Things were getting ugly for the city. Beth and Tara were taking over, killing people and destroying property like no more than children frolicking in the pool. Beth had made her way back to the raft, but not before picking up two cars from the ruined bridge and tossing them onto the neighboring highway. Tara laughed at the resulting pile up.
“Damn it, sir! These fucking women are decimating the city. Reports have it that over 200 people have been killed or injured. You can’t let these bikini-clad bitches get away with murder,’ the Colonel pleaded with the mayor. “I ask that you let me send in the Apaches to spray some tear gas.”
“OK, but I don’t want you to kill those ladies. How do you think it’ll look for me politically if I couldn’t contain two women in skimpy swimsuits?” the Mayor cautioned. “I’ll deal with them once you’ve put them down.” “Yes, sir!” the Colonel responded.
“Gosh, what ya think the police are gonna do now that we’ve done some big time damage?” Beth asked of Tara as the sounds of screams and cries could be heard in the distance. Tara was momentarily distracted by the sight of a large chunk of the Port Bridge crashing down, taking with it four cars and two people as they plunged into the water. Beth followed Tara’s lead, smiling as she watched the water bubble from the sinking ferry, people still splashing about. With a glassy gaze, Tara responded as smoke poured out of her mouth and nose from the joint, “Fuck, if I were these puny people, I’d finally call in the goddam military. Seems the only antidote for a giant woman or two, don’t ya think?”
Tara took another puff of the oversize marijuana joint, breathing deeply as her dainty fingers held it out to Beth’ glossy lips for the towering brunette to indulge. “Ahhhh, I feel soo high,” Beth sighed. Beth’s entire body wilted with sheer relaxation, every limb resting haphazardly on the soft raft without a care as her skin glowed delightfully. Tara’s high-induced limp state appeared to mimic Beth’s; both women a study in the art of Zen, a state of pleasure that served only to frustrate thousands fleeing the city.
“I’ve got them in my sights, sir.” “Fire!” From behind two office buildings, several attack helicopters launched a total of ten rockets toward the pampering giant babes. The sounds of the incoming rockets caught the pretty ears of Beth and Tara as their eyes widened in surprise. “Shit, watch out!” Beth yelped as both women slouched instinctively low in the raft. Five of the rockets found their way between Beth’s legs as they bounced on the lotion-drenched rubbery surface, where upon landing began emitting a thick cloud of smoke. Two more rockets landed in the water and OUCH!! SHIT! One other hit Tara Reid square in the stomach.
Beth and Tara began to cough. “Omigod, I think this is tear gas. Get rid of them!” Tara cried. Beth acted quickly scooping up the rockets in her right hand. Tara reached into Beth’s sweaty palm, grabbing the weapons. They appeared the size of cigarettes to the 150’ super gorgeous women. As she threw them toward downtown, smoke trailed away from them.
BOOM! CRASH! CRUNCH! KABOOM!. Screams rang out as some of the rockets collided with the intersection of Grilcom and Main, taking out traffic lights, power lines and scattering uniformly moving traffic like matchbox cars. A car exploded, sending flames spiraling 50 feet in the air. A crater ten feet deep was all that remained where the rockets landed. The other rockets found their way into Port Stadium, where 5,000 people had found refuge in the time Beth and Tara laid waste to several roadways. The sound of skidding, crashing and screams united with thick plumes of tear gas, rendering thousands of people into a deep coma. Smoke continued to snake its way into buildings, subways, into buses and trains. Having upped the dosage 20-fold for giant 150’ women, the military had inadvertently put an entire city to sleep.
The mayhem was not lost on the leggy giants as they watched all the action on live television, courtesy of the satellite LCD screen affixed to their raft. “How cool is this?” Beth asked of Tara in awe. “Did you see that car explode with all those puny people nearby?” Tara quipped with a glimmer in her big blue eyes. Just then, smoke jetted from between Tara’s $20,000 boobs as Beth screamed like a little girl. Tara reached into her bikini top where she lifted out one of the puny rockets with her girly fingers. Beth and Tara examined the object quietly, and then laughed hysterically as Tara tossed the rocket nonchalantly over her shoulders where it landed on a crowded overpass.
YOU PEOPLE ARE SOOO CUTE. CAN’T EVEN TAKE DOWN TWO SEXY BABES IN BIKINIS, Tara teased loudly toward downtown. Beth adjusted her swimwear, primped her hair and sighed as she gazed into Tara’s eyes, both females drunk with power. “This is so hot, you should visit downtown,” Beth purred as she put her moist lips to Tara’s.
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