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The following is a work of erotic fiction and
includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes
characters that are copyrighted by Aaron Sorkin
and the NBC network. This story is intended for
the non-commerical enjoyment of fans and should
be considered a parody . No copyright infringement
is intended and no profit will be made from the
distribution of this story.

      Bipartisanship - A West Wing Story
(An Alternate Version of In This White House)
            by Ann Douglas

	Part One

	Leo McGarry, White House Chief Of
Staff, walked down the halls of the West Wing.
Stopping in front of the Office of the Press
Secretary, he took a long deep breath before
stepping into the doorway.  Inside he found Sam
Seaborn, the Deputy Communications Director
having a conversation with the owner of the
office, C.J. Cregg.
	"The two of you,"  he said as he got their
attention, "come take a walk with me."
	"What's going on?"  asked Sam as he
followed Leo's instructions, with C.J. a few steps
behind him.
	The veteran Chief of Staff didn't
immediately respond, thinking it was fortunate
that he caught the two of them together.  At least
he wouldn't have to do this twice.  Waiting until
they were out in the middle of the hall, he said
what was on his mind.
	"I wanted to tell you this out where there
were people so you wouldn't scream about it,"
Leo said, wishing he were already on the way
back to his office.
	"Scream about what?"  an already
suspicious C.J. asked.
	"The woman who was on Capitol Beat
with Sam Sunday night..."  Leo began to reply.
	A few days before, Sam, as he had done
many times before, had appeared on one of the
Sunday Political Debate shows. Normally on one
of these appearances, the Deputy Director of
Communications wiped the floor with whoever
the Republicans slotted to appear opposite him.
Especially if his counterpart happened to be part
of the more Conservative branch of the G.O.P.
	To first his amusement, then his dismay,
this time they had set him up with a young, rather
attractive, but relatively unknown Political
Activist named Ainsley Hayes.  Not only did she
prove to be a smart, knowledgeable and
committed opponent, she was skilled enough to
catch Sam off guard when he made a mistake and
proceeded to mop up the floor with him instead.
	Even now, Sam remembered the words he
had murmured to himself; "Please, oh please, let
them not be watching."
	The `them' being the rest of President
Bartlet's staff, and of course at least one of them
had been watching.  He learned later on his return
to the White House that his friend and the Deputy
Chief of Staff, Josh Lyman, had run into the office
of Sam's boss, Toby Ziegler and shouted:
	"Toby, come quick.  Sam's getting his ass
kicked by a girl."
	To which Toby, whom he also considered
one of his best friends, replied by calling out to his
aide, Ginger, to get the popcorn before following
Josh back to the TV room.
	Over the last few days, Sam's
performance, or perhaps his lack there of, had
been a sore point for the Deputy Communications
Director.
	"What about her?"  Sam asked, as if he
could've forgotten about her so soon.
	"I'm offering her a job,"  Leo said,
hurrying to get the words out.
	"Where?"  Sam interjected.
	"Here,"  the Chief of Staff said in a calm
tone.
	"Are you kidding?" C.J. said, her voice
registering shock and dismay.
	"No," Leo simply replied.
	"Are you kidding?" C.J. repeated, her
voice rising in volume.
	"No,"  Leo again likewise repeated.
	"Are you kidding?" C.J. repeated once
more, her voice now more than doubling in
volume.
	"No!"  Leo said once more, this time with
an air of finality.
	"Well, what the hell made you think I
wouldn't scream where there are people?" the six
foot Press Secretary shouted loud enough to make
everyone in hearing distance stop what they were
doing and turn in her direction.
	"Took a shot," Leo said with a smile and a
shrug of his shoulders.
	"Leo!"  C.J. retorted in the same loud
tone, this time joined by Sam.
	But having said his piece, Leo McGarry
once again became the strong arm of the President
and shushed their voices, leading them back to
C.J.'s office.  While he might not have fully
agreed with the decision either, the President had
decided he wanted the bright young woman hired,
regardless of her Party or political outlook.  And
what the President wanted, his Chief of Staff
would make sure that he got.
	The funny thing about it all, he thought as
he finally headed back to his office, he'd thought it
would be Sam who had the most forceful
objections to the new addition to the staff.  He'd
been surprised to find it had come instead from
C.J.

	A few days later, C.J. sat in her office at
the end of yet another long and tiring day.  The
surrounding offices and desks were empty, with
most of the staff attending a farewell.  She wasn't
in the mood for a party.  More specifically, she
wasn't in the mood for who she might run into at
the party.
	She had only had one run in so far in the
past few days with the newest of the  Associate
White House Counsels and C.J. was thankful for
that.  She was even more thankful that during that
brief encounter, Ainsley didn't seem to remember
ever meeting the Press Secretary before.
	The tall brunette looked down into the
drink she had poured for herself a few minutes
earlier.  It was rare that she drank in the office,
but today she really felt like she needed it.  The
dark amber of the liquid reminded her of another
drink in another city.  One from another life, not
so many years before.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

	The bar of the Revere Hotel was filled
with the usual mix of Boston Cliques, one so
different from the ones C.J. had become used to
the last year in Los Angeles.  Sometimes it was
hard to realize that both cities were part of the
same country.
	They were so different, yet some things
were universal.  People young and not so young
gravitated to places like this.  Some came to try
and meet that special someone that they could
spend the rest of their life with, or only maybe just
the next few hours.  Others just came to drown
their sorrows and maybe try to forget.
At this moment, C.J. would have to put herself in
the latter category.
	Her problem was three thousand miles
away, in a city where the sun hadn't even set yet.
Still, she couldn't get it from her mind, no matter
how hard she tried.
	In the beginning, she knew taking the job
at Triton-Day Public Relations had been a major
mistake.  Her real love had been working on the
campaigns of local and state Democrats, trying
hard to make a difference.
	 Still, it was hard to say no to Isabel when
she offered her the position.  Hard to say no to a
house in Beverly Hills, or to a salary that could be
almost half a million a year.  In fact, the only real
hesitation she felt at the time was because she and
her new Boss had been lovers for the previous few
weeks.
	Yet in the end, she had proved herself
adept in this strange new world.  So much so that
no one cared in the least whose bed she
sometimes shared.  That was the key word, C.J.
reminded herself as she took a hard swallow of the
dark drink she had ordered - `sometimes'.
	Isabel was a faithless lover, and made no
secret of the fact.  At first, C.J. had been so taken
with her that she didn't want to believe that.  Not
even when people she trusted began to pass along
late night gossip that they knew to be far more
than rumors.  No, she couldn't bring herself to
believe it, until the night she saw it for herself.
The night she had practically had a front row seat
to what a fool she had made of herself.
	It had been one of the premier Hollywood
social events of the season.  One in which anyone 
not invited might just as well have closed up shop
and moved out of town.  Everyone who was
anyone was at that party, and Isabel had
approached it like a cat in heat.  They hadn't been
at the party a half hour when C.J. realized that her
significant other was nowhere to be found.
	A wrong turn in search for the second
floor bathroom had led C.J. to the door of a
bedroom where she was sure she heard Isabel's
voice.  It was almost like the plot of one of those
horrible B-Movies that Triton-Day was constantly
promoting.  A peek behind that door forever
ended the personal aspects of their relationship.
	The voice had been Isabel's alright, and
she was far from alone.  The woman C.J. thought
she loved was spread out, disrobed, on the bed,
accompanied by two young men as naked as she
was.  C.J. recognized both of them as up and
coming actors, each the star of a newly released
hit film.  Triton-Day had been trying to work out a
representation deal with the both of them for
months.
	At the moment, Isabel was practicing a
most particular form of enticement, as she took
one young man between her legs and the other in
her mouth.  From the look on her face, C.J. got
the impression that Isabel was enjoying the
negotiations as much as they obviously were.
	From that day on, C.J. had become just
another employee at the public relations firm,
never again spending an intimate moment with her
now lost love.  The worst part of it all was that
not only had Isabel not seemed to care, she hadn't
even ever asked why.  Too good at what she was
doing and actually beginning to enjoy it as well,
C.J. wouldn't give her the satisfaction of quitting.
As long as she continued to keep the money
rolling in, Isabel seemed to be just as happy with
that situation as well.
	Realizing that she needed to get away for a
few days, if only to gain some perspective in her
life, C.J. had jumped at the chance to spend a
weekend in Boston. The Studios had asked for
someone to participate in a televised debate at
Harvard on the ever-continuing argument about
there being too much sex and violence in movies
and Hollywood's responsibility to curb it.   Not
that the Studios planned to do anything to curb
such things.  There was too much money to be
made with such movies.  But by taking part in the
debate, however, it gave the appearance that they
were concerned.

	Downing the last of her drink, C.J.
cautioned herself that she had better slow down
on the hard stuff.  Otherwise she'd be in no shape
to debate even the stuffy old windbags that usually
sat on these panels, condemning the filth that
passed for entertainment these days and at the
same time, committing even greater obscenities in
their business dealings.  She was about to order
something different when a soft-spoken voice
interrupted her.
	"Excuse me, but aren't you Claudia
Cregg?"  said a young, long haired blond woman
dressed in a white blouse and jeans who had
stepped up behind her.
	"I think only my mother calls me that these
days,"  C.J. smiled,  "but yes I'm Claudia Cregg.
What can I do for you?"

	"My name is Ainsley," the excited
twenty-something year old said.  "Ainsley Hayes.
I'm in my last year at Harvard, Harvard Law that
is, I got my Batchelor's Degree back home in
South Carolina."
	"Well with an accent like that,"  C.J.
smiled,  "I really didn't think you where a Boston
native.  So what can I do for you Ainsley Hayes
from South Carolina."
	"Not much really,"  the younger woman
said, continuing in her own unique speech pattern.
"I thought I recognized you and wanted to say
hello."
	"You recognized me?"  C.J. asked
curiously.
	"I'm one of the students on the committee
that is co-sponsoring the debate tomorrow,"
Ainsley went on.  "In fact I'm on the show.  I was
here with some friends and saw you when we
were leaving.  I didn't want to pass up the chance
to meet you."
	"I didn't know that the Agency had sent a
picture along with their acceptance letter," C.J.
commented.
	"Oh they didn't,"  Ainsley replied. "I
remember you from College."
	"I went to Berkeley,"  C.J. said a little
confused, "and you said you went to school in
South Carolina?"
	"Oh I didn't mean we went to school
together,"  the girl went on.  "I meant that I was
still an undergrad when I saw you in South
Carolina.  You were helping run the Whitmore
Campaign."
	Pieces quickly fell in place and C.J. now
knew what the girl was talking about.  A few
years back, she had been working on the Election
Committee for Doris Ann  Whitmore, who was
running for the State Legislature down in South
Carolina.  It had been a rough election, with her 
coming from behind to close to a statistical dead
heat with the incumbent.
	"I take it you followed the campaign pretty
well?"  C.J. asked.
	"Actually I did a study on it for my
Political Studies course,"  Ainsley said. "The view
of which was how the media coverage of the
candidate's personal life eclipsed every other issue
in the last week and decided the election."
	C.J. remembered that week well.  Nine
days before people cast their ballots, a story
surfaced in the papers hinting that the relationship
between Doris Whitmore and her long-term
personal assistant went far beyond what was
considered normal Especially in the conservative
district she was running in.
	No one ever came out and accused her of
being a lesbian, but the implication was there.  The
story had been totally false, but contained enough
facts that it couldn't easily be brushed aside.
	C.J. had been in a position to know a great
deal about the candidate's sexual preference.
Then problem was that while Doris was decidedly
heterosexual, the truth was that her assistant
wasn't.  That Doris was in no way the object of
her affections didn't seem to matter to those who
planted the story.
	She did what damage control she could,
but there wasn't enough time.  Doris had lost by
an overwhelming margin that in no way reflected
the last polls before the story broke.
	"That's what I want to do after I get my
degree,"  Ainsley said.
	"Lose elections?"  C.J. laughed.
	"No,"  the younger woman laughed back.
"Be involved in politics."
	"Well it's a tough field to get into,"  C.J.
offered.
	"Oh I know that,"  Ainsley replied.  "But I
think I have a good chance to Clerk at the
Supreme Court after graduation..."
	"The Supreme Court?"  C.J. interrupted,
"the one in Washington D.C.?"
	"That's the one,"  a smiling Ainsley
answered.
	"I'm impressed,"  the older woman
replied.
	 It was becoming increasingly obvious to
her that while the young blond might come off at
first like a lightweight, there was something
definitely stronger behind those eyes.  And they
were such beautiful eyes as well.
	"I was wondering if I could buy you a
drink?"  Ainsley asked.  "My Daddy always said
that you appreciate someone's work, you should
always be willing to show it."
	"Sure, why not?"  C.J. replied as she
gestured to the empty stool next to her.
	As she sat down, Ainsley made a gesture
to the bartender and pointed to C.J.'s drink.  The
obvious indication was to give her a refill.
	"Why don't we make the next one a
Grasshopper?"  C.J. said as the bartender picked
up her empty glass and she remembered what
she'd been thinking just  before her new friend had
introduced herself.
	"I'll just have a Fresca,"  Ainsley said to
the young man behind the bar.
	"You're not drinking?"  C.J. asked.
	"I already had a few beers with some
friends,"  she explained,  "and if I drink too much
I just get sick."
	C.J. didn't want to say what happened to
her when she had too much to drink.  Not when
she was becoming much too aware of the
curvature of the college woman's breasts and how
much of them were visible through the open
buttons at the top of her blouse.

	Twenty minutes later, C.J. found that she
was right in her initial assumption that Ainsley
Hayes was anything but a lightweight.  Her
memory was phenomenal, rattling off the details
of a dozen election campaigns she had studied.
	She also became aware that there was
something else passing between them.  At least
she thought there was.  If this was L.A., she
would've been in a bar where it might've been
more obvious, but the crowd here was so mixed
that anything was possible.  With as many drinks
as she'd had this evening, she knew she could be
imagining it all.
	"I'd really like the opportunity to know
you better,"  Ainsley finally said in a quiet voice
that carried many possible interpretations.  After
all, the young woman speaking those words was
almost half C.J.'s age.
	Those possibilities narrowed down to
almost a certainty as unnoticed by either C.J. or
the people around her, the future lawyer slid her
hand along the bar railing and laid it on top of
C.J.'s.
	That simple physical contact, so innocent
and yet at the same time so erotic sent a shiver
through the older woman.  A shiver centered
between her legs.  Forgetting that Ainsley had
already paid for their drinks, C.J. dropped a
ten-dollar bill on the counter and stood to her full
six-foot height.
	"I'm in room 1209,"  she said to Ainsley,
hoping that she hadn't badly misinterpreted what
had just happened.
	"1209,"  Ainsley repeated just loud
enough for C.J. to hear, confirming that her take
on the situation hadn't been in error.
	Ainsley finished her soda, giving C.J. time
to exit the bar and take the elevator up to the
fourth floor.  Then, leaving the ten dollars as a tip
for the bartender, she followed C.J.'s steps out of
the bar.


	C.J. barely had time to splash cold water
on her face in the bathroom before there was a
loud  knock at the door of her room.  She took a
few moments to check her appearance in the
mirror, then her blouse and slacks.  The matching
jacket to her outfit had been discarded the
moment she was back in the room.
	Reaching to unlock the door, C.J. had the
briefest of hesitations.  It wasn't as if she felt any
guilt about cheating on Isabel, that part of her life
was definitely over.  No, it was the fact that aside
from her now former lover, it had been quite some
time since she'd been with anyone.
	"Hi Ainsley,"  C.J. beamed as she opened
the door and saw the younger blond haired
woman standing in the hall.
	For a moment, Ainsley returned C.J.'s
smile.  Then, without a word, she stepped right by
the taller woman and into the room.  Out of an old
habit, C.J. leaned forward a little and looked up
and down the corridor, making sure it was empty.
No sooner had she did, she felt a little silly about
it.  After all, there were a hundred reasons as to
why the young blond might be visiting her room.
	Stepping back into her room and closing
the door, C.J. started to turn around to face her
guest.  Ainsley took her by surprise and she
abruptly threw her arms around the brunette and
pulled their bodies together.  Their lips met with a
hunger C.J. hadn't felt in a long, long time.
	The press of Ainsley's lips was electric,
C.J. thought, there was no other word for it.
Their softness exceeded only by that of her tongue
as it slid effortlessly into C.J.'s mouth.  The taller
woman also became aware of an equally soft hand
on her breast, caressing her nipple even through
the material of her blouse and bra.
	"Wow!" C.J. exclaimed as they lips finally
parted.
	"I think that people feel sort of  awkward
until they have their first real kiss,"  Ainsley
explained as she took a step back from C.J. and
moved to the center of the room.  "They try to act
cool and all that, but all they can think about it
what it's going to feel like to kiss that person.
After that, everything comes pretty natural.  So I
just get it out of the way in the beginning."
	"Not a bad idea,"  C.J. said softly as she
pressed her fingers to her lips, still tingling from
Ainsley's touch.
	"Nice room,"  the law student said as she
took in her surroundings.  "The school usually
doesn't spring for rooms this comfortable."
	"Well actually the Agency is ...."
	"So, do you have a lover?"  Ainsley
interrupted as she stepped back to C.J. and placed
her outstretched hand on the center of C.J.'s
chest.
	"Well, I ..."  C.J. started to answer.
	"Not that it bothers me if you do, if you're
cool with it and all."
	"Well I really haven't thought ..."
	"Are we going to talk all night, or do you
want to get naked?"  Ainsley said as she pressed
her lips against C.J.'s once more, this time kissing
her just long enough for the sensation to register.
"I don't know about you, but I could use a bath."
	Again without waiting for a response,
Ainsley began to unbutton her blouse, her fingers
moving quickly until her bra and the bare skin
around it were all that was left.  Not missing a
beat, she undid the center clasp of her simple bra
and tossed that the way of her shirt.
	C.J. looked enviously at the round firm
breasts of the younger girl.  The porcelain white
skin and the small rich nipples that capped each
one.  It had been many years since the public
relations expert's own mounds had been that firm.
	Ainsley didn't seem to even notice that
C.J. was staring as she slid down first her jeans,
and then the panties beneath them. The absence of
the latter exhibited a smooth shaved pussy.  In less
time that it had taken for her to say it, the smaller
woman was totally nude.
	"Well ...?  she said as she finally noticed
that C.J. was still fully clothed.
	A moment passed as C.J. slowly reached
up and started to undo her own blouse.
	"Oh let me help,"  Ainsley said as she
started on the bottom button and met C.J. halfway
to the top.
	As C.J.'s top joined Ainsley's on the floor,
the young blond kissed the exposed top of the
older woman's breasts.  She pulled down the
cups, running her tongue across the larger, darker
nipples beneath.
	"Oh yes,"  C.J. sighed at her touch,
repeating it even louder as Ainsley took the whole
nipple between her lips.
	At the same time, the younger woman
undid the clasp holding C.J.'s slacks.  Soon they
were down on the floor as well.
	Without releasing her hold on C.J.'s
breasts, Ainsley slid her hand down C.J.'s back,
beneath the waistband of her light blue panties.
Ainsley's fingers tickled the cheeks of C.J.'s ass,
then slid across her leg to the wetness of her
mound.
	"Oh God, yes!" C.J. moaned even louder
as she felt two slender fingers slide inside of her,
pressing against her clitoris.
	Ainsley massaged the depths of C.J.`s sex 
for a little longer, then removed her fingers,
closing them on the rim of the underwear, pulling
them down C.J.`s long legs.
	Sliding her hands back up those smooth
legs, Ainsley paused just long enough to kiss the
dark mound between. A mound rich with the scent
of C.J.'s arousal.
	"Mmmmmm,"  Ainsley purred as she
pressed her nimble tongue deep between the folds
of the older woman's sex.
	"Oh yes,"  C.J. signed in response, the soft
pressure against her clit triggering a response
across her body.
	Ainsley guided her tongue back and forth a
few more times, just enough to give both of them
a taste of what was to come.
	With a slight reluctance to leave her new
prize, the blond haired young woman stood up
and kissed her new love.  C.J. pressed back hard,
tasting the excitement of her own body on
Ainsley's lips.
	"I think we're ready for that bath,"  the
college student said after they'd exchanged a few
more kisses.

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