Each night, the President challenged Cher to entertain him with a completely new tale. Each story had to be exactly one hundred words long, had to feature himself as the central character, and had to focus on one of the President's favourite three topics: golf, money and sex. Failure was unthinkable: she would have to offer her body to him for the entire night. To date, she'd escaped every night.
As her wordcount hit the nineties, she could hear him snoring. She was safe until tomorrow.