Trespassers will be Prostituted

“Fuck!” Eliza slammed her hand against the wheel.

“Hey,” Eliza’s girlfriend Jessica smiled, rubbing her arm, “I’m sure it’ll be fine, it’s not like we’re on a dirt road.”

“No… yeah… I just don’t wanna be broken down… out here.”

The implication hung in the air. Eliza and Jessica were lesbians stranded in what was firmly Red America. The girls had elected to drive back to college after a summer interning in the city, and Jessica’s car seemed to know when it wasn’t Jessica driving. There was steam coming from the hood. Jessica hopped out and took a look.

“I… I think it’s fine. We just have to call for help. I don’t think I can fix it with what’s in the trunk.”

Eliza was already out of the car holding her phone up to the sky, “ok, but like do you have service?”

Jessica checked and shook her head. She looked around, “I think there’s a house across that field, we can ask them.”

The girls started walking up the road. It was a hot day, so when they pushed open the metal gate and saw the sign “TRESSPASSERS WILL BE PROSTITUTED” they chalked it up to the ignorant hicks out here not noticing the error. They giggled, blushing at the thought that it might be true, but sure it was a crass joke or a stupid error.

The pavement ran out as they began the long walk up to the house. ‘The landowners must be loaded,’ thought Jessica. Eliza thought nothing of the sprawling, U-shaped building at the end of the road; to her anyone who lived outside at most a suburb was a poor farmer. Jessica, though, had a better understanding of what kind of resources it would take to maintain this amount of acreage and this quantity of buildings. She heard a strangled cry and shuddered: it had to be an animal at slaughter. She banished the thought that it sounded a bit like Eliza when Eliza was cumming.

As they walked up the long, dirt road to the main building, a Jeep came tearing out of the field. Eliza yelped as it nearly brushed against her as Jessica pulled her out of the way.

“Woah there, what do we have here?” one man leaned out of the cab looking at the two girls.

“Looks like a couple-a trespassers, Jack.” the other man stood up and looked over his shoulder.

“Um, hey, our–” Eliza started but was soon interrupted.

“I sure didn’t invite ‘em, and I reckon that means you’re right, Mike.” Jack smiled as he hopped down from the cab.

Jessica protectively put an arm around Eliza, which was the worst thing she could have done.

“Tresspassers and perverts, huh?” Mike laughed

“Yeah, a couple-a dykes.” Jack reached behind his back and grabbed at something on his belt.

“Look we just need some help, please don’t shoot.” Eliza had her hands up. Jessica removed her arm and mirrored her girlfriend.

“Oh you’ll get the help you need. Don’t you worry.”

Jack tased the both of them.

As he and Mike loaded their unconscious bodies into the back of the truck, they couldn’t help but laugh and grope at the girls. These two would be excellent additions.