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Watching Margo Tatum spout bullshit at a rally, as broadcast live on Faux News, left me sick to my stomach.“Those politically correct, woke bastards want to take your homes and your pride! They want our schools to teach your children to be perverts! They run pedophile rings out of pizza parlors! Is that what you want in your community?”“NO!” the crowd roared.“They want to take your guns and vax you with microchips so they can control you using Jewish satellites! They want to tax you so they can spend it on ‘People of Color,’ people too lazy to work for a living! Are you going to let them destroy our God-blessed America, and turn it into a socialist hell, where everyone but them is equal – equally miserable and equally poor, begging for crumbs on your knees? Are you going to let them?”“NO! NO!”I clicked off the TV. She was the biggest liar – and biggest cockteaser – I had ever met. And she was dangerous. She didn’t believe a word she was saying, but the more she riled up the dumb fucks who followed her, the richer and more powerful she became.Anger was her ride, and she was riding it as far as her limitless greed would take her. Yet, I didn’t see a thing I could do about it.In disgust, I turned to today’s mail, riffling through the envelopes, sorting and tossing most of it, then stopped. There was a large, manila envelope, handwritten with no return address.Slitting it open, I pulled out an 8 x 10 photo, a film negative, and a handwritten note.“Please use this well.”I turned over the photo, and my jaw dropped. It was a sharp, color photo of a naked Margo being spit-roasted. Her eyes were wide, her xnxx lips were stretched around a large, red cock attached to a white guy whose balls she clasped in her manicured hand. At her ass was a “woman of color” wearing a huge black strap-on while another woman was pushing Margo’s head forward to force the cock further down her throat. And a Black man had a hand descending on her bright pink ass. None of the faces were clear or in the frame except Margo’s.What would her sheeple make of their Dear Leader being porked by a party of four, including two lesbians and a Black man?I rubbed my face, wondering who the hell the photo had come from – then wondered what the hell I was going to do with it.I’m the editor, producer, and staff of “Nothing But the Truth,” a podcast that attempts to provide fact-based political commentary. I knew my liberal viewers would eat this up with a spoon.I also knew it would bring a shitstorm down on me. The entire right-wing-nut commentariat would take turns using me as a piñata, and I’d become the target of gun-toting vigilantes.But it would feel oh, so good to get even…The calendar said today was February 2nd – Groundhog Day, with Valentine’s Day looming on the horizon.How fucking appropriate. February 14th was the anniversary of the day that Margo had left me hanging – literally. She had mooched her way up to my hotel room, eager to be featured in my blog in the early days of her rise. Desperate for attention and coverage, she had spread herself over me – and, dork that I am, I let her.Until I was standing there naked, prick throbbing, eager to ram it straight bakire porno into the puffy, glistening pussy presented by her bent-over body, when she turned, smiled at me, and said, “I can count on your support, can’t I?”I stood there and saw clearly that my career could go one of two ways. I could either fuck and be fucked – and become known as just another political whore, trading favors and selling out. Or I could do what I had set out to do – and give my readers nothing but The Truth and let the chips fall where they might.So, like a dork, I stopped. “Uh…well, you can count on me to tell your story straight, if that’s what you mean.”The pretty smile evaporated. She turned, straightened up, and glared at me. “No, I mean – I can count on your support. Can’t I, Mervin?”I tried to talk sense to her, explaining my position, stammering, desperate to fuck this gorgeous piece of ass as she angrily threw her clothes on – but the door slam put paid to any thought she’d listen to reason.My balls are still blue from being, um, stood up that way.But the approaching Valentine’s Day gave me an idea. I wasn’t proud of it – but revenge was a dish irresistible…~~~~~A florist sold me a dozen dead roses cheap, to which I added an ornately decorated box of chocolate-covered worms. I stashed the photograph in the candy box along with a card featuring a large heart, which read inside, “Have a heart attack, CUNT!”I signed it “Mervin” with a flourish and had a courier deliver it all to her D.C. office in a much ritzier part of the city than mine. On Valentine’s Day.On February 14th, bedava porno my phone’s marimba beat roused me from my work. I picked it off the desk, glanced at it, and smiled.“Margo, what a pleasant surprise.”“Stow it, asshole. How did you even know I was in Atlanta?”I paused. She wouldn’t believe me if I told her I had nothing to do with the photo. “Oh, we have our little ways.”“What do you want?”“Me? Nothing but The Truth, remember?”She snorted, “Don’t give me that shit. What do you really want?”I shook my head. “This may surprise you, but I’m not going to use that photo.”“The fuck you say.” She paused. “All right – I’ll let you fuck me in exchange for the photo and all the copies, okay?”Much as I wanted to fuck the living shit out of her – she really is a gorgeous piece of ass – I was pissed that she still thought I could be bought so cheaply. I just sat there, fuming for a minute, then said, “Shove it.” “What the fuck? You’ve wanted to fuck me ever since I slapped your face for coming onto me.”“You lying sack of shit. You tried to use me to advance your career, and I wouldn’t play.”“Potato, poh-tah-toe. What do you really want for the picture?”Breathing hard, I was tempted to hang up on her. Then I had an idea.“Be here tomorrow. Four o’clock,” and hung up.I stared at the screen of my phone for a moment, then started calling people.~~~~~When she knocked, I opened the door and swept a hand for her to enter.“How do you know I won’t keep a copy?” I asked.She glared at me. “You may be a jerk with a tiny penis and a woke liberal asshole, but your rep is that you’re honest. You wouldn’t screw that up.”“You’d trust me?” I asked, disbelievingly.She nodded.I rocked back on my heels, surprised. “Well, in that case, I can tell you first, I didn’t take the picture, second, I got it anonymously in the mail, and third, the negative came with it.”
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