It had been another lunch time spent at the gym. Nothing special, but then it rarely was. Leslie and Kay came here as often as they could but they certainly didn't need to do so just to maintain their figures. The lovely twosome got far more exercise in other ways then they could ever hope to match in a quick lunch hour visit to the health club.
Either of them could have run any of the aerobic instructors into the ground, reducing them to sweat soaked blobs of panting flesh before breaking a sweat themselves.
No, they mostly went so they could keep a watchful eye on their competition. Other women that is. To stay competitive you had to keep up with your enemy. Or at least know what she looks like.
More often than not it turned into a case of having every other female member hating the sight of them walking in the door. And all it because of the attention they drew to themselves. There wasn't a man in the place who didn't look.
Which, of course, was the other reason Leslie and Kay went there. One could never be too sure where your next play mate might come from. Neither girl could think of a good reason not for having a hard bodied male, or two, warming up on stand-by alert. And if you had a chance to see them half naked in a place like this, it made the picking and choosing so much easier.
Still, it turned out to be only a so-so day. The girls didn't see anyone they couldn't live without fucking. So before one of them grabbed some hunk out of boredom, they decided to get back to the office. Their work was within easy walking distance, and the stroll would be nice on such a warm, pleasant day.
The others who had been in the super advanced aerobics course were still reaching for oxygen bottles, but Leslie and Kay didn't have so much as a bit of moisture on their foreheads. So they didn't see much of a reason to change before heading back to the office. They'd change later.
Of course calling what they wore for working out clothes was being more than generous. The halter tops were maybe as big as a those of a fashionable swim suit. Maybe. But then the thin spandex showed much more nipple pucker than most swim suits would. The matching spandex bottoms could easily be classified as a bikini, with only the fact that both girls were wearing tights underneath keeping them at all legal as they wandered along the busy sidewalk.
No matter how you looked at them, and everyone along the way was, these two were sexy as hell!
Something they took in stride as they continued their walk. Chit chatting away until the front door of the building in front of them burst open, and a rushing body came running out.
"Out'a da fuck'n way!" the running man yelled.
Nearby people responded quickly to him, yelling as they did so. His masked features didn't warrant much respect, so it was probably because of the gun in his hand that got their attention.
The man was in such a hurry to get out of the bank building, yelling and waving his gun around, that he wasn't spending much time looking where he was going. No sooner had he cleared the doorway until he ran right into Leslie and Kay. Slamming hard into the redheaded Kay before he could stop himself.
Or bring the gun to bare on her. "Hey! Watch it!" Kay yelled. Her arms were already moving. Coming up quickly with both, Kay had one hand closing over the arm holding the gun, as the other knocked the weapon up at an angle away from herself and most of the people still standing around on the street.
She hadn't been expecting anything like this, and now that she was off balance, Kay was in the wrong position to disarm the man, or flip him away from her. So Kay went limp, letting the man's forward momentum carry him on down to the ground as she pulled on his arm. The two of them falling into a tangle of arms and legs.
"Fuck you bitch! Let go of me!" the gunman yelled as he tried to roll away, only Kay wasn't about to let go of the gun.
"Whatever happened to manners? Nobody ever says sorry anymore," she complained loudly as she tried to get her legs out from under the man.
The bank door had opened with a second gunman running out. He wasn't moving nearly as quickly after seeing his buddy go down. At first the second man thought his friend had only been clumsy and had fallen down. A thought he quickly changed as he saw Leslie moving towards him.
"You could save us all a lot of trouble if you just drop the gun now," the brunette said as she closed in on him.
"You got trouble alright!" She had to be kidding him. Who did this half naked bimbo think she was dealing with? The man leveled his gun right at Leslie's belly, his finger pulling on the trigger.
Only she wasn't there when the bullet fired. She had tucked her legs up and was throwing herself at his legs. Bowling him over as she struck him at the knees.
Kay's attacker had come to the conclusion he wasn't going to be able to pull the gun out of the girl's surprisingly firm grip, so instead of running, he threw himself on top of her. Hoping that if he smacked her around a bit she might change her mind about letting go.
His greater weight was on her all wrong and Kay had problems getting her free hand up to protect herself. As the two of them squirmed around on the sidewalk, the rough concrete was rasping at her back.
And not doing much good for the spandex she wore!
Snagging and ripping it apart in back. As she wriggled around, and the material didn't, her halter was pulled up over her breasts!
Suddenly the crowd which had been running for cover, started moving back. Or at least the males did. Rubbing their eyes in disbelieve as they came.
Leslie had her man down on the ground. His gun had flown from his hand when he hit the cement hard. Most of the air was forced from his lungs at the same time. Leslie's body was still tumbling forward as the third gunman opened the bank door. Hitting Leslie in the head with the metal edge, stunning her.
"All of you get back! Do it or she gets it right now!" gunman number three ordered. He had a young female teller held in his arm, and he was aiming a gun at her in a most menacing way.
The teller was terrified. Trembling in his arms, with tears running down her cheeks. If the thief hadn't had his arm wrapped around her waist, she would have dropped to the ground.
With a squeal of tortured rubber, a car came skidding up to the curb. The driver got a good look at the sprawled out bodies and let out a curse. Charging out of the car to help comrades.
"Come on! The place will be crawling with cops in a few seconds!" the driver shouted. He circled the care, opening both passenger side doors.
A moaning Leslie was still trying to shake some sense back into her hurting skull as the third gunman pulled his crying hostage past her. The man she had taken down was reaching for his gun as he struggled to get back on his feet. He was far from happy with what the sexy dark haired slip of a girl had done to him, or how she had embarrassed him. But with their get-a-way car sitting there waiting, he saw a window of escape which was much more interesting to him then a chance of getting even with Leslie was.
The driver was over helping to pull the first man out of Kay's grasp. Between the two of them yanking at her, the shredded spandex outfit gave up completely. Both of her beautiful breasts were out in the open for the world to appreciate, and her bikini bottom wasn't about to last for much longer.
With his knee in her belly, the gunman kicked himself away from the fighting redhead. But he lost hold on his gun at the same time.
Kay had been forcing his wrist back at such a painful angle for so long, he could hardly feel his fingers any longer, let alone take a good grip on the steel. The gun hit the sidewalk and slid under a parked car.
"Forget it! And forget her… let's get the hell out of here!" the driver yelled as he pulled himself away from the reaching Kay.
The gunman grunted. He realty wanted to take another kick or punch at the girl for showing him up like this. If she weren't so damn feisty, he'd like to take her along. With the pair of tits she had he was sure she could be a lot of fun.
As the two men headed for the car, Kay turned to check on Leslie. The brunette was still looking groggy and wasn't moving very fast. Kay let the crooks two and three get freely past her as she headed over to see how her friend really was. Arriving next to the door just as it opened again. A man with two large, heavy canvas sacks hanging from one arm came out.
A hand grenade clenched in his fist! "Fucking back away! I don't want to see anything but clear space in front of me!" the big man screamed.
Followed quickly by a scream from the bank teller. The goon holding her was waving his gun around in an effort to help clear people back. The plan wasn't going down right, and the gunman looked nervous enough to start shooting at any second.
Kay had narrowly missed being hit by the swinging door. Now she was behind the armed thief with the loot, helping to pull Leslie up to her knees.
"Which do you want?" Kay whispered in her partner's ear.
"With the way my head is spinning, I can't even tell how many there are," Leslie grumbled.
"In that case you get the easy one. Take the guy with the grenade."
"You're too kind."
Kay slipped one of her sneakers off and pulled her arm back to throw. The crook holding the canvas money bags was big enough for Kay to hide behind until the very last second. The goon waving his gun around was having problems loading his hostage into the back of the car and watching the crowd at the same time. The teller had gone limp, paralyzed with fear, and now her body was folding in all the wrong ways for him to try stuffing her in the back seat.
It left him standing with his gun hand outstretched out at his side. Not an easy target for Kay to throw at, but the man was too far away for her to simply rush without risking the gun going off.
It was more the shock of being hit then the actual force of the blow that caused the robber to drop his gun. His fingers were frantically grabbing at the ground to recover his weapon, as Kay's mostly naked body sprang towards him.
Flashing right past the man with the grenade.
"What the…! I warned you people!" the money man yelled out.
He tried reaching for the charging girl, but Kay had too much of a lead. It also meant he was looking in the wrong direction while Leslie made up her mind which of the male images in front of her might be the real one. She reached up for the money bags and yanked, swinging the crook back towards the bank.
"What the…! You stupid cunt!"
Leslie still had a good grip on the canvas even as the much bigger started pulling back against her. He was starting to lift her up and Leslie knew she had to do something about that before the advantage turned back to him.
She collapsed her legs under her, falling to the ground hard on her butt. Somehow she maintained a hold on the money bags. Twisting on her hip she was able to get her feet braced against the side of the doorway. Using it to kick her body away with.
Leslie's tights and bikini were turned into no more than brightly colored spandex ribbons as she scooted along the rough sidewalk butt first. By keeping hold of the canvas she also jerked the big man off balance and made him drop to one knee. "You stupid cunt! I'll kill you!" he screamed as he pulled the pin from the grenade.
Kay heard the man's yell also. Her body had followed the same trajectory as her thrown shoe, with her body arriving only an instant later. She hit the now gunless man in the small of the back, pushing him against the car. His jaw cracked loudly as it smacked against the steel door frame.
Kay's fingers closed over the wrist of the bank teller. It took two precious seconds before the girl realized she was being rescued and actually helped move her own body away from the unconscious crook.
Two long seconds during which a grenade was being stuffed into Leslie's halter top!
"You girls like getting a big one, well here's the biggest screwing you'll ever get!" the man snarled as he pushed Leslie away. Her head hitting loudly on the side of the building. The world went into slow motion for the brunette as her head filled with colors, stars and bright hot pain!
The guy didn't try to get his feet under him, he just threw himself towards the car. Making a mad dash for the open front door. Having to get to safety before the grenade went off.
Kay was dragging the trembling bank teller over to Leslie as fast and hard as she could pull. In her head she could hear the timer clicking down.
"Get… Get inside," Leslie muttered, to weak to make more than a fumbling move towards her chest.
Kay wanted to help. Needing to do something, but there wasn't any time left. She shouted over her shoulder, "Get down, get clear! Grenade!"
Then she threw herself through the front door of the bank, teller first.
Leslie was up on her knees. Both hands were on her chest fighting the tight spandex. Whipping the clinging material out of the way, she got hold of the deadly egg. With one flick of her wrist she tossed the grenade away.
Right under the getaway car!
A hand closing over her ankle just as…
Blam!
First, the grenade went off, splintering the car.
Then… blam!
A second explosion erupted as the car's gas tank ignited.
Miraculously no one was injured, except for the bank robbers who went up with their car.
Leslie had been snared by Kay and dragged into the safety of the bank building just before the fire ball and debris reached her.
Leslie and Kay were smiling at each other. Laying all but naked on the floor as the bank guards quickly reacted to what just happened.
Aiming their guns at the girls and ordering them to remain where they were. Keeping them like that until the police showed up minutes later. The men in blue swooped in and snapped handcuffs on both women as the guards explained about the fight they had seen outside. The best they could figure it, there must have been a falling out amongst thieves. The one thing they all agreed on was it had been the dark haired girl who set off the explosive. She had to be a part of it! Unfortunately, the teller who had been taken hostage had fainted the instant the grenade went off, so she was unable to confirm the story one way or the other.
Nobody had an explanation as to why the women bank robbers would be nearly nude, but there also weren't many complaints about it. Soon the lone, brave guard pointing a gun at the two busty felons as he watched over them with an eagle eye, was joined by other helpful eyes.
Many, many pairs of them!
All of them watching to make sure the women didn't try anything that the men would miss out on, or would have a chance to participate in. There wasn't a man in the building who wasn't hoping for a chance to be hero by throwing himself onto one of the cuffed girls. Doing it only at risk of life and limb to prevent them from escaping of course.
The fire engine and police transport trucks arrived out in front of the bank at about the same time. It took the fire crew longer than usual to get things under hand. They had stopped first to offer their aid to the police as Leslie and Kay were loaded into the paddy wagon, not feeling sure the number of blue uniforms was equal to the task of securing this dangerous duo.
It took a good deal of wrestling. Most of with was forcing the men still straining to get a good look at the fabulously nude females back out of the truck, before the heavy doors clanged shut and were locked.
Kay and Leslie sat opposite each other, hands still cuffed behind their backs, and there was a police officer sitting next to each of them.
The truck was hardly in gear before Kay turned toward the officer assigned to guard her. "You know it really wasn't our fault." Her lower lip was trembling slightly. Making her look so sad and troubled, softly innocent. "And it's so cold sitting here like this."
Leslie leaned back against the wall of the truck, her eyes scrunching closed. Oh God, she thought. Here it comes.
"I'm so very, very cold." Kay's soft eyes were silently pleading with the patrol man. "Are they turning blue yet?" Her body had turned at the waist and Kay was thrusting both of her exposed breasts directly at the man.
"What? You mean your… Well they're… I mean," he stammered. Zeroing his eyes in one the lush mounds as if he hadn't noticed her state of undress before.
"I can hardly feel a thing, they're so cold. You don't think I'll get gangrene?" Kay pouted.
I'm going to be sick, Leslie thought. For as long as she had known Kay, the girl simply had no self control. She couldn't be around a cute guy for longer than five seconds before her pussy began to pucker up. It was embarrassing!
"I… I don't think so. It sure would be a waste though," the man said thoughtfully.
"Couldn't you check for me? I'm so worried." Those pleading eyes of hers could melt even Donald Trump's heart.
"Well I guess…" He wasn't sure this was part of his line of duty, but he was supposed to make sure she made it down to the station safely and in one piece. His hand came out to lightly brush over one of Kay's full chest mounds. It was far from cold.
"The other one is cold too," a breathy voice reminded him.
The officer nodded. He felt rather silly for not having thought of that himself as he reached out with his other hand so he could test both breasts at the same time.
"Oooh! That's so much better. But I'm afraid I'm cold in so many places."
Somehow without moving her chest from his hands, Kay twisted the rest of her body around on the bench seat. Her legs spreading slightly as she did so, and a tuft of her red pubic hair poked out from the tattered remains of her tights.
"Where else are you cold?" the officer asked helpfully.
"All over. Oh I wish I could show you exactly where," she said in a little girl whine.
This is too much! Doesn't she have the slightest trace of self respect? How can she act like this? Leslie asked herself. But she already knew the answer. Kay had the morals of an alley cat in heat.
"What about here?"
The officer slid one hand down along the trim edge of Kay's rib cage. The other hand of course stayed right on her breast. Couldn't run the risk of frost bite occurring while he was checking her. What would the Captain say?
"Yes. There and everywhere."
It didn't take long before the testing hand was nestled between Kay's widely spread thighs. The torn tights didn't hamper the officer's fingers a bit as he checked around for more signs of frost bite. "Ooohhh yes! Oh I'm feeling warmer already. You're so cleaver."
Kay twisted her body around so she was leaning back against the cute officer. During this transition, his hand never left the tight confines of her female junction. His two inserted fingers being held firmly in place.
"You're so very… very… cleaver," she said in a husky, sexy voice.
Her lips were on his chin, lightly kissing as they made their way up to his mouth. Her tongue softly parted his lips, then bravely invaded his waiting mouth. Her hands being cuffed didn't prevent Kay's fingers from working his zipper open, or pulling out his cock.
"If just your fingers can make me feel warm, I wonder what this could do?" she asked as she massaged his dick into a full erection. "Well… I don't…"
"Well I do!"
Kay was up, spinning her legs around and sitting back down on his lap. His cock sinking right into her wet pussy before the officer knew what was happening.
The guard next to Leslie looked like he was watching a tennis game. His head kept bouncing from side to side as he looked at what was happening across the way, then over to the dark haired nymph next to him.
Leslie noticed and couldn't help but think, "Don't even think about it scum ball. Just because Kay's always in rut doesn't mean I am. I have self control. I respect myself."
"How about you?" her leering officer asked. "Are you cold?"
Leslie didn't answer. Still leaning back against the side of the truck, she closed her eyes so she didn't have to look at him anymore. She felt insulted that the man could even compare her to Kay in such a disgusting way.
"Well maybe we better just give you a quick check over anyway," the man offered.
His style was different from that of his partner. First he didn't waste any time in getting started. Second, he believed oral temperature testing might be more accurate. Leaning over, he took one of Leslie's nipples in his mouth and sucked on it greedily.
He pulled her legs apart with one hand, shoving two fingers into her pussy with the other!
"No…don't!" she begged as she squirmed around under his pressing weight.
"What's wrong?" he growled, hoping he hadn't gotten the wrong girl.
"I… don't you…"
"Yeah, what?" Damn it! Jerry was going to get fucked, and fucked good, while I sit here having to jerk off because this cold fish doesn't want to put out.
His fingers were still pumping in and out of Leslie's pussy, which was sure wet enough.
"Don't you… Don't you think we could fuck better if you got your cock out for me?"
The guy almost hurt himself as he pulled his pants off. It took him three stabs before he had the girl speared on his rod. After that all he had to do was lay back and enjoy. She was moving and humping around enough for the both of them.
Leslie was thoroughly enjoying the therapeutic fuck. It made all the pain in her head go away. And best of all, she still had her dignity.
She wasn't some easy slut like Kay.
Hell, the man had all but raped her, right?
She'd held him off for as long as she could, now all she could do was make the best of the situation.
God, but it was nice getting out of the office for lunch.