The Greatest Liar, Date With The Devil

I wasn’t surprised when JC’s email hit my in box, requesting that I call.
My Las Vegas host was proving himself a greater liar than I ever had been. He’d been recorded bragging that he "can do anything" to women, including "just start kissing them ... I don't even wait" and "grab 'em by the pussy". He claimed he was joking, making locker room talk, but then a platoon of victims told their stories. “All lying,” he tweeted.
I recalled the press of his small hand against my pussy, and realized I was nothing special. Playing grab ass with pretty girls in public was his standard procedure.
“I just wanted to remind you about that NDA, so don’t get any-“
“Funny thing JC, I just looked at it.”
“Then you know it’s perpetual.”
“I also noticed that it’s under Nevada law, and here I am in Switzerland. Good luck with enforcing that here.”
“That’s why I’m asking for a new NDA, under Swiss Law. My Geneva office has already prepared it.”
“What else, JC?”
“A numbered account with 50,000 Euros. You get the number when you deliver your signature.”
“Email it to me, let me think about it, talk to my lawyer.”
“Please, if he finds out-“
“He’ll deny it, just like all the others.”
“No, that you’re transsexual, he’ll be furious, fire me.”
“Yeah, like you fired me as a pro bono client when I got outed. Revenge is a dish best served cold.”
I hung up before he could beg more.

Counsel

I sent both NDAs to my California lawyer Phil Lake, who couldn’t resist teasing me.
“Jason Crockett. Alexandra, of all of your revelations, that’s the most sordid.”
“There’s worse, he pimped me to one of his clients, guess who?”
“Right, that’s much worse.”
“Can I expiate my sins by outing him as a whore monger and tranny chaser?”
“He’ll lie, and could sue you too.”
“I’m in Switzerland, never coming back, especially if he’s elected.”
“If he’s elected, he’s the most powerful man in the world. Want to take your chances with that?”
“I could alter the course of history, prevent evil from ascending.”