Chapter 15

The media was doing a good job of lambasting Victoria's recent interview, which Trisha capitalized on over and over again as she made her run for the United States Senate. Unfortunately this focus on attacking the opposition party candidate was taking away from her message about why she should be on the Democratic ticket instead of the current US Senator, Dick Durbin. A fellow Democrat, he has served four terms and is center-left which usually does well in this part of the country, but the Democratic National Committee has taken a turn to the **** as of late and that means Trisha and her more radical ideas are becoming the party norm.

Dick Durbin is very popular so to take him out of the picture is an uphill challenge, but with the party backing her she has plenty of money at her disposal. She also has the dirty political machine that will invent a scandal out of thin air in order to knock somebody deemed unworthy and that is just what she does. Bringing up an idea that Dick likes to run around in girls underwear while being tied to chairs and treated like a bitch by whores does the job. Even though it is baseless and untrue, the wing nuts go to town and the media destroys this man's reputation.

At a campaign stop in Dick Durbin's district where he has the most support, Trisha makes a blistering commentary about the man. "Is this what you want to be the face of the Progressive Revolution? A man who allows hookers to have their way with him? A man who acts like a republican? How many times has this senator sided with the Republican Party in spite of the values that he claims to preach? He is a turncoat no matter how you look at it. A man who preaches progressive values but then turns around and cozies up to the dipshits only to drop his pants and pay a woman to suck his dick. How demeaning is that? Paying a woman to have sex with him? How can you elect a man who cannot even stand for equality of the sexes? Much less equality of all. Brothers and sisters and those in the LGBTQ community I beg you to look at this man for who he truly is and applaud the bravery of the media to bring to light the disgusting hypocrisies at one of our own! Voting for me will ensure that my record as a state senator will continue far into the future on a federal level. A vote for Trisha is a vote for progress. Voting for Dick is more of the same. A white man who thinks he can do whatever he wants because of the appendage between his legs!"

Sinking poll numbers and formal ejection from the party pushes Dick to the sidelines where he ends his campaign for re-election and drops out of politics completely.

"Today's Democratic Party has no room for those who ran on the ideas of mass incarceration and punishment of gays, non binaries and transsexuals. Is it no longer the party of destroying the environment and promoting racist culture at the expense of minorities! Together we can rewrite our future and march together as one! We must end systemic racism where it begins and we do so by purging it from our own rank-and-file!"

Walking off the stage in downtown Philadelphia, Trisha is escorted to her waiting SUV. As the presumptive Democratic nominee, she is poised to finally challenge Victoria Black directly. Sliding into the back seat, she waits for the door to be closed before she gets more comfortable. Opening her blouse, she then pushes her skirt down. Opening her legs she pulls one of her breasts out of her push-up bra and starts massaging it gently as she reaches down between her legs. As a small smile spreads across her face, she starts thinking back to a time not so long ago but in her mind it feels like a lifetime.

6 years ago.

It was the swankiest venue that the selected ladies of La Femme have ever performed in. Working alongside other entertainers from the LGBTQ community, it is supposed to be a celebration of gay pride. While many of the guests are notable gay and ultra-liberal movie stars, there are plenty of political bigwigs in attendance too.

Being part of the entertainment group, Courteney CoXXX is proud, but not happy. In her mind she should be celebrated and the entertainment be provided by straight white men. Why should she be wearing a skimpy bikini while holding a tray and wearing a mask for everyone to gawk at? Then there was the fact that for the right price she could be hired for a private dance in one of the mansion's many exquisite bedrooms. Walking around like an under clothed waitress, she puts on her best smile as she offers guests everything from champagne to cours de'vours. Being very busty and very long at the same time, she soon finds for thong stuffed full of hundred dollar bills. The gig is paying very well even though she has never had her ass or tits groped in her lifetime as much as she has tonight.

There was only one rule, don't touch the tacklebox.

Of course that didn't stop some patrons from asking her if she would get nice and hard for their pleasure. It seems like everyone wants to see world's biggest hermaphrodite get an erection!

"If you want to see that, that will require a private show and that starts at $5,000." Courtney replied after the 10th request to pitch a boner in her shimmering pink panties. Walking away from the crowd of gay gentlemen, Courtney allowed her face to reflect how she truly felt.

"I am being exploited just like at Club La Femme. At least there I expect it. Tonight I really thought I would be treated like an equal..." her thoughts raced as she went to the server station to have her drink tray replenished while she grabbed another of appetizers. Turning on her hooker heels you return to the party, she is stopped by a man wearing what looks like a Secret Service uniform.

"Your presence is requested in the master suite." The man says, wearing a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses even though he is inside and it is long into the evening.

Not having patience for games, Courtney tries to ignore the man and walk past him while saying, "I have a job to do. If your client has the money it would take then I will be more than happy." She says not believing that someone would actually pay her fee. When a wad of bills it's chopped into her chest, Trisha looks down. Plucking it in her fingers, she quietly turns around and set the tray down on the counter then follows the man.

Following him down and ornate and handcrafted hallway of Elegance, she is led up two flights of stairs and then down a dimly-lit hallway to a set of equally fancy double doors. Watching a man turn the handle and push one of them in words, Courtney steps into the dark room nervously. When the door is shot, the only light is coming from the moon shining through the window. Behind a large desk sitting in front of the window are two figures, one seated and one standing. Not knowing who they are, Courtney tentatively walks forward and strikes a pose. "So what do you want? A dance? A blowjob? Do you want to anal fuck me?"

"Neither," comes a feminine sounding reply. "We want to talk actually. Take a seat."

When the lights turn on, Courtney is shocked by who she meets!