Trump Tales (Donald Trump x reader)

Chapter 9

"What will you be wearing?" Trump asked in a sultry voice as you two talked on the phone. His birthday had been yesterday, and you were planning something for him. Something wonderful.

"You'll just have to wait and see," you told him as you bit your lip. You knew he couldn't see it, but he knew what you were doing. It turned him on.

"Oh, but I simply can't wait. You're just so... tempting," he said, practically growling the last word into the phone. You felt yourself begin to get aroused and knew you had to stop. There were only 5 more minutes left until the bell rang to signal the end of your lunch period.

"Donald, I have to go to school," you told him as you blushed.

"I sure hope it's not Sex Ed. You can take all those lessons from me," he said. His smirk was practically burning a hole through the phone as you turned redder than a white person that forget their sunscreen at the beach.

"I'll see you tonight," you said quickly and hung up the phone. You took deep breaths to calm yourself down. You tried to think of something to contain your arousal. You thought of infomercials, sad dog commercials, old people...

Then you remembered that Trump was an old person and your arousal sky-rocketed.

Thankfully, the bell rang, signaling that it was time for 6th period to start. You gathered your things and pushed open the bathroom stall. With one glance in the mirror at your sexy self, you strutted out and down the hall.

And although you were still aroused, your fat English teacher was able to fix that problem. Arousal level went from 100 to 0 real quick as soon as you saw her dry ass elbows and crusty feet.

You miraculously managed to get through the rest of your day and made it back to the motel you were staying at. James had become useless the day he called your relationship with Trump "unhealthy". You knew that what you had with the 71 year old president was real. And you knew he felt the same.

You quickly changed into some fancy lingerie and put a maid outfit over top of it.

"Trump should be here any minute," you said as you straightened up the bed sheets. Although, you realized that was a pointless endeavor seeing as the activities you had planned were not very tidy.

As if on cue, as soon as the microwave beeped to alert you that your ramen noodles were ready, a knock came from the door. You straightened out the apron on your torso and took a deep breath before opening the door.

"Well don't you look stunning," a familiar voice said. But it wasn't Trump's. The voice belonged to someone far more sinister.

"H-H-Hillary?!" You stammer. What business would that snake have here? She must not know what this night means to you.

"I know how much this night means to you," she says. Wow, okay, apparently you were wrong.

"It's really sweet you're doing all of this for your boyfriend. Donald must appreciate this so much," Hillary Clinton continued as she looked directly into your eyes. Her cold blooded stare made you realize things you already knew, like that she didn't really care about helping the children. But it also made you realize something more terrifying. SHE KNEW!

"What-what do you... what are you..." you try to say, but you're too scared to speak. The devil herself has graced you with her horrid presence on the most important night of your life.

"Listen. I'm going to say this once, so you better make sure your ears are as big as Obama's when I dish out this little secret," she says, hissing a bit when she says each letter 's'.

"I hacked into the pentagon. I checked the surveillance cameras in the Oval Office. From that day. I'm sure you know which one I'm talking about..." she says with an all-knowing smirk. You blushed as you recalled the feeling of being pressed against the very desk hundreds of presidents had used, the feeling of Trump's course, incredibly sexy toupee between your fingers, the feeling of Trump's...