While the President spent most of his day in Nevada campaigning for the soon to be unemployed majority leader of the Senate, Harry Reid, he thought about last night, late last night, and how wonderful it was. Vegas was a bad town and he realized just how bad after last night’s very private late night performance in his suite. He knew he was playing with fire but what the hell he thought, I’m President of the United States and ruler of the mightiest country in the world, why not partake in a little Presidential tradition?It took him a little time to get rolling today as his schedule was jammed with fundraisers for Harry and a final return flight home. In between Bar-B-Q’s he received an unusual phone call on his private secured Blackberry. He was quite surprised that somebody unknown to him had the number. The man on the other end announced himself as a friend of Stripper. He called himself Lap Dance and he had a message for the President who wasn’t quite ready for it. The President thought to himself, being from the outside, now in the middle of the inside, why these guys loved to come up with code names that gave you a hard on. As soon as he mentioned his name, flashbacks of last night popped into his head. The phone gushed with new information about the Deepwater Horizon videos and something else that turned him white with fear.
It appeared that the President’s late night escapade was a set up, arranged by Lap Dance. His name alone should have given him the first clue since last night’s event started with just that, a lap dance.
So, now the President of the United States was being played by a group that knew Rahm, and the CIA had never heard of either of these x-rated operatives. What the hell he thought, what the fuck am I in the middle of as the 525th day of the Obama Presidency got some color back in its face?
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