Believe you me, I have had my share of adventures in my short 24- year old life but my time interning with the communications department of the White House has been the most amazing time. I have bared the brunt of jokes from my friends and even complete strangers when I tell them that I am, in fact a White House intern, but I love my job. I am fascinated with politics and I was so excited when Jed Bartlett was elected President 2 years ago, I vowed then and there that I would work in his White House, in whatever capacity they would take me. So when the opportunity came along 5 months ago, I literally jumped at the chance.
First off, I should describe myself. I am a mighty 5' 3" and I weigh about 125 pounds, though I am no slave to the scales. I have dark blond hair and very green eyes and I live up to my Irish heritage with fair skin and a great smile. My most distinctive feature are my tits, they are quite large for my frame, 38D's to be exact but I think I carry them off very well. I am sure my body helped some in my getting hired but I would like to think that it is my brain that keeps me here. One other thing that most people in the office do not know about me is that I have several piercings, included a belly button ring, a tongue stud and one nipple pierced. Hey I am not all that wholesome!
Well let me say that the staff here is great, and the guys aren't half bad to look at. I spend most of my day around the writing staff, which includes hottie Sam Seaborn (what I wouldn't do to that boy!) But my interest lie elsewhere, mainly with the Deputy Chief of Staff, Josh Lyman. He is just what I have always dreamed about in a man. He is tall at least 6'1" and has sandy brown hair and these hands that could work magic, I am sure of it. But of course he is one of the highest-ranking people in the White House, there is no way I would have a shot with him. Not to mention that he is a good 15 years older than me. But I have always loved older men, so I figure a little flirting wouldn't hurt. I laughed at all his jokes, made sure I was always looking great when I saw him and just generally made my presence known. Sure enough he began flirting right back, nothing serious just good fun. Boy I could have never imagined what a little flirting would lead to.
I was working late one night because I had been asked by Sam to pull some figures together on low-income housing for a speech he was writing. I can never sit still for very long so after about an hour of poring over articles, I decided to take a walk. I walked along the corridors, which were quiet by this time at night as it was after 10pm. I walked into the bullpen which is where Josh's staff works and noticed his office light on. I poked my head in to see Josh sitting alone at a laptop, looking completely frazzled. I knocked so I wouldn't scare him and he looked up with those amazing eyes and asked me what I was doing there so late. I gave him the run down on my assignment and he sighed and told me he would trade with me any day. He had to figure out how to pitch an idea to the President he knows he will hate. I can't help thinking how much I would just love to go over to his desk climb on his lap and kiss him. I am in the midst of this fantasy when he interrupts me with an invitation to go to the mess to get something to drink. I accept of course and we head out.
He asks me what I want and I say a beer and he looks surprised. He tells me that I can't be old enough to drink. I laugh and say that I appreciate the compliment. We sit and talk in the mess over a few beers for what seems like ages. He asks me all sorts of personal questions, like where I am from, what do I want to do with my life, why am I working here? I answer them all, and even manage to ask a few of my own. Some how we get around of the subject of piercing and tattoos. I tell him I have both. He doesn't believe me and I figure this is my chance. I tell him I would be happy to show him both but not here in the mess, we should head back to his office.
We finish our beers and go back. He sits down in his chair and I stand behind him, hands on his shoulders. I tell him that if he can guess where I am pierced I will give a much-deserved back rub. He managed to guess the tongue and the navel. I gave me a little peak at my flat stomach with a rhinestone post through my belly button but he couldn't guess the third place. I said two outta three wasn't bad so I gave him the back rub anyway. I worked his stiff shoulder and back muscles till he was moaning with pleasure. I figured it was now or never so I told him that I would give him a hint for their third piercing. I swung his chair around and started to unbutton my blouse. As I stood there before him in my black lace bra, he could easily see the outline of my nipple ring on my left breast as well as the tattoo of a sun/moon positioned over my heart.
