It was warm in New York City, a little rain and I
had ordered my nightcap as I sat in the Hotel bar room awfully proud what I
had written about Hillary Clinton mixed up with the Nation of Islam led by Louis
Farakhan, the negro Islamic nut job. The alternative media wanted a hit piece and why now, it was a cash job. They
wanted an article from me, it was important and they wanted it now, something that could be verified.
The
New York Times was just getting tuned up to defend Hillary Clinton and Barack
Obama because of all the Cop Killings so my client friends wanted a no kidding
piece about the Clintons and they were willing to pay top dollar. I read over my article that I really didn't write and turned it in a few hours ago, it should be on the street in the morning, the internet right now.
The
New York Times was cranking up the defense of Obama and Hillary Clinton but
their story was inconceivable and it was drab and stiff-necked, just like the
New York Times. They wanted me to write
about the Ukraine and Turkey with the 50 nuclear bombs under their guard, the
COUP was a big deal. They asked me and George Soro's two write up something big
to get the people off their ass, Barack and Hillary needed some help.
Barack
Obama has lost his cause as the Negroes went well beyond the burning of
Baltimore as they now hunt and kill cops, mostly white cops. Dallas and Baton
Rouge could force the DNC into the crapper so changing the story was a big
deal.
Barack
and Hillary remains a puzzle that can never be put together but there they are
on t.v., linked in some kind of government conspiracy to take away guns and
strike up the Marshall Law band.
White
Cops look hunted now as they pick their way through crowds trying their best to
protect honest citizens. Humiliating as
hell for Obama and Clinton the cops have turned against the both of them. They
got the illegal aliens and the Negroes, that's about it.
The
main stream media of see-no-evil, speak-no-evil, and publish no evil concerning
Obama and Clinton will never notice the white piano playing in the corner and
gingerly singing the last song for Barack and Hillary.
The
party, that is the Democratic Party, is truly over.
The
bartender set a drink in front of me and the piano played the song. Across the room I watched Hillary Clinton sit
down gingerly and take out a cigarette and lighting it. She knew I was sitting across the room
because this is the bar of choice for people speaking at the United Nations.
The
cigarette started to droop slowly from her lips as she was focusing on nothing
far away. She was getting a lot heat about her email server, Bill's bitches and
her ties with Barack Obama.
Hillary
Clinton just had a big show with the NAACP as her eyes narrowed and looked my
way. She tried to look through me but turned away as Donald Trump walked
through the side door.
Some
excited stranger, a lone Clinton supporter started taking pictures with his
phone and security ran his ass off and took his iphone and deleted the
picture.
That
spasm of dirty smoke left her lips about the time he took the picture as the
Secret Service guys jumped up and gave him the low down that shook the air
around the bar, the wraith of security.
I
watched the guy play his piano and Hillary breathe smoke and drink straight up
gin, the bitch was about half gone. Having little respect for money she ordered
three more drinks wasting no time as she took off her navy blue coat and tossed
it over the chair next to her.
I
watched the man approach her with security approval and while wearing gray
gloves he handed the fat envelope to Hillary Clinton with very little reaction
from Hillary.
She
tossed the envelope on the table without opening it and continued to drink her
gin. Bill Clinton was not in the bar so
she was looking around for some fun and games.
To
my right a skinny looking olive skinned woman smiled up at me and shuffled my
way and sat down. She wore a faded red
dress and gave me that desperation look and the unspoken question about sex for
money.
I
thought about it as the piano player hammered on the highest note as the big
teeth guy with gloves smiled and walked away from Hillary's table.
He
looked like a wise-guy, the gangster look with a pistol in his pocket but now I
was busy with the red dress girl, as plain as a wife and the price was right.
She
looked rattled when I said yes to her price and she handed me her bedroom key
in the same Hotel.. Huma Abedin needed the money so I went upstairs with her
and paid her grocery bill a couple of times.
It
wasn't investment planning, it was just sex.
I
sat on the edge of the bed and watched her open the little door in the
wall. A gray glove came through the slot
and she passed the cash money to him, very clever I thought.
She
wanted to know if I wanted coffee.
As
I got up from the bed the springs creaked and I heard her reluctant footsteps,
still fully nude as she sighed and started to put her red dress back on.
I
composed myself as I watched her cover her nude body and Huma wondered if I
wanted to buy a list.
She
whispered "I can get you any list you want." she raised her eyebrows
as she tucked her little boobs back in the proper place and she knew I was
watching.
"Shhh!"
Huma was whispering again. "She
doesn't know that I sell some of her emails for cash money." and I heard her rummage through her purse and
she handed me a stack of top secret government emails.
"There
not as ripe now but they are still top secrets." as she helped me flip through top secret
documents and emails.
I
turned to look at her olive face "How much?"
"They've
gone down just a little since the FBI got into the deal." Huma's
expression didn't change and with a low chilly voice told me fifty thousand
dollars for the whole batch of fifty thousand emails, it was only a buck a
piece.
She
was a little sheepish about the price.
"Mr.
Vladimir, last month I sold the entire batch for a lot more, but you know the
FBI is watching everything." Huma
leaned over and rubbed her breasts against me.
She
told me she only owned two pairs of shoes, worried about making payments on her
secondhand car and ate tuna most of the time while at the same time the
Clintons had two billion dollars tucked inside safe deposit boxes around the
world.
I
turned away and turned on the T.V. and started watching the GOP debate in
Cleveland and thought about her tit's and the top secret documents.
There
is no disgrace in buying something for sale but it was pretty disturbing that
it was this easy with Hillary Clinton down in the bar most likely drunk on her
ass.
I
turned back to Huma "When can we talk about this again?" certainly
that would be fine.
She
turned and looked at me "I work tonight." she sounded annoyed
"Okay, Okay, Okay, five thousand dollars tonight!" as she rolled her
eyes and sat in my lap.
It
was a quarter till 2:00 a.m. and to my surprise somebody knocked on the door of
room 1414 and the knocking was a shade hostile.
Huma
didn't unchain the door and opened it up in a modest way and it was Hillary
Clinton standing there with a twelve year old bottle of bourbon and wearing
silk underwear with no top.
The
deserted wife Hillary Clinton was taught to be decent and respectable but the
god-fearing Hillary Clinton had that lesbian grin on her face as she looked at
Huma.
Hillary
had been smoking and drinking gin but she knew Huma loved her bourbon as Huma
sympathetically snuck Vladimir out the side door as the clatter from Hillary
got a little louder.
Huma
could hear Hillary tinkle pee in the toilet and knew it was time to pay the
rent and keep her job. Absently Huma took off her red dress again and
concentrated on laying just right for Hillary fully nude again.
"Not
a bad nights work Huma." Hillary
Clinton managed to smile as she crawled in the bed next to Huma. A wild look came into Hillary's eyes and
Huma's self respect went down. She would
have sex with the infidel so the Muslim Brotherhood could live on inside
Washington D.C.
It
was honky-tonk time, just like Hillary liked it.
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