It’s time to talk about the “real” “truth”…
Days before the senator she’s sleeping with becomes the presidential nominee, Alize is face down, ass up, and fighting the urge to say I love you.
Things were never supposed to come this far, but they have. She was never supposed to find out the truth, but she does. And once the can of worms is opened, Alize finds herself overwhelmed by the amount of governmental secrets that are revealed to her.
Episode 1: SEEING THE LADY WHO REGULARLY EATS YOUR ASS ON TV IS LOW-KEY WEIRD
“Turn that up,” I asked, standing behind the love seat that separated the living room and kitchen area.
Toya looked up at me and the bowl of cereal I had teetering in one hand and rolled her eyes, “Never knew you were so interested in politics.”
I smiled as I spooned a heap of cookie flavored cereal into my mouth. No reason to explain myself, when she already knew. Toya and our other friend/roommate Janelle were the only ones who knew about the “thing” I had going on with the woman they had been calling Senator Bae.
She was a senator, but I didnt’ really consider her my bae. Just someone I was sleeping with. Super casual. Not serious, at Victoria’s request because she didn’t have the time to invest in a relationship. Honestly, despite all the fuckboi adjacent rhetoric that she was always throwing in my direction, she was pretty good to me. The sex was top tier. And just as good were the love notes she sent me via CashApp when she sent over money for everything from my phone bill to my bi-weekly massage appointment.
Victoria said the love donations were just a way to put a smile on my face, but a lot of the time it felt like a way to buy my silence. Probably more important than ever for her to maintain her reputation, now that she was campaigning to be the president. She didn’t have to worry about me running my mouth to the tabloids, not that anyone would truly believe me if I told them she was into sucking toes and ass worship.
Seeing the lady who regularly eats your ass on TV was weird, but I was getting used to it. And getting excited about her potential to win the nomination and end up on the ballot. She was a lot freakier than the American public knew, but she was also very determined to make this country better in every way possible.
“Victoria Blackmon started this campaign as , but a bit of an underdog, now seems to be the overwhelming favorite according to the most recent polls,” the news anchor spoke as a video of Victoria Blackmon AKA Senator Bae playing in the background. “She’s a sure in for the Democratic nomination, which will be announced in the next few days and could very well end up the first Black woman to become president of the United States.”
“You ever think you’d see someone like us have a chance to be president,” Toya asked, sitting up in the seat. She probably didn’t even realize how she had leaned forward slightly towards the TV. As much shit as she gave me about my political indifference, she was shedding hers too. Maybe, having someone with a puff ponytail representing all of democracy had inspired her in an unexpected way.
It was exciting in a way that I couldn’t really put into words. Not just because I was sleeping with the future president, but because of the impact I knew she’d have on the world. Victoria was a first-term senator who’d immediately started making waves for her political progressiveness and calls to hold other incumbents accountable for not following through with their promises.
“Never thought I’d see the day,” I said, walking around the love seat and sitting down next to Toya. “She’s doing it, though. People love her.”
“I still think it’s weird that she doesn’t blink,” Janelle said as she mozied into the living room, wearing the pajamas I’d seen her in earlier in the morning with slippers shaped like teddy bears. She flopped down on the couch, the spot she laid in so often that it was only comfortable to her. Crossed her legs and pointed at the TV, “Never. It’s been forty-five seconds and her eyelids haven’t moved. Y’all haven’t noticed that?”
“Who would,” Toya asked with a chuckle.
“I’ve never noticed,” I shrugged. “What’s an appropriate time to go without blinking?”
“I don’t know. I just feel like she should be blinking more.”
“I’m just glad they switched her stylist,” Toya interjected. “She actually looks kinda cute now. Like a fourth grade teacher who refuses to wear jeans on Friday.”
“What are you trying to say,” I laughed. “Because I taught third grade for two years.”
“Yea. And they fired you when they found out about your ManyFans account,” Janelle joked with a chuckle.
“Excuse me. I quit because I didn’t want to do remote schooling. I became a teacher to connect with the youth of my community. How was I supposed to do that through a screen?”
“And now you connect with cishet incels through a computer screen on ManyFans.”
“That’s different,” I chuckled. “For one, the pay is way better.”
“You like it, I love it,” Janelle shrugged.
“Seeing that you haven’t pitched in on the rent in a fortnight, you better love everything I do.”
“Hey, I’m trying okay. The economy is on the brink of collapse, no matter what the media tries to convince you.”
“And yet you guzzle down my $15 carton of juice like it’s Kool-Aid.”
“You’re mad at me like I’m the one selling you watered down Kool-Aid for $15. Sounds like one hell of a hustle though, maybe that’ll be my next thing.”
“Or hear me out…”
“She’s about to tell you to go back to school,” I laughed.
“You could go, too. A master’s degree raises your earning potential.”
“The bachelor’s degree was supposed to raise my earning potential. The last job offer I got was for $12 an hour. If I could stomach talking to internet perverts I’d jump on ManyFans with Alize.”
“Oh, I don’t talk to them. You remember, Canisha Morris. She programmed this AI chat bot that’ll talk to my clients so I don’t have to. It’s been a godsend. Frees up so much of my day.”
Janelle rolled her eyes, “I can’t stand that shiesty bitch.”
“Girl, it was freshman year let it go.”
“No. Because she’s part of the reason I’m in this situation. If she hadn’t been doing the stud for stud version of on the down low with my girlfriend, I’d be a WNBA wife.”
“DeAndra didn’t even get drafted. She works for like T-Mobile or something.”
“Because sheisty ass Canisha derailed all our plans. We were supposed to be a lesbian power couple.”
“Pipe down, Senator Bae is about to talk,” I hushed them and reached for the remote control to turn up the volume.
Victoria addressed a local union with her voice full of conviction, “Imagine a country where no one who clocks in forty hours a week has to worry about their next meal or next month’s rent. Sounds almost too good to be true, right? As your President, I promise to turn these dreams into legislation. We’ll empower our unions, pump life back into our economy, and ensure that every worker can afford a little bit more than they can today.”
“With a speech like that, she might end up being President Bae soon.”
“I don’t know,” Janelle grimaced. “I can’t bring myself to vote for the Democratic Party when they’re the ones responsible for keeping our ancestors in chains.”
“Wha-“
Toya raised her hand, covering my mouth before I managed to get a word out, “We should think twice about criticizing Black people for their political cynicism. We live in a system that fails us daily. We can’t expect folks to change their minds about it when it refuses to change.”
“I hate that I agree with you.”
My phone chirped in the way that it only did for one specific person. Senator Bae, soon to be known as President Bae. My heart fluttered as I looked down at the message, despite the fact that it didn’t say much at all.
U up?
Maybe
Come over. I’m in the mood for some pussy.
“How romantic,” Toya giggled while reading over my shoulder.
“Stop it, nosey.”
“I guess we should be glad that President Bae has a good speech writer, too.”
“She can be a little blunt. That just means I never have to worry where I stand with her,” I smiled as I stood to my feet. I’d already texted Victoria asking for her to send a car to come get me, so I probably didn’t have a whole lot of time left to get myself ready.
“And where is that, Alize? Where do you stand with her?”
My heart skipped a beat with a twinge of anxiety because in all honesty I wasn’t sure. This was never supposed to be more than a booty call situation between her and I. Now that she was headed to the White House, I really wasn’t sure if she had any more room for me in her life.
But I wasn’t really in the mood to dwell on those emotions and listen to my friends warn me once again about being careful with all the sneaking around. We didn’t need to beat a dead horse. I shrugged and smiled, “Sounds like she’s in the mood for some pussy, so I need to shower and make sure mine is fresh.”