Unknown - The big whip-off

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.