The adventures of Buttman and Cuntwoman

“Lezwoman here, I’ll be there lickety-split!” she calls out boldly.

“Clit Cat here, I’ll be there to rub them out!” she calls out bravely.

We pull up to the old ornate Bank of Fuckville, noting that neither the police or FBI are here yet. Not surprising, we were only blocks away, and there are two donut shops nearby. With their big gas guzzler Tonka Truck Humvees, they probably had to stop for gas too. The perps will be long gone by then.

We line up in front of the bank, Cuntwoman with me, Clit Cat and Lezwoman at the other entrance. “1….2…..3….Go!” We enter the bank, removing our hats and sunglasses, placing them on the rack provided.

The delay gives our old Nemesis, Overtight Ass a crucial advantage. She and her gang of Prude Asses have the drop on us. They have dildo orgasm time dilation guns trained directly on each one of us. If you have orgasmed in the past month, time only runs at 10% for five minutes. If you have orgasmed in the past week, it runs at 5% for ten minutes. If you have orgasmed in the past day, time only runs at 1% for an hour. It was their preferred weapon of choice, because it smote the fornicators most mightily.