The limousine pulled up in front of the residence at Camp David and their ID's were checked for the third time since entering the compound. Bob Parson... could see a lot of the security precautions that were in place to protect the President, but he knew that most were hidden. He knew that any enemy would regret trying to get to the President at Camp David. They would be dead before they could even think about harming the President.Priscilla and Bob were escorted into the study and the President. Even with the 3" heels on Monica's boots, Phoebe stood a little taller. They looked into each other's eyes."Ya know, Monica, the whole time we were roommates, I had the biggest crush on you," Phoebe confessed. Whether that was true or not was immaterial right then. "You're so beautiful. So smart... So sexy."She hesitantly touched Monica's arm. "I always... no, I... I can't," Phoebe continued, feigning embarrassment."What?" Monica encouraged, already hooked on Phoebe's line.Phoebe looked down.. "I won't or eh can't do any lap dances or anything else,, you know like that. I mean I'm a married woman for god sakes." She saw the look on the strangers face and began pleading her case. "Jesus you can't be ... I,,,,, I am the mother to three! I'm thirty eight years old! These guys don't want me dancing" she started before he now interrupted her."Well first things first missy, I'm pretty sure you don't wear no bra with this get up and it would be up to the guys if they want you taking the. I had my Hispanic girlfriend, Arlene with me. She was a gorgeous Hispanic woman with a flawless tanned complexion. Arlene was 5’4 with killer body measurements of 36-25-35. The powder-blue dress she wore complemented her figure perfectly. She also had long black hair, dazzling brown eyes and a mouth destined to suck dick. ‘I am going to kill the New York party scene with this car,’ I shouted. ‘The Murciélago is the sexiest car out right now.’ ‘Yeah, I’m a big fan of sports cars,’ Arlene.