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The plain cardboard box was an unexpected delivery to their fifth-floor apartment, and it wasn’t even addressed to Gina or Charlotte, but it had the right address, and the courier insisted that it was for them. So they took it.
“God, did you see the way that courier was *staring* at us?” said Gina, as she took the package to their kitchen table. “It was gross. We’re *lesbians*.”
Her girlfriend Charlotte laughed. “He doesn’t know that, Gina. And besides, look at what you’re wearing.”
What Gina was wearing was a loose T-shirt that hung off her large tits and barely covered her pussy. Combined with her long red hair, it made her an erotic vision.
“It’s none of his business what I’m wearing,” said Gina. “Fuck, men are gross.”
She used a kitchen knife to open the box.
Inside was a single rolled-up poster. Gina took it out, unrolled it, and immediately made a face.
“Ewww,” she said.
Charlotte understood completely. The poster depicted two kneeling, naked women with large breasts. They were leaning forward to kiss each other – but between their lips was a man’s exposed cock.
There was text on the poster, which read:
DRINK LIKE A SLUT.
STRIP LIKE A SLUT.
SWALLOW CUM LIKE A SLUT.
BE HELPLESS LIKE A SLUT.
PLEASE MEN LIKE A SLUT.
BE STUPID LIKE A SLUT.
BREED LIKE A SLUT.
IT’S NOT YOUR CHOICE.
The text was in a shiny metallic material. The kitchen lights reflected off it strangely, making Charlotte blink, and blink again.
“Who would send us this?” asked Gina.
“They didn’t,” said Charlotte. “It’s addressed to” – she consulted the box – “Good Little Fuckdolls. Which I guess is a company.”
“But it’s *our* address,” said Gina. “It’s disgusting. Throw it in the bin.”
For some reason, Charlotte didn’t want to touch it. It was hard to look at, the way the light played on the metallic letters, but she also found it hard to look away.
“No,” she said. “You do it. I don’t want to go near it.”
Gina was staring at the letters too. “It’s so misogynistic,” she said. “Whoever made this should be in jail.”
But she wasn’t moving to dispose of it either.
Neither of them said anything. They stared at the poster.
After a while, Charlotte shook herself. She looked at the clock, and with amazement, she saw that a full hour had passed.
“Fuck,” she said. “Gina – I just kind of zoned out there.”
Gina blinked and looked up from the poster. “Me too,” she said. “Wow. We must be more tired than we thought. We’re supposed to be at the gym.”
They pulled themselves away from the poster in a hurry, and went to get changed
They normally went to ladies’ hour at the gym – no men allowed – but zoning off in front of the poster meant they had missed it, and they had to put up with sharing the exercise equipment with a group of men.
Charlotte felt them staring at her. She knew she looked good in her tight Lycra – her large tits bulging, her buttocks clearly outlined. She knew that these men were fantasising about fucking her – maybe even raping her.
Normally it would make her feel gross, and dirty. Normally she hated it.
Today… it didn’t feel so bad. Let them look. Let them fantasise. They would never be able to touch her. It was funny – like she was teasing them. They deserved to be frustrated.
And Gina seemed to feel the same. She seemed to have chosen her equipment today specifically to give the men a better view, and made no comment as they openly ogled her tits as she worked the butterfly press.
And for some reason, Charlotte couldn’t stop thinking about that damned poster. The girls in it were *pretty*. She would happily date – or fuck – either one of them, if she weren’t already in a committed relationship with Gina. It would be kind of hot porn – if the girls didn’t have a guy’s dick in between them. It turned their lesbian lust into… objectified servitude to a man, like their entire sexuality only existed to serve his cock.
Gina was right. It was misogynistic. It was gross.
She wanted to look at it again, just to prove to herself how gross it was.
When they got home, Gina went straight to the poster, took it into their bedroom, and hung it on the wall opposite their bed. Then, without discussing, they stripped, and began urgently finger-fucking each other on the bed. As they pleasured each other’s pussies, their eyes were fixed on the poster, and on its words. They seemed to shine even better in the bedroom’s overhead light.
DRINK LIKE A SLUT.
STRIP LIKE A SLUT.
SWALLOW CUM LIKE A SLUT.
BE HELPLESS LIKE A SLUT.
PLEASE MEN LIKE A SLUT.
BE STUPID LIKE A SLUT.
BREED LIKE A SLUT.
IT’S NOT YOUR CHOICE.
They fucked for nearly two hours, staring at the poster, and when they orgasmed – which they did, many times – they were some of the best orgasms that Charlotte had ever experienced.
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The next day at work Charlotte spent all day thinking about the poster. It was so gross that it was basically art. They had it in their bedroom – what? Ironically? That was right. It was *funny*. It was a *satire* of misogyny.
She thought about what it would really be like to kiss Gina around a man’s cock.
She had a good day at work. Everyone was especially nice to her, and paid her lots of attention – especially the men.
It was only in the late afternoon that Charlotte realised that at some stage she had unbuttoned the top four buttons on her blouse – all the way down to the underwire of her bra – and she had been showing pretty much her entire cleavage all day.
No wonder the men had been paying attention to her. Gross.
On the way home, she stopped at a bottle shop and bought an entire case of champagne bottles. Then she stopped at a supermarket and bought a package of hot dogs.
When she got home, she discovered to her delight that Gina had done the same thing. Both girls also had the same reaction to reaching their apartment – which was to immediately strip nude. It just felt better to be naked.
As Charlotte put the hot dogs on to boil, Gina went to the curtains that led out onto the balcony, and pulled them open.
“What are you doing?” asked Charlotte.
“There’s a man on the balcony in the building across the street,” said Gina.
Charlotte felt an instant urge to cover her tits – but she was busy pouring champagne into a glass, and her hands weren’t free, and then after a moment the feeling passed.
“Can he see us?” asked Charlotte.
“Maybe, if I do this,” said Gina – and she pulled the curtains wide open, exposing the entire room to the outside.
“Gina!” gasped Charlotte – but at the same time, she felt her pussy tingle.
“It’s funny,” said Gina. “We can tease him, and he can’t do anything. Come over here.”
Charlotte followed Gina to stand by the balcony window. She passed Gina a drink, and they both sipped champagne.
Then Gina stepped out onto the balcony, and, without thinking, Charlotte followed.
They were both nude, outdoors. And there was a man across the street – maybe 30 metres, and the same height as them – and he was *definitely* watching them.
It felt good. It felt funny. It was a prank they were playing on the man.
Gina kissed Charlotte, and her mouth was full of champagne, and they swished it around in their mouths using their tongues before Charlotte finally swallowed it. Then they kissed again, and again, and Gina’s hand went to Charlotte’s pussy and began to play with it, and then Charlotte pushed Gina onto the balcony table – high enough to be wholly visible above the balcony railing – and spread her legs so that Charlotte could lick her pussy.
After a while, Charlotte went to get the hot dogs, and found that it was oddly erotic to hold one between her lips and Gina’s as she kissed Gina – to explore the hot dog with her tongue, to run her lips over it.
It also felt good to push a hot dog up her pussy, or up Gina’s, or into Gina’s ass, and to kiss them afterwards, tasting cunt or ass on them, or even to push them in and out of her mouth…
… as if she were sucking a cock.
It was satire. It was teasing.
At some point Charlotte looked across at the man watching them – and saw that he had his cock out, and was jacking off.
And that was the point that she orgasmed.
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The next morning, they couldn’t believe what they had done. They had fucked – in an unbelievably slutty manner – while a man was watching. What if he had taken photos? What if he had shared them on the internet?
But then their eyes fell on the poster, and all their worries faded away. It was such a *pretty* picture. They might have had an image of a beach, or a green field, or a mountaintop on their wall, and it would have inspired feelings of peace and calmness, but the image of the two naked sluts serving a cock brought greater serenity still. It was a source of reassurance.
They stared at it far too long, and were both late for work.
On the way to work, Charlotte remembered how nice everyone had been to her yesterday – and, after a moment, she deliberately unbuttoned her blouse down to her bra again.
Then, when she got to the office, she took scissors, and cut an entire inch off the hem of her skirt.
People *were* nice to her – and particularly the men – and it made her want to be nice in return. Even though she was an executive, and technically in charge of a team, she found herself on several occasions offering to make coffee for her male co-workers, and then standing there as they drank it to make sure that she had pleased them.
She also found herself asking for help more often. When something was even remotely difficult, a part of her brain immediately told her that she couldn’t do what she was trying without help, and she found herself calling a man for help. It was okay, though, because the men always seemed so *pleased* to help her – particularly if she arched her back to give them a better view of her bosom – that it was a genuinely enjoyable experience for everyone. Soon she found herself deliberately asking for help even when she *could* do things, just to have that positive feedback.
At lunch she bought herself some cucumbers, some carrot, and a small selection of sauces – mayonnaise, because it was white, and fish sauce and soy sauce because they were salty.
In the privacy of her office, with the door closed, she experimented with first pushing the vegetables into her pussy, and then dipping them in sauce, before fucking them in and out of her mouth. Which sauce tasted most like cum, she wondered?
It was funny. She was doing this ironically, as satire.
But still the taste of her pussy juices mixed with a salty, sticky sauce made something inside her moan with happiness.
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When Charlotte and Gina got home, they ran to the balcony and – to their delight – their neighbour was there, already watching.
They needed no further encouragement. They stripped naked, popped a bottle of champagne, and started drinking and fucking while he watched.
They were just teasing, after all. They were being mean to a stupid gross man, by showing him something he could never actually touch. They were in control.
And when Charlotte saw that the man had taken out his phone and was filming them, she turned Gine around on the table and spread Gina’s legs to give the man a better view of Gina’s wet, needy cunt.
Just to show how much she was in control. Just to tease him.
She hope he thought Gina’s cunt was prettier.
But she desperately wanted him to think that her own was prettier.
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