Unknown - The big whip-off

Whether she wanted to or not, Denise was going to give Andy the fucking he wanted!

"Oh yeah, we're gonna be good friends. Real good friends," the frantically humping man promised.

Right before he shot her full with his cum!

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.