The warm pushover barely made the flagstone flutter on authoritative 36foot yacht the `` Empress. '' as she swung at anchor L 1000 or so off the quayside of the only town on a bantam Carribean Island while two vacationing university bookman, blonde haired blue eyed Lynnie and iniquity haired brownish eyeball Jo lay sun bathing in their swimsuits on the sun drenched round off pine tree foredeck.

They lazed and idly watched as a speed gravy boat burbled by and slowly approached the islands only slipway, `` I guess there 's a violent storm coming ? '' Lynnie surmised as she looked around and out to sea where another of the tourer speedboats was approaching and tempest clouds could be seen creeping over the far horizon

'' I guess, '' Jo agreed as she looked across at the shore and waited for Pablo and Anton to return with supply for their voyage.

'' Why did n't they gunstock up in Key westward, '' Lynnie sighed, `` We could be stuck here if the storm comes in.

Jo wondered if agreeing to act as crowd on the yacht was such a skillful idea, she told her common people she was working at Disney but she they sneaked a weeks holiday to go sailing with two guys they barely knew. But who would n't ? `` Empress, '' was beautiful, a vision in shiny Black with red lead below the water line and a replete set of pure white sails.

'' Maybe we should go tone for them ? Lynnie suggested but they were moored fifty railyard off shore and the boys had taken the dinghy.

'' Yes, lets go look, '' Jo agreed, `` Swim ? '' she suggested.

'' Yes lets, '' Lynnie agreed and they dived gracefully into the crystal clear water and swam ashore.

They swam past the speedboat and climbed the pin down iron ravel to the quayside.

The speedboat was tied it up to a stout mooring office and it 's 'Captain'spoke into his radio phone and then waved at individual on the quay and almost immediately a team of sleek tanned mesomorphic Thomas Young women appeared dragging a gravy boat poke, eight raw Whitney Young white women barely out of their teens or even younger, naked that is except for a leather collar and a leather cap with cakehole for their eyes auricle, sass and nostrils as they worked with elbow grease glistening on their evenly sun -tanned torsos.

'' Oh gosh ! '' Lynnie exclaimed as the girls dragged the trailer along the quay and then reversed it gently down the slipway, while a man in leather jacket crown and trousers with a Black person Sabbath tee shirt shouted instructions, an occasionally cracked a long leather party whip.

Lynnie and Jo watched as two of the women dived into the lechatelierite clear water and started to manhandle the speed gravy holder towards the ways to steer it between the trailer 's guides.

'' How can they Lynnie ? '' Jo asked as the girls began to heave the sleek speedboat up the ways on its laggard, the boat was heavy, the little girl struggled and suddenly the whip cracked,

'' Hola ! '' the man shouted

'' I do n't know Jo, '' Lynnie replied, `` Maybe they like it ? '' she added, `` Maybe thraldom is still legal in the Cuban zone. ``

'' wellspring just be glad it is n't us, '' Lynnie sighed as she watched the girls drag the boat up the slip ad along the quayside, `` Lets find Anton and Pablo. ``

Lynnie followed Jo as she walked along the quayside looking for a food fund or somewhere Anton and Pablo might be, they retraced their steps after a few arcminute and saw another mathematical group of nude 'slave'missy were walking back with a gravy holder trailer as another speedboat glided up to the quay.

Lynnie and Jo watched the girls struggling as the Latin American language guy with them warned `` secrecy ! '' in American if they spoke and cracked his whip menacingly.

'' How could anyone let themselves be treated like that ? '' Lynnie asked.

'' Beats me ? '' Jo agreed, `` Shall we try this face street ? it looks like a Shipwrights or Chandlers or something down there. ``

They had barely gone fifty yards before a policeman stopped them, `` document por favour ? '' he asked, `` Americanos ? ``

'' We are from the `` Empress, '' Jo pointed, `` The boat. ``

'' This is Cuban district, '' the policeman said, `` Americanos need permit, you have permit ? ``

'' Back on the boat, '' Jo lied.

'' Tourist visa ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, '' Jo lied.

'' We not publish them since 1948, '' he said, `` Work permit ? ``

'' Yes, '' Jo agreed, `` That 's it, piece of work permit. ``

'' You work on `` Empress ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, '' Jo agreed.

'' What as prostitute ? '' he asked.

'' No, deck paw ! '' Jo said forcibly.

'' Sorry I thought you were prostitutes, '' he said, `` You dress like prostitutes. ``

'' It 's a drown suit ! '' Jo protested, `` It 's wet, '' she said but she was n't as she had already dried off in the good afternoon sun.

'' Not allowed under Cuban Law, you come to the Police post I think, '' he insisted.

'' We have to get back to the `` Empress, '' Lynnie explained.

'' No, you must arrive with me, it wo n't take farseeing, '' he explained and with an eye on his Colt 45 revolver tucked into his whang Lynnie and Jo did n't argue.

The police station was down a side street leading from the quayside street, a non descript construction which would extend for a book storage or drug entrepot in America, and even inside it was not much unlike to a profligate intellectual nourishment juncture with chrome and plastic electric chair and mesa and a in high spirits wooden counter.

Two police policeman sat at table reading, a sergeant and a distaff military officer, `` Dos Americanoes, '' the showtime police officer explained as they walked in, `` No papers, ''

'' cyprian ? '' the older policeman asked as he turned showing his sergeant 's stripes.

'' No gravy boat little girl, '' the first police officer explained.

'' Why do they retrieve we are prostitutes ? '' Lynnie asked.

'' You flaunt your bodies in your underwear. '' the police matron replied.

'' What about the slaves ? '' Jo asked, `` They are au naturel ! ``

'' Naked is natural, '' the policewoman explained, `` Is beautiful, you dress like prostitutes, like gimcrack tarts. ``

'' face, we need to get back to the `` Empress, '' Lynnie explained, `` Ca n't you let us go ? ``

'' No, prostitution is illegal. '' the policewoman insisted.

'' But we are boat girls ! '' Lynnie protested.

'' Ah boat girls, '' the policewoman said, `` Why did you not say ? ``

'' You did n't, like. ask ? '' Lynnie explained.

'' Americano boat girlfriend, '' the policewoman nodded, `` Then we will send Son to the `` Empress for them to collect you. ``

'' So what do we do ? '' Lynnie asked.

'' You can wait, sit in the sun, '' the serjeant said, `` By the window, or in the refinement. ``

Jo and Lynnie sat by the counter and were surprised when Pablo and Anton walked in after a few hour, `` What the Hell are you doing here ? '' Anton asked

'' We came looking for you. '' Lynnie explained.

'' You fools, you 're American English citizens, you should n't be here ! '' Anton explained, `` I said stop on the boat ! ``

'' We never thought, '' Jo explained.

'' Obviously, '' Pablo added, `` We have treble citizenship you see, Mexican American so we 're o.k.. ``

'' Can you get us out of here ? '' Jo asked.

'' Yes, but you said you 're not prostitutes, '' Anton explained, `` American English whores can get work permit but have to correspond to sex with anyone with $ 20 American language. ``

'' No way ! '' Jo insisted.

'' Or you can be registered as boat girls, '' Pablo explained, `` That 's right officer is n't it ? ``

'' Yes, if these gentlemen will sign for you as sauceboat lady friend then that will be in order, '' the offset policeman explained, `` Just as long as you countersign and give your finger prints. ``

Jo looked at Lynnie, `` I guess that 's ok ? '' she said hopefully, `` Will you sign for us ? ``

'' sure, '' Anton agreed, `` Where 's the forms ? ``

'' Twenty dollar sign American language, '' The serjeant-at-law demanded, `` Each. ``

'' Gee, '' Anton complained, `` That 's steep. ``

'' Pay the man, '' Pablo insisted and Anton handed over four potato chip ten dollar sign bills.

'' foretoken here, '' the policewoman demanded,

'' It 's in Spanish people, '' Lynnie protested.

'' But of course, this is Cuba, '' the police matron explained.

'' It 's just a regular form, '' Anton said reassuringly, and he signed his name with a flourish.

Pablo took Anton 's pen and signed and Jo shrugged and added her key signature finally Lynnie signed and then they took Lynnie and Jo 's fingerprint and added them to the forms.

'' Can we go now ? '' Lynnie asked.

'' Dress code, '' the policewoman explained, `` You still ca n't tog like a woman of the street. ``

'' But we do n't have anything else ! '' Jo protested.

'' No, '' the policeman agreed, `` but you need a haircut. ``

'' Hey, surely you can produce an exclusion ! '' Pablo exclaimed.

'' No, the code says no long hair, American English boat girls go swimming and get dragged down by their waterlogged long hair all the time and drown, '' The sergeant insisted, `` It is a health and safety forethought, or are you just pretending to be boat young lady, ? ``

'' There is ten year in prison for American entering Cuban soil illegally, '' the policewoman said seriously.

'' Haircut ? '' Jo asked as she looked at Lynnie 's beautiful shoulder length blond hair.

'' Yes, just a rasping cut, you can tidy it up after, only ten dollars American each '' the sergeant suggested.

'' Can you get it done now ? '' Anton asked.

'' Oh yes Carla will do it, '' he said, `` Get the clippers Carla. ``

'' Gee, '' Lynnie said, `` Walt Disney corp will go ape ! ``

'' punter than ten years in clink, '' Jo suggested, `` Ok we 'll do it. ``

'' I 'll do the dark one, `` the serjeant-at-law suggested, `` To speed things up. ``

Lynnie and Jo sat at someone hot seat facing the parry while the policewoman and the police sergeant took their scissor hold and electric automobile whisker clippers set up to start workplace, neither Jo or Lynnie thought it odd that a police force station would induce electric hair clipper ship, especially two sets so they sat passively as the officers began to cut.

'' That feels very inadequate, '' Lynnie complained as she tried to front at Jo.

The policewoman held her head down, already there was a denudate cartoon strip running from Lynnie 's forehead to her neck and her remaining tomentum was cascading down around her even as she tried to look at Jo.

'' That must experience a good deal ice chest and light, '' the policewoman exclaimed as she carved a endorsement wide swathe of Lynnie 's gorgeous blonde fuzz away to provide a indorse bald cartoon strip, a third and a one-quarter strip appeared and the hair cascaded to the flooring, and then Carla started to cut back around Lynnie 's pinna

'' Can I see ? '' Lynnie said, `` When I have finished the policewoman explained and admiring the even quarter in American Marine corps hairsbreadth style Lynnie now sported she lathered up Lynnies head with a shaving brush an began to shave the remaining haircloth away until Lynnie 's scalp glistened in the sunlight and she was entirely denudate.

'' Are you shaving my headland ? '' Lynnie finally asked.

'' A very forgetful manner, '' the police matron suggested, as she polished Lynnie 's bald scalp.

'' Lynnie, she 's shaved your head ! '' Jo exclaimed, and raising her hands she squealed, `` She 's shaved mine too ! ``

'' You look like a pixie ! '' Lynnie cried, `` Oh my god ! ``

'' Now do n't make a pettifoggery, just your underarms and George H.W. Bush, hold still ! '' the policewoman warned and she buzzed at Lynnie 's underarm hair.

'' No, please ! '' Lynnie protested, `` You ca n't ! ``

'' And now your bush, '' the policewoman ordered. `` So strip ! ``

'' Look I 'm out of here, '' Lynnie snapped but the dog of a Colt 45 condom haul brought her back to reality.

'' It 's ok, '' Anton said gently, `` It 'll be ok, '' and the policewoman not so gently pulled the one piece swimsuit from Lynnie 's shoulder joint and ripped it down showing her 36D breasts and on down to show her minuscule triangle of blonde pubic hair and her pocket-sized pink labia.

'' You see, is easy, '' the policewoman insisted, `` I do same for you ? '' she asked Jo and she dragged Jo 's bathing costume down as well.

'' No please ! '' Lynnie pleaded but the policewoman continued and shaved off her blonde pubes as Lynnie cringed in veneration that she would cut her as the policewoman set down her clipper ship and started to use the foam and razor to get a perfect suave finish.

'' Beautiful, '' the sergeant exclaimed.

'' Can we go now ? '' Lynnie exclaimed.

Anton had a job to stop laughing as Lynnie looked like some strange albino pixie with no hair.

'' You need dog shred, '' the police sergeant explained, `` Five clam each, ''

'' Pay the man Anton, '' Pablo suggested and the police sergeant produced a stamping automobile and stamped out two aluminium discs with the female child registered numbers on.

'' So where do we put there ? '' Lynnie asked.

'' On a ring, '' the policewoman explained, `` Out of the way. ``

'' Where ? '' Lynnie asked.

'' Through the pelt, we have piercing machine it will not take long. '' the policewoman explained.

'' Where ? '' Lynnie asked.

'' Your twat lip, shut up ! '' the sergeant insisted, `` Carla just do it ! ``

Carla the Policewoman motioned for Lynnie to spread her legs, she was n't happy but with a colt 45 probably pointed at her she did n't deny, `` It wo n't hurt a bit, `` said the police matron as she spread Lynnie 's Labia before freezing the left field lip and punching a cakehole with a device like a pair of pair of pliers and easing a key mob with the dog tag through.

'' Aggghh, your right it does n't smart a bit it hurts like Hades ! '' Lynnie replied.

Jo just sobbed as Carla froze her sex and fitted the dog tag through her cunt lip and finally Jo asked, `` Can we go ? ``

'' They need hoods, '' the sergeant-at-law said `` And neckband and leashes. ``

'' How much ? '' Pablo asked.

'' Fifty one dollar bill American ? '' the police sergeant tried, `` Top timbre brand new ? ``

'' Do n't you have something cheaper ? '' Anton asked.

'' Worn out second script ten clam, '' he replied.

'' The pair ? '' Anton asked.

'' Each, '' The police sergeant tried, `` Ok for the pair. ``

Anton paid the officer and he gently buckled the collar around Lynnie 's neck and the hood over her headland carefully adjusting the eye holes, before attaching the ternary while Pablo did the same for Jo.

'' Can we go now ? '' Lynnie asked.

'' Can we ? '' Anton asked

'' Indeed, welcome to Cuba ! '' the sergeant laughed, '' cum again soon ! ``

Lynnie reached down to force up her swimsuit

'' Sorry, '' the policewoman ordered, `` We have a dress computer code and you can not assume ladies underwear in the street ''

'' But you ca n't '' Jo wailed, `` You ca n't produce us walk the streets like this ! ''

'' Then do n't wear anything, bare is sound here. '' the Sergeant leered, `` But you can not endure that underwear, Carla, confiscate it. ``

The policewoman pulled Lynnie 's swimsuit off her feet and threw it over the return and Jo reluctantly slipped hers off as well and handed it to the sergeant.

'' Very nice, very beautiful, natural is just fine, '' the number one police officer explained,

'' Can we go ? '' Lynnie demanded.

'' Oh yes, enjoy your stay ! '' the sergeant agreed, `` Adios ! ``

Lynnie staggered out into the moth-eaten street horribly aware if the the great unwashed she thought were staring at her, and with Anton and Pablo following they turned towards the quay and the 'Empress ,'which they could see swinging at anchor.

They stopped by the shipway as a team of sweating naked miss struggled with another speedboat, `` Eh Juan '' Anton shouted, `` You want more female child ? ``

Lynnie stared, `` Swim for it ! '' she cried and she ran for the edge of the quay and dived gracefully into the sea and struck out for the Empress, Jo followed.

'' Very good, '' Juan agreed, `` Top calibre, '' he added, `` calculate at them go ! '' he grinned, `` What they fuck like ? ``

'' Do n't know, if they 're no dependable you can have them. '' Anton said.

'' expression I need strong swimmers, potent missy like them, ten thousand American English the pair ! '' Juan offered.

'' Done ! '' said Anton, `` Ok Pablo ? '' Pablo nodded.

'' As long as they fuck ok. '' Juan insisted and they watched as Lynie and Jo tried to climb aboard the Empress but could n't climb the yachts highly polished face as the ladders and scrambling nets were still stowed and so reluctantly they swam back to the shore.

'' A grade pussy man, '' Pablo lied, as Anton clipped trey to Lynnie and Jo 's collar as they emerged from the pee and he tugged the tierce and dragged them back to where Pablo and Juan were waiting with the other girls.

Anton handed Juan the forms from the police place and they shook hands on the plenty and Juan laughed and started handing over fifty dollar sign bills from a roll.

Lynnie looked on and tried desperately to remove the collar and 3, and goon, but the buckle were patent self locking bayonet mend and need a tool to release them.

'' It 's hopeless ! '' Jo protested.

'' So you want piece of work for me ? '' Juan asked.

'' Oh no, no way ! '' Lynnie protested.

'' Looks like we got some new workmates young lady, '' one of the naked girls said as they paused to view, '' I 'm Louisa from Vermont, this is Harriet, from LA, Monica, she was at Harvard, Millie, Sam, Clara, Mary and Jena, and we all crewed for those shit ! ``

Anton and Pablo just grinned and did a high five, `` Adios Amigos ! '' Anton laughed and they walked away still laughing.

'' Right, we eat, '' Juan announced, `` Come and he carefully looped all ten tether to a scorch leading rein and as the girls formed up in II her led them down the quay and down the side street to the police station.

The star sign saying Police was gone, the odour of cooking filled the air and Carla stood behind the buffet in a wait turnout while the serjeant cleaned tables in his shirt sleeves and the policeman also in shirt sleeves cooked tortillas on a stove.

'' Sit ! '' Juan ordered he let go of their leashes so they could sit down.

'' Jo, '' Lynnie said quiety, `` You know how we could n't visualise how girls let themselves operate raw and get treated like slaves. ``

Jo stared back at Lynnie, `` I guess we know now ! ``

To be continued ?