A World Not Unlike Our Own - Chapter 4

The revolution's orgies were in full swing by the time the August orgy season came. June and July saw a steady growth in the amount of participants and Drexel had commissioned some of the members to knock down some walls and add an addition to the orgy chamber to handle the expected influx. August was the time when most people took their vacations from work and all the schools were still out so kids were usually out smoking or whatever kids on that planet did. Orgies were more popular in August than any other month. This normally might mean competition could detract from their orgies but they had rightfully gained a reputation as the only place to go for orgies.
August was also the month we're politicians, local and planetary, often bankrolled large trips for their wives. They never went themselves because legislation was still to be made in the beautiful summer weather of August. That was the story at least. And what female could resist a free trip? None. It was illegal for a female to refuse a free trip from their husband. It was sort of a blue law from the earlier days of Coita 4 before the planet had been unified under one legislative body. It had been part of the werewolves' system of law. It was believed that, every now and then, when the full moon comes a little too close to the planet, male werewolves go a little crazier than usual. The law ensured that noble wives who wanted to stay and help their husbands through this time could be sent away to ensure their safety. It was later found that this effect was a simple myth. Yeah, like the proximity of the full moon to the planet had any effect on werewolves' mental state. Even the youngest of vampires could tell you that's bullshit.
Anyway, the yearly trip was coming up and Drexel knew that it was now or never. The only way they were going to get politicians with them was to have everything go perfect. And it had to be professional. You can't have an orgy look like it's run by an idiot. These rich bastards won't go for that. It can't just have any old cereal bowl filled with condoms at the door or just a big tub of lubricant to take as you need. Drexel took up a considerable collection of dues and used the money to buy a fancy fool's gold plated condom dispenser. He went to TJ Maxx and bought a bunch of soap dispensers and just filled them with lubricant. The last thing he did was go down to the local temp agency and hire a couple people to be ushers. This thing was going to be classy.

The first orgy of August was met with much enthusiasm by the orgy community. Of course, all the usual orgy athletes showed up, this time accompanied by some out-of-town orgy athletes who had heard about the revolution's events and couldn't resist. Everyone was there. Teachers. Miners. Models. Students. Systems Analysts. Accountants. Window washers. Product Controls Consultants. Everyone.
Best of all, just as expected, lawmakers from all over the planet showed up to check out the event. Apparently, orgy news spreads much faster through political circles. Who knew? This was one of the first times in many years that any politician had been spotted at a public orgy. Public orgies were usually too crowded and males were often overrepresented, resulting in long lines and sad hand jobs. The revolution's orgies were popular with a lot of females. There were still more males, however, the ratio was close enough where as long as a good percentage of women were willing to allow double penetration there would be minimal wait times. Drexel also had absolutely no thoughts of letting the politicians wait for sex. They would come in and, if there weren't any openings that were open, some poor guy would be kicked out of whatever female he was in.
All the lawmakers were escorted to their first lays. They were given their choice and the ushers were instructed to go out of their ways to make sure the politicians were satisfied. And they definitely were. The politicians almost seemed a bit out of their leagues. They were laying pipe with the best in the business. It was clear to Drexel that his well practiced revolutionaries were blowing the minds of all the politicians they were blowing.
Drexel got his poison out early in the night and after a quick power nap, he took his Pop-tart-cam and went to work. He filmed some of the regulars as he made his way to the politicians. Drexel was impressed with some of the advanced positions everyone was doing. Some were spinning their partners around. Others were spinning around on their partners. Others were spinning around in their partners. It was a sight to see indeed.
Drexel eventually made his way to the first politician who was just getting ready for round two with a new girl. He got some great footage of the majority leader, a vampire named Sam Quentin. “Hey, baby. I'm going to show you something I call the filibuster.” Sam's filibuster move was quite impressive to watch. What he did was sit the female firmly atop his member in a classic reverse cowgirl position. Then, instead of having her move up and down, he thrust upward as hard as he could, making his partner momentarily weightless as she balanced atop his beef thermometer. It didn't last long and it didn't look like anyone enjoyed it but, goddammit it was interesting.
There were actually a very small amount of female politicians who had caught wind of the revolutionary orgies and joined their male counterparts in their carnal pursuits. Drexel got some footage of one of the werewolf representatives, Nancy Wyatt who was getting poked by one of the professional orgy athletes, Drake Tavington. He was using one of the moves that got him drafted first overall right out of high school, a move he called Storming the Centrifuge . Nancy started upside down and Drake stood right-side up. It was sort of like 69 standing up only the female was farther down so it was still genital to genital. (Don't try this at home.) Then, Drake began to spin so that Nancy was lifted horizontal to the ground and perpendicular to him. The centrifugal force pulled Nancy away and Drake pulled her back in. It was dangerous and oddly enjoyable. Drake was a werewolf so he was strong enough to do this for quite a while although both participants would get dizzy very quickly so he only used it as a big finisher.
The first orgy of August was an absolute success. Everyone came. More importantly, Drexel got about two hours of politicians having sex, most of them with a different species. The revolution now had possible access to a good chunk of powerful politicians. Not just local either. They had politicians who had jurisdiction over the whole planet. Yeah. I can't believe that crazy plan worked either.
As August progressed, the revolution held more and more orgies and got more and more footage of more and more politicians getting their dicks wet. As the last orgy of the season neared, Drexel decided it was time to make their presentation. He got everything set up. He opened up Windows Movie Maker and put up all the juiciest highlights from the footage he gathered. Then he added a cool background song. The song was an acoustic version of Tonight, Tonight by the Smashing Pumpkins. It was a special b-side with 32% more whine. Fucking perfect.
As the final orgy started to wind down and cigarettes were passed out Drexel turned on the projector. The film rolled and it was a big hit among a very large amount of the audience. However, the politicians knew exactly what was going on. Some of them were wishing they never came. After the movie rolled and the crowd shuffled to the door, the politicians stayed behind. They knew the way blackmail worked. As long as they met demands everyone was happy in the end. Some of them began to get a little nervous. This operation seemed almost like it was set up specifically to get them.
Drexel gathered them all around and revealed that he was the leader of an underground revolution. He explained that their goal was to make interspecies sex legal and also end general segregation of the species if they had enough time. What Drexel hadn't planned on was that he actually didn't have close to a majority of politicians on his side. There was no way to push a law through the system with nothing more than the support of a couple sex addicted politicians. The politicians explained this to Drexel. This is what he said after they explained the situation to him: “Fuck.” He continued, “Uh, give me, like, a week. Ah. Fuck me, fuck me. Goddammit.”