by Keith Trimm
Dennis and Cassidy stood in the shadows behind a rock and watched the creature. It looked like a Muppet. About two feet tall, big eyes and arms that looked like garden hose. “What are we going to do?” Cassidy whispered.
The creature took immediate notice of her voice and set the hammer on the ground. ‘Who’s there?” it asked.
Cassidy looked at Dennis with a surprised look on her face and shrugged her shoulders asking silently if she should answer. He nodded to her. “My name is Cassidy,” she said.
“Cassidy who?” the creature asked.
“Cassidy Rayne, the porn star,”
Dennis gave Cassidy an odd look and said, “I don’t think he knows what a porn star is.”
“What is a porn star?” the creature asked.
Dennis gave Cassidy that “I told you so,” look.
“Come out so I can see you,” the creature said.
“Will you harm me?” Cassidy asked.
“Not unless you harm me first.”
“I have a friend with me, ok?”
“Sure, come on out, I want to meet you both.”
Cassidy and Dennis both stepped out in plain view and walked over to the creature. They stood silent for a moment so the thing could get a good look at them. Up and down it looked, like it was reading a book. Its huge eyes blinked and squinted getting better focus.
“What is your name?” the creature asked Dennis.
“My name is Dennis,” Dennis replied. “And yours” he asked.
“Henry Davis Thoroughbred, the third, most call me Burger King, or King for short.”
“Why do they call you that? Do you like Burger King?” Dennis asked.
“What the fuck is a Burger King?” King replied. “I hate that name.”
“It’s a chain burger restaurant,” Dennis replied.
“Now you’re just fucking with me,” King replied. “What are you two doing in here?”
Not sure if they should tell the truth, Cassidy decided that there was no use in lying. “We’re running from the cops.”
“What did you do?” King asked.
“I am being falsely accused of shooting the owner of a strip club and they want to extradite me to South Dakota to be executed for being in porn.”
“Explain porn to me.”
Cassidy got a huge smile on her face as she got to talk about herself. “Porn is where you have sex and people film you. Then you get paid and lots of people get to watch you have sex. I’ve been in over three hundred DVD’s” she said with pride.
“My DVD player is broke, just kidding, I have no idea what a DVD player does. But I do know what sex is, is there a chance you and I could have sex? And this guy could “film” it?” King asked.
“Do you have five hundred dollars?” Cassidy asked.
“I have a hammer and this cart full of rocks, will that be enough?”
“I only work for cash, I have no need for this stuff. What are you doing with it anyway?”
“I’m a miner, sort of, more of a hobby. I like to look for pretty rocks and dig out the occasional dinosaur skeleton.”
“Is this all you do?” Cassidy asked.
“Is porn all you do?” King replied.
“You don’t have to get snotty, I was just asking.”
“I may live in a cave, but I have a pretty interesting life. I like to hunt and fish, and go on long walks on the beach and watch the sun set.”
“In a cave?” Cassidy asked.
“You’re starting to get on my nerves a bit lady. I am also a pretty good cook and it’s been a long time since I’ve cooked a human.”
“Is that a threat?” Cassidy asked stepping back.
“Geez, can’t we just get along? Why does every conversation end in a fight? My wife is just like you, a real fucking bitch. I have to get away from her and bust rocks just to keep my sanity. Every time we talk, she finds some way to twist it into an argument.”
“You have a wife?” Cassidy asked surprised.
“What is that supposed to mean?” King replied. “You don’t think I can get a wife?’
“No, I was wondering if you had a house nearby, or is there a city close?”
“We live in a fucking cave lady, you’re in my house.”
“Oh, sorry,” she said embarrassed. “Do you have a bathroom?”
“No, we shit on the ground.”
“You’re kidding,” Cassidy replied in disgust.
“No, the roaches eat the shit, it’s very clean. Do you smell anything?”
Cassidy took a deep whiff of the air and didn’t notice any smell of shit. “Smells nice really.”
Dennis chimed in, “These roaches, are there a lot of them in here? I don’t like bugs.”
“They only come out at night,” King replied.
“How can you tell when it’s night? It’s always dark in here.”
“I think they use an alarm clock, I’m not sure, I’m not a fucking cockroach,” King
Replied sardonically.
“No need to get testy,” Dennis said. “Is there any way out of here other than the way we came in?”
“Yeah, there’s a door to the outside about three hundred feet further down the cave on the left. There is a red exit sign above the door.”
“Is it unlocked?” Dennis asked.
“It’s an exit door, of course it’s unlocked,” King replied annoyed.
“What’s on the other side?” Cassidy asked giddy.
“Ever see Willy Wonka?” King asked.
Cassidy nodded yes.
“It’s nothing like that, more like hell.”
“I thought you said you didn’t have a DVD player, how did you see Willy Wonka?”
“It was on cable,” King replied.
Both Dennis and Cassidy stood there like idiots, but impatient idiots. They needed to get out before the police decided to follow them. Then they decided to ask. “Why haven’t the police followed us into the cave?” Dennis asked.
“This part is the toilet, the sewer as you might be more familiar. Nobody goes into a sewer on purpose. Unless they are you,” King replied laughing.
“We didn’t know this was the sewer, it wasn’t marked “sewer” anywhere.”
“Why do you think they blocked up the end? They were tired of thousands of cockroaches crawling out the end of the cave every day. Now there’s going to be a zillion of them all over the place. Do you know how disgusting that is?”
“We need to get going, you said the door was on the left?” Dennis asked.
“Can’t miss it, the exit sign is lit up red,” King replied.
“Ok, thanks,” Dennis said and took Cassidy by the hand leading her away from King and further down the cave. They walked another fifty feet and turned to see if King was still behind them. He creeped them both out.
“He was gross,” Cassidy said, arms folded across her chest.
“Are you cold?” Dennis asked.
“Fucking freezing, aren’t you cold?”
“Feels fine to me, let’s go before he decides to follow us with that hammer.”
Again the two took off and walked down the cave keeping an eye out for the exit sign. Then they saw it, just as King said it would be. A grey metal door with a push bar and an exit sign lit up above. “Who installs these things” Dennis asked aloud.
Upon leaving the cave, the two entered what looked like the basement of a department store. The grey metal door shut behind them and they were now in a very well lit, bedding and bathroom section complete with a sales girl dressed in a thong and six in heels. “May I help you?” the girl asked politely, she was topless and very hot.
“Um, where are we?” Cassidy asked looking this girl up and down.
“Lex’s department store, didn’t you see the sign when you came in?” the sales girl asked.
“We came in the back exit, didn’t see the sign,” Cassidy replied wondering why this girl was dressed like a stripper.
“Are you interested in a new comfo
rter, or sheet set?” the girl asked.
“No, we just want to get out of here,” Cassidy replied. “Where is the front door?”
“Take a right at the pillow display and you’ll see the escalator about twenty feet away. Take the escalator up to the main floor and then take a left to the front door.”
Trying to act like nothing was wrong, the two thanked the sales girl and followed her directions to the pillow display, they turned like she said and stopped in shock as they saw a room filled with women dressed like they all stepped out of a Victoria’s Secret catalog. “What the fuck is going on?” Cassidy asked. “Why are all these girls dressed like that?”
Dennis, happy as could be shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe it’s a special dress up promotion.”
The two walked to the escalator and rode up to the main floor where they saw another group of sexy women, some topples, some bottomless, all dressed like they were going to a porn shoot. “This is weird,” Cassidy said feeling very inadequate. “I want to talk to one of them, hold on,” she said dragging Dennis along with her.
Cassidy approached a woman working behind a counter in the shoe department. She was practically nude except for a necklace and heels. ‘Excuse me Miss, can I ask you a question?”
“Go ahead,” the clerk said with a smile.
“Why are all the women here dressed like that? I mean almost naked?”
“How else would you expect them to dress?” the women replied like Cassidy was stupid and that was the dumbest question she had heard all day. Cassidy looked at the jail jumpsuit she was wearing and back at the clerk.
“I would expect them to cover up more,” Cassidy replied.
“Cover up? I don’t understand,” the clerk replied. “Why would we do that?”
“Because most respectable business people don’t go around with their titties hanging out and their pussies flapping in the wind.”
“Would you like to speak to my manager?” the clerk asked politely.
“No, that’s alright, I was just curious, I need to get out of this store,” Cassidy replied.
“May I interest you in a thong, or g string before you go, that outfit you are wearing is just hideous.
“I have plenty of g strings and thongs at home, good bye,” Cassidy said and headed to the front door with Dennis following close behind.. “Did you see that?” Cassidy asked. “She was naked and didn’t care.”
“You do that all the time, what’s the big deal?” Dennis asked.
“That’s my job,” Cassidy snapped back. “I get paid to be naked.”
“So do they from the looks of it.”
“But this is a department store, not a strip club.”
“I’m not going to question it, I know different cities have different city ordinances. This city is obviously more lax than what you are used to,” Dennis said reaffirming.
The two reached the front door and exited the building into the street. The first thing they noticed was an almost nude women walking out of the bank to her car. She was dressed in lacy panties and bra, driving past her in the street was another women with no top. “Where are the men?” she asked looking around.
Dennis spun around and looked around the downtown area and all he could see were women dressed in their underwear and heels, made up like they were going to a fashion shoot. “Good question, I don’t see any men,” he replied.
“I don’t like this place,” Cassidy said grasping Dennis’s hand in fear.
“It’s fine, at least no cops are following us,”
“I want to go back, this isn’t natural,” Cassidy said.
“You’d rather face the firing squad than hang out in a town full of super-hot sexy women dressed in their underwear?” Dennis asked.
“No, I wasn’t thinking straight, let’s get out of here, and let’s find a place that’s more normal.”
Dennis took off walking down the sidewalk with Cassidy behind him. They both got stares as he was a man and he was fully dressed and exposing nothing. Then they heard a voice, “What’s the matter honey, you too good to show a little skin?” a woman said.
Cassidy turned to see a woman standing at a bus stop staring at her. The woman was a thin blonde with huge tits and a nice smooth curvy ass. “What the fuck is going on around here?” Cassidy asked. “Why are all the women dressed like wannabe porn stars and where are all the men?”
“You’re not from around here?” the woman asked.
“Obviously not,” Cassidy snapped back.
‘No need to be hostile, I thought everyone knew. The men are all working in the mine, and the women are just wearing what they want.”
“If there are no men, why bother to dress up at all?”
“It’s the way it has always been, since I was a little girl. We dress up like fashion dolls and play. I don’t know any other way. The men work in the mines six days a week and the women dress like we’re ready to fuck at any time.”
“Who are you trying to impress, the other women?”
“I don’t question it, my mom did it, her mom did it and my daughters will as well. It feels good to dress pretty and we all get along very well. You should try it, take off that ugly jumpsuit and put on something sexy, you won’t miss it.”
“If there were men around I would consider it, but without a crowd to please, it seems pointless. I don’t like women, why would I want to impress them?”
“It’s not about impressing anyone, it’s about feeling good about yourself.”
“I feel fine when a man is staring at my tits. I get my power from what I can do to a man with my body, not with walking around half naked. Do you have a strip club?
Chapter 18
300 feet down
Just then a siren sounded from a tall tower in the center of town followed by police, fire and ambulance sirens. Women gathered in the street to see what was going on and see what the emergency was. Cars pulled to the side of the street as emergency vehicles sped down the street and headed out of town. Then a voice came over the loudspeaker on the tower and said, “There has been a cave in at the mine, all emergency personnel report to duty. This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill.
“Holy shit,” Cassidy said. “This sounds bad, what should we do?”
Dennis spun around watching all the women scurrying around getting in their cars and heading out to help. “I don’t know, I’m not familiar with this place. I’m not even sure where the mine is.”
Then a car pulled up and a woman called to them, “Want a ride? We need all the help we can get.”
Without hesitation, both Cassidy and Dennis got in her car and they sped out of town to the mine. “How far is it?” Cassidy asked.
“Two miles,” the woman answered.
Upon arriving at the mine, the woman parked her car and all three got out. There was already a good sized crowd surrounding a crane with a cable strung down into a hole. At the base of the crane was a man wearing a yellow vest and hat with a radio giving directions to the crane operator. Up and down the cable went and the man with the radio was becoming more and more agitated
“What’s going on?” Cassidy asked aloud hoping someone from the crowd would explain.
“There was a cave in yesterday and six miners were trapped, they dug a hole to get them out and the escape pod they send down is stuck. They’re trying to get it loose by raising and lowering the cable. By the looks of his expression, I don’t think its working.”
For the next hour the crane tried to move the stuck pod to no avail. The workers stood around, nervously waiting for good news and the women made supper. At around seven in the evening, the lead boss got on the intercom and made an announcement. “We seem to be having trouble with the escape pod, but before we try to dig another hole, we want to try something. We need a volunteer to go down into the shaft we dug and kick open a latch. Once that latch is open, the pod should slide down the rest of the way. We need a person small enough to fit in the hole.”
Looking aroun
d, Dennis noticed that most of the women in the crowd had very large breasts, much larger than Cassidy’s. He knew that most of these women if not all would never fit into the shaft. He poked Cassidy and said, “You do it.”
“No fucking way,” she replied. “I’m not going into some tiny little hole. I’m claustrophobic.”
“You’re the only one with small enough tits,” Dennis said, realizing that anywhere else that would be something he would never say.
“My tits are not small,” Cassidy barked back.
Dennis pointed at the other women’s chests and Cassidy backed down. “I don’t care how big my tits are, I’m not going down in a hole.”
“You will save lives,” Dennis pleaded.
“You have no tits, you do it!”
“My shoulders are far too wide,” he replied not knowing for sure if he was right. He didn’t want to go down in the hole either.
Cassidy stood and thought about it. If she couldn’t get attention from her awesome sexy body, maybe she could get attention from being a hero. In her mind, it was all the same. “Ok, I’ll do it, but I want a camera crew there to record the whole thing. I want this all over the news.”
“The television people are already here, all you have to do is volunteer.”
Cassidy stepped forward from the crowd and approached the lead man shaking her hips and twirling her hair. When she got in front of the camera crew, she announced she was the girl for the job and waved to the camera.
The foreman took out his measuring tape and wrapped it around Cassidy’s bust and gave the thumbs up to the crane operator.
“Ok Miss,” the foreman said. “The cable is already down the hole and we can’t send down another so you’ll have to slide down the cable that’s already there.”
“What if I slip, or let go,” Cassidy asked.
“Then it’s a ninety foot drop to the pod, unless you get cockeyed and stuck in the hole.”
“Then what?” Cassidy asked.