Mr. President | jb

eight

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There was a charity event today for the local adoption center. They had brought in over a hundred stray animals and they've decided to auction off previous animals to donate the proceeds to the company to buy the supplies for the other animals in need.

Justin, of course, had to come and he invited me, it was our 'unofficial' first date. Unofficial since his wife was here. Sigh.

After the ball, we've gotten closer, but we didn't necessarily hang out as much. It's difficult for Justin to go somewhere, obviously with everyone watching.

"Good afternoon, everyone," Justin is dressed in a pink polo shirt and tan khakis with long socks and boat shoes.

"This is our first annual animal charity event," he begins, adjusting the visor on his head, "we would like to help rescue these animals and return them to loving homes. Please, make generous donations and take a pet home or two, the kids will love it."

He receives a laugh from the crowd.

"We will begin the auction in promptly an two hours. Please, enjoy the lunch provided and have fun. But not too much fun," he looks at me and winked. He should be saying that to himself.

Justin returned the microphone back to the stand and began to walk off the stage on the boat.

It was a luxury yacht that could fill up to a thousand people or so.

It had the finest drinks and delicacies that I could ever dream of.
I was going to be sitting at a table with Justin, Claire and a few of Justin's long-term friends.

We all sat in a table in the center, guarded by a few of the secret service member guards.

"So, Lana, are you enjoying the auction so far?" Justin asked me, and then everyone at the table redirected their attention to me.

He obviously just HAD to put the attention on me. I was in the middle of chucking down a chicken tender dipped in barbecue sauce.

"Uhhh," I began with my mouth full. A few swallows later and I was back to normal. "yeah. It ls pretty great, I'm going to admit. This is...different from what I'm used to, for sure."

"I have to use the bathroom. Excuse me," Claire says.

Justin then quickly follows her. "I'll go with her," he says.

"What were you saying?" His friend, I believe, Xavier had asked.

"Oh, um, being the assistant has a lot of perks," I state, sipping on my water. "Like-"

"Like fucking the President?" He other friend, Khalil finishes my sentence.

I gave him a stale look. I bet my face was red and hot. My ears felt heated and my vision was beginning to get cloudy.

How did he know? Did Justin tell him?

"Look. I'm just fucking with you," both Xavier and Khalil laugh, "man, man, man. You should've seen her face. Za you got that on camera?"

"Look," Khalil says, "we all know about your...little...affair. We don't judge. Just...be careful. You know, if Claire finds out...all hell will break loose. It won't be pretty."

"Agreed." They both pick up their cups and sip on their Hennessy and look around. "Man, it's some fine Latinas here. Look at that one with the ass."

I was surprised to see that Justin had friends like this. You know, since being the president and all, I guess I expected...different.
But, now that I think about it, I'm glad that they're not what I expected.