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Well, Actually	By : AbominableOMan Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 38650 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not know Barbara Dunkelman, Lindsey Tuggey, or Meg Turney. This story is purely fictional and no profit is being made from it.

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"Is this it? Are we here? Because if it's not we may need to pull over so I can pee." Lindsay stated.

Barbara leaned over the steering wheel as she drove to get a better look. About a mile away she could see booths and tents and a large stage erected. "This must be it. Fuck, it really is in the middle of nowhere." She said, noticing the distinct lack of any kind of landmarks around.

Lindsay flapped a crumpled flier in her hand. "Well what do you expect? The rally is called 'Men and Men First'. These dumbfucks probably couldn't find anyone that would put up with their shit so they had to take it out here."

Barbara continued driving down the dusty dirt road looking for parking as the banner for the Meninist Rally passed overhead. There were lines of beatup cars and pickup trucks parked randomly around the rally, most of them covered in mud or just beat to hell. Barbara almost dreaded the thought of leaving her pristine car here amongst these junkers.

"God, I bet we'll be the only women here. Hope you packed pepper spray." She laughed. "What woman in her right mind would purposefully come out to this?"

"Apparently the kind with low standards..." Lindsay scowled. From the passenger seat she could see a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and a large set of bolt-ons wearing nothing but daisy dukes and a white tank top. She was accompanied by a smug looking redneck. He had a severe beer belly and a crusty beard that looked as if it reeked of alcohol. The blonde was all over him, kissing his neck and wrapping one toned and sweaty leg around his waist. "I wouldn't fucking believe it if I couldn't see it with my own eyes..." Lindsay said with genuine shock. Her puffy cheeks blushed when she saw the blonde casually stroking the redneck's crotch through his jeans.

Barb saw this as well and was faintly jealous that her tits weren't bigger. "Well, that's why we're here to report-"

"And mock-" Lindsay giggled.

"-this stupid Men's Right's Rally. Dur dur dur!" Barbara did her best impression of one of the toothless hillbillies as they finally reached the rally. She slowed the car to park, trying not to be creeped out by the gross men who pervaded the area.

Barbara parked the car between two massive trucks. From her seat, she could only manage to see the bottom half of their doors. " Jeez, we get it. You have a tiny prick." Rolling up her window, she was fully aware the man standing beside the truck could hear her, but didn't take it very seriously when he glared at her.

The girls stepped out of the car grabbing their last bottles of water. Lindsay brought her bottle to her lips and tossed her red hair back over her shoulders as she let the cool water slide down her throat. From the corner of her eye, she could see some of the men staring at her tits. Her blue and white raglan was a bit tight, but Lindsay enjoyed the attention it brought her. She was happy to tease these so-called activists with what they'd never have.

"Whoa, Lindsay, slow down. We're gonna be here for a few hours, you can take it easy." Barbara straightened her jean jacket and tugged at the hem of her blue v-neck, revealing a bit more cleavage. She enjoyed teasing as much as her companion did.

Lindsay lowered the bottle and wiped her chin with the back of her hand as a few drops dribbled down her neck and onto the cotton fabric of her shirt. The white fabric became vaguely transparent where the spots landed, giving a brief glimpse of her pink skin. "Sorry, it's just hot as fuck out here." She rolled her sleeves up to her elbows.

"I agree, but if you drink it all now, you're going to be miserable later. And I'm not sure when Meg and the other girls will be here. Apparently they got lost..."

The two headed into the rally, keen to the sneers and rude gestures being thrown their way. There was a pervading smell of body odor and sweat that made the girls feel like they'd never be clean again.

In the center of the rally was a large stage where an olive-skinned man stood in a simple shirt and jeans holding a mic.

"Welcome to the 'Men and Men First' Rally! I'm your host Paul Elam and I'm glad all of you could make it out. It warms my heart to see there's still so many of you with traditional values. Though I know there are some skeptics among us today..."

As he said this Barbara and Lindsay felt a few unchecked elbows and heard annoyed grunts from the people around them. Barb rolled her eyes, but Lindsay was feeling intimidated realizing just how many people there were surrounding them.

Paul continued. "I hope everyone here can keep an open mind. What we're preaching here today is what some might call old-fashioned, but it's something that needs to be preserved. As men we always have been the dominate sex and it's been our job to do the hunting and heavy work while women stay home to cook, clean, and cater to our sexual needs!"

The crowd cheered along with his words. The sight was almost enough to make Barbara sick. She could see a few women in the audience spitting at her. "Learn your place!", "You think you're better than us!", "Uppity bitch!" were just a few of the insults hurled at them. She wasn't impressed and didn't notice her friend was getting very uncomfortable. Lindsay was swatting at some of the men who were getting handsy. She had been groped from behind a few times and at least one schmuck had managed to lift her shirt just below her breasts before she stopped him.

"Barb, can we get out of here? I don't think coming here was a good idea..."

Barb shushed her. "No way. If we leave now, these dirtbags win."

Paul spoke to the Rooster Teeth girls directly. "Now now, don't fight. The female body was made to be enjoyed and its a man's right to make sure he does. So relax. Let it happen."

Now Barbara was swatting hands away as her boobs were pawed at and juggled in a stranger's palms. "Hey fuck off!" She exclaimed.

"C'mon, lighten up, bitch!" A sticky looking neckbeard snatched her jacket from her shoulders.

She tried to get it back but it was soon lost among the crowd. To a smarter person this might have been a warning sign, but she figured she'd get it back later and she had to admit she felt better without it in the hot sun, though she didn't like that everyone had a better view of her boobs.

"Fuck, haven't any of you hillbillys seen tits before? Oh wait- of course not. What am I saying?" She raised her eyebrows and lifted her arms as if daring them to grope her

"The Feminist Sluts will try to shame you for your natural rights as a man, but I'm here to tell you that as women they have no right to deny you." Paul paused as the crowd applauded. "And isn't that the reason we're here? To send a message to Uncle Sam and the rest of the world that we will not have our rights trampled on."

Barbara was still unphased as this charade went on. And it went on for quite awhile. Nearly an hour passed as Paul went on with his anti-feminist manifesto and oddly enough Barb and Lindsay found themselves agreeing with some of his points, and neither could deny that being seen purely as a sexual object meant they could relax and forget the struggle of maintaining a respectable and professional persona in a society catered to men.

As if sensing the change of heart, Barb realized the men were no longer intimidated by her self respect. Their hands wandered without limit, even going so far as to shove their hands down her top to feel the bare skin of her perky tits. Barbara was speechless, but made no attempt to stop them as they stretched her top to it's limits.

"Maybe you really haven't seen tits before?" She snorted, holding her arms apart for better access. She winced as someone twisted her nipple painfully. She was glad to be wearing jeans. No one could see how wet she was getting.

Lindsay on the other hand was trying to fend off her harrassers. She didn't mind the hands on her tits so much, but once she felt them fighting to get under her clothes, she began to worry.

Her breath became anxious like someone wading into a pool for the first time. She could feel her pants being tugged down her thighs and moments later felt a bush of pubes and a large cock worming it's way between her buns. Her moment of shyness was broken someone yanked her water bottle away and inadvertently spilled it over her chest. The white cotton of her top was soaked through revealing the fact she wasn't wearing a bra. Everyone could see her big tits straining her top as her nipples stiffened from the cool water. She squealed when she felt someone pinch them and the men around her started whooping and hollering as they saw her panic. She turned to Barbara hoping for any kind of assistance but she was ignored.

Lindsay continued to fend them off tuning out Paul's speech and wading through the crowd. She made her way to a port-a-potty hoping she could dry her shirt out before she suffered any more humiliation. It didn't help that all the water she had drank was taking it's toll on her bladder. She knew the men around her could see her struggling and were doing everything they could to hinder her movement through the crowd. She shoved her hands between her legs, lips pursed while she tried to contain her bladder. Unfortunately this only gave them easier access to her boobs. The situation was made worse when they started catcalling.

"Fucking slut! You must be desperate for attention letting everyone see your tits!"

"No! I'm not a slut!" Lindsay whined. "Just leave me alone."

She made it to the bathroom feeling the slightest trickle of urine down her thigh. Sighing with slight relief she tugged on the door handle only to find it was locked. Knees locked inward, she went to the next one but was blocked by a big bearded man.
"Please!" She pleaded. "Just let me use the bathroom!" She was hunched over now, feeling silly hopping from one foot to the other. She was already embarrassed having her tits on display and pissing herself would no doubt make matters worse.

"Look at the cunt. Not so high and mighty now, are ya?" A woman spat at her. "Say it. Tell us you're a sorry little bitch." The men also encouraged this behaviour chipping away at Lindsay's dignity.

She raised her hands in frustration and yelled. "Jesus Christ! I'm a pathetic cunt, okay!? Is that what you want to hear? I'm so fucking pathetic I'd suck any of your cocks just to take a piss. God damn..."

Her rant was defused when she felt a warmth trickling down her legs. Her blue jeans were suddenly darker and she was filled with horror as her bladder emptied itself in front of these people. She stood with her legs spread as she pissed herself. The cuffs of her pants were rolled up, so the urine pouring down her ankles and staining her socks and sneakers was obvious to anyone watching.

Humiliated, Lindsay covered her face and began to choke back tears. In her mind this was the most embarrasing situation of her life, but it was certain to get worse from there. She hid behind her palms but could still hear them heckling and laughing at her. Her shame turned inward and fear became anger.

"It's hilarious, right? I'm a retarded fucking whore who just pissed on herself!" She fell to her knees, her soaked jeans clinging to her skin. "I'm a nasty little bitch who deserves to be humiliated. Put me in my place, show me what a woman is worth! Come on! Do it!"

The tears were in full force by now and Lindsay hung her head. It was cathartic to yell at the rednecks even if denigrating to herself. She didn't think they'd actually respond and was halfway hoping they'd be bored of the spectacle and move on to something else. Opening her eyes, she was proven wrong when a strangers cock was dangling in front of her face and let loose a stream of piss across her forehead. She sputtered as the golden fluid splashed against her skin.

Meanwhile, Barbara had found herself hungry and while Lindsay rushed to the bathroom she decided to see if she could find something to eat. She found a food tent where a muscular man with a bald head and a grizzly beard was grilling meat. He wore a greasy apron that read: "Kiss the cock" and flipping burgers on a grill that sizzled pleasantly. It smelled absolutely perfect to Barb and if she wasn't so distracted by her own hunger she might have noticed this was the same man she had insulted on her way in. To his left were bottles of water in an ice-filled cooler. A grubby looking man reclined on a lawn chair behind the cook. He wore a silly looking pair of glasses, but it was obvious his eyes were on Barb as she shoved a hand down her shirt and tugged a wad of cash from her bra.

"How much for two burgers?" She asked, considering Lindsay might want one. She held the money in front of her, expecting him to name an outrageous price. Instead he snorted and served someone else instead. Barbara rolled her eyes. "What? Because I'm a woman, my money isn't good enough?"

"We don't serve bitches. They get scraps." The cook kicked a metal dog bowl on the ground. "Bitches" was written on it in permanent marker.

Barbara smirked at the joke. "Hm, but if I was one of your braindead sluts, you'd be happy to serve me, wouldn't you?" The men weren't even listening to her now. She wasn't used to this kind of treatment. Most men would be tripping over themselves for her attention. She had a smoking hot body and she knew how to use it. "I see. I'll have to work for this..." She purred.

The cook and the slob on the lawn chair glanced at her, trying not to show too much approval as Barbara began to sashay side to side to the beat of a sleazy strip dance in her head. She stood in front of the slob spreading her legs and running her hands up her body, teasingly lifting her shirt to flash her toned belly and letting it fall. The meninists exchanged glances as she continued gyrating her hips and bending over so they could see her cleavage.

Barbara caught the obvious twitch in the slob's pants and he wasn't the only one getting erect, judging from the growing crowd of onlookers. Barbara placed her hands on the slob's hairy thighs and bit her lip. "Please, won't you give me something to eat?" She purposefully let her eyes fall to his crotch. Certainly that would be enough.

And yet the men said nothing and offered no food. She decided to get serious. "Unbelievable. You guys want more? You dicks." She stood up straight giving the impression that she had finally given up. Instead she pulled her top over her head revealing a lacy white bra. Her plump tits were perfectly encased just begging to be squeezed. She could see the slob's cock slithering down his shorts as his erection grew.

She leaned over, slowly sliding her jeans down her hips and smiled at him. "If I can convince your friend that I deserve to eat will you give me a burger?" She asked the cook. "I mean doesn't it turn you on to see what a whore I am? Stripping just for some food and water? I've sucked cock for less." She confessed, trying to be sexy.

"Oh, I'm sure of that." The slob laughed and his belly jiggled. The other men laughed too and the blonde's cheeks lit up. She was hoping he'd cave soon and give her food once she had him worked up enough.

"I've sucked cock for half a pack of cigarettes," She said, recalling a high school experience. Her jeans were down to her ankles now. She kicked them off seductively, knowing that all eyes were on her pale ass and her sky blue panties. "And I've fucked every member of Rooster Teeth..." She counted her fingers. ", more than I can count."

"Lady, I dunno what the fuck Rooster Teeth is, but I doubt even they want your loose pussy if you're such a slut." The slob adjusted his cokebottle lenses.

Barbara's eye twitched, but she hid her anger. It was only natural he would doubt it. Her soft pink lips curved in a smile. "C'mon mister. My friend and I are really hungry..." She placed her hands on his thigh again and slowly slid her fingers up his skin until they were just shy of the leg of his shorts and his throbbing cock. She resisted the urge to lap up the runnels of what she hoped was precum, dribbling down his thigh and onto her fingers.

She withdrew her hands and slowly worked her fingers into her mouth to taste him. The slob's jizz tasted worse than he looked, salty enough to make her squint and giving Barb a strong impression of what week old sushi would taste like. She considered how nasty she must look to everyone watching, but she knew none of them would think any less of her since they had no respect for women in the first place. It was nice for her, being able to let her guard down, while she tried to make the 40-something cum in his pants. She licked her palm and shoved her hand up the leg of his shorts. She had to bite her lip as she wrapped her fingers around his sausage. Already, he made her palm sticky again and she didn't hesitate to get another taste.

"Come on, Dave! Give her what she wants! Can't you see she's hungry?" Someone called out.

Barbara looked at the cook with a sly smile. She was finally getting what she wanted. The cook looked at the slob, flipping more meat on his grill. "Yeah, Dave. I'd say she's earned it."

Confused Barbara looked back at the slob to see he was pulling his shorts to his thighs and his hairy cock was staring her in the face. "Alright, Mike. If you say so." Dave said as if performing some taxing chore.

Barbara panicked but didn't pull away. Again she felt somewhat accomplished. "Looks like I got a rise out of you..." She gripped his cock and began sliding her spit slick palms up and down his hairy shaft. "Damn, how can anyone afford all this meat?" She joked.

Dave grabbed her head. "Don't worry, hun. It's on the house." He forced her head down and managed to get her lips smushed against his dribbling cock. The sight sent a twitch through his cock as he unintentionally glazed her lips with his precum.

"Uggh!" She spat. "No, wait!" She was more embarrassed about letting her guard slip than she was about the public handjob she had given . "You can't do this. It's fucking rape, you asshole!" She didn't feel sexy anymore, just violated tasting some sweaty fat dude's jizz . She suddenly wanted to leave.

"Dumb bitch!" The cook laughed. "You didn't read the signs coming in, did you?"

"Huh?"

That was all she could get out before her head was forcefully shoved down and some stranger's dirty cock was in her mouth

. "Don't say I never did nothin' for ya." Dave groaned as he bounced her head up and down his shaft.

Barbara gagged, hyperventilating on his cock. A split second before her vision was obscurred by Dave's fat gut and greasy pubes she had seen the sign they were referring to. In fact she had seen it coming in and thought it was a joke.

"Women's Rights Void Upon Entry"
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