Giggles Bar, K Street Washington April 5. 2008
Amanda Carpenter comes up to bar and places her expensive
Louie Vutton purse on the bar. She sits on a barstool in her designer dress and
surveys the veldt like a predator searching out prey. A lioness on the prowl in
her natural habitat. The bartender brings over her usual. A dirty martini. A very dirty martini. Because she is a very dirty girl.
She scopes out the action. A bunch of pajama boys.
Congressional staffers. Republican congressman in ill-fitting cheap suits from
Men’s Warehouse. Flotsam and Jetsam.
Then the crowd shifted a little. A beam of the last remaining sunlight
during happy hour illuminates the corner of the bar. There he stood. A sturdy rugged
Latin man. In a crisp $1,000 Paul Stewart suit and amazingly brightly shined
wing tip shoes. It was him. Don Juan
Montoya De La Theodore Cruz. The most conservative man in the world.
He felt her eyes on him. As though she was caressing him
from across the bar. He was sipping a Dos Equis. He didn't often drink beer. But when he did he drank Dos Equis. Conservatively.
He said something to his companion who laughed and
slapped him the back as he strode toward her. She sat up straighter on her
stool. She felt a little wet. Conservatism excited her. Not as much as cocaine
but still.
“Hello senorita. Do I know you” asked the tall olive skinned
Canadian? He was of course a Canadian even though he claimed to be an American.
He was proud to have been born near the USA. Why should mere details of his
place of birth matter to a man such as himself? After all. He is the most
conservative man in the world.
“I don’t think so. I am new to this place. My name is Amanda
and I have just taken a job with Senator DeMint.”
“Charmed my dear. I am Don Juan Montoya De La Theodore Cruz.
You disgust my Father. Prepare to fuck!”
“WHAT?”
“I apologize for being so forward my dear. But I am a very
busy man. I am the most conservative man in the world. I am very busy with
stopping the march of the Liberal agenda. So I only have limited spare time
that I can devote to my two hobbies. Dos Equis and fornication. So would you
join me at my suite?”
“Well I am shocked Senator. That doesn’t sound very
conservative.”
“You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you
think it means.”
“It means you are a pillar of rectitude. An honorable man
who honors his marriage vows. Not someone who has sex with beautiful women he
meets in a bar.”
“Oh dear lady, you have such a limited view of conservationism.
Come back to my room and I will teach you so many things. I will teach how I conserve my saliva as I lick your entire body.” He stroked her back
seductively and looked deeply into her eyes. “You know you want to. Come let me
teach you.”
“What can it hurt?” She got up from her stool. “Just one
thing. I don’t want anyone to recognize me. It would not be good for either of
us. So call me by my nom de plume. April.”
“Of course my dear. Of course.”
8 comments:
Hey, sorry we crossed posted. Yours is art though. Mine just stale news.
No I am sorry. Sometimes I post without looking. Sorry.
I had a busy day today and didn't get to be on the internet very much.
How did I know?
The Enquirer says it has most of the DC Madam's phone records.
Wonder how much sweat is being put out at Casa Cruz.
Oh, Lord. Such as I get accused of communicating by implication and specifically not being direct enough, by the likes of you all.
Bless your hearts.
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Thank God that we have done a better job at not relying on you all than you all have done at not relying on us (which. you. do. and. are.).
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So fab, y'all are, I guess.
Good one, Troop.
Thank you.
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