X – BUSINESS IS BUSINESS

Office of Directress Couzens, CIA headquarters, Langley, Virginia, February 28th, 1937, 16.40 hours

“Look Jill, the Lady President hasnt supported the Pitman-Act because it would have violated the new Neutrality Act she herself brought into congress only a few months ago.”
“At that time a purely tactical move, or so you told me.”
“Dont get aggressive on me, Jill. Calm down, please. Your years as republican member should have taught you that politics is the art of the possible, not the ideal.”
“Nicely put, Mam, but I never took a liking to this particular statement.”
“But that is reality. The boss is concerned about the Japs, believe me.”
“So? Than why not help the Chinese? The Pitman Act was a harmless enough proposal, even had it gone through it wouldnt have helped the Chinese very much. But as a gesture it would have been important.”
“But it would have been the wrong gesture. We have to weight our business interests in China against the ones in Japan.”
“So, its business. Didnt Lady Roosevelt posess stocks of standard oil herself?”
“Jill, there is a line, and you have crossed it with this accusation.”
“I apologize, Lady Directress. I am sorry. But, excuse me, the Japs are dangerous. What if they take over China?”
“I dont think so, Jill. You said yourself its a vast country, and the logistical problems...”
“But what if the Chinese give up the fight? Becoming a japanese protectorat? Who will be next?”
“Look, Jill, thats far in the future. Sorry, but I have an appointment in half an hour. See to it that the report on this german LEGION CONDOR is on my desk tomorrow.”
“Yes, Mam.”
Jill left the office and headed for the bathroom. She had to learn to keep her temper, she knew, but... this job was getting worse by the day. She gathered the infos about the armament of the fascist nations, seeing what was coming very clearly, and no one wanted to listen, even her own boss, who brought her here in the first place.
There had to be a better way to serve the country...


The Kremlin, Moscow, USSR, March 1st 1937, 14.30 hours

Major General Ilona Shmikova of NKVD was more than only a bit nervous. It was her very first meeting with the great Stalina. The dictatress of the Soviet Union could make her fortune, or end her life with a single spoken word. It had happened before.
She waited anxiously in the vast office. Suddenly, the door opened, and Gospoda Stalina came in, in her simple uniform, the only part sticking out the shiny black boots.
“Ah, Gospoda Shmikova. I was told you are rather young, but Gospoda Yazova didnt inform me you were so pretty. Like an angel of the goddess which doesnt exist. An oversight on Yezovas part I cant ignore. I will have her shot immediately.”
Ilona gulped, but then Stalina broke out in loud laughter. Uh, it had been a joke. Ilona laughed too.
“Lets get serious, angel gospoda. The Japanese bimbos are getting ambitious over there. Cant have them conquering China, can we? The Soviet Union has to keep the balance of power. So, the Chinese must stop the Japs. Best thing would be a long, drawn out war, dragging on for years, draining the yellow ladies strength in the process.
So, the decision of the politburo is quite obvious. We will offer the Chinese assistance, raw materials, weapon designs, armaments, advisoresses. The whole thing is called Operation Z.
I was not amused how our operation in Spain went. Our sisters there are clearly loosing to the Fascists, only southern Spain is still republican. I am convinced traitresses in our mission down there are responsible.
We cant have that here too. So, someone from NKVD has to watch closely the specialists who will conduct Operation Z. Can you guess who I have in mind?”
“Gospoda Stalina, I take it you want to trust me with this task.”
“Exactly, my angel, exactly. Good, it will take a few weeks before things will really get started. In the meantime, you will look into the biographies of each and every membress of the mission.”
“Sure, Gospoda Stalina. I am honored by the trust you put into me.”
“Good, very good. One other thing. You will visit me again, this evening. A more private meeting. I would like to see you with some make up, and wear some leather dress, I like that. Shiny would be best.”
Ilona smiled and nodded.
“I am looking forward to the evening, Gospoda Stalina. You will not be disappointed.”
Sex with the great Stalina! Very dangerous, but again, the opportunities...


CIA headquarters, Langley, Virginia, March 16th, 1937, 11.10 hours

“What do you say, Jill? A good development, this unified front.”
“Sure, I am a bit surprised Lady Chiang managed to pull it off. This should better their chances against the Japanese. Hows the war up north going?”
“According to the Britas not very well. This battle at Bejing, the Japs encircled about 15 chinese divisions and utterly destroyed them.”
“There you have it. The chinese army is no match for the samuraias. And such a large pincermovement and encirclement is the handwriting of the Germans. I told you nothing good would come out of this military mission.”
“I thought it was a political move to get this Reichenau gal out of the way.”
“Maybe thats part of it too. Anyway, the Chinese wont be able to hold the north. Any amphibious landings yet?”
“No. But we think this will happen soon. The Chinese chicks have stripped their coast of most forces and are still continuing with it.”
“I expect them to hit at Quingdao here in the north, to link with their Northern Army. If the Japs are really ambitious, they might try at Shanghai too.”
“What does the boss say?”
“Cant you guess? – Gather information, Jill. To act on it or not isnt your business.”
“Shes right, Jill, you know.”
“Yeah, and High Priestress Viviane XI  back in 1480 was right too, the Earth IS flat.”
“You really think we should help the Chinese?”
“Who else should stop the fascists? Who else can?”
“Congress will never go along with it. The people will not go along too, and thats the bottom line. You are getting warmongeress on me, Jill.”
“We will regret this, Marcy, and not to far in the future.”
“Stress with Beth and Florence?”
“Hell, no, why does anybody think I ...”
“Cool, Jill. How is the Little one?”
“Little John is coming up nicely. Impressive appetite, the boy.”
“Do you have a picture?”
“Sure I have, but I would prefer to see pictures of  this new japanese bomber, you know?”
“Jill, do you ever give up?”
“Thats not in my genes, I am afraid. Back in high school in the Hockey team they called me “The Inflexible”.”
“How fitting, Jill, how fitting...”


“NEW OIL DEALS WITH JAPAN.
The announcement of several oil companies about new deals with the Empire of Japan have boosted the Stockmarket considerably this week. But there is some criticism too. Congresswoman Rebronite from Florida, part of the Inner Circle of the Republican Party, said that this will help the japanese war effort, and that she is not sure if we really want to fuel the battleships of the yellow gals over there...”
Wall Street Journal, April 25th, 1937

INTERVIEW with secretary of state Cordelia Hull on CBS, April 27th, 1937
“But isnt it an alarming signal the US still does business with the Japs? Oil can well be seen as a war material, and doesnt the Neutrality Act forbid selling that into a war zone?”
“Doreen, strictly speaking, thats not the case. The administration watches those deals closely. The Neutrality Act restricts the participation of american citizenesses and the shipment of arms, not oil.”
“Well, Lady secretary, but dont we help the japanese to carry on with their aggression? Obviously they are fueling their fleet and airplanes with Texas oil.”
“Who said the Japanese Empire is the aggressor in this war? Look, to say they are the ones on the offensive is to easy. War, and politics, is more complicated than that. Offensive and defensive are chosen military strategies, and are not necessarily connected to who is responsible for a given war.”
“You cant be serious, I mean...”
“Look, it doesnt matter who is the aggressor. This war is not our business. THATS what the Neutrality Act is all about. We will continue to trade with both countries, we are not favouring the Japanese over the Chinese.”
“But the Japs have the Chinese coast blocked with their fleet, and ...”
“This is a deatail which doesnt change our principle. We must rely on our principals, thats what made our nation great.”


“THIS WAS THE LATEXUON FOR ME.
(Miss Nora Young of Boulder, Colorado contributed this article to LASCIVIOUSNESS AND BEAUTY, the great Ladys Magazine)
I never dared to take part at the LATEXUON in Miami, but this year I lost a wager with friends, so I had no choice. And so I was there, in one of the halls, together with about 100 other young pretty ladies, blondes like me, brunettes, red heads, black gals, chinese, hispanics, indians, you name it.
Traditionally, our packing started with the gags. We all put big rubber balls into our gaping mouths, sealed by latexbands in white, tied off as tight as possible. The latexgag made me horny from the start and I mmpphhed immediately.
Next, we stripped completely, and thoroughly rubberized ourselves with the latex catsuits for which the LATEXUON is famous. I choose shiny red and worked my way into the squeaking, tight latex, which was naturally impregnated with gnuvala-lustcream. To my right, a beautiful hispanic with hair down to her hips rubberized herself in silver, all the time mmpphing in her tight, squeaking gag. To my left, a small, diminuitive chinese gal put on green latex. AS you can guess, I was already hot as hell.
We put the hoods on, our hair vanishing under the rubber, the hispanics long mane was a big bulge under her rubber hood at her neck.
Now the helpresses began to tie us tightly with ropes. One by one we were made helpless, but naturally our legs remained free.
After all 100 of us were packaged, we were led outside, where we joined the ladies from halls all over the city. Over 10.000 rubberized packages of ladies filled the streets of sunny Miami.
What a sight!
We ran through the streets, cheered on by the crowds. Finally, we reached the pleasure tents, were strong pleasure boys awaited us. Mine took me all night, the hispanic was fucked just left of me. I had multiple orgasms this night, before I was released of my bonds and the LATEXUON ended.
It was the best sex experience of my life and I can only strongly recommend it. I am glad to live in the USA, were such is possible. Long live free bondage, long live democracy and freedom!
By the way, the hispanics name is Gina, and since that day we are engaged. Next year we will take part in the LATEXUON again, if we can get tickets. You too shouldnt miss it!”
An article in LASCIVIOUSNESS AND BEAUTY, May 2nd, 1937
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Delta Force Barracks, Atlanta, Georgia, May 4th 1937, 20.24 hours

Beyonce Tucker settled in a chair beside Amy Wilder, who worked her way through a pizza of enormous proportions.
“Uh, this looks good.”
“Want one too?”
“Better not, my waist, you know...”
“Come on, Beyonce, we are hard working girls, we need our share.”
“I will settle for a salad, thanks. The girls are shaping up nicely, dont you think?”
“Yeah, they might scare of a bunch of Hitler Youth now...”
“Come on, thats not fair. They are really sharp, and by the way, why do you always assume we will see action against the Germans? Youre a bit obsessed with that, my dear...”
Amy shrugged and continued to kill of the pizza.
“Could be the Japs too. Have you heard of it? Taken Shanghai with an amphibious landing yesterday. Thats their third landing after Nantong and Quingdao. These yellow bimbos mean business.”
“Okay, but I cant see them hijacking one of our airships over LA swinging their katanas, Amy.”
The former Lincoln brigade member grunted. Beyonce decided to change the subject.
“The girls are in a good mood since directress Hoover approved the name “Delta Force”. Good for morale.”
Amy grunted again and finished her meal.
Beyonce pulled out her Pall Malls. Amy eyed the pack.
“These things are bad for your performance on the ground, Beyonce.”
“I know, but they are my equivalent of your pizza, which isnt exactly healthy either.”
“Heard a knew case of vanishing scientist happened last week in Dallas. Do they still inform you on this?”
“Unofficially, yes. There is still no break in the cases. We think the Germans are behind it, but...”
“There you have it. The Germans need some serious a*-smacking, I told you before.”
“Okay, okay. I must admit, I would really like to get my hands on the one behind this. We think its someone travelling regularly in the States, but there are hundreds or even thousands of german businesswomen travelling here, let alone tourists, not to mention citizenesses of german ancestry.”
“Just look for the most confident, arrogant bitch you can find.”
“If it were this easy...”


Party of Mercedes Mendez, Miami, Florida, May 4th, 1937, 20.39 hours

Ophelia Skorzeny usually adopted a cool, nearly arrogant behavior on these social occasions. It came quite natural to her, but furthermore, it attracted the interest of most ladies, who imagined breaking the ice of this blonde beauty between the sheets. This had proven most useful for her mission as well as for her private pleasures.
She sipped from her champagne and scanned the room with her impressive blue eyes, but seemingly very bored. The hostess of the evening, a cuban lady named Mercedes Mendez, who lived in Miami for over 12 years and knew each and everyone here, at least the ladies that mattered, approached her, accompanied  by a beautiful young lady with raven hair in a plait and dark skin in a blue dress.
Ophelia knew the gal. She decided to put a smile on her features.
“Hi, Ophelia, I MUST introduce you two, the two most beautiful ladies of the evening. This is Kathrin Kaskas, the actress. Kathrin, meet Ophelia Schmidt, a german businesswoman and good friend of mine.”
“I knew Lady Kaskas from the movies. I admire your work, Lady Kathrin. May I ask if its true that you have american indian ancestry?”
“Thats correct, Lady Ophelia. And I am proud of it. Even if it means I always have to play bad, cruel indian warioresses in silly Western movies, getting killed or tied up in the end by Mathilde Wayne, the GREAT heroine.”
The Mendez left, leaving Ophelia and the actress alone.
“I take it you dont like these roles too much?”
“Hell, no, I can do better than that. Besides, I positively HATE to replay the imperialist murder of my people. They say they have intergrated us, but its a lie. They dont change.”
“You seem quite angry. It suits you well to be so. Cigarette?”
“Oh, thanks.”
Kaskas accepted a cigarette and lit Ophelias and then her own. Ophelia put a hand on Kathrins while lighting up. Their eyes met through the blue smoke.
“And what are you doing, Ophelia?”
“Nothing so glamorous or exciting. I am a simple businesswoman from Germany, I am afraid. Guess I am here because of my looks.”
“Even if so, your looks are extraordinary enough.”
“Thank you, Kathrin. I find your stance against imperialism most interesting. Maybe you would honor me by discussing that further...”
“You are really interested in this? Most people say, Oh no, the Kaskas again with her leftwing ideas, wants to strike back for the poor indians and something like that.”
“I am not one of those. In my country we knew enough about western imperialism, to know that your anger is well justified.”
This was developing nicely. Her night pleasure was safe now, and maybe something else might develop from this. This was a very angry young woman...



CONTACT REPORT
May 5th 1937
By: Major Ophelia Skorzeny, SET
Subject: Lady Kathrin Kaskas
[ ... ]
“... its obvious Lady Kaskas will nearly do anything to avenge her people and hurt the Americans of today. She is engaged in pacifist movements and in the SFMR, the society for Males rights, but mostly to express her stand against the establishment.
She has a big ego too, and seeing herself as an agent bringing about the downfall of the “imperialists” would surely suit her very well.
[ ... ]
My own duties dont allow to pursue this case further, but I strongly recommend contacting the Kaskas by an experienced recruitment officress of ABWEHR.”