Melania gasped loudly, opened her eyes and stared at the pearl-white ceiling of the president's bedroom in the White House.

Melania preferred to either close her eyes or look at the ceiling whenever it was time to fuck her husband. Donald was not aesthetically pleasing to gaze upon when he wore clothes. Donald naked was such a tragedy that it should be considered a modern-art masterpiece.

Melania had long trained him to enjoy her riding him. It allowed him the chance to be lazy which he was more than comfortable doing. It also spared her from having to look at him.

Melania would make love to her 'lover' through him. As impossible as it was, she had to endure it for the greater good later on. She pictured her lovers face, skin, lips and moaned loudly until she enticed the guttural climax from her husband's body.

"Wow," Donald Trump exhaled as she carefully climbed off of him, "What's gotten into you?"

Melania smiled, leaned forward, "You," she answered, planting a kiss on his cheek and sashaying towards the shower.

Donald Trump, not showering, rolled out of bed and quickly pulled on a navy-blue suit, clip-on striped-tie and hurried to his meeting.

(The perfect pick-me-up!) Trump proudly strutted through the White House on his way to the Video Conference Room.

"President Trump," The Chief of Staff nodded, "We've been waiting for you."

Trump looked over the room. It seemed everyone that was already seated in the sleek armchairs was on-edge or anxious.

The projector across from the room displayed several faces that all stared at the President.

Edouard Phillippe, Prime Minister of France.

Giuseppe Conte, Prime Minister of Italy.

Saadeddine Othmani, Prime Minister of Morocco.

Pope Francis of the Vatican.

Pedro Sanchez, Prime Minister of Spain.

Justin Trudeau, Prime Minister of Canada.

The French were the first to speak, "Gentlemen, vee 'ave a problem that needs-"

Trump, ignoring the conference leaned over the table, "Hey, Mick," he chuckled at the Chief of Staff, "Smell my fingers."

"Mr. Trump!" The French Prime Minister barked. "We 'ave lost ze lives of hundreds of NATO troops during the invasion of Atlantis. Not to mention billions of dollars in the ships and weapons that-"

Trump continuing, "You see, that's how you know you've become a man, Mick."

"I vill not stand for this," The French Prime Minister cursed in French before hanging up.

Mick Mulvaney, the Chief of Staff, cleared his throat, "President Trump?" He tried.

But Trump continued on, "Hey, I hear that Paramore's singer is going solo. Wow, I'd love to slip my dick into that pretty little thing."

Canada's screen immediately went black as they also disconnected from the call.

Trump then smiled at the staff, "Hey, has anyone seen that new Star Wars yet? Is it any good?"

Italy and Morocco both hung up.

The Staff all facepalmed but held their tongues. One word and they'd be fired and dismissed immediately.

"Mr. Trump," The Spanish Prime Minister attempted, "The intelligence of all of our countries has also shown the continent is growing. Before, there were no buildings. Now, there are signs of life on the surface. We think it would be best if we cancel any plans to send more troops to Atlantis until we are certain what we are dealing with."

Trump held up his smartphone, "Can you believe this fat bitch, Lizzo?" Showing the staff the footage of Lizzo twerking at the Lakers game. "But you know how those blacks are," shaking his head, "they always have to show off and be loud."

The Spanish Prime Minister exhaled before turning off the call.

Pope Francis was the only face that still lingered, "The Vatican has plans for Atlantis, President Trump. We are-"

Trump continued on, "THE LAKERS LOST TO THE CLIPPERS!" He shouted, "oh no, NO! It must be that coach! Yeah, we need to fire that coach and trade everyone except LeBron. It's everyone's fault except LeBron when we lose."

The Pope hung up.

The staff vacantly glanced around unsure of what to say.

Trump suddenly looked around, "Hey, where did everybody go?"

No one said anything.

"Well," Trump stood, "I guess I showed them. They were shook with fear of the might of America." Donald chuckled. "Meeting over."