Chapter 2

Interviewing the President

The small twin-engine plane rumbled through the hot, dusty African sky as it made its way to Muambe City, the capitol of Zanwamba. Crammed inside it were a dozen reporters, all eager to get an interview with the leader of the tiny country, Maxwell Carter Jubawan.

With the aid and training of his father, Donavan Carter, Maxwell had been able to band together the many tribes of Zanwamba and overthrow the racist hold of the white minority that controlled the country. To the people of Zanwamba, Maxwell was their George Washington and was respected and worshipped almost like a god.

But, because of Donavan's involvement in the revolution, there were those who were suspicious of the new regime and what its goals were. Two of those who had their doubts were aboard the tiny airplane as Capital City came into view.

"There's got to be an easier way to get into the country than this," Power Girl commented, irritated by the heat of the desert sun as beads of sweat rolled down her face while she looked out one of the plane's windows.

"What's wrong now? We can't just charge into Maxwell's palace and demand to know what's going on and how to heal Kal," Wonder Woman replied just loud enough so that only Kara could hear over the drone of the plane's turboprops, once again getting annoyed by her partner's whining. Diana respected her blonde friend; she was a woman who had the spirit and power to be her equal, but her bad temper was a little too tiresome sometimes!

"We don't even look like reporters. Look around. All the other women are no taller than 5'8 and have breasts no larger than a C cup. Look at us. You have to admit we stick out like sore thumbs." Wonder Woman stood at 6'2 and Power Girl was just an inch shorter, though she made up for the height difference with the sheer size of her chest. She had a very large 38F, and Diana's breasts were 38DD. Much bigger than the real reporters, and even seated in the plane their heads were above all the others.

"We've been over this before, Kara. This was the easiest way to get to the President. This press conference is our only way in. I thought you wanted to help Superman."

"I do, but..." Kara felt some embarrassment. Diana was the only person in the world she thought of as her equal, both as a heroine and a champion of womanhood, a symbol of what every female should try to be.

"Okay then. This conversation is over. Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll like big breasted women." Diana laughed, shaking her head.

"Lucky? How can that be lucky?" Kara was exasperated, but caught Diana's wink and her joking mood, noticing that her friend was picking on her, and gave Diana a smile, blushing lightly.

"I know Maxwell's probably a creep, but you may have to turn on your feminine wile. Please don't beat him until it's time to." They both smiled at this; the bond between the heroines was strong and true, and even with such different personalities they were true friends.

"I know, I know. How do you know he's behind Superman's illness, anyway? It could just be someone at LexCorp. Trying to get revenge on him."

"That's precisely why I know he's involved. In his younger days Donavan Carter was a mercenary and a spy, and is even still a very smart man. He was able to build a fortune through gun running and a handful of other illicit operations. Now most of his money comes from LexCorp, who deals exclusively with him in this region. It was his money that helped finance his son's little war. My guess is that neither Maxwell nor Donavan care about the country, just their wealth and power."

"So how did they get to Kal then?"

"With some help."

"From whom?"

"Naala Jubawan. His mother. Long ago she was a pupil of Circe and became a very powerful sorceress. Before the start of the revolution, an agent of the old Zanwamba regime was sent to kill her and supposedly succeeded; nobody had seen her alive since." Wonder Woman stopped to drink from a water bottle. Power Girl was interested, and listened with care; this looked like a mission briefing to the blonde powerhouse! "But I saw her half hidden in a small picture taken by LexCorp personnel during the volcano eruption. I know her from some years ago, when I confronted Circe and her minions. From everything I know, short of Circe herself being responsible, Naala is the only one strong enough to put Superman in such a precarious situation with the volcano. Oh, we'll have to talk later. We're here."

The small airplane touched down on a dusty and grassy runway at a rundown airport. As the plane came to a stop and the twelve reporters departed, they were greeted by six hummers, each with an armed man standing at its side.

With her khaki pants and white linen shirt, its long sleeves rolled up to her elbows, stretched to the limits by her exquisitely shaped and voluptuous body, Kara watched as Diana came down the short steps out of the plane. Already her feet were itching in her mid-calf white socks and ankle high light brown boots, and while she knew this fit the image most thought of as a female reporter in this environment, Kara felt a bit envious of her companion. Diana looked a bit more like a tourist than a reporter in the blue explorer shorts and red tank top that molded itself to the Amazon's massive globes. The red socks and matching Nike sneakers she wore HAD to have been more comfortable than her leather boots. Each of the women grabbed their bags and then looked around to gauge the situation.

There were two very different kind of troops there. Most were using traditional army uniforms and AK47 rifles, but some of the soldiers were armed with state of the art combat equipment and wore a badge showing the stylized image of a golden lion head.

The most unusual thing was that, even with their high tech battle gear and modern weaponry, every one of them was using some kind of tribal badge, some amulets, headbands, etc. Each soldier had some personal touch to his uniform.

Another thing that drew attention was that each one was also carrying a weird kind of long knife, almost the size of a small sword, with blades that sprouted everywhere, making it quite a difficult weapon to use. But granting that there was an edge on each side, it could likely easily hit an opponent. They were led by a tall and powerfully built black man, who was obviously in charge, ordering the security personnel and soldiers alike.

"See, Kara, they're using mongwangas, African throwing knives. I have been trained in the use of such weapons on Themyscira, and each one must be of a different ethnicity by the many kinds of tribal badges around," Diana said to a quite disinterested Power Girl. "But who is that man?" asked Diana, basically thinking to herself, noticing the officer's hard stare and the way everyone obeyed him eagerly.

"That is Zumbih Jumbawan," answered an old reporter from a cable news network, who was checking her equipment and baggage. "He's the leader of the Golden Pride, this country's elite troops," she continued, noticing that both Diana and Kara had awakened from their lethargic state and were paying attention to her now. "He is considered the second greatest combat hero of the revolution, second only to the President himself, who, by the way is his cousin by his mother's side. I interviewed him once, nice guy. Educated, speaks good English, too; most of the people around here don't. By the way, my name it Kate."

Pleased to meet you, Kate," said Diana, shacking her hand. "I'm Diana and this is Kara." The older woman looked at the two Amazonian beauties and smiled. They were in long khaki trousers and white blouses, and Diana's hair was pulled into a ponytail. Both were too heavily dressed for this hot climate, and only their super human bodies prevented them from suffering dehydration effects. Even so, they were sweating profusely and it showed on their clothes.

"I guess you two are the ones most likely to get an exclusive interview with the president... his love for young beauties is legendary!"

Power Girl's white blouse was glued to her body, accenting every voluptuous curve of her massive mounds. Even with the utilitarian heavy bra it looked fantastic; she just made an annoyed face as she heard it. Diana giggled lightly; she was more practically and lightly dressed in her red tank top, but she knew that the stretchiness of the top made her DD-cup hooters appear to stand out proudly from her chest. The upper edge of the tank top was only just over her aureolae, exposing an exquisite view of her cleavage.

The revolution hero, Zumbih, got some important radio call and summoned a small task force, swiftly leaving the area. Diana observed everything and took mental notes of the weapons and tactical organization of the soldiers. They were well trained, the Golden Pride forces were very disciplined and always alert.

All the reporters finally had their baggage and gear, and were escorted to the vehicles. The two heroines saw six armed men fighting each other over who would escort them to the palace. Wonder Woman watched in amusement and Power Girl in annoyance at their juvenile behavior before one of the men emerged "victorious" and greeted them.

"Our great leader Maxwell Jubawan greets you with honor and difficulty and welcomes you to our small country. I am Manu, and I will be your escort to his palace." He spoke in a surprisingly good English.

"We thank you for this opportunity to interview your great leader," Diana replied, as Manu took her and Kara's bags and loaded them into the hummer.

"Thank you," Power Girl politely said with a smile, as Manu held the door for both of them to get in. "If I may ask, why the hummer and machine gun?" she asked as the vehicle took off down the dirty road with the others not far behind.

"There are some supporters of the old government who still haven't taken to the idea of the free democracy that President Jubawan desires, and are constantly trying to engage the country in guerilla warfare."

"Shouldn't the plane have landed closer to the palace then?" Diana asked.

"The airport of the city was destroyed in the revolution, like many things around here," he answered with a certain sadness. "But don't worry, to be honest with you two the guerillas are hardly a threat this near to the capital, and the drive isn't but thirty minutes. Our leader just wants to make sure his guests are treated as well as possible and kept in as safe an environment as possible," he said as they entered the vehicle. "And, as you must have noticed, the special forces have gone ahead to scout a suspected sighting of old regime terrorists in the countryside; our travel is completely safe now."

"That's excellent to hear," Kara said.

"That's the only way he'd have it." Manu smiled, sneaking a peek in the rearview mirror at Power Girl's chest that seemed like it was on the verge of busting out of her shirt. He enjoyed the view for the remainder of the drive. Then, as they neared the palace, he spoke up. "During your stay you will each have your own guest room in the palace with your private bathroom as well. Once I drop you off at the palace you will have an hour to clean up and do whatever it is you have to do to get ready for the interview. Tomorrow you will visit an exhibition the President has prepared, and will watch a video that explains his visions for the future. Here we are," he said as the hummer stopped at the front steps of the palace. "If you ever have any questions during your stay, feel free to ask one of the palace staff. If you're lucky enough to catch President Jubawan while he's checking on things, feel free to ask him as well. He'd be more than willing to answer your questions." Manu smiled and licked his lips as he didn't even try to hide the fact that he was staring at both superheroines' magnificent bodies as they got out of the vehicle.

"I wonder if they're all leeches like he is," Kara said, irritated.

"I'm sure they are," Diana answered, worried that Kara would lose her temper and blow their cover if a guy did anything more serious than peeking at her cleavage from a rearview mirror.

"You know, Diana, I hate when they look at me as if I was some kind of exotic meat. It's even worse when they can't take their eyes from my cleavage!" Kara continued, obviously annoyed, her legendary bad temper already at work! "My only comfort is that they will never have the chance to even see what they lust so much for!"

"I know how you feel Kara, you're not the only buxom girl around! You just have to play nice until we find out what we need to know," Diana responded, as the two of them walked up the palace steps and past two more armed men who guarded the palace doors. She could feel them staring at their asses as they walked by.

The 'whatever it is you have to do to get ready' that Manu had mentioned involved a brief but satisfying hot bubble bath for each of the heroines, followed by a change into much nicer clothes. Diana selected a deep red, short sleeved buttoned silk blouse and a dark blue, almost knee length skirt. She slipped her feet into a pair of red high heeled sandals which had intertwining laces that tied off just below her knees; she smiled, thinking how much the sandals resembled those she had worn as part of her costume many years earlier. Kara chose a yellow, long sleeved cotton blouse and a white faux leather skirt that most would call a mini. She, too, selected sandals, but hers were white and had low heels and single straps that buckled over her ankles. Both had their hair hanging loosely after a quick blow dry.

The interview took place in a large dining hall. It hadn't dawned on either Wonder Woman or Power Girl until just then, but all of the reporters who had been invited were women. Only half of the room was used, with three tables set up seating four reporters apiece. There was a stage at the end of the room with a large mural of Maxwell holding a baby painted on it. On the stage was a fancy podium with several chairs set up behind it. Off to the side was the switch board that controlled the room's audio system.

Diana and Kara made idle chit chat with the other two ladies at their table while the staff looked to be preparing for the night's dinner. About fifteen minutes after the reporters sat down, Maxwell came out, dressed formally but not as far as a tux in just a pair of black dress slacks and an open necked white shirt and a jacket going with the pants, followed by an entourage.

Besides Max, there was his father Donavan Carter and his mother Naala Jubawan, on her first public appearance in a long time. His dad was the most casual of the group in a short sleeved khaki shirt and khaki slacks, while his mother was in traditional African matriarchal tribal finery, colorful almost to the point of being gaudy. They sat down in two of the chairs that sat behind the podium. Next to Naala sat two attractive, green-eyed red headed women, equal in every aspect. They were of only average height, but made up for that with identical faces that could belong to cover girls and figures that were enticing if not as fetching as the heroines'. They were in obviously identical sleeveless and cleavage baring scarlet mini dresses with matching ankle high boots with flat heels on their feet. The twins certainly seemed out of place to Wonder Woman and Power Girl, but if the rumors of the President's lust for women was only half-true, their appearance in a small, hot African country was understandable.

"They must be whores," Kara sneered, looking at the redheads. One of them caught her looking at them, and shot Kara a glance back. She quickly looked away. Then there was Maxwell Jubawan himself. Aside from the fact that he was a rather tall and well-built man, standing at seven feet tall, he was a fairly average looking man, but his charisma and ease of bedding women was legendary.

Their interview was slow and rather boring, though Maxwell was able to act like he enjoyed being there. Most of the questions were about the current state of the country and its many problems, the guerillas among them. Though they were concerned with human well being, Diana and Kara had no concern at the moment about Zanwamba's problems. Their main concern was connecting Maxwell to Superman's illness, and getting a cure.

When it was their turn, Power Girl stood up to ask her questions. "I'm honored and privileged to finally be able to meet you, President Jubawan," Kara lied. "Everyone knows of Superman's recent exploits here when he saved the LexCorp excavation team and the site. But as everyone may not know, he's taken a bit ill recently since returning to Metropolis, feeling at times cold and confused. Has anyone else on the excavation team or near the volcano during the blast taken ill?"

"I've heard of his illness and send my condolences, however, I've yet to receive any reports of illness due to volcanic exposure on that day." When the President fixed his gaze on Kara he nearly gasped; her fantastic body was a pleasant surprise for him. "The people of this country are thankful for his heroism and very timely help, but we don't think the cause of his illness is connected to his small adventure here."

"I have a question," Wonder Woman interrupted, standing from her chair. "Though a minority, there are those who say your new regime is no better than the previous one and you're only doing this because of power and greed and not for freedom as you've claimed. How do you respond to that?"

"The people saying those things are the remnants of the previous, racist government. They're the cause of the guerilla acts going on that required your safe escort here." His eyes again were getting wide as he saw the perfect form of the Amazonian princess. "As for my reasons for starting the revolution, all I'm going to say is, ask the people. They're much happier with the government I've brought in and, though still small, the improvements and advances I've created for Zanwamba are more spectacular than anything any of the previous regimes have ever done. Any more questions?" His eyes changed a little; the President was nearly frowning, but hiding it as he tried to keep smiling and talking in his perfect English.

"No, thank you, Mr. President," Diana said with a fake smile as she straightened her skirt and sat down.

"Does anyone else have any questions?" There was a murmur, then a collective no from the dozen reporters. "Excellent, then. Feel free to walk around the palace as you please, except for the restricted areas of course, and meet back here in three hours for dinner. "It will be a festive occasion tonight!"

During the interview Maxwell had obviously taken notice of the two tall, voluptuous ladies. They had the Amazonian look to them that he desired in women, and they had extremely large breasts as well. Those were his two favorite traits in a woman. However, as he continued to stare at their curvy bodies, something a bit odd struck him about them. That day, though the head on his dick was overpowering the one on his head, he quickly called the twins over. "Natasha, Nicole, I need you to do something for me."