Girls of the Mean Streets
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Sara & Melanie vs. teenage bad girls


The old man shuffled slowly down the alley, eating food from a paper plate as
he walked. Homeless for fifteen years, everything about him showed it, from
his torn coat to the empty look in his eyes.

A short distance away, three attractive and athletic teenage girls stood
waiting. Each was dressed in skintight black pants and equally tight dark top.
Long black leather gloves covered their hands and forearms. All three had slim
waists and muscular but feminine figures.

"There," said Kelly, one of the girls, nudging her two friends and pointing at
the old man. Kelly was a 5'7", 135-pound Asian beauty with shoulder-length
jet-black hair. She was captain of her high school softball team and had a
throwing arm that was as good as that of the male quarterback on the football
team.

Claudia, the second girl, grinned wickedly and turned on a small video camera.
Claudia was an exotic Latina hottie with long dark brown hair and a deep tan.
She stood 5'6" and 125 pounds, was the captain of the high school girls'
soccer team, and was well-known for having the best legs on campus.

The third girl, Candice, smirked as she looked at the scrawny old man. Candice
was a stunning blonde with shoulder-length hair and deep blue eyes. Her
presence was tall and commanding at 5'9" and 140 pounds. She was captain of
the girls' volleyball team and was capable of an extremely crowd-pleasing move
where she would backflip kick the ball over the net.

"Let's do it," snickered Candice. All three girls pulled black ski masks over
their elegant faces. Claudia raised her video camera.

The old man heard footsteps and looked up in fear as his sad eyes took in the
sight of three masked girls. "What are you doing?" he cried out.

"Waiting for you, old man," said Claudia in her slight Spanish accent, with a
cold but sexy smile.

"So, got yourself some dinner there?" said Kelly, knocking the bum's plate
into the dirt with a swift kick. The man cried out in protest, but did nothing
more.

Candice's long leg came up in a cheerleader-style high kick, striking the old
man in the face. Blood sprayed into the air from the strength of the impact.
Kelly then laid into him with a one-two punch combination that broke his nose
and blackened one of his eyes. The two girls took turns pummeling their
helpless victim as Claudia continued taping them. Finally, a vicious aerial
cartwheel kick to the man's head from Kelly knocked him down. All three girls
began kicking him with their powerful, martial-arts trained legs.

Candice targeted his groin area, pulverizing his genitals. Kelly focused on
his midsection, breaking ribs and sending fragments of bone into his lungs.
Claudia fired kick after kick from her soccer legs directly to his head. The
old man cried feebly for help, his whimpers gradually becoming fainter.

* * *

"Feeling better?" police lieutenant Sara Ramos asked her best friend, Melanie
O'Connor. The two women were standing behind the counter at a soup kitchen,
doling out food to the homeless.

The two ladies' friendship was an unusual one, as Sara was law enforcement and
Melanie was a former professional assassin. Although Melanie had "reformed",
in a way (she, along with Sara, still killed evil people), she still felt
guilty about some of the things she had done in the past. Sara had suggested
coming to the soup kitchen to help her conscience.

"It's helping," Melanie answered, smiling at her friend. "Thanks for the
suggestion."

When the last person in line had been served, Sara wiped her forehead and
said, "It's getting hot in here. Let's go outside for a bit and get some fresh
air."

The women headed outside and paused a few yards from the doorway to stand and
talk. They made quite a pretty picture. Sara had dark brown hair and eyes and
olive skin that showed her Latina heritage. She stood at 5'7" and 132 pounds.
Melanie was just a little taller at 5'9" and 135 pounds. She had blonde hair,
blue eyes, and an equally dark tan. Both ladies had muscular but feminine
bodies.

Suddenly, an old homeless woman hurried up to them, shouting. "Please! Someone
help!"

"What's the matter?" asked Sara in a concerned voice. The old woman did not
speak and instead headed off down the alley, motioning for the younger ladies
to follow her.

Coming around a corner, Sara and Melanie gasped in shock when they saw the
battered and bloody body of an old homeless man lying on the ground. Sara
knelt over him.

"Is he..." began Melanie.

"Yes, he's dead. Looks like kicks to his head broke his skull. And the
internal damage from what must have been kicks to his ribs probably would have
been fatal too. His groin also seems to have been savagely attacked."

"Who would do something like this?" cried the old homeless woman.

"That's what we're going to find out," said Melanie in a determined voice.

"Are you cops?" asked the homeless woman.

"She is," said Melanie. "But we've worked together in the past."

Sara made a quick call from her cell phone and within five minutes four police
cars and a van from the morgue appeared on the scene. Before they arrived, she
questioned the old woman, who could tell nothing other than just finding the
body and hearing a powerful engine roaring off in the distance.

Meanwhile, Melanie began looking around, being careful not to disturb
anything. Suddenly, she let out a shout. "Look!" Sara and the old woman
followed the blonde's pointed finger and saw a clear footprint in the dirt.

"Could be from the attacker, or one of them if there was more than one," said
Melanie.

"Could be," agreed Sara. She went over for a closer look. "That's an unusual
shoe pattern. I've never seen it before. The detectives can take a cast of it
and try to trace it."

* * *

Meanwhile, several miles away...

Candice drove her black Mercedes, a present from her father for her 16th
birthday, through the dark streets, the car's V-8 engine powering it at high
speed. Kelly rode shotgun, and Claudia was fiddling with the video camera in
the back seat. All three girls were rich and spoiled and had received cars
from their dads on their 16th birthdays. Kelly had a silver Lexus and Claudia
had a black BMW.

"That was great," laughed Kelly. "This was what, the seventh bum we've done,
and it's still not getting old."

"We really popped him some good ones," agreed Candice.

"This video is going to be sweet," Claudia chimed in.

Candice pulled the Mercedes into her driveway. The girls piled out and entered
the large two-story mansion. Candice's mother was dead and her father was away
on a business trip. They had hired help to clean the house and take care of
the grounds, but as they had no live-in domestic staff the girls had the
mansion to themselves.

Claudia began hooking up the video to the 50-inch plasma TV. Candice opened
the liquor cabinet with her father's key and took out a supply of booze, while
Kelly put a pizza in the microwave.

The girls enjoyed pizza and beer as they laughed at the video of themselves
brutalizing their helpless victim. "You think he died?" wondered Kelly.

"After the kicks our muscular legs gave him? I bet he did," said Claudia.

"Another piece of homeless trash taken off the streets," said Candice as the
video ended. "Come on, let's change into our bikinis and go for a dip in the
pool."

* * *

"I see a lot in my job, but this really gets to you," said Sara. She and
Melanie were having lunch at a small diner and discussing the murder of the
poor helpless homeless man that had taken place the night before.

The blonde had a guilty look on her attractive face. "I used to do stuff like
this..."

"Don't say that, Mel," said Sara, squeezing her friend's shoulder. "You killed
drug dealers and Mafia men. You didn't go around randomly killing innocent
people."

"Still, I feel like I have to help you solve this."

"But of course. We're in this together, like always."

Sara's cell phone suddenly rang loudly. Trying to ignore the annoyed glares of
the other customers, she stepped outside to take the call. Melanie tossed a
bill on the table and followed her.

"Really? Are you sure?" Sara was saying into her phone. "All right, thanks for
the update." She turned to her friend. "That was the police lab. They got some
info off the shoe print. First of all, it's an expensive model - goes for over
$250. Second, although it's not all that common, enough stores still carry it
that it'll be next to impossible to trace an individual buyer through that.
And finally - here's the most interesting part. It's a women's shoe."

"Wow," said Melanie. "You mean a girl - or girls - did all that?"

"Well, look at us...we're girls and we can kick major ass." Both women smiled
as Sara said that.

"At least now we have some idea of what we're up against," said the blonde.
"Rich girls with major ass-kicking skills."

"I'm going to do some research when I get back to the station. See if there
have been any similar incidents." Sara looked at her watch. "Damn, I'm already
late. See you later, Mel."

* * *

The old man poked through the dumpster, looking for bottles, cans, leftover
food, anything that could feed him or buy him some food. He found two aluminum
soda cans and put them in his makeshift bag. Suddenly, he heard footsteps
approaching. Whirling around, he saw three girls in ski masks bearing down on
him rapidly.

The bum reached under his coat and pulled out a revolver. Pointing it at the
girls, he blustered, "I've heard about the dead bodies around here. Don't come
any closer or I'll shoot." He tried to sound brave, but his voice and hand
were both shaking.

Kelly raised her hands in the air and Claudia, holding the video camera,
stepped back hesitantly, but Candice strode forward aggressively. "What are
you going to do, old man, shoot unarmed girls?"

The homeless man's gun hand shook even more. Candice came closer. As soon as
she was within striking distance, she lashed out with a lightning-fast
crescent kick that sent the gun flying out of the man's hand and into the air.
With her excellent reflexes, she caught the revolver easily and pointed it at
him. Claudia and Kelly, who had been breathing fast, relaxed and stepped
forward as well.

"Shoe's on the other foot now, huh, loser," Candice sneered. "I knew you
didn't have the balls to shoot us, cocksucker." She kept the gun trained
squarely on his heart.

"Speaking of shoes and balls," said Claudia. In a sudden move, she delivered a
swift soccer kick right to his crotch. The bum screamed in pain and collapsed
to the ground, clutching his wounded family jewels. All three girls broke into
hysterical laughter.

"Get up, pussy," smirked Kelly. The man only groaned.

Candice aimed her gun. "If you don't get up in ten seconds, I'll blow your
fucking head off. Now try and be a man!"

With another groan, the bum slowly tried picking himself up. He got to his
feet on the count of nine. Candice smiled, then performed one of her trademark
volleyball backflip kicks on him, instantly knocking him to the ground again.
"What a wimp," she laughed. "I didn't even use my full strength on that kick.
If I had, your neck would be broken. Come on, girls, let's have at him." With
that, Candice and Kelly began kicking and stomping the old man as he was down,
while Claudia filmed them. The girls' attacks broke bones and crippled
internal organs.

When Candice and Kelly finally stopped, Claudia stepped forward. "Allow me,"
she grinned, handing the camera to Kelly. Claudia then performed a perfect
standing back tuck, all 125 pounds of her landing right on the homeless man's
spine. The distinctive sound of bone crunching was heard. He was now paralyzed
from the waist down.

"I'll put him out of his misery," said Candice. She raised her left leg in a
full 180-degree standing split, then brought it down with tremendous force
onto the man's head. The force of the impact easily shattered his skull.
Blood, bone, and brain matter sprayed everywhere.

"Shit, now I've got brain goo on my black leather pants," said Kelly.

"No sweat," Candice replied. "I'll pay for your dry cleaning." The girls
smiled.

"What about that?" asked Claudia, indicating the gun.

Candice took a closer look at the weapon. "Rusty old piece of crap," she
proclaimed. "I've got a much better one in my bedroom drawer, anyway. Shiny
new .357 magnum. I guess we'll just throw this one away. Unless one of you
wants it?"

"Don't need it," laughed Claudia. "I bought a mini-Uzi from that guy who sells
contraband behind the high school. Full auto and it fits in my purse."

"Me neither," Kelly added. "My dad got me a Smith & Wesson .45 for my 17th
birthday."

Candice expertly removed the bullets from the revolver with her gloved hands,
then tossed the gun and the bullets into separate dumpsters. The girls then
started off, leaving the undignified corpse of the poor dead homeless man
behind them.

* * *

Sara, Melanie, and several uniformed police officers were at the new crime
scene. One officer carefully retrieved the rusty revolver from a dumpster.
"Think he was shot in the head with this, Lieutenant?" he asked Sara.

"Not with this," the brunette detective answered. "This is only a .32 caliber
revolver. It can't have done that kind of massive damage to this poor
bastard's skull. A very large caliber weapon could, but from the way this
wound looks it appears that he was killed with an axe kick."

"Athletic villainess," murmured Melanie to herself.

"What did you say?" asked one of the other cops.

"Oh, nothing." She stepped closer to Sara and leaned in. "They're getting
gorier."

Sara nodded.

"What did you find out from your research?" the blonde whispered.

"Seven similar incidents before this one, including the murder last night. The
first two were vicious beatings, but the bums survived. After that, though,
the next five - excuse me, six (she looked down at the current corpse) - they
all died. They all took place in this area of town. Skid Row. All homeless
victims, all male, mostly older. Never any witnesses, just bodies being
found."

"That may have just changed," came a new voice. The women looked up. Another
officer was standing there. A shorter figure was hidden behind him.

"What do you mean by that, Sergeant?" Sara asked the speaker.

The short figure stepped out, revealing himself to be another homeless man.
"While I was looking around the alley for evidence, this guy came up to me,"
the sergeant began. "He asked what all us cops were doing here and when I told
him, he said he might be able to help us."

"What have you seen?" asked Melanie.

"It ain't much," said the homeless man. His voice was nervous. "I don't know
how much it'll help, but I'll tell you what I can. Several weeks ago, while I
was looking for bottles I heard this noise and went to investigate. I saw
these four figures beating on another person. One of them was videotaping the
whole thing. When I got a little closer I saw they were wearing masks, and...
and...they were girls. Four girls beating up a guy. When they were done
hitting him they got into this black Mercedes and drove away. I couldn't see
the license plate. I went up to the guy they beat up. He was unconscious, but
he was breathing okay, so I didn't say nuthin to nobody. I was scared."

"Every little bit of information helps," said Sara. "And don't worry, you've
been very helpful. Thank you."

The sergeant escorted the homeless man away to make a formal statement. Alone
now, the ladies looked at each other.

"Four of them, two of us," said Sara.

"Eh, we can take 'em." Melanie tossed her blonde hair confidently.

"Four..."

* * *

Claudia and Kelly, clad in bikinis, strolled through the well-kept gardens of
Candice's father's back yard. Kelly's C-cup breasts and Claudia's B-cups both
looked beautiful.

"How often do you think about...*her*?" Kelly asked.

Claudia looked over at one particular stone bench in the yard. "Nowadays? Only
when I go by that bench, really. I've mostly pushed it out of my mind."

"It was too bad we had to do it..." sighed Kelly.

"Hey, it's not like I liked it," said Claudia. "Not the way I like whaling on
those bums. But we had to do it. It was her or us. If she talked to anyone we
would have had it."

Candice, dressed in a dark blue bikini that showed off her C-cups, came up to
them, looking upset. "What's the matter, C?" inquired Kelly.

"I just found out my dad gave another $100,000 to some do-gooder 'Save the
Homeless' mission. Like he hasn't given away enough of my inheritance
already."

"I know how that feels," Kelly said. "Last month my dad gave 50 grand to some
missionaries in Africa. Like throwing more money at that hellhole is going to
be any different from all the other times people threw money there and it
didn't help."

"Yeah," agreed Claudia. "You know what my mom did once? The night janitor at
her company, when his car broke down and couldn't be fixed, she bought him a
new car! I mean, yeah, Daddy bought me a new car too, but treating a fucking
janitor the same as you treat your own daughter? Fuck that."

"Parents!" sighed Candice. The girls laughed. "So, what were you two talking
about?"

"Alana," said Claudia, quietly.

A wistful look appeared on Candice's face. "The four of us made such a great
team. Too bad she had to go soft on us. And lucky we stopped her before she
could squeal on us." All three girls looked down at the ground, memories
flooding through their minds.

"I know what'll take our minds off this," Kelly announced finally. She held up
a bag of white powder. "I bought this from the contraband dude behind the high
school. This is top-quality cocaine. And I got a good deal on it, too."

* * *

"Three days!" sighed Melanie. "Three whole days, and no new evidence." The two
women were driving around Skid Row in Sara's car, looking for anything that
might help them.

"Detective work takes patience, Mel," said Sara.

"Guess that's why I'm not a detective," Melanie laughed. "But you're right, I
do have an impatient personali - hello! Maybe that might not matter after
all." She broke off and stared at something.

"What do you see?"

"Take a look at that."

Sara's eye followed Melanie's pointed finger to three pretty, well-dressed
teenage girls. The girls, laughing and talking to each other, made their way
to a silver Lexus, climbed in, and drove off. Sara discreetly began following
them.

"They do fit the description. Right age, and since they were wearing tight
clothes I can tell they're athletic and muscular. Strong enough to have done
it," Sara remarked as she drove.

"And rich girls have no reason to be in this neighborhood," Melanie continued.
"Unless, perhaps, they were scouting out new targets."

"But the car was supposed to be a black Mercedes, and this is a silver Lexus."

"And there were supposed to be four of them. Where's the fourth girl?"

"Still, it's the best lead we've got so far. I'll try to run a trace on the
vehicle."

They followed the three girls for twenty minutes, as they drove out of the
poor neighborhoods, through a middle-class area, and finally into the land of
the rich. Mansions and gardens lined the streets. Luckily for Sara and
Melanie, traffic was heavy enough that they were not noticed, but not so heavy
that they might be in danger of losing their quarry.

By the time the Lexus parked in the driveway of one of the mansions, the trace
had come back over the police radio. "The car is registered to a Miss Kelly
Park, age 18," proclaimed Sara. The girls entered the big house as the older
women watched and talked.

"*She* owns it and not her mom?" said Melanie. "Damn, I wish I'd had a Lexus
when I was a teenager. These rich kids, being handed everything on a silver
platter. I mean, *we're* rich, but we *earned* our money. And we're old and
wise enough to behave responsibly with it."

"Gotta agree," Sara nodded. "Nothing wrong with being rich, but it's unhealthy
to become rich just by inheriting money. That usually leads to a lot of
problems."

"So now what do we do?" asked Melanie. "We don't have enough evidence to take
them in."

"Well, if these are the girls who have been doing it, they'll try to do it
again," answered Sara. "And when they try, we'll follow them and hopefully
catch them red-handed."

The women parked the car in a strategically concealed location and staked out
the house. Two hours later, their patience was rewarded when the three girls
came out, again piled into the Lexus, and drove off. Again Sara and Melanie
carefully followed them.

"I feel sure it's them," said Sara. "It's a gut feeling, a bloodhound feeling.
But where is that fourth girl?"

This time, the girls drove for less than five minutes before pulling into the
driveway of another mansion. And in this driveway, next to the newly parked
Lexus, sat a black Mercedes. The older women looked at each other in triumph
as the girls went into the house.

"Now, if we can..." began Melanie.

"Wait, they're coming back out already!" said Sara. Sure enough, the three
young ladies reappeared and climbed into the black Mercedes. The smallest girl
was carrying a video camera.

"It is SO them!" said Melanie excitedly, feeling giddy like a little girl.

"Looks that way," Sara agreed as she once again began following her target.
"But where could that fourth girl be?"

"Maybe she's sick or something. Or maybe that witness was mistaken and thought
he saw four girls when there were only three. It was dark out and he was
scared."

As expected, the black Mercedes headed straight back towards Skid Row. Sara
and Melanie looked at each other eagerly. Was this going to be it?

* * *

Candice, Claudia, and Kelly, dressed in their trademark skintight black
leather attire, including their trademark long leather gloves, wandered
through the alleys of Skid Row, looking for a target. Finally Claudia pointed
and the girls pulled on their ski masks. It was a small, middle-aged homeless
man.

Candice stepped up and punched him right in the face, sending him staggering
backward. As soon as she hit him, however, a rustle came from behind a
dumpster. Sara and Melanie stepped out, cold but triumphant looks on their
attractive faces.

"Who the fuck are you?" demanded Claudia.

"This is Melanie O'Connor, and I'm Lieutenant Sara Ramos. *Police* Lieutenant
Sara Ramos."

"And you three are stone cold busted!" Melanie burst out. Sara gave her a
strange look. "Sorry, I've always wanted to say that ever since I saw that
movie about disco diva detectives."

The younger girls looked at each other and took off their masks. They slowly
began positioning themselves.

"What my friend means is that you're under arrest," said Sara.

"Like hell we are!" snapped Kelly. She launched herself through the air in a
flying kick straight at Sara. At the same time, Candice backflipped right at
Melanie in a gymnastic style attack. Claudia simply began taping with the
video camera. As all three girls were lethal martial arts experts, they
thought they could win easily. The homeless man, who had been as surprised as
the girls when Sara and Melanie popped out, quietly slunk away down the alley.

It was true that the teenage girls could have easily defeated and killed
regular cops in hand-to-hand combat. But Sara and Melanie had lethal fighting
skills of their own. Sara immediately performed a sideways aerial cartwheel,
causing Kelly's kick to impact a dumpster instead of her. Before Kelly could
recover, Sara smashed her elbow into the side of the younger girl's head, then
kicked her in the back, sending her flying several feet away.

Meanwhile, Melanie sidestepped to get out of Candice's path, then reached out
and did a judo throw on Candice's backflipping body, launching her into the
air. Candice used her skills to land neatly on her feet and got into a
fighting stance. The two women began trading punches. Each girl seemed about
equally strong and skilled. After landing a particularly strong punch to
Melanie's jaw, Candice swiftly followed up with a roundhouse kick to Melanie's
head, knocking her to her knees. The teenage vixen then viciously kneed her
victim in the face, knocking her down completely. Laughing sadistically,
Candice was about to perform her trademark lethal axe-kick on Melanie's head
when the older woman suddenly kicked her hard in the stomach. Candice was
wounded long enough for Melanie to athletically kip up to her feet.

Kelly leapt to her feet, raising her fists. Sara did a front tuck somersault
to bring her close to her opponent. Kelly greeted her with a strong punch to
her nose. As Sara staggered backward, Kelly kicked her in the chest, then
grabbed her and slammed her against a wall. Kelly's thick, well-muscled
forearm began choking off Sara's air. Never one to panic, Sara stomped hard on
Kelly's foot. The Asian girl let out a cry of pain and released Sara, who
immediately rammed her knee into Kelly's midsection, then viciously headbutted
her.

Candice tried a high crescent kick on her opponent, but Melanie ducked safely
under it. The older woman then balanced on her left leg and kicked Candice in
the face three times with her right in rapid succession. The teenage blonde
was knocked to the ground. A final kick to Candice's head from Melanie's
elegantly booted foot and she was out cold.

As soon as Candice went down, Claudia, now realizing that these ladies were no
pushovers like the wimpy males, charged Melanie, who expertly stopped the
charge by pivoting and lashing out with a powerful side kick. Claudia cried
out in pain after running into the outstretched leg. She punched Melanie in
the face. Melanie staggered backward, then let out a howl when Claudia's
roundhouse kick to her side cracked one of her ribs. "That's why they say I
have the best legs on campus," the Latina stunner smirked.

Unseen by any of the others, Candice opened her eyes and climbed slowly to her
feet. She began making her way quietly towards the black Mercedes.

"Think you're tough now?" hissed Sara as Kelly tried to recover from the
headbutt. Not giving her a chance, Sara performed a powerful uppercut on her,
then punched her in the face ten times in rapid succession. When she was
finished, she stepped back slightly and admired her bloody handiwork. Sara
then tensed her muscular body and did a perfect standing back handspring,
kicking Kelly in the face and knocking her unconscious. "That's what happens
when you pick on someone who can actually fight back instead of a weakling
male."

"Playtime's over, bitch," growled Melanie at Claudia, her side in great pain
from the cracked rib. She performed a lightning-fast spin kick on Claudia's
head. The brunette was sent spinning and bumped into a dumpster face first.
Melanie front handspringed over to her. Grabbing her, she spun her around to
face her. The blonde then drove her knee into Claudia's crotch, showing that
that move still worked on girls. As the Latina girl held her injured womanhood
in pain, Melanie did a perfect cartwheel. Her booted feet slammed into
Claudia's face one after the other, knocking her down and out. Melanie then
kicked the unconscious girl in the side, cracking one of her ribs. "Payback."

Suddenly, an engine started up, followed by the squeal of tires. Sara and
Melanie looked up in alarm and saw Candice driving away in the black Mercedes.
"Fuck," they said at exactly the same time. They looked at Sara's car, then at
Claudia and Kelly unconscious on the ground.

"I'll go," said Sara. "You need to get that rib looked at." She tossed Melanie
her backup gun and two pairs of handcuffs.

"I'll be okay," answered Melanie. "Go get that witch."

Sara leapt into her car and took off after Candice. Although her vehicle's V-6
engine was not as powerful as Candice's V-8, Sara's excellent driving skills
allowed her to keep up with the Mercedes. She wiped away the blood from her
nose, courtesy of Kelly's punch, as she drove.

* * *

Meanwhile, back in the alley, Melanie, trying to ignore the pain in her side,
handcuffed Claudia and Kelly, then waited for them to wake up, keeping the
small black pistol Sara had given her trained on them. A few minutes later,
Claudia stirred and opened her eyes. Kelly awoke thirty seconds after that.
Both teenage vixens growled in rage when they realized they were handcuffed.

"You two are under arrest on at least six counts of murder, three counts of
attempted murder, and two counts of aggravated assault," growled Melanie. "You
have the right to remain silent, but I strongly urge you to start talking,
because whether or not you cooperate could mean the difference between the
death penalty and life in prison."

Kelly and Claudia simply glared at her.

* * *

Candice headed straight for her mansion, planning to grab her trusty .357 from
her bedroom. She would ambush and kill Sara with it, then grab all the
evidence and flee town. She whipped the Mercedes into the driveway and charged
into the house.

Sara screeched to a stop close behind her, leaping out of her car just as
Candice was disappearing into the mansion. Sara drew her gun and advanced
cautiously after her.

* * *

Melanie was still working on Claudia and Kelly. "If you think you'll get off
with light sentences for killing the homeless, you'd better think again.
There's a growing political movement to support the homeless population, and
your jury's likely going to be a part of that."

"Political movement for the homeless? Smells more like a bowel movement to
me," muttered Kelly. Claudia snickered, while Melanie glared.

The blonde tried another angle. "That other girl just abandoned you two here
to get arrested. Some friend she was. You really want to let her get away with
that?"

Claudia, who had still been snickering, stopped and began nodding her head
slowly. "She's right," she said in a low voice.

"What kind of deal can we get?" asked Kelly.

"You give us everything we want, you can probably get life with parole in
twenty," Melanie replied. "Decide not to...lethal injection or life without
parole. If you don't cooperate you'll never taste freedom again."

"We talk, we'll be free at 38," said Claudia. "We'll at least have some of our
lives still ahead of us. All right, I'm willing to talk."

"Me too," Kelly added.

"Good," said Melanie, smiling in triumph. "Now I know you're Kelly. How about
the others?"

"I'm Claudia. The girl who ran away is Candice."

"What about the fourth girl?"

"Alana? You know about her?" said Kelly in alarm.

"Damn straight," said Melanie.

A faraway look came into Claudia's dark brown eyes. "We were rich girls, the
four of us. We had everything we wanted... except the most important thing of
all. The love of our parents. They were always away on business trips. Even
when they were home they never seemed to have time for us."

"So we went looking for adventure." Kelly took up the story. "Something to
fill the void in our lives. At first it was just drag racing and snorting
cocaine. But then we wanted a bigger thrill. We started attacking homeless
people. The first two we just beat up, but the third..."

"We all come from martial arts backgrounds," Claudia continued. "And I think
we were all a little annoyed with having to hold back when sparring in the
dojo. That night, with that guy...we just went all out. He didn't stand a
chance of survival."

"The next morning, Alana told us she just couldn't live with the guilt of what
she'd done," Kelly said. "She said she was going to go to the police and spill
the beans. We all pleaded with her not to. But she went on saying she was
going to tell."

"We were all at Candice's house, we had spent the night there." Claudia was
speaking again. "We had the house to ourselves. So when Alana was about to
send us all to prison, we knew what we had to do. Kelly distracted her and I
snuck up behind her and bopped her on the head and knocked her out. We took
her out to the pool. Then Candice held her under water until she drowned. We
thought about trying to make the whole thing look like an accident, but we
were afraid someone would ask the wrong questions and expose us. So we buried
her in Candice's back yard, covered the spot with concrete, and then put a
stone bench over it."

Melanie's mouth dropped open in shock. "You MURDERED her?!" she said. "Shit, I
thought she wasn't with you because she was sick or out of town or something."

"Wait. You mean you didn't know?" asked Kelly.

"We knew there were four girls at one time, that's all," Melanie answered. "We
didn't know what happened to the fourth girl. Not until now."

"MotherFUCKER!" shrilled Claudia. "You mean we confessed for NOTHING?!" Her
Latina temper was in full swing.

"Claud, chill," said Kelly. "We'll still get the out in twenty deal from the
DA. Anyway, six counts of murder, seven counts of murder, no big difference."

Melanie shook her head at the callousness of both girls. "One death is a
tragedy, a million deaths is a statistic. Stalin," she muttered to herself.
She then took out her cell phone to call Sara.

* * *

Sara, gun in hand, saw Candice finish running up the stairs and into a room.
She charged up after her. She pushed open the door of the room slowly...

...and was hit in the face with the door as Candice pushed it hard! Sara was
knocked to the plush carpet. Her gun sailed loose and over the balcony to land
on the first floor. Grunting and cursing, Sara kipped up to her feet and
charged into the bedroom.

Candice was reaching into a drawer for something. Knowing it was probably a
gun, Sara let out a feminine warrior cry and launched her athletic body though
the air, tackling Candice and wrestling her away from the drawer and onto the
luxurious bed.

The ladies struggled desperately. Candice suddenly punched Sara in the eye.
While the detective was momentarily stunned, the teenage blonde wrapped her
long, muscular, powerful legs around Sara's elegantly slim waist. Candice
turned on the full squeezing power. Sara felt herself being crushed.

"You're dead, bitch," growled Candice. "I'm going to flatten your ribs like a
pancake." Sara, weakening, knew she had to act fast. She punched Candice in
the mouth, then drove her elbow as hard as she could straight into the younger
girl's forehead. Candice cried out in pain and the grip from her lethal legs
loosened enough for Sara to escape.

Sara grabbed Candice by the hair and savagely kneed her in the face, releasing
a spray of blood. She then wrapped her thighs around her opponent's neck.
Although her legs weren't quite as long as Candice's, they were just as
muscular and powerful.

"My turn...to crush," said Sara, breathing hard, as she applied full power
with her gorgeous thighs. Candice's struggles slowly grew weaker. Soon she was
out cold. Sara was seriously tempted to choke her to death, but released her,
not wanting to become like the people she arrested.

Sara cuffed Candice's hands behind her back, then retrieved her gun from
downstairs. When she returned, Candice was just waking up. The blonde girl
glared up at Sara hatefully.

The detective's cell phone suddenly rang. "Hi, Melanie. Yeah, I got the bitch.
Yeah...oh, they talked? Good. Wait a minute. They did WHAT and buried her
WHERE?! Oh, yes, right way. See you soon. And make sure the paramedics take a
look at that rib!"

Sara looked at Candice coldly. "Looks like it's all over now. And we know all
about Alana, too. When we dig up her corpse we'll have another charge of
murder to add to what we've already got on you."

"God damn this shit all to motherfucking hell," was all Candice said in
response.

* * *

TWO MONTHS LATER

Sara and Melanie stood in a Skid Row alley, memories of the fights that had
taken place there flowing through their minds.

"What have we accomplished, really?" said Melanie, arching her back and
stretching her limbs. Her rib was now completely healed. "Claudia and Kelly
pleaded guilty and were sentenced to life with a chance for parole in twenty.
Candice is going to go to trial soon. Conviction looks like a slam-dunk and
she's either going to get the death penalty or life without parole. The
prosecutor said that she wished all her defendants were stupid enough to
videotape their own crimes." Both ladies shared a giggle at that. "Justice was
done...in this case," Melanie continued. "But look around." She swept her arm
around in a grand motion. "It's still as dirty and as poor as it ever was. The
problems are still here."

"It probably will be like this for a very long time," said Sara. "And
remember, the homeless aren't exactly perfect angels. Many of them are here in
Skid Row because of their own self-destructive behavior."

"That's true," Melanie nodded. "But still..."

"Look," said Sara, putting a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder. "We
can't fix all the world's problems, and it's not our job to do so. We did a
good thing by putting those vixens out of business. And judging from the
reactions of the girls' parents when we told them what their daughters did,
maybe this will motivate more rich parents to stop thinking that giving their
kids toys and cars is an acceptable substitute for real parenting. We should
be proud of what we've accomplished."

"We should be proud," agreed Melanie. The worried look on her elegant face was
finally replaced with a smile.

Sara smiled back. "Tell you what," she said. "I'm getting kind of hungry.
Let's go grab some lunch and I'll take the rest of the day off. We can catch a
movie or a baseball game or something."

The two women walked out of the alley arm in arm, content.

THE END

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