Donald Trump x Reader (!!!CANCER!!!)

CHAPTER 3: TRUMP, IS THAT YOU?

After wondering the streets, I came across a gay bar with a strip club. Piquing my interest, I strolled inside.

Looking around, I saw a stage featuring three poles lined up in straight rows. Lightning McQueen and that buff Pikachu from before were on the outside poles, dancing in explicit clothing that they probably inherited from somebody's grandma.

Then on the middle pole stood an orange man holding a sign that read "pls help, I am poor becuz ma father only gave me smol loan of a million dollar. follow my twitter @ donald j tromp." People were throwing eggs at him.

He was so covered in garbage that I couldn't see the poor man's face. At first, I thought it was the great leader of glorious nation North Korea, Kim Jungle Un, but noe it was Donald fucking Trump.

I barfed because I came here for sexy stuff but I saw Trump. People saw the barf and left.

Now the two of us were alone...

"Why are you at a gay strip club? Shouldn't you be the president?" I asked.

"I guess.. but rite now some guy named Ligma is president... he's jusy filling in for me," Dumpy said.

"Oh okay. But I am still spreading this information to the mass media."

"No no, please wait! I will make a deal with you!" Said the Dumpy Trumpy.

I was really hoping to see dat FAT ASS so I said okie.