First Lady

Chapter 6

Last night was haunting my dreams. I tossed and turned in bed while the anxiety ate my brain alive. How could I have accepted a job offer...no how could I have gotten such a job offer forced onto me? This was going to change my life. I was no longer going to be the girl from a quiet town working in a coffee shop surrounded by sweet locals. Now I was going to be around stuck up government officials and be blasted all over the news standing behind Kamala as she talks to people during Rallies and events.

I sigh and turn my head to look at my alarm clock. It's two o'clock in the morning. I needed to get some sleep before my training in the morning.
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There was loud banging on my door the next morning. I jumped up out of bed and walked towards the aggressive pounding. I peered through the peephole and saw a familiar face and immediately opened the door.

"Kamala what the fuck it's five in the morning". She gasped and then looked around before pushing me into the house and closing the door behind her.

"Why did you answer the door half naked Cassie? Are you insane?" She scolded me with her finger pointing in my face. "I knew it was you". I said, starting to smile. It felt good to see her getting protective over me.

Her eyes turned into thin slits as she watched me start to laugh. "Get dressed Cassandra". She crossed her arms and walked towards the kitchen.

"How did you know my real name?" I asked, feeling my smile instantly drop.
"It's my job to know everything about my new personal bodyguard and I also know that if you don't get dressed in the next twenty minutes you're going to make your new boss very unhappy". She turned to look at me after digging in my cabinet and pulling out the pancake mix.

"Breakfast will be ready by the time you're dressed...you need to eat and get your energy up...James can be a little...rough".

Deciding not to argue, I obeyed her wishes. My eyes raked over her body. She was wearing a light brown blazer with a white shirt that was tucked into her jeans. Her hair was flowing as usual, moving perfectly as she continued to work on the pancakes.

Her big brown eyes met mine and I closed the distance between us. "What's the matter honey?" Concern washing over her face. I ran my hands through her hair before bending down to give her a deep kiss. She moaned softly against my lips and her body melted in my hands. Her nails digging into my waist, she desperately wanted to be touched.

She broke away from the kiss, biting her bottom lip and looking up at me. "Please get dressed Cassie, we're already late". She tried to hide her smile but her laugh lines exposed her.

"Yes Madame president" I said, backing away from her, never taking my eyes off of her until I left the kitchen. Once I got to my bedroom I looked through my closet and decided on gray sweatpants and a black compression t-shirt. I laid that out on the bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I was a little nervous for this training. What did she mean James was rough. I went to the gym often to keep myself in shape and I'm glad to see all my work paid off since I was able to sit Kamala on my shoulders.

Memories of the club started to flood my mind. She was so wet and ready for me, the way she arched her back off the wall trying her hardest to not tap out, even after her legs started shaking.

I turned the shower on and felt the warm water cascade down my skin. Letting my mind once again wander, letting my hands wander down my body and in between my legs.

Hearing her moans in my ear as my tongue swirled around the sweetest parts of her body. I slowly began circling my sensitive nub to the thought of her. I placed my back against the wall and closed my eyes letting my moans fall naturally and echo off the bathroom walls.