Ada answers the call

The phone call was from her best friend, Jennie.

Ada quickly wiped the juices on her hand against her skirt before picking up the phone.

"Hey, Jennie..." She tried her best to hide the fact that she had just spent the past fifteen minutes masturbating to another MAGA victory. It felt shameful to even think that such urges could even be possible in the mind of a proud feminist.

"Ada, what are we going to do?" Jennie asked with a clear sound of desperation. Her voice was shaky, like she was on the verge of crying. "We can't go back to a country where white males think they rule everything. What about women's rights?"

"Don't worry," Ada did her best to reassure the other Asian girl. "We'll keep fighting. This doesn't change what we stand for."

Before Jennie could respond, someone knocked on Ada's door.

"Hold on a sec. Someone is at my door."

Ada put down the phone then rushed across the living room and looked through the peephole. It was one of the men from the maintenance crew, Jim. She then remembered that she had called in a maintenance request to repair the leaky faucet in her bathroom.

"Just a second," she told the man through the closed door as she quickly grabbed the oversized hoodie draped over the back of the couch and slipped it on over her head, covering her up from her shoulders down to the middle of her thighs. It wasn't ideal, but she figured it did the job well enough. "Sorry, I didn't think anyone would be working this late, so I assumed that someone would swing by tomorrow or something."

"Yeah, I'm the only one working this late." The middle-aged white man explained. "You want me to take a look at it?"

Ada paused for a moment. It felt weird having a stranger in her home so late into the night, but she decided to open the door anyway. After all, Jim was part of the maintenance staff. They've seen each other around the property several times before, so he wasn't a complete stranger.

Jim gave her a brief nod of acknowledgement as he stepped past the petite Asian girl. "So, which faucet is acting up?"

Ada turned around. "It's the one in the master bath..." she answered while leading the way down the hall.

The burly man took note of her bare slender legs from behind as he followed. It became clear to him that the young Asian girl didn't have much of anything on underneath that loose hoodie. He wondered why a girl like her would invite anyone inside dressed like that, especially at a time like this.

Once in the master bathroom, he inspected the problem faucet and quickly discovered what the issue was. It wasn't a complicated repair job, but it would take some time. So he got to work.

Back in the living room, Ada picked up the phone to resume the call, but Jennie had already hung up. Instead, she decided to turn up the volume of the TV to see what the latest development was. Unfortunately, it wasn't good. They were talking about how a bunch of Republican candidates were able to flip some blue seats.

"Damn these MAGA idiots for ruining our country," she said out loud to herself. The frustration was building up inside her. The frustration was quickly transforming into something primal. Before it could overwhelm her again, she took the remote control and turned the TV off.

But the thought of misogynists like Donald Trump winning a second term still weighed on her mind. "Why are these idiot white men so afraid of women in power," she complained to herself as her hand reached under the hoodie and slipped underneath the thin piece of fabric covering her wet pussy. She needed the release. She knew it was wrong, but her mind told her that she needed to cum. It felt like a biological need.

"Oh fuck," Ada moaned softly. Her finger began to slide in and out of her tight little Asian pussy. Then, with eyes shut, her mind drifted further into the depths of anger. Anger because women were once again losing control over their own bodies thanks to another MAGA win.

But why did the idea of misogynist white men ruling the nation feel so good?

"Ungh... deplorable white trash," the young feminist said as her finger slid deeper inside herself. "Fuck... the... patriarchy..."

She was getting lost in the moment.

"Oh fuck," Ada muttered softly.

But then something changed. She realized that her little private moment wasn't all that private.

When Ada opened her eyes, she was greeted with a big shocking slap to the face by Jim's thick white cock.

Whack! Then whimpers.