Chase Me
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
When Claudia and Kelly escape from prison, it's up to Sara and Melanie to track them down


AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story stars the lovely duo of Sara the police lieutenant
and Melanie the ex-assassin, and the lethal teenage villainesses Claudia and
Kelly from my earlier story "Girls of the Mean Streets."

COLDWOOD WOMEN'S PRISON

Claudia and Kelly walked down the prison hall, their muscular bodies
glistening with sweat after a good workout in the weight room. Their sleeves
were rolled up to show off their well-toned arms, and their tops were tied to
display their six-pack abs.

The two girls were both eighteen, hot, and relatively petite, Claudia standing
at 5'6" and 125 pounds and Kelly just a little bigger at 5'7" and 135 pounds.
Claudia was a stunning Latina with long dark brown hair and firm B-cup
breasts. Kelly was an Asian hottie with shoulder-length black hair and an
equally firm C-cup rack. Both ladies had deep, healthy tans that had not yet

faded despite the prison regime.

Although ordinarily new, pretty girls would have gotten abuse and threats from
the older, uglier prisoners, this was not the case with Kelly and Claudia
thanks to their expert martial arts skills. On their first day in the general
prison population, the Hess sisters, a pair of six-foot-tall
bodybuilding-bitch inmates and the unofficial rulers of the prison, had tried
to "break" the girls.

They had received an unpleasant surprise. Kelly's roundhouse kick to one
sister's head had caused permanent brain damage and left her a vegetable.
Claudia had tripped the other sister to the ground and kicked her in the back,
pulverizing her spine and paralyzing her from the waist down. Prison
authorities had ruled the fight a case of self-defense and the young women had
gotten off with just a week in solitary confinement for "use of excessive
force." The Hess sisters had been carted off to the vegetable and cripple ward
to live out the remainder of their existence in helplessness.

After their victory, Kelly and Claudia had been invited by the other inmates
to take the sisters' place as queens of the prison.

They had declined, having other and bigger plans. Claudia had explained it to
the rest of the prisoners in her slight Spanish accent. "You girls can run
this place any way you want to. Fight amongst yourselves for the title of
queen, we don't care. All we ask is that you obey one rule: Stay the fuck out
of our way."

Now, as the girls made their way towards the mess hall, they snickered to each
other about how stupid the prison authorities and the justice system were.
"Can you believe they put us in a medium-security prison?" smirked Kelly.

"Yeah, and they let us be cellmates," laughed Claudia. "The whole

'These girls are 18 and scared. They're going to be thrown into a dangerous
world full of older and angrier women. Let them at least have each other' bit
our lawyer pulled worked like a charm."

"I have to say, though, the most laughable thing is everyone believed that we
would be content with a sentence of life with a chance for parole in twenty,"
said Kelly. "Did they really think girls like us would rot in this shithole
for twenty years, wasting the best years of our lives?" Though the young
ladies had received quite a light sentence for pleading guilty to seven counts
of first-degree murder, both had been concerned with one thing as soon as the
prison gates slammed shut behind them: Getting the hell out as soon as
possible, by any means necessary.

"We're a lot smarter than that bitch Candice," said Claudia, referring to
their ex-friend who had committed the murders with them. "She tried to fight
the charges when the prosecution had a slam-dunk case. Now she's got life
without parole in maximum security. Serves her right for abandoning us to get
arrested and trying to escape in her car."

"Forget that bitch," Kelly said. "Let's go over the final details of our plan.
We bust out tomorrow." The gorgeous but lethal vixens whispered to each other
until they reached the well-guarded dining hall.

THE NEXT AFTERNOON

It was outdoor time for the prisoners and most of them were in the yard,
playing basketball or volleyball. The guards' attention was mostly focused on
the games.

"There," said Claudia softly, nudging her friend. "That meat truck comes in
every Monday and Friday at 2:30, like clockwork. Same driver every time, the
guards must know him like family."

"So convenient that that delivery entrance is out of sight for all of the
guard towers," grinned Kelly. "C'mon, let's go."

The girls stepped around a corner and approached the delivery area. A locked
gate separated it from the prisoners' yard. Two guards armed with shotguns
were stationed at the gate, a man and a woman.

"What are you doing here?" growled the female guard. "Get back around the
corner. This area's off limits to prisoners."

"We found some contraband that one of the other prisoners dropped," said
Claudia. "We were hoping to get a reward for turning it in."

"Show us," said the male guard. "If it's good, we can talk about a reward."

"Oh, we promise, it'll be good," said Kelly. She approached the gate slowly
and unthreateningly. When she was almost there, her fist lashed out with
lightning speed. Her punch nailed the male guard in the jaw, breaking it and
sending him to the ground. His shotgun flew into the air and she caught it as
it came down.

At the same time, Claudia launched herself at the female guard with a tumbling
pass of a roundoff, back handspring, full twisting layout. The guard tried to
aim her shotgun, but the Latina prisoner was much too fast for her. Before she
could draw a bead on Claudia, the girl's feet slammed into her face one after
the other as she twisted through her layout. The guard was knocked hard to the
asphalt as Claudia landed elegantly on her feet.

Kelly smashed the butt of her shotgun onto the male guard's skull, shattering
the bone and sending blood and brain matter flying everywhere. Meanwhile,
Claudia raised her left leg over her head in a full vertical split, then
brought it down with incredible speed and force onto the female guard's skull,
destroying it in an equally gory spread of carnage. The slim

brunette swiftly bent over, picked up the woman's shotgun, and pumped it
one-handed. She gave Kelly a high-five as both girls looked at the guards'
corpses with triumph and arrogance.

Kelly snatched a ring of keys off the male guard's belt. Quickly finding the
right one, she unlocked the gate and both girls slipped through. Claudia's
dark brown eyes scanned the area for any sign of danger. No one had seen them.

The back of the meat truck was locked, but Kelly opened it with another of the
late guard's keys. The young women each picked up a corpse in a firewoman's
carry. They heaved them into the vehicle, then climbed in themselves. Quietly
shutting the back doors behind them, they positioned themselves and waited.

"Give him three minutes," said Kelly. "If he's not back by then,

we'll drive the truck ourselves. We'll have to smash our way through the outer
gate, but we can't let someone come by and discover those guards missing."

After two minutes, Claudia gave Kelly a nudge. Faint footsteps were heard,
growing steadily louder. The meat truck driver gave the back doors a quick
rattle to make sure they were locked, then climbed into the cab and started
off. The guard at the outer gate waved the familiar driver through and soon
the truck was on a lonely, tree-lined two-lane road, speeding away from the
prison. The girls looked at each other and grinned in triumph.

Kelly rose up from her hiding place and pressed the barrel of her shotgun into
the back of the driver's head. "Easy now," she cooed as he stiffened in alarm.
"Don't do anything stupid."

Claudia stood up as well. "The next time there's a gap in the trees, drive off
the road and into the woods," she ordered.

Shivering in fear, the driver obeyed. After he had driven a hundred yards and
they were completely out of sight of the road,

Claudia commanded, "Stop right here."

Shotgun in hand, the pretty Latina leapt out the back of the truck and ran
around to the driver's side. Kelly kept the deliveryman covered with her gun
from inside.

"Now get out," growled Claudia. "Now!"

Trembling, he climbed out, his hands raised high over his head.

"Please don't kill me," he begged. Claudia only smirked coldly.

Kelly leapt out of the truck. Still holding her shotgun in one hand, she ran
up to the driver and did a one-armed cartwheel, kicking him in the head with
both feet and knocking him to the dirt. "Problem with that is, we can't leave
witnesses," she said calmly as she completed her cartwheel and made a neat
landing.

Claudia aimed her shotgun right down at the man's head. "Any last words? Like
how humiliating it is for a middle-aged man to be outsmarted by two teenage
girls? Like how dumb it was of you to drive out without even checking inside
your truck?" she taunted him.

"Please," was all he said.

"Okay then," Claudia shrugged. She pulled the trigger, blowing his brains out.

"That felt good," she grinned. "So much power. No one's going to tell us what
to do anymore." She posed arrogantly over her kill like a kitten that had just
caught her first mouse.

"Yeah," snickered Kelly. "Now for phase two."

The girls stripped off their bright orange prison uniforms and stood in bras
and panties, their tanned, muscular, feminine bodies looking stunning. They
then hid behind trees close to the road. They watched and waited, looking for
a car that matched the profile they wanted - a lone occupant driving a
comfortable but not too showy vehicle.

"There," whispered Kelly, after several unsatisfactory cars had gone by. The
car was a white Lexus, and the driver, a young man, was alone. Claudia nodded
and ran out onto the road, waving her tanned and toned arms.

The young man in the Lexus slammed on the brakes when he saw the gorgeous
underwear-clad brunette in the road. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he
knew he wanted a part of it! He pulled the car over to the side of the road
and got out.

"Too easy," Claudia thought to herself. "Men are so easy to manipulate."
Pretending to sob, she ran over to him.

"Please, help me!" she cried. "My boyfriend, he...he took me out to the woods
and said he wanted to play a game. He told me to take off my clothes. Then he
suddenly shoved me out of the car and said he was going to hunt me down! He
said I had a ten-minute head start and after that, he was coming after me!
It's

been almost ten minutes, he'll be here soon! Please, sir, please protect me. I
need a big, strong, safe man to protect me."

"Easy there," said the man, giving her a hug and feeling the hardness and
strength of her body. He wondered why she was so scared...she looked like she
could easily take care of herself and anyone who threatened her. But if she
was going to just fall into his arms, who was he to argue?

"I'll protect you," he continued. "Let's get into my car and I'll take you
someplace safe."

"Are you alone at home? Do you live alone? I...I don't want anyone else to see
me."

"I live alone. I have a really nice apartment. Come on. Come with me."

"O...okay," Claudia fake-sniffled. She hoped that her muscular body wouldn't
give her away as a dangerous woman. "J...just let me get my purse. It's behind
that tree over there. Can you come with me and stay close?"

"Sure, baby," he said, following her into the forest. Claudia, her back to
him, grinned to herself wickedly.

Suddenly, Kelly popped out from behind one of the trees and aimed her shotgun
directly at his chest. "Surprise!"

The man's jaw dropped in shock when he saw the second underwear-clad girl aim
her gun. "What the hell is this?"

Claudia had swiftly retrieved her own shotgun from behind a rock. "It's a
carjacking, honey," she cooed.

"Does he live alone?" Kelly asked. Claudia nodded.

"Good," said Kelly. "Oh, and this is also a murder." With that,

she shot him straight through the heart. He slumped to the ground, a gaping
hole in his chest. A massive amount of blood

pooled around the corpse.

"Wow," she said. "This is even better than the time I went hunting and killed
a bear." She prodded the body with the tip of her shoe.

The girls picked up the man and put him into the trunk of his own car. They
then climbed in and headed off down the road.

"Free at last!" cheered Claudia.

MELANIE'S HOUSE

Melanie and Sara sat at the dining room table, playing cards.

Behind them, in the den, the TV was on, showing a football game.

They had been watching earlier, but had put it on mute and began a card game
when the home team had fallen hopelessly far behind in the second quarter.

Both women were in their late thirties, but stunningly attractive and looked a
decade younger. Sara was a spicy Latina with dark brown hair and matching dark
brown eyes. She stood at 5'7" and 132 pounds. Melanie was a little taller at
5'9" and 135 pounds. She had blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Both ladies had
deep, healthy tans and muscular but feminine bodies.

"I'm getting hungry," said Melanie. "You in the mood for some microwave pizza?
I think I have pepperoni and...hey, what are you staring at?"

Sara's gaze was fixed on the TV and her mouth was wide open. "Turn it up."

"We interrupt this game to bring you a breaking news bulletin,"

came the voice of the announcer. "Two inmates have just escaped

from Coldwood Women's Prison. Two guards at the prison are missing and
presumed dead. Fugitives Kelly Park and Claudia Serrano are considered armed
and extremely dangerous. If you see them, do not let their beauty and
femininity fool you. Do NOT attempt to apprehend them yourself. Instead, call
the police immediately."

As the mug shots of two familiar faces appeared on the screen,

Melanie's mouth dropped open to match Sara's. "You have GOT to be kidding me,"
she said. "Is this for real? Sara..."

Sara had already jumped up and grabbed her gun and badge. Cards and football
forgotten, she was in full detective mode. "If you're coming, grab your gun
and your concealed carry permit.

We're leaving right now. The sooner we get on the scene, the better chance we
have of catching them."

"Got 'em in my pockets," said Melanie, leaping up. The two attractive
middle-aged women jumped into Sara's car and roared

off towards the prison.

Sara shook her head and tossed her shiny brown hair as she drove. "We told
them. We told them medium security would not hold those girls."

"And we told them to keep those two apart. In separate prisons if possible.
But they didn't listen to us. They listened to those high-priced lawyers those
rich girls' daddies hired," Melanie sighed.

"Let's just hope we can get them before they leave a whole PILE of dead bodies
behind them," said Sara.

"And if we catch them...I mean when we catch them...we should make SURE this
can't happen again," Melanie said in a low but grim voice.

"Do you mean..."

"You think any prison can hold those girls? Maybe solitary in max, but they
can't be kept in solitary forever."

"We'll talk about this later, Mel. Right now let's focus on tracking them."

* * *

Sara screeched her car to a halt outside the prison and she and Melanie leaped
out. Sara flashed her badge to a State Police sergeant standing at the edge of
a crowd of law enforcement officials. Melanie followed her, but the policeman
put an arm in front of Melanie's body. "Who are you?" he demanded.

"It's okay, she's with me," said Sara.

"This is a hot crime scene. You can't just bring whoever you want into..."

"Dammit, did you read the rank on my badge?" snapped Sara, showing her Latina
temper. "I'm a lieutenant. I outrank you. Now shut up and do as I say."

The sergeant gulped. "Y...yes, ma'am," he squeaked in a frightened voice.

As they walked in, Melanie affectionately patted Sara on the back. "You sure
showed him!" she laughed.

Sara introduced herself to the prison warden, who explained what had happened.
"The two guards who were supposed to be stationed at that gate over there were
discovered missing. When we couldn't find them anywhere, we did a head count
of all the prisoners in the exercise yard and found that two of them, Kelly
Park and Claudia Serrano, were also missing. The 2:30 meat truck left at about
that time and we figure they must have hidden in the back of the truck. Since
those guards were at the gate that separates the yard from the delivery area,
Miss Park and Miss Serrano must have gone through them, literally, to get

away. Considering those ladies' reputations, the best we can hope for for the
guards is that their deaths were quick and relatively painless."

"I wouldn't quite call them very ladylike," said Melanie.

"Do you know them?"

Just then, a guard ran up and whispered something into the warden's ear. A
frown appeared on the warden's face, then he let out a deep sigh.

"All right, I need everyone's attention," he called out. "The meat truck used
in the escape has just been found in the woods a few miles from here. The two
missing guards and the delivery driver were all found at the scene. They're
all dead. There's no sign of the fugitives except for two prison orange
uniforms dropped on the ground. Let's get out there, people."

As police officers and guards started for their vehicles, Sara said, "We're
coming with you. We were the ones who first arrested the two fugitives. We
know how they think and how they fight."

At the crime scene, Sara and Melanie looked at the three corpses, noting the
massive destruction of each one's skull. "Poor driver, just a man trying to
make a living," said Sara, looking at the shape of the skull wound. "Girl
shotgunned him in the head at close range. And this poor sap." She indicated
the male guard. "Shotgun butt was slammed onto his head. Now look at the lady
guard. Recognize the type of wound?"

"Axe kick," said Melanie, nodding. "Did more destruction than either of the
other two attacks." She was quite familiar with it, having used lethal axe
kicks to finish off targets from her assassin days as well as bad guys from
her "good girl" days.

"Let's look around further out," said Sara. "We may find something the others
miss."

A few minutes later, Melanie called out in a low voice, "Over here, Sara."

Sara came over to look. Behind some trees near the road was a pool of dried
blood. A trail of blood drops went away from the pool, out of the woods, and
onto the road, where it ended.

Sara nodded grimly. "Smart girls. Lured some guy into the woods with their
sexy bodies, then probably blew him away with a shotgun and took his car. Took
the body along too. No way to know who they killed or what car they took."

"Lots of investigating every missing persons report that comes in for any
possible connection to this?"

"You got it. C'mon, let's go."

* * *

"We're off to the stash!" sang Claudia. The girls had prepared for a situation
like this by creating a cache of useful items and hiding them by an old
boathouse at an isolated lake. Waiting for them were cash, clothes, weapons,
fake IDs, disguises, and other necessary items for starting a new life.

"After we gather up our shit from there, we need to activate our secret bank
accounts, the ones the authorities haven't frozen,"

said Kelly. "Then we should start making plans for plastic surgery. We can't
rely on disguises forever."

* * *

Sara and Melanie sat in Sara's small office at the police station, going over
missing-persons reports. "The poor sap probably hasn't been reported missing
yet, but it's never too early to start looking," said Sara.

"The girls' parents' houses are staked out, right?" asked Melanie.

"Of course," Sara answered. "Not that I think it'll do any good. Those chicks
are probably way too smart to go back there. But you never know."

"Where do you think they'll go? They need someplace to stay."

"Well, we've also staked out all their friends' houses. But I'm sure they're
too smart to try that too. We confiscated fake IDs and credit cards matching
the phony names from their mansions when we searched them after they were
first arrested, but I bet they have a stash of more of those somewhere.
They're very intelligent and well-prepared girls. We're covering the airports
in case they try to flee the country immediately. We're also asking hotels and
apartment managers to be on the lookout in case they try to rent a place. Of
course, they'll be using fake IDs and probably be in disguise."

"Vixens!" sighed Melanie. "Tough opponents. But it'll feel all the better
if...I mean when we finally take them down."

"Everyone has a weakness," said Sara. "I'm hoping their fondness for luxury
will be theirs. If they're willing to hide out in the wilderness, it'll be
virtually impossible to catch them. Look at Eric Rudolph. He was able to
remain on the loose for years despite a huge manhunt because he was willing to
live in the woods and eat from dumpsters. And those girls are smarter. If they
chose to live that way they could probably stay free forever."

* * *

Claudia and Kelly pulled up to the Four Seasons Hotel and handed off the keys
to the white Lexus to a waiting valet. "I just bought this car. Be real
careful with it, okay?" said Claudia.

At the boathouse, the girls had gotten rid of the driver's corpse by tying a
stone to it and chucking it into the lake. They had also gathered up their
fake IDs and credit cards, and put on their disguises. Both women wore large,
dark sunglasses to hide as much of their faces as possible. Kelly wore a red
wig and Claudia a blonde one.

They checked in with no problem, their false-name credit cards working
perfectly. Soon they were relaxing in a large suite on the top floor of the
hotel.

Kelly took out a laptop computer that had been part of their stash. The girls
looked up plastic surgery options and selected a doctor in Costa Rica.

"Our appointment's in two weeks," said Kelly. "We can relax here until then.
No one's going to find us with our fake identities and disguises."

"Imagine those sucker cops staking out our houses, wasting their time,"
laughed Claudia. "Like we'd be dumb enough to go back there." She tossed her
luxurious brown hair, having removed her wig in the privacy of the suite.
"Maybe if we like it in Costa Rica, we can move there permanently."

Meanwhile, down in the hotel's underground parking garage, the sleazy valet,
after parking the girls' car, began searching it for anything he could steal
that wouldn't be too obvious. He opened the trunk, searching carefully.

The girls had cleaned up the blood of the dead man after taking him out of the
trunk and heaving him into the lake, but they had missed a small spot. It
probably would have gone unnoticed, but the valet, in his search for
valuables, saw it. Not seeing any significance to it, he shrugged and
continued his search. Finding no valuables, he sighed and headed off to the
break room. Maybe he'd have better luck with the next car he did after his
break.

In the break room, the valet grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and plopped
down on the couch. The TV was on and a news anchor was giving a report about
two female convicts who had escaped from prison. The girls' pictures flashed
across the screen. "Hot brunettes," he thought to himself. "Even hotter than
the blonde and redhead with the Lexus."

"Miss Claudia Serrano and Miss Kelly Park are likely in disguise and using
fake IDs," said the anchor. "They are fond of comfort and luxury, and are
almost certainly driving a stolen vehicle from a murdered victim. These young
women are armed, hot, and extremely dangerous. If you see them, call..."

The valet picked up the remote and was about to change the channel when
suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head. "Disguise, fake IDs, luxury, the
bloodstain in the trunk! Could THOSE two be..."

"A reward of $100,000 is offered for information leading to the capture of
these fugitives," said the anchor. "Here's that phone number again."

Dollar signs in his eyes, the valet whipped out his cell phone and began
dialing.

The State Police sergeant who had been out-sassed by sexy Sara at the prison
sat at his desk, grumbling to himself as he did paperwork. He hated paperwork.

The phone rang and he picked it up. "State Police, Sergeant Ayers speaking."

"I'm a valet at the Four Seasons hotel," came the voice on the other end. "I
parked a car for these two young women. When I was checking the trunk
for...um, uh...anything they might have left behind by accident, so I could
give it back to them of course, I saw a bloodstain in there. I didn't think
nothing of it until I saw a report on TV about two girls who escaped from
prison. The ones I saw didn't look like the ones on TV, but the report said
they might be in disguise."

"All right, I'll be right over myself to check it out," said Sergeant Ayers.
He didn't think it was anything more than yet another false lead, but he
really wanted to get away from his desk for a while. "I'll meet you in fifteen
minutes at the front of the hotel."

After hanging up the phone, he tapped on his supervisor's door. "Captain?
Another tip about those fugitive chicks. Okay if Russell and I go and check it
out?"

"Sure," said the captain, without looking up from his work.

Ayers grinned. Grabbing his hat and keys, he called out to his partner,
Patrolman Russell. "Tip came in about those escapees. We're on it, let's go."

Ayers and Russell met the valet at the hotel. He led the officers into the
underground parking garage. "That one, the white Lexus."

They looked at the stain in the trunk. "Definitely blood," said Russell.

Ayers opened the glove compartment and looked at the registration. "This is in
a man's name. Did either of the girls say she owned the car?"

"Yep, one of them said she just bought it."

Ayers and Russell stood up straight and looked at each other. What was
seemingly just another tip was turning out to be something a lot more.

"I'll call for backup, Sarge," said Russell.

"Wait," said Ayers. He remembered how that female lieutenant had humiliated
him at the prison. If he captured the fugitives himself, he would get instant
glory that no sassy GIRL could ever take away. Not to mention the near
certainty of an immediate promotion to lieutenant.

"I think we can handle this ourselves," Ayers declared in his most confident
voice. "They have no idea we're onto them." Forgetting the warnings his own
department had repeatedly given out, he added, "Besides, they're only girls."

"Whatever you say, boss," said Russell with a shrug. "I suppose if it's just
girls, we can handle 'em."

"Good. Let's go," said Ayers. He turned to the valet. "Come with us, we'll
need you to identify them."

The three men went into the hotel. A clerk at the front desk remembered the
girls and told them the room number.

Up in the girls' suite, Kelly was flexing her biceps and looking at her
reflection in the mirror. "Hey, Claud, wanna go to the exercise room for a
little workout?"

Claudia was about to respond when there was a sharp knock on the door. "Open
up! Police!"

Two feminine mouths dropped wide open. "How the FUCK did they..."

began Claudia.

"No time for that! Disguises on. We bluff our way out if we can, fight our way
out if we can't. We're not going back to prison," Kelly whispered back.

"Shotguns?" whispered Claudia.

"Not here. Too noisy. We need to make a clean getaway. Our martial arts skills
will take care of this."

The girls hugged each other tightly and gave each other a quick kiss on the
mouth. Claudia opened the door while Kelly stayed back deeper inside the room.

"What seems to be the problem, Officers?" said Claudia in her most innocent
voice. Her voice suddenly turned shaky when she saw the valet coming in behind
the two policemen. Behind her, she heard Kelly gulp.

"Yep, they're the ones," said the valet.

"The problem is that you two are driving a car that's not registered to either
of you," said Sergeant Ayers. "And don't try to tell me that you're borrowing
someone else's car, because this man here says you said you just bought it."

Claudia winced. "I had to open my mouth," she thought.

"What, you really think two girls like us are car thieves?" said

Kelly.

"More than that," said Patrolman Russell. "We also found that bloodstain in
the trunk." This time, Claudia and Kelly both winced.

"Couple of girls just busted out of prison," said Ayers. "Names of Claudia
Serrano and Kelly Park. Ever hear of them?" He saw that the girls were
sweating and pressed home his attack.

"Course, those two have dark hair. Which would rule you two, blondie and
redhead, out. Unless, of course, you're wearing wigs. Maybe we should find
out." Russell whipped out his gun and pointed it at the girls, while Ayers
advanced on them.

Kelly gave Claudia a quick look, which the Latina immediately understood. Act
defeated, get the cops off their guard, then strike.

The girls removed their wigs and sunglasses. "You got us," said Claudia.
"We're the fugitives."

"Holy shit," said the valet.

Ayers and Russell looked at each other in triumph. This was so easy! "Against
the wall, hands behind your back," Ayers ordered.

He was going to enjoy searching these pretty ladies.

Russell was still covering them with his gun. Claudia, who was closer to him,
suddenly fell down as if she had tripped. Before Russell could adjust his aim,
her leg lashed out, tripping him to the floor. His gun sailed loose as he went
down. The valet, behind him, bent over to pick the weapon up. With lightning
speed, Claudia snatched the nightstick out of Russell's belt and

hurled it at the valet with expert accuracy. The heavy club struck her victim
right in the head, knocking him out.

Meanwhile, Ayers tried to draw his own gun. Before he could get to it,
however, Kelly back kicked him in the stomach with the force of a horse's
kick. Ayers doubled over in extreme pain, unable to do anything else. Kelly
did a spin kick as she turned to face him, her foot smashing into the side of
his head with painful force. As he stood dizzy and helpless, she grabbed the
gun out of his holster and tossed it across the room.

Claudia punched Russell in the nose, sending blood spraying out and stunning
him. She used the opportunity to kick the door shut, then picked up Russell's
gun and threw it across the room to join his partner's. Turning her attention
back to her victim, she punched him in the face several more times, knocking
teeth loose and sending even more blood splattering around. The Latina beauty
laughed sadistically as she looked down at the damage her petite but brutal
fists had done. She did a back walkover to get to her feet, then did a series
of standing back handsprings across the room to her suitcase.

Ayers recovered and tried to punch Kelly. She ducked under his attempted
attack easily and responded by savagely kneeing him in the groin. As he
screamed in pain, she blackened his eye with one punch and broke his jaw with
another. Her cheerleader-style high kick then smashed into his face and
knocked him several feet backwards and down. She did a front handspring to get
over to him.

"You didn't really think it would be that easy, did you?" Kelly

taunted him. "Did you really think we'd just surrender? We're not going back
to prison."

"Please," begged Ayers, finding it difficult to talk with his broken jaw. "I
can offer you a deal..."

"Um, I don't think anything you can offer me is better than 'we kill you, we
get away'," said Kelly calmly. With that, she yanked his head up and wrapped
her muscular thighs around his neck. A quick twist of her feminine hips and
his neck snapped like a dry twig.

Meanwhile, Claudia had put on a pair of knee-high black leather

Sarah Palin style boots with razor-sharp four-inch stiletto heels. She walked
over to the downed Russell with perfect balance. "Nighty-night," she cooed as
she raised her right boot.

She then stomped down hard on his chest, driving the lethal stiletto straight
into his heart.

She pulled it out with a squishing sound and walked over to the unconscious
valet. She kicked him in the side, breaking one of his ribs. The intense pain
caused him to wake up.

The valet opened his eyes and saw the lethal vixen posed over him. Her boot,
with a blood-soaked stiletto heel, was positioned right over his head. A look
of pure terror appeared on his face.

Claudia smiled. She loved his expression of pure fear and helplessness. She
savored it a moment longer, then drove her heel straight into his brain.

"Hot damn, we're good," said Claudia, pulling her high heel out of the late
valet's head.

Kelly high-fived her. "C'mon, let's grab our shit and get the fuck out of
here."

They left the corpses locked in the room. To be safe, they took the stairs
down. "Didn't they know how dangerous we were? And they came after us with
only two cops?" Claudia laughed.

"I bet those two wanted all the glory for themselves," said Kelly. "Well, my
thighs and your stilettos sure sent them straight to glory! Guess they should
have been more careful what they wished for!"

On the first floor, the girls slipped out the side exit to avoid being seen by
anyone at the front desk. Circling around to the front, they saw a car just
pulling up to the hotel. The well-dressed woman driving got out and handed her
key to a valet, then went inside. Another employee was standing by the key
box. No one else was around. Claudia and Kelly looked at each other and
nodded.

Claudia walked up to the man by the box, while Kelly went over to the man by
the car. "Excuse me, can I ask you a couple of questions?" said the Asian
beauty, with a flirtatious smile.

"S...sure," said the valet, his heart beating fast at the presence of this
gorgeous young woman.

Kelly rolled up her sleeves, displaying her thick, muscular forearms. "First
question. Do you think I have big arms for a girl?"

"Um...well, yes. But in a good way. I think they look sexy."

"Mmm, thanks," she cooed. "My wrist measurement is over seven inches. That's
better than a lot of guys. Okay, second question. Do you think I have enough
wrist strength to snap your neck one-handed?"

He stared in shock. "What?!"

"Let's find out." With that, Kelly reached out with her right hand and broke
his neck. "Cool, I do!"

The other man, who had been watching, panicked upon seeing Kelly's sexy kill,
but before he could move, Claudia grabbed him by the throat with her left
hand. "Let's see if I can do that."

With a wrist measurement of six and a half inches, Claudia's forearms weren't
quite as thick as Kelly's, but they were still big, especially for a 125-pound
girl.

Claudia gave a quick twist and heard the familiar CRACK. She grinned as she
looked at the corpse. "Cool! I thought I was too skinny to do that."

The girls hid the bodies behind some bushes, then tossed their bags into the
back seat of the businesswoman's car. Kelly got behind the wheel and Claudia
climbed into the passenger seat, still wearing her high heels. As they sped
off, Kelly grinned, "Wonder what she'll say when she discovers her car gone?"

"When she finds out the things we've done, probably something along the lines
of, 'Damn, I was lucky to only lose my car and not my life'!" Claudia laughed.

"They're going to find those dead guys and be looking for this car," said
Kelly, turning serious.

"Another ambush and kill for a new car?"

"You got it. Then we'd better get out of the country right away.

Luckily we have more disguises, fake IDs, and credit cards. Once we have the
new car, we'll head straight for the airport and buy

tickets to Costa Rica."

* * *

THE POLICE STATION

Sara got up from her chair. "I'm going to ask the cap'n if there's anything
new. Be right back."

She went to the office of her supervisor, Captain Peters. "Nothing too big,"
said Peters in response to her question. "Some hotel valet saw a couple of
girls he thought might be them. State Police are checking it out. We've had so
many false alarms, I don't think this is going to amount to anything."

"Which hotel?" asked Sara curiously.

"Four Seasons, I think."

She went back to tell Melanie. "The Four Seasons is the best hotel in town. If
they chose any hotel it'd probably be that one. I think we should go and have
a look. I just have this gut feeling."

Ten minutes later, the women pulled up in front of the Four Seasons. A
stressed-looking valet came up to them.

"We're not customers, we're doing an investigation," said Sara,

flashing her badge. "If you could just show us where to park that's out of the
way, please? Thanks."

Melanie looked at the valet's weary face. "You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just that when I came out here, the two guys that were supposed to
be here were just gone. Vanished into thin air. Plus one other guy never came
back from his break."

At that, the hair on the backs of both women's necks stood up and they looked
at each other. "Oh, no," said Sara.

"I think we're too late," sighed Melanie.

"I'll go inside," said Sara, leaping out of the car. "You take a look around
here."

Sara spoke to the personnel at the front desk. One of them informed her that
two policemen had come by and asked for the room of two suspect girls. A valet
had been with them.

"What room?" she called out, already turning towards the elevators.

"Suite 1820."

Meanwhile, Melanie was searching around the front of the hotel.

She looked behind some bushes and gasped when she saw the corpses of two men
in valet uniforms. Both had broken necks. "Motherfucker!" she swore.

As soon as the elevator doors opened at the top floor, Sara raced down the
hall to suite 1820 and pounded on the door. "Open up! Police!"

No answer. Sara took a deep breath and kicked the door with all her strength,
knocking it down. As it fell away, it revealed that there were three corpses
in the room, two in police uniforms and one in a valet's. She put her head in
her hands. "Motherfucker!" she swore.

She called Melanie on her cell phone. "The two cops and a valet are up here.
Dead. You? Wait, let me guess..."

"The two other missing valets are down here. Dead," Melanie confirmed.
"Corpses were tossed behind some bushes."

"Did you already ask the valet which car is missing?"

"Of course, Sara. I'm a smart blonde. It's a black Lincoln."

"Great. I'll be right down." On her way out, Sara threw a $100 bill onto the
front desk for the damage to the door.

* * *

As Kelly drove, Claudia studied a map. "Here, this area looks pretty isolated.
Good place for an ambush. We have to hurry. They'll be looking for this car."

Kelly turned onto a narrower road. Soon they were driving through a lonely
area. She pulled the car over to the side of the road and both girls got out.
Kelly popped the hood and they positioned themselves at the front of the car,
making themselves look like two young ladies trying to figure out what was
wrong with their disabled vehicle.

A few minutes later, a car came by and slowed to a stop. The driver was a
middle-aged man, and he was alone. Claudia and Kelly looked at each other and
grinned wickedly.

As the man got out of his car, Claudia approached him with a sexy smile.
"Thanks for stopping," she said. "Our car broke down. Could you give us a
lift? We'd be very grateful."

"S...sure," he said, astonished at how beautiful these two girls were.

"Oh, you will? That's so great. I think we should show him some gratitude
right away, don't you?" said Kelly.

"Oh yeah," agreed Claudia. "Let's go into the woods. We don't want anyone to
see what we're going to do to you!" She winked at the man.

Thinking he was about to get something hot, like a blow job or a hand job, the
man grinned and eagerly followed the girls into the trees. He hoped the Asian
girl would give him a hand job. Her forearms looked exceptionally strong.

"So, what do you have for me?" he said.

"This," Kelly responded. With that, she used her powerful thigh and butt
muscles to propel herself into the air, landing on his shoulders with her
thighs around his neck.

He got an automatic erection. "Do I get to eat your pussy?" His voice was
muffled by Kelly's hot crotch being right in his face.

"Not exactly," Kelly said with a smirk.

"We're going to kill you and take your car," snickered Claudia.

"What?!" came the fear-filled muffled voice. Before he could say or do
anything more, Kelly flipped her body backwards with all her strength. The
momentum flipped him too, causing him to land on his head, hard. The impact
broke his neck with a loud CRACK.

Kelly, on the other hand, landed perfectly on her feet.

"Fuck yeah!" cheered Claudia. "Let's go." The girls bent to pick up the
corpse.

"Not so fast," said a female voice from behind them.

Claudia and Kelly almost pissed in their pants. "I know that voice," said
Kelly.

"Oh, fuck, please just be someone with a similar voice," said Claudia.

"I'm afraid not," came a second, equally familiar voice.

Kelly and Claudia turned around. Sure enough, Sara and Melanie were standing
there, each with a pistol aimed straight at the younger girls.

"NOOOOOO!" shrilled Claudia. "YOU TWO again!"

"How did you find us?" demanded Kelly.

"We found the bodies at the hotel," Sara answered. "The valet told us which
car was missing. We put an APB out on it and luckily got a tip spotting it
before you had the chance to switch cars."

"Too bad we didn't get here fifteen seconds sooner so we could save that poor
sap," said Melanie, pointing to the corpse on the ground. "But that's the last
person you two are going to kill. Ever. We're going to make sure of that." Her
eyes hardened.

Looks of understanding and fear appeared on Kelly and Claudia's attractive
faces. "You're not really going to shoot unarmed girls, are you?" hissed
Claudia. "Real noble."

"No," said Sara. She and Melanie put their guns away. They had reached a
compromise on what to do when they caught the murderers. "But we are going to
finish you off permanently with these." She indicated her fists and feet.

"BRING IT, BITCH!" shouted Claudia, her blood flowing faster at the thought of
a fight to the death. She pointed an elegant finger at Sara. "You're mine!"
The two extremely hot Latinas circled each other.

"I'll be happy to kill blondie," said Kelly, advancing on Melanie. Melanie's
blonde hair and Kelly's black hair both flowed freely in the breeze.

With amazing speed, Kelly launched her powerful body through the air in a
flying kick at Melanie. Showing good speed herself, Melanie performed a
sideways aerial cartwheel to get out of the way. She wasn't quite prepared for
the degree of the younger girl's athleticism, however. Kelly made a perfect
landing and instantly threw herself into a roundoff back handspring. She was
too fast for Melanie to dodge and the blonde was knocked to the ground as the
raven-haired Asian beauty's boots kicked her in the face in mid-handspring.

Landing elegantly, Kelly stomped viciously on Melanie's pretty face, leaving a
nasty sole mark and making it not quite so pretty. She then prepared a head
kick that would have gone right through the older woman's skull bone had it
landed. But it was not to be. Before Kelly could launch her attack, Melanie
kicked her right between the legs. Kelly let out a scream of pain and clutched
her injured womanhood. Melanie used the opportunity to kip up to a standing
position and raise her fists.

Claudia faked a left, then nailed Sara in the eye with her right fist. While
Sara was dizzy, Claudia's left slammed into her cheek. Sara knew that cheek
would have a big purple bruise in the morning to go with her shiner. Cursing,
she drove her fist into Claudia's jaw, knocking one of her teeth loose. Sara
followed that up with a knee to her opponent's stomach. The blow landed with
powerful force, but the hardness of Claudia's abs absorbed most of the damage
and she let out only a small grunt of pain.

Melanie punched Kelly once in the stomach and twice in the face.

She then aimed a roundhouse kick at the dark-haired girl's head, but Kelly
swiftly ducked under it and side kicked Melanie in the chest. As the blonde
tried to recover, Kelly turned her back to her, taunted her by wiggling her
extremely well-muscled ass, and then put all her strength into a brutal donkey
kick that smashed into Melanie's stomach. Though Melanie had hard abs, the
sheer power of Kelly's kick left her gasping for breath. Kelly jump-kicked her
opponent, sending her flying backwards. The Asian girl then clapped her hands
like a cheerleader and did three standing back handsprings in a row to bring
her to Melanie. She spun around and punched the older woman in the nose,
breaking it.

Claudia viciously headbutted Sara, stunning her. Before the detective could
recover, the younger Latina cheerleader-kicked her in the face, knocking her
to the dirt. While Sara was down, Claudia kicked her in the side, breaking one
of her ribs. The teenage vixen then raised her left leg over her head in a
full vertical split, intending to destroy Sara's skull with a lethal axe-kick.
Sara, dizzy and in extreme pain, did the only thing she could do. She tripped
Claudia, sending her down. The wounded Sara was still in trouble, however, and
it got worse a second later when Claudia wrapped her ultra-strong thighs
around her slim waist and began squeezing, concentrating on the area around
Sara's broken rib. Sara let out an unearthly howl of agony.

Kelly and Claudia looked at each other briefly and grinned, laughing
sadistically at the battered conditions of their opponents. They were
confident that their prison workouts and fight training would lead them to
victory. After breaking Melanie's nose with her big fist, Kelly began swinging
another punch, when Melanie suddenly showed new life and blocked it.

Motivated by Sara's screams, Melanie wanted to go and help her friend, but
this teenage viperess was in the way. Before Kelly could try another attack,
Melanie punched her in the nose with all her strength, breaking Kelly's nose
in turn. "Take THAT, bitch!" she shouted, adrenaline flowing through her.
Balancing on her left leg, the blonde fired four ultra-fast machine gun kicks
to Kelly's head with her right. As the younger girl stood helpless, Melanie
roundhouse kicked her in the side, breaking a rib. "That was for Sara's broken
rib!" She then roundhouse kicked her in the other side, breaking another rib.
"And that was for my broken one, back in the fight when we arrested you!"

Melanie followed that up by judo throwing Kelly, sending her sailing through
the air to land in a heap.

Given the incredible strength of Claudia's legs, Sara knew she had only
seconds before her other ribs started giving in. Remembering how she had
gotten out of this when Candice had been doing this to her, Sara smashed her
elbow into the center of Claudia's forehead, causing her to see stars.
Claudia's thigh-grip loosened and Sara was able to get free. Climbing on top
of the younger Latina, Sara began punching her in the face. Blood flew, eyes
were blackened, and teeth were loosened. She let out a scream of battle rage
as she continued to pummel Claudia, only pausing when the pain from her broken
rib became overwhelming. Claudia used the opportunity to buck Sara off of her.
Both women kipped up to their feet. Claudia did a front handspring,

kicking Sara in the head. The older woman cried out in pain, but recovered
quickly and displayed her own gymnastic skill by doing a standing back
handspring, kicking Claudia in her already massively bruised face.

Melanie did a tumbling pass of a roundoff, back handspring, back layout to
bring her over to Kelly, who was just starting to get up. Melanie knocked her
back down with a knee to the face. Blood sprayed everywhere. Melanie grabbed
her opponent by the hair and rammed her knee into her face again, releasing an
even larger spray of blood. She then began kicking Kelly in the gut,

gradually weakening the Asian hottie's hard abs. Soon, Melanie's kicks were
doing devastating damage and eliciting high-pitched howls of pain.

She finally stopped after a dozen kicks and stepped back slightly. The blonde
turned around and wiggled her own ultra-hard butt. "This is payback...for
everything," she announced.

Melanie waited until she saw Kelly rise to her knees out of the corner of her
eye, then put every ounce of strength she had into a back kick centered
perfectly on her opponent's nose. The strength of her lethal mule kick drove
the cartilage in Kelly's nose into her brain and she slumped dead to the dirt.

Sara and Claudia both saw Melanie finish Kelly off. Sara smiled in triumph,
while Claudia let out a scream of rage. "Now it's your turn, cunt," said Sara,
her smile turning to a warrior scowl. Her face looked bad, but Claudia's was
far more battered. Sara made it even more so by viciously backhanding her
opponent across the face. She then performed a spin kick that impacted the
side of Claudia's head and sent her victim spinning around dizzily. She
followed that up with a crescent kick to the teenage girl's face. Claudia was
almost out on her feet.

"Time for the finisher," declared Sara. She heard Melanie shout, "You go,
girl!" in the background and smiled.

As a semi-conscious Claudia looked up, Sara did a perfect cartwheel. Her
booted feet slammed into Claudia's head one after the other, destroying her
skull and penetrating her brain. Blood, brain matter, and pieces of bone flew
everywhere as Claudia's corpse collapsed to the ground.

Sara completed her cartwheel and landed heavily but neatly. Melanie came over
and gave her a hug. "Careful of the rib," said Sara with a smile.

Melanie smiled back. "We did it."

Sara touched her broken rib and black eye and looked at her friend's broken
nose and bruised face. "Just barely, it seems.

I hope our age isn't showing. I almost wish I'd let you just shoot them."

"They must have done some serious training in prison," said Melanie. "C'mon,
let's both get to the hospital. When we've recovered, we'll go out and fight
some men. No man could be as tough as those two vixens." Seeing the look on
Sara's face, she added, "Men who have it coming, of course."

"Agreed," said Sara. She leaned on Melanie for support and the two hot women
made their way slowly back to the car.

THE END

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