by Brent Reilly
For Monique, it was not a tough decision. There was even some symmetry to it, because when her parents died in a car crash when she was just eight, David and his father were among those who most comforted her.
Then David learned hypnosis in medical school and everything changed. Hypnosis helps with memory, relaxation, and concentration – useful things for medical school students. He even studied hypno-therapy and past-life regression to re-live previous lives. But, more importantly, a classmate taught David how to use hypnosis to induce “hypno-orgasms”.
Some women cannot have orgasms due to psychological reasons – stress, anxiety, self-esteem, or because of a traumatic experience such as childhood molestation. After treating the causes, such as desensitizing them to the traumatic experience, they still have to actually orgasm in order for the therapy to be successful. Since sex with patients is illegal, immoral, and frowned upon, some therapists use hypnosis to induce the orgasm – without touching the fully-clothed patient, and without the patient touching herself. Nice work if you can get it.
But hypno-orgasms don’t have to be part of therapy. Anyone, or at least any woman, can and should enjoy them.
Thus began David’s obsession with mastering this not-so-dark art. He learned that he could not just induce them, but make them far longer, stronger, and intense than any they have had before. Since physical contact was optional, hypno-orgasms were the ultimate in safe sex. Since they build upon the best orgasms a woman has ever had, then exceeds them, they outclass everything available to mere mortals. David learned to take a few lucky bitches up to one peak after another, until she reached a mountain range of orgasms. Dehydrated, some were too exhausted to crawl to the bathroom.
And no one was more receptive to hypno-orgasms than Monique. So much so, that she complained of the shakes if she went too long without one. And she said it with unnerving sincerity. David, a medical doctor, didn’t know whether to diagnose it as an addiction, an obsession, or a blessing from God.
Monique became so conditioned that he could get her off by using a trigger word that hypnotically induced her to re-live – not just remember – the best hypno-orgasm she ever had. He had her re-live that experience so many times, vividly recreating the sights, sounds, and smells, that the sensations felt fresh every time.
Especially when he did it in public.
When they went out dancing, she could have several orgasms before leaving the club. When she collapsed on the dance floor, everyone assumed that she was just drunk.
For a model who excelled at manipulating men, the humiliation was exquisite. It was the sexual version of becoming a reborn Christian. After dominating so many powerful men, utter helplessness before one man was strangely fulfilling.
Determined to become more than just friends and lovers, last year Monique enlisted Lisa and Lorena’s help, learning to cook David’s favorite foods, buy his clothes, and befriend his kids. For years Lorena assumed that Monique was after her husband, so she became enthusiastic about helping Monique win over her son.
Not that anyone clued in poor ol’ Jackson, who avoided Monique like the plague.
David always had strong feeling for Monique, ever since they were kids. Now, however, the sheer intensity of their relationship had traveled far beyond mere friendship with awesome benefits. He was not sure what to do. He wanted lots of kids, while she, working as a model, obviously did not. Or not for another decade because pregnant models don’t get a lot of work. So they assumed a normal relationship was out of the question.
Well, when you can’t have normal, you might as well enjoy abnormal.
David always understood his own imperfections: he was an asshole. Parts of his emotional makeup were frozen in time from his fights with his father. David knew he was obsessive-compulsive – hell, that got him through his doctorate and medical school. With all other women besides his wife and Monique, he was emotionally unavailable. That was why he thought Monique chose him.
Yet Monique now made him feel and behave different. She somehow sucked his anger out like snake poison. Fewer things pissed him off. Not even his father could trigger a decent rage in him anymore. He no longer went to bars looking for the biggest, baddest bully to kick the shit out of. Even more surprising, his own kids now wanted to spend time with him. Just the other day he made his own kids laugh. Deliberately. David recognized it for what it was. He was no longer a big asshole.
David learned long ago that something is only kinky until you’re tried it yourself. David had watch Monique do sex scenes in several European movies. That no longer felt kinky. But David had never before filmed Monique sticking another man’s finger into her pussy. It shocked, disgusted, and provoked the hell out of him. If his rock-hard cock didn’t nearly smack him in the face, his first reaction would have been to grab one of his guns.
The longer they kissed, the harder he got. Putting Cooper’s finger in her rocked his world. But when smooth motherfucker Daniel Cooper smiled, clearly enjoying the taste of David’s cum, well, that was just too much. David came right then and there, all over the camera controllers. David was out of breath like he had just run a marathon. And he actually ran marathons -- it helped dissolve the anger -- so he knew what it felt like.
Trying to catch his breath, a few things became very clear to David. One, he was going to fuck the shit out of Monique as soon as possible – she loved anal -- even though he had come twice in the last ten minutes. Two, he hoped to God that Cooper won the election, because (three) Cooper was now their bitch. “Bitch” was a strong word, and not one lightly used to describe a president. But when a guy has tasted your sperm, and liked it, and you had it recorded, then that sorry motherfucker was your bitch. Any other word was simply inadequate.
If his dad needed leverage over Cooper, he just got it in spades. He figured that he just videotaped another decade of funding for his dinosaur project. David looked at the rising dawn and predicted that this would be the best damn day of his life. If they survived.
“Danny, my boy,” David said to his video monitor, with unexpected pleasure, “you are fucked!”
Of course, they were screwed if his mother ever found out.
11
Henry Jackson knocked his white plastic chair back as he leaped from around the card table to save Cooper from the claws of these beautiful women. Across the shoebox-like basement he squeezed through the partially open doorway. Outside of the metallic basement, in a hole ten feet deep, he crawled up the ladder to the garage. At the top of the ladder, Lisa darted ahead of him, laughing recklessly, clearly enjoying the chase.
Jackson felt off-balanced as he raced after her, his heart pounding and his head ringing. His mouth dried up as he sucked in desperately needed oxygen. Normally a fitness nut, he was only too aware how far his aging metabolism and sedentary lifestyle were adding on the pounds. Months with very little sleep had not helped.
He expected to sleep in today, in Fairbanks, to rest up for the Big Event. Not be blindsided by his own daughter before sunrise. After another sleepless night, one moment he is calmly checking his emails, and the next he is racing after his half-naked daughter before sunrise before she fucked up his relationship with the next possible president of the United States.
Well, at least the day could not possibly get worse.
Bursting through the door to the house, he saw that Lisa already made contact. Monique held Cooper’s arm in hers, as if she had to hold him steady, when what she really wanted was for him to feel her – physically and otherwise. Jackson heard her talk softly to Cooper in charming French-accented English, which she learned was a huge turn-on for any man who didn’t speak French.
Dumb models often became stuck-up because everyone praises them while asking nothing in return – not even gratitude. Smart models like Monique, who like many Europeans spoke several languages, wielded her beauty more skillfully. She used her wit, graciousness, and culture like a rapier sword while less sophisticated hotties sliced and diced their way through li
fe with machetes.
Jackson quickly calculated the damage. One look told Jackson that Cooper was hooked. He had never met Monique before, and it showed. Monique got bored with men quickly, but now she was giving Cooper the full treatment – looking up at him with big, dark eyes, smiling and laughing easily, and making him feel like he was captivating her. Women conquer men by making the men believe that they are conquering them. Cooper, expecting a dull meeting with Jackson, must have been completely taken by surprise when Monique answered the front door while Lisa distracted her father. It only took a minute for men to fall in lust with Monique, and she knew how to maximize every second.
It struck Jackson again how Reagan-esque Cooper was. Or, at least, how Reagan-esque he became. When he ran for governor of Texas in 2006, no one gave a Democrat – any Democrat – a chance in hell of winning. Not in the middle of Bush country. With his poll numbers embarrassingly in the teens, Cooper needed a media gimmick. Since he was tall, folksy, and friendly, Cooper decided to out-Reagan the opposition. Bush hand-picked his successor, Governor Perry, who had been a Democrat, so Cooper started lumping them together as anti-Reaganites.
The irony is the far-right would no longer elect Ronald Reagan today, given their treatment of Republican candidates for president.
Taxes? Reagan raised taxes eight times as president, including to save Social Security. Reagan even signed the largest income tax hike in American history in 1983 -- apparently deficits do matter. At least back in the day when Republicans cared about fiscal responsibility.
Spending? Reagan increased government spending so much faster than revenues that he left taxpayers with the largest deficit in American history – more than all of his 39 predecessors put together.
Abortion? In his first year in office in 1967 Governor Reagan legalized abortion in California six years before the Supreme Court imposed it upon the rest of the country and his first Supreme Court appointment supported abortion rights.
Immigration? Reagan gave millions of illegal aliens blanket amnesty, which encouraged further illegal immigration, never protected the border, and never cracked down on employers as the amnesty law required.
Foreign policy? Reagan negotiated with the Evil Empire, gave chemical weapon precursors and billions in aid to Saddam Hussein, traded weapons to Iran, armed terrorists in Latin America who wiped out entire villages for political purposes, and armed the Taliban. Cut and run? He pulled out of Lebanon after letting 241 Marines die in vain, then invaded Granada to erase the fiasco from public memory.
Reagan represented the opposite of what the Republican base wants today – on national security, taxation, foreign policy, spending, and social issues. Reagan couldn’t get elected today. So for a Democrat to both dismantle Reagan and discredit his opponents for not being sufficiently Reagan-ish was too much.
Cooper didn’t claim to be Reagan-like, although he died his hair and imitated his mannerisms to come across like Reagan. No, he simply used Reagan to paint Bush and his hand-picked successor as anti-conservative. It didn’t even have to be true as long as it got him in the news.
Cooper now acted Reagan-like for so long that it was a natural part of him. His likable personality radiated confidence while his considerable personal charm won him friends and disarmed enemies. He proved that Democrats could win even in Texas. In 2011, Cooper drew crowds that rivaled Obama and Hillary. He wooed the national media like an ugly chick.
But the thing that struck Jackson the most was how presidential Cooper looked. Palin may have charisma, but Cooper had gravitas. Cooper was too superficial to make a great president, but he would look like a great president.
Just like Ronald Reagan.
12
Jackson arrived just in time to see his daughter yell out, “Uncle Dan”, then jump up and give Cooper a big hug as if she were still ten years old, when they first met.
The surprised look on Cooper’s face made Jackson realize that Cooper had not seen Lisa since the boob job. Cooper, damn him, could not look happier, as Lisa took Cooper’s other arm and pressed her bra-less breasts against him. The three of them were still laughing when Jackson reached them, trying to catch his breath. Today was going to be one of those days.
“Good morning, Henry!” Cooper greeted him. “You look like you haven’t eaten your Wheaties today.”
Henry blocked their path, bent over with a hand on the wall while he calmed his heaving chest. Red faced and perspiring, Jackson realized what a contrast he made to the dapper Cooper, with beautiful women clutching each arm.
“How are ya, Dan?” he got out between heaves.
“Why, Henry, I’ve never been better.” Cooper was not just enjoying his female company, but also Henry’s discomfort. “You know, if you told me what a great welcoming committee I’d have, it would have been a lot easier to get me here.”
And wasn’t that the truth.
This observation only made Jackson feel worse. Jackson wasn’t a natural politician, and it irritated the hell out of him that he still missed a trick after a decade in the business. He had worked hard to master politics, yet still fumbled the basics, like using beautiful women against your closest friends. If their positions were reversed, Cooper would never have missed such an obvious trick.
“Dad,” Lisa exploded breathlessly, “Uncle Dan wants me to sing the national anthem at his campaign rallies -- maybe even at his presidential inauguration!”
In 2008, Governor Jackson hosted the XLII SuperBowl at a newly built next-gen stadium in Glendale, Arizona. Which turned out much better than when the Steelers beat the shit out of his precious Arizona Cardinals at the SuperBowl the following year in Tampa. Lisa, who began singing the national anthem at his 2006 re-election campaign, later sang before games with the Arizona Diamondbacks (baseball), Cardinals (football), and Suns (basketball). With her father backing her up on guitar, she belted out that tune literally hundreds of times, but really hit it out of the park at the 2008 SuperBowl. Pre-boob job, she cut a cute figure, innocently charming the audience, just like she practiced thousands of times in the mirror. The local media loved it. The Arizona Republic even put her on their front page, which triggered her addiction to fame.
In just seconds, Lisa not only put the next possible president in her debt, but reminded him what a big media splash she made singing the national anthem at the SuperBowl in the 3D movie Regolith. Right before the impact incinerated her, which left audiences weeping.
The 3D visuals were compelling: a mountain punching through the atmosphere, the scorching heat, the sonic boom, the blast from the pressure wave that made viewers in 3D theaters jump out of their seats, as a stadium full of football fans looked up at what would soon vaporize them. All interspersed with Lisa, post-boob job, belting out the national anthem. To get free publicity, the studio quickly turned that scene into a popular music video that frequently played before sporting events. Thousands of public school replaced their national anthem with Lisa’s. That scene and movie had such an emotional impact, amid all the asteroid hysteria, that some people couldn’t look at Lisa and not re-live the trauma of seeing her character kill. So Lisa singing the anthem would turn audiences putty in Cooper’s hands as he wound them up with his stump speech.
The movie only came out on Thanksgiving, but within days she had a big label record contract. The hours she wasted shopping, blogging, and twittering Lisa now spent in a Tucson music studio or modeling photo shoots.
Watching Lisa become the next Kardasian horrified her father, who reacted like the world was coming to an end. She was even getting movie parts from studios who didn’t yet know her acting sucked.
So of course Cooper would love her to sing the national fricking anthem at his campaign events -- she could double his crowds. Lisa could make even a presidential candidate look cool. Ask Barack Obama or Bill Clinton -- it’s not easy. More importantly, it associated Cooper with the movie and all the disaster preparation, in contrast to Palin and the Republicans who ridiculed the hysteria. For o
nce, Democrats tapped into fear while Republicans tried to reassure. And Dems won hands down.
Lisa would be forever associated with President Cooper, and she knew exactly how to play that card: frequently and forcefully. Just like she often heard her grandfather the astronomy professor open an argument with, “Well, according to Einstein…”, so, too, could she say, “Well, the president of the United States told me that he, like, totally agrees with me on this.”
Anything that raised her profile gave her an edge over more talented actresses. Most actors become famous because of their acting; Lisa wanted to become famous in order to break into acting. If Paris Hilton could get acting, singing, and clothing-line gigs, then there was hope for her.
And, unlike Paris, Lisa had tits. Bought and paid for.
Lisa got into singing the anthem in the first place because that was one of the few songs that her father mastered on his electric guitar. Jimmy Hendrix inspired him to learn the song when he was just a kid. Aside from easy numbers like Deep Purple’s Smoke on the Water, the anthem was one of the few songs that stayed with him over the years. When he ran for DNC chairman, the sight of billionaire Governor Jackson playing guitar while his teenage daughter sang her heart out at the SuperBowl made a huge impression on the 400 members who elect the chair of the national party. The national anthem is hard, yet Lisa picked up some notes and carried them to the heavens, wowing critics and the audience alike. And the sight of an eccentric billionaire letting his adorable teenage girl shine won him sympathy from a lot of women. Something he traded on ever since.
Jackson noted that she said nothing about him playing with her. As usual, she excluded him. Feeling old and obsolete, Jackson used an old politician’s trick and changed the subject.