IF DONALD TRUMP WERE CAMERON COUNTY JUDGE!!!

The young woman walked  into the county courthouse and bowed before the powerful politico.

"I need a job," she pleaded.

He looked at her tiny figure and her cleavage caught his attention.

"If you want a job, you are going to have to fuck me first," he said.

She gasped as she pressed her hands against her chest.

"But I thought you were a happily married man," she said. "I saw the picture of your wife and handsome son in the paper and I thought to myself that you must have the perfect family."

A scornful laugh issued from his mustachioed face.

"There are two realities," he pronounced in a mocking voice. "There is the public reality in which I provide for you and there is the private reality in which you provide for me. If you want a job, you have to fuck me."

"But I remember you saying during your campaign that nothing fulfills you more than helping the less fortunate."

A hoarse sound escaped his throat.

"You stupid little bitch. Nothing would fulfill me more than filling you. Besides, I can't help those who can't help themselves. Either you fuck me or get the fuck out of my face."

She was poor and uneducated, but she had a pretty face and a seductive body, two features that hadn't been lost on the politico.

"Where?" she asked.

"Follow me to my office," he commanded. "When we finish, you can fill out a job application."

Together they took the elevator to the top floor.