Chapter 71: White House Conversation

There was an urgent knock on my bedroom door.

“Mr. Michael,” Pricilla’s voice called out.

“Come in,” I called out.

She opened the door enough to let me see her. She looked worried. “There’s a phone call for you.”

“Who could be calling me? I just talked with the girls,” I thought. “No one else knows I’m here. “

I followed Pricilla back down the massive staircase. She picked up the handset lying next to the phone on the table in the entryway.

“Hello. This is Michael Wagner,” I said into the receiver.

“Please hold for the President’s Chief Counsel, Mr. Wagner,” the female voice told me.

There was a brief pause then a voice that I recognized from television over forty years ago said, “Hello, this is John Dean, is this Mrs. Wagner?”

“I’m sorry Mr. Dean; this is Michael Wagner, her grandson. How may I help you?”

“Son, can you get your grandmother for me? This is rather important,” he said rather arrogantly.

“You know, John? Your arrogance will be your downfall one day,” I told him prophetically. “For the record, I am not your son. However, as of noon today, I am the President of Wagner Industries.”

“What? What did you...” he sputtered, before finally saying, “Why wasn’t I told about this?”

I didn’t know if he was asking me, or someone there with him, but I answered anyway. “The Board of Directors met this morning. There will be a press release going out later today. Now. What can I do for you?”

“This is preposterous! I can’t deal with some goddamned, snot-nosed kid who...”

I hung up.

I walked to the kitchen and asked Pricilla for a glass of milk. When the phone started ringing, I told her, “Don’t bother. I’ll get it,” as I let it continue to ring.

I picked up the kitchen phone on the seventh ring.

“Now see here, I’m the President’s Chief Counsel, and I told you...”

I dropped the receiver back on the hook.

“Pricilla, do you know how to reach John? He’s at the office, I think.”

Pricilla picked up the phone and dialed a number, then handed it to me. “Mr. John just called and ask me to send Wilson for him and Mr. Jeff. He hasn’t had time to get there yet, so they should still be at the office,” she told me.

He was, and I started to tell him what had happened when he abruptly cut me off.

“Can you do what you did for Sarah from there?” he asked cryptically.

“Sure, but why?” I thought to him as I hung up the phone. It began to ring immediately.

I picked it back up.

“This is Bob Haldeman. I am the White House Chief of Staff. May I speak to the young man who was just talking to Mr. Dean?” the voice said politely.

John was still connected and I heard him as he thought “Oh, no! What has he done now?”

“This is Michael Wagner, Mr. Haldeman,” I replied into the receiver as John held his breath.

“Are you Greg Wagner’s grandson? And did you just tell the President’s Chief Counsel that you have taken over as President of Wagner Industries?” he asked.

“Geeze, these guys are sure hung up on their titles,” I thought to John.

“Yes, sir. To both,” I replied.

There was a muffled sound as he covered the receiver on the other end, then I heard “ ... well let me handle it.”

Then to me, he said, “Michael, may I ask how old you are?”

“I’m sixteen, sir.”

“If you’re just sixteen, how did you become the president of a major corporation?”

“Well, technically, while the board approved it this morning, it’s still pending my emancipation petition being approved in two weeks, and my getting enrolled at Townsend High School,” I informed him.

“High school? You’re serious? You’re only sixteen?”

“Yes, sir. That’s what I said.”

He covered the receiver again. When he came back, he politely asked, “Is there any way we can speak to your grandmother, Mrs. Catherine Wagner?”

“Mr. Haldeman, if I disturb her right now, you will ask her to reconsider the arrangements Wagner Industries made with the Russians concerning the price for the fuel process. She will consider that a breach of ethics on their part, for involving you, and thereby forcing her to destroy the plant ten minutes from now,” I explained. “Sir, you really don’t want to be the cause of disturbing an entire community on a Friday afternoon. The resulting negative publicity would mess up the President’s whole weekend.”

He muffled the receiver as I waited for him to return.

“Why would she destroy her own plant?” he asked incredulously.

“Mr. Haldeman, I’m sure that Count Volkonsky has already explained all this to you. I will contact their embassy in a few minutes, but if you speak to him before I do, would you tell him that the price just went up to one and a half billion dollars?” I stated flatly.

“A billion and a half dollars! That’s ridiculous! You can’t do that!” he shouted into the phone.

I heard John groan in my mind. “They’re supposed to be the sharpest minds in the country, and they don’t know any better than to tell a teenager that he CAN”T do something!” he thought.

When it was quiet, I put the phone back to my ear as I said, “Mr. Haldeman, I most certainly can and I just did. The Russians knew the risk before they involved you.”

He didn’t bother to cover the receiver this time as he tried to calm a frustrated Chief Counsel. “Look John, you’re not going to intimidate this kid. If he’s on the up-and-up, he has almost as much clout with the Russians as we do, right now,” I heard Haldeman tell John Dean.

I could tell they were really worried about having to tell the Russians the price had gone up because they had called.

“Uh ... Mr. Haldeman?” I said into the phone.

“Yes,” he responded sharply.

“I think I have a solution for you,” I told him.

That got his attention.

“What kind of solution?” Bob asked me warily.

“Well, the White House doesn’t really care if the Russians have to pay for killing my folks, that’s just less money they’ll have for the advancement of communism, Right?

“Er ... okay...?” he replied even more warily.

“What you don’t want, is to have to tell them this phone call cost them a half billion dollars, right?”

“Go on,” he said cautiously.

“Well, I’ll tell you what, Mr. Haldeman. I’ll forget about increasing the price if you’ll do me a little favor.”

I explained what I wanted. His ears perked up and he began to ask me lots of questions. I answered them as best I could. When he finished he said, “So this is it? This is all you want?”

“Yes, sir. Well that ... and to be treated with a little respect,” I told him.

There was a rustling on the line and a new voice spoke for the first time.

“Son, if you handle everyone the way you just did the Oval Office today, you’ll earn that respect on your own,” the voice said.

“Thank you, Mr. President,” I said as I hung up the phone.

Pricilla was standing there, her hand over her mouth, eyes wide, as she stared at me.

“You sure ‘nough has changed, Michael. That was da President! Of the U-nited States, you was talking to?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.

“And Peter says you is a prince now, too?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied. I couldn’t help the amused smile that crossed my face at her antics.

Pricilla eyed me suspiciously, as the conflict raged in her mind.

“What? You don’t believe that was really the White House?” I asked her.

“My momma done said that leopards can’t change their spots,” she replied. I could tell she was close to asking me who I was and what had I done with the real Michael.

“Pricilla, your mother is right. But sometimes, those spots seem to change as the cub grows up. I’ll be glad to tell you of my experiences, first hand. But they would have to remain just between us.”

She settled onto a stool at the end of the counter, and looked at me expectantly, as I leaned against the counter drinking my milk. The CIA had nothing on Pricilla when it came to gathering information. So without too many details, I told her of waking up with my memories missing, but a sense of a mission. I told her about meeting my spirit guide, and finished with telling her the story of helping the princesses, and their mother.

“You means to tell me, that you’s a prince now, and you’re gonna be the daddy of a queen?” she asked me.

“Miz Prissy, you told my momma, when I was born, that I was special,” I told her.

She just nodded in confirmation. Since I was reading the memories straight from her mind, I had also seen that she longed for me to call her ‘Miz Prissy’ as I had done as a small boy.

“Well, there’s no doubt I have been blessed,” I said.

“That’s sure ‘nough the truth of it!” she said.

I went on to explain some of my mission, at least what I understood. She was all ears as she soaked up the stories. Coming from the bayous of Louisiana, she never doubted my contact with the Old One, but she was suspicious of the FBI having an agent in the house to guard me.

“I’ll tell you what, Miz Prissy. After you meet Agent Lane, will you tell me if you think I should hire her away from the FBI to work for me?”

“What’s wrong with David?” she asked, suddenly concerned about the change.

I couldn’t leave that one unaddressed, so I spent the rest of an hour, reviewing my plans for the future with her, and trying to avoid eating everything she sat in front of me. It was a small symbol of our relationship, that she felt warranted in questioning my plans, but I took it as she intended. She was just looking after the little boy as she had done for most of the last fifteen years.

While she was not happy with Nicky and me moving to Tennessee, she reckoned it was better for Nicky to be raised with her cousins, instead of alone in this big old house.

I also spent considerable time reading her memories of the previous Michael’s life. Unintentionally, she was an incredible help, filling in some of the important things I didn’t know. For instance, she was aware of what Beth had said about my unwanted advances. I still hadn’t decided what to do about that relationship.

“You do understand, Miz Prissy, that what I have shared with you, could cause Grandmother and Nicky much harm if it were to get out?” I asked. I hadn’t intended to tell her as much as I had, but I sensed that somehow, it was important that she understand and support me. I didn’t know that it would help to save Catherine’s life later.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about me, boy. I’ve worked for your Granddaddy and your Grandma for years. And I knows whens to keep my mouth shut,” she said as she smiled at me.

“Well, I guess I should go grab a shower and change. The princesses, and all the rest of the girls, should be home soon,” I said.

“Lands sakes! We have ourselfs a real live Queen coming for supper and I haven’t even got it started!” she cried and immediately yelled for Wilson.

“Wilson’s not back yet. Can I help you?” I asked.

She stopped what she was doing and just stared. “Well, I guess that-there leopard HAS changed his spots!” she thought. “That child ain’t never even offered to helps nobody before!”

Then out loud she said, “You just gits out of my way, boy. I’ve got plenty to do before that queen lady gets here. We wouldn’t want her comin’ home to no supper!”

I was lying in my bed, almost asleep, when the Russian infiltrator jumped on me, trying to kill me with ... her kisses?

“Oooo, Michael! Wait ‘til you see what I bought to wear for you when we are all alone!” she purred in my ear between kisses.

Okay. So I was having the best bad dream I’d had in a while. I was awake now, and slowly realizing that the infiltrator was not an enemy, but Princess Ileana. Which meant the girls must be back from their shopping.

Ileana was surprised at my lack of response, and stopped what she was doing and just looked at me. Realizing I was still half asleep, she slid off the bed and lifted the sheet.

Two things immediately became apparent to Ileana. One, I sleep in the nude. And two, no matter how unresponsive I was, Little Mike did not have that problem. Especially when sixteen-year-old sexual dynamos woke him up by rubbing themselves against him as Ileana had been doing.

Maybe it was because I wasn’t as awake as I thought I was. Or maybe because teenage sex kittens are super-fast. But before I could stop her, Ileana had shed her panties and straddled me, burying my hard shaft as deep as she could in her teenage pussy.

And by the time I WAS coherent enough to stop her, I was also coherent enough to ask myself, “WHY, for heaven’s sake, would I do something stupid as that?”

So I just lay there and let the princess do most of the work as I ran my hands under her blouse and fondled her breasts while I scanned her.

Ileana was just letting off steam. At dinner last night, I had asked her mother to let her stay in America with me. Ileana was excited that her mother was even considering it. Not to mention that she also liked to have her nipples pinched while she drove her ‘royal haka Leena’ up and down on Little Mike.

I let her take the lead, and tried to give her what would feel the best. Since she was so wired about staying with me, I knew that she wouldn’t last long. She started bouncing so much, I was afraid of her letting Little Mike slip out, which could be painful for both of us at the frenzied pace she was moving, so I moved my hands to her hips, forcing her to rake her clitoris over the base of my shaft and my pubic bone.

She began to talk to me, commanding me to “do it, Michael!” and “harder!” But my favorite was the one in her native tongue that sounded like “go-to-the-store!” that she repeated over and over, getting louder and louder, until she squealed her climax before slowly toppled over, still on her knees, smothering me with the blouse and bra that had gotten pushed up around her shoulders.

“Holy Crap! Do I look like that when I cum?” Jenny exclaimed.

I couldn’t see because of the way Ileana’s hair covered my face and head, but I immediately tuned in. Four of my five teenage cousins, plus both their moms, were crowded in the doorway of my bedroom.

Sarah was busy answering Jenny’s question in her mind.

“You certainly do, Baby!” as she recalled Jenny’s first time.

“Damn! How did she get to him before I did?” Julie thought.

“All right everybody! Let’s go. Let’s get out and give them some privacy,” Debbie finally said.

“Aw-w-w,” Julie started. “Why do we hafta go now? She’s through.”

Debbie just grabbed Julie’s hand and pulled her out the door. The rest followed, with Sarah closing the door.

“Thank you!” I thought to Debbie gratefully.

“Oh, you will!” she thought. “You most certainly will!” as she giggled to herself.

“I have embarrassed you, no?” Ileana whispered in my ear without moving.

“No,” I told her as I pushed her back up so she could see my face. “You DID NOT embarrass me. You did, however, thrill me! You pleased me! You made my heart very glad!”

She was focusing on my words to make sure she didn’t misunderstand. So when I flexed my cock, which was still hard and still buried in her still quivering pussy, she squeaked as she jumped.

“You want more?” she asked. The two days that she had shared me with her sister, hadn’t given us enough time to work on the little nuances of a relationship, such as helping your partner finish. Quite frankly, she hadn’t even thought about having a relationship, since she assumed she would be going home pregnant, to rarely, if ever, see me again.

On the other hand, I hadn’t been suffering from lack of attention in my own sex life lately. And I was enjoying being alone with her for the first time. Ileana was much more than a princess, and my goal was to help her see that.

“I am here to serve you, my wife,” I replied with sincerity.

“Je suis mariée à un dieu,” she cried softly as she slowly began to move her hips and pelvis against mine.

Hand in hand we descended the grand staircase together. From the sounds coming from the dining room, it hadn’t been hard to figure out where everyone else was.

“Je suis mariée à un dieu,” she said again as she looked at me dreamily. “I really am married...” she thought, ” ... to a god!”

I just squeezed her hand.

I could feel myself slipping. I had promised myself that I would not fall in love. That I would not allow myself to be hurt again. But Ileana’s heart was close to capturing mine. I could sense the connection we were making on a deeper level. I decided to quit fighting it and just wait and see. Time would tell. And if the last hour was any indication, it should be a fantastic time indeed.

Of course, the conversation stopped as we entered the room. I figured it was because of my Yankees’ uniform top that Ileana was now wearing. It had never looked that sexy on me. She had dug it out of my closet to put on when we were cleaning up. Her own blouse and bra had gotten a little messed up when I pulled out of her as I came. I had decided to assist her in her efforts not to get pregnant, and made a mental note to have Catherine help her get on the pill as soon as possible.

I would have thought the other girls would have been more compassionate, in light of the fact that Ileana was obviously in the grip of some major post-coital bliss. But they simply jumped on that fact as they began teasing her unmercifully.

“Where have you been, Ileana? We were all beginning to worry!” Nicky teased.

“It’s only because she got to him first!” Julie quipped.

“I don’t remember her buying a Yankees’ shirt today, do you?” Randi asked.

Even her mom got into it, saying to Catherine, “your home is so big. Ileana must have become lost!”

Everyone laughed as Ileana blushed deeper and deeper, but said nothing as she clung to my hand.

Even with her blushing, the flush of our lovemaking was still obvious on her face, and even with all the teasing, I could sense several feelings of envy.

Finally, in a somewhat meek voice, she said, “I am afraid my husband got carried away!”

I don’t know if she planned it that way, but her words caused everyone to suddenly become quiet. For a moment, I thought that someone had mentioned E.F.Hutton. Then I realized those commercials wouldn’t even be out for another decade.