0 comments/ 5973 views/ 1 favorites Tamsan, Miki and the Chicken Farmer By: Spectre17 I'd like to thank my new best friend for help with this story. ***** "Another beer, Blake?" Phil, the BonSant Feed Company Rep', didn't wait for Blake to answer. He waived at the sexy waitress and she delivered two more beers. They were sitting so close to the stage, they were almost a part of the show. "Gentlemen, we have a special treat for you tonight. So please, rise to attention and give it up for the Village People." The MC's last words of encouragement were drowned out as 'YMCA' blasted through the stereo. Out came the 5 Village People. The 'Indian' looked like a real Native American, a deep tan colour and plaited glossy hair, perky tits strapped into a chamois bikini. Her fringed tribal boots had 5 inch heels. Blue feathers dangled from her ears. Three more blue feathers protruded from a leather headband. She paraded, stage front. "Young man, there's no need to feel down. I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground. I said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town." The chamois bra landed on Blake's table. Blake screamed with plenty of zeal, "Pocahontas, I'm gunna marry you!" "Body, wanna feel my body, body, baby, such a thrill, my body Body, wanna touch my body." The Indian squaw was hot but the next girl on the stage was a goddess. So shiny black, with Police Issued shorts clambering up her arse. Pointy white boots and aviator sunglasses. The ultraviolet strobe made her shorts glow and her black skin disappeared in the purple, white light. Her costume gyrated and her hands slapped playfully at her butt. Handcuffs danced on the rhinestone Sam Browne belt. Stars like Sherriff's badges, sparkled on her jet black breasts. Blake screamed, "Arrest me baby, I've been a bad boy!" The sales rep, laughed. The laugh wasn't genuine, it just acknowledged Blake's enthusiasm. Blake woke feeling like shit. It had been a big day. Meetings. More Meetings. Dinner, the casino and the Strip Club. Blake had lost about ten grand on the tables. His lucky number was 13, it didn't come up once. Who cares, the feed company had agreed to back him. They'd put up the money for the second, and perhaps a third farm, if he continued to use BonSant products exclusively. Blake didn't feel bad about the 'lock in' contract, he'd need the feed anyway, 50, 000 more chickens would need a lot of feed. Blake trusted the BonSant team, on paper the deal looked great. All being well, he and Angie could manage another interest free loan, that is, if the price of chicken meat didn't fall any lower. Anyway, he'd have to trust the Marketing guy, Phil had sent the hookers to his suite. Blake climbed into his Jet Ranger III, flying this baby down to Vegas had been fun. The chopper was his pride and joy. It was worth the best part of $800,000, all financed through BonSant. Vegas had been a blast, strippers, hookers, roulette, and blackjack. Now it was time to get back to the farm, he and Angie had work to do - screwing the neighbours. -o0o- Tamsan slammed the hood of the gray Prius, "Goddamn rental..." she mumbled before kicking the desert dirt, sending up clouds of red dust. She looked down the empty highway, then sighed and shook her head, knowing full well not many traveled on this 'shortcut.' She climbed back into the car, pushed the hazards on, and reclined back in her seat. Nothing to do but wait. She glanced to the backseat and eyed her duffle bag, packed to the rim, with a broken zipper. Funny, the one thing she took into her relationship with Eric was the only thing she managed to grab on her way out. Hell, after ten years and all I have to show for it is the same broken bag. She watched the white sun climb higher into the afternoon sky. Two black hawks caught her eye as she leaned in closer to her windshield. She watched them, envying their freedom, with their wings spread wide, gliding effortlessly overhead, in a circle, before diving down. She tried her phone again. Still nothing, no bars, no signals, no cell towers for miles. She slapped the steering wheel in frustration, Aunt Sue would be worried. A red V'dub Beetle, pulled over onto the shoulder and stopped behind the dead Prius. A young Asian girl climbed out of the car. "Excuse me, are you okay?" Tamsan rolled down her window, "Hi, yes, yes, I am fine," she said with a slight smile. "However, it seems the Prius is not so well." Tamsan opened the door and stepped out. "My phone does not have a signal..." she said sheepishly, as she glanced down. "I am really grateful that you stopped. I hate to ask, but could you drive me up a ways? I think there is a town..." Tamsan, kicked at the dirt and bit her lip before looking up to gage Miki's expression. "Sure, I can take you, hop in," Miki said, smiling. "Grab your bags," she added over her shoulder as she walked toward her car." "Thank you," Tamsan said as she grabbed her bag, "I honestly cannot thank you enough." She locked the vehicle and followed Miki to her red Volkswagen. "Wow, I cannot tell you how grateful I am!" Tamsan gushed as Miki started the engine. "I thought I'd be stuck out here forever." "It's nothing really. You looked so forlorn, stranded in a Prius. By the way, I'm Miki." She tossed a sideways smile to Tamsan as she pulled onto the road, heading west. "Really nice to meet you, Miki, I'm Tamsan, but my friends call me Tam." "So, where are you heading to, Tam?" Miki asked. "To the San Joaquin Valley. My aunt has a small farm, I thought I would stay with her for a while..." Tamsan trailed off and looked out the window, deciding not to add that she had nowhere else to go. "But you don't have to drive me all the way to San Joaquin, just to the nearest town. I wouldn't want to ask you to drive me so far." "It's no trouble," Miki said. "Besides, I am on my way back to UC Berkeley." "No way!" Tamsan shrieked. "Berkeley. That's just too weird. I was at Berkeley, what's your major?" Miki looked at her as though Tam, was from another planet. "I'm not a student, I'm an Associate Professor, Political Science." "This is getting weirder by the second. I have lots of friends still at Berkeley, in Political Science." Tamsan rattled off a few names. Miki and Tam gossiped about University life, Miki told Tam a few stories about some of Tam's old lecturers, not much had changed at Berkeley. "Miki, I still can't get a signal on my phone, can we make a stop? I probably should tell the rental company that the Prius is dead? Would you like coffee, a drink or something to eat?" Tam liked this spunky associate professor, she was fun, chatty and she drove a stick shift like a pro. "OK. I know a place, it doesn't look the best, but it's good." Miki turned up the Bug's archaic radio. Katrina and the Waves. Tam couldn't help herself, she had to join in. " Mm, yeah I used to think maybe you loved me, now, baby, I'm sure And I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door Now every time I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down 'Cause I just can't wait till you write me you're coming around Now I'm walking on sunshine, whoa..." Miki, looked at Tam. "You really are an awful singer." Tam laughed, she wasn't offended at all. It was true she was an awful singer. As the evening sun burned orange and began to dip into the Pacific, Miki pulled into a greasy-spoon diner on the outskirts of Los Angeles. "I hope this is okay, this place has amazing omelets and steak fries," Miki said, cheerfully, grabbing her oversized purse. "Hang on Miki, I have a signal." Miki caught the end of Tamsan's conversation, "...well that's just dandy, you can't get me another car until tomorrow. Great, what am I supposed to do? Bed down in the back of a Prius? What! You will pay for one night's accommodation and dinner? Thank you, that is generous." A happy Tamsan looked at the run-down building with the burned out letters. Instead of blinking "Mel's Eatery" in neon pink, it flashed and stuttered, "Me ' Eatery." Tamsan could not help but feel this was some type of omen. Tonight she promised to enjoy herself, a free bed and a dinner with an Associate Professor. Tonight she will eat meat, something she had given up long ago, one of the sacrifices she'd made to have Eric's love. Miki was already standing on the sidewalk under the buzzing sign, smiling as she held the door, ushering Tamsan inside. Tam said, "Good news. The rental company will pay for a hotel, and I get a new car in the morning." The tall blond and the tiny Asian, stood together, side by side in front of the hostess podium. The smoky smell of bacon enveloped them as they waited to be seated. Miki spoke excitedly about the menu and how long this shambles of a restaurant had been in business. Finally, the hostess escorted them to a booth in a forgotten corner. "I am starving," Miki said, taking a menu and sliding across from Tamsan. "I already know I am going to have the blueberry pancakes. I know you wouldn't think so, but this place uses only fresh produce from local farms and orchards. They only use cage-free chickens too." Tamsan looked up from her menu, she glanced around the small place, noting the tattered, discolored walls and chipped paint, the dirty windows and the torn plastic that covered the red booth seats. "I am sorry Miki, did I hear you right? This place buys fresh produce? Supports local farms?" "Yes, that's right. I have been coming here for years. The owners, Mel and Gina, are real sweet, always doing what they can for the community." The hostess appeared with two large ice waters and straws. "Your waitress will be by soon," she said with a smile before turning away to return to her podium. "Miki, I need to find a motel or a hotel, do you know anywhere that's good? It can be a bit special, as the rental company are paying." "I know just the place. It's in West Hollywood, The London. It's small, safe and clean. Perfect for a girl on her own." A girl on her own. Yes, Tamsan was now a girl on her own. No boyfriend, no partner, no lover, nothing. A daunting future for a girl in her 30's. No romantic dinners, no quiet nights in front of the fire, no snuggling up... "Earth to Tam, Earth to Tam. Hello there, anybody home?" Miki snapped her fingers in Tamsan's face. "Sorry Miki, I was a million miles away." Miki unwrapped her straw, she looked at Tam as she took a large drink. "Are you girls ready?" the throaty voice of a smoker interrupted. "Yes, I'll have the blueberry pancakes with a coffee, and Tamsan, what would you like?" Miki smiled tenderly as her dark eyes sparkled. "I'll have the burger," Tamsan said triumphantly as she handed her menu back to the waitress. "Thanks," she added as the older woman walked away. "So Tam, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this? Where's your husband, your life partner, your best friend, your cat? You look as though you have a story to tell?" "I don't have a cat, I had a man. My life was pretty well planned out, but then..." Tam drifted off, lost in her troubles. She thought about life with Eric again. Bugger that, Bugger him! It's time that the old Tamsan pulled her head from the sand, she was no longer Eric's possession; he was history. " "Do you want to talk about it? You want to have some girl only time?" "Girl Only Time!" Tam's face lit up as she shrieked with delight. "Eric and I were far too sophisticated for any Girl Only Time. We were mature and proactive and respectful." Tamsan proclaimed as she straightened her back trying to be pompous and dignified. "Who is Eric?" Miki asked. "Eric was my lover, my mentor and my personal guide. He helped me find myself. " Tam proclaimed. "So where is this wonderful guru?" "I have no idea. He's a cheating, lying, prick and we won't see him again." Tam stopped, not allowing herself to be dragged back into an Eric funk. She wasn't going back to him, time to move on...Tamsan, Mistress of the Universe - To infinity and beyond. Tam looked at Miki, with a sly, almost mischievous, grin suggested, "Miki, let's get a proper drink. Let's get girly trashed. Let's have some fun." "Not a great idea Tam, you have a free bed, me I have to drive." "Not tonight you don't, you're not driving anywhere. You are staying with me!" A confident and Impulsive Tamsan dictated. Miki was a lot more fun than Eric or any of his friends, besides Tam didn't really want to spend her first night on her own, alone. Miki, without a second to hesitate, called the waitress over. "Can I cancel the pancakes and have the burger as well? And, we want two big Long Island Iced Teas, my new best buddy is paying and I think you can keep them coming until one of us falls over." Miki squeezed Tam's hand and gave her a sly wink. Tonight would be fun. "Kanpai!" Miki shouted and the girls enthusiastically banged their drinks together. Tamsan could not help but stare at Miki. Her jet black hair, pulled into a loose ponytail, her brown almond-shaped eyes, her flawless skin and those rosy pink lips. Miki was a good listener, she didn't ask dumb questions, or talk about herself, or judge Tam in any way. Tam told Miki all about her life with Eric. She told her about the literature and poetry Eric read to her. She told her how they were going to change the world together. About their endless discussions on the evils of big business. In hindsight, their life was fairly dull. They didn't do much at all, anyway that was in her past, and Eric was history. "So Tam, he must have been hung like a circus pony, cos' he sounds like a real jerk." "Miki you are wicked. I haven't..." Tam was interrupted. Two more long island iced teas arrived along with their meals." This time both girls shouted "Kanpai!" before each took a big slug. Tam watched with amusement as Miki stuffed the burger into her mouth and sucked at the alcoholic iced tea. This place may look terrible but the food and drinks were excellent. The burgers were bursting - bacon, onion, fresh tomato, peppers and cheese that tasted like, cheese. Miki had barbeque sauce and mayonnaise everywhere. Tam laughed at how silly and gorgeous Miki looked. Cute and Japanese, with an American burger smeared across her face. "What?" Miki asked as she shoveled in a handful of fries. "For someone so cute, you eat like horse, you've got sauce on your cheek." Tamsan reached across the table and gingerly dabbed at Miki's mess. Miki snapped at one of Tam's fingers. "Careful, or I'll eat you too." Tamsan could not help but gaze at Miki. As she continued to eat, she fought the urge to reach out and touch her again. She couldn't remember feeling a connection like this before, a calling, an electric buzz. Something about Miki beckoned to her, like a roaring fire on a cold day. Tam wanted to be close to Miki, she wondered how it would feel to have Miki's lips on her own, to have Miki's delicate hands in her hair, exploring her body... Tamsan, Mistress of the Universe, isn't a dreamer, she's a doer... "Miki, can ask you something personal? Have you ever been with a woman before?" "Buy me another drink and I might answer that," Miki cheekily replied. -o0o- Wobbly and giggling, a bit drunk and very excited, the two girls found the London West Hollywood and checked in. It was now very late and the sophisticated foyer was deserted. With straight faces and serious expressions, they negotiated scrutiny of the concierge and headed towards the bank of lifts. "I think that it's really neat that you went into teaching, I thought about that...about returning to Berkeley ..." Tam stared ahead focusing on their reflections in the gold doors of the hotel lift. She watched as Miki scooted very close. "Do you like the Political Science Programme?" Tam questioned as she pressed the button for her floor. "Tamsan, stop talking nonsense and kiss me." Miki reached out and embraced an anxious Tamsan. Miki kissed her, it was a gentle kiss, a tentative and sweet kiss. Miki ran her fingers through Tam's hair, stroking the back of her head and twirling the blonde ponytail through her fingers. Tamsan wanted this kiss to last forever, she tasted iced tea and alcohol and oranges and heaven. She hugged and squeezed with elation, they were together. She couldn't believe that she had found this willing friend. As the lift ascended, so did their need. They grabbed at each other in an urgent, possessive embrace. Their kissing was no longer tender, it was lip crushing, bursting with urgency and desire. The two girls fumbled with the magnetic key. Neither wanting to let go, fearful that the other might disappear in a puff of smoke. Tam focused on the door and jabbed at the lock, the door swung open and banged against the wall. They stumbled into the room with Miki reaching under Tam's shirt. "Tam, we..." Miki tried to talk. She was silenced with an eager tongue exploring her mouth and hands clawing at her clothes. Tam, like a fledgling learning to fly, was all arms and legs flapping madly. Tam grabbed at Miki's top and wrenched it over her head, exposing Miki's breasts. Tam dived for Miki's nipples, sucking and pawing at the same time, she didn't know where to begin. Miki unbuttoned Tam's jeans and struggled to work them from her hips. Tam, eager to shed her clothes, helped as best she could. In a tangle of denim and haste, Tamsan tripped and crashed to the floor. No harm done. Tam laughed as Miki peeled her free. Eventually the two girls wrestled to the bed, both fighting for ascendency, neither willing to submit. Decorator cushions and complimentary chocolates were discarded as they furiously explored their new partner. A blur of hands and thighs, breasts and mouths, probed and squeezed and kissed whatever they touched. Tam, the stronger of the two, conquered Miki, forcing her onto her back. Tam kissed Miki's neck, and her ears, she sucked at a delicate earlobe. She tasted the back of a stud, sharp and foreign. She went for Miki's nipples again. They were the size of small coins, hard and brown. She licked at one nipple then nibbled on the other. Tamsan rolled Miki over and onto her chest. She kissed Miki between her shoulder blades then trailed down and kissed the small of her back. She slid her tongue the length of her spine, from her bum to the base of her neck. Tamsan squashed her breasts into Miki's back, savoring the heat their two bodies generated. She went down for another long lick, leaving a trail of saliva. Miki sighed and wormed, Tam bit down on her flesh. A love bite to the neck, Miki was branded. Tamsan had no plan, just fervor and lust, she deftly pulled Miki's briefs up her bum, exposing two cute white cheeks. Miki gasped, Tam gnawed and nipped, Miki was hers. Tam squeezed and swatted at Miki's butt, adding a splattering of red to an arse decorated with bites. Miki groaned and flinched, she lifted her heel, pressing into Tam's groin. Tam pushed back, grinding her pelvis, riding Miki's foot. Tam buried her face in Miki's bum, her nose pushing into the damp gusset. Miki raised her hips and Tam removed the pesky briefs. She bent forward and dove into Miki's pussy. She tasted, tequila and sweat, heat and woman. She rushed with her tongue, poking as far as she could go. She found the base of Miki's clit, she scraped and flicked, her efforts rewarded. Miki pushed back and Tam prospected with gusto. Tam had no finesse and little craft, she just powered into Miki's clit and Miki shoved back. Miki yelped. Miki squirmed. Miki buried her face in a pillow and slapped at the bed, her orgasm banged and echoed through her body, like a hammer hitting rock. Tamsan, 'Mistress of the Universe' watched, as Miki her trusty sidekick, shuddered and crumbled with joy. Recovering in a tangle of legs and sheets, Tam gave Miki a tender squeeze. Miki was everything Eric wasn't. Miki was soft and tender and passionate and responsive. Tam couldn't remember sex like that with Eric, he was always in control, always on top. She knew when he wanted to make love, because he would ask if she was awake, before he climbed on - his missionary only delivery efficient, but lacking. It didn't take long for her to understand that his passion both began and ended in a protest line. Whatever the social issue, he was on the losing side...even in their relationship, even in bed he was a loser. Tamsan, Miki and the Chicken Farmer Tam held Miki tightly against her, she inhaled Miki's scent, Oleander shampoo and a hint of the day's perfume. She smoothed Miki's glossy, black hair and caressed her breast, playfully, twisting her nipple into a stiff brown peak. Miki lifted her head from Tam's chest and smiled. Her dark eyes gleamed with mischief as she leaned forward, her tongue tracing the pink outline of Tam's bottom lip. Miki searched in Tam's mouth, she found Tam's tongue - she tasted her own juices. With a gentle scrape of a nail, she teased at Tam's breasts, enjoying their generous shape, so much fuller than her own. She moved her hand down, over Tam's firm abdomen to her damp pubic hair. She combed through, in search of Tam's slippery furrow. Miki bit down on Tam's bottom lip as she glided her fingers inside, making Tam groan and grind against her small hard palm. As Miki's mouth brushed against Tam's tongue and lips, her fingers stroked and massaged, in and out, generating a froth of molten heat that coated Tam's mound and made her hips rock. "Oh, Miki," she whispered. Her pussy began to spasm and threatened to devour her friend's dainty fingers. With a torrent of yelps, Tam clamped her thighs, as pounding waves rolled over her again and again. Miki glided her sticky fingers around Tam's lips and into her mouth, then she kissed her, hard. -o0o- Tam handed Miki a bottle of water and two paracetamol's. She stood beside the bed, naked and proud, thirsty and hung-over. She roused her dozing lover with a kiss and a plan. "Miki, why don't you come with me to Sue's? We can do girly stuff on the farm together; drench sheep, shovel manure, cut hay, punch cows. What do you say? Anyway you can't say no. I'm not letting you out of my sight." Tam squeezed Miki, a firm brotherly, bear hug. "That'd be fun, I think... I'm not sure about punching cows, I've never punched anything. I can spare a week, then I must get to Berkeley." "So it's all settled, a road trip to Aunt Sue's." Let's get out of this bed and get moving." Miki and Tam fought for the first shower. It was fortunate that the bathrooms at the London West Hollywood were stupendous, as neither Tam nor Miki would concede. Tam was first to emerge in a cloud of steam. She dressed in a light top and a short denim skirt. Miki, eventually followed with a towel around her wet hair. "Tam, have you seen my bum?" Miki displayed her bottom. "Look at the size of this bite mark!" "It's cute, it matches the one on the back of your neck." Tam and Miki headed north in a shiny new Ford, just like Thelma and Louise. Tam had vowed that no matter how green she was, she'd never get another Prius. Tam drove with Miki's hand resting possessively on her thigh. Miki fed her French fries and manned the radio, finding songs they both knew. When Tam's singing became too awful, Miki would tickle Tam's crotch or stick her tongue in Tam's ear. Civilisation was far behind, they were in the country now. The radio was corny, the disk jockey tedious. They flashed past old town halls and swap meets with herds of 4 x 4's arranged in rows. Vacancy signs flapping at roadside motels, struggling now that flights were cheap. Sale yards and lumber mills, orange groves and general stores. The girls had made good time, they weren't far from Sue's Farm. "What the hell is that horrible smell? Does it always smell this bad out here?" Miki asked. "No idea, haven't visited Aunt Sue since I was a girl," Tamsan replied. "Around here it used to be small mixed farms; pigs, goats, chickens, cows, a few crops, not much more. It didn't smell like this when I was a kid." They sang badly as they followed Sue's directions. A farm tractor lurched as it bounced along. Thick red dust drifted from the back of a long trailer. Clumps of brown muck landed on their windscreen. "Shit that stuff stinks, what is it?" Miki gagged as the smell invaded the car. Tamsan reached for a deodorant spray and liberally doused the interior and Miki. "I have no idea what it is, but it's really horrible." Miki, coughing said, "A face-full of your deodorant is almost as bad as that stink." Tamsan turned left at the old mill, they had about half a mile to go. "It's your spray not mine. I use a 'roll-on,'" Tamsan replied with a superior smugness. "Look, there's Aunt Sue's." The rented Ford stopped at a white paling fence. An old milk pail was nailed to the gate. Pink roses and bright geraniums lined the driveway. The clapboard house set back from the road, was lovingly preserved amongst a bursting summer garden. The wire door banged comfortably as Aunt Sue marched down the veranda and ran towards the girls. "You must be Miki?" Tamsan's, sprightly Aunt gushed at Miki. She reached up and kissed her on both cheeks. "Tamsan, you take after your father, you're so tall." Tamsan responded, "Aunt Sue, you say that every time I see you. I'm no taller than I was in high school." She smiled, pleased to see her Aunt. "Come inside girls, let's get out of the sun. Miki your skin is so pale it's wonderful. Tamsan it'd do you good to take after Miki and use more sunblock, you're covered in freckles." "Aunt Sue, Miki is Japanese, they're all pale. I'm Californian, we love the sun. " Tamsan picked up both bags effortlessly from the trunk, she barged passed Sue and Miki, she juggled the bags and opened the door with her foot, eager to get inside. Miki held Sue's hand as they trailed behind. "Tell me Miki, is Tamsan always so headstrong? She was impossible as a child." "Yep, it seems she does what she wants, when she wants, I just get dragged along for the ride." Tamsan returned from the spare room. "Sue, where's Reggie?" "Oh Tamsan, Reggie's dead. He ate a lot of poison. He died three years ago and I haven't bothered to get another dog. Not while I'm living here," Sue said despondently. "Oh Sue, that's dreadful. You must be devastated, you and Reggie had a great life here on the farm." "It's not a farm anymore, its only 30 acres now. I have some cows and that's it. But they aren't doing too well. I'm thinking of selling up." Sue busied herself with the cheese board and a bottle of chardonnay. "Selling up, why? You've been here forever." Tamsan asked. Sue didn't respond, she wanted to enjoy the visit. She raised her glass and toasted. "Here's to us girls." All three glasses clinked. Miki and Tamsan, shouted "Kanpai!" and drained their wine. Giggling they banged the glasses on the table. As she poured more wine, Tamsan asked, "So, Sue what happened to Reggie, what happened to the farm? I was planning to settle down here with you one day. " Sue sighed. "Oh ok, I might as well tell you the story. Many years ago, Blake Coen and his wife Angie offered me a lot of money for my land. They wanted to start a chicken farm and they had the backers and plenty of cash. They pestered me until I eventually gave in and sold my land. They built that enormous shed, it houses more than 60,000 birds. They did well, but soon more chicken farms appeared, the whole county is riddled with trucks, chicken farms and stink." "So that's the smell. Chickens! It's awful," Miki remarked. "No, the smell is from the chemicals in the manure. The chickens are fed a mixture of supplements and animal by-products. They live in horrid cages, their beaks are removed, they don't have wings, and they never see the sun. It's just dreadful." Sue eye's flashed angrily. "Now we live with all these trucks, the soil is barren and there's that constant stink of ammonia." "Aunt Sue, how can the soil be barren with all this fertiliser about?" Tamsan asked as she emptied the bottle. "The manure has too much nitrate to be any good and there's so much, they don't know what to do with it. You must have seen the warehouses on the way in. They're all full to the brim with manure. The manure leaks into the soil and the creek. The water is so bad around here you can't drink from the tap." Sue took a big gulp of wine. "I've had enough. I'm leaving before the chickens kill me. The kids at school are all sick. Asthma is common, there's the horrible dust in the air. It doesn't stop. Night and day the trucks roll up and down the road, spewing shit and chemicals." Sue sank into her chair. "Sue, this is horrible, why doesn't someone do something?" Miki asked, the frown across her Japanese face would be cute if she wasn't so upset. "Miki, what can we do? The clean air act is a joke and the chicken farmers can't do anything, they're all broke." Sue continued reluctantly. "The price of the meat has fallen, but the cost of the feed has skyrocketed. They can't sell up. They can barely go on. I feel sorry for them all, except Blake Coen that is." Sue looked angrily into the distance. "Enough all this doom, let's have dinner." Tamsan prepared the salad, Miki set the table. A concerned Tamsan picked up the conversation. She wasn't happy seeing her Aunt so distraught. "What's Blake Coen done? Why don't you feel sorry for him?" "I hate to say it girls, but Blake's a 'prick.' He was the first intensive chicken farmer here. He manages the agency for the food supply company. Each time a farmer buys the feed he needs to keep the chickens alive, Blake receives a commission. When the farmers complain about the price and that they can't make any money, Blake tells them they aren't working hard enough. The rumor around town is that Blake and Angie are buying up more farms. And Blake killed Reggie." "He what!" Tamsan exclaimed. "When Blake bought my land, he told me to keep Reggie on a leash. He said retrievers and chickens don't mix. One week later I found Reggie dead. The vet said he'd eaten a lot of Ratsak." That night as Tamsan and Miki spooned in a single bed, Tamsan said, "Miki, I have a plan, tomorrow we will visit Blake Coen." Miki, didn't question Tamsan, she guessed tomorrow would be a disaster. -*- Tamsan stopped the rental car, blocking access to the Coen's house. She lifted the bonnet and both girls tinkered, there was a sharp hiss as fluid hit the warm engine. They sat and waited. Soon enough a newish black Pick Up appeared in a cloud of dust. A solid man, with a red face, screamed, "What do you think you're doing on my land?" Tamsan opened the car door and walked to the Pick Up. Dressed in a tight white skirt and a pink singlet that barely covered a bright red bra, she said, "I'm so sorry, our rental broke down. Can we use your phone?" He saw how good Tamsan looked and he smartly changed his tune. Jumping from the Pick Up, he leered. "Blondie, anything for you. Let me have a look under the hood. I know a bit about motors." Miki drained the last drops from her water bottle then walked toward Tamsan and the man. Miki, in her tight Lycra bike shorts and a very snug exercise top, bent at the waist displaying her cute little bum. She pointed at the radiator and said, "I think we've blown something, it's running hot." He peered in the engine bay then he leered at her arse. He poked around and said, "Ladies you're in luck, a hose has come loose, you've lost all your coolant. We can fix that." He went to his pick up and returned with some tools. "All done. We'll need to refill the radiator. Follow me to the house, I'm Blake Coen by the way." He slammed the hood closed and turned to Tamsan. "Blondie, you ride up front with me and the little one can follow. Drive slow Cutie, there's not much water in that engine." "Thanks for your help, sir. We're very grateful you came along, otherwise we'd be stuck out here forever, and it sure is warm," Tamsan said as she leaned forward, allowing the Pick Up's air conditioner to blow in her face. Blake feasted on her cleavage. The Pick Up stopped at a three car garage. Tamsan watched as Miki limped the rental to a stop. "Would you like a cool drink, Blondie?" Blake enquired. Tamsan turned to Miki, "Can you grab my bag? The nice gentleman has invited us in for a drink." Blake led the girls, past the wash hanging on the line and escorted them through a gate to a large, paved courtyard with a swimming pool. Blake stood proudly behind an impressive outdoor bar, all granite and stainless steel. The wall behind the bar was adorned with lots of photos. The usual bragging shots; Blake with a big fish, Blake with the Rotary Club, Blake driving a Fire Truck, Blake with the whole fire crew. Blake with a 'B Grade' Baseballer. "What'll it be ladies?" "Iced water please, it's too hot for anything else." "Here you go, Cutie." Blake offered a tall glass to Miki. Blake grabbed himself a beer. "Welcome to Blake Coen's man cave. I didn't catch your names," Blake enquired. "I'm Blondie and this is Cutie," Tamsan laughed back at Blake. Blake laughed too, an uncertain laugh. "Oh shoot, I better fill that radiator, your car needs a drink as much as we do." Miki had kicked off her shoes and her top lay on the back of a stool. As Miki bent and wriggled out of her bike shorts, Blake returned. He stopped in his tracks and gawked at the yellow thong buried in cute white butt cheeks. "Whoa," erupted from a surprised Blake. "I hope you don't mind," Miki said, "but I'd love a dip." "Be my guest," Blake encouraged, his eyes popping out of his head. Tamsan sat on the edge of the pool dangling her feet in the water. "Sure is hot," Tamsan said as she rubbed ice across her forehead and chest. "It's not too bad," Blake said. He didn't know where to look - at an almost naked Miki or Tamsan's glistening cleavage? "It's about 85 today. Gets even hotter in the middle of summer! " Tamsan faced Blake. "Do you mind if I do this?" she asked as she removed her singlet. Blake ogled her chest and the bright red bra. "Be my guest," Blake replied, trying his hardest not to stare. Miki splashed water at both of them, "Come on in you two. It's beautiful." Tamsan didn't hesitate, she stood and removed her shorts. She adjusted her lace panties, lifting them higher. "Shall we Blake?" She turned and unclasped her bra. Blake didn't need to see Tam's breasts to make a decision, just the sight of a semi-naked Miki splashing around in his pool, was inviting enough for him. He stripped completely, as fast as he could. With the body of an athlete, well and truly past its' prime, he followed Tamsan into the water. Miki shrieked with glee, "Oh look, Blake's naked, perhaps I'm overdressed." She walked up the pool steps and removed her thong. "That's better," she said, her shaved mound on display. Something else Blake hadn't seen since Vegas. Miki dived back in and swum up to Blake, she rose in front of him and reached for his cock. "Blake you're so big," she squealed with a cutesy voice. Before Blake could do or say anything, Miki jumped up and wrapped her legs around him. Blake was stunned. He looked like he'd won 10 million bucks. "Cutie, you are a fire cracker." Blake bent for a kiss. Miki escaped and swam away. "You have to catch me first." Blake, faster than Mike Spitz, made it to the shallow end and caught Miki. He went straight in for her mouth. Miki giggled, flirted and kissed him playfully. Blake hugged, slobbered and pinched at Miki's nipples, looking very much like a starving dog that could see its' dinner. Tamsan had left the pool, she reclined on a sun longue. The teak longue was big and comfortable, the soft canvas cushions soaking up the heat. Her athletic body relaxed in the sun. The wet g string draped by her overflowing tote bag, drying in the sun. Miki and Blake were horsing around in the water, Blake came up for air. He grasped at Miki's butt. He was about to say something but Miki ssshh'd him and pressed one finger to his lips. Miki pointed towards Tamsan. Blake couldn't believe what he saw. Tamsan was masturbating with her roll-on-deodorant. She pushed at the phallic shaped bottle, with two strong fingers. Miki splashed at Tamsan. "Stop that you wicked girl!" Tamsan sat up. "You two frolicking in there was getting me so hot, I had to look after myself." Blake was electrified. "Blondie, come back in and join us." "Why don't you two get out and join me? I need more than this little thing," Tamsan responded, removing the deodorant bottle from her pussy. Miki led Blake from the water, "Come on Blake, let's give her some special loving." Blake wasn't hesitating. Tamsan rose to meet them and with her hand on a cocked hip, she tempted. "No, let's give this big boy a real treat." Tamsan and Miki took a hand each and led a dripping Blake to the sun longue. Tamsan pushed him back on the reclining chair. "You lie back and we'll give you a show," Tamsan said like an overpaid pole dancer. Miki rummaged through Tamsan's bag, found what she was looking for, and with an "Ah-Ha" she raised the baby oil triumphantly. Tamsan and Miki stood before Bake and kissed passionately and moaned loudly. Blake reached for his cock. Miki was squirting oil on Tamsan's body. She massaged Tamsan's generous breasts. Blake blurted, "You two babes, sure are hot." The girls paused the show and looked at Blake stroking his cock. "Stop that you naughty man. I can do that for you." Miki bent and kissed Blake, she squirted oil on his cock and rubbed playfully. Blake groaned with delight and reached out for one of Miki's small breasts. Tamsan slapped his hand away. "Not yet big boy, we have plans for you." Tamsan removed Blake's belt from his shorts and looped it around his wrist. Bending and whispering, with her breasts swaying inches from Blake's nose. Tamsan purred, "Big Boy isn't getting away from me." She poked the belt through the sun longue and secured Blake's hands. Tamsan restarted the show, straddled the sun longue, facing away from Blake she presented her butt to his face. He feasted on her blonde down, her rosy pink pussy and her butthole inches from his nose. He tried to wriggle his hands free, eager to claim this prize. Miki dribbled baby oil onto Tamsan's butt. Blake was mesmerized as he watched the oil ooze across her anus and into her pussy, a few drips landed on his nose. Miki poked her finger gently in Tamsan's folds massaging the oil through her pussy and arse. Using the ties from the cushions, Tamsan secured Blake's ankles to the lounge. "This isn't fair. I can't move. Let me suck on your sweet, sweet pussy." Blake wasn't complaining, he was loving the attention, enjoying the game. He wasn't fighting, he was keen to be used and bound by these mysterious vixens. Miki dragged her wet yellow thong and Tam's red briefs across Blake's nose and eyes, taunting him wickedly. Blake opened his mouth and poked out his tongue, Miki, dunked the underwear, like a colourful tea bag. Tamsan rolled her hips, her pussy gloriously winking almost saying goodbye. Miki pushed the underwear firmly into his mouth, tamping it down with her fingers. Blake let out an "Mmmmmm," could this get any hotter? "What the Fuck!" Blake mumbled with a mouthful of wet underwear. An excruciating pain tore at his arse. He fought and bucked and struggled to get free. Tamsan forced the deodorant bottle further into his anus, until it disappeared entirely. Tamsan and Miki collected their things and walked away from the straining Blake. They found the living room and dressed in what they had. Tam slid the glass door closed, muting Blake's noise and bitching. She looked at the bound Blake, he wasn't going anywhere. Tam and Miki, built a fire on a glass coffee table, just underneath the smoke alarm. When the fire caught and it started to blaze, they ceremoniously threw their bras onto the fire. A feminist gesture, for all the chicks in the world. "Miki, you think this is a good idea, taking his helicopter, I mean do you even know how to fly one?" "Sure do, let's go," Miki shouted as the engines whirred into life. As they hovered over the Coen farm, smoke was billowing from the house. Miki indicated to Tam to put on the headset. They could now talk easily amongst the noise of the engines and the whooping of the blades. Tamsan, Miki and the Chicken Farmer "There's your rental car, Tam, is that going to be a problem?" "Not for me. The contract has Eric's address." Tam reached over and kissed her friend. "Anyway Miki, do you think his buddies in the fire brigade will find him first, or will his wife?"