We're taken to a room with a bar and a small stage.
There's a corridor and a back room.
It's very much like The Pussycat Lounge, in miniature.
The big mistake here is that there's only one back room.
That means that Temptress and Supergirl will be in the room together.
The two of them will have to deal with two old, fat men.
If the old fat men are sane there'll almost certainly be an armed guard, however, maybe not and probably only one armed guard if there's one at all.
The old, fat men won't want to be observed in action by young studs.
I have to believe that Temptress and Supergirl can handle one guard.
It's a matter of life and death.
The life and death of Temptress, Supergirl and me.
Hernandez men tell us to dance.
We first go back into a restroom and do our make up.
I then start the dancing, in front of the guards.
I don’t give them a lot of fancy moves.
I do give them a lot of jiggling tits and wide open pussy.
The guards don’t know much about the art of dancing, but they know what they like!
When I finish my first set, I'm told to go the back room.
There's a guard waiting for me.
He's wearing just a condom.
He tells me something in Spanish and gestures toward the bed.
I don’t understand what he said, but the meaning is clear.
I take my time removing my French bra.
The guy doesn’t like waiting, but he does like the view.
I then sit down on the bed and slowly remove my nylons, making damn sure that guard boy gets a lot of views of my pussy.
I also rub myself to get my pussy nice and wet!
I think maybe he's going to come right there, but he does manage to hold off.
I kick off my shoes and lie back on the bed and guard boy joins me and mounts me roughly.
He jams his cock hard into me.
It's not too romantic, but after working at The Pussycat Lounge, I'm able to deal with it.
The guard apparently thinks he's entered in the Mexican grand prix race and he pumps me at 100 miles per hour.
I bring racer boy off in seconds and he pumps his cum into his condom and then rolls off me.
As soon as he's off me, another guard replaces him.
For the second time, I'm mounted roughly.
I complain, but the second guard just starts to rape me.
He takes it a bit slower and I let him have a reasonable ride before I bring him off with my internal muscles.
He pumps his cum in his condom and rolls off me.
He then grabs me and starts to yell at me in Spanish.
Another, older guard then yells at rape boy and rape boy finally lets go and gets up.
I stagger up, faking a lot more damage than I really suffered.
I tell off the guards in English, but they just laugh at me and I don’t even know if they understand.
I put on my shoes and then stalk off to the restroom.
I take my time, until a guard knocks on the door.
I exit the restroom to see Supergirl being escorted down the hall by another guard.
The guard tries to grab my arm, but I evade him and start to tell him what I think of guards in general and him in particular.
The guard shakes his head and gestures ‘this way’ with an elaborate movement intend to convey the plight of a poor man forced to deal with an unreasonable woman.
I go back to the stage and start to dance.
This time there are older men in the audience and only one armed guard.
The men don't respond at all and I tell them, “I know you're cheap bastards, are you mute as well?”
The men laugh and I know that I have sold them on the idea that I'm nothing but a whore who only wants money.
I dance better this time, but still make damn sure that they get lots of views of my tits and pussy.
The older men actually seem to watch my dance as well as my tits and pussy.
I end the show by opening my pussy lips wide and telling the audience that, “This is a money hole, not a frijole!”
The audience breaks up.
However, I'm still escorted to the back room for another rape.
This time, the man awaiting me is an older, fatter guy.
He tells me, in English, that he very much enjoyed my dancing.
He's still a bit limp and I give him a good view of my tits as I take off my French bra.
Once I get the French bra off, I jiggle my tits a little bit just to show how good it feels to be free.
The guy gets harder.
I then sit in a chair and remove my nylons, giving the man a very good view of my open pussy.
The guy is now up so hard he's supporting his erection in his hand.
I kick off my shoes and get on a bed.
The man joins me and wants a taste of my tit before he fucks me.
It's important that I not waste any time and I get my hand on his cock and start to work it a bit.
He's afraid of coming before he gets a chance to try my pussy, so he mounts me right away.
He begins to stroke slowly and I want him off quickly.
I try to move and wiggle under him, but he's too heavy.
So, I encourage him with moans and dirty talk and then I use my internal muscles.
He grunts and shoots his cum over several final strokes.
He then, very slowly, rolls off me.
Since there's no sign of Temptress, I cuddle to him a bit and tell him what a stud he was and that I hope he chooses me again.
He tells me that I make him young again.
As Temptress arrives, I get up, put my shoes back on and go into the restroom.
I get cleaned up as fast as I can and then go back to the room with the stage.
Supergirl is dancing and, as it turns out, her second record is just finishing.
I dance out on the stage with her and whisper, “Back room, this is it!”
Supergirl leaves and I dance the third song alone.
I give them a dancing exhibition and a teasing exhibition.
I show them plenty of tits and pussy, but I also cover up from time to time.
Every eye in the place is on me.
That works well when Supergirl and Temptress burst into the room.
Supergirl has a rifle and she shoots the armed guard and then every man in the room.
Temptress has a pistol and she tosses it to me and then grabs the rifle carried by the guard that Temptress shot.
We're three hot looking babes, wearing just French bras, garter belts, nylons and stiletto heels.
If a male guard spots us, he'll hesitate for a second before he even thinks of shooting.
If he hesitates for even a fraction of a second, Supergirl will shoot him dead.
We run down a hall.
I notice that Temptress carries not only a rifle, but also a make up case.
The make up case has a built in laptop computer and Temptress obviously has a plan.
Supergirl encounters three guards, one at a time, and shoots them down, one at a time.
There's a fourth guard who has taken shelter behind a large potted plant.
Supergirl misses him and I shoot him before he can shoot us.
I'm surprised a how easily I take a life when it's him or me.
I think that it's no big deal.
I'm later to be proved wrong.
We arrive at a plain, locked door.
Temptress stands guard while Supergirl uses a jar of 'beauty crème' to blast the door off its hinges and we go in.
(A little more thorough inspection might have caught the fake beauty crème.
However, the guards assumed that we're just whores and why bother.)
The door opens to a computer room and, apparently, it's the room that controls the castle defences.
Supergirl and I then guard the doorway while Temptress hooks up her computer to the castle defence system.
I'm about to barf when Supergirl asks what is the matter?
I tell her, “I just killed a man and I don’t think I can cope.”
Supergirl tells me, “Just imagine that he was a customer who just stiffed you on your tip.”
I begin to laugh uncontrollably.
The joke isn't that funny, but all of the fear and tension caused by my shooting the guard comes out in laughter.
I'm useless during the laughing, well maybe not totally useless.
My laughter does stop a couple of guards who wait to see what I'm laughing about.
Delay is our friend here.
Suddenly, Temptress is with us.
She says that she's disabled the castle computer system and it's now sending a signal to the SEAL Team guys.
She then says that we now have to hold the guards off until help arrives.
We just have to hope that the SEAL Team guys are quick.
I'm not going to be much use defending the door.
So, what I do is back into the room and get on an imaginary telephone to the SEAL Teams guys.
I tell the imaginary telephone that I understand that they have captured Hernandez’ daughter.
I understand that they're sweeping the corridors and killing anything armed.
To my total surprise, it works!
The Mexicans begin to talk to one another.
I suppose that some of them speak enough English to translate for the rest.
My little ruse won't work for very long.
However, the SEAL Teams guys don't need very long.
Suddenly the corridor outside is full of flying bullets and I run to the door and call for them to, “Knock it off, there are ladies in here!”
The message tells the SEAL Teams guys, by the female voice, that we're indeed ladies and don't shoot the ladies.
In short order the SEAL Team guys arrive.
They move further down the corridor.
Two SEAL Teams guys stay with us ladies until they get some sort of message from the communicators they carry.
Then they escort us along corridors until we arrive at a small helicopter landing area.
There's a large, unmarked helicopter waiting there.
We get in and we're soon joined by five SEALs.
The last guy in yells something to the pilot and we're off.
We're three nude ladies sitting in a helicopter with five horny, armed guys.
Supergirl eyes the crew and calmly tells them, “If any one of you bozos even thinks about trying anything, I'll shoot you down like the dog you are.”
The SEAL Teams guys are trained to deal with armed and dangerous people, so it works.
We fly for quite a while and then we land somewhere.
The somewhere proves to be a small airport, apparently in the middle of nowhere.
We get out of the helicopter and walk into a tall building.
It's a hanger, but there's some sort of office in one corner.
We go into the office.
There are a half-dozen males, maybe FBI, in the office.
I walk up to the guy who might be the leader.
I ask him sweetly, “Do you think you might be able to get us coats or something to cover us?”
I then turn back to Temptress and Supergirl.
I sneer, “Don’t worry about being nude in front of there guys.
These wimps have no idea what all the female parts are for or how to use them.”
The wimp I'm talking to and about snaps an order to one of his boys.
The guy runs out of the office.
Temptress, Supergirl and I wander about the office fancy nude.
We comment about the need for curtains and some sort of wall decoration.
We behave as if the clothed males are the ones who are out of place.
Not only does it work, the wimps are looking away so as not to embarrass us.
After a bit, the lackey returns with blankets.
Temptress, Supergirl and I put on the blankets.
We're standing there thinking that this has to be a fashion mistake when the head man asks if we need anything else?
I walk up to him and get in his face.
I tell him, “Princess Hot Pussy wantum scotch, straight up.”
I'll be damned!
In another few minutes, a lackey comes in with a bottle of quality scotch and three plastic airlines glasses.
He pours us each a generous portion.
OK, there's no ice for the drinks; however, we nude dancer ladies are used to hardship.
We three ladies each take a glass and look at each other.
I propose a toast.
I say, “To pussy power!”
We click the glasses and take a sip.