Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez Giantess

The plan was for me to infiltrate the postal mail for Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. Naturally, any incoming mail for all Congress must pass inspection. I was able to simply curl up among the foam packing peanuts in a small gift for the incoming Congresswoman from her colleagues at Senator Graham’s offices.

Most of my day was spent waiting, trapped inside the small package with little air. At first, I was likely inside the congresswoman’s Washington mail slot, but at some point, I could feel the package being carried before again sitting. This time for a long time.

I fell asleep among the packing peanuts for who knows how long before I suddenly felt the package being lifted and again carried somewhere. Once there, I could feel the mail being given from one set of hands to another, and then set down again.

Outside, I could hear the unmistakable voice of Ocasio-Cortez, though muffled still ensconced inside the gift package. And then the box was rising up again, and I knew it was probably “go-time”. A sudden slash of a razor blade through the package tape expertly opened the gift from Senator Graham: A small bottle of expensive perfume.

I was tucked in among the package peanuts below the perfume, so was able to avoid detection while the now booming voice of the Congresswoman remarked on the gift to the office lackey who was giving the Latina bombshell a worshipful pedicure. He seemed afraid to even venture a gaze up from the foot at the statuesque beauty who grinded her heel into the young man’s groin while his hands fervently caressed and massaged the Congresswoman’s cocoa colored feet. “Oh, look Matt: A small gesture of welcome from those evil old white men in Senator Graham’s office.”

“Perhaps they want to curry favor with you, my Goddess?”, ventured Matt.

“DID I SAY STOP LICKING, CAPITALIST DOG!”, Ocasio-Cortez suddenly screamed, causing a visible shiver to run down poor Matt’s young spine, “N-No, great and powerful Goddess. I-‘m so sorry! Please forgive your humble servant!”

I’m not going to lie: she scared the hell out of me too with her sudden outburst, but apparently young Matt was accustomed to this sort of treatment after hours just the two of them in the Congresswoman’s office. Why, I’d only just arrived inside and already was finding out all sorts of juicy information about the real Ocasio-Cortez!

As the Congresswoman slightly hiked up her already tight skirt in her leather lounge chair, she glared intently down her sleek leg at the boyish office underling she already had at her beck and call. I knew he didn’t dare look up at her, so I took the opportunity while they were both distracted to sneak my way: