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Courier New;}} \uc1\pard\qc\ulnone\b\f0\fs20 White house job.  \par By Open
Mike\par \par \pard\b0 The situations in this story are for comical and
erotic effect.  It is not intended to imply or indicate that the characters
real or fictional would indulge in the activity described.  It is not
intended to insult or besmirch the people involved although I may
besmirching them in other places.\par

   This story involves consensual sexual activity and yadda, yadda, keep it
away from children yadda, yadda, the characters of Paul and Jamie are owned
by someone else yadda, yadda, if your offended go away.  You know the
drill.\par \par \par

   Jamie Buchman had some explaining to do.  \par

   "Paul, I can't make it home tonight there's an important dinner I have
to attend."\par

   "How can that be?  This was supposed to be the night we livened up
our\par marriage.  You said you'd make time to do the new thing
tonight."\par

   "I know.  I was looking forward to the thing.  I want to do the thing,
I'm thinking of the thing right now.  I'll probably think of the thing all
through dinner."\par

   "Oh great so my wife will be eating dinner with someone else getting
horny all night." \par

   "Don't worry noone will be seducing anyone, it's dinner with the \par
president." \par

   "HELLO!"\par

   "Honey I promise I won't seduce the leader of the free world."\par

   "That's what Mrs Lewinsky heard before her daughter got her job." \par

   James Carville leaned over and whispered, "That reminds me, you have to
\par sign a form saying you won't before dinner."\par

   "OK I'm hanging up now."\par

   "Don't let him invoke executive priveledge."\par

   "It's not that sort of priveledge." \par

   "Work hard maybe he'll get you an internship."\par

   "Hanging up now."\par

   "I've always wanted to meet a state trooper."\par

   Jamie hung up and got ready for the dinner.  She changed into a low
slung blue dress, she kept the garter and suspenders she had put on for her
'scene' with Paul.  It was a prostitution fantasy, she had bought the
langerie and some hot pants especially.  \par

   He had done a documentary on the hookers in Time Square and mentioned
\par that they looked attractive.  She was outraged that he found the
blatant \par whorish display of flesh arousing.  A woman should be valued
for her mind, \par personality and sense of humour.  She shouldn't have
asked if Paul \par wanted her to dress like that.  When he said it "would
make a nice change." it sparked weeks of accusations and bitterness.  Jamie
prided herself that their relationship was based on respect not sheer
carnality.  It was a relationship of equals where sex was to join souls not
bodies.  If this meant it wasn't as wild as it could have been it more than
compensated for by the friendship and trust she experienced in her
marriage.\par

   But now more and more often she was driving past Times Square looking at
them flaunting themselves, unconcerned with decorum or self-control.  They
could do anything no matter how dirty or depraved and get away with it. 
She began to think of how good it would be to allow herself that
abandonment.  To become a tramp, a harlot or most exciting of all a slut.
\par

   At dinner the President had obviously been staring down her dress.  \par
Several times Jamie saw him reach under the table to "adjust" himself.  At
\par first she was disgusted but the feeling of power grew with his obvious
arousal.  The most powerful man in the world was getting turned on by her.
Hillary didn't seem to mind, complimenting Jamie's dress and laughing at
her jokes.  \par

   After dinner Hillary went off to talk to someone about health care.  The
other representatives of Jamie's firm had to talk to various officals and
suddenly she was alone with Bill.  He started to talk about how he wasn't
sure her firm were good enough liars to represent him.  \par

   "That's not true we're fantasic liar's.  We lie all the time, I didn't
\par really like your wife's dress.  I voted for Bush, nothing I said
tonight was true.  I don't believe in health care reform.  Screw the
deficit as long as I get my tax break.  I don't think family values are
important, they suck..." \par

   "That's great I need someone really quite morally flexible to defend my
\par womanising and accepting bribes from Tiwanese officals..."\par

   "I thought it was Chinese officals."\par

   "In retrospect I should have just picked one side and stuck with
it."\par

   "I think it was very fair of you to be take from both sides."\par

   "Really?"\par

   "No, see?  We're really sleazy we've don't know what morals are."\par

   "Very good, but I'd like you to prove how sleazy you can be.  If you
pass your firm gets the job.  Do a little dance."\par

   "Dance?"\par

   "Yeah a sleazy dance, to show how low you can go."\par

   "But my husband..."\par

   "You think family values suck.  So hustle that arse."\par

   Jamie started to run her hands over her body and walk her in a slow
slutty swinging way to the stereo to put on some music.  It was o.k.  to do
this she thought, she had no choice.  If I don't we'll lose the contract
and I'll be fired, it's just a dance.  She started to sway to the music and
lifted her skirt halfway up her arse.  As she bent over she saw the
presidental penis emerging and expanding.  He spat on his hand and began a
rapid up and down motion.  \par

   "Why did you pick me to do this?"\par

   "Did I ask you to talk?  I want a show here, tramp."\par

   The words shocked and shamed Jamie, here was a man who wanted her as a
\par cute ass, perky set of tits, as a pussy.  She blushed deeper because
the \par thought caused her pussy to throb.  I want to be respected she
thought, but \par deep down she knew it wasn't true.  So she turned to face
him, still bent over double, reached her hand down the front of that dress
and removed her bra.  he could see right down the front as she played with
her nipples and the other hand slid between her thighs.  \par

   "That's very good, here have a tip." He held out a $20 jamie knew what
to do she let him stuff it down her dress getting a good feel of both tits.
She turned around, got on her hands and knees, he stuffed another down her
panties grabbing and pinching her ass.  He pulled another $20 out.  Struck
by sudden inspiration Jamie took his arm and started to lick the hand with
the money.  Wrapping her tongue around each finger in turn and sucking them
into her mouth.\par

   "Do you like that Bill?  I can call you Bill can't I?  "\par

   "Oh GOD you're a great whore I knew it the moment I saw you." \par

   Jamie realised that she had passed the point of no return.  She could
not resist putting two fingers up her pussy.  Pushing aside her panties to
show the president what she was doing.  That got her a hundred and a
feeling of being a better slut, a high class hooker.  She slipped her dress
down of her chest and breathed on his prick whispering "two hundred for
head, 5 in my ass and pussy.".  $700 was roughly thrust into her hand. 
Clinton hauled her around facing away from him.  \par

   "Put some pussy juice on that prick if you don't want your ass torn
up."\par

   Jamies pussy twitched tighter as she realised that she engaging in her
\par favourite sexual activity, a handjob.  Handjobs had always offered her
the \par beauty of spurting seed without having to rinse your mouth.  She
dipped her \par whole hand into her pussy (the one sexual advantage of
childbirth) and then \par lovingly rotated it around his cock with a slight
up and down action.  \par

   Before she could persuade him to come all over her (something she felt
she was entitled to by now), Bill shoved it hard up her ass.  Paul had
always hurt her on their rare ass adventures but Bill was just the right
size.  He came almost immediately, one powerful squirt and then two or
three little shudders.\par

   Suddenly Jamie heard Hillary cry, "Now eat it bitch."\par

   "Mrs.  Clinton I can ex..." A hand came down hard on Jamies butt.\par

   "Zip it!  I spend the whole dinner flirting with you and you fuck my
\par husband instead!  Now swallow him while I get what I want."\par

   Jamie felt the power of the woman before her and shivered in fear and
lust.  She swallowed the president whole as the first lady wriggled her
fingers inside her and swirled her tongue around her clit.  All the time
the first lady's right hand steadily spanked her hard across the butt.  She
whispered 'do you like his come bitch?  I bet you swallow it all
whore'.\par

   Bill's seed pumped down Jamies throat just a bit too soon for her own
\par orgasm.  But she didn't dispair but kept it in her cheeks and
deepkissed \par Hillary passing on the president's bounty back to it's
rightful owner.  \par Hillary increased the tempo of her finger frigging
and kissing her way down.  When she reached that beautiful clit and they
both had five fingers inside each other Jamie exploded.\par

   After a while Hillary got Jamie cleaned up and dressed (the president
had passed out).  \par

   "I'm sorry I called you a bitch there sweetheart.  I just got..."\par

   "A bit excited I know.  So did I.  You were my first woman and you were
\par 10,000 times better than my first man."\par

   "Don't suck up dear you got the job."\par

   "No really, Bill was OK but you made me feel like a helpless sex toy for
your pleasure."\par

   "You'll be handling the health care education campaign so I'll be
working with you and the producer.  Often long into the night." \par

   "Producer?"\par

   "Yes we need someone with TV documentary experience, hardworking with
a\par nice butt and a big hard cock.  I suggest Buchman productions but
it's really your choice." \par

   "Won't your husband..."\par

   "Husbands do what they're told Jamie.  That's why we put up with
them."\par \par \par }