Cumming Up Trumps part 1

Five minutes later and Trump still couldn’t keep his eyes off this woman. She strolled around like she owned the place, whacking all the girls on the back as she laughed and bullishly horsed down the canapés. Trump felt that urge again, the same one the caught him out during the Rhode Island primaries. The urge to have her. He knew he needed her and from that moment would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. In that very instant the woman looked over at him. She met his stare and almost rudely summonsed him over.

Trump joined in the jovial chit chat about the warm winter they were having in Washington. When all of a sudden he felt a gripe a his trousers. He looked down and saw a large hand tugging at his crotch he followed the arm up and it belonged to the woman in the Oakleys, Trump couldn’t believe his luck. He moved in close and whispered in her ear “Oval Office, ten minutes” with that he announced that he had another meeting and gave a formal goodbye, briefly catching the eye of his mystery woman on his way out.