A pair of burly Secret Service agents frogmarch a groggy young woman through the bowels of a grand New York hotel to meet their boss. The peroxide blonde tries in vain to shrug them off. 'Am I meat to be delivered?' she asks angrily through her drug-fogged brain. 'Is that what this is — room service?'Apparently, that's precisely what this is. She's taken to the sprawling suite where a U.S. president is lying on his bed taking an important phone call from what sounds like his worried chief.Without even breaking off from the call, he forces his visitor to pleasure him and later, it's strongly hinted, he rapes her.
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