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I would say I've made two big mistakes in my life. The first mistake was getting elected President. The second mistake was getting elected President again. I'm not even talking about the fact that it's a stressful job that's turned my fur color from red throughout to red mixed in with lots of gray. No; what I am referring to is the fact that they keep on making me get all dressed up. They don't even let me sign legislation in my pajamas. Like, come on, why can't you let a woman veto bills in her pajamas?

"Madam President," said a familiar voice. Probably my Secretary of State, Kenneth, a black cat.

"I'm in the bedroom. What do you need?"

"Well, the situation in Aleppo is escalating, and -"

Kenneth opened the door to the bedroom to find me getting in some exercise. I barely actually used my bedroom for its intended purpose, mainly using the weights and the workout bench I had in there and usually sleeping in either the Oval Office or my study instead.

"Oh god damn it! Sophia, why are you naked?!"

"What? Do you expect me to exercise in a pantsuit?"

"No, but I expect you to at least put on some gym clothes!"

"Well, being naked helps with cooling off -"

"It's still just - Ugh, whatever, just get dressed and meet me in the situation room."

Kenneth left me so I could get dressed. I very quickly slipped into a black pantsuit and started walking towards the situation room, lighting a cigarette in expectation of a stressful event ahead of me. I never really got why Kenneth wouldn't let a fennec girl exercise naked if she wanted to. It was always him managing to walk in when I happened to be naked.

As I opened the door to the situation room, I said, "Alright, what's this escalation in Aleppo I'm hearing about?"

"Well," said Michael, a golden retriever who was my Secretary of Defense. "Russia is continuing the air strikes. We're continuing to see more and more civilian casualties."

"See, I'm stuck here. We can't support Russia's war crimes, but at the same time, Russia is the last country we want a war with."

"Well," said Kenneth. "Borrow something from your opponent from last election. Institute the no-fly zone."

"With all due respect, we can't do that. It essentially means shooting down anything that files over Syria. A Syrian no-fly zone means war with Russia and Syria, end of discussion."

"We could provide arms -"

"No. Look at how that worked with the Taliban."

"So you suggest we do nothing?", asked Michael.

"I will meet with the President of Russia and see what I can do. Any option that involves escalating the conflict should be an absolute last resort."

The remainder of this meeting went extremely poorly, with all of us figuring out how to ease the conflict, with Kenneth reminding me that being so stubborn about avoiding any war would anger the neo-conservative faction of my party, and with me reminding Kenneth how few fucks I give about that. Eventually, we agreed that I would have to give some kind of compelling incentive for Russia to end the air strikes, but without being sure about what to do.

I left the situation room, heading to my study to get to pending legislation. Surprisingly, Congress only sent me three bills. One was a highly publicized anti-discrimination law protecting LGBT individuals, which I signed immediately. I had to think about the other two bills.

"Well, been a while since I've had so much time to myself."

I pulled out my personal phone, opening Tinder. I haven't been having much success.

"56-year-old woman having no success on Tinder. In other news, grass is green," I thought. Surely nobody would see in me what my now-deceased husband saw in me 22 years ago. Kevin and I met shortly before I first got elected to the House of Representatives, but tragically died in a car accident the day before I was first elected President - about five years ago today, leaving me to both run a country and raise two sons.

However, suddenly, on one right-swipe, I got a match: a 22-year-old female gray fox named Kiana. I don't know what she saw in me; maybe she had a thing for older women. Either way, she was young enough to be my daughter and only a year older than my oldest son.

I went to message her, but she beat me to the punch, dropping a casual "Hello."

"Hey there," I messaged.

"How's it going?", she messaged. "Pretty boring here. Just got done with work."

"What do you do?"

"I work in government."

"Ah, seems common here in D.C. I'm studying at George Washington."

"Nice. I went to Caltech, but I've been to GW a few times. Nice school."

"You doing anything tonight?"

"No, my schedule's clear."

"Mind if I come over?"

"I'd love that. Been lonely lately."

"Nice. Where do you live?"

This was the tricky part. My Tinder profile was incognito - I used a fake name and wore sunglasses and a large hat in my profile picture, so Kiana here had no idea she was about to hook up with the President.

"It's gated and security's pretty tough. Meet me at the Peet's Coffee on Pennsylvania Avenue Northwest; it's pretty close."

"Alright."

I was pretty sure I just gave it away; that coffee shop was literally right by the White House. Nonetheless, I had Secret Service take me there. It was annoying that I couldn't even get some coffee without full security detail, but understandable; I've already faced two assassination attempts. Some crazy fucks just can't leave me alone, I guess. Shortly after I got to the coffee shop and got a cup of coffee, I saw an old Toyota park, and a gray fox come out of it.

One of my agents, a doberman, got closer to me, whispering to me, "Is that her?"

"Yeah, that's her," I whispered back.

Surely the cat was out of the bag now; Secret Service everywhere was a surefire indication that either the President, Vice President, or someone running for one of those offices was somewhere.

Kiana walked into the coffee shop, looking around for someone resembling the profile picture she saw. I signaled to her, saying, "Right here."

Immediately, she realized the implication of that. She very nervously walked up to me, barely able to maintain composure.

"M-Madam President?"

"Yes, you were talking to me all along."

Suddenly, she fainted, seemingly attempting to process the astronomically low odds of hooking up with the President of the United States.

Back at the White House, I had Kiana in the bed in my bedroom. She woke up, seemingly confused at the fact that she was suddenly in a bed in an unusual place.

"Hey," I said. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, Madam President. I just... I don't know, I guess..."

"I get it... It's not every day that you're on Tinder and you just happen to get a match with the President."

"That describes it pretty well."

"Anyway, I've got some dinner almost ready. You should come eat; I bet you're hungry."

I guided Kiana to the dining room, where she immediately encountered another fennec. He had a blue coat of fur and stood at six feet tall, taking after his father.

"Kiana, this is Lucas, my youngest son."

"Nice to meet you," the two said to each other while shaking hands.

"You seem... Calm about the whole thing," said Kiana. "I'm used to it. I've just learned to understand that mom will be seeing others."

"Right..."

Kiana moved in to hug me, which I did back.

"I'm so sorry about your husband," she said.

"No need... The only one who needs to be sorry is the drunk driver who killed him."

"Sorry... I understand this must be a touchy subject to you."

Kiana and I got out of the hug, after which I went to the kitchen to get plates ready for everyone. Once I got back, Lucas and Kiana had already sat across from each other. I gave them their respective plates, then heading back to the kitchen to grab mine. Once all of that was done, I sat down and we started eating.

"He's a picky eater, isn't he?", asked Kiana.

"Yeah, Lucas takes after his father. I could never get either one of them to eat anything that looked even remotely like a salad."

"Well, mom, you have some pretty unhealthy habits too."

"I know, Lucas... I've been trying to quit smoking, but the last few years have made it tough."

"Sometimes I wonder why cigarettes are even legal," said Kiana.

"That didn't really work with alcohol or marijuana, though," said Lucas.

"I signed a bill increasing excise taxes on tobacco, and I've tried to get Congress to consider plain packaging laws. I don't know how the latter would hold in court, though."

The three of us continued eating, with no one having anything to say until I lit a cigarette.

"Really, mom?"

"This is only my second cigarette today."

"Still, zero is ideal."

"Hey, she's trying. Maybe cold turkey just didn't work out for her."

"Yeah, I ended up pretty irritable and Kevin and the kids were the victims of that."

"Well, she was smoking about half a pack a day when she first took office, and she's down to just three or four now..."

"She's made some progress then, hasn't she?"

"Hey, Kiana, it's okay. He just cares about my health."

That discussion ended, with Lucas getting up to get a glass of water. When he got back, he sat back down, but a little farther away to avoid any secondhand smoke.

"So, Kiana," he said. "What do you do?"

"Oh, I'm a student at GWU. Studying law."

"Oh, nice. My older brother also goes there and studies law."

"Yep. I've met him; he's my study partner."

"I'm sure Arturo appreciates the help," I said.

Kiana and I finished eating at around the same time, after which we got up to put our plates in the sink.

"Alright, Lucas, Kiana and I are gonna be in the bedroom. If you need help with homework, one of my aides can help."

"I finished my homework already." "Oh, then, uhh... You can go play Xbox then, but be in bed by 10. School tomorrow."

"I know."

"Okay. Love you."

"Love you too, mom."

Kiana and I headed across the hall, immediately reaching the bedroom. I let Kiana in before me, then going in and shutting the door behind me.

"Probably the most obedient sixteen-year-old I've met," said Kiana.

"He had his rebellious phase. He just got his shit together really fast. Definitely didn't stay in it as long as Arturo did."

I started slowly pulling up Kiana's shirt, gently rubbing her back. She reached her hand down my pants, rubbing my ass with her two hands. After a while of that, she moved to unzip my pants and remove my pants, but then moved her hands away immediately after taking off my pants.

"I-I'm sorry, it's just... You know, I'm about to see the President naked, and -"

"I get it. Lots of anxiety. Would you be more relaxed in the bed?"

"Probably."

I removed the top half of my pantsuit, totally exposing my bare body. I lied down on the bed as Kiana started undressing, with her quickly joining me in the bed once she was naked. I had my right arm under her back, with my body positioned on its side to allow my left arm to go readily on top of her body. I used my free left arm to give her a belly rub.

"It's okay... We'll start with some cuddling to get that anxiety down..."

It seemed to be working, as she was now much more calm and much less jittery. She moved her left arm to be around me, placing her left hand on my left shoulder. She moved her right hand toward my left breast, but stopped just shy of it.

"It's okay... Go for it."

She touched my breast, albeit still seemingly nervous about the whole ordeal. Using her thumb, she started rubbing my nipple.

"Oh... Yeah, that's nice..."

I moved my left hand from Kiana's abdomen to her right breast, giving it a nice rub in my hand. After doing that for a few seconds, I directed all of my attention to her right nipple, rubbing it with my thumb.

"Ever done this before, Kiana?"

"Not with another girl..."

"Ah, that explains the rest of the anxiety... It's okay, you're doing great."

After a couple of minutes of the mutual nipple-rubbing, Kiana lied me down back on my back, then moved to be on top of me.

"Oh, you're learning quickly, aren't you?"

Kiana started to rub her vagina against mine, saying, "Do you approve this Act, Madam President?"

"Absolutely... "

While she could have done better regarding "Corny line relating to my status as President," she was doing surprisingly well for someone who had never done it with a woman before. She had very quickly overcome her anxiety, with her showing absolutely no hesitation in rubbing her vagina against mine. As she did this, I grabbed both of her breasts with my hands and started rubbing her nipples.

"Oh... That's good... So good," she said.

She quickly reciprocated my action, using her hands to grab my breasts and rub my nipples. This was very different from the Kiana I had just encountered, who was very nervous, albeit understandably so, given my position. Just ten minutes went by before the two of us had absolutely amazing orgasms, and, at that exact instant, Kenneth walked in on us, apparently quietly watching during the majority of our climaxes

"Oh, god damn it, Sophia..."

"Ugh! Learn what 'Knock first' means!", I exclaimed as my orgasm, as well as Kiana's, started to conclude.

"I was just letting you know that Congress passed another bill. It's on your desk in the study."

"You could have just texted me that."

"Noted. I'll leave you two love birds alone."

Kenneth left, leaving Kiana and I alone.

"He does that a lot, doesn't he?"

"He walked in on me while I was exercising naked just this morning."

"Everyone knows you knock first when the door's closed."

"Apparently not my Secretary of State."

I got up, taking a drink from a bottle of water I had on my nightstand.

"I should probably get you back to your car so you can get back to school."

"Actually, I'm pretty sleepy. Probably shouldn't be driving."

"Fair point... If you don't have any class tomorrow, I can let you stay the night."