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"Sir, call on line four ," the muscular, six foot communications specialist spoke in a voice that revealed a slight tremor.
Irritated at being interrupted from his pursuits, the oligarch, his bare, white-haired chest muscles flexing and dripping water, stepped from the hot tub. Grumbling a profanity, he snatched at a robe and quickly wrapped it around his wet, leathery-tanned skin. A Viagra-assisted protrusion was evident beneath his robe.
"You swept everything as I asked? " the oligarch growled , his glare piercing the larger, younger man-- demanding the officer lower his eyes to avoid the intensity.
"All channels were swept this morning as S.O.P. --And the secure lines twice, sir . I swept those myself , sir ," was the specialist's reply, subtly seeking, but from experience not foolish enough, to expect any sign of approval from the oligarch.
Lycanthropus stalked across the blood red carpet, leaving a wet trail where he passed. One of the barely eighteen year old , naked twins, still in the hot tub, was using the hundred dollar bill he had rolled up for her as a straw to snort another line of illusion. Her identical sister held for her, the jeweled, seventeenth century mirror the lines of blurred perception were resting upon. Another quick rush of air could be heard while her sibling's nose sucked up the snow-like crystals.
The girl shuddered at the impact of the substance's collision with the sensitive membranes of her brain's nasal passageways. Her blonde hair , cut short in a French inspired Joan of Arc pageboy style, shook . The large nipples of her tiny pink breasts-- breasts no bigger than hardboiled eggs -- now stood as erect as the oligarch's arousal.
In contrast, her sister's hair fell beneath her shoulders and ended just below the mark where her breasts jutted straight out , casting large shadows over her ribcage. Each breast, a wonder of man-made engineering.
Lycanthropus as always, had sensed the girls' insecurities over the diminutive breast size nature had given them and used this , among other things as his point of leverage to gain their compliance. When young "Joan of Arc" had finally "sacrificed" enough of her body to sufficiently quench the oligarch's unusual thirst for obedience to his desires, she too --he had promised--would be rewarded as her sister had been already .--with implanted self esteem. "Joan" would then be expected-- as her sister had done with her-- to recruit another young martyr to be "sacrificed" upon the altar of the oligarch's "pleasures".
"I'm here, state your business," Lycanthropus grumbled into the phone--his eyes still with the twins in the Jacuzzi.
"Pussy, how the hell are you ? " the nasal voice of the tall octogenarian on the other end, inquired.
"Poppy ?… that you? " Lycanthropus answered , his voice tones rising an octave.
"Yeah , it's me you creep bastard , you watching the markets? "
"Uh…no… Uh.. I was in a meeting all morning, " Lycanthropus offered.
"Meeting my ass. Take the cock out your mouth and listen up. "
"Sure, what's going on? " Lycanthropus half whispered , for secrecy's sake , turning partially away from the twins and the hot tub. His attention temporarily diverted from the blondes , the remaining lines on the jeweled mirror and the DVD playing on the TV near the hot tub's corner of a petite young Kenyan woman, naked, bound, blindfolded, and ball-gagged, on her elbows and knees being mounted by a large especially "trained" German Sheppard while a party of Frenchmen watched intently.
"Pus , today's your lucky day. You're being tapped for the big leagues. My personal selection. You have a problem with it , speak now."
"Poppy, Uhhh...I don't know if ...uhhh...this line is clean, maybe it would be ...uhhh...better to talk a little bit lat..."
"Nonsense," the octogenarian interrupted.. "Don't you think we'd already run a full sweep on all your lines before your phone even rang? Your lines are clean. Trust me. You're not ungrateful for my selecting you? You're not saying you're turning down our offer of friendship ...Are you ? " the octogenarian paused unblinking, awaiting a response.
"Wha… Oh No... I mean, I don't know what to say … umm…I mean I'm overwhelmed...Uhhh...thank you , Poppy . I mean , thank you , Sir ,.I'm honored ...of course," Lycanthropus's face flushed a bright red as he blurted out his answer.
"Don't thank me , Pussy you're really gonna earn it. Look, we've got trouble and need somebody with your credentials. You'll be briefed in depth later ,but basically, this is how it goes. My boy is out of office in less than 100 days .The election's less than a month away. Johnnie's a good guy but let's face it , he's lacking in a few departments. And it looks like his cancer might be acting up again , but his people are keeping it all quiet.
We had to pass over Condie because she's loyal , but no substitute for one of us , you know what I mean. Of course the carpet munching rumors around her wouldn't fly with the born agains either.
This Boma guy 's not one of us either , but if he knows what's good for him--his wife, the daughters--he will play ball of course. Well, the boys don't really want somebody like him in the big chair at this time. We were sure Hillary would kick his ass. For a while we were hoping Jebbie could follow up Georgie --he's smart , no nonsense, but then junior had his troubles in Iraq and the public just doesn't like Jebbie--they think he's a prick. "
"Wonder where he got that from , you fuckin' cocksuckin' prick . " Lycanthropus thought facetiously but dared not say out loud.
"Look , Pussy , this market thing is us . We couldn't stop the meltdown so the boys figured to make the best of it . We're making lemonade so to speak…this is our move. It's time. The dollar and the old Us is dead . Get ready cause we're moving to the American Union and the Amero. It's adapt or die. We're taking on the EU and the Euro through their banks. We set the virus, the contagion you see buckling the global markets, gyrating them wildly --After the currency thing in 98 that did the smack down on Japan and the Asian "tiger" economies, you should know our signature.
Oncer we get the EU in line , it'll be Putin and the Ruskies' turn and then, we put the chinks back in their place . We shoulda finished off the Russians back in 90-- Thought we did when we broke the ruble in 98 but who knew that fuckin' Poot would come along? Bastard's gotta be taught a lesson. Think he'da learned after Saddam not to fuck with us ..,but he's gotta be moved outta our way.
He helped fuck things up for us in Iraq , Syria too--He got in our way with Iran, selling the mullahs all those advanced anti-ship missiles--gave em the option to wipe out our carrier fleet in the Persian gulf-- made our invasion too risky-- believe me , he's gonna pay for that shit…. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
We've put our guys in at the Fed , Treasury , the banks and Congress. Our boys in the media will whip up the public until they beg us to take their money and then quell the public anger afterwards. We totally punked Congress and threatened to bust the economy and bring on martial law if they didn't bend over and take it.
With this bailout , we've got access to over eight hundred billion from the treasury and our guys are doing the oversight! The three trillion from defense budgets the Pentagon can't find --we got a chunk of that --- We've got what we skimmed from the five hundred billion spent on Iraq--no bid, no oversight ! Like candy from a baby! We've still got most of the hundred fifty billion we took from the bailout of the savings and loan thing back in the eighties. The slush fund we built with the recovery of the hundred billion in yamashita's gold Japan looted in World war two , along with the looted billions in Nazi gold we picked up after the war when we took over their spy network . The billions we got from heroin and cocaine --the Golden triangle, the Golden crescent , the Columbian and now Mexican coke and heroin cartels! Hell we were laundering a hundred billion a year in drug money on Wallstreet alone. We're ready and are gonna build the biggest bank in the history of the world --we can infiltrate and bust anybody's economy --no one can resist. By pushing globalization and deregulation we cut through defenses and legal protections against what we have in mind, protections that took the liberals and so-called progressives decades to erect . And we did it in plain sight, right under their dumb noses.
The initial keys we've decided to focus on are global control of narcotics, and pharmaceuticals, energy , telecommunications, drinking water , and banking . From the new outpost we're building in Haiti we can project Amero power throughout the Caribbean , Central and South America. The Castro brothers, Hugo Chavez, Evo Morales and Lula di Silva all be dammed.
With this American Union we will have the natural resources, wealth and populations needed to take the middle East , central Asia, Russia and smack down China. The browns and blacks of this hemisphere will supply the manpower, the boots on the ground we need for our armies to complete the projection of American power throughout Asia and the rest of the globe. Rule "earth island" and you rule the globe. "
Lycanthropus felt his mouth drop open and his knees grow slack .
"You are either with us ,or against us. It's already in motion " the octogenarian commented coldly "I know we can count on your support ."
The oligarch immediately understood that the octogenarian was fully aware that Lycanthropus knew that Lycanthropus now knew too much to live if he refused.
" Yes, you can count on me, Sir. " Lycanthropus answered limply.
Irritated at being interrupted from his pursuits, the oligarch, his bare, white-haired chest muscles flexing and dripping water, stepped from the hot tub. Grumbling a profanity, he snatched at a robe and quickly wrapped it around his wet, leathery-tanned skin. A Viagra-assisted protrusion was evident beneath his robe.
"You swept everything as I asked? " the oligarch growled , his glare piercing the larger, younger man-- demanding the officer lower his eyes to avoid the intensity.
"All channels were swept this morning as S.O.P. --And the secure lines twice, sir . I swept those myself , sir ," was the specialist's reply, subtly seeking, but from experience not foolish enough, to expect any sign of approval from the oligarch.
Lycanthropus stalked across the blood red carpet, leaving a wet trail where he passed. One of the barely eighteen year old , naked twins, still in the hot tub, was using the hundred dollar bill he had rolled up for her as a straw to snort another line of illusion. Her identical sister held for her, the jeweled, seventeenth century mirror the lines of blurred perception were resting upon. Another quick rush of air could be heard while her sibling's nose sucked up the snow-like crystals.
The girl shuddered at the impact of the substance's collision with the sensitive membranes of her brain's nasal passageways. Her blonde hair , cut short in a French inspired Joan of Arc pageboy style, shook . The large nipples of her tiny pink breasts-- breasts no bigger than hardboiled eggs -- now stood as erect as the oligarch's arousal.
In contrast, her sister's hair fell beneath her shoulders and ended just below the mark where her breasts jutted straight out , casting large shadows over her ribcage. Each breast, a wonder of man-made engineering.
Lycanthropus as always, had sensed the girls' insecurities over the diminutive breast size nature had given them and used this , among other things as his point of leverage to gain their compliance. When young "Joan of Arc" had finally "sacrificed" enough of her body to sufficiently quench the oligarch's unusual thirst for obedience to his desires, she too --he had promised--would be rewarded as her sister had been already .--with implanted self esteem. "Joan" would then be expected-- as her sister had done with her-- to recruit another young martyr to be "sacrificed" upon the altar of the oligarch's "pleasures".
"I'm here, state your business," Lycanthropus grumbled into the phone--his eyes still with the twins in the Jacuzzi.
"Pussy, how the hell are you ? " the nasal voice of the tall octogenarian on the other end, inquired.
"Poppy ?… that you? " Lycanthropus answered , his voice tones rising an octave.
"Yeah , it's me you creep bastard , you watching the markets? "
"Uh…no… Uh.. I was in a meeting all morning, " Lycanthropus offered.
"Meeting my ass. Take the cock out your mouth and listen up. "
"Sure, what's going on? " Lycanthropus half whispered , for secrecy's sake , turning partially away from the twins and the hot tub. His attention temporarily diverted from the blondes , the remaining lines on the jeweled mirror and the DVD playing on the TV near the hot tub's corner of a petite young Kenyan woman, naked, bound, blindfolded, and ball-gagged, on her elbows and knees being mounted by a large especially "trained" German Sheppard while a party of Frenchmen watched intently.
"Pus , today's your lucky day. You're being tapped for the big leagues. My personal selection. You have a problem with it , speak now."
"Poppy, Uhhh...I don't know if ...uhhh...this line is clean, maybe it would be ...uhhh...better to talk a little bit lat..."
"Nonsense," the octogenarian interrupted.. "Don't you think we'd already run a full sweep on all your lines before your phone even rang? Your lines are clean. Trust me. You're not ungrateful for my selecting you? You're not saying you're turning down our offer of friendship ...Are you ? " the octogenarian paused unblinking, awaiting a response.
"Wha… Oh No... I mean, I don't know what to say … umm…I mean I'm overwhelmed...Uhhh...thank you , Poppy . I mean , thank you , Sir ,.I'm honored ...of course," Lycanthropus's face flushed a bright red as he blurted out his answer.
"Don't thank me , Pussy you're really gonna earn it. Look, we've got trouble and need somebody with your credentials. You'll be briefed in depth later ,but basically, this is how it goes. My boy is out of office in less than 100 days .The election's less than a month away. Johnnie's a good guy but let's face it , he's lacking in a few departments. And it looks like his cancer might be acting up again , but his people are keeping it all quiet.
We had to pass over Condie because she's loyal , but no substitute for one of us , you know what I mean. Of course the carpet munching rumors around her wouldn't fly with the born agains either.
This Boma guy 's not one of us either , but if he knows what's good for him--his wife, the daughters--he will play ball of course. Well, the boys don't really want somebody like him in the big chair at this time. We were sure Hillary would kick his ass. For a while we were hoping Jebbie could follow up Georgie --he's smart , no nonsense, but then junior had his troubles in Iraq and the public just doesn't like Jebbie--they think he's a prick. "
"Wonder where he got that from , you fuckin' cocksuckin' prick . " Lycanthropus thought facetiously but dared not say out loud.
"Look , Pussy , this market thing is us . We couldn't stop the meltdown so the boys figured to make the best of it . We're making lemonade so to speak…this is our move. It's time. The dollar and the old Us is dead . Get ready cause we're moving to the American Union and the Amero. It's adapt or die. We're taking on the EU and the Euro through their banks. We set the virus, the contagion you see buckling the global markets, gyrating them wildly --After the currency thing in 98 that did the smack down on Japan and the Asian "tiger" economies, you should know our signature.
Oncer we get the EU in line , it'll be Putin and the Ruskies' turn and then, we put the chinks back in their place . We shoulda finished off the Russians back in 90-- Thought we did when we broke the ruble in 98 but who knew that fuckin' Poot would come along? Bastard's gotta be taught a lesson. Think he'da learned after Saddam not to fuck with us ..,but he's gotta be moved outta our way.
He helped fuck things up for us in Iraq , Syria too--He got in our way with Iran, selling the mullahs all those advanced anti-ship missiles--gave em the option to wipe out our carrier fleet in the Persian gulf-- made our invasion too risky-- believe me , he's gonna pay for that shit…. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
We've put our guys in at the Fed , Treasury , the banks and Congress. Our boys in the media will whip up the public until they beg us to take their money and then quell the public anger afterwards. We totally punked Congress and threatened to bust the economy and bring on martial law if they didn't bend over and take it.
With this bailout , we've got access to over eight hundred billion from the treasury and our guys are doing the oversight! The three trillion from defense budgets the Pentagon can't find --we got a chunk of that --- We've got what we skimmed from the five hundred billion spent on Iraq--no bid, no oversight ! Like candy from a baby! We've still got most of the hundred fifty billion we took from the bailout of the savings and loan thing back in the eighties. The slush fund we built with the recovery of the hundred billion in yamashita's gold Japan looted in World war two , along with the looted billions in Nazi gold we picked up after the war when we took over their spy network . The billions we got from heroin and cocaine --the Golden triangle, the Golden crescent , the Columbian and now Mexican coke and heroin cartels! Hell we were laundering a hundred billion a year in drug money on Wallstreet alone. We're ready and are gonna build the biggest bank in the history of the world --we can infiltrate and bust anybody's economy --no one can resist. By pushing globalization and deregulation we cut through defenses and legal protections against what we have in mind, protections that took the liberals and so-called progressives decades to erect . And we did it in plain sight, right under their dumb noses.
The initial keys we've decided to focus on are global control of narcotics, and pharmaceuticals, energy , telecommunications, drinking water , and banking . From the new outpost we're building in Haiti we can project Amero power throughout the Caribbean , Central and South America. The Castro brothers, Hugo Chavez, Evo Morales and Lula di Silva all be dammed.
With this American Union we will have the natural resources, wealth and populations needed to take the middle East , central Asia, Russia and smack down China. The browns and blacks of this hemisphere will supply the manpower, the boots on the ground we need for our armies to complete the projection of American power throughout Asia and the rest of the globe. Rule "earth island" and you rule the globe. "
Lycanthropus felt his mouth drop open and his knees grow slack .
"You are either with us ,or against us. It's already in motion " the octogenarian commented coldly "I know we can count on your support ."
The oligarch immediately understood that the octogenarian was fully aware that Lycanthropus knew that Lycanthropus now knew too much to live if he refused.
" Yes, you can count on me, Sir. " Lycanthropus answered limply.
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