Off Limits

Chapter 4

Joe looked at me through his glossed over eyes from the pleasure he just had felt. Just as I was about to say something, the door opened, and the last person I wanted to see stood there - the one and only, Donald Trump, dressed in a big, chunky orange suit. Joe freaked out and pushed me away from him, which only led to Donald being able to see what we were doing just seconds ago.  Donald stared at me, then at Joe, and lastly at Joe's dick. "It's not what it looks like!", Biden exclaimed, but you could see on Trumps face that he wasn't fooled. "Oh, Biden, this wouldn't look too good if the media found out about this... doing something sexual whith a student, while you're married I might ad."

"What the FUCK are you talking about Donald, I don't have a wife?!", Biden proclaimed, while shaking his head. 

"Ehh, Joe, you have a wife though, you've been married for 44 years!" I said, while staring at him. Was that why he was with me? Did he forget that he had a wife? 

"Huh married, for 44 years?"

"Yeah, this is your wife, Joe." Donald took up his phone and showed him a picture of her. 

"AHA I thought she was my creepy sister, now I understand why she wanted to have sex with me! I just thought she liked incest. Omg, shit, I screamed at her and then left - what if she hates me now?!"

"Well, that will be the least of your concerns when she sees THAT A STUDENT JERKED YOU OFF!!!" Donald said, and you can see on his face how happy he was that he maybe finally had found a way to be president again.

"What, you won't tell anyone, will you Donald?" Biden looked scared at Donald, whose face broke into a sneer.

"Let's make a pact, you and I, Biden".

Donald kept his eyes pierced on his rival for about ten seconds. I had no idea how to react - Donald made me scared standing there, five feet away, in his big, organge suit, funnily matching his skin color. It looked bizarre, but I couldn't imagine any other outfit more fitting for D.T. 

"Tell the press that you, from this day on, will step down from your chef seat in the White House. Be honest with yourself, what choice do you really have? Either you go down as an almost-respected-president-by-four-tenths-of-the-population, or as a pedophile. Your choice Biden, your choice."

Joe Biden started to sweat. Immensely. His body liquid, both sweat and you-know-what, dripped down his body and made a huge mess around him. 

I took three large, confident steps towards Trump, showing off my hot body. Not that I'm the attractive type, but anyone beats Trump's chunky ass. Especially in that orange suit. 

"Who are you to talk? You are a filthy little cockroach, and if there's anybody out there who DOESN'T deserves to be the president, it's YOU."

Donald didn't know what to say.

"What more...? I can't imagine a soul on this planet who would be attracted to you. The only ones who you're able to get are CHILDREN, Donald. CHILDREN. You're a pedo. And poor Melania. You probably bribed her, didn't you?"

Donald couldn't keep his anger in any longer. His eyebrows started twitching, a drop of sweat ran down his chin, and his famous duck face started to show. 

"What did you say to me just now, you little shithead? There're lots of people who're attracted to me. Do you know how many nudes I receive in my twitter DMs every evening? That's jerk material that'll last for centuries. Melania is about to leave me, yes. I never liked her anyway. She's way too old, dawg. Like, over thirty. That's gross, dude. And guess what, asswipe? I'm already in a new, committed relationship. Didn't expect that, huh? HUH? Franciskus loves me, and that's a fact."

Biden's jaw dropped into the gutter. I turned around to face him, and asked;

"Who's this Frankus-guy?"

His eyes darted between me and Trump. He was in loss of words. Suddenly, Donald's face went pale. He realized something, and I felt stupid. What were they talking about?

"Biden? What's going on? Please, just tell me already!"

"If what he's saying is true..."

"Please, don't. Biden, please, we can solve this...", Donald said pleadingly, but it was too late;

"HE'S SCREWING THE POPE?"