A hot blonde in her forties ran a custom cake store. She was also deeply homophobic and refused to make cakes for gay weddings.
Then came the US Supreme Court's ruling allowing gay marriage in all fifty states. The tide of public opinion had turned, and then woman was losing business. One day, she was at lunch with her fellow members of the chamber of commerce.
"Aghhh...I wish there was some way I could take back what I said!" she exclaimed.
"You regret your previous position on homosexual marriage?" asked her luncheon mate who, unbeknownst to the blonde, was a closeted lesbian.
"No, not at ALL! I still think homosexuality is immoral. It's just that I wish I had not been so public in saying so."
Her lunchmate hid her hurt well. She hesitated, seeming deep in thought to the blonde. Finally, she spoke.
"You know...the chamber has a project about reconciling those opposed to gay marriage with the gay community, so that business can continue..."
"Really???"
"Yes...a meeting is set up between a company that is now branded for having taken a public anti-gay stance, the issues are worked out, and the company then goes on its merry way, doing business with the gay community."
"WOW!!! Sounds just like what I need! How is it that the issues are worked out?"
"That I can't tell you because that is between the gay community and the individual business. What I can tell you is that every business that has gone through the reconciliation process now gets tonnes of orders from the gay community."
"Awesome! How soon can you set me up?"
A meeting was arranged. The blonde was initially dismayed that the negotiator representing the gay side was a man who had led a protest against her. The feeling was mutual, but the gay man was willing to work with her. He gave her a time and place to be and meet with a council of gays to work out their issues. He told her it would be a weekend retreat and that she should expect to arrive on the Friday night.
The woman arrived on the Friday night. She was relieved to see that it was not the gay man, but a hot redhead in a tight outfit who greeted her at the door of this castle-like mansion. She felt less relieved when the redhead led her downstairs to a dark and gloomy room.
"Strip!"
"WHAT???"
"Look, do you want our business or not?"
The blonde hesitated. She was shocked and incensed by this demand, but her constant fixation with the bottom line got the better of her. She stripped. Then, suddenly, too fast for the blonde to react, the redhead produced a hood and put it over the blonde's head. Her hands were manacled behind her back before she knew it, and she was being force-marched before she new, the cruel cold of the stone floor on the soles of her feet radiating upwards to intensify the already cruel cold on every inch of her exposed and now thoroughly threadless flesh.
Then the hands on her arms pulled her to a stop, undid her manacles and manipulated her whole body downwards until the small of her back was resting on something padded, her arms stretched out and her wrists manacled anew to something that held her arms outstretched. Her ankles and her legs were soon in the same position. The hood was removed, and her long blonde hair was tied back with a rubber band, exposing her bountiful breasts and pubic hair for all to see.
"Wha-what?"
"You need a change of attitude if we are going to do business."
The blonde her a whirrring sound. In terror, she realised she was bound to a quickly rising Saint Andrew's Cross, which finally came fully upright. The pain in her crotch was indescribable and she screamed in agony.
"Oh sweetie..." exclaimed the redhead "...you ain't seen nothing yet."
Several hot naked women surrounded the crucified blonde homophobe and began to mercilessly lick, caress and tickle her exposed flesh, her areolas, her nipples, her labia and her clitoris. This went on forever until the blonde came with the force of a supernova.
"you...bitches!" she exclaimed in butthurt chagrin.
"Us bitches..." replied the redhead "have all of this on tape. If you don't say your name, followed by 'And I'm a lesbian!' we will doxx this tape to all your conservative friends, so you will lose what business you have."
"BITCHES!" exclaimed the blonde.
The redhead moved forward and slapped the blonde, who began to cry and sob in her misery. Eventually, this subsided, and she said her name, followed by a loud 'An I'm a lesbian!' as directed.
The blonde was released, sedated and let go the next morning. Business picked up, and her cake business was back in black for the next several quarters. That was a good thing, since the blonde, in that interim, had racked up a hefty bill watching internet lesbian porn and rubbing herself out to it, dildoing herself into oblivion several times a week at the thought of the image of two lesbians tribbing.
