The Amazon Girls

There were approximately 3 women left in Phinx. Fedora, Lennie, and Gen, were the last of the amazons and all 3 happened to gravitate towards one of the most violent, sexist, and homophobic nations known to man in pursuit of shelter and opportunity. Phinx had just finished up its 3rd presidential election, where a closeted gay man promised the townsmen access to women for reproductive purposes. It didn't take long for the trio to take advantage of such an opportunity as their old home in the Amazon Forrest was taken over by a lethal fruit virus that managed to annihilate a vast majority of the population. Luckily, Gen having been allergic to most fruits inspired Fedora and Lennie to refrain as a gesture of support, thus promoting their own survival. 

ACCESS I

Fedora has grown irritated. Security has been searching for records of identity for what seems to be hours and there is still no sight of the village or its locals. 

Fedora: "How much longer will this take? It's quite rude to keep a lady waiting."

Officer 1: "Forgive me madam," he chuckles to himself "All good things take an extensive amount of patience. We'll be right with you ladies."

Meanwhile, Gen has observed a frightening detail. One of the officers is not wearing a name tag. Ironically, it happened to be the officer taking the most command. 

Gen: "Excuse me. I couldn't quite help but to notice that your name tag was missing. Would you be kind enough to provide us with you name and badge number?"

Commander in Chief: "Is this some kind of joke? Not only is my patience running thin, but you happen to have a mouth on you on top of it all." He chuckles. "B*****s like you are good for nothing except holding my children." The commander pokes his crotch out and grabs on to it in a teasing and provocative manner. Lennie and Fedora quickly grow defensive, but Gen see's this as a valuable clue. The Commander is rather egotistical, and Gen realizes that this can be used as leverage.

Gen: "My, my, my. We haven't anything of this Caliber in the Amazons, do we ladies?

Fedora and Lennie stare at Gen with disbelief and confusion. After a brief glance, Lennie picks up on Gen's signal and begins to play along. 

Lennie: "No, we do not. I feel quite embarrassed. I never knew virgins could get so hot over such provocation."

The Commander is alarmed. The idea that these 3 women, with bare midriff and form fitting clothing, happen to be virgins is an impossibility in his bigoted mind. 

Commander in Chief: "There's no way you s***s are virgins. The red head looks like she's gotten a few rim jobs in her days."

Lennie proceeds to clench her first. Fedora gently wraps her hand around Lennie's clench fist in hopes of masking Lennie's anger. Gen quickly takes notice and proceeds to further distract the Commander. 

Gen: "And I thought we were the ones with the potty mouths, Commander."

Before the Commander could respond a startling alarm manages to catch everyone's attention.

Officer 1: Uh, Commander. It seems like we have a problem here.

The girls push back into each other as if the touching of their shoulders would serve as an invisibility cloak, serving to further protect them from having to be outed. 

Officer: "According to our system, none of these girls exist."

Commander in Chief: "How could this be? Wait, where did you ladies say you were from again?"

The room is silent. The girls sit so silently it's as if they're holding on to their breath for dear life. The Commander begins to walk over for a physical examination. 

Commander: Chuckling, "I hate to have to do this to you ladies. But if you can't provide me with at least two forms of ID, we're gonna have to strip search you all."

Gen: "We've had enough of this s**t show to be quite honest Commander."

Gen stands up quickly and confidently. She walks towards the Commander slowly, yet seductively. She extenuates her neck as she begins to unbutton the linen shirt sitting loosely on top of her bustier.  The Commander takes a step back and demands that she sit back down. 

Commander in Chief: "Hold it sweets! You strip when I tell you to strip!"

Lennie and Fedora quickly follow Gen's lead. The Officer and Commander are conflicted. They have gone their whole lives without being able to physically experience a woman and are overwhelmed with lust. Officer 1 happens to have a bit of fight in him and pulls out his baton. 

Officer 1: "Now you ladies can choose to sit the f**k back down or I can gladly walk you back to your seats."

The girls stop in their tracks, Fedora grabs on to Lennie and Gen in a desperate attempt to create some distance between the officers. 

Fedora: "We come in peace Officer. I know you must be scared and confused about what you're experiencing withing your body. Rest assured, it's only mother nature working her magic. Nothing to be afraid of. Please, allow us to return to our seats."

The Commander signals to the Officer to allow them to be seated while quickly pacing towards his hand held transmitter. 

Commander: "All units report to District C. I repeat, all units report to District C."  

ACCESS II

Officer 1 has been instructed to bring the girls to district C for further screening. There is an uneasiness in the air. The high-tech hand cuffs sealed to their wrists reveal that a fast escape is no longer a part of the equation. As they continue to walk through a series of pass-code protected doors, it seems as if a gruesome fate awaits. Though they cannot physically hold on to each other for comfort, the girls walk shoulder to shoulder, searching for any form of security within reach. The walk is long and silent. The surrounding appears to be dull and repetitive, making it difficult to track coordinates. Eventually, the Officer arrives to the final door. It is obvious by his hesitation. He pauses and searches for his hand held transmitter. The girls anxiously wait to uncover what lies behind the final door. 

District C