Mr. President
One
“Morning!” Jack smiled as he made his way through the rather hectic and messy news office, two cups of coffee in hand. All the employees bellowed a good morning in reply as he navigated through all the people in papers. He breathed it all in as he walked into his bosses office. God, he loved his job.
“Good morning, Barakat!” His boss greeted him and nodded his head towards the seat in front of his big mahogany desk. Jack sat down and slid the cup over to his boss, still holding that ever enthusiastic grin. That’s why everyone loved him so much. He was just so damned likable.
“Morning, Sir!” Jack chirped as his boss took a sip of the delectable, hot beverage. The man made a small sound of content as it slid down his throat. It was absolutely delicious. Jack was one of the best coffee makers in the business, not to mention he was extremely talented in his new reporting. The boss was always excited to see what the young man had managed to brew up each week for the paper.
“I have a very important job for you today” The boss said as he leaned back in his big leather seat. Jack nodded eagerly as he casually sipped on his coffee. He was ready for anything his boss had to throw at him. He was always up for a challenge.
“You heard that yesterday was the inauguration of President Gaskarth, yes?” He questioned Jack, who nodded eagerly. Oh he’d heard alright. Of course he had! He had been there to watch the whole thing in D.C. It had been quite a dream. It was even more astounding considering President Gaskarth was about his age, being the youngest president of America ever. He admired him though he didn’t exactly agree with his rather stupid beliefs. Jack was curious to how he’d managed to pull off being so damned stupid and under the age limit.
“Well, I’m sending you to D.C. to do some uh…snooping” The boss smirked and Jack couldn’t help but return the look. What an evil genius that man was! Jack rubbed his hands together, excited for the task at hand. He was determined to figure out what it was that made the president tick. What made his boxers get all in a bunch?
“When do I leave?” Jack questioned and his boss clapped his hands in joy. He knew Jack would take this on, no questions asked. He snapped his fingers and the door to his office opened. His secretary came in with two big bags and Jack’s eyebrows shot up as his boss pulled out a plane ticket to D.C.
“How’s today sound?” His boss grinned. Jack’s eyes lit up with excitement. He’d have to tell his wife, but he was sure she wouldn’t mind at all.
“Perfect”
***
“As president you have a lot of social responsibility, much more than any other citizen,” One of the congress members blabbed on and Alex rolled his eyes. He was sat at his desk in the Oval Office, his feet propped up on the desk. He didn’t give a damn what captain blabber mouth had to say. He knew damn well what the hell he was doing.
“Alright, Charles-” Alex began to cut him off
“It’s Arthur, sir” The man seemed flustered by the president’s slip up, blinking at the man in disbelief.
“Yeah. Whatever. You’re dismissed. I know what I’m doing, Artie” Alex snapped his fingers before Arthur could protest or even correct his name. What an asshole. The body guards led him out and Alex began to whistle happily. Fuck he loved his job.
***
“Hey, babe,” Jack smiled as he walked out of the airport and into the Washington D.C. air, his cell phone placed closely to his ear. He took in a big whiff of air. Smells like politics.
“You make it alright?” Holly, Jack’s wife, asked over the phone. She was all the way back in Baltimore and he already missed her. His excitement had not dulled though as he made his way to a cab.
“Yes, Honey. I’m safe and sound. I’m gonna check into a hotel and then head out to The White House” he informed her as he put his bags in the trunk of the cab. He closed it before climbing into the back seat. The driver looked over at him expectantly.
“Take me to the hotel closes to The White House, please,” Jack asked, holding the phone to the side and pressing his palm against the microphone. The driver nodded and they were on their way.
“I’ll see you in a few days, babe. Promise,” Jack said quietly before closing his phone and looking out the window. The drive wasn’t as long as he had expected. The traffic was nonexistent. He’d gotten lucky. When they pulled up to the hotel, Jack pulled out his wallet and handed the driver a twenty. He climbed out, got his bags and then waved goodbye to the grateful looking man. He let out a soft sigh as he turned to the hotel.
“Time to get to business” He said softly to himself before entering the building with the utter most confidence.
***
“You did what?” Lisa yelled in disbelief at Alex who was still had his feet up on his desk like he ran the place…which ironically he did. Alex let out a soft, annoyed sigh at his wife. Why had he married her again?
“I accidentally called Arthur “Charles” and now he’s being a butt hurt little bastard and doesn’t want to pass my damned law,” Alex sat up finally and hit his fist on the desk. The stupid little prick was going to get punished for this. He did not like to be fucked with. Or well not in this manner.
“That was a stupid move on your part, Gaskarth” Lisa was leaned over the desk, her palms pressed against the mahogany. Alex couldn’t help but be slightly distracted by her breast hanging out of her dress.
“When am I not making a stupid move?” He challenged, standing to his feet. His tone was laced with anger and slight…seduction? Lisa flushed slightly at the realization as her whole body tensed, staying in the position as he walked around the desk to stand behind her. His hands ran up her dress and pulled on the back of her panties.
“You have a point there” She said, her voice all hot and bothered now as he ran his fingers in between her thighs. He smirked, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, the tyrant inside of him speaking now.
“I’m going to take you on this desk” Lisa’s back arched in compliance with his words.
“Ye-yes sir” She whispered. He was about the start unbuckling his pants when he heard a loud bang. His hands quickly moved away and he found his way back into his seat before Lisa knew what was happening. A guard came busting in, dragging a man inside who was struggling against his grasps. Their eyes met and Alex knew he couldn’t let him go.
“Good morning, Barakat!” His boss greeted him and nodded his head towards the seat in front of his big mahogany desk. Jack sat down and slid the cup over to his boss, still holding that ever enthusiastic grin. That’s why everyone loved him so much. He was just so damned likable.
“Morning, Sir!” Jack chirped as his boss took a sip of the delectable, hot beverage. The man made a small sound of content as it slid down his throat. It was absolutely delicious. Jack was one of the best coffee makers in the business, not to mention he was extremely talented in his new reporting. The boss was always excited to see what the young man had managed to brew up each week for the paper.
“I have a very important job for you today” The boss said as he leaned back in his big leather seat. Jack nodded eagerly as he casually sipped on his coffee. He was ready for anything his boss had to throw at him. He was always up for a challenge.
“You heard that yesterday was the inauguration of President Gaskarth, yes?” He questioned Jack, who nodded eagerly. Oh he’d heard alright. Of course he had! He had been there to watch the whole thing in D.C. It had been quite a dream. It was even more astounding considering President Gaskarth was about his age, being the youngest president of America ever. He admired him though he didn’t exactly agree with his rather stupid beliefs. Jack was curious to how he’d managed to pull off being so damned stupid and under the age limit.
“Well, I’m sending you to D.C. to do some uh…snooping” The boss smirked and Jack couldn’t help but return the look. What an evil genius that man was! Jack rubbed his hands together, excited for the task at hand. He was determined to figure out what it was that made the president tick. What made his boxers get all in a bunch?
“When do I leave?” Jack questioned and his boss clapped his hands in joy. He knew Jack would take this on, no questions asked. He snapped his fingers and the door to his office opened. His secretary came in with two big bags and Jack’s eyebrows shot up as his boss pulled out a plane ticket to D.C.
“How’s today sound?” His boss grinned. Jack’s eyes lit up with excitement. He’d have to tell his wife, but he was sure she wouldn’t mind at all.
“Perfect”
***
“As president you have a lot of social responsibility, much more than any other citizen,” One of the congress members blabbed on and Alex rolled his eyes. He was sat at his desk in the Oval Office, his feet propped up on the desk. He didn’t give a damn what captain blabber mouth had to say. He knew damn well what the hell he was doing.
“Alright, Charles-” Alex began to cut him off
“It’s Arthur, sir” The man seemed flustered by the president’s slip up, blinking at the man in disbelief.
“Yeah. Whatever. You’re dismissed. I know what I’m doing, Artie” Alex snapped his fingers before Arthur could protest or even correct his name. What an asshole. The body guards led him out and Alex began to whistle happily. Fuck he loved his job.
***
“Hey, babe,” Jack smiled as he walked out of the airport and into the Washington D.C. air, his cell phone placed closely to his ear. He took in a big whiff of air. Smells like politics.
“You make it alright?” Holly, Jack’s wife, asked over the phone. She was all the way back in Baltimore and he already missed her. His excitement had not dulled though as he made his way to a cab.
“Yes, Honey. I’m safe and sound. I’m gonna check into a hotel and then head out to The White House” he informed her as he put his bags in the trunk of the cab. He closed it before climbing into the back seat. The driver looked over at him expectantly.
“Take me to the hotel closes to The White House, please,” Jack asked, holding the phone to the side and pressing his palm against the microphone. The driver nodded and they were on their way.
“I’ll see you in a few days, babe. Promise,” Jack said quietly before closing his phone and looking out the window. The drive wasn’t as long as he had expected. The traffic was nonexistent. He’d gotten lucky. When they pulled up to the hotel, Jack pulled out his wallet and handed the driver a twenty. He climbed out, got his bags and then waved goodbye to the grateful looking man. He let out a soft sigh as he turned to the hotel.
“Time to get to business” He said softly to himself before entering the building with the utter most confidence.
***
“You did what?” Lisa yelled in disbelief at Alex who was still had his feet up on his desk like he ran the place…which ironically he did. Alex let out a soft, annoyed sigh at his wife. Why had he married her again?
“I accidentally called Arthur “Charles” and now he’s being a butt hurt little bastard and doesn’t want to pass my damned law,” Alex sat up finally and hit his fist on the desk. The stupid little prick was going to get punished for this. He did not like to be fucked with. Or well not in this manner.
“That was a stupid move on your part, Gaskarth” Lisa was leaned over the desk, her palms pressed against the mahogany. Alex couldn’t help but be slightly distracted by her breast hanging out of her dress.
“When am I not making a stupid move?” He challenged, standing to his feet. His tone was laced with anger and slight…seduction? Lisa flushed slightly at the realization as her whole body tensed, staying in the position as he walked around the desk to stand behind her. His hands ran up her dress and pulled on the back of her panties.
“You have a point there” She said, her voice all hot and bothered now as he ran his fingers in between her thighs. He smirked, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, the tyrant inside of him speaking now.
“I’m going to take you on this desk” Lisa’s back arched in compliance with his words.
“Ye-yes sir” She whispered. He was about the start unbuckling his pants when he heard a loud bang. His hands quickly moved away and he found his way back into his seat before Lisa knew what was happening. A guard came busting in, dragging a man inside who was struggling against his grasps. Their eyes met and Alex knew he couldn’t let him go.