For now

“Alright girls, time to leave.” Judy said and got out of bed, getting out of the room without bothering to wait for the two well-fucked women.
Without knowing it, Judy was making a potentially fatal error in interpreting their behaviour as submissiveness.
Jenna and Kaylah quickly got dressed and headed down to the bar-room.

There, Judy was dressing while newly arrived customers were doing their best not to ogle at her stunning physique. The three men that Judy had been fucking when Jenna and Kaylah arrived had apparently fled the scene.

Judy Black was dressed in a pair of stiletto-heeled, knee-high black boots, a pair of miniscule black nylon shorts with a zipper in front, and with a top that was similar to her shorts, and on which the ringed zipper was pulled almost all the way down.
Strapped to her firm thighs were a pair of holstered pistols, and she had a knife attached to the hem of her shorts.

“Come on!” She shouted to Jenna and Kaylah before looking at the bartender, “Put this on my tab.”
The bartender, who was smart enough to realize that Judy Black did not take kindly to being reminded of the fact that her tab had never once been paid during the five years that she had frequented the bar, simply nodded his head in recognition of what she had said.

Judy led the two marines out of the bar and over to her hover car, which seemed to be loaded with guns and electronic equipment.
“Right,” Judy said once all three of them were seated in the car, “this is supposed to be your show so I’m going to let you two decide who to go after first: this deserter type fuck or one of those overpriced fuck-dolls that Galaxy Labs keep pumping out.