Chapter 15

The very next day the new vice-president and her husband were given the grand tour of her wing of the White House. Her new secretary Vivian Green called "Vi" showed her around. The last room shown to them was the opulent bathroom with its gold plated faucets and marble bathtub and shower. The showing took almost an hour before Gabrielle dismissed Vi locking the door behind her. She noticed that Vi was a tall, slender, pretty black woman who was Woodhouse's secretary. She asked Vi if she would remain on and keep on with her present job. She agreed immediately with a big happy smile on her face.

"Lets get this overwith," Chris chuckled, turning her back to him, bending her over the glass topped desk, lifting her skirt and pulling down her thong panties. Being in her mid fourties she still had a nice taut ass.

"Not now," she begged off.

"NOW!" he insisted.

"I hope there isn't any videos," she glanced around. She felt the head of his cock tapping against her pussy. She loved it when he did this to her. It made her get wet in a hurry.

"We'll give them a show," he joked, sliding his hardness up and down her crack. He finally penetrated her slowly. Over the years she went from a rough and tumble type of fucking to a slow, tender, gentle lovemaking.

"Some show," she drew a big breath as he reached as far as he could go. She had thought of this since wakening up this morning. More than once she thought of doing exactly this act. Her short arms stretched with her fingers barely able to hold the other side.

They got into a slow rhythm then took their time. She felt her breast being kneaded through the white silk blouse. This added to her sensation in the act of the seduction. She started making soft mewing noises feeling his warm breath on the side of her thin neck. He kissed, licked, and nibbled her ear lobes careful not to loosen the posts to her expensive ear rings.

"Oh Chris," she pushed her tush to keep as much of him in there as long as possible. "So good ... so good," she wished she could do more to enhance their lovemaking. She felt his cum loaded balls slapping her cheeks as both speeded up ready of their orgasms. She already had four and this one was going to be the best. Chris grabbed his suit pocket handkerchief to jammed it into her mouth. Good thing too. She let go a scream that would have shook the building but it was muffled. She later wondered if Vi had heard her.

Gabrielle felt the hot cum shoot into her. Her ass was moving with his thrusts to take it all in. She felt him softening then slowly slide out. "Wonderful Darling, just wonderful," she whispered softly.

"I'm glad you liked it," Chris took his handkerchief to wipe his flaccid tool. "Gaby, you are still the best. Lets do it again."

"Later or in a few days," she pulled up her thong and raced to the bathroom to clean up. She would have preferred to just leave it in there and feel his sperm squiggle inside her for the rest of the day. Menopause eliminated the fact that she couldn't become pregnant.

The phone rang. Gabrielle pushed the wall device to answer it.

"I need you," President Thompson said seriously.

"I'm on the way, Mr. President," she replied, fixing her hair. "I've got to go," she called to her husband. "The boss needs me."

"Tommy Combs died in his sleep last night," he told her as soon as she entered the Oval Office.

"The Supreme Court Justice?"

"He was eighty-eight and was the last ultra liberal judge," he took a sip of coffee. "I couldn't stand his politics but he was a fine man. Now we've got to find a more conservative guy to replace him."

"Do you want me to work the Senate?" she guessed correctly.

"You know who will be strongly on our side and the ones who aren't. I'm counting on you to bring in the vote for me. The liberals are going to have a massive collective stroke when I name Combs' replacement."

"You are going to bring in Jim Crabbe?"

"Young, aggressive, and knows the law," Thompson stood up.

"The libs also refer to him as the American Hitler," she said.

"The libs never like anyone who differs from them. When they got Combs in, he was the savior from heaven. I used to think his judgements were direct orders from Lucifer in hell," the President looked down at her. He noticed that Gabrielle Cunningham had to strain her head looking up into his eyes. She felt due to the few wrinkles in her blouse that he knew what she was doing when he called.

"I know I can swing the votes," she bragged. "Only they'll mount up a big opposition by filibustering until we withdraw his name. I think we can wait them out. It's nice timing. They'll be called back from summer recess and it will hurt them because being a midterm election year, they're going to loss time in their in electioneering. They'll be anxious to vote so they can get back to their districts."

"How many votes can we count on?" Thompson asked.

"Thirty-seven are solid. I can probably call in some favors and get ten more. The rest is going to be a fight."

"Good!" Thompson yawned from lack of sleep. He was informed of Combs death earlier at three am, he didn't bother to go back to bed.