I did as I was told and ten minutes later, the porno started.
It was awkward. He’d compare pretty much any of the blonde actresses to his daughter but he mostly just talked about himself. The pill and porn helped a little. I tried tuning him out and concentrated on the porn. I tried pretending it was the woman from the porno that was playing with me.
After an hour and two and a half pornos, I was finally finished.
I sat there thinking that I could go back to my kids. My mom could stop worrying. It was probably at least 10 PM by the time I came. Hopefully, they’d have a plane to take me home. Then my life would finally start getting back to normal.
“Oh, I really do feel it,” the President said, clearly amazed by the rejuvenating properties of giving me a hand job. “Yeah. I feel great. Let’s go to the doctor for a checkup.”
“So when does the plane leave?” I asked.
“Plane?” the President asked. “What the hell is he talking about?”
“To take me home,” I responded, hoping that he was nicer than what I had read.
“Ha!” he laughed. “You are home. I’m going to be milking you for the rest of your life.”
Oh.
My.
God.
It felt like I had just been kicked in the gut. I couldn’t tell if I couldn’t breathe or if my heart stopped beating.
The. Rest. Of. My. Life. Fuck!