----- Original Message -----
From: kim2048(a)aol.com
To: sascha(a)ex.com
Sent: Tuesday, October 31, 2000 7:42 AM
Subject: Fw: Soft Money...
> Sascha --- you gotta see this.
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: xanna237(a)aol.com
> To: kim2048(a)hotmail.com
> Sent: Tuesday, October 31, 2000 7:41 AM
> Subject: Soft Money...
>
>
> >
> > Kim,
> >
> > Hi There!
> >
> > Sorry for taking so long to email you back. I've been really
> > busy---not just with schoolwork, either. And, no, I don't have a
> > boyfriend. It's practically Election Day! And since this is my
> > first time voting, participating and everything has been really
> > important to me.
> >
> > Remember when John McCain visited my campus back in the spring,
> > and I thought that his talk about campaign finance reform was
> > pretty cool? Well, I've changed my mind. Reform would be nice,
> > but right now the most important thing is the election. And this
> > election is so close, it could really be decided by which
> > campaign is able to run the most television advertisements.
> >
> > Which brings me to what I've been doing for the past few months.
> > Which is, basically collecting soft money for the campaign and
> > our candidates --- I call them Our Boys. And if anybody found
> > out what I'm doing, there would be hell to pay. So I am totally
> > trusting you to keep this to yourself, OK?
> >
> > Here's how it started: My father was a delegate at the convention
> > this summer. I came along. It was amazing --- a whole week of
> > partying and flirting. The food was fantastic. But I also
> > listened to the speeches, and I really got energized, you know
> > what I mean? I really got into the messages. I agreed with so
> > much of what the candidate and his VP and everybody else had to
> > say---I was totally tripping on the atmosphere. I asked M&D if I
> > could give $1000 of my savings account to the campaign, and they
> > must have been tripping too, because they said yes.
> >
> > Silly me, I thought that once you give a thousand dollars, that's
> > it. But when I turned in the check, the boy who took it asked if
> > I wanted to match my contribution with another thousand dollars
> > to the party. That's the "soft money" that McCain was talking
> > about. When I told him that I didn't think I could afford any
> > more, he said "ok," but that I might want to go out fund raising,
> > to see if I could get anybody else to contribute.
> >
> > This is then when I had my---oh, let's call it a revelation. We
> > were at this after-hours party the night before the last night of
> > the convention, and lots of people---M&D included---were trashed
> > off their asses. Personally, I was soberer than sober. So this
> > slick-ass middle-aged man in a suit comes up to me and asks me
> > what I'm doing there, who I'm with, blah blah blah. We start
> > talking, and he's all impressed with my intelligence and
> > education and tan and my Prada minidress. So I tell him that I
> > just contributed $1000 and he's all super-impressed with me.
> >
> > So the guy gets really close to me and murmurs something to the
> > effect of: "How would you like to contribute another $1000?" He
> > said that he had to contribute $5000 to get into the party, and
> > that they were expecting him to contribute another $5000 the next
> > day. He said that if I let him kiss me, he would increase his
> > donation to $6000.
> >
> > Wow.
> >
> > I got all warm and uncomfortable all of a sudden. I'm sure I was
> > blushing. I didn't know what to do. And he said, "what's the
> > harm? This campaign is very important to you. It's important to
> > me. They need my money. I want to kiss you. A thousand dollars
> > for our team."
> >
> > "You would give them an extra thousand dollars, just for a kiss?"
> > I said.
> >
> > "Well, I was hoping that you would also come back to my hotel
> > room with me," he said, with a sly smile on his face.
> >
> > Right. "My folks are around," I whispered back. "They'll wonder
> > where I am."
> >
> > "Fine. A stolen kiss in an empty corner it is," he said. He
> > looked pretty disappointed. "$100 work for you?"
> >
> > I was imagining trying to kiss him. To tell the truth, he didn't
> > look that bad. But I felt like he was changing the bargain. "I
> > thought you said a thousand dollars."
> >
> > "Yeah, I guess I did. How about $250?"
> >
> > I nodded and smiled, and we left the big party and went into this
> > little conference room with the lights out, and he flipped me
> > over like a movie star and gave me this long, slurpy, oops-I'
> > m-accidentally-rubbing-your-tits-aren't-I? kiss. Then he took
> > out his checkbook, wrote out a $250 check to the National
> > Committee, and gave it to me.
> >
> > Wow, I thought. That was pretty easy. I felt like I had given
> > blood or something---drained but exhilarated.
> >
> > So the next day, while everyone was all at their little parties
> > before the Boys were supposed to make their speeches, this other
> > older guy comes up to me.
> >
> > "Hello," he says, with this little dancing school bow. "You must
> > be Xanna."
> >
> > "Yeah." I say a little suspiciously, because today I'm not all
> > tarted up in Prada or anything.
> >
> > He smiles this weird smile. "You are, I assume, the young virgin
> > ready to serve her country?"
> >
> > I'm thinking, who the hell are you, asking me if I'm a virgin or
> > not, and then I get it. "Oh, did Jim tell you about me?"
> >
> > "He did. My pockets aren't as deep as Jim's, I'm afraid. But I'm
> > wondering how much money I could give the Party if you would put
> > your hands in them?"
> >
> > Oh my God, I think. Like my brain can't quite process what this
> > all means, but I say, "$500."
> >
> > He looks at me again. "What if you would. as you young people
> > put it.blow me?"
> >
> > I say, "Spit or swallow?"
> >
> > He says: "Price is no object."
> >
> > I say, doing the math, "One-thousand spit. Two thousand
> > swallow."
> >
> > "Spit."
> >
> > So I do. We go looking around the convention center for a quiet
> > place, but we can't find anything. I'm getting ready to give
> > up --- perhaps I really don't want to do this --- when he finds
> > one of those handicap bathrooms, you know, the kind with a single
> > toilet and a door that locks? We go inside, he locks the door,
> > and he can barely get his pants down, he's so hard. I mean, he
> > almost loses it the moment I touch him. Let me tell you, this guy
> > was no different from the undergrads in my dorm. And the guy
> > feels so bad about it, hitting my dress, just like Bill and
> > Monica -- that he ends up writing a $1500 check to the National
> > Committee. (He offered to give me $100 for the dry-cleaning, but
> > I told him that I wouldn't take the money.)
> >
> > At this point I was totally grossed out but filled with, what,
> > this kind of patriotic fervor. I can't tell you how loud I
> > cheered that night when Our Boys finally got onto the podium and
> > accepted the nomination.
> >
> > The second I get back to school I signed up for the Election
> > Events committee, which handles the campus organization, the
> > get-out-the-vote, and such. But it was all so removed. So I went
> > down to the state party headquarters at the capital. They wanted
> > me to stuff envelopes and make phone calls --- until I told them
> > that I had raised $2000 in soft money in two nights by attending
> > parties and flirting with VIPs. That did the trick. I got added
> > as a special guest to all of the mailing lists, parties, and
> > special events until the election. It was sort of a tacit
> > agreement --- I could go to all of the cool events, as long as I
> > could keep the donations coming in.
> >
> > Now Kim, don't get me wrong --- the state party never explicitly
> > endorsed the idea of trading blowjobs or a quickie for campaign
> > contributions. They just know that I'm very good at what I do. I
> > get to go to all of the exciting parties. I get to taste all of
> > the amazing food, drink all of the expensive drinks (nobody cards
> > me), and get to meet all of those important people. And they get
> > their contributions. There's a reason that our state is up 200%
> > over the record that we set in '96.
> >
> > Some of the guys try to pay me personally, but I don't let them.
> > That would make me a whore, you know? And one guy kept calling
> > me, trying to see if we could get together again. I told him that
> > we couldn't do that, or else people might get suspicious.
> > Besides, this is about being part of the political process, isn't
> > it? It's my responsibility to get as money from as many people as
> > possible, rather than concentrating on a few big spenders.
> >
> > The sex? I admit I get into it sometimes. A lot of these guys,
> > they're really good in bed. You wouldn't believe it. I try not
> > to fake orgasms, and what's really cool is a not insignificant
> > amount of time I don't even have to. I mean, most of these guys
> > act like it's their responsibility to get me off. I wish that
> > more of the guys in my dorm felt that way!
> >
> > I'm really strict about my guidelines. We meet. We fuck or
> > whatever. They write out the checks. I leave. At first I was
> > pretty naïve and I was willing to go along and pretend that I was
> > their daughter's roommate or their son's girlfriend, but I
> > finally decided that I just couldn't do that --- not that it
> > doesn't stop them from asking. I also won't get tied up, or tie
> > them up. And if it's too gross to even mention it here, I won't
> > do it either. One guy wanted me to have sex with him in front of
> > his wife --- no way, I told him. Remember that line about
> > "plausible deniability?" Right. And I got offered $10K to do
> > something that I'd never even heard of before. I thought Our
> > Boys wouldn't approve, so I said no.
> >
> > Some guys want to fuck me and have, like, political discourse at
> > the same time. They're not paying for sex, they're paying for
> > politics, right? And they have to prove it or something? And
> > then I was sitting on top of this man who wanted me to answer a
> > lot of political questions for him, and every time I gave him my
> > opinion he got more and more excited, until finally I said
> > something about strategic tax breaks and he.well I won't say it
> > here. It's not nice.
> >
> > Oh yeah. That reminds me. They always have to use a condom. A
> > lot of them are so old they don't know about safer sex. And then
> > some of them really want to fool around in my dorm room because
> > it reminds them of their own politically active college days.
> > Like, meet a girl, talk heavy politics with her, then take her
> > home and nail her? It's sort of sweet of them, actually. But
> > there would be too many witnesses.
> >
> > And no, I've never fallen for any of my contributors. There was
> > this one guy --- a CEO from California who was in town for some
> > reason --- who asked me to marry him. I said, No deal---no
> > matter how the election turns out.
> >
> > I had to go through midterms like this. But luckily the
> > fundraisers and whatnot are winding down, and honestly, I'm very
> > tired. Tired of putting on my best clothes all the time. Tired
> > of having them ask me if "Xanna" is my real or my "professional"
> > name. I'm not a professional! I haven't made a cent off this!
> > But Our Boys have pulled in nearly $100,000 since this summer.
> > So every time I see a full-page newspaper ad for my causes or a
> > really spiffy TV ad, I know that I've done my bit.
> >
> >
> >
>
