Introducing myself

"M-Mrs. First Lady" I stammered, "I'm Linus, the p-p-presidential stylist."

I could barely speak, my eyes glued to her bare stomach and her long legs. If I could, I would fuck her then and there.

She spoke in a thick Slovenian accent, "I don't have time for small talk. Donald wants us looking sexy for the men at Fox News before the midterms."

Sexy? How could I make this hunk of pure sex any hotter?

"Wait? What do you mean by 'us'?" I enquired, confused.

Suddenly, a woman stepped out from behind Melania. She was tall and blonde, donning nothing but a blue bikini that highlighted her abdominal muscles.

"She's talking about me. We're going to do the interview together." The blonde said. It was Ivanka Trump, Melania and Donald's daughter.