A/N: Not related to the previous chapter:Olivia thought she was good at Poker, but Fitz is determined to win this game.
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"You promised Liv...now dance," Fitzgerald Grant lets out a wolfish chuckle as he sits back in his plush chair waiting for the show.
"Do I really have to do this?" whined The former Director of Communications, covering her naked breasts with her arms.
The first lady was almost naked except for a pair of white lacy boy shorts and heels. Her French pedicure peeked from the commanding 5-inch heel and a 3-inch platform. Boasting a fully wrapped platform bottom provides a sleek and seamless look and a bold red shade that's impossible to ignore.
She side-eyed the newly installed home pole dancing kit, that The POTUS happily assembled in the privacy of their bedroom. He made sure to get the 40mm diameter poles, they are great for beginners with less developed grip strength and the more petite polers out there, and his beautiful wife fits into both categories.
"Yes, you do," Fitzgerald answered playfully.
"This isn't fair!" To say she was embarrassed right now was an understatement mostly because this is not the way she expected things to be.
"What is not fair is you insisting on covering those beautiful breasts of yours," He purred and eyed her hungrily.
"This isn't the Gilded Era, Fitz. I don't have to honor something I promised to do when I was drunk!" Olivia protested.
"You had a glass of wine, hardly drunk... you owe me a pole dance, after which I will be fucking you senseless," He replied calmly as he bridged his fingers and raised an eyebrow.
"I'd never have agreed if I realized... I stood no chance in hell of winning." Her mind flustered while grappling to understand how she lost so badly.
Fitz pouted. "Now, Liv, I never made you for a poor loser."
"And I never had you down as someone who takes advantage of women... oh wait a minute..." Liv retorted.
Fitz teased, his voice full of playful affection, "Damn Liv, are you a woman who does not pay her debts..? I would have paid my forfeit if you had won."
Olivia's mouth opened and closed as she tried to come up with a counterargument. When she could come up with nothing sufficient, she started to squirm uncomfortably, torn within herself. She eventually ended up whimpering as she bounced up and down on her toes in an agitated manner, she thought about how badly she wanted the tables turned.
Fitz smirked at Liv's actions, thinking his petite wife was adorable when flushed.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Mrs. President said before looking at Mr. President, "Can I have a drink first...please?"
Fitz's head tilted in confusion. "You need to get drunk to dance for me?"
"Fitz, I'm about to pole dance erotically for you for the first time... I'm as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs," Olivia explained. She wasn't comfortable with the situation and felt like kicking herself into the next continent for being so stupid as to get herself into such a situation.
