“Cheers,” said the others in unison.
“Ugh!” said Bush, sipping the green wine. “This stuff is foul.”
“Nonsense,” said Bleeda, “this is our finest vintage.”
Cheney asked, “But isn’t this made from Rekol beetle dung?”
“No,” informed Khan, “it’s made from half-digested avocactus pulp retrieved from their stomachs, which is then fermented for several weeks. It is a serious insult not to drink it on an occasion such as this one.”
Khan and Bleeda slowly sipped their wine, savoring each mouthful. Bush and Cheney gulped theirs down, grimacing at the taste.
“Okay,” stated Khan, “the deal is sealed with the drinking of the wine together. I will be in touch to discuss the details of our occupation of Las Vegas and the delivery of your oil. My guards will show you back to your tank now.”
“Wait a minute, Nitra,” Bush ordered immediately, “aren’t you forgetting something? What about our secret summit meeting?”
“This has been a secret summit meeting, Negon. Surely you don’t expect us to have sex now, before we get Las Vegas?”
“Yes, of course I do. Our monthly S&M sessions start today, or the deal is off!”
Cheney patted him on the back and said, “Nice going, Negon. Maybe Boota could show me a good time.”
Bush added, “Sorry, Beem, but for today’s activities with Nitra I would like Boota to participate as well.”
Boota looked at Bush, surprised.
Cheney stood up and said, “No problem, Negon, you’re the boss. I’ll wait outside.” He got up and showed himself out of the room and into the antechamber, where he took a seat on a long bench across from the She-Hun guards. Cheney pulled out his flask and had another swig of Kentucky bourbon. He ogled all four women warriors, flashing them a smile. They scowled openly at him.
In the conference room, Nitra Khan looked at Boota Bleeda with professional detachment. Wordlessly, Bleeda walked over to a cabinet and retrieved a four-tailed whip made of tanned battle boar leather.
Bush was euphoric with expectation. He had to have frequent S&M sex, which helped to ease the subconscious guilt he felt about the Bush dynasty and its corporate and political misdeeds perpetrated over the previous two hundred years, including acts such as the utter neglect of the earth’s ecosystem that resulted in the ever-present global storm that plagued the planet and the illegal invasions of Afghanistan, Iraq, North Korea, Iran, Saudi Arabia, Nigeria – and Canada.
Khan turned to Bush and shrieked, “Down on your knees, desert maggot. Lick my boots, now!”
Without hesitation, Bush fell to the floor flat on his stomach. Khan lifted her foot, showing him the sole of her boot. Quietly moaning, Bush began to lick – fervently.