The Deal is Sealed

Beem Cheney sat on a bench in the antechamber outside the conference room where Bush, Khan and Bleeda were finishing up the secret summit meeting; he had not heard Bush scream in masochistic pleasure-pain for several minutes. The American vice president continued making eyes at the She-Hun guards posted on the doorway. They shunned him.
Inside the room, Queen Nitra Khan exclaimed triumphantly, “That’s it Boota! Las Vegas is now officially ours. A disgusting, debasing way to get it, but well worth it for our Sisterhood.”
Bush was looking up at Khan, smiling, indifferent to the pain caused by the welts that covered his back. Finally, he asked, “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”
Khan looked down at Bush on the floor and ordered, “Get the Hunza off my rig! Now!”