Only in America

When she was thirty, America Ortega, Boss of the Third Street Saints and Chairwoman of the Saints-Ultor Media Group, decided that the more things changed, the more they stayed the same.

Steelport, in the end, wasn't that different from Stilwater. Oh, sure, it was poorer and dirtier and didn't have a college or a decent sports franchise or a strip club half as nice as Tee'N'Ay, but there was still sleaze, and violence, and the opportunity to combine the two in new and interesting ways.

And, of course, there was still the guarantee that one of her so-called friends would interrupt her right when she was trying to do so.

America slid the phone from the pocket of her skin-tight Planet Saints jeans, leaning the bloodied baseball bat on her shoulder. "Yeah, Kinzie, what do you want?"

"Um...could you...ah...come by my p...place..." Kinzie sounded distracted, and there was a buzzing sound in the background, but neither of those was all that strange when talking to the manic computer genius.

America sighed as she looked down at the cringing pimp lying in the fetal position at her feet. "Look, Kinzie, I'm kinda in the middle of something. Can't you get someone else?"

"Well...ah...the thing is, I, um...really...ah...need help from another...g...girl...and I don't want Vi...i...iola to see me...like this, and Shaundi would...oh...would just tell me to go...go f-fuck my...myself, which...ah...ironically..."

"Yeah, all right, fine. I can be there in five minutes."

America looked down at the pimp, who had begun to cry. "Well, looks to me like you've learned your lesson. Trouble is, I'm not a very good judge of character. So I'm gonna leave it up to Champagne here." She tossed the bat to the fat black hooker standing at the front of the watching crowd, her black eye evidence of the man's latest handiwork. "Champagne, you think you can tell when he's really sorry?"

The woman just grinned. As America left the abandoned warehouse to the sound of wood on bone and the pimp's pleading screams, she grinned.

The drive to Kinzie's wasn't long, and she entered the other, only slightly less abandoned warehouse with her Kobra in hand, just to be safe. "Kinzie?"

"Ah! Up...up...stairs!"

The buzzing was louder here, and only grew more so as she climbed the stairs and followed it to what could charitably be called Kinzie's bedroom. When she turned the corner, pistol at the ready, she blinked. "What. The fuck. Is that?"

Kinzie, from her position spread-eagled and naked suspended from the device, just shook her head. "Just...turn it...ah...ah...off!"

America holstered her gun, strolling forward casually and taking the chance to get a good look at the body the redhead usually kept swaddled in hoodies and blends. She had bigger tits than America had imagined, though unlike Viola's, Shaundi's, or her own, they appeared to be natural. The neatly trimmed thatch below her taut stomach meant she was definitely a natural redhead.

More interesting than that, however, was the penetrator pumping between her thighs. The massive dildo had stretched Kinzie wider than America thought could possibly be comfortable, and the machine kept it steadily pumping as the redhead thrashed.

"You do this often?" America couldn't help but grin even as tears began to build in the corners of Kinzie's eyes.

"Please...ah...just...oh...turn it...oooooffffff!" The redhead's hips bucked, and America couldn't help but notice that the massive purple dildo was suddenly more lubricated than before.

"Are you sure? That sounded like a good one."

"Fuck you! Fuck you fuck you fuck you turn it ooooff!"

America shrugged and flipped the switch. Immediately Kinzie arched up, the collapsed. The Latina just watched the appetizing body as it regained its equilibrium. "You know, I don't think I've ever heard you swear. It's kind of hot. Course, the fact that you're tied down, naked, and coming your brains out might have something to do with it too."

Kinzie gasped. "I...I hate you!"

"No you don't. You build this thing yourself?"

The redhead huffed, her pride obviously more hurt than her pussy. "Of course I did! You think you can just buy something like this online?"

"You can buy anything online."

Kinzie snorted. "Yeah. Used."

America couldn't help drawing a hand up Kinzie's bare leg, still suspended by the padded cuff. "Speaking of used..."

"The remote broke. I couldn't turn it off. You don't even want to know what I had to do to reach my phone."

"Kinzie, I don't even want to know what you're doing with a dildo the size of a baseball bat hooked up to this thing."

The redhead blushed as the Latina unsnapped her feet from the cuffs and she gingerly pulled herself free, her swollen pussy lips contracting with a wet pop. "It's not like I started with it. I worked my way up. You know, just in case..."

She looked away, hiding her face but not her nudity, and America was suddenly intrigued. "In case what?"

Kinzie cleared her throat. "Well, you know how Oleg's...bigger than average. Well...that applies to his...extremities."

"Yeah, I noticed. When we met, his...extremities were pretty much at eye-level," America quipped. Then, the meaning of Kinzie's words hit home.

"It's just...Oleg and I have been spending a lot of time together. And we haven't talked about...but it's getting to the point where I think we might start talking about it, and I don't want him to worry about hurting me, or use it as an excuse, or...are you going to tell everyone?"

"Are you going to tell everyone my real name?"

Kinzie grinned. "Not a chance...Ms. Ortega."

America just shook her head. "Well...good luck, I guess. Oh, and next time you fire that thing up, invite me over first in case anything goes wrong." As soon as she left the room, she popped her head back through the doorway. "And so I can watch."

Kinzie just rolled her eyes. "Thank you. Boss."

America grinned. "Any time, Ms. Kensington."