The quick breeze barely made the flag flutter on authoritative 36foot yacht the `` Empress. '' as she swung at mainstay 50 yards or so off the quayside of the only town on a midget Carribean Island while two vacationing university scholarly person, blonde haired blue eyed Lynnie and iniquity haired Robert Brown eyeball Jo lay sun bathing in their swimsuits on the sun drenched urbane pine foredeck.

They lazed and idly watched as a focal ratio boat burbled preceding and slowly approached the islands only slipway, `` I guess there 's a storm coming ? '' Lynnie surmised as she looked around and out to sea where another of the tourist speedboats was approaching and storm clouds could be seen creeping over the far skyline

'' 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 blood up in Key west, '' Lynnie sighed, `` We could be stuck here if the violent storm comes in.

Jo wondered if agreeing to act as crew on the yacht was such a good idea, she told her folk she was working at Disney but she they sneaked a weeks holiday to go sailing with two hombre they barely knew. But who would n't ? `` Empress, '' was beautiful, a vision in calendered black with red track below the waterline and a full set of sodding egg white sails.

'' Maybe we should go look for them ? Lynnie suggested but they were moored l K off shore and the boy had taken the dinghy.

'' Yes, lets go looking at, '' 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 specialize iron ladder to the quayside.

The speedboat was tied it up to a stout mooring post and it 's 'Captain'spoke into his wireless phone and then waved at individual on the quay and almost immediately a team of sleek tanned muscular Young women appeared dragging a gravy boat preview, eight naked immature snowy women barely out of their adolescent or even new, naked that is except for a leather collar and a leather hood with gob for their center auricle, mouth and nostril as they worked with perspiration glistening on their evenly sun -tanned torsos.

'' Oh gosh ! '' Lynnie exclaimed as the female child dragged the trailer along the quay and then reversed it gently down the slipway, while a man in leather jacket and trousers with a Black Sabbath tee shirt shouted book of instructions, an occasionally cracked a hanker leather whip.

Lynnie and Jo watched as two of the fair sex dived into the crystal clear water and started to manhandle the speed gravy holder towards the slipway to point it between the lagger 's guides.

'' How can they Lynnie ? '' Jo asked as the girls began to heft up the sleek speedboat up the slipway on its trailer, the boat was expectant, the daughter struggled and suddenly the whip cracked,

'' Hola ! '' the man shouted

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

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

Lynnie followed Jo as she walked along the quayside looking for a intellectual nourishment storehouse or somewhere Anton and Pablo might be, they retraced their steps after a few hour and saw another chemical group of bare 'slave'girls were walking back with a gravy boat trailer as another speedboat glided up to the quay.

Lynnie and Jo watched the female child struggling as the Latin American guy with them warned `` secretiveness ! '' in American if they spoke and cracked his party whip menacingly.

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

'' heartbeat me ? '' Jo agreed, `` Shall we try this side street ? it looks like a Shipwrights or Chandler or something down there. ``

They had barely gone l yard before a police officer stopped them, `` Papers por party favour ? '' he asked, `` Americanos ? ``

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

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

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

'' holidaymaker visa ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, '' Jo lied.

'' We not supply them since 1948, '' he said, `` ferment permit ? ``

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

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

'' Yes, '' Jo agreed.

'' What as lady of pleasure ? '' he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

'' No, you must come with me, it wo n't need longsighted, '' he explained and with an eye on his colt 45 revolver tucked into his bang Lynnie and Jo did n't argue.

The police post was down a side street leading from the quayside street, a non descript building which would pass for a book store or drug memory board in America, and even inside it was not practically different to a loyal food for thought roast with chrome and charge plate electric chair and tables and a high wooden counter.

Two police officeholder sat at table reading, a serjeant-at-law and a female policeman, `` Dos Americanoes, '' the first policeman explained as they walked in, `` No papers, ''

'' Prostitutes ? '' the older police officer asked as he turned showing his serjeant-at-law 's stripes.

'' No boat girls, '' the first off policeman explained.

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

'' You flaunt your torso in your underwear. '' the policewoman replied.

'' What about the slave ? '' Jo asked, `` They are bare ! ``

'' Naked is natural, '' the policewoman explained, `` Is beautiful, you dress like lady of pleasure, like cheap cocotte. ``

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

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

'' But we are boat young lady ! '' Lynnie protested.

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

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

'' Americano boat little girl, '' the policewoman nodded, `` Then we will air Good Book to the `` Empress for them to gather you. ``

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

'' You can wait, sit in the sun, '' the Sergeant said, `` By the window, or in the shade. ``

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

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

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

'' We never thought, '' Jo explained.

'' Obviously, '' Pablo added, `` We have twofold citizenship you see, Mexican American English so we 're fine. ``

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

'' Yes, but you said you 're not lady of pleasure, '' Anton explained, `` American harlot can get work permits but have to fit to sex with anyone with $ 20 American. ``

'' No way ! '' Jo insisted.

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

'' Yes, if these gentlemen will sign on for you as boat girls then that will be in Order, '' the number one policeman explained, `` Just as long as you countersign and kick in your finger prints. ``

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

'' for certain, '' Anton agreed, `` Where 's the forms ? ``

'' Twenty Dollars American English, '' The sergeant demanded, `` Each. ``

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

'' Pay the man, '' Pablo insisted and Anton handed over four crisp ten dollar bill bills.

'' Sign here, '' the policewoman demanded,

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

'' But of course, this is Cuba, '' the policewoman explained.

'' It 's just a regular configuration, '' Anton said reassuringly, and he signed his public figure with a flourish.

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

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

'' garb codification, '' the police matron explained, `` You still ca n't dress like a whore. ``

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

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

'' Hey, surely you can hold an elision ! '' Pablo exclaimed.

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

'' There is ten years in prison for Americans entering Cuban territory illegally, '' the policewoman said seriously.

'' Haircut ? '' Jo asked as she looked at Lynnie 's beautiful shoulder distance blonde hair.

'' Yes, just a rough cut, you can tidy it up after, only ten dollar sign 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 ! ``

'' Better than ten old age in clink, '' Jo suggested, `` Ok we 'll do it. ``

'' I 'll do the shadow one, `` the serjeant-at-law suggested, `` To cannonball along things up. ``

Lynnie and Jo sat at individual chair facing the counter while the policewoman and the serjeant took their scissors grip and electric haircloth clippers cook to start work, neither Jo or Lynnie thought it odd that a constabulary station would possess electric hair clippers, especially two sets so they sat passively as the ship's officer began to cut.

'' That feels very short, '' Lynnie complained as she tried to look at Jo.

The policewoman held her head down, already there was a bald funnies running from Lynnie 's forehead to her neck opening and her remaining hairsbreadth was cascading down around her even as she tried to look at Jo.

'' That must finger much cooler and lighter, '' the police matron exclaimed as she carved a second base wide swathe of Lynnie 's gorgeous blonde pilus away to go forth a second gear bald flight strip, a third and a one-fourth strip appeared and the hairsbreadth cascaded to the trading floor, and then Carla started to trim around Lynnie 's ear

'' Can I see ? '' Lynnie said, `` When I have finished the police matron explained and admiring the even quarter inch American shipboard soldier army corps pilus expressive style Lynnie now sported she lathered up Lynnies head with a shaving brush an began to shave the remaining tomentum away until Lynnie 's scalp glistened in the sunlight and she was entirely bald.

'' Are you shaving my oral sex ? '' Lynnie finally asked.

'' A very short style, '' the policewoman suggested, as she polished Lynnie 's bald scalp.

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

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

'' Now do n't attain a fuss, just your underarms and George Walker 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 denudate ! ``

'' Look I 'm out of here, '' Lynnie snapped but the chink of a Colt 45 safety snap brought her backrest to reality.

'' It 's ok, '' Anton said gently, `` It 'll be ok, '' and the policewoman not so gently pulled the one patch swimsuit from Lynnie 's shoulder and ripped it down showing her 36D breasts and on down to show her diminished Triangulum of blonde pubic hair's-breadth and her small pink labia.

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

'' No please ! '' Lynnie pleaded but the police matron continued and shaved off her blond loins as Lynnie cringed in veneration that she would cut her as the policewoman set down her limiter and started to use the foam and razor to get a perfect placid finish.

'' Beautiful, '' the sergeant exclaimed.

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

Anton had a job to bar laughing as Lynnie looked like some strange albino Pyxidanthera barbulata with no hair.

'' You need dog tags, '' the sergeant explained, `` Five dollar each, ''

'' Pay the man Anton, '' Pablo suggested and the sergeant produced a stamping machine and stamped out two aluminium discs with the missy registered bit on.

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

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

'' Where ? '' Lynnie asked.

'' Through the skin, we have piercing machine it will not drive long. '' the police matron explained.

'' Where ? '' Lynnie asked.

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

Carla the policewoman motioned for Lynnie to spread her leg, she was n't felicitous but with a Colt 45 probably pointed at her she did n't reject, `` It wo n't hurt a bit, `` said the police matron as she spread Lynnie 's Labia before freezing the left lip and punching a cakehole with a twist like a yoke of pair of pliers and easing a key ring with the dog tag through.

'' Aggghh, your justly it does n't hurt a bit it hurts like the pits ! '' Lynnie replied.

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

'' They need punk, '' the police sergeant said `` And collars and tercet. ``

'' How often ? '' Pablo asked.

'' fifty dollars American ? '' the sergeant tried, `` Top quality brand new ? ``

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

'' Worn out 2d hand ten buck, '' he replied.

'' The yoke ? '' Anton asked.

'' Each, '' The sergeant tried, `` Ok for the yoke. ``

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

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

'' Can we ? '' Anton asked

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

Lynnie reached down to pull up her swimwear

'' Sorry, '' the policewoman ordered, `` We have a wearing apparel code and you can not wear gentlewoman underwear in the street ''

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

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

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

'' Very nice, very beautiful, natural is just OK, '' the first policeman explained,

'' Can we go ? '' Lynnie demanded.

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

Lynnie staggered out into the dusty street horribly aware if the people 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 slipway as a team of sweating naked girls struggled with another speedboat, `` Eh Juan '' Anton shouted, `` You want More girlfriend ? ``

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

'' Very full, '' Juan agreed, `` Top quality, '' he added, `` Look at them go ! '' he grinned, `` What they fuck like ? ``

'' Do n't know, if they 're no full you can give birth them. '' Anton said.

'' Look I need strong bather, hard girls like them, ten thousand American 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 rise aboard the Empress but could n't climb the yacht highly polished sides as the ladder and scrambling profits were still stowed and so reluctantly they swam back to the shore.

'' A grade pussy man, '' Pablo lied, as Anton clipped ternion to Lynnie and Jo 's shoe collar as they emerged from the H2O and he tugged the leashes and dragged them back to where Pablo and Juan were waiting with the other girls.

Anton handed Juan the bod from the police force place and they shook hands on the batch and Juan laughed and started handing over L dollar nib from a roll.

Lynnie looked on and tried desperately to absent the collar and leash, and hood, but the warp were patent self locking bayonet holdfast and need a tool to unblock them.

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

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

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

'' Looks like we got some new workmates fille, '' one of the naked girls said as they paused to keep an eye on, '' I 'm Louisa from Vermont, this is Harriet, from LA, Monica, she was at Harvard, Millie, Sam, Clara, Blessed Virgin and Jena, and we all crewed for those bastards ! ``

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

'' Right, we eat, '' Juan announced, `` Come and he carefully looped all ten leashes to a singe leading rein and as the young lady formed up in twos her led them down the quay and down the side street to the police station.

The signal saying constabulary was gone, the smell of cooking filled the air and Carla stood behind the replication in a wait rig while the sergeant 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 figure how girls let themselves shape raw and get treated like slave. ``

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

To be continued ?