women’s health and equal pay. The prior administration had dropped the ball on women, and I had to do what I could to get congress to vote on legislation that was as fair to women, as it was to men. I certainly knew that making such changes was important, but as always, I was disappointed in Vice President Bass who was pushing back against these changes as well. With her being a woman, it didn’t make any sen
se to me. But nothing in politics made sense. Special interest groups controlled many members of congress, as well as the wealthy. They had a grip on VP Bass and ever since we’d worked together on gun control legislation, things had stalled.
It was my intentions to skip breakfast, but when I saw Raynetta in the dining room eating, I decided to join her. She appeared ready to go handle some business too. Her gray pantsuit had a belt that tightened at her waist and part of her hair was pinned up. Her makeup was caked on pretty thick; I assumed she wanted to cover the bruise on her face, compliments of General Stiles. As soon as I took a seat, I questioned her plans for the day. Without lifting her head, she stirred her grits that were topped with butter.
“Where I go is none of your damn business,” she barked.
I chuckled and looked at the server next to me. “Can I get you anything to eat, Mr. President?”
“Some coffee will be fine, along with a bowl of fruit.”
Raynetta added her two cents and finally looked up. “If you happen to have some poison, put some in his coffee. No one will ever know and your secret is safe with me.”
With a frown on his face, the server walked away. I wiped my lips with a napkin and smiled as I looked across the table at Raynetta. “Just so you know, threatening the president can get you jail time. And so can trying to get someone to harm me. Be real careful about what you say and how you treat me. I’m still your husband, and I am, indeed, the president.”
“That doesn’t mean anything, whatsoever, to me. Through my eyes, you’re a murderer, a liar, a cheater and a lousy ass husband. The American people have no idea who you really are, and once they figure it all out, I feel sorry for you. They’re going to chew you up and spit you out. So enjoy your time here as much as you can. I’m going to enjoy it too, but in the meantime, all I ask is that you keep your distance from me.”
“I promise you I will, and I’m slightly disappointed in you. By now, I thought you would’ve calmed down and come to your senses. But I guess you’re still upset about Alex, huh?”
“I couldn’t care less about Alex. He was your puppet and I’m sure he’s still somewhere alive and well. As for me coming to my senses, trust me, I have.”
Raynetta dropped her napkin on the table and got up. As she walked by me, I reached for her hand. In an instant, she snatched up a knife from the table and held it close to my face.
“Your days of touching me are over. I hate you Stephen and I should’ve killed you when I had a chance. Don’t make another opportunity present itself, and you can make sure that doesn’t happen by keeping your distance, as I kindly asked.”
She dropped the knife and it bounced on the floor. After she walked out, the server came in with my fruit and coffee. I sat in silence, enjoying breakfast without any more drama from my so-called wife.
Several hours later, I was done with my staff meeting and was on my way to North Carolina on Air Force One. The meeting was what I considered productive, and we had an outline of some of the items we wanted to see implemented in the bill for women’s equality. VP Bass griped the whole time, but with so many Democrats on my side, I ignored her suggestions that set women back, instead of moving them forward.
“Did you see the look on her face when you mentioned the meeting was adjourned?” my chief of staff, Andrew, said as we sat in my office. “She is going to be a problem for us. I wish there was some way to replace her.”
“Replace her with who? Another pain in the ass republican. No thanks. I’ll take my chances with her, and we may get her to come on our side this time. Especially, since this legislation pertains to women.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that. As the VP, she her vote may be needed to get us over the threshold. Too many members of the freedom caucus are planning to sit this one out. We need all the votes we can get, and unfortunately, we don’t have the support of every democrat.”
“Well, we just have to keep pushing. This rally is going to stir things up and many democrats won’t be able to buck their party and say no.”
“I hope you’re right, but you know how Washington works.”
I nodded because if anyone knew, I certainly did. It didn’t work, and we had so many issues looming.
The rally had me feeling high. After witnessing a sea of cheering women with signs waving in the air, I was ready to address them. Secret service surrounded me, and after I was introduced by Senator Hines, I strutted to the podium to speak to the roaring crowd. The thunderous applauses were so loud my eardrum felt like it was about to burst. A smile covered my face as I looked at the thousands of women gathered before me. I waited for the cheers to cease. That didn’t happen until nearly ten minutes later, and after everything quieted down, I lowered the microphone to my lips and prepared myself to let the women of this nation know whose side I was on.
“What’s up, ladies? It feels good to be here,” I said while nodding. “I can’t think of any other place I would rather be right now, and when I come, I always come with good news.”
The crowd roared again. And when things quieted down this time, I started to speak about many of the changes I had discussed with my administration earlier. The women cheered when I spoke about equal pay, they groaned when I mentioned what the previous administration had done and they chanted “leave our bodies to us” when I touched on the subject of women’s health. My speech lasted for nearly an hour. Everyone was hyped, and as I made my way through the crowd, shaking hands and signing autographs, several secret agents followed me.
“We love you, Mr. President,” one woman shouted from afar as I stopped to sign another woman’s T-shirt.
“I love all of you too,” I said and continued to sign my autograph on numerous pieces of papers that were shoved in my direction.
“Mr. President, can we come visit you at the White House,” another woman said. “We heard you be having some live parties. Why don’t we ever get invited?”
I laughed. “I wish that was true, but it’s not. I don’t have much time for partying.”
As those words left my mouth, one woman reached for my arms and snatched me closer to her. “I . . . I just want to fuck the—”
She paused when secret service pushed her back and threatened to arrest her. I kept it moving and when I felt someone touch my package, I looked up and saw a white chick smiling at me.
“Mr. President, do you have an internship available?”
She was also pushed back by Secret Service. One of my agents offered a suggestion. “I think we should go, Mr. President.”
I shrugged and kept moving through the crowd, shaking hands. One woman held on tight and squeezed my hand as I attempted to pull it back. When I looked at her, evil was in her eyes. Her stained yellow teeth were rotten and her dirty blonde hair needed conditioner and shampoo.
“Get out of my house, Nigger. You don’t belong there.”
As secret service grabbed her, she gathered spit in her mouth and released it directly in my face. I could feel it sliding down the right side of my cheek. Seconds later, secret service had wrestled her to the ground. A few other women in the crowd started to throw punches at her, and as the situation turned chaotic, I was rushed away by three other agents. One of them gave me a napkin to wipe my face.
“Thanks. Arrest her ass and do not release her until I give the order.”
That fast, I was pissed. Talking ill to me was one thing, but spitting in my face would bring about death.
President of the United States,
Stephen C. Jefferson
While on my way back to Washington, I had calmed down. I was disappointed, though, that today’s news wasn’t about the thousands of women who had shown up at the rally. It wasn’t about the proposals I had drafted with my administration to improve the lives of women. The coverage was all about me being spit on. About the numerous fights that had happened and about how many people had been arrested. There was a video being played over and over again, showing the man spitting in my face. It was downrigh
t disgusting, and it angered me on so many different levels.
“Who is he?” I asked Andrew while on Air Force One.
“According to his social media pages, he belongs to one of those white nationalist groups. His name is Paul Macon and he’s a loser. He’s unemployed, depends on the government for a disability check and he lives in a trailer park. His criminal record is long. Several assault charges, robbery charges and a possession of illegal substance charge. He did six months in jail and it appears that he coordinated with a few other people to attend the event and disrupt it. I’m upset about his actions, but I have to say this, Mr. President. If Secret Service can’t stop spit, how can they protect you from a bullet? I think they’re getting too relaxed again. Maybe some more heads need to roll.”
Before I could respond, there was a knock at the door. One of my Secret Service agents poked his head in the doorway to tell me someone from the press had asked to see me.
“Screw the press,” Andrew said and threw his hand back. His cheeks were red. I could tell he was frustrated about being interrupted. “Tell them the president is busy. We’re in the middle of an important conversation.”
“It’s a reporter,” the agent said. “She said it was urgent.”
“What’s her name?” I asked.
“Michelle. Michelle Peoples.”
Andrew released a frustrating sigh. I sat up in my chair and rubbed my waves back. “Andrew, let’s finish this conversation later.”
“How much later?” he snarled. “I need to discuss a few other things with you. And no disrespect, but I just want to know how long you’re going to be.”
“Not long. Wait for me in the communications suite. Get something strong to drink and find out more about Mr. Paul Macon for me.”
Andrew nodded. As he left my office, Michelle sauntered in. Her arms were folded across her chest. She wore a peach blouse and a tight tan skirt that hugged her P-shaped backside. Her natural hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and there wasn’t a drop of makeup on her blemish free, smooth chocolate face. I glanced at her model-shaped long legs that were poured over my broad shoulders about a week or so ago. I didn’t have time to reminisce about that night, because the somber look on her face told me something serious was on her mind.
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