In some bizarre stroke of luck, I managed to find the perfect candidate for my sickest kinks and fantasies. The unfortunate little lady just so happens to be Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, a New York representative and member of the Democratic party. It's a damn near miracle I even get to see her in person at all, let alone in the privacy and relative comfort of this run-down motel room. This place has been our meeting spot for around a week or so, and I’ve spent every day so far whittling down her psyche bit by bit.
As she sits there at the foot of the bed, arms and legs crossed in some sort of indignation, I can see a thin layer of makeup caked on her face. The most notable thing, however, is her stark lack of eyewear. I suppose she took the contact suggestion to heart, which is a good sign. She's still dignified enough to wear her business casual outfit, but given some time, even that'll change.
"Nice to see you yet again, AOC," I smile. "It's good to see you taking my advice. Glasses just don't suit a dumb bimbo like you."
Her eyes squint, but she doesn't say anything. Her lips move slightly as if she's trying to form words, but nothing comes out. I take it as a sign to continue my prodding.
"So, are you ready?" I ask, grabbing her chin and tilting her head up towards me. "I'm sure a whore like you is just begging to start, aren’t you?"
She closes her eyes briefly, a curt sigh escaping her lips.
"Yes... Yes I am."