NOTE: I know it's been awhile since I uploaded a story, but I've been very busy. I also had a bout of pneumonia that kept me out for awhile. I'm better now and felt it was time to upload this story. Eventually, it will lead into the actual game of Saints Row 4. It might take a few chapters to lead up to the point though. I do hope you enjoy it! :)

TRUE VISION

Chapter 1: Welcome to the White House

Shaundi leaned against the stair railing, peering down at the drunk party goers below her. The walls shook with each boom of the speakers blaring a song by a live band called Blind Rebellion, a new group, fresh on the underground circuit. She listened as a saxophone echoed throughout the hallways. It had a smooth jazz rhythm, but with a hint of something different...almost rock-like in tone. She'd never heard a saxophone played in such a way. She found herself disappointed when the solo ended, but the rest of the song kept her attention. It reminded her of something from the 1980's, with an electric keyboard and strong bass beat. She tapped her fingers on the stair railing until The Boss leaned next to her.

"What are you doing?" he asked, the smell of alcohol strong on his breath.

"I could be asking you the same thing," she said, fanning a hand in front of her face

"I'm having fun, or have you not noticed there's a party going on?"

"There's always a party going on."

"What the hell happened to you?" asked The Boss, shaking his head. "You used to be fun."

"I'm still fun. How can you be having party anyway? May I remind you about the press conference in the morning?"

"Psh," said The Boss , before taking a swig of his drink.

"Boss, you missed the last two. Kinzie can't keep bailing you out."

"Will you stop talking about work? You're a total buzz kill."

The Boss didn't give her a chance to retort before walking away. Shaundi let out a frustrated breath and shook her head before noticing Pierce standing next to her.

"Man's got a point, Shaundi."

"How long have you been standing there?" she asked, turning to him.

"Long enough," said Pierce.

"And you agree with what he said? You think I'm a buzz kill?"

"A little, but I think it's because you haven't been laid in awhile."

"Excuse me?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"Come on, Shaundi. You haven't been on a date since that guy what's his name, the Puerto Rican Sex God."

"Thunder God," corrected Shaundi. "And since when is my sex life any of your business?"

"Since when is your sex life NOT someone's business?" asked Pierce, raising his brow. "Gurl, you're deprived and your vibrator isn't doing its job anymore."

Shaundi's mouth dropped open, "How the hell do you know that I use a vibrator? Have you been going through my stuff?"

"Chill out, my room is right next to yours remember? Not a single night passes when I don't hear the faint sound of buzzing and muffled moans from your room. It's been happening more and more lately. I used to think it was kinda hot, but now it's just depressing."

"Well, I'm sorry my sex life-or lack thereof-isn't entertaining enough for you."

"Gurl, you're missing the point," said Pierce. "You're Shaundi, pent up sexual energy isn't your thing. You need to let loose-let your hair down-literally. I mean, look at you, you've been off the clock for two hours and you're still in your work clothes."

Shaundi looked away from him and tapped her fingers on the railing in aggravation. She looked down at her black blazer and mini-skirt before blowing a small curl of bang away from her face.

"What do you suggest I do?" she asked.

"A man," he said, gesturing around him. "Any man, take your pick."

"Maybe, I don't want just 'any' man," said Shaundi.

"Then, a woman. I won't judge...actually, I might encourage it."

"That's not what I meant," she said. "And, I'm done talking about this. I'm going to bed."

Shaundi turned around and walked toward her bedroom, ignoring the drunk guests passed out in the hallway until she met one the man secret service agents strategically placed around the house. He nodded, acknowledging her presence.

"Mam."

"I'm going to disappear for few hours. I haven't slept in days and need some rest," said Shaundi. "Remain alert, let me know if anything happens."

"Yes, mam."

The agents whispered orders into his wrist communicator as she turned a corner and reached her door. Remembering she'd locked it, she pulled out her room key and inserted it into the key hole. It turned with ease, but it didn't unlock the door.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I swear, this thing has a mind of its own."

She jiggled the knob a few times until it clicked and turned open. The sound of a man puking in a potted plant behind her caught her attention and she rolled her eyes before walking into her room. She set her keys and badge on her bedside table before removing her thigh holster and gun. Pulling the pins out of her hair, she let her brown locks fall to her shoulders and ran her fingers along her neck as she walked to her dresser. She unbuttoned her blazer and unzipped her skirt, letting both fall to the floor. She opened her underwear drawer and grabbed a clean pair of panties before kicking her old pair to the side with her foot. Slipping the new pair on, she noticed her vibrator resting quietly on top of her assorted undergarments. She gently bit her bottom lip and thought of her conversation with Pierce. She didn't want to admit it, but he was right, she was pent up.

After grabbing her vibrator, she locked her door and lied down on her bed. She turned off her bedside lamp, making the room dark aside from the silver moonlight peeking in stripes through the blinds. Caressing her breast, she flipped the vibrator on and rested it between her legs. Her nipple grew hard under her fingers as she slowly moved her hips, the vibrations surging through her loins. She pressed her lips together and took in a deep breath through her nose before inserting the toy inside of her. Moving it in and out, she gyrated her hips and vigorously caressed her breast bringing herself close to climax. She slowed her pace and decreased the vibration setting, teasing herself for more. Clenching her toes, she turned up the vibration to its max setting and closed her eyes. She quickly moved it in and out, nearly ready to let herself go. A soft moan escaped her lips before her bedroom door flew open.

"Shit!" she screamed, grabbing her gun. She aimed it toward her door and quickly covered herself with her bed sheet. In the doorway stood a man with short, dark-brown hair and tan skin. He had on a pair of shiny-black sunglasses.

"I-I'm so sorry," he said. "I thought this was the men's room."

"What are you blind?" she asked. "Does this look like a fucking bathroom to you?"

"I wouldn't know...and yes, I am blind."

Shaundi stared at the stranger and waved her hand at him to confirm his statement. He tilted his ear toward her and furrowed his brow.

"Do you-Do you hear something?" he asked.

"What?"

"It's like a small buzzing noise."

Shaundi's eyes grew wide when she realized her vibrator was still on. She picked it up and fumbled with the power switch.

"That's...uh," she said, slamming it against her palm. She whispered under her breath, "C'mon you fucker."

"I'm sorry?" he asked, barely catching her words.

"Nothing."

She finally turned off the vibrator by removing the batteries and placed her head in her hands. She was relieved that he couldn't see her, but it didn't take away her embarrassment.

"Do you mind closing the door?" she asked.

"Oh, right. Of course," Before closing the door, he turned toward the sound of her voice, "I have no clue where I'm going, do you mind showing me to the bathroom?"

"Sure. Just give me a minute."

He nodded and shut the door. Shaundi fell back on to her bed and covered her eyes with her hands before letting out a small, nervous laugh.

"I have to get that lock fixed," she told herself before getting out of bed and putting on her clothes.

She opened the door to her bedroom to see the blind stranger waiting for her in the hallway. Though she couldn't see his eyes, she could tell he was attractive. His lips were soft and well-defined. He had a strong jaw, but still seemed to have a hint of baby fat lingering in his cheeks.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Ethan."

"I'm Shaundi."

"Nice to meet you." He reached out until he felt her arm and gently rested his masculine hand on her shoulder. She glanced at it and cleared her throat before walking down the hallway.

"So, what brings you here?"

"I'm in the band. This is our first big gig."

"You're in the band? What instrument do you play?" she asked.

"The saxophone."

Shaundi stopped walking causing Ethan to bump into her back. He kept his hand on her shoulder and leaned close to her.

"Why'd we stop? Are we at the bathroom?" he asked.

"There's a line," said Shaundi, looking at the row of people waiting to use the bathroom.

"Is there another one we could use?"

"Don't bother," said a bystander. "Every bathroom in the house is like this."

Shaundi bit her lip in thought before tapping his hand. "Come on," she said and led him toward the front door.

"Is it always like this here?"

"Yep," she said with an aggravated breath. "Welcome to The White House."