Amy Sue and Maxine Ch. 01-04

A short while later, while we're waiting for the elevator back in our apartment building, we run into one of our neighbors who we know is both a lesbian and a lawyer. We tell her about our evening, and she says that someone should have warned us about that bar. We don't tell her that we are planning to go back tomorrow night. After all, we both expect that by tomorrow night we will both be unemployed, and using our cunts to get food and drinks is better than starving to death.

But, we do tell her that we expect to get fired in the morning. She tells us that sex and gender equality discrimination is her legal specialty. She normally represents LGBTs (Lesbians/Gays/Bisexuals/Transgenders), but occasionally works for straights, too. She then suggests that maybe she should go to work with us tomorrow morning as our legal counsel.

We both think that's a great idea, but neither of us can afford a lawyer. We are only making minimum wage at the agency. The only real benefit we receive from either the agency or its officers is an occasional fancy dinner in exchange for a fuck. We now realize that we've been played like a banjo. But, it was fun while it lasted.

Then, she tells us her fee: She says that she'll represent us 'pro bono' if we come back to her place tonight and double team her pussy and asshole. She wants us to be her naked sex slaves for the night. Hell, we were doing more than that at work with four guys earlier tonight when their wives caught us. Well, we both know that we are nothing more than whores anyway since we've been unofficially fucking for money ever since we arrived in New York.

So, as we're riding up in the elevator, we agree to do our first all-girl ménage-a-trios in exchange for free legal advice. As soon as we enter her apartment, she tells us to strip totally naked and leave all our clothes next to the door. She then tells us that once we're naked we're to make us all a drink while she 'gets more comfortable'. When she returns, she's also totally naked. Well, maybe not totally. She's wearing a 10" strap-on dong. She's also carrying two sets of handcuffs. I'm still not sure if we went there because we wanted her legal help, if we were too drunk to know any better, or if we just enjoyed licking the topless gal's cunts in the bar and wanted more. Well, all I can say is that when we leave her apartment the next morning, we're both thinking that if she's as good a lawyer as she is a lezzie domme, our jobs will be saved.

As we expect, as soon as we get to work the next morning, we are called into a conference with the Office Manager and the head of HR. We ask or lezzie lawyer to wait out in the reception area while we meet with them privately. Obviously, our suspicions are right: We are about to be fired for fuckin' the bosses. We are politely asked to resign 'for the good of the company'.

"Good of the company?" I reply. "Don't you mean 'for the good of the suits that have been fuckin' us both since the day we were hired?"

"Besides," Amy Sue adds. "It appears to me that your both just jealous and can't stand the competition. Not only that, but I think you're both lezzies at heart. After all, we've never seen either of you getting fucked by any of the bosses."

"Tell you what," I reply. "We'll both eat your pussies every day for a month if you let us keep our jobs."

Well, it appears that we've managed to really piss off the Office Manager. Her face is now bright red. The conversation goes downhill from there. We realize that no matter what we say or do, we're going to be fired. So, we introduce them to our lezzie lawyer. Boy, are they pissed when we tell them that if the company wants us to leave quietly, they must negotiate an exit package with her.

Next, the Office Manager and the HR Manager ask us to wait while they confer with the company's prez. Shortly afterwards, they return with the prez and the company's in-house lawyer. It now appears that this is not going to be a pleasant negotiation. But, what the fuck? We've been giving this bastard free fucks and BJs for over three months. It's time for him to pay up, too. Before the day is over, we agree to voluntarily leave the company, keep everything we know about it or any of its employees or officers confidential, and also enter into a two-year non-competitive employment and full confidentiality agreement. In exchange, the company agrees to give us both a severance package that not only includes full salary plus benefits for two full years valued at $75K/year, it also includes an additional $150K each in hush money. Simply put, we agree to get out of the industry and keep our mouths shut about fucking the bosses in exchange for money. I guess that legally we just became fuckin' pros. Our lezzie lawyer also gets them to agree to allow us to formally file a sex discrimination lawsuit against the firm, and then officially accept a 'plea bargain' agreement that seals all public records and places a gag order on everyone involved. This, in effect, allows the agreement to officially be classified as a judicial award -- not income -- and therefore it is tax free money.

By the end of the day we both are without a job, but each of us now has about $300K additional in the bank. Who says that fuckin' and suckin' don't pay? After the meeting ends, we all go out to a local bar to celebrate. Neither Amy Sue nor I know that it's a lezzie bar. But, we're so happy that we don't care that there aren't any guys there.

"Greetings, fellow muff divers," our lezzie lawyer announces as we enter the bar. "I would like to introduce our two newest converts to the lifestyle: Amy Sue and Maxine. Today these two bitches offered to eat pussy every day for a month in order to keep their jobs. Anyone interested in taking them up on that offer?"

"Can we suck on their tits, too?" one of the patrons yells.

"Hell, Yes!" Amy Sue shouts back while removing her blouse and bra. "Come and get these puppies."

Well, Amy Sue's comment takes me by surprise. But, we're both still on an emotional high. After all, we just fought 'The Man', and, unlike the song, we won. In addition, I quickly see that I'm seriously outnumbered. So, 'when in Rome....' So, I strip off my blouse and bra, too. Before the night's over, both Max and I get really drunk and end up suckin' and fuckin' most of the dykes in the place.

We even end up working for tips as totally naked servers. Sometimes our tips are a free pussy licking. Other times we're bent over the table and fucked by a chick with a dick (strap-on). When we leave the lezzie bar we're both very drunk and feeling no pain after spending most of the day and night fucking and sucking a bunch of dykes.

When we return to our apartment building we don't go to our place. We end up at our lezzie lawyer's apartment, naked and in cuffs. Actually, I am learning that I not only like eating pussy, but I think that I'm a bit of a submissive. Amy Sue also appears to like serving others, too. For the second night in a row, we learn that we both love to eat strange pussy. Or, get ours eaten by another gal.

Later we both admit that women do eat pussy better than men. But, we also admit that there's nothin' better than a good fuckin'. And, that takes a guy with a rock hard cock. While discussing our future, Amy Sue comes up with another real brainstorm.

"Hey, Max," she says. "Remember that first night at the bar down the street. You know, were we had to fuck and suck for our food and drinks the night before we got fired by TWAT. Well, since knowing how to use our T&A got us this far, why don't we use our bodies to tour the country? Only we won't charge for pussy. Just ask the guys to give us free food, drinks, and a place to spend the night. Officially we won't be whores. Just 'Gold Diggin' Sluts'. Hell, this country is filled with those bitches."

"We can go from city to city, night club to night club, and each night have a one-night stand with a different sugar daddy," she explains. "I figure that there's a bunch of horny guys out there willing to supply us with plenty of drinks, food, and a place to spend the night in return for a hot piece of ass or two. All we have to do is continue doing what we do best -- fucking and sucking."

"Yeah," I add. "It doesn't look like we're going to make it as models. Even in high school our only real skills were located on our chest and between our legs. Let's fuckin' do it!"

So, we make a minor investment in a three year-old Camaro convertible. Other than that, we spend some of our new found wealth on hot, sexy, revealing party dresses, micro G-string bikinis, and Fuck Me! Stilettos. No bras or panties. We plan to wear the micro G-string bikinis during the day, and change into the party dresses for clubbing. We figure that between the two, we won't need any undies. If worse comes to worse, we'll just flash our tits or pussies for food.

Everything works according to our plan. We spend between 3-5 days each in Philly, Pittsburgh, and Cleveland. We don't spend any money on drinks, meals, or motels the entire time. We learn quickly how to spot the reverse Cougar bars, where all the sugar daddies looking for a young piece of ass like to party. We even con them into theatre and ball game tickets. All we have to do is put out at the end of the evening.

By the time we reach Chicago, our plan is working to perfection. We stay in ChiTown at least two weeks and are never with the same guys two nights in a row. Some nights we party together. Other nights we party separately. But, party we do. Sometimes I wonder how we keep from getting pregnant we're sucking and fucking so much.

Even on the days where one of us in on the rag, we somehow manage to find a guy or two who wants a red shower. I used to think that we are kinky. But some of the guys we meet put us to shame. One guy even asks me to sit on his face when my period is flowing heavy. I paint him red while he's eating my cunt. He loves every second of it. Fuckin' pervert!

Well, after fucking our way around ChiTown, we head west and do the same for a couple of days in the Twin Cities. So far the only money that we have spent since leaving the city is for gas. All of our meals, drinks, and rooms are provided for us. Our motto has become 'Fuckin' Our Way Across the USA'.

Eventually we decide it's time to give our pusses a short break and head west for Seattle. Of course, that means several days of driving through the northern plains states and a lot of 'God's Country'. You know, land that is so bad that only God would want it. Most of it was given to the Native Americans years ago. It's all land that no white man wanted. Well, until gold was discovered in 'them thar hills'. Then it happens on the morning of the second day after we leave the Twin Cities. I'm not sure which state we are in, but I do remember that fateful day very well. The weather is perfect. It's warm, but not too hot. We don't see a cloud in the sky. There's also a slight breeze keeping us cool.

We're cruising along with the convertible's top down when Amy Sue says that the sun is really feeling good on her skin. Since we are in the middle of nowhere, she decides to go 'au natural' and get an 'all over tan'. That sounds good to me, so we stop the car, strip out of our string bikinis, place them in the trunk of the car, and get back in wearing nothing but our stilettos and two big smiles. About 10 miles later, while riding totally naked in an open air convertible, we pass a sign telling us that we're entering sovereign Native American land. Or, as they more commonly call -- 'the res'. About 25 miles after entering 'the res' we pass another sign telling us that we are entering Lesbonia, a sovereign nation of Lesbian Americans. We've never heard of such a place, so we just ignore the sign and continue driving. Later we discover that the northern plains states are loaded with a lot of similar little, but very active and independent, unique communities. Each and every one of them has declared its independence from the U.S. and is willing to fight to keep everything that way. The state governments just look the other way and don't want to pick a fight that will put them on the national news.

Well, one of the signs that we miss warns all visitors that in Lesbonia all women are required to be topless. But, all free women must also be clothed below the waist. It's against the law in Lesbonia for any free woman to expose her pussy in public. Of course, we're totally naked -- bare pussies and all. So, we actually begin breaking the law the moment we drive onto their land.

We're not more than five miles into Lesbonia when suddenly we see a patrol car come speeding by with its lights flashing. The patrol car immediately cuts us off and forces us to stop on the side of the road. Both officers are women, naturally. But, what surprises us is their uniform. They're both totally topless -- and well endowed, I might add. One looks like she's got a set of 34Cs, and the other one appears to be sporting a set of 36Ds. Ours are bigger, but theirs are very impressive, too.

However, they are not bottomless. Both are wearing a set of very tight skorts which highlight their lovely asses. We both are getting horny just staring at their T&A. Both also have a traditional police belt, complete with handgun, cuffs, mace, stun gun, Billy club, and the like. However, what really surprises us is another unique 'weapon' that they have sticking out from that belt -- a 9" strap-on dildo. That's right -- both are packing in more than one way.

Although purely female, they're definitely not twins. The larger of the two appears to be a butch dyke, while her partner appears to be a lipstick lesbian. But, neither of the officers looks or sounds friendly. They immediately signal for us to get out of the car, which we do. Immediately we are ordered to assume the infamous body search position over the trunk of our little car. Amy Sue is leaning over the trunk from the left side of the car while I lean over it from the right.

We both are bent at the waist and have our tits and hands pressing down on the hot metal on top of the trunk itself. We also have our legs spread wide open. Then, in plain sight of anyone who drives by, they conduct a full body cavity search and end up fingering all three of our holes and playing with our tits.

"They must be escaped slaves," the butch officer comments. "No respectable Lesbonian would ever be caught baring her pussy in public. Therefore, they must be fugitive slaves and must be arrested and taken in for additional punishment."

"If you're right," her lipstick lezzie partner asks. "Why aren't they branded as slaves? There's no 'S' branding above their pussies. They could be from one of the other communes who just wandered onto our land. Besides, their car is registered in New York. How could they be escaped slaves?"

"Remember," the butch cop reminds her partner. "Ignorance is no excuse. Any female caught baring her puss in public is in violation of Lesbonian law and must be arrested. In addition, our jobs are not to second guess the Judge. Therefore we must assume that they're escaped slaves. Either way, we need to arrest them both and let the Judge decide their fate. Also, since they are, or soon will be, slaves, we have the right to bone them right here."

With that, we are both made to turn around, get on our knees, and suck their strap-ons until each is nice and juicy. After about five minutes of strap-on cocksucking, we are both bent back over the trunk of our car and get both our pussies and assholes fucked by the two dyke cops and their 9" strap-ons. They even take turns with us both. We get it rough from the butch dyke and gentle from the lipstick lezzie. But, both are very enjoyable.

"To be honest," Amy Sue admits when they're done fucking us. "I think that we enjoyed getting fucked by you two as much as when we are fucking guys. If all lezzies could fuck with a strap-on as good as you two dykes, we would willingly become a full-time carpet muncher. You both had us begging for more."

Well, I don't say anything, for I know that Amy Sue's just fucking with their minds hoping that they will let us go. After all, we both know that we aren't about to give up fucking guys anytime soon. A fake dick is better than nothing. But, it's not better than the real thing. But, her efforts are in vain. For, we are about to begin the next chapter in our lives -- as Lesbonian sex slaves.

Chapter Three

Just as the two dyke cops finish banging our boxes, along comes this big flat-bed semi-truck. On the flat-bed trailer is a long beam mounted about 8' into the air and running from one end of the truck bed to another. Hanging from the beam are about 25 sets of handcuffs. All but two of those sets of cuffs is holding a totally naked, stiletto heeled female prisoners. As the truck comes to a stop, I am able to get a closer look at several of their pussies. Each one has the letter 'S' branded directly above her twat. Later I learn that each of these naked beauties is a Lesbonian slave, and all are returning back to the slave compound after spending a night of fucking and sucking at a lezzie whorehouse down near the freeway.

Next, we are ordered to get up on the slave wagon, as she calls it, and are quickly locked into the two open sets of cuffs.

"We'll see you two bitches in town," the butch cop yells to us as the truck begins to pull away.

We struggle to keep our balance as the truck bounces along the road. We also begin to talk with two of the slaves that are cuffed right beside us. I learn that the one standing right beside me was arrested six months ago and charged with fucking a man. She was sentenced to 10 years as a slave.

When I tell her that we were arrested for baring our pussies in public, she says that's an automatic two years minimum as a slave. However, she also tells us that if we are convicted as escaped slaves, we probably will get the maximum: 100 lashes, 30 days on 'the cross', and then life as a sex slave.

"I hope you like eating pussy and assholes," she adds. "Because you're going to do a lot of both for the next two years -- and probably a lot more."

When we ask her what she means by 'the cross', she just smiles and sarcastically says "You'll see. It's a whole lotta fun!"

As we pull into the main town, I look over to the city center and see what appears to be the judicial center. There I see what appears to be a Judge sitting behind a courtroom style judicial bench, a slave standing in front of the Judge and probably awaiting a ruling, and a small audience viewing area.

On the left of the Judge's area is another long beam mounted about 10' above the ground. There are about 24 naked girls with their arms pulled tightly up and over their heads cuffed to chains hanging down from the beam.

On the right of the Judge's area is a large frame with cuffs dangling from the top two corners. Obviously, this is a whipping frame. But, the most startling sight is there are at least 24 crosses behind the whipping frame -- many with girls hanging from the cross' horizontal beams. Now I know what the other slave meant when she said something about 30 days on 'the cross'.

The slave wagon stops just long enough for them to remove us. After we are cuffed to the beam to the left of the makeshift courtroom, one of our two arresting dyke cops comes over to what appears to be either a bailiff or jailer and tells her that we are captured escaped slaves. Then our dyke jailer comments that she better get two more crosses ready.

Just as the jailer finishes teasing us about needing two more crosses, we hear the girl standing in front of the lezzie Judge scream.

"No, you can't do that!" the girl yells. "I'm not an escaped slave!"

BAMM!

"For that you just earned a double maximum penalty," the Judge screams back after banging her gavel on the bench. "I hereby sentence you to 200 lashes, 60 days on the cross, after which you will spend the rest of your natural life as a lesbian sex slave. Take this bitch away and whip her good."