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Working Out 2022
Jasmine
3 miles. I've been running for 3 miles. I don't know what possessed me to tell the Vice President Kamala Harris that I love running because I in fact do not love running. But I wasn't going to tell my boss that. I was lagging behind her but still somehow faster than her secret service.
It all started two nights ago. I was helping Madam Vice President pack her bags and head home for the night. She was being her usual happy self asking me about my day even though I spent the majority of it with her. She then went on to tell me about what she'd be doing on our off day.
"Jasmine, sweetheart, do you run?" She asked as she looked at me through her long pretty eyelashes.
I stopped in my tracks taking in what she was saying to me. Not that it was anything important but the fact that SHE was saying something to me. I might have a slight little innocent crush on her. So like any person with a crush would I do I said,
"Of course!"
The "not" was silent. But the gorgeous smile that crept up on her face when I responded was all I cared about. She squealed with excitement before leaning over her desk.
"Great, then it's settled. On our off day we'll go for a morning run then I'll make you breakfast. How does that sound?"
"I'd love to Vice President Harris." I replied with a smile of my own.
I saw Kamala's smile weaken when I called her Vice President. She strongly dislikes when I call her anything but Kamala.
"Sorry, Kamala. I'd love to." I said emphasizing her name.
I couldn't help but notice the slight smirk that crept up on her face at my correction. I looked down becoming increasingly intimidated by her gaze. I grabbed some papers placing them neatly in her folder. While I was preoccupied, I hadn't noticed Kamala moving closer to me. Her body was directly behind mine. The smell of her perfume mixed with the growing tension between my legs was not helping my little crush. She leaned in moving my hair behind my ear before whispering,
"Thank you for correcting yourself, sweetheart."
I immediately reacted to what she had said to me. Holding back a moan as I closed my eyes and exhaled. She moved her hand so it was placed right next to mine on top of her desk while the other was appropriately positioned on my lower back.
"N-no problem, Kamala." I said once I gained some type of composure.
She grabbed her folder and bag before moving away from me. I could finally breathe but I didn't want to. I missed the feeling of having her next to me. I grabbed my bags and we both headed for the door. We said our goodbyes and I was stuck with having to live up to my promise of a morning run with the Vice President.
