Lesbian Billionaire

by Olivia Hampshire

  Then again, maybe they should never have doubted it. After all, they were the ones arranging this whole campaign behind the scenes.

  As sexy as Frump's antics at the fashion show had been, they did not go far enough to convince the LGBT voters that Frump was really on their side. After all, the performance was carried out for a mostly straight audience. The type of audience full of male dogs who loved jiggly fake tits in sexy lingerie. Frump would have to do more than that.

  Jerry Pringer arranged for the hot Chippendale's strippers to stay on the campaign trail, and in line with the boys' requests, they travelled all over small town America letting gay men suck their dicks. It was not too long before Frump was leading the polls among gay male voters, although he was still struggling with the lesbians. They liked Penny Carter, and Frump wasn't able to do much about that. It was still a world of double standards, and if Frump had taken some hot models around the country and had them strip and let some bull dykes suck on their titties and clitties, well, the whole feminist movement would have been up in arms about exploitation.

  Chapter 17, Who are We?

  The election was over and the last vote had been counted, and Donald Frump was the winner. Donald took the stage, confetti and banners and flags are everywhere. Ten thousand red white and blue balloons were released in Times Square, off to the ocean to choke a bunch of sea life. People are shouting, "Donald, Donald, Donald!"

  After several minutes, Donald Frump was able to quiet the crowd. He began his acceptance speech by telling the Americans that there was someone they needed to meet. "First of all, my beloved Americans, I want to bring out my main man behind the scenes, and one of my best friends, Mr. Jerry Pringer."

  Jerry came out waving and smiling at the crowd, but the people were not very pleased. "What the heck is he doing here?" People were asking each other, confused. Jerry Pringer of all people, the host of that trashy daytime television talk show! What business did he have with the next president of the United States? A proud, good man like Donald Frump!

  Donald told the confused audience, "This has been a lot of fun, folks. I guess the best part was stopping World War Three, but maybe even more than that, it was fun fouling millions and millions of really stupid people. I mean, if you guys voted for me, if you supported my campaign, you are really a stupid muther fucker. No offense."

  The crowd of supporters were frowning, perplexed. Was this another part of Mr. Frump's whole silly shenanigans? Or was he being serious? And if he was being serious, how dare he call them stupid?! It was all very confusing.

  "Look, I don't know if you idiots can digest this, but this was all a joke. A total joke meant to prove that Americans have gone wayyyy down the tubes. Don't any of you people read? Didn't you do a little research? Did you even listen to the things I was saying? Have you been hearing what these politicians have been telling you all these years, or do you just vote for whatever feels right in your heart? Do you just vote blindly for any candidate that appeals to you on one spur of the moment without looking into their policies or their ideas?"

  There was no response. The Americans were too dumbstruck (and besides, Donald had hit the nail right on the head, what were they supposed to say anyway?)

  "I had fun, I won't lie, but this was all about selling hate and seeing who would buy it. Do you remember the good old days when America was all about ‘one nation under God'? God is not white or black or Latino. No one knows who God is, but he is certainly not about hate or anger or pissing people off."

  "Are we educating our kids? Remember when America led the world in science and math and creative thinking. When a liberal arts education was something valued to help our children think? Now we spend more money on homeland security and weapons than we do on educating our children. It's a sad, sorry state to be in."

  "Can't you idiots see that my opponent, Penny Carter, actually cares about you? Penny Carter actually cares about an educated, better America that wants and welcomes everyone, Mexicans, Arabs, Muslims, Gays, Blacks and Whites to be unified and welcome here in our potentially great country. And yet you dumb fucks didn't even vote for her! You ridiculed her for being an older woman and called her ugly and you couldn't move past that."

  "My campaign manager, Jerry Pringer, and I had a little bet going. The bet was that I could win the presidential election based on total bullshit. And as you now clearly see, bullshit in this country will always win over sincerity and greatness. I don't even want to be president. Who the fuck would want to lead you people?"

  And with that, Donald Frump made a historic announcement, "I concede the election. I concede to the next President of the United States, Penny Carter. But, before I leave, please sit back down in your seats and take some time to really think about what happened here. Think about all of the bullshit that occurred. Think about what the American people did to themselves basically just because you are all stupid people. That was your choice. I'm a billionaire. I can do whatever I want and live wherever I want. I don't even know if I want to live here anymore."

  With that, he gave his closing message, "Penny Carter, where ever you are, I wish that God may be with you and I wish you the best of luck running this shit show." Then he and Jerry left the stage.

  Back in Condo #7, the television screen faded to black. Lester look at Captain Quick and asked him, sincerely, "GQ, do you think the American people learned anything from this?"

  "I don't know," Captain Quick responded. "Some people say there is nothing new under the sun. Ever since man has been living on this planet it has been the same old bullshit. For thousands of years. Same shit, different people."

  Chapter 18, Free at Last

  George Tree had been able to escape from the island once Jeb had been exposed as the mastermind behind Horus and he and his advisor Probus Freebus had been taken to a nice prison, similar to the black ops prison location #85 on Skyros Island. Except a little bit more gay. During their stay there while they were awaiting trial, they learned some serious tolerance. Tolerance of big criminal cocks up their virgin butt holes.

  The Tree family apologized to George after they sprang him free, and he agreed to forgive them under the condition that they left him and his boyfriend Sam alone to live a free life. The family agreed, and in fact they were happy to never see George again and be reminded of the whole horrible incident.

  Sam and George were very happy with how things turned out, although George ended up losing his job with the CIA when it was discovered that he had been leaking information to George and had even gone ahead and given George permission to let Frump ruin the Republican debate. He didn't mind though. He and George had enough money saved up for the rest of their lives. They decided to retire to a sweet mountain villa in the Greek Isles, good distance from Skyros. George had fallen in love with the scenery during his brief period of imprisonment, and he was happy to spend the rest of his days there having raunchy sex with his hunky ex-CIA boy toy.

  So, everything turned out happily ever after.

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  Innocent Slave

  by Olivia Hampshire

  Chapter 1, Sparkling Diamond Tiara

  Debbie was attending a debutante ball in Houston, Texas. She had been hired to provide security to the high profile event, which featured some of the wealthiest, prettiest young women in the big Southern state making their first appearance in adult society. Most of the blossoming girls were the daughters of wealthy oil barons, but others belonged to the Southern intelligentsia. Debbie Brown was a high powered super spy, but when she wasn’t on big international missions she enjoyed getting paid handsomely to provide her services to the highest bidder. She was getting paid very well for this easy assignment,
plus she would have the chance to check out a lot of beautiful young woman. Debbie was a sexy, tall redhead. She stood at 5 feet 9 inches, and she was currently 6 feet in her high heels. She had long red hair, and a hot, fit body. She was wearing a glittery red dress that somehow didn’t clash with her red hair at all. She had matching ruby red shoes, and a tight gold choker with a large ruby centerpiece. Her hair was done in loose, wavy curls. Her makeup was impeccable, emphasizing her defined cheekbones and her thick, pouty red lips. She wore a shimmery green eye shadow that popped with the color of her dress, and she had heavy mascara. Although she preferred to use martial arts, the men who had hired her had outfitted her with a small pistol that she wore in a lacy thigh holster under her dress. She didn’t plan to use it, but she was aware of its presence with every movement.

  The food was great, lots of fancy small appetizers, but there were also some Texas classics like BBQ, brisket tacos, small dishes of Frito pie, and fried okra. Debbie stuck mostly to the fancy stuff, but she hazarded some choice BBQ cuts with a big slab of Texas toast. It was delightfully delicious. There were all sorts of cocktails and margaritas available, along with high priced wines, but Debbie wasn’t allowed to drink while she was on duty. She looked longingly at some Texas tea that a waitress was offering to the guests at the ball, but she had no problem controlling her drinking. She could see that some of the guests were already very drunk, and she kept and eye out for them. She didn’t want any fights or other unruly behavior to ruin the classiness of the affair.

  Eventually it was time for the young women to make their appearance on the ballroom floor. Each girl came out one after another, they were all beautiful. They had big hair that was done up in elegant styles with lots of hairspray and bobby pins. Most of the women were your typical white Southern girl with dyed blond hair in curls. They had big flowing dresses and Debbie was surprised none of them tripped or got lost in the dress trains. All of the women had big smiles that looked plastered on. Many of them were either visiting tanning beds or had gotten some super spray tans. They were all beautiful, but there was a serious cookie-cutter look to all of them and they didn’t really get Debbie going in any significant way.

  Finally, a woman appeared who really caught Debbie’s attention. She was an Asian woman introduced as Wenjiao Wang, daughter of the famous Wang family, the group that had brought high speed broadband Internet to Texas. They were very well educated and new wealthy. Wenjiao had a different look from all of the other girls, she was prestigious and rare. She was dressed in a flowing, bouncing deep purple cotillion dress with a tight bodice that emphasized her petite frame. The purple made her look absolutely royal, and it highlighted her creamy Asian skin. Her long, thick black hair was done up in a simple style, and she wore a sparkling diamond tiara with a matching diamond necklace. According to the introductions, Wenjiao was headed off to Princeton after graduation, and she planned to pursue her intellectual passion for ancient Chinese history. Her makeup was tasteful and delicate; she certainly broke the mold. The rest of the night passed by uneventfully. Debbie hardly noticed any of the other girls who appeared, and she passed the rest of the night keeping an eye on Wenjiao.

  When the event was over and everyone was leaving, Debbie found a chance to introduce herself to Wenjiao. The sweet girl with a philanthropic heart had stayed behind to see if there was any way she could help with the event clean up. Debbie took the opportunity to explain to her that the guests, especially the debutante guests of honor, were explicitly forbidden from such work. She suggested that she escort Wenjiao to her limousine so she could get home safely. Wenjiao was taken aback by Debbie’s beauty, and she agreed to let the amazing, tall woman take her to her ride. When they got to the limo, Wenjiao told Debbie that she had two hours until her curfew, and she suggested she and Debbie go out and enjoy some of the finest Chinese cuisine that Texas had to offer. They went to the Mala Bistro in China town, and Debbie let Wenjiao take over. She spoke to the waiter in Chinese and ordered several items. Steaming hot dishes, accompanied by a big bowl of piping hot white rice, emerged quickly. There was a delicious eggplant dish, some sort of special Chinese green vegetable, and delicious crispy duck. It seemed like a lot, but Wenjiao told Debbie that it was simple Chinese hospitality and urged her to take home anything she didn’t finish.

  The women got to know each other over the meal. Debbie told Wenjiao that she had gone to Harvard, and she spoke over seven languages, including Chinese, although she was a bit rusty. She and Wenjiao conversed for a bit in Mandarin, Wenjiao gently correcting her Chinese and encouraging her. Debbie found herself blushing in front of this young girl as she got back into Chinese language mode. She was surprised at how much food Wenjiao was able to tuck away, and she hoped her dress wasn’t going to pop at the seams. Despite the large quantities of food Wenjiao was eating, she seemed so dainty in doing so, and she was an expert with her chopsticks, never spilling a single bit on her dress. After the meal was over, the waiter brought out an expensive, elaborate looking bottle of baiju sorghum wine. It was a distilled liquor that was about 60% alcohol by volume and had a very strong taste. The waiter poured both of the women a small cup of baiju, and Wenjiao led them in a short toast. Debbie choked down the shot of strong liquor, struggling not to cough. She instantly felt drunk.

  In the car ride back, Wenjiao got very touchy feely with Debbie. She put her hand in Debbie’s hand and began stroking her fingers gently. The girl was slightly drunk, and she was gazing up at Debbie lovingly. Debbie was also drunk, and she returned that longing gaze with a deep kiss. The kiss turned into Frenching, and before Debbie knew it she had her hand up Wenjiao’s long, taffeta cotillion skirt and was feeling the wetness of her panties. Debbie rubbed her fingers up and down over Wenjiao’s underwear, delighting in how much the girl reacted to her touch. They had their hands all over each other and were getting hot and heavy when the chauffer rolled down the window separating him from the back seat and with a loud cough announced that they were at Debbie’s hotel. Debbie pleaded for Wenjiao to come inside with her, but Wenjiao told her it was impossible. She was due home in half an hour and her parents were very strict. She was just going to make curfew if she left now. She gave Debbie a quick kiss on the cheek goodbye, and then the chauffer opened the car door and was escorting Debbie into the hotel lobby. Debbie waved goodbye to the girl, feeling remorseful. She would have loved to spend the night with a hot little number like Wenjiao, but she supposed part of the girl’s hotness was her strict restraint and her obedient demeanor.

  Debbie went to the hotel bar and picked up a decent looking, thick Texas woman with long blond hair, a tight buttoned blue jean dress, and cowboy boots. She brought the woman, who was quite drunk, up to her room. She closed her eyes and fantasized that she was with Wenjiao as she got down and dirty with the Texan. The Texas woman was drunk and sloppy, and Debbie was hard pressed to feel she was with the elegant Wenjiao. She worked herself up to a strained, somewhat unsatisfying orgasm as the Texas woman fingered her hard with her long manicured fingers, then she told the woman to leave the room and fell into a fitful slumber.

  Chapter 2, All but Forgotten

  Two weeks later and Debbie had all but forgotten about the lovely Wenjiao. She hadn’t gotten the girl’s number and she had left Texas two days later on another assignment. Now, she was enjoying a brief break in her work. She had decided to take a nice vacation in Big Sur, California, where she was enjoying long drives in her new BMW i8, which she had customized down to the stitching on the leather seats. It felt good to just pick up random women, eat at delicious, secretive restaurants overlooking the water with small menus and appetizers running in the hundreds of dollars. She loved to drive in the evening, feeling the breeze in her hair and watching the sun set. She was enjoying one of these calming, quiet evening drives when she got a call from her boss, Harriet. Harriet was a wealthy lesbian who owned and operated a massive spy organization that stood for truth, justice, and the universal way. Debbie had worked for Harrie
t for some time, fighting evil corporations and corrupt governments, as well as individual baddies who interfered with the process of righteousness.

  Harriet told Debbie that she had an urgent assignment for her. The daughter of a wealthy Chinese family had been abducted and it was believed that she had been sold into sexual slavery somewhere in Asia. An image of the woman popped up on the video screen in her BMW and Debbie gasped. It was Wenjiao Wang! Harriet, hearing Debbie’s emotion, asked if anything was wrong. Debbie told her no, she had almost hit a squirrel in the road and got startled. Harriet laughed, knowing that to be a blatant lie. She told Debbie that she would need to fly out to Washington D.C. immediately for briefing, and then she would be sent to Asia to collect intelligence. Debbie, of course, accepted the mission and she drove out to meet Harriet’s private jet later that night, which jetted her across coasts.

  Chapter 3, Back at the Mansion

  Debbie had a warm reunion with all of the wonderful female spies and intelligence officers she knew at Harriet’s mansion and headquarters. She welcomed Billy Ann, the head technician, with a big hug. Penelope Benson, the mousy intelligence officer, greeted Debbie with a more restrained, shy hug. Harriet greeted her with a playful but hard smack on the butt and told her it was time to get down to work. Penelope told Debbie that they had very little information on what had happened to Wenjiao. The rumor was that she had been kidnapped and sold into the sex slave market but it was not clear what country she was in or who was behind the kidnapping. Billy Ann told Debbie that they had planned for her to first go to Japan to try to collect more information about where the girl was. It was highly doubtful that Wenjiao was actually in the country of Japan, their government had too close of ties to America and was too small for something like this to be able to happen, but there were several well connected sex masters in Japan that might very well know something about Wenjiao and would be happy to cooperate with an American agent.