Fuck Pet

The President nods. Rydell nods. "I guess I'll take the helper pet, then." he almost seems disappointed.

Great, you think. It's all settled. Except... well... how exactly will this all work again? You're hesitant to ask since you've just spent hours projecting confidence and authority with the President of the United States. And as if he can read your mind he gives you an answer. He slings his arm around you and says, "We'll set you up with an apartment, and an office in the EEOB. We'll bring your lady to you."

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Three days later your secretary shows Jennifer Garner into your office. And in person she's as gorgeous as you could have ever imagined, wearing a flowing white sundress.

She greets you with a warm smile and you ask her to sit and introduce yourself. She shakes your hand. After all you've been through, after the heights to which you've ascended, it's silly to think that you can be star-struck. But you can. You're actually touching Jennifer Garner's hand!

Then you compose yourself. "You're here because the President is starting a new pilot program, and our expectation is that it's going to be transformative."

"Uh-huh." she nods and smiles.

"You've been selected to be one of the spokes people for this program, which is a great honor..."

"I see." her smile grows.

"The women of this country will be looking to you as an example of..."

"I'm sorry Sir, can I interrupt?" Jennifer asks. It's a bit bold of her. You'll have to work on that. But you nod. You let her speak. "I don't want this to come as a surprise to you, but I know all this already."

"You do?" You had your pitch ready and everything.

Jennifer nods. "Your assistant told me when she called me to invite me here."

But you're a bit dubious. "How much do you know exactly?"

"I know this is for the American Feminine Transformation Act that you're trying to get passed. That its purpose is to make women into pets and that I'm to be the first official American fuck pet." She says, licking her lips.

Damn, she does know a lot. Turns out you might not need to convince her of anything. "And you're okay with all that?"

"Well I"ll be honest with you Sir" Jennifer shuffles in her seat. "When the President first took office I was concerned, like most people. And we had to make those videos and I wasn't thrilled about it. But once I did I realized something. Nothing makes me happier than giving in to my inhibitions. I think a lot of women realized that. I'm pretty sure that was the whole point. So now it's sorta... I don't worry about things as much anymore because whatever I'm doing I know I'll be fucking soon, and that's all I want to do anyway. So if you tell me that you want to make it so my whole purpose in life is fucking... I mean... that sounds like all I could have ever wanted. And the truth is I think a lot of women are going to be more receptive to this than you think. If you don't mind me saying, Sir."

Your cock twitches and hardens. Well this is working out nicely. You cock your head. "Why do you keep calling me Sir?"

Jennifer shrugs. "I figured that's what you'd prefer. I'm your pet right? That makes you my owner. Soooo.." she shrugs and looks down at her dress, as if she's wondering why she's still wearing it. "I mean I'm here. I'm ready to obey your orders."