She's ready.

Erica had the time to conspire every piece of fake evidence to get Roy off the police watchlist and pinning everything on that snitch Susan and so did Gretchen. If things go as planned, Susan will end up either back with Roy or in Gretchen’s insane asylum as a human lab rat. Luckily, they hardly had to worry about their plan falling through because the cops at the third precinct share “similarly robust” views about women.

Erica arrives at the police station where the meeting is supposed to take place. She is wearing the same blouse and pencil skirt as last time, except for the pantyhose she put on to cover the bruises. She walks into the women’s bathroom to the mirror, and starts admiring her looks. Lipstick, side-swept bangs, powdered cheeks, and pure-looking blue eyes, everything is a check!

“...oink!” A distinct muffled sound of a woman can be heard in the single disabled restroom right outside. That voice, Erica knows that voice, but who could it be?

Erica decides to listen in. She steps lightly, trying not to make her high heels click on the marble floor, she crouches, and lays her ear against the door.

“Nnrgh…mmph…” *slurp* “Yes Sir,” *slurp* “loudly licking a man’s anus,” *slurp slurp*, “is a god given…” *oink* “...right to all women.”

That distinct accent, it’s definitely Gretchen! By the sound of it, she is in the restroom, on her knees, feasting on a hairy anus like a dog. And she is right, Gretchen and Roy are in the restroom. Roy is sitting on the toilet, his pants down, legs spread, butt protruding forward, and smoking a cigarette with a predatory look on his face. Gretchen’s exquisite L'Agence coat is thrown on the floor, her shirt is torn open, her luxury bra being used as Roy’s ashtray. She tries her hardest to push her tongue deeper into Roy’s anus, and twists it to feel the wrinkles of all the hot meat around it. Her left hand is violently twisting her own clitoris, and her right hand is gently stroking the fully erect cock. Precum starts leaking out of the man’s glans. Gretchen quickly smears the precum around the man’s shaft as lube like a good bitch to make her superior feel better. All this time, Gretchen would snort every few seconds as she savored the taste of anus.

“Get ready, dog. I’m cumming.” Roy murmurs in his deep voice as he puts out the cigarette butt on the bra. Gretchen quickly adjusts her position. She pulls her tongue out of the anus, crawls forward and devours the 6-inch dick all the way to the base.

Roy’s abdomen springs up a little, as waves of cum start discharging from his balls. Gretchen makes sure the cock is sealed within her oral cavity air-tight as she feels the pleasant warmth of cum hitting the top of her throat. Each wave of cum is accompanied by Gretchen’s tongue caressing his pulsating shaft. Roy finally releases Gretchen’s head as he finishes cumming his babies down her stomach. Gretchen takes a few deep breaths through her nose, and begins sweeping the leftover cum in her mouth into her side cheeks with her tongue. She slowly pulls up as she sweeps, collects, and swallows every drop of liquid that came out of the man’s dick like some sacred fluid. When she finally pulls out, the man’s dick is both dry and clean. The only thing left on it is a ring of her black lipstick at the base of the cock, barely hidden by the bush of dick hairs.

“You could teach your friend Erica a few things about sucking dicks, bitch spilled my fucking babies all over my place.”

“It seems like they stopped…” Erica is still outside the door, her fingers couldn’t stop rubbing her clitoris. She is a dripping mess. Her own fluids have formed a small puddle right below her. As she is cumming, her high heels steps onto the puddle, and she finally stumbles onto the floor facedown, her face directly mopping her own fuck juice.

The sound of high heels hitting the floor alarmed Gretchen and Roy in the bathroom.

“Bollocks, if they find out I’m in here with you, the case will flounder!” Gretchen exclaims. Roy quickly stands up, opens the door, and sees a familiar small woman slurping on her own pussy juice. He laughs, and drags her inside like a sack of shit.

“Thank god it’s just Erica.” Gretchen sighs in relief.

Erica gets back on her feet, her face still wet from her own juices, “I’m sorry I was just---” Her sentence is cruelly interrupted by Roy slapping her across the face with full ****. Erica again falls down on the marble floor with an aroused grin on her face. Roy cracks his knuckles and says: “There’s your punishment for being a spying whore. Now, you two never told me about how you’re gonna get me off the cop’s hooks. What’s this deal you’re about to make?”

“Okay, so…” Erica tries to get up, but Roy kicks her down back onto the floor, “talk to me on your knees.” Gretchen is standing beside Roy, smoking her feminine cigarette with a triumphant look on her face.

“Okay so we’re making sure Susan doesn’t come into the picture again, because every other time we get you out of jail, you immediately do something funny to her and get yourself in trouble all over again!” If Roy doesn’t know Erica better, he would’ve thought she’s being a brat, but that’s just the way she talks. She knows her as well as every other woman in the gender traitor sorority.

“Soooo, Gretchen has been Susan’s psychiatrist, and she’s been giving bogus assurances to her client, while ‘creating’ evidence that would prove Susan’s a psychotic bitch. By the end of it, weeee are sending her away to Gretchen’s asylum, for good.” Erica looks up, as if she’s trying to get Roy’s permission.

“Who’s gonna replace my punching bag, then?” Roy steps forward, and uses his big fingers to stir within Erica’s mouth. “You people seem to be a good fit.” Erica starts sucking on them.

“There is always a wide selection of feminine specimens in my asylum and the hospital location we use. You can visit them and punch whatever you like” Gretchen breaks the silence, “I wouldn’t kill the goose that lays the golden eggs, if I were you.”

“You fucking crazy bitches.” Roy takes a step back, almost scared by these women’s deranged mental state. “Now get up and do your fucking job. Do the deal.” Roy pulls his fingers out of Erica’s mouth, and yanks her up by her hairs.

“And don’t forget your breast lid, sow.” Roy tells Gretchen to pick up her bra that he used as an ashtray.

“Thank you, Sir. I have many of those. I think I will leave that one here.” Gretchen replies, “but if you order me to, I will put them back on.”

Roy chuckles as he walks out of the bathroom door, “you fucking bitches are really out of your damned minds…”

Erica and Gretchen share a smile. Erica gives Gretchen a kiss on the cheek, as they walk out too, to the meeting room.