Not for the first time, Maria Hill thought wearing her SHIELD uniform was a mistake when presenting the daily SHIELD briefing to the new President. And this was her first day. And she hadn’t seen the President yet. But already she had realised the Whitehouse staff were randy little creeps. Most tried to cop a look in secret, but some were outright blatant about staring at her chest or ass.
“The tone comes from the top” she told herself.
She was surprised to see nobody was in the office leading into the Oval Office. Unusually for her, she paused. Should she wait or simply announced herself? In the end her dilemma was solved by the President himself, shouting to her.
“Come in.”
She entered. “Mr President, nobody was…”
He looked at her from behind his desk. “I know. This is top secret right? The ultimate? Best keep others away. Don’t worry, I’ve already had the others in today.” he gestured to a few folders lying haphazardly on a couch.
“Mr President, those are top Secret, need to know and…” she started in alarm, her voice a little higher pitched than she would like.
“I know, that’s why it’s just you and me? Understand?” He said it like he was talking to s small child. “The others never complained - they were smart - But I must say, you’re a damn more pleasing to look at than the guys from the CIA and FBI.” He paused, as if he expected a response. Maybe he wanted her to laugh. It wasn’t funny, so she decided to do nothing.
“Nothing?” He seemed disappointed. No angry. “That was a compliment - a massive compliment. I give good compliments and that was one of my greatest… the best.”
“What an odious man.” she thought. She could feel his eyes undressing her, and the tone when he used her title - MS. - was obviously full of contempt. But, she expected no different from the man who was taped boasting about “grabbing woman by the pussy”.
But she still had a job to do, and given the President’s known aversion to reading security briefings.she couldn’t disagree with Fury’s assessment that she was the best person to present them to him, no matter how much he disgusted her.
He remained behind the desk, still fiddling with his papers. Not looking at her, as if she was nothing but a minor inconvenience. Of course, she knew this trick, she had used it herself many times, it was a useful way of putting people at ill-ease. She just had not let it bother her.
He looked up, a shit-eating grin on his face. “You know I know more about ISIS than the generals?” he asked. She blinked, was this guy for real? And she thought the US couldn’t get any lower than letting Norman Osborn run HAMMER.
“The briefing is not about ISIS, Sir. It’s about Aliens, Demons, rogue A.I. and…”
He cut her off. “But I do know more about ISIS.” He looked at her, awaiting her response. Ordinary she would protest, but something told her the President would not back down, and it just wouldn't be worth it. Easier to agree and… submit.
“Yes Sir, I’m sure you do. But we have an issue with…”
“Of course. We’ll get to that but can I ask you a question first? Yes? OK. Did you earn your position in SHIELD *MS* Hill?”
Again with the salty tone on the MS. And what sort of question was this? The fool has the attitude of the 1950s. “I really don’t think that question is appropriate, SIR”
“You see *MS* Hill, I rarely see women who have fought their way to the top. The woman’s brain just isn’t made that way. I don’t know why, who can say? But it’s not.. He shrugged his shoulders and showed his palm. “People tell me the woman’s mind is not competitive enough. That’s what they say.” He smiled, a wide, tight-lipped half grimace across his face. “So I ask you again - a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question - did you earn your position.”
She blinked. For some reason she felt unsure. Had she earned her position? She thought she had, she worked damned hard. But…
“Come now *MS* Hill, surely you know the answer.”
God, what was it about this man? Why did she feel so small? Why did she feel like the first day at Army training being called out by her Sergeant?
“Yes Sir. I earned my position through hard work and effort.”
Trump tilted his head. “Effort? Hard work? Do you find your job a struggle?”
“No SIr.”
“But you just said it took you huge effort - massive effort - I heard you.”
“No Sir, I said effort, not…”
“Think very carefully *MS* Hill - very carefully - before you call your President a liar.”
She felt anxiety. Was she calling the President a liar? Could she have said massive without realising it? She had worked hard, maybe it was a massive effort. She must have said that. She did say that.
“Yes Mr President, it was a massive effort.”
“And it’s still an effort now isn’t it. Don’t get me wrong - I admire the fact you try so hard, but its clear that you’re in a position way over your pretty little head. Such a pretty head.”
“Sir I…”
He stood up. Standing he was still two or three inches smaller than her, and yet she felt physically smaller than him.
“Quiet. That’s a good girl. Shut your lips and listen. Donald J Trump like a pretty girl. You’re such a pretty girl - the best.” He walked towards her. Stupid as it seemed - after all, Maria Hill had fought terrorists, superpowered criminals, even aliens - she felt physically intimidated by this older, out of shape… man… as he walked towards her. “I admire you so much, *MS* Hill. But I want to help you. Just like I want to help all the American people - well, those who are as young and hot and… flexible? as you are.” His hand cupped her jaw. “I don’t want you to struggle any more. It must be so hard - so hard to pretend to be equal to your male colleagues. Sad. But you don’t have to do that anymore. Let The Donald take care of you. He’ll make sure you keep your job, and you won’t even have to do anything. How great is that? It’s a win-win. Because you get to keep your job - and I’m all for American jobs for American workers, and I get to see you and your slutty body every day when I get my daily ‘briefing’”
She felt dizzy. Something was wrong. He was standing so close now, she could feel the heat radiating from his body, and she could breathe in his scent, a not unpleasant musk that seemed to get stronger and stronger with each breath she took, She wobbled and his hands grabbed her, holding her tits, smiling. Laughing.
“That’s such a good girl.” His hand pulled at her zipper, pulling it down slowly, his breath held as millimeter by millimeter he exposed the smooth, pale skin of her chest. “That’s right, let Uncle Donald show you what you really are. So sad, all these lies you fell for, that you were just as strong and capable as a man. Such untruths, let me show you your real position.”
The zipper had reached her navel now, showcasing a narrow, white “V” of skin, a harsh contrast against the inky blackness of her uniform. Her head reeled, she knew something was wrong, but the President’s presence next to her felt so right. She breathed in through her nose, this time enjoying the masculine musk from her Commander in Chief. Her pussy twitched, and she shifted her weight, desperate to try and rub her wet lips together.
“Sir… I….”
He placed a finger on her lip, which she immediately took in, sucking like a baby on a mother’s teat.
“Not Sir..’Uncle’. Call me Uncle Donald, BabyGirl.”
His finger felt so good, so comforting. She pressed her body closer to his, letting a tit spill out. The cooler air of the Oval Office making her shiver. God her cunt was so wet and hungry.
“On your knees BabyGirl,”
Immediately she fell to her knees, looking up to the man who now towered over her. She felt content, reassured that now she was physically smaller… physically beneath him. Her pussy churned.
“Uncle Donald?” her voice was weak, Timid. Afraid.
“Yes BabyGirl”
“Please Uncle Donald, may I suck your cock?”
“Of course you can… big league”