Chapter 16

Some more time has passed since Roman and Vicki found out about this La Femme and so far neither of them have come up with much. More specifically, Roman didn’t come up with much since she strictly told him to find every bit of information on the subject.

The part that made it hard was the fact that there was hardly any information on the internet in regards to La Femme. The strongest lead they got was that it is a somewhat popular club. Nothing more, nothing less. There are no photos, no articles, or any reviews on the place. What ever goes on behind those walls, the people in charge are serious about keeping it all private.

It was an excruciatingly tough job, the past few nights since then he’d go online and search for everything he could find on La Femme. He’d work to the point of passing out. Vicki would always walk in that morning to see him with his face planted to the computer screen.

Vicki, being who she is would sometimes play little pranks on him. The oddest one yet was when she placed one of her breast forms under his head like a pillow. Still asleep Thinking he was on something soft like a pillow, Roman allowed himself to slobber over the thing. Eventually later that day Vicki showed him some pictures she took which he did not find favorable. The picture was cropped so the picture looked like him mindlessly slobbering over one of her huge tits! she still couldn’t forget the priceless look on his face...

She laughed so hard, she was close to laughing her tits off and in her case that’s literally. Roman was actually the one who had to pick them up for her.

In other news, Roman had to help Vicki with some past issues coming back to haunt her. Out of no where, she just started to soil herself more and more, which means he had to get back into potty training his girl. His hopes are that he can convince her that she won’t need to wear her pull ups anymore.

Of course when he brought this up to her, Vicki would throw a fit as to why she needs it. But today he decided to catch her sort of off guard while she’s laying down in the living room.

“Come on Victoria, your an American politician what sort of example do you want to set by having to wear pull ups cause she can’t control her own bowels?”, Roman said with somewhat hopefulness.

She looks up at him from the couch. “Ya, like who’s ever going to know that sweetie? That’s why we keep that as a little secret between us right love?”, she says in a loving innocent way hoping to get him off her back.

He continued to nag at her for the next few minutes on the issue. “Come on, how do you expect to beat any competition when elementary school kids are better potty trained tha-“, before he can finish Vicki lets loose.

“Just Shut the fuck up, I can potty train myself when ever I want just get off my fucking back you tiny dicked loser!”

Roman knows there’s no getting through to her at this point and his best option would be to keep his distance and isolate himself in another room. Vicki in her fit of rage begins to pull her breast forms out of her top and throw them at him. Just when Roman shuts the door to the room away from her, Vicki pulls off and throws her merkin making a somewhat wet noise when it hit the door.

With no way out, Roman knows he’ll have to just wait for Vicki to eventually cool off which should take no more than a couple hours. He’s been in situations like this with her before. And to think she is a very well respected politician. Makes a person wonder what other politicians like Trisha Sampson are doing in private. Only time can tell what the connection between Trisha Sampson and La Femme truly is...