This is Sfär. Here, the Germanic nations are always a superpower.
Samantha Jones, Charlotte York, and Carrie Bradshaw are all blonde. But they're just as successful...if not more so.
Ah, the great city of New York... Even here, it puts Amsterdam to shame. Alas, that's not to say that there's nothing impressive about Amsterdam. Or London, for that matter... Or Kiel... Or Bremen... Or Reykjavík...
In this world, New York is an archipelago. Eight of these islands are inhabited. They're either very big, or have small populations, or both. This makes Manhattan and three of its surrounding boroughs rarities.
These days, Island 11, better known as Staten Island, is NOT a rarity. On Staten Island, the Eastern bluebird, the rose, and the sugar maple are all VERY much well-loved...by those who even recognize those as symbols of New York patriotism. To more minor extents, the beaver, the snapping turtle, the nine-spotted ladybug, the brook trout, and the striped bass are also well-loved.
Jones International is a great PR company; one of the most successful in all of Sfär. Its HQ is in Staten Island. Its tower is tall, and made mostly of reflective glass; like the HQ tower of le Monde.
Puerto Rican femininity has taken these easternmost islands by storm. It's got many of the men professing love to many P.R. dancers that steal their hearts. Such women are successful...even if the money they make can never match the annual income of Samantha Jones, the English goddess of Jones International.
There are some who would dare encourage Ms. Jones to join her own company's board of directors... Alas, most dare not. They're worried that if they do, they'll accidentally accuse her of being menopausal. But at least if Ms. Jones does have menopause...it still looks VERY sexy on her. No doubt about it: Ms. Jones is an English cougar, and she's ALWAYS in heat.
Sofia Hernandez is a rising star among Puerto Rican salsa dancers. She rocks that orange salsa dress like nothing anyone's seen. Like a pro, she's the envy of most women, and a heart-thief versus most men. Hell, she's even got the most patriotic of New Yorker men giving her every doubloon they have...figuratively speaking.
Srta. Hernandez isn't quite as old as Samantha Jones...but she and Ms. Jones could easily be rivals...over men, if not over their careers. Srta. Hernandez is no PR woman...but with a body like that, she could sure compete with Ms. Jones...if only she was just as good with people as she was with salsa...and men in bed.
On the ground floor of Jones Tower, there's art. And there's sculpture. A lot of this sculpture is of buff men; scrotums and all. Most of this art is dealt with by York Enterprises, another company in Staten Island that Jones International has a working relationship with...if not a fully-fledged business partnership.
At the end of a hall, a framed high-quality photo of Ms. Jones hangs. In it, she's never looked more stunning. She's in the nude...but her bare NSFWs are cleverly concealed.
Below this photograph, there's a caption of one of Ms. Jones's favorite proverbs: "PUBLIC RELATIONS ISN'T A MASK. IT'S A MAKEOVER...WITH BENEFITS."
To one side of this hall end, a door opens to a stairwell. It opens now. Through it, a failed boy slithers in. Meet Kelly Keller.
His sense of fashion is hardly admirable. Either that, or he's just not successful enough to invest in better clothes. He hardly seems like the kind of guy who'd steal Ms. Jones's heart...if Ms. Jones's heart is even vulnerable...if she even has a heart to share with one man. Besides, Ms. Jones is likely four times Kelly's age...if not older.
Indeed, he seems out-of-place in this marble hall of art. Good thing no one kicks him out. Lucky for him, though, Ms. Jones hates the government; hence, the only private security she invests in is the material kind; the kind that CAN'T crash her party. (Her words; not the press's. But then, if she's a publicist, then they're kind of the same thing in this city.)
This hall has recently added a sculpture...of a great Taíno she-chief. She's in the nude, and in a very primitive indigenous state; estrus and all. The sculpture's aura steals men's hearts...including Kelly's. From her, many gorgeous Puerto Rican salsa dancers have been born...including Sofia Hernandez.
Near her, there's another new sculpture...of a great Catalan noblewoman. She's mated with great Taíno men, and bred many young, gorgeous, and hungry Puerto Ricans. In this shape, though, she's a pure European. It's a pure 3D picture of what the Catalan woman was like a long time ago, before she helped co-create the elegance of the Puerto Rican race.
Ah, listen to Kelly. Who is he, to dwell on this crap? Who'd prefer him? Don't women prefer successful men, after all?
He sits on a bench, and leans against a wall. Before him, the sculpture of the nude Taíno beauty stands...big lips out. A parrot perches on her shoulder. It's a sad thing; Kelly could've been this parrot. At least he'd have a more stunning view down her chest than he does down any woman's chest in real life...successful or otherwise.
From afar, a woman's orange pumps approach. Kelly hears them, but doesn't wake. He hears pumps a lot in this hall. And yet, they never seem to prefer him...or approach him.
This time, though, they do. Kelly's tempted to wake...but doesn't. He's had so much bad luck with women. He'd just be giving himself more to not be thankful for...
She raises her bare Puerto Rican leg, and sets her pump-clad foot down between his upper legs. The toe of her pump is nths from his crotch.
He opens his eyes. He sees her leg. He gapes...and with his eyes, he follows her leg up to her revealing orange dress...and to her hooters, which her orange salsa dress doesn't conceal much...and finally, to her big Puerto Rican lips, and her ink-black hair.
Kelly smiles, and pats the part of the bench next to him. She smiles, lowers her leg, turns, and sits next to him. Her ass crowds his...despite being weaker than his. In fact, he senses that her ass is the weakest part of her body. But to Kelly, that's just fine; his ass is his strongest part.
She speaks in Taíno. Kelly waits for her to start speaking English...but she doesn't. Shit, he thinks. I finally meet a girl who might be worth settling for, and it turns out she can't talk to be any better than any other girl can...
Thankfully, though, Zenaida doesn't seem disgusted by the fact that Kelly doesn't speak Taíno. As a matter of fact...it seems that she's on fire for him. She's on fire for a lot of things. She should be; she's a Puerto Rican salsa dancer, after all. Kelly's just...not sure what it is about himself that turns her on. He doesn't usually have this effect on women.
Before long, Zenaida's fucking him, back at her place. The bed squeaks, as she does. She moans and bellows as she does. He hurts in a lot of places, as she does. But at least his ass remains intact.
And for him in this sex relationship, his ass is VERY important. Without it, Zenaida might leave him for a more successful man. Kelly just...still isn't sure that such a successful woman should be with a failed boy...