“Let me be clear,” he said. “I don’t like you. I think you’re the scum of the earth. After all your sister did to get you out of that prison, and for you to turn around and be willing to do this to her, says a lot about your character.”
Marcus studied Thurston. He knew exactly what he was after. That killer instinct. He had to be sure. “What character?” Marcus asked. “I’ll sell my newborn baby if the price is right. What the fuck I care about some half-sister I barely know?”
Thurston nodded his head. Good answer, he thought. But he still wasn’t sure. “Did you murder those people in that drive-by shooting?”
“Hell nall.”
“So it was true? You were wrongfully convicted?”
“Yes. That’s true.”
“You didn’t participate in that drive-by?”
Marcus smiled. “I didn’t say I didn’t participate. I said I didn’t do the shooting.”
Thurston smiled. What a slime ball. “And you never ratted on the person who did do the shooting?”
“And never will. I don’t snitch. And never will.”
“I need your access to get rid of somebody.”
“I know. Jade told me. You want to get rid of the First Lady.”
“No, Marcus. No.” Thurston said. “It’s the president I want. I had to say that it was Gina Harber I was after in order to get a certain party on board, if you know my meaning.”
Marcus nodded. Jade wouldn’t harm Dutch even if her life depended on it. But Gina? She wanted that bitch dead. It wasn’t even close.
But Marcus was on the same page with Thurston Osgood. It was Dutch he was after, too.
“You have access, Mr. Rance,” Thurston continued. “And you also have what it takes to get the job done. I’m an old man now, with all kinds of ailments. I won’t be around much longer. There’s little they could do to me. Death, in fact, would be more tolerable. But what that so-called president did to my son is not acceptable.”
Although Marcus was reasonably certain that the man in the wheelchair was Thurston’s son, he wanted to see what Thurston had to say. “Your boy, your son, he’s not dead, is he?” Marcus asked.
“Oh, no. Death would have been too easy for him.”
Thurston looked over at his son, but didn’t acknowledge him. “Dutch Harber knows what he’s doing,” he continued. “He wouldn’t kill him. He just made him a human vegetable. He can only sit in a wheelchair, with support of course. He can’t feed himself, he can’t talk, he can’t clean his own shit. My brilliant surgeon son can do nothing on his own now. Thanks to Dutch Harber. And for that, Dutch Harber has to pay. Before I die, he has to pay.”
He looked back at Marcus. “I would do it myself, but I have no access. You do.”
Marcus stared at the man. How the fuck did he expect him to kill the President of the United States? He was under around-the-clock guard. “How do you figure I accomplish this feat?” he asked his potential sugar daddy.
“Find a way,” Thurston said. “If you find a way and get it done, a private jet will be waiting for you to take you and your millions to wherever you want to go. Free to live however you want to live.”
Marcus leaned back. With Jade’s access, under the guise of Gina as target, he might just be able to pull this off. Yes, he thought. He just might be able to do this.
“But not for three mill,” he said to Thurston. “If you want POTUS, it will have to be ten.”
Thurston stared at Marcus. Said nothing for a long time. Then he nodded his head. “Good,” he said. “I would have thought I had the wrong guy if you would have accepted three. And yes, Mr. Rance, I do want the president. You are so right about that. I want Dutch Harber to suffer. Yes.”
He looked at his paralyzed, drooling son again. “I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.”
As soon as the doors to the Situation Room were opened and Dutch and his National Security Advisor, Ed Drake, emerged, Ralph Shaheen, the head of the Secret Service, commandeered him.
“Hello, Ralph,” Dutch said jovially. He and Shaheen went back many years.
“How are you, sir? Advisor Drake?”
“What brings you over here?” Dutch asked him.
“Your wife requests that you come with me, sir.”
“Ooh oh,” Ed said jokingly. “I know who’s staying after school.”
Dutch smiled. “Tell her that I have another meeting. I’ll get with her later today.”
“Now, sir,” Ralph said. He was a big, burly man, brown hair, brown eyes. Midnight black skin.
“Excuse me?” Dutch said. He wasn’t accustomed to his orders being questioned.
“Your wife said I was not to take no for an answer, sir.”
That didn’t sound like Gina. But it was also rare for the head of the Secret Service to come and approach him this way, too. Dutch therefore excused himself from Ed, and he and Ralph headed down the corridor.
“What’s going on, Ralph?” Dutch asked as they walked.
“Your wife will explain, sir.”
That wasn’t exactly the answer Dutch was going for, but he let it slide. And followed Ralph down the back stairs of the White House, along a long corridor he wasn’t all that familiar with, to the private parking area. An older model Chevy Malibu was parked in the garage. Dutch looked at Ralph, who proceeded to get into the backseat. Dutch bent down, looked through the window, and saw that Gina was behind the wheel.
He opened the passenger side door. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked her.
“Get in,” she said cheerfully.
Dutch was surprised by this display, but he got into the car anyway. He looked down, at the nice twill pants and matching blouse she wore, and then he looked into her face. “You don’t intend to drive this thing?” he asked her.
“Of course I intend to drive it! Why do you think I’m behind the wheel? Before I married you I actually had to drive myself everywhere I went.”
“No kidding?” Dutch said, kidding with her.
“For real though. I’m a great driver.”
Dutch didn’t doubt that she was. But just sitting there, with his wife behind the wheel of a car, caused him to realize just how much of a cocoon they lived in, and had lived in. He’d never seen his own wife drive a car. And, he realized, she’d never seen him drive. His presidency had forced them to be chauffeured around the entirety of their marriage.
“So where are we going?” he asked her.
“A nice, quiet place.”
“And what about our son?”
“He’s with LaLa and Crader. He’s fine.” She then took his hand. “I just want you to relax. And get some rest.”
Dutch certainly couldn’t argue with that. He needed rest. Plenty of it. But again, the world didn’t stop just because he was tired. “Babe, I can’t just take off like this,” he said. “I am booked solid with meetings today.”
“Not anymore,” Gina said with a wry smile.
Dutch stared at her. “What do you mean not anymore?” Then he thought about Ralph in the backseat, and the fact that Gina was so certain of herself at this moment. “You cancelled my meetings?” he asked her.
This was the moment that she knew all along would make or break their little getaway. “I did tell Allison to cancel your meetings, yes I did. But just for today, Dutch. You deserve a break.”
“So you went behind my back and had my chief of staff cancel every single one of my remaining meetings?” He asked this with shock in his voice.
Gina braced herself for his wrath. But she knew he needed to get away if only for a night. She was willing to take the hit. “Yes,” she said. And then she waited for his reply. And waited.
“Well?” she said.
Dutch looked at his wife. “Thank-you, Jesus!” he said with a grin.
Gina exhaled with joy. “Ready to blow this joint?” she asked, cranking up.
Dutch laughed. “I was born ready,” he said.
“I must say, si
r,” Ralph said, “this is highly irregular.”
Dutch laughed. “I already figured that out, Ralph,” he said.
“Oh, wait,” Gina said. “Take off that coat and tie.”
Dutch didn’t question it. Gina had his best interest at heart and he wasn’t fighting it. He removed his coat and tie. Gina handed them to Ralph Shaheen, and Ralph then handed her a blue and white letterman jacket with a baseball cap.
“Put these on,” Gina said, giving them to Dutch.
Dutch smiled and he did as he was told. When he zipped up the jacket, Gina began laughing.
“What?” he asked, genuinely confused.
“You look like a gym teacher,” she said.
“Just drive, you,” he said.
And she did. Gina, Dutch, the head of the Secret Service, and a full contingent of agents left the White House as if they were ordinary staffers leaving work. Dutch continued to stare at Gina, still amazed to see her behind the wheel, and this wall of security escorted the president and his driving wife out of Washington, DC, across the Potomac, and into Virginia.
They drove down a secluded street, through an electronic privacy gate that was now manned by the Secret Service, and onto property that Dutch knew all too well. It was a lakefront home he purchased years ago, when he was a United States Senator. Gina drove around the horseshoe driveway and parked in front of the circular steps.
Dutch just sat there. Amazed. Gina looked at him.
“I haven’t been here in years, Gina,” he said.
“I know. I had the caretaker spruce up the place and the Secret Service did their security sweep. And here we are.”
Dutch felt so blessed to have her in his corner. He almost choked up right then and there, but he wasn’t about to put on that kind of emotional display in front of Ralph Shaheen. They got out of the car and went inside the home. Ralph got out too, and headed around the vast property to ensure airtight security.
As soon as Dutch and Gina entered the home, and Gina moved away from him, he pulled her back. And pulled her into his arms.
“One rule,” he said as he kissed her on the mouth.
She enjoyed his taste. “And what rule is that?” she asked him.
He kissed her again, this time more passionately. “No clothes,” he said between kisses. Gina grinned. She didn’t like rules, but she was certain she could live with that one.
CHAPTER SIX
“Whoa, not so fast, you,” Dutch said as he pulled Gina back and wrapped her in his arms. “I said no clothes.”
Gina looked at him. “You didn’t mean now, did you?”
Dutch began kissing her neck. “Why not now?”
“But Dutch,” Gina said, lifting her chin to give him full access, “this is supposed to be a time for you to relax.”
“What do you think I’m doing?” he said, as his kisses trailed down to her chest. “This is very relaxing.”
“Dutch, come on. You know what I mean. I want you to do absolutely nothing for a change.”
“You smell so good,” he said as he began unbuttoning her blouse. “You always smell so good.” He opened her blouse and then pulled her bra cups down below her hefty breasts.
Gina inwardly smiled. Once those breasts of hers were exposed, she knew there was no stopping him now.
“Now this is even more relaxing,” Dutch said as his hands began to fondle her breasts in tight squeezes. And then his mouth joined his hands as it began to press soft kisses all over her juicy breasts.
“I don’t think a day has gone by in our entire marriage, if you’re not out of town, that you aren’t fondling my breasts.” Gina said this with a smile, as she continued to lean her head back in enjoyment of Dutch’s fondling. “Are you aware of this habit?”
“Well aware,” Dutch said, becoming too sensually aroused to smile, although inwardly he was delighted.
“I do believe my breasts have gotten bigger because of your fondling. Is this possible?”
Dutch had to smile at that. He glanced at his wife. “What do you think?” he asked. But when he looked into those insightful eyes of hers he felt a surge of love shoot through him. And he began kissing her on the mouth again.
Gina wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his passion. They stood there, in the middle of a home Dutch once used as his bachelor pad, and groaned and smacked in unison. Their heads turned one way, then another, as they couldn’t get enough of the other’s taste. She could feel his penis becoming more and more aroused as it pressed against her while they kissed.
But eventually Dutch, as Gina knew he would, moved his mouth back to Gina’s breasts. And once again he was fondling them and kissing them. He took her fully distended nipples whole into his mouth, and then pulled them as far from her breasts as they would extend. Then he bunched both breasts up together and licked his tongue across their juicy mounds in a way that caused Gina to feel tingles of fire deep inside her vagina.
Dutch began unbuttoning and unzipping her pants as he licked her. Gina held onto the back of his head as he lifted her and carried her to the first seat they came upon, which was an arm chair. He sat her down in the chair, removed her pants and panties completely, with her heels still on. He then pulled her butt to the chair’s edge and spread open her legs as wide as they could extend. And in this position, where her pussy was completely exposed and wrinkled and ready for his exploration, her legs were able to extend in the extreme.
“I know how you smell,” Dutch said as he got on his knees in front of her and removed his letterman jacket. Then he lifted his shirt off of his ripped, tanned body in one adroit sling off, and tossed it across the room. “Now,” he continued, his face moving between her legs, “I want to know how you taste.”
Gina felt that tingle again as he began rubbing her pussy with his fingers. His eyes were looking at it, admiring how all of him was always able to fit so snugly into that tiny pink passageway of wonder. And then his mouth took over, as she was happily anticipating it would, and he began to taste her.
Gina leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes in delight as he licked and sucked and chewed into her. If some of those blue-haired old ladies who loved themselves some Dutch Harber knew what their president was doing at this very moment, they would blush red in astonishment. At least some of them would, Gina thought with a smile.
And Dutch was doing her exactly right. She felt his tongue rub against her inner fold over and over, as if he couldn’t get enough of her taste. She felt his fingers open her wider and his entire mouth move in, sucking on her in the kind of suctions that made her lift in her seat. This black-haired man was giving her that thrill again, and she couldn’t imagine how she ever lived without it. And he didn’t ease up. Dutch didn’t roll like that. He would always take her further and further until she was just at that point of release. And then, and only then, as if he could sense it himself, he would ease up.
But he wasn’t ready to ease up yet, as he continued to mouth fuck her. “Your taste,” he kept saying, “I love how you taste!” And he couldn’t get enough of her taste, and her smell, and everything that made her his wife. He knew Gina now. He knew every inch of her body now. And that was why he continued to drive her to the point of cum, just on the tip of tipping over. And just when she gave that quiver, he stopped. And stood up.
Gina opened her eyes with a lustful gaze as he began unbuckling and then unzipping his pants. When he pulled his pants and boxers down, and his dick jutted out like a stiff, thick rod, her mouth began to water. His dick was as much a part of her now as her own womanhood was. That was how often he had it inside of her. That was how badly she craved it when it wasn’t inside of her. And as he stepped out of his pants and boxers and kicked those expensive clothes aside as if they were rags, her need to have him inside of her again was electric.
She should have been ashamed of herself. Here she was, bringing him all this way to take care of him. But within moments of their arrival he was already taking care of her. And taking ca
re of her as only he could, she thought, as he moved toward her, placed his hands beneath her ass, and lifted her legs, wide as they could go, into the air. He guided his dick to the entry of her womanhood, teased her with his gorgeous pink head, and then slid it in with that preciseness that always stunned her.
She wanted to cry in joy when she felt the friction of his entry. It was always tight and explosive, as if he was breaking through a thicket of moist cunt. And then, once he broke through, it broke her. Because his strokes became like darts against a board: on target every time he slid into her. Dutch was standing there, completely naked, his ripped stomach pushing in and out as he pushed in and out of her. He was working it as hard as it could be worked, his eyes hooded with the sensual gratification every time he saw his dick thrash into her pussy.
He leaned down and took her breast in his mouth as he fucked her. His penis was saturated with her moistness and it couldn’t stop thrashing into her. He wrapped his arms around her, and she wrapped her legs around him as his mouth couldn’t stop sucking her breasts with every pound. He never dreamed a day that began with an emergency national security meeting could end up being a day where all he had to do was pleasure his wife. He could do that with his eyes closed. Because he wanted to please her. He wanted to make her cum so badly that every thrash was his toast to her. This one’s for you, baby, his every stroke made clear.
Until he stroked so hard, pushed in so far, that she couldn’t bear up any longer. He had her on the brink ever since he stopped mouthing her. Now she was beyond the brink. She came. Her body began to spasm in that euphoria of feelings that she didn’t think she could handle.
“Let it out, Gina,” Dutch was ordering her. “Don’t you dare hold back. I want you to let it all out!”
And she did. She let it all out. He held her tighter as she held nothing back. He could feel her heartbeat quicken as she throbbed against his rod. It was an electrifying throb that soon caused him to suddenly experience what felt like a body blow and arch in a pulsating thrust of his own, a throbbing that almost took his breath away. And he came too.
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