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Occupy My Ass



By Jen Harker




Copyright © 2013 Dominant Other Press


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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are above the age of eighteen, and all sexual acts depicted are consensual.



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Everyone scattered when the riot gas canister landed in their midst. One moment Joe was marching proudly with his fellow Occupiers, protest signs held aloft, proclaiming themselves to be members of the majority disenfranchised, and the next he was coughing and sputtering, holding the edge of his ragged t-shirt over his mouth and nose, exposing his skinny, almost hairless chest and abs. He ran blindly, trying to see through stinging eyes well enough to avoid the adrenaline-charged riot cops with their pepper-spray, handcuffs, and plastic shields. There had been no warning, no command to disperse, no hint of impending action -- just the sudden launching of tear gas cannisters and the protesters' orderly march had degenerated into an all-out scramble to evade the encroaching wall of police.

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