Saturday was always a busy shopping day at the Bargain Barn and no one paid attention to four young women entering the store wearing shorts, colorful blouses and sandals; each carrying a large, satchel-like handbag on a shoulder strap. Once inside, they fanned out to separate areas of the store featuring items that attracted the most customers; electronics, women's clothing, toys and games and the snack bar.
Once in place, they browsed around and waited for their cell phones to ring. When they did, each removed the purse from her shoulder, unzipped them and slid them behind display racks and in the snack bar left it under a table. Then they strolled outside and stood by Brittany's car to watch the fun.
Several minutes later, the shouting and screaming began inside the store as swarms of ravenous cockroaches awakened from their cold induced sleep and poured from the abandoned purses seeking warmth, food and places to hide. Brittany, Keri, Veronica and Teri laughed until tears ran down their cheeks at the sight of panicked shoppers running from the store to escape the invasion of the brown scurrying and flying insects so associated with filth and disease.
"That'll teach those fuckers not to fire you because you like girls," Teri said happily as she and Brittany hugged and watched as the last of the frightened shoppers leaving the store followed by most of the employees.
"Dudes!" Veronica shouted, "I hear sirens, we better boogie before the cops get here."
The four piled into Brittany's huge Chevrolet Caprice and cruised out of the nearly empty parking lot, passing a stream of police cruisers, fire engines and EMS units, red, blue and strobe lights blinking, sirens wailing and air horns bellowing heading to the emergency at the Bargain Barn.
"They'll have to tent and fumigate that place," Veronica laughed. "That should put a dent in their sales for a few weeks."
"Where'd you get those bugs, Ronnie?" Keri said as they snuggled in the cars huge back seat.
"A dude I know is a bug wrangler for the movies. He raises the damn things by the barrel load and keeps 'em on ice until they're needed for some horror flick. Then he warms 'em up and let's 'em run. He raises snakes, tarantulas, praying mantises, katydids and a bunch of other gross critters too. Ick!"
"I was not thrilled to be carrying a purse stuffed with filthy roaches," Teri said, "But it was worth it to see that store empty out like that. That'll teach those fuckers to mess with us."
"Where ya wanna go, guys?" Brittany said, "The mall or the park or what?"
"Let's go to a movie," Veronica said, giving Keri's breast a squeeze.
"Movies it is," Brittany replied, "There's a new action flick at the Multiplex."
"Oooo," Teri said, stroking Brittany's bare thigh, "I love the movies."
***
Susan and Leslie were lying in bed resting after their multi-orgasmic, mid-morning sex romp when Janice burst through the bedroom door shouting "Jesus Christ is that all you two do is fuck? Pick up the goddamn phone once in a while whydoncha'?"
"Why the language you use, Ms. Carpenter," Susan replied. "What would the students think?"
"Aw, bite me," Janice said, flopping on the mattress next to them. "Mike Hutchins has been calling your houses all morning. Then he called me at school. He got word that those Legion of Decency creeps are having a garden party this weekend at Matthew Priestley's place in Oak Hills. He's gonna try gettin' in there and do some snooping. Maybe dig up some dirt to use against them."
"I like that idea," Leslie said. "I'm glad he's on our side."
"Too bad we can't get into that party too," Susan added. "Maybe we'll do a little snooping around there ourselves."
"They know what we look like, babe," Leslie replied, "And Janice can't risk showing up either. What are we gonna do?"
"I'll think of something," Susan said.
"Anyway," Janice said, sitting up and adjusting her bra straps, "That's the news. I gotta get back to the office." Before she could move, Susan and Leslie pounced on her.
"I think someone deserves a 'thank you' for bringing us the news," Susan purred, unbuttoning the woman's blouse.
"Yes, I think a nice 'thank you' is in order," Leslie replied, her hand going under Janice's skirt and rubbing her silk covered pussy.
"You guys, c'mon, I really gotta go," Janice said, not struggling a bit as they undressed her and began sucking her hard nipples. "Ahhh, yesss," she moaned as Susan and Leslies fingers began frigging her moist cunt and hardening clit. They teased and excited the moaning woman for a while, and then Leslie slid between Janice's silky thighs and began to lick her pussy.
Susan straddled Janice's head and lowered her dripping cunt to the woman's eager mouth. Janice grabbed Susan's ass cheeks, pulled her onto her wiggling tongue and began slurping noisily on the pink flesh.
"Oh God, baby, I love your tongue," Susan moaned, tugging on her hard nipples and tossing her hair about. "You eat sooo good."
Leslie feasted on Janice's gooey pussy, licking, sucking and nibbling on the tender flesh, her tongue scooping mouthfuls of salty precum from deep inside the pink walls. Janice's hips bucked as she thrust herself against Leslie's mouth, wanting to cum and cum.
The room was filled with the sounds of slurps, moans and muffled squeals as Susan and Janice felt their orgasms blossoming within them until they came explosively; Susan drenching her lover's face with cum as Janice forcibly ejaculated into Leslie's greedy mouth. They were each eaten to a second orgasm and collapsed in a sweaty sticky heap.
When they had recovered, Susan retrieved two dildos from a bureau drawer. Leslie knelt on the bed with her ass in the air as the women fucked her in both holes and rubbed her clit until she screamed "Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard, I'm gonna cummm..." and she did.
Janice never did get back to her office.
***
"I wish you could get one of these uniform shirts that'll fit over my boobs," Connie Peterson grumbled, fluffing her short red hair, "So we're using the 'I'm from the power and light company' shtick to get in the place, then what?"
"Simple," Mike Hutchins replied. "You talk to Priestley's houseboy about saving electricity and while he's looking at your sweater puppies and fantasizing, I'll plant some mini-cam's around and we'll see what goes on at the party. With any luck, we'll catch some of those stuffy prudes in flagrante delicto. Let 'em wriggle out of that."
"You do know what we're doing is illegal don't you?" Connie replied with a grin.
"It never has stopped us before, has it?" Mike replied. "The van's loaded, let's go."
"Ahh, screw it," Connie said, trying and failing again to button the shirt, "I'll wear a t-shirt underneath and let it hang open; give the lech a really good look."
"That's my girl," Mike replied.
***
