"Hey! What's going on here!" Suzanne shouted as Jim pulled her through the door. "You've got the wrong woman!" she protested. "Get your filthy hands off of me!"
Jim smacked her down to the floor and dragged her naked body into the back room. "Shit, bitch!" he exclaimed. "Horace is gonna go ape-shit when he sees you!"
Senator Hamilton moved up to the driver of the limousine, sticking his head inside. The chauffeur recognized him. "Congressman Barth says for you to go inside and enjoy the show," Hamilton said. In a jiffy, the chauffeur was out of the car and heading for the entrance to Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe.
Doris came out, of the shadows and stepped into the big car. Hamilton got behind the wheel and burned rubber puffing out of the parking lot.
"What's gonna happen now?" Doris inquired, her head spinning from all of the action – not to mention her close escape from Horace!
"You're going to be fine, Doris. Just fine," Senator Hamilton replied. "I'm taking you with me to Washington. If you want to, you can testify against Congressman Barth and send the son of a bitch to jail, where he belongs. But, I won't let you do that, unless…"
"Unless what?" she asked.
"Unless you promise to marry me. Shit, plenty of Senators have young wives. Why not me?"
"You bet!" Doris answered. She threw her arms around him and hugged, him tightly, kissing his face all over. She was overcome with joy!
Harsh, red spotlights shone down on the seedy stage at Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe. The place was packed with horny men who drank and laughed, anticipating the night's big event. At the front table sat the Mogul himself, with Congressman Barth right by his side.
A tall man dressed in a dark top hat and tails walked onto the stage. He picked up a microphone and announced in a deep, baritone voice, "Introducing, the most famous fucker of all time, Horace." Thunderous applause greeted the big, awkward man as he was led onto the small stage.
"This is going to be fun!" said Congressman Barth.
"And, Horace's beautiful young partner for this evening," the announcer said. A naked woman, tied to a heavy wooden cross, was wheeled out onto the stage. "A brand new talent, about to give her first performance at Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe. Let's have a warm round of applause for Suzanne!"
The evil brunette bitch was writhing about in her bonds, shrieking with terror as she saw Horace walking towards her.
"That's my niece! You have the wrong girl!" Congressman Barth bellowed, crazy with rage.
"Sit down and shut up. I want to enjoy the performance!" the Mogul shouted, sticking the barrel of a.44 into Barth's stomach. "Enjoy the show, you asshole!"
"B-but, that's my niece up there! My niece is going to be fucked by that man. You can't let that happen, Mogul!"
"Shut up, and clap, Barth!" Mogul said, jabbing the gun into Barth's ribs.
Barth grimaced, and clapped.