The Madison Avenue Avengers

Why by Bronski Beats plays.

The Ladies of Madison Avenue have…changed. Changed into different clothes, that is.

Why?

They found out that Bobby Kennedy Junior has a fetish for Joyce Meyers. And “leather.”

The song plays.

The Ladies of Madison Avenue…are…looking for some fun.

And…maybe one of them will be chosen. For his running mate. Because hey! You never know.

“Hold-on if there’s anything to this are you guys working for Hillary?” asks a reader.

“You know…

SHIT!” says “a woman.”

“That’s OK!

Oh yeah.

I have a lot to spare!

OK?

The fluid runs real clean.

I check the engine regularly. I feed it only the finest of-

I’m hilarious!

The finest of ingredients as they call it. And ahh…you know…I just keep it going real…real smooth…real clean. Real mint. And ah…so that’s-that’s just how I roll…and I’m sorry you don’t understand.” says RFK Jr..

IPlayYouListen by ODESZA plays.

Bobby likes to live like it’s still the 1980’s in his mind. And he’s too stupid to realize how dumb his attitude and mannerisms and mindset looks today. He’s too trashy. And narcissistic. And…what? Just…disgusting?

He gets naked and wears a pair of “shades” from Ray Ban circa 1980’s he keeps. His “lucky sunglasses.”

“I’m Mahat…ma…Ghandi.” says Bobby taking off his sunglasses slowly. He throws them off to the side while shoving his fist in his pocket. He laughs and smirks and laughs some more.

“Bobby!” they cheer.

“BOBBY!” they cheer in unison, doing their best to pretend in this moment that they’re happy. Because this is a moment when they…can…pretend…to be happy.

He laughs, being too stupid to understand that they’re genuinely not necessarily serious or really at all sincere.

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They then all have sex. What kind of sex?

Closer by Nine Inch Nails plays for them.

One woman suddenly vomits.

Another woman looks confused.

And still another woman won’t stop dancing. She’s distant friends with Elon Musk and she’s high on Molly.

Bobby feels it’s been successful so far. He nods and smiles.

“WOOHOO!!” he yells.

And another woman starts making purchases on her cell phone. She may be having a manic episode.

“YEAH BABY!!” yells Bobby. “GIVE IT TO ME!!”

It turns out…only one woman is really getting much attention. So she starts to get into it. …Almost too into it.

And as the song plays on…she…ahh..makes the others…well jealous.

“Bobby!” yells a woman doing sexual activity to get his attention.

He debates. Should he…keep trying to convince people he’s “Bobby Kennedy Junior” or actually enjoy the sex. It’s clear he’s incredibly torn. He looks almost ready to cry. Finally…he decides to go over to the woman and start trying to fuck her.

Within a half an hour he’s ran around the room trying to fuck them all. It’s hard to keep tabs on who to spend the most time in. How many times does he go in and out of each woman. And then they’re all getting too aroused to be okay with him being in any one else but them. They all…are rather narcissistic. It’s getting…troubling.

There are…too many of them. But…to Bobby “more is always better.” “The more the merrier.”

Merrier? …No.

Bobby is trying to convince himself he’s enjoying himself. But he’s a little tired…and aged…and…he’s rarely had this many women at once. There are like 30 women there. But..he’s never run for US President before.

Poor Bobby. He has no idea what he’s doing.

Return of the Mack by Mark Morrison plays.

“BOBBY! Would you die for me!?” asks the woman on molly.

“YES!!” Bobby yells inside of another woman.

The woman in the song sounds aroused. Bobby looks suddenly filled with despair. His face sinks. He genuinely looks ready to cry.

Breathless he races across the room looking for her. Then he pauses and wonders if he’s heading schizophrenic voices. He blinks. Suddenly he’s a bit dizzy. He walks slowly around the room with his Viagra erection…

“IS EVERYONE HAVING FUN!?” he yells.

He bends over to regroup, hands on knees, with an erection.

It’s Not Unusual by Tom Jones plays for Bobby and his crowd of women.

“Can you all just fuck each other?!” yells Bobby.

“I’M HOT!!” yells a woman.

“BOBBY!!” yells another woman.

“FUCK EACH OTHER!!” yells Bobby.

A woman walks up to and offers to suck his cock to get rid of his erection.

“You fucking bitch! I’m used to this! I have these all the fucking time!” yells Bobby at her. He’s really annoyed.

“Bobby, this is our special space to share…and I’m not getting a good read on your energy.

I think you need to regroup in a separate room and just let the women in the room finish themselves off.

Nobody in here is a virgin Bobby. So I think you’re fine to just take a breather and leave.” says the woman who offered to suck his cock.

Bobby gets angry and pushes her. She’s falls into a group of women having sex with each other. She screams and they thankfully catch her.

Bobby throws a chair against the wall.

Then Bobby throws another chair against the wall.

They mostly all notice. 10 run out of the room. Then they all do. Calmly.

Bobby starts smashing a hole in the wall with a bat.

Whatever You Like by T. I. plays for them.

He smashes the bat clear through the wall. With an erection.

“LOVE!!” yells Bobby. He’s trying to express himself. He keeps smashing holes into the walls and laughing.

Then he lights his bed on fire.

“Par for the course. When Jack got too stupid he’d do stupid stuff too. I…would have been in the other room masturbating.

So…that’s why you can’t make assumptions.” says Lem. He yawns. “You’ve heard the story about JFK running around the hotel in Philadelphia naked on meth? Yeah. That’s like this.”

Bobby has had someone inject a sedative into him. The fire alarm went off and Cheryl decided to “intervene.”

“It’s not…that serious. Chill-out.” says Cheryl. “You’re running for US President.”

They all leave. Bobby rests.

You know…nobody finished. And it got weird. But…he did technically have sexual vagina-penis etc. contact with them. So…there’s that? He…can feel some…sense of satisfaction? Or bragging rights. And I’m sure he’ll brag and alter things. They always do.

*Lacey laughs* “What’s truth is truth. God is truth. And there’s nothing else. Get it into your dialect. Get it into your mind. You can’t…run. There’s no where to go. Literally.” says Lacey. “Hell…is only Hell. Not Heaven.”