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Edinburgh. January 24th 2019
8:58pm
Try’n concentrate, Lina. Just 3 more hours .
Those were the last words that were on Alina’s tired, overworked mind before her eyes fluttered shut and she was unable to open them again. The last months had been such a pain in the arse. Overtime at the law office. At least four times a week. And for what? A car payment? She had a case she thought she could handle, but that turned out to eat up more of her free time than even seven needy children would. Fuck!
The next thing that entered her conscious mind was her young assistant Victoria shaking her by the arm.
“What does this child want?” Alina thought to herself, still seeing the 20-year-old as though she were merely six. “Victoria…” she stammered.
“Alina, you must wake up! Steve has gotten into an accident! He hit a blood sausage truck and there are dick-shaped foods flooding the streets of Edinburgh!”
Alina knew this would happen, particularly because dick-shaped foods always flooded the streets of Edinburgh.
“Hurry!”
“But to where?” Alina said, wiping her eyes. “How am I to clear the streets?”
“There is an emergency meeting in the boardroom NOW! Since the partners are actively involved in the Mueller investigation, they have appointed an interim boss for such an emergency. It appears that Steve is really injured.”
“For SUCH an emergency? Are you sure?”
“Yes. You’ve got to come now. Every second counts.”
Alina’s body was still slow, heavy with sleep, but her assistant practically lifted her out of her office chair by her sleeve and left her with no time to think.
Within seconds, the two women rushed down the corridor of the large law firm and found themselves in the spacious boardroom. The place was crowded. Fourteen chairs grouped around one large oak table and there was already standing room only. Alina and Victoria had to use some serious elbow to not get knocked over by all the Steves, Clives, and Pauls who were, or were not, their actual full-time coworkers. The place was abuzz with activity. Alina heard snippets of conversation from which she surmised that Steve was really hurt. Apparently a blood sausage had hit him square in the head and had obliterated his lawyering powers instantly.
“There are so many white men,” Alina whispered.
“Shh! I think the interim boss is coming. I heard they brought in a big shot from NYC.”
“ That would make sense, since this stuff concerns US politics and we are mainly dealing with Scottish property law here, ” Alina thought. “How many Scottish people did that orange dickwad annoy to get our attention?”
“Shhhh!!!!”
Alina hadn’t realized that she had said these last few words out loud.
All of a sudden the room went deadly silent. The second door had opened to reveal none other than big-shot lawyer, and rightful 45th president of the United States Hillary Rodham Clinton, her husband Bill, and their six secret service agents in tow. Hillary strode confidently up to the head of the table, cleared her throat, and addressed the audience.
“Please,” Hillary said, “remain standing.”
Everyone looked around and remained standing.
“As you know, I’m Hillary Clinton--the most powerful person in the world. With one snap of my fingers, I can make everyone in here named Steve worship at my feet.”
“It’s true,” Bill said, suddenly wearing a “Steve” nametag.
“Today we will be going over the Mueller findings that have been released to this firm, but before we do that, I will test everyone here...for firmness.”
Alina thought she had misheard. Perhaps it was that damn language barrier between English and English she reasoned. “Damn Americans…”
Bill quickly reached into the totebag he was carrying and handed Hillary a pair of latex gloves.
“We will do this in alphabetical order,” she said, scanning her paperwork. She saw Alina’s name, lifted her chin, and scanned the room. “Alina, come forward.”
Alina was too stunned to react, but her faithful assistant gave her a nudge and she started walking towards the towering presence at the head of the room. Although Alina felt that she’d made nearly 100 steps, her short legs had only moved halfway across the room.
“Alina,” Hillary stated, looking the girl up and down. “Take off your blouse.”
“My...my blouse?”
Hillary wouldn’t repeat herself, and Alina soon understood that fact too. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and yanked the tail from her skirt. When she removed it from her shoulders, Hillary lifted her chin again, face expressionless.
“Now what?” Alina asked, feeling vulnerable.
“Remove your bra,” Hillary simply stated, and every Steve and Clive in the room nearly burst.
“If I must,” Alina said, unhooking her bra. “I’m not sure what this has to do with the Mueller investigation, though.”
“Don’t ask questions, dammit!” Bill screamed, staring at her tits.
Alina removed her bra and stood naked from the waist up among her peers. Hillary snapped the latex gloves before putting them on her hands and fondled Alina. The younger woman would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the touch, but she was a professional she told herself. Outside of all the Steves wheezing in the room and the weird giraffe standing on the side smoking a cigarette, this was a workplace. A place of honor and prestige.
It almost felt like an out-of-body experience to the young woman. She was alerted back to her current situation when Hillary again cleared her throat. “This one will do just nicely. Bill, I don’t think we need to go any further down your little alphabetical list there.”
Bill squirmed slightly. “As is your wish, Madam President.”
Hillary let go of Alina’s breasts, turned around sharply, and hissed at her husband “You are never to call me that in public. Have I not made myself understood earlier?”
Bill noticeably shrank and started babbling like a baby “Of course. I’m sorry. Please, forgive me, Madam Secretary.”
Alina was shaken by what had just occurred, but also desperately turned on. Hillary’s power overrode her average stature and soft curves. She was godlike--a powerhouse--and the electricity of her was connected right in Alina’s loins.
“I want this room cleared of all the unnecessary Steves, Clives, and Pauls immediately.
Only I, Bill, Alina, and that quivering heap of a young lady over in the corner are to remain,” Hillary exclaimed pointing at Alina’s assistant. “Everyone else must leave this boardroom now. The security of the United States of America depends on it.”
A stunned, silently muttering group of old white men flocked out into the hall.
Alina hadn’t dared to move, let alone utter a single word. She was merely standing still in place. Her nipples had become painfully erect from the exposure to cold air and the faint memories of earlier stimulation. The girl did not make eye contact with the older woman who was walking past her, striding to the opposite side of the room to close the door with a loud bang.
Both Bill and Victoria were visibly startled by the noise. A tear was rolling down Alina’s left cheek and she started shaking lightly as Hillary approached her again with a stern look on her face.
“What have we here?” Hillary asked, lifting up Alina’s chin to force eye contact. “A fragile little flower, it seems, but with such nice tits. This one will do just nicely, Bill.”
Bill, who had regained most of his composure, nodded vehemently.
“Nicely for what?” Alina nervously asked. When Hillary didn’t answer, Alina felt that she should be more stern. “Nicely for what, Madam President?!”
Hillary glared at her, icy eyes peering into Alina’s brown ones. “What did you just call me?”
Alina swallowed. “M...Madam...President.”
The room remained silent. No one moved an inch. They could hear a pin drop, but instead, they heard the faint ashes falling from the giraffe’s third cigarette. “It seems that we’ve picked an insubordinate one,” Hillary said, speaking to Bill. “Funny, isn’t it? I came here for a little fun, and now I need to punish.”
On the opposite side of the room, Victoria ran her hand up her chest, wiping the glaze of sweat from her skin. God, she was attracted to Hillary. She was straight, of course, in the same way was spaghetti was. But like the pasta, as the room had gotten hotter, Victoria’s loins loosened.
“You have no right to punish me,” Alina said, holding her ground. “I am a partner in this firm. We try a host of cases ranging from uh, that kinda shit to some other kinda shit, and we’re damn good at it! There’s no way I’m gonna allow some yank to come in here and ‘punish’ me for being the assertive ass bitch that I am. So if you try it,” Alina said, stepping close to Hillary’s face, “I think you’ll learn what the word ‘punishment’ means.”
Hillary was tickled. Literally. The giraffe was tickling her with his foot. “Bill,” she said, grinning. “I’m pleased.”
“You’re pleased, Madam Secretary?!”
“Very pleased,” she said, keeping her eyes on Alina. “Pleased. As. Punch,” she whispered, lips grazing Alina’s. Suddenly, Hillary grabbed the paddle on her right and spanked Alina’s ass with swiftness. The younger woman was startled by the move, but as she tried to get away, Victoria blocked her.
“Victoria?”
“Do what she wants,” Victoria said, lost in the trance. “You must always do what Madam Secretary wants.”
“What’s happened to you?!” Alina asked, bending more, because she liked the spanking and realized that she was also being sucked into the world of Hillary Clinton--you know, the dominatrix world leader who kept her husband on a literal leash and was suddenly dressed in a leather bodice and smoking a cigar. Alina had no clue how things changed so fast.