Presidents in Private: Sarah Palin - Sex Stories

Presidents in Private: Sarah Palin

"Fuck this shit," she hissed, throwing the door shut behind her with a loud bang. "Just fuck it all." Joe sighed. He stood by the door, hands crossed as he'd learned, waiting for her to calm down. He didn't understand much of politics, but it seemed that the day wasn't going all too well for her. She let herself fall on her sofa and huffed a little while he waited, staring absently into space. This private security job certainly beat policing a strip mall, as he had done before, but there were things about it that he could do without. Overtime, for one. Enduring her temper tantrums, for another. At 42, Joe Crump didn't want to score any points anymore, he just wanted to go home. The other side of the door was guarded by this new kid, what's his name? Elroy, or something. They got him off the Alaskan guard and he was just a clueless little fucker, straight out of high school, with no experience on nothing. "Who do those fuckers think they are?" she suddenly yelled at the wall. "Who do they think I am???" she continued, looking at Joe. He raised his eyebrows, staring back startled. "Uh, I'm sorry, Ma'am," he replied. She paid him no mind and just continued, talking herself into a frenzy. "I'm the fucking candidate, that's who! I'll be their president one day, the first female president of the gol'darn United Americas!" "Yes, Mrs. Palin," Joe replied. "Fuck that," she said, spitting the words out like bile. "You might as well call me President right now, you hear?" "Yes, Ma'am ...

... President," Joe said, trying to sound convinced. "You! Fix me a fucking drink," she said, pointing at the young kid next to Joe. The boy shook his head, as if he had just woken from a sleep. Looking questioningly at Joe, the older man just shrugged. "Ah, Mrs. Palin?" he said hesitantly. "Did you even hear a word of what I just said?" she replied angrily. "Now get a drink for your president!" The kid staggered towards the kitchen and Joe heard glasses clatter until he returned moments later with a straight shot of something that looked like Whisky. He sighed, thinking about how good it would be to have one himself right now. Shyly, the young man handed the glass to the angry woman. She nodded, grabbing it with her left hand and taking a long sip, finally leaning back into the sofa. "Good boy," she said to him. "What's your name?" "Eh... Leroy, Mrs. Pal... Ma'am President," the kid replied. "Leroy Peak." "Ah, who cares," she sighed, laughing a little. "You're a nice kid, but you need to losen up. Like Joe here. Right Joe?" she said towards the older man who was still standing by the door. Joe just nodded. "Come on over here," she said to him, gesticulating with her finger in a slightly seductive way. "Gotta tell you a secret." Joe tried to smile and walked up to her, standing besides Leroy. "Yes, Mrs. President?" he said as calm as possible. "Do you know why I hired you?" she asked. Joe shrugged. He never gave it a thought, and he never really cared. "Because you're black, and ...