"Madam President? We have a problem."

August 2024.  Madeline "Madness" Snugg, America's first woman president, is in San Francisco, campaigning for re-election.  Like most of the things in her life, the race is tight.  

Long days meeting the voting public spill over into torrid evenings "meating" anyone she desires.  Unfortunately, one of these sessions resulted in an accident that has the fate of the world in a very dark place.  Thinking she was pleasuring herself with a Ben Wa ball, the president reached instead for the "nuclear football" that follows her everywhere she goes.  As a result, the switch that controls America's nuclear arsenal is firmly lodged where the sun never shines.  Talk about your nuclear winter!

If news of this blunder got out it would certainly mean a defeat at the polls for Madness Snugg.  It might also mean a defeat for the poles, the ones that she is keen to fuck, suck, and otherwise enjoy, since her opponent is campaigning on a vociferous no-fucking-around platform.  The clock is ticking, when the cocks should be dicking.

All of this prompts a visit to the president's Oval Orifice by the LubeSlinger.

Madeline "Madness" Snugg is played to perfection by the one and only Silver Zifer.  The role of President of the United States has to be cast carefully.  Silver is a statuesque, big-boobed, exquisitely tanned blonde who I have known for some time.  We've always wanted an opportunity to work together.  I've known firsthand how capable she is of pulling off big jobs.  Image the sigh of relief from me when I put the call in and, despite a drama-heavy schedule, her instant reply was, "Sure, lover, anything you want."  

The personification of presidential pulchritude: Silver Zifer

Silver, baby, there was no other choice for President Madness.  Thanks for being a consummate pro.  The stroke-factor you deliver in your scenes is sure to help make The LubeSlinger a hit.

"You said 'ass fucker', not 'assassin'."

 

The president is on high alert, while the director paces.