For the next few minutes, Diana drove on, passing a few stores and a gas station. The longer she drove, the more people she passed and the more she felt something was very wrong in Cutter Creek. All the women were dressed in similar tight, skimpy dresses to that of the woman she'd observed at the stop sign. Some even had on the same, or some variant, of the large 'Kentucky Derby'-styled hat that the busty redhead had been wearing, while a few others had their hair done into girlish pigtails despite clearly looking to be in their late twenties to early thirties. This pigtails-trend immediately brought up the disturbing memory of the girl flashing her when she had first arrived in Cutter Creek to Diana's mind, and now the warrior woman could honestly say that just being in this strange town was putting a sour taste in Diana's mouth.
It was then that Diana finally reached the heart of Cutter Creek, what Wonder Woman thought had to be the downtown area. To her surprise, Diana noticed several high school-aged girls filling the sidewalks and shop fronts as well, but while their mere presence didn't surprise her, it was their appearance that truly shocked the righteous Amazon. These girls that were clearly only just barely older than Cassie Sandsmark, were wearing much sexier attire than Diana had accustomed to in her dealings with the young, enthusiastic blonde and her friends. Some were dressed in revealing red and white cheerleading uniforms, despite the fact that it was a Saturday, while others were in various mini dresses or tank tops and skintight jeans or 'Daisy Duke'-styled shorts. To make matters even worse, it seemed this younger generation had inherited the ultra-voluptuous figures that permeated the adult women of Cutter Creek. Diana then noticed that the 'Daisy Duke'-look didn't stop with the high school-aged girls either. Some adult women were also wearing them. Cassie had told Diana that she might see something like this in the Southern United States, but Diana just couldn't believe how skintight the skimpy garment looked. It was like they were painted on their rounded cheeks!
Enthralled by her own morbid curiosity, Diana couldn't look away as she watched how these hyper-sexualized high schoolers would interact with the older as they passed each other by. Most giggled and smiled to their elders playfully, while others abandoned pretense altogether and gave long, almost over-affectionate hugs. The older women, themselves visions of sexual desire, would then return the affection in full, fawning all over the younger girls, running their hands daintily over their perfectly-styled hair or even kissing their cheeks of the girls' makeup-caked faces. Diana even thought she saw one well-endowed platinum blonde thirty-something plant a long, lingering kiss on the shiny red lips of young, bright-eyed brunette in a barely-there cheerleader outfit. The two women then burst into a fit of giggles. Diana couldn't believe what she was seeing. Didn't these women realize that they were the role models for this impressionable younger generation? How could they behave so...slutty? It was the only word for their actions and it boggled the Amazon's mind.
"Great Hera!" Diana mumbled softly to herself in the car, "What is going on here?"
As she continued her way down the street, she slowed her car down so she could better observe these strange women with their very high heels, revealing clothing & extravagant hair, wearing makeup that was more suited for a night out clubbing, as Cassie called it, and outrageous figures. A sudden thought hit her. She had not seen a single rain-thin or unattractive woman since she entered Cutter Creek!
Continuing to drive on at a slow pace, Diana finally reached what had to be the 'business district' of downtown Cutter Creek. There were some shops that catered to men, such as Sonny Jim's Fish and Tackle or Big Ted's Guns and Ammo, not to mention six bars on the main drag of the city, but most of the shops catered to women, Diana found. There were at least a half dozen baby stores, three daycare centers, numerous clothing boutiques, a large salon and spa and a wedding planner. This was the epicenter for women in Cutter Creek. They all minced, strutted and sashayed their way in and out of the businesses and Diana figured that a backwards, strange community like this would really play up a woman's role in being a wife and mother rather than a strong-willed, independent woman in society.
Pulling to a stop at an intersection at the next set of lights in front of her turned red, Diana noted that this part of the small town had more activity on the roads than the sidewalk. For the first time since passing into the town, other cars flanked her on the street, pickup trucks mainly. With that in mind, Diana strained herself to look around and see if one of them might be the same truck driven by the rude young man that had nearly tried to run her off the road and then laughed like a hyena when his buxom little friend flashed her breasts at her. Unfortunately, she didn't see that specific truck, but there were other men with equally buxom female passengers, as if it were a common trend. There was even one such driver directly across the intersection from her, and at first glance he appeared to be alone. However, Diana then noticed the odd, blissful expression on his face and then, much to her shock, she caught sight of a clearly female head, with a mass of black curls, bobbing up and down over his lap. Diana couldn't believe it, and thought she should do something, call attention to this blatantly lewd act, but the light turned green at that moment and the driver of the truck behind her honked his horn, ordering her to get moving and Diana nearly jumped out of her driver-side chair in shock at the sexual act happening right in front of her in broad daylight.
Diana looked in her rearview mirror at the truck behind her, and saw that it was filled with boys not much older than Cassie that were pointing at her and laughing. Rather than let this get to her, Diana pulled out into traffic, her eyes firmly set forward to try her best to ignore the voluptuous women and rude men that populated Cutter Creek. She made a silent prayer to Hera, hoping beyond hope that Donna Troy was not in this place. She would have never come to Cutter Creek, and if she did, would have left immediately. It was the type of girl that Donna was. There was no way that Donna would have ever been able to deal with these whorish women!
**********
Across town in the mayoral mansion, a certain former Amazon, now named Donna Jean screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Oh, yeaaaaahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh! So good!" she cried out, as the man on top of her rammed his erect cock into her willing pussy. Donna Jean met every single one of his hard, relentless thrusts with equal passion and a deep, deep lust that had been growing in her ever since she had come to Cutter Creek. The former Amazon's huge, soft tits jiggled with each mighty pump when they weren't plastered to the man's chest and Donna Jean couldn't help but moan in response, "Fuck yer Donna Jean silly, big boy! Oooooooh, yes! Yer cock feels so good in my slutty cunt!"
Next Chapters
Or add your own