“Titties,” Joe said as they led him away, guiding him like gentle border collies.

“What the fuck was that, Karine?” Finnegan asked angrily.

“Pride, bitch,” Karine said, burping loudly.

“Titties,” Joe said again and tried to turn around.

“No, Grandpa, you can’t go back out there,” Finnegan told him. “There’s, uh, it’s too dangerous.”

“Titties,” he said sadly, shuffling down the White House hallway.

“Best Pride ever!” Hunter said, appearing from behind a column.

“You!” Finnegan said, stabbing a finger at her father. “You are never to bring your friends to The White House ever again!”

“What?” Hunter said. “They are all lovely people!”

“They stripped off their clothes, Dad.” She spat the last word like a curse. “Scars and fake boobs everywhere!”

“That’s Pride, sweetheart,” Hunter said, taking Joe’s arm.

“It’s turning into an orgy!” Finnegan screamed.

Karine giggled and opened another can of Bud Light.

“Titties,” Joe said again, reaching for Karine. He grunted as she danced away.

“An orgy? I’m missing an orgy?” Hunter asked in dismay.

“Is not an orgy,” Karine slurred. “It’s just a fingerbang rodeo.” She waggled two fingers in the air.

“And we left Grandma Jill out there!” Finnegan said.

“She’ll be fine,” Hunter said. “Jill was my babysitter, babe. I know all the dirty little things that get her off.”

Finnegan stopped in the hallway and watched her father, her grandfather, and his press secretary move slowly away from her. She could hear the cheers and screams outside, even over the throbbing warble of Lizzo singing, three thousand pounds of backup dancers stumbling heavily on the temporary stage making it boom and creak.

“I’m going to put on a disguise and go out there,” she heard Hunter say. “Sexy Secret Service agent. I’m going to get me a slice of that bespoke pussy. I just gotta stock up at the lube barrel in my office.”

“Pass,” Karine said flatly.

“Don’t you have any Pride, Karine?” Hunter asked maliciously. “Don’t you want to engage with your T and Q and + brothers and sisters?”

“I ain’t sucking no lady dick,” Karine said.

“Titties,” Joe said.

Finnegan ducked into an empty office to rage masturbate and cry.

 

“They feel all right to me. I like them hard.”