This is a sexual story copyrighted by me, Shon Richards, so 
please don't make any money from it.  I welcome, read and respond to all 
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	This is the first part of the FINAL story involving the rivalry of 
Amy and Bethany.  There will never be another Thigh Vs. Thigh and after 
this story is over, you will understand why there can't be any sequels.  
No prequels either, so please don't ask for Thigh Vs. Thigh, Episode 
One.

	I've enjoyed writing this series and want to thank the fans that 
wrote me while working on this weekly series.  I'm proud to have 
provided an alternate to the normal kind of sex story every week.  There 
just isn't enough action/adventure/sci-fi entertainment in sex these 
days.

	For more stories of Amy and Bethany, check out 
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"The Good, the Ass and the Busty"
Part 1- "For a Few Prototypes More"
By Shon Richards

	Bethany Taylor was impressed.  As she walked through the 
laboratories of the computer giant, MacroHard, Bethany noted all of the 
security upgrades they had installed since the last time she had broken 
in.  Retinal scanners, hidden lasers and roving two-man patrols were 
just some of the long overdue improvements.  Bethany thought this place 
might actually be a challenge.

	MacroHard was a computer company that viciously destroyed smaller 
computer companies and absorbed their technology.  Unfortunately for 
them, Diligent Enterprises, Bethany's employers, would then steal from 
MacroHard whatever they developed.  It was cheaper for Diligent 
Enterprises and it kept MacroHard the center of any anti-trust 
lawsuits.  

	Bethany stopped by one of the many security posters and chuckled.  
It had an illustration of a blonde kneeling in front of a security 
guard with a naughty look on her face.  The caption read "Remember!  A 
moment in the mouth is a lifetime in the unemployment line!"

	The poster was typical of what the espionage agent had seen so 
far.  Bethany and her rival at Paragon Industries, Amy Valentine, had 
raided this company so many times, their methods of seduction and 
violence had become old hat.  She had even heard a rumor that the head 
scientists were given sex-drive suppressant drugs to help them resist 
temptation.  

	Bethany smiled.  She didn't think any sex drive suppressant was 
going to slow her down.  The agent was a beautiful blonde after all.  
Her massive breasts heaved against the buttons of her white shirt and 
it wasn't a mistake that she wore a vibrant pink bra underneath her 
shirt.  The pink of the bra was clearly visible and let everyone know 
that a moment on the lips would certainly be worth it.

	"Hello Bethany, ready to start your shift?" Harry, the guard 
asked her.

	"Yep," Bethany answered, running her security badge through the 
scanner.

	The espionage agent had a simple philosophy.  Always attack a 
company through where they cut corners.  After spending thousands on 
the new security devices MacroHard out to outsource their security 
guards.  It was much easier to infiltrate a second rate security 
company than it was to infiltrate a big time computer giant.

	Now all she had to do was use her clearance to find the FistBuddy 
Mark 3.  After Paragon Industries stole the prototype for the first 
FistBuddy, MacroHard had been working overtime to create a better 
version.  Bethany had heard that this version could program your VCR, 
check the air for Anthrax and had a few vibration settings that were 
quite popular.

	It wouldn't be easy to steal the latest prototype with the 
heightened security but that was why they paid industrial espionage 
agents like Bethany the big paychecks.  She wanted to buy another yacht 
to use on the weekends.

~~~

	Amy Valentine could tell that MacroHard founder and chief 
scientist, William Doors was checking out her ass again.  Why wouldn't 
he?  She had ditched her lab pants in favor of tiny shorts on the 
premise that the lab was cold.  Now it looked like her lab coat was the 
only thing covering her tight ass while her long lovely legs were shown 
in all their glory.  She had even let down her long brown hair so that 
its length would draw more attention to her backside.  

	She heard him drop another screwdriver and Amy laughed.  This was 
an easy job.  MacroHard had upgraded their security since the last time 
she had been here, but it was amazing what a flu outbreak among the lab 
scientists could do for promoting a newly hired assistant to the top 
lab.  Amy Valentine was working in the same lab as the FistBuddy Mark 3 
prototype on the eve of its unveiling.  She was one fuck away from 
cashing in and getting that greenhouse she's wanted to build.

	"Amy," William Doors said from behind her.  She looked over her 
shoulder to see him standing behind her and staring right at her ass.

	"Yes, Mr. Doors?" Amy asked sweetly.

	"I don't understand it but I can't help looking at your ass," the 
brilliant inventor said.

	"Is it because of the sex drive suppressants that you are 
confused?" Amy asked.  She hadn't turned around.

	"Yes," Mr. Doors groaned.  "I had improper relations with my last 
assistant, a gorgeous blonde with a huge rack, but she was really a 
spy.  I ordered the suppressants so it would never happen again when I 
was working on a big project.  Yet for some reason, it doesn't seem to 
be working."

	Amy shrugged and her coat rode up her shorts with the shoulder 
motion.  "It might have something to do with the fact that Paragon 
Industries makes the suppressant," Amy offered.  "They also make the 
antidote in an easy to spray perfume."

	Mr. Doors wasn't listening.  He knelt down and stared at Amy's oh 
so tight shorts.

	"In fact, the antidote has the side effect of increasing the sex 
drive," Amy continued.  She unzipped her shorts and began to wiggle.  
Before Mr. Door's astonished eyes, Amy's shorts fell to reveal the 
tightest, most perfect ass.

	"Want a bite?" Amy asked.

	He did.  Amy squealed as his hungry mouth bit her buttocks 
tenderly.  She grabbed the table edge as his teeth left marks on her 
tight ass.  His mouth roamed as he tried to taste every inch of her fit 
backside.  Amy squirmed in place as the deprived scientist tried to 
sate his unleashed libido.

	She decided to take advantage of his raging hormones.  The 
brunette turned around.  Mr. Doors didn't stop in his nibbling; he just 
kept biting her ass, her hips and then inside her thighs.  As Amy sat 
on the table behind her William plunged into the delta before him.  His 
sex-obsessed mind pushed him deep into Amy's sex, trying to taste, 
nibble and bite away his incessant hunger.

	"Oh shit!" Amy groaned as Mr. Doors' crazed mouth explored her.  
Her thighs tightened around his head and she heard his glasses crack.  
They didn't care.  William quickly whipped the remains of his glasses 
off as he continued to lick.  

	Amy pushed her sex tighter against William as the inventor's 
tongue searched deeper and deeper.  With his sex drive revived, he just 
had to immerse himself in the taste and smell of a woman.  His tongue 
tapped her clitoris as he desperately sought more of the sweet juice of 
her desire.

	"I love my job!" Amy screamed as she climaxed.

~~~

	Bethany waited patiently as the hand scanner confirmed her 
identity.  She spent her time watching the television screen on the 
guard's desk.  MacroHard had hundreds of televisions around the lab.  
The company had every set locked on the news channels so that the 
employees could keep up with all the anti-trust lawsuits.  MacroHard 
felt that nothing motivated employees to work faster than impending 
unemployment.

	The door opened and Bethany walked in.  The central lab was just 
how she remembered it.  Here were the mirror cabinets.  Here was the 
calendar with puppies.  Lying on the floor was William Doors.  His eyes 
were glazed with lust and his face was shiny from something other than 
sweat.
  
	Just like she remembered it. 

	Bethany stepped over the moaning inventor and headed for where 
the prototype would be stored. Where the prototype was supposed to be 
was an empty spot.  The blonde had a pretty good idea of what had 
happened.

	"Amy," she hissed.

	"Yes!" Mr. Doors snapped.  "It was Amy!  My lab assistant seduced 
me and stole the FistBuddy!"

	Bethany looked at the bulge in the inventor's pants and the lack 
of glasses on his face.  He didn't even recognize her.  Against her 
will, she was impressed with Amy.  The girl had seduced the guy without 
even taking his pants off.

	"I'll report the theft," Bethany said; picking up the phone.  If 
she couldn't have it, then she wasn't going to let Amy get away without 
a fight.

	"No worries," Mr. Doors said.  "That was just the decoy 
prototype.  It is set to self-destruct every thirty minutes unless I 
press a button on my watch.  We do all of our work on it during the day 
and at night, the night shift copies our improvements onto the real 
prototype in the vault."

	Bethany put down the phone and smiled.  She walked closer to Mr. 
Doors and slowly began to undo the buttons on her shirt.  Despite his 
poor vision, the inventor could see the approaching moons of her chest.

	"What are you doing?" he asked as Bethany stripped off her shirt.  
Her pink bra jiggled as she walked.  His unrestrained libido was 
straining against his pants.

	"I'm going to get the combination from the vault," Bethany told 
him.  "Don't you remember me?"

	In an instant, Mr. Doors did.  This was the top-heavy beauty that 
stole his last prototype!  The one with the big hooters!  The one with 
the soft, warm, luscious, abundant breasts that he drowned in last 
time!

	He needed no invitation.  William plunged his wet face into her 
breasts and his mouth bit through the flimsy pink bra.  In seconds he 
ripped the material with his teeth as he sought her even pinker 
nipples.  Once his lips found one of the sacred nipples, he groaned 
happily.

	Bethany reached into his pants and unzipped him.  She didn't 
remember him being quite this easy, but she wasn't complaining.  It 
looked like the rumors of a sex drive suppressant was just a rumor 
after all.  The thick hard rod she felt in her hand sure as Hell didn't 
fell suppressed!

	"The combination?" Bethany asked as she stroked him.  His cock 
was pulsing under her fingers.  

	She could barely hear his answer, buried as he was in her chest.  
Fortunately for Bethany, she was used to understanding people muffled 
by her tits.  He rattled off a twenty-digit combination that she 
memorized instantly.

	Meanwhile, William's libido went into overdrive.  His hips began 
to buckle as he tried to fulfill the primal urge.  Bethany lost her 
grip on his cock due to his frantic thrusting but the scientist wasn't 
accepting excuses.  Driven by his need to climax, he grabbed Bethany's 
shoulders and pushed her straight down.  Bethany laughed as she knelt 
before his cock but quit laughing as his cock spontaneously erupted 
without touching her!  She narrowly missed catching a stream of cum to 
the face but her breasts and shredded bra weren't so lucky.  After a 
dozen spurts her tits were soaked in his sticky seed.

	That was when William fainted.

	"Well damn, that's going to be a bitch to clean," Bethany said.  
This was worse than that gangbang in Chile.  


~~~

	Amy stood quietly as the security guard patted her down.  The 
guard was deliberately not making eye contact, obviously terrified of 
being seduced by a possible spy.  The brunette was toying with the idea 
of fucking the guard just to see if she still had it when something 
annoying happened.  Her shorts were smoking.

	"Ma'am?" the guard asked as he looked down at her shorts.

	Amy broke her personal record for speed stripping when she 
removed her shorts.  Tucked between her thighs was the FistBuddy 3 
prototype and it was rapidly self-destructing.  Amy tossed the melting 
computer into the wastebasket just before it exploded.  It would have 
given a new meaning to the term "hot pants."

	 "What was that?" the guard stupidly asked.

	"It wasn't my vibrator dumb ass!" Amy snapped before felling the 
guard with a sharp blow to the neck.

	Amy ran back to the main lab, not bothering to put on her shorts.  
She burst through the door to find William collapsed on the ground.  As 
she approached him she noticed that there was shreds of pink material 
everywhere.  Her analytical mind assessed that whatever was shredded, 
it had to be huge; like a flag, or a tablecloth or a bra for a really 
busty woman.

	"Bethany," Amy hissed.  She stomped over to the collapsed 
inventor and started slapping him lightly on the face.

	"Wake up, William!"  Amy said as she slapped him.  "They've 
stolen the FistBuddy again!"

	In a dazed stupor, William mumbled, "Its okay, I added a tracking 
device in case it got stolen."

	Amy slapped him again.  "Where's the tracker?"

	"Its in my watch," William said.  As blood slowly returned to his 
head, he realized who he was talking to.  "Hey, you stole the decoy!"

	Amy's next slap changed into a fist as she punched him out.  
William collapsed back to the ground and Amy stripped off his watch.  
The tracking feature was easy to understand and she got a homing signal 
quickly.

	"Wow, a decoy and a tracking function," Amy said.  "Too bad you 
can't put this many backup features into your operating systems."

~~~

	Bethany Taylor stood in front of the television monitor in shock.  
The prototype was humming in her bra but she didn't care.  She knew she 
was drawing attention from the other guards because she was just 
standing there watching the screen but it didn't matter.  Nothing 
mattered any more.

	When a charging Amy tackled her to the ground, Bethany didn't 
even resist.  The pantless brunette straddled Bethany's waist and 
shouted insults at her.  Bethany didn't fight her off when Amy reached 
inside her bra and pulled out the prototype.  

	"What the Hell is wrong with you?" Amy asked.  

	Bethany pointed to the television.

	"Once again for those just joining us, the mega corporation of 
Diligent Enterprises, which is an owner of this network, was revealed 
today in an anonymous package that was mailed to every news 
organization and federal agency to have had illegal dealings with every 
president, congressman and governor dating back to Lincoln!  The 
package contained evidence, footnotes, tapes and documented proof 
pertaining to bribery and favorable legislation for the company.  
Politicians are demanding immediate investigations and promise a full 
inquiry.  Diligent enterprises spokesmen had no comment at this time 
and Wall Street has been working over time to sell as much Diligent 
stock as possible.  In unrelated news, the current president just 
declared war on another unpopular country."

	"Fucking A," Amy said.  "Your company is grass."

	"Tell me about it," Bethany said.  She still couldn't believe it.  
One minute she was stealing high tech secrets, the next she is out of a 
job.  

	"Well, you won't be needing this," Amy said as she tucked the 
real prototype into her pocket.  "I guess I should say something witty 
and cutting to celebrate my company's final victory over yours, but you 
know what?  I'm too busy.  Having a job is like that.  Look on the 
bright side, maybe MacroHard is hiring."

Epilogue~

	Later Bethany returned to her apartment.  She had tried to go to 
the corporate office but it was a crime scene from the half dozen 
executives who had jumped from their windows.  All she wanted to do now 
was kick off her clothes and take a long hot bath.  

	Inside her door was a package.  Bethany paused as she wondered 
how it got inside her door.  She wondered if it was a trap, sent by 
some surviving Diligent executive who wanted to cut down on the list of 
potential witnesses.  Bethany decided that one last death threat might 
be fun to deal with.

Bethany carefully opened the package and discovered it only had a 
pair of sunglasses.  It didn't appear to have a bomb or contain a 
deadly poison, so the blonde tried them on.  

She stood still in her hallway for about five minutes.

"Well fuck," Bethany swore as she whipped off the glasses.  "That 
changes everything."   

She stormed back out her door.

To be continued