FoA S3 Chapter 16

It’s not hard to read between the lines here. Just as Joey feared, Z is going to kill her. And Vicky is a witness, so she has to go too.

You can see Vicky debating what to do. She could reveal who she is, which might make these people think twice about what they’re doing… but that’s not realistic. The Free Gurls are small time, especially since they transitioned to only selling sex toys and nothing else. Nobody’s going to take them seriously. Z and Connell would not worry that the rest of the Free Gurls will find out about this, and even if they did find out, Z and Connell still would not be worried because Free Gurls aren’t that kind of heavy outfit.

Vicky’s identity is worthless. But nobody’s pulling out a gun yet. You hold your rock, ready to throw it, but you honestly aren’t sure that would even work. You might just have to bang on the window and shout at them to distract them. Then what? They chase you into the swamp? This is not great.

“We doing this now?” Connell asks, following Z out of the back room. You move to another window to continue spying. They are in the front room of the cabin now, beside a stained, green sofa.

Z makes a face. “That’s what I have Betty for.”

“Right.”

“I thought I told you not to wear that thing,” Z says critically, then suddenly grabs Connell between the legs.

Connell shrugs. “I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”

“Hmph.” Z scowls, and you see her hand squeezing down there. “A promise is a promise.”

Connell’s eyebrows rise and there’s a hint of embarrassment. Then her pride takes over. She makes a face that’s almost like a sneer and turns her back on Z. You hear her belt clink as she opens it, then pushes her uniform pants down, along with what appear to be a man’s boxer shorts. You understand when you see her bare ass: she’s wearing a strap-on under her pants. Why that offends Z, you aren’t sure, but this is happening.

Z unzips and pulls out a respectable cock, squeezing Connell’s pale buttock with one hand as she gets herself hard with the other. You watch because you aren’t sure what to do. Connell’s knuckles are white on the back of the couch and she looks nervous. There’s sweat on her forehead that doesn’t have to do with the swamp heat.

“Fucking pig,” Z mutters, giving Connell’s ass a firm slap. She’s hard now. Z spits on her hand and moves up behind the deputy. You can’t see anything explicit, but Connell’s grimace of pain makes it clear that she doesn’t have much experience with anal.

Z pushes in deep with a hiss and grabs Connell’s hair, which comes loose. She yanks the deputy’s hair each time she thrusts, drawing ragged grunts from the other woman.