For the Love of Gina: The President's Girlfriend (11 page)

She
took him by the arms and eased him onto his back.
 
Dutch was so pleasantly surprised that she
wanted to do this, he couldn’t help but smile.
 
That’s my girl
, he said
inwardly as she got onto her knees on top of the bed, and moved between his
thighs.
 

And
she began administering her brand of tongue to a dick that became more aroused
and rock hard the more she licked and kissed it.
 
She would look up, as she licked it with
those same long, loving strokes he licked her with, and watched him look down
at her with hooded eyes.
 

“Oh,
baby,” he said as she did him, his voice filled with gratitude, until he
couldn’t bear it any longer.
 

“Ride
me, Gina,” he said to her, and she gladly mounted her steer.
 
Her small body saddled him high enough on his
hard stomach so that he could easily guide his penis inside of her.
 
Once he got it safely in, Gina took over.

What
Dutch loved about her style was how she knew how to take her time.
 
She didn’t bounce up and down on him the way
other women used to, or move in circles as if that would make it feel better
for him when it only made it feel worse.
 
Gina, instead, lifted up almost in a slow motion lift.
 
She lifted up right to the ridge of his
penis-head, and then she slowed slid back down the length of his rod.
 
Over and over she did it.
 
Dutch felt the tightness of her vagina as she
moved up, and that magnificent friction as she moved down.
 
His chest was pounding with delight as Gina
did him; pounding as if it was going to burst through.
 
And when it became overwhelmingly delightful,
and Dutch knew cum was near, he eased her onto her back, and took over.

He
laid down on top of her, held her tightly into his arms, as he thrust into her
and fucked her long and hard.
 
He looked
at her, as she now was the one with the hooded eyes, as his penis kept pushing
in deeper and deeper until he was thrusting against her deepest pocket.
 
Her vaginal juices had her so saturated that
the sloshing sound was so loud in the bedroom that Gina wondered if Dutch had
already poured into her.
 

But
he was just beginning.

For nearly
an hour longer, he fucked her.
 
He kissed
her on her lips, on her neck, he moved down and kissed her on her sweet brown
breasts as if he couldn’t stop kissing her.
 
Dutch knew how to manage sex with Gina better than he’d ever managed it
with any other woman, as he thrust into her hard and then softer and then hard
again until she would cum, feel she couldn’t take it anymore, and then cum
again.
 
It was uncanny to Gina.
 
And even when Dutch thrust in one time too
many, and started to cum himself, she came yet again.

Dutch
felt her constrictions as he throbbed and poured into her.
 
Gina could see the veins in his neck as he
poured so hard and deep into her that he looked as if he was going to stroke
out.
 

And
he kept fucking her as he poured.
 
She
was amazed by his stamina.
 
Until he
jerked and stretched and called her name in that loving,
help me
way that made her vagina throb again.

When
he was done, he laid on top of her, trying to regulate his breathing.
 
But it would be several seconds longer.
 
Then he finally stood up on rubbery legs,
went to the bathroom, and came back with a cloth. And he wiped his beloved
clean.

After
a nap, and another peruse around the grounds of their Nantucket estate, they
were at it again. They fucked for hours.
 
On the bed, he fucked her.
 
In the
morning room, he fucked her.
 
On the back
porch, he laid her on the hammock and fucked her so hard they almost fell.
 

By
the time it was over, Gina was so sore, and Dutch was so red, that neither one
of them could walk.
 
So they didn’t even
try.
 
Their last place of contact was on
the floor by the fireplace, and that was exactly where they remained.

Dutch
pulled Gina into his arms.
 
“In case
there was any doubt,” he said, “this is our place now.”

Gina
smiled and snuggled closer.
 
They had
marked their territory.
 
Practically
every area of the house.
 
There was still
lots of planning to do, lots of renovations for this to become their home away
from home.
 
But to Dutch and Gina, it
already felt like home.

CHAPTER NINE

“Yes,
may I help you?”

Brandy
Clarke knew she was taking the risk of risks.
 
She knew this could all backfire and her brother would be in worse shape
than he was in already.
 
But this was the
only card she had left to play, and she was playing it.

“I’m
here to see Regina Harber,” she said to the receptionist.
 
They were in the lobby of the Block-By-Block
Raiders organization, and the receptionist could only smile.

“She’s
not available to see clients, but I can direct you to a counselor.
 
Do you have an appointment, ma’am?”

“She’ll
be wanting to see me,” Brandy said.
 
“I’m
her husband’s girlfriend.”

“Yeah
and I’m his love child,” the receptionist said, wholly unimpressed.
 
“Now if you don’t have an appointment, you
can make one now, or you can leave.
 
It’s
all up to you, sweetie.”

Brandy
frowned.
 
“You think I’m playing?
 
I’m not playing with you.
 
You need to tell her I’m here, or you’re
gonna be sorry, lady.”
 

“I am
not about to disturb Mrs. Harber with your foolishness.”

“Tell
her my name.
 
Brandy Clarke.
 
Tell her my name.”

The
receptionist saw such a sincere look in Brandy’s eyes that it stumped her.
 
And suddenly her pronouncement didn’t seem so
far-fetched.
 
“May I see some ID?” she
asked her.
 
Brandy, relieved she wasn’t
completely turned away, gladly provided it.

Upstairs,
Roman Wilkes was in his office.
 
He ran
the organization’s legal department on the second floor and every court case
went through his department.
 
Which meant
he was too busy to hear himself think.
 
His desk was swamped.
 
His schedule
was tight.
 
But the receptionist
interrupted him anyway.

“What,
what, what?” he asked after pressing his desk intercom.
 
“Be quick about it.”

“There’s
a woman here to see the First Lady,” the receptionist said.

Roman
couldn’t believe she was bothering him about something like that.
 
“So what else is new, Bev?” he asked.
 
“Handle it.”

“She
says she’s the president’s girlfriend.”

Roman
smiled.
 
“So what else is new?
 
Handle it, Bev.”

“I
don’t know, Ro.
 
You might want to at
least run this by the boss.
 
This lady
looks sincere.
 
She says if you tell Mrs.
Harber her name, it’ll make all the difference.”

“Oh,
yeah?
 
And what’s her name?”

“Brandy
Clarke.”

“Okay,
doesn’t mean a thing to me.”

“She
says it’ll mean something to the boss.”

“Yeah?
 
And what if she’s just throwing that name out
there?”

“She
provided ID, Ro.
 
Now you know me.
 
I’m as skeptical as anybody.
 
But I’m feeling this one may not be a
throw-away.”

Roman
exhaled and ran his hand across his brown, bald head.
 
“Keep her there,” he finally said.
 
“I’ll get back to you.”

He
didn’t like it, because he was behind already, but he stood from behind his
desk and made his way out of his office, up the side stairs, to the top
floor.
 
To Gina’s office.

Gina
was leaned back in the chair behind her desk, and was talking on the
phone.
 
She waved Roman in when he
appeared at her office door.

“I
agree,” she said into the phone as Roman made his way toward her desk.
 
“It is a lot of money.
 
But donations have consequences.
 
Make sure it’s legitimate money.
 
We don’t want any Feds breathing down our
necks.
 
Right.
 
Well, no, I’m pleased too.
 
Especially if it’s true and all they want in
return is a meeting with me.
 
But before
I consent to any meeting, get the paper trail.
 
Make sure everything is in order.”
 
Then she looked at Roman.
 
“I have
Roman in my office now.
 
I’ll run it by
him also.
 
Okay.
 
All right, dear, take care.”
 
Then Gina hung up the phone.

“Run
what by me?” Roman asked.

“Donation.
Big one.”

“How
much?”

“Five
million.”

Roman
smiled.
 
“You’re making my day.
 
We could finally open that career center you
and I have been dreaming about.”

“I
know, right,” Gina said with a smile too.
 
“But I want some background first.
 
I want to make sure it’s clean money.
 
We want it all above board.”

“Don’t
worry.
 
I’ll take a look at it.”

“Marge
has the details.
 
Get with her.”

“Will
do.”

“So,”
Gina asked, leaning back further, “what brings you upstairs?”

“There’s
a woman downstairs.
 
But get this?
 
She’s claiming to be your husband’s
mistress.”

Gina’s
heart began to pound.
 
She didn’t know
why, but suddenly she felt flushed.
 
“His
mistress?”

“Right.
 
She claims you will know her name.”

“I
will?
 
And what is her name?”

Roman
hesitated, for effect.
 
“Brandy Clarke.”

Gina
hesitated this time, in that serious contemplation Roman used to love about
her, but now, given that it often wasted his valuable time, just found
annoying.

“You
know her?” he finally asked.

Gina
shook her head.
 
“No,” she admitted.
 
“I don’t know the name.”

“Another
hoax, great,” Roman said, about to leave.
 
“I’ll take care of it.”

“Where
is she?” Gina asked.

“In
the lobby.”

Gina
turned on her desk monitor.
 
Dutch had
the place so high tech now that she could see every aspect of the building
right from her desk.
 
And she saw the
lobby’s streaming video.
 
She saw three
people seated in the lobby.
 
Two were
men.
 
The one woman sitting there looked
young to her, but pretty.
 

“And
she was certain I would know her based on her name alone?”

“She
was certain of it,” Roman replied.
 
“Why?
 
She look familiar to you?”

“No,”
Gina admitted, “but. . .”

“But
what?” Roman was getting irritable.
 
He
was practically running BBR as it was, with clients and caseloads up the kazoo,
and he wanted to get back to work.

Gina,
however, was buried in her own thoughts.
 
She picked up the telephone and dialed her husband’s number.
 
When he finally answered, she braced herself.

“Hey,”
she said.

“Hey,
baby, how are you?”

“I’m
okay.
 
Are you busy?”

“Never
too busy for you.
 
What’s up?”

Gina
glanced at Roman.
 
“There’s a woman over
here at BBR.”

“Oh,
yeah?
 
You don’t get many female ex-cons
over there?”

“We
get our share. But this particular female is claiming to be
your
female.
 
Your girlfriend.”

There
was a hesitation on the other end that Gina didn’t like.
 
She expected Dutch to joke about it.
 
“What’s her name?” he asked instead.

“Brandy
Clarke,” Gina replied.
 
Then she waited
for him to say, as she said, that he’d never heard of the woman before.
 
But he didn’t say that.

“Where
is she now?” he asked her.

Gina
didn’t like the question.
 
Why should he
care where she was?
 
“Downstairs,” she
replied nervously.
 
“In the lobby.
 
I’m watching her on the monitor as we speak.”

There
was another pause, an agonizing one for Gina.
 

“I’m
on my way,” Dutch finally said, and then hung up the phone.

Gina’s
heart began to pound, as she hung up too.

“What
is it?” Roman asked, noticing the change in her.

“Put
her in the conference room, Ro,” Gina replied instead.
 
“Tell her I’ll be with her as soon as I can.”

Roman
was thrown.
 
Could it be true, he
wondered.
 
Could the saintly Dutch Harber
actually have himself a piece on the side?
 
Roman wanted to smile at the mere thought of it.
 
But Gina looked too distress.
 
“Will do,” he said to his old friend, and
left her office.

Gina
was blown away.
 
She thought about the
wonderful weekend she and Dutch had just shared, and how he was willing to
suppress his awful childhood memories at Nantucket so that he could make new
memories there with her and their son.
 
She thought about the thoughtfulness he always showed toward her, even
when she knew it broke his heart to tell Jade she couldn’t spend those two days
with them.
 
But he was always looking out
for her.
 
Always looking out for Little
Walt.
 
She even thought about this
morning, when she woke up to the feel of his mouth eating her pussy.
 
She remembered sighing to the wonderful feel
of Dutch and his tongue, and the way he was squeezing her butt, and the way he
moved up and entered her.
 
He knew how to
wake a girl up.
 
But now, after he didn’t
deny that this woman was his girlfriend, or deny any knowledge of her, he said
he was coming over.
 
He was on his
way.
 
And Gina began to wonder if this
would be a wake-up call too.
 
But unlike
this morning, she wondered if it would be the kind that she did not want to
wake up to.

Brandy,
after being screened with magnetometers by the Secret Service and patted down
thoroughly by other security personnel, was escorted upstairs to the conference
room.
 
Now she was sitting quietly at the
table as Roman Wilkes leaned against the blackboard, with arms folded, and
watched her.
 
She looked at him, and
realized his eyes were trained on her.

“What
are you?” she asked him. “My bodyguard?”

But
Roman continued to stare.
 
This woman was
no girlfriend of Dutch’s.
 
From a
distance she looked polished, but up close she looked ghetto.
 
He could see it all over her.
 
Dutch had a predilection for women like
Gina.
 
Women with some class about them,
some style.
 
Not this hood rat.
 
Roman even noticed a tattoo on her arm. A
 
tattoo!
 
The idea of Dutch Harber, the former President of the United States,
dating a woman with a tat was ridiculous to Roman.

 
But Dutch didn’t deny he knew the woman, so
maybe he dated all kinds.
 
Even this
woman that Roman could easily see on a stripper pole, but never in a million
years could see in the presence of people like Dutch and Gina.

But
the million years had come full circle because Gina walked into the room and
suddenly this so-called hood rat was face to face with the former First Lady.
 
She stood to her feet.
 
Brandy might not have respected Dutch, but
she had high respect for Gina.

“Have
a seat, please,” Gina said as she made her way to the conference table and sat
across from the woman.
 
Brandy sat back
down.
 
Roman knew he could have
left.
 
He did, after all, have tons of
work to do.
 
But he wouldn’t miss this
for the world.
 
He stayed put.