The Eighteenth Party Congress
by Remittance Girl © 2007

Zhou An and Li Lian entered the large, ornate hall, carpeted in deep, plush red. An enormous chandelier dangled from the ceiling.  At the end of the room, the gigantic white bust of the dead but revered leader looked down on them with blind, unseeing eyes.

"Wow," gasped Zhou An.

Li Lian giggled and popped her gum. "Cool, huh?"

In the background, an amplified, strident voice announced new agricultural policies and exhorted increased vigilance against encroaching western decadence.

They stood there, proud party members, sipping their complimentary Pepsis.

Later that evening, Zhou An, bent over the back of a garishly brocaded sofa with her army green skirt pushed up over her hips, grunted as a uniformed septuagenarian pounded her pert little ass. His numerous medals tinkled on his chest with every thrust.

Naked but for her sam brown belt and her peaked cap, Li Lan sat on the sofa watching. "Chin up, comrade. The motherland expects self-sacrifice from all its members."

"But he's so....old!" whined Zhou An.

"He's a hero of the revolution, sweetie," retorted Li Lian.

"This wasn't what I joined the party for. I thought it was—you know—a party. Like the ones on MTV."

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