“Why aren’t they talking to the women?” Tyler asked, staring down at them.
“Because they’re smart. They’ve seen their share of scandal, and they don’t want no part of it unless there’s something in it for them. They came here for one reason, and that’s because I asked them to.” I elbowed him and adjusted the black velvet cowboy hat and vest that I’d bought for the occasion. “Come on. Let’s get down there and show these some-bitches what the future holds.”
We proceeded down the catwalk to mingle with the guests.
“Good to see you made it, Harold. Herman. Jensen. You too, Congressman Bell,” I said to the four men in the corner of the room, huddled around a bar height table. “I hope y’all are having a fine time. Y’all need a refill?” I motioned for a statuesque redhead whose nipples damn near covered her perky breasts. “Honey, these fellas need a drink—and some special attention.”
“No problem.” She smiled flirtatiously and opened her sheer blouse a little wider so they could get a full view. “What would you gentlemen like?”
“Nothing,” Herman said, lifting a half full glass. “We’re fine.”
She gave them a disappointed look and walked away.
I looked at the other two and said, “You boys gonna let him speak for you and spoil your fun? I’m sure you want something.”
“I can speak for myself, KD,” the congressman replied, glaring at me. “I wanna know why the hell we’re here.”
“To get your dick sucked, Congressman. What the fuck’s it look like?” Why was it always this arrogant prick giving me the hardest time when it was his ass who would benefit the most?
“KD, I’m a United States congressman now.” He leaned in and spoke seriously. “I don’t get my dick sucked in front of five dozen people.”
“You know, I didn’t even think about that—considering all the times I’ve seen you get your dick sucked over the years,” I whispered back. “But I can set something up for you a little more private if you’d like.”
“I’d rather get down to the true nature of our business,” he replied.
“All right then, suit yourself. I figured I’d let you enjoy yourselves first, but if you prefer business before pleasure, I can understand that too. Why don’t we go for a walk, gentlemen?”
“This better be fucking good,” Wesley grumbled.
“This is gonna be better than good, trust me.” I smiled as I led them through the crowd and out the door. We all loaded onto a golf cart then drove to another, larger building a half mile farther on the ranch.
“What the hell is this?” Harold asked.
“This, boys, is Building Six. Everything I was trying to do before I got locked up and more,” I said, punching a keypad and opening the door to the building.
“Good evening, Mr. Shrugs.” Elizabeth greeted me with a smile when we stepped inside. She was wearing a white lab coat, sitting at a desk and typing into a computer. “How’s your party?”
“Evening, Lizbeth. It’s goin’ great. These here gentlemen are guests. I brought them over to show what we have going on.”
Elizabeth nodded politely. “Nice to meet you, gentlemen.”
“Come on, fellas,” I said as we walked past. “That’s Elizabeth. She’s our head nurse and nutritionist. She kinda helps me run the place along with a few other key people.”
“Nurse? Nutritionist? What for?” Jensen turned back to look at her again.
“If you stop looking at her tits and come on, you’ll see,” I told him.
I opened the next door we came to and walked in. The large room looked like a state-of-the-art fitness center. Women of various ethnicities were using the ellipticals, treadmills, rowing machines, and weight benches throughout the room. A trainer walked throughout the mirrored room, giving instructions to the mixed group of ladies who all wore black shorts and T-shirts with ID wristbands.
I led them through that room without comment and took them into a smaller room, where another group was in the middle of a yoga session. The girls turned and greeted me happily.
“Señor Sheriff!”
“Meester KD!”
“Ni Hao!”
I waved. “Hello, ladies. Don’t let us disturb you.”
Out of nowhere, Celeste jumped up and ran over to me, breasts flopping everywhere. She grabbed me tight, pushing those huge tits up against me.
“Mister KD,” she said in that sexy-ass accent, kissing me on the cheek. “You are the greatest man I have ever met.”
“Well, thank you, darlin’. I think you’re pretty special too,” I replied, and she ran back to her yoga mat. I turned to see the four men behind me wearing looks of confusion and concern.
I whispered, “Sorry. They act like I’m a celebrity ’round here. You know how the moolies and spics can get. Hero worshipping.”
“KD, what the . . .” Old Herman could not finish his sentence.
“Come on, fellas. There’s a lot more to see,” I said.
We went back through the gym, where the hero worshipping continued. Then I showed them the makeshift dorm rooms with bunk beds, and the game room that had board games, video games, computers, and books.
“What the fuck is this, a college dormitory?” Wesley finally asked.
“The body can’t work out twenty-four/seven. It’s got to relax and regenerate,” I replied without answering his question.
We entered a large kitchen, and I introduced them to the chef, who was in the middle of preparing dinner.
“Chef Gaines, what’s on the menu, sir?” I clapped my hand on his shoulder.
“Well, sir, tonight we’re having Cornish game hens, sweet potatoes, carrots, and corn.” He smiled proudly.
“Make sure they get some greens too,” I said.
“Yes, sir. We make sure they eat salad twice a day, along with their vitamin supplements.”
“Good, good. Keep up the good work there,” I said, then led the men into the dining area. The women in this space were like the others—all various ethnicities, same attire, and enthused to see me. I concluded the tour
