Spring Break
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Three college girls encounter trouble during spring break

NOTE: This story stars the Alexandra character from two of my earlier
stories, Close to Home and Attack on Interstate 8.  This story will also
star two new girls, Eva and Lindsay, Alexandra's college friends.

* * *

It was a beautiful spring day in San Diego.  Alexandra pulled her car up
to the back door of the dormitory and honked the horn.  A few moments
later, her two closest college friends, Eva and Lindsay, came out, 
carrying their bags.  Alexandra opened the trunk and the girls loaded
their stuff in.  They got in the car and Alexandra started the engine,
heading south towards the Mexican border.

It was the first day of spring break and the three girls were leaving on
their week-long trip south of the border, in Baja California.  All three
girls were nineteen-year-old sophomores.  Alexandra was the most 
introverted of the three, preferring to be around a few close friends
rather than at a wild party.  Having been targeted by violent criminals
several times in her life, she had decided to major in criminal justice.
Her eventual goal was to join the FBI or Secret Service.  Alexandra stood
at 5'6" and 128 pounds, with brown eyes and long dark brown hair.  She 
was wearing a black miniskirt, knee-high black boots, and a white top 
with the sleeves rolled up.

Eva was the most outgoing of the three girls and had a reputation as a
wild party girl.  Despite her reputation, she was still a good student.
She loved animals and was majoring in biology.  Eva was a Latina with
long black hair, dark brown eyes, and olive skin.  She stood at 5'7" and
130 pounds.  She was wearing low-cut camoflauge pants and a white T-shirt.

Lindsay was less extroverted than Eva, but still had an adventurous streak.
In fact, she was majoring in aviation and planned to become a helicopter
pilot.  Lindsay was a tall, slender girl at 5'9" and 132 pounds.  She had
blue eyes and shoulder-length blonde hair.  She was wearing black shorts 
and a black T-shirt.  All three girls had elegant, model-like faces and
toned and muscular, but feminine, bodies.

Once they were on the highway, the girls let out cheers. "Fuck yeah!" said
Eva. "One whole week of sunny beaches, no essays, and no lectures."

"With lots of hot guys and girls to look at," added Lindsay.  Eva and Alex
looked at each other and giggled.  Lindsay's bisexuality was well-known
around campus.

Eva dug into the cooler and cracked open a beer. "Lindsay, want one?"

"Sure." Eva tossed a beer to Lindsay in the back seat.

"How about you, Alex?" Eva asked.

"Um...I'm *driving*," said Alexandra. "Anyway, the drinking age in Mexico
is 18.  We can get all the beer and tequila we want there.  Just make sure
you hide those beers you're drinking from the inspection agents when we  
get to the border.  They won't find them, they don't search the cars on 
the way in."

"Speaking of the devil," said Lindsay.  There was a traffic jam ahead as
they approached the border.

"Fuck, this is bad," sighed Alex, stepping on the brake. "And it'll be a 
lot worse when we're coming back." She held out her hand. "Maybe I'll have 
a beer after all." Eva grinned, thumped her on the back, and passed her a
cold beer.

* * *

It was several hours later and the sun was setting.  They had finally
gotten past the border traffic jam and had now driven deep into Mexico.

"How much further till we get to the hotel?" asked Eva.

"We should be there in about an hour," Alexandra answered.

Suddenly, flashing lights appeared behind them. "Oh no, la policia!" said
Lindsay.

"I wasn't weaving at all! My driving's been perfectly steady," said Alex.
"I only had the one beer.  Maybe I was going a little too fast?"

Alexandra pulled the car over to the side of the road.  The Mexican police
car stopped behind them.  They were in the middle of the desert.  No one
else was around for miles.

A policeman got out and approached Alexandra's door.  He was of average
height and overweight, with curly black hair. "License and registration," 
he said, in broken English.

Alex handed them over and he took them back to his car to check them.  A 
few minutes later, he reappeared. "You were going too fast.  I afraid I 
have to detain you."

"What? No," said Eva. "Just tell us what the fine is and we'll pay it."

Alex dug into her pocket and held out a $50 bill. "Here." The cop just
stood there.

"If you want more, we can give you more," she said.

"Oh, I want more," said the policeman. "But not money.  I want you." His
look suddenly became menacing.

"Not acceptable," said Alexandra in the calmest voice she could manage.

Suddenly, the cop whipped out his gun and pointed it right at Alex's head.
"All of you! Out of the car, now!"

The girls, having no choice, got out of the car. "Sit down behind the car
and keep your hands on your head!" he ordered.  Again, the girls had no
choice but to obey.

The cop got on his radio and began speaking into it in Spanish.  Eva, who
was fluent in the language, translated for the other girls. "He's calling
his cop buddies.  He says he has some pretty foreign girls ready to be
raped." All three girls clenched their fists in rage (while still keeping
them on their heads).

"We're not going to let these fuckers get away with this," growled 
Lindsay.

"As soon as the opportunity comes up, we should jump this guy," said
Alexandra. "Hopefully before his buddies get here."

"Shut up! No talking!" growled the policeman, who had finished his radio
call.  Unfortunately for the girls, their opportunity did not come up.  
The cop kept his gun trained on them constantly.

About ten minutes later, a car engine was heard.  Another police car
appeared and parked behind the other two vehicles.  Two more cops got out.
One was tall with slicked-back dark hair and the other was of average
height and bald.  Both wore pistols in holsters.  They greeted their
comrade loudly, then all three men began making lewd sexual comments about
the girls.

The fat cop jammed his gun into Lindsay's back.  The bald policeman 
pointed his gun at Eva, and the tall man aimed at Alexandra. "All of you,
start walking," said the tall cop.

Prodded by the guns, the girls were marched behind a small hill and out of
sight of the road, and ordered to lie down. "Now here comes the fun part," 
the bald man grinned evilly.  The men unzipped their pants.

"Please don't do this," said Lindsay. "We'll give you all the money you
want." Eva tried pleading in Spanish.  The men just laughed.

The tall man looked down at Alexandra's fit body, liking what he saw.
Distracted, he let his gun arm drop.  The barrel of the weapon was now
pointed at the ground instead of at her.

Knowing that this would probably be her only chance, Alexandra acted.  She
kicked him in the groin with the heel of her boot.  He screamed in pain and
his gun sailed loose as his hands flew to his wounded family jewels.

At their comrade's scream, the other two rapists looked over.  Lindsay and
Eva took immediate advantage of their distraction.  Both girls kicked their
opponents in the stomach.  The men doubled over in pain.  All three girls
kipped up to their feet.

The tall man noticed Alexandra's well-toned thighs and muscular forearms,
but still thought he could take her down easily.  After all, she was just a
little girl.  Still feeling fiery pain from his injured testicles, he swung
his fist at her pretty face.  She ducked under his attack easily and 
punched him in the nose with her right fist, releasing blood.  Her left
slammed into his eye, blackening it.  She then jump-kicked him, launching
him backwards.

Eva and Lindsay both kicked the guns out of their opponents' hands while 
the men were still doubled over and groaning.  The weapons rolled down the
hill.  Eva kicked the bald man in the face, cursing at him in Spanish.  He
roared in pain and tried to swing a punch at her, but she blocked it with
her thick forearm.  She punched him hard in the jaw, loosening a couple of
his teeth. "Lot harder when we actually fight back, isn't it, asshole?" she
taunted him.

Lindsay's opponent, the fat curly-haired cop who had originally pulled the
girls over, stood up straight, one hand still on his stomach.  He glared at
her, cursing and spitting.  Before he could do anything, she kicked him 
hard in the chest.  Moving in closer, she punched him in the face several
times.  She then stepped back slightly and cartwheel kicked him, her 
athletic shoes slamming into his head one after the other.  The fat man was
knocked to the ground.

Alexandra performed a front tuck somersault to bring her to her opponent.  
She noticed his eyes widen with surprise at her gymnastic skill and she
laughed. "Oh, you liked that? Then you'll love this." She backflip kicked
him in the face.  Her black panties were briefly visible from underneath
her miniskirt as she flipped.  Landing neatly on her feet, she mocked him 
as his hands flew to his wounded face. "I thought you were a big, macho man.  
Can't you even handle a little girl? Come on, take your best shot." He tried 
doing a high crescent kick on her, but she safely ducked under it.  He then 
swung a punch at her stomach.  Seeing it coming, Alex tensed her hard abs.
The tall man let out a shout of pain as he hurt his hand on Alex's wall of
abdominal muscle.  Laughing, she punched him in the gut, causing him to
double over with a scream. "You've got weak abs," she snickered.

The bald man spat out blood and teeth and charged Eva with an enraged roar.
She calmly waited as he came at her, then, at the last second, sidestepped
and smashed her elbow into the side of his head.  She whirled around to face
him as he held his head in pain and tried to stop seeing stars.  Eva's
taunting and attractive face came into view in front of him.  He tried to
kick her, but she avoided it by performing a standing back handspring.  He
came closer and tried another kick, but she grabbed his ankle before the 
kick could land.  She laughed at him as she forced him to hop on one foot 
for a few seconds, then shoved hard, knocking him down.  He jumped to his
feet, but Eva grabbed him and rammed her knee into his stomach.  As he
doubled over, she stepped back and did a powerful roundhouse kick to the 
side of his head that knocked him face first into the dirt.

The fat cop got up and ran at Lindsay.  She pivoted and fired off a strong
side kick to his chest, stopping him in his tracks.  He tried to swing his
fist at her, but she grabbed his arm and twisted it viciously. "Fucker," she
snarled. "Wannabe rapist.  Let's see how you like this." She kneed him in 
the groin with all her strength, then headbutted him, hard.  The fat man,
screaming in pain, couldn't decide whether his head or his nuts hurt more.
Lindsay helped him in his decision by delivering a brutal spin kick to his
head, sending him to the ground.

Alexandra roundhouse kicked the tall man in the side, cracking one of his
ribs.  A second, perfectly aimed kick to the same location broke the rib
completely.  As he stood holding his wounded side, Alex balanced on her left
leg and kicked her helpless victim repeatedly in the face with her right.
Her fifth kick knocked him down.  She stood over him and raised her leg in a
full vertical split, then brought it down with devastating force onto his
head, shattering his skull.  Blood and brain matter flew everywhere.  Eva 
and Lindsay looked over and gasped in surprise, then cheered, fueled by an 
intense hatred for the slimeballs that would have raped them.  The two still
living would-be rapists, from their positions on the ground, gasped as well,
but in fear.

The bald man rolled over and saw sexy Eva standing over him.  She grinned
wickedly and kicked him in the groin as hard as she could.  He let out a
high-pitched girlish scream and his hands flew to his family jewels.  
Looking at him with disgust, she grabbed him by the hair and began ramming
her knee into his face repeatedly.  Drops of blood stained her low-cut
camoflauge pants.  As she brutalized him, she snarled, "You motherfucking
corrupt Third World cops.  You think you're above the law.  Well, you're not
above the law of pissed-off girls looking for revenge." She kneed him one
final time and he collapsed to the dirt.

Meanwhile, Lindsay had been alternating between stomping her victim on the
face and kicking him.  The man suddenly began begging. "Please, no more.  
I'll give you anything you want! Please, just stop! Don't kill me!"

Lindsay smiled coldly, her icy blue eyes glaring at him. "Remember when we
were begging you not to rape us? Remember how you just laughed in our faces?
Well, now we're going to show you exactly the same mercy that you would have
shown us.  Payback's a bitch, and so are we." With that, the pretty and
lethal blonde wrapped her slender but strong thighs around his neck.  She
choked him for a bit, then twisted her hips 180 degrees, snapping his neck
like a dry twig.

"Oh, shit," said Eva suddenly.  The bald man had taken advantage of the 
distraction, when the girls had been looking at Lindsay, to begin running
away towards the police cars.  Eva quickly picked up the pistol the tall man
had dropped.

"Want me to do it?" asked Alexandra.  Although all three girls were skilled
with firearms, Alex was the best shot and the man was already rather far 
away.

"Thanks, but I've got it," said Eva. "And I want this." She took careful aim
and fired two shots.  Both bullets hit the man in the center of his back and
he collapsed to the desert surface.  She ran up to his body and fired a shot
into his head to make sure he was finished permanently.

Alex and Lindsay ran up and all three girls held each other. "We did it," 
said Eva. "We got those fuckers."

"But what are we going to do now?" said Lindsay. "Once the authorities 
realize these three guys are missing, every cop within a hundred miles is
going to be looking for us.  If they get us, we're dead.  Even though what 
we did was in self-defense.  Even if we found cops who weren't corrupt, 
they'd never let us go after they found out what we did to their comrades."

"And even if we make it all the way to the border, there's no way we'll get
past it," said Alexandra. "They check everyone thoroughly.  But the most
important thing is to get out of here quickly.  We'll go towards the border.
When we get close we can either try to get help from the U.S. Consulate in
Tijuana, or we can ditch the car and try to sneak over on foot."

They decided to take one of the police cars, as the fat cop had ran Alex's
car through the system and whoever was in that car would be the first
targets.  The girls took the uniforms off the dead bodies and put them on,
although all three uniforms were too big.  Alexandra made sure to get back
her license and registration.  They did a rudimentary burial of the dead
cops by covering the bodies with sand.  Each girl armed herself with a gun,
Alex and Lindsay collecting theirs from the bottom of the slope where the
weapons had rolled.

Eva had the idea of moving the other two cars a short distance away, so the
bodies wouldn't be found as fast.  Alexandra got behind the wheel of her own
car and Eva and Lindsay each got into one of the police cars.  They drove
about half a mile north, then Alexandra made a sharp U-turn on the deserted
road and parked her car on the side, facing south.  Lindsay parked her 
police car right behind it, as if she had pulled it over.  The girls then
transferred their things from Alex's car to the other police car.  Eva
started the engine and they headed off northward into the night.

"Sorry about your car, Alex," said Eva.

Alexandra looked behind her wistfully. "Oh well.  My dad will probably buy
me a new one.  Anyway, that's not important right now.  We've got to get to
the border before dawn.  If people get a good look at us they'll know
something's wrong right away.  Our uniforms don't even come close to fitting
and three female cops together will look weird.  Even in the United States
that would be unusual, and here in a macho country like Mexico we'll stand
out even more.  Also, they'll be looking for the cop car with this number.
Darkness is our only friend right now."

"Hey, what's that up ahead?" said Lindsay. "I don't remember passing that on
the way down." There was a cluster of lights close ahead.

"Fuck," said Eva. "I must have taken a wrong turn in the dark." 

She was about to start turning the vehicle around when Lindsay suddenly said,
"Wait.  Take a closer look."

Eva pulled the car off the road and stopped, turning off the headlights.  The
girls saw that the lights appeared to be a police sub-station. "Shit," said
Alexandra. "We almost drove right into the jaws of the beast."

"Not that," said Lindsay, pointing. "Over there."

Parked about fifty yards from the station was a helicopter. 

"Oh, Lindsay, you're not *seriously* thinking of..." began Alexandra.

"Why not?" said Eva, an adventurous smile appearing on her face despite the
seriousness of the situation. "Even if we do make it to Tijuana without being
nailed, the consulate won't help us.  Not after we killed three people.  And 
it'll be really hard to sneak across the border.  This section of it is all
fenced and heavily patrolled.  Plus, it'd be, like, the *coolest* thing ever.
Haven't you ever wanted to steal a helicopter?"

Alex warmed to the idea. "Lindsay, how far along are you in your training?"

"Far enough to know what I'm doing.  Even if I've never flown solo before.  
Oh, come on Alex, don't give me that look.  I wouldn't be saying this if I
didn't think I could get us all home safely."

"Then it's settled," said Eva eagerly.  Lindsay nodded enthusiastically, very
interested in testing her skills in a clutch situation.  Alexandra nodded as
well and even managed a smile.  Eva playfully slapped her friends on the ass.
Lindsay especially enjoyed the butt-slap.

The girls got out of the car and padded silently towards the helicopter, guns
in hand. "I guess we'll all have to get our dads to buy us new gear, too,"
whispered Lindsay with a giggle.

They climbed over a fence and approached the aircraft.  No one was on guard.
"It'll take a little bit to start it up and get it ready for takeoff," said
Lindsay. "When the cops inside hear the noise, they'll probably be out here
before we can take off."

Alex and Eva took positions behind the chopper and readied their pistols. "If
they start shooting, we'll shoot back," said Alexandra. "Then it'll be self-
defense."

Lindsay climbed into the pilot's seat and began starting up the helicopter.  
A loud noise came from the aircraft.  A shout came from the building and a 
door opened.

The rotors began to turn.  Loud curses in Spanish came from the police 
station.  Two policemen charged out the door and opened fire immediately.
Bullets struck the side of the helicopter.

"Shoot first, ask questions later; if that's the way they want to play it, 
fine," growled Eva.  She killed the first cop with two shots to his chest.
Alex dispatched the second with a perfectly aimed shot to his head.

The rotors were turning faster. "Get in!" said Lindsay.  Alex and Eva leapt
into the chopper, keeping their guns trained on the open doorway.  Alexandra
fired several shots to discourage anyone else from coming out.

The helicopter rose into the air.  As they pulled away and Alex ceased fire,
several more cops raced out and shot at the helicopter.  They missed,
however, and soon the girls were safely out of range.  Eva let out a loud 
war cry and all three of them gave each other high-fives.

"Got the hang of this okay?" Alex asked Lindsay.

"I think so.  We should have a smooth flight north to the border.  I think
we have enough fuel.  Oh, don't give me that look again, Miss Serious!"

"What look?" said Alexandra innocently.  The girls all giggled.

"Anyway," Lindsay continued, "they'll be after us here too, but roads are
limited in where they go.  The sky ain't."

As they left the police station behind, Eva said, "This is just as cool as
I thought it would be."

"I have to admit, being a bad girl is fun," said Alexandra.

"I am *so* going to pass all my flight tests with flying colors," grinned
Lindsay confidently as she got used to the controls.

They flew through the darkness for what seemed like hours.  Every time
Lindsay saw the lights of another aircraft in the distance, she changed
course to avoid it.

Suddenly, the sound of the engine changed.  Eva, who had almost dozed off,
sat up with a start. "What was that?"

"I believe we're running low on fuel," said Lindsay. "We've got to be over
the border by now...I think.  I'll set her down so we won't crash.  There's
what looks like a road over there.  Someone should be able to give us a 
ride."

Lindsay landed the helicopter (with a slight bump) on the flat desert 
surface a few hundred yards from the road.  It was still dark and the stars
shone brightly over the barren landscape.

"Nice flying," said Alexandra, thumping Lindsay on the back.

"You go, girl," added Eva.  Lindsay smiled and blushed.

The young women started for the road, hiding their guns under their tops.
"We'll hitch a ride," said Alexandra. "If anyone gives us any trouble we
have guns and we know how to use them."

It was thirty minutes before a car came by.  The three girls stood in the
center of the road, waving their arms.  The car slowed to a stop and a
friendly-looking middle-aged cowboy leaned out of the driver's side window.
"You ladies need some help?"

"We sure do," said Alex. "Thanks for stopping.  We had some...er, car
trouble.  Could you give us a lift into the nearest town?"

"Sure thing," said the cowboy. "Going right there anyway.  Hop in."

"Er...what is the nearest town, anyway?" Eva asked.

"El Centro," said the cowboy.

"El Centro, California, right?" said Lindsay.

"Of course." The girls sighed with relief and got in.  

Dawn was breaking as the cowboy dropped them off in front of an all-night
restaurant in El Centro. "You sure you'll be okay from here?" he asked.

"We'll be fine," Alex said. "I'm going to call my dad.  Thanks for the
ride."

As the girls entered the restaurant, they looked at each other and smiled.
No words needed to be said.  They were safe now.

THE END

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