The Sexfight Tournament : Rebecca vs Stephanie

From my past Friends Fighting story commissions, the buyer wants a full blown sexfight tournament with her group of friends. First part puts them against each other in a bathroom/shower sexfight until one can't take it anymore.

The girls had been expanding their sexfight league more and more lately as they kept dishing out more challenges. They grew more invested as the popularity grew, and formed a crude ranking as they compared wins and losses. A few of the more successful fighters met up for lunch to discuss the future, and when talk of a whether or not they had a champion or not came up, they proposed their big tournament to decide. They figured the eight best to set up into the brackets and then sent out an open invitation for their club to attend the small Miami beach resort where they'd be holding their big event.

With almost every member attending, there were several dozen girls spread out through the hotel rooms. They were all excitement as participants and audience alike settled in to watch the first fight. They were all given a website to watch, since this one would be in too small quarters to allow a big audience. Rebecca and Stephanie would be taking the honor of having the first sexfight, being worked up to a near orgasm by their referee before being let loose to fuck each other into submission in one of the rooms' bathrooms.

The room itself was large and clean, with a glass-lined shower big enough to easily fit both of the sexy combatants.  A fuzzy carpet covered the middle of the tile floor, the sink cleared off from anything to avoid anyone actually getting hurt. Roxanne (a short, dark-skinned girl with bikini bottoms and a tight referee-striped shirt) went to each of the girls' rooms, where they left together in bathrobes to the neutral bathroom before the stripped down. Roxy would be judging the match, the girl only having one match so far but a big fan of the whole operation.

Rebecca was 5'6" and pale, clearly the most extreme of the group with her punky look. She had long hair that was dyed a toxic-looking green, and roughly half of the flesh not covered by her swimsuit was instead covered in tattoos. She had opted for a one piece bathing suit, but it was made more revealing by several long lines through it as if it had been torn by some attacking animal.

Stephanie was on the other side of the bathroom, the curvy redhead bearing a slightly more generous figure but the same height as her opponent. She had a vaguely hourglass figure, with wide hips that filled out her bikini nicely. The swimsuit itself was a red and black piece that showed an alternating diamond pattern on either side, drawing attention to her considerable assets.

Roxy set up the portable webcam high on the mirror where the girls wouldn't bump into it easily. The rest of the girls received the feed, mostly on their laptops while a few of them had gathered together in one or two of the rooms to drink and watch in a group. Roxy gave a short wave to the camera to make sure it worked, hearing the distant cheers of the rowdy girls down the hall. She shut and locked the bathroom door and motioned Rebecca over to her. The green-haired goth stepped in front of the ref, arms relaxed at her sides and legs spread apart to leave herself perfectly open to the "official's" hands.

Roxy ran her hands along the pale girl's skin, almost as if she were searching her for foreign objects. As her hands went lower, it was clear that she was doing much more than just that to Rebecca. Roxy fingers slid down Rebecca's tattooed thighs before dipping under the bottom of her one piece, letting one of her hands cup and massage the outside of the green-haired girl's pussy. Rebecca took a deep, steadying breath but stared ahead at the mirror, even as Roxy started to kiss and nuzzle against her breasts. Her nipples started to harden, enough that their outlines could soon be seen through her swimsuit.

Rebecca kept her expression level for the most part, but anyone watching closely could see her arousal building rather quickly. Her breathing picked up its pace, lifting and lowering her breasts as she went on with the passive acceptance of Roxy's attention.

Roxy soon accelerated the process, kneeling down in front of her and pulling aside the crotch of Rebecca's bathing suit. Roxy pressed her face in between the tattooed thighs and started noisily licking. Rebecca's eyes fluttered a bit as she gasped softly, her body tensing in response to the more intense and invasive inspection. Roxy reached above her head to grope both of the competitor's breasts, squeezing them just firmly enough to startle Rebecca into gasping again. It wasn't until her nipples were rock hard and her breathing a bit shaky that Roxanne relented with her seductive touch.

"She's ready," Roxanne reported, wiping her damp lips off before flashing a wink at the camera. "Next."

Stephanie stepped up and switched places with Rebecca, Roxy promptly getting to work. Roxy wanted to be finished with her while Rebecca was still warmed up, wanting to pit the girls against each other when they were both almost ready to burst. With the first orgasm early in the match, the girls were expecting it to get rough and desperate very quickly.

Fortunately, Steph had already been turned on by watching her handle Rebecca. Roxy lifted up her bikini top, flashing her breasts for their private audience before the brunette started sucking on her already stiffening nipples. She alternated kissing and fondling between her breasts before sliding her hand down Stephanie's stomach. The redhead moaned softly as she felt Roxy's dark fingers slide inside her, pumping slowly in and out of her already damp entrance. Stephanie's legs spread and as Roxy's mouth moved to her left breast she felt her heart racing against her lips. She gave one more stroke of her finger before popping off of her and letting Stephanie fix her bikini.

"Alright. Both girls are ready. You know the rules: break up after each orgasm, and this doesn't end until someone verbally submits. Now go get 'er, girls!"

At the word go, both girls moved briskly towards each other. The foreplay had not only made them more aroused and vulnerable to their first orgasm, but got their blood pumping and ready to take the initiative. They both ignored faintest of cheers that penetrated the walls as their neighboring girls enjoyed the show already. Stephanie ducked as she lunged her body towards Rebecca, pressing her shoulder into the green-haired girl's breasts. Her hands went to her opponent's hips, leaving Rebecca to grab at her hair and shoulders rather than any of her sweet spots.

Stephanie slid her hands under the bottom of Rebecca's swimsuit. The idea of teasing and foreplay had been eliminated, as far as she was concerned, by the pregame warmups that had the tattooed fighter ripe for the picking. Her fingers felt around for a good grip on Rebecca's opening, but the Becky grabbed her hair and forced her to look up into an aggressive embrace. Steph moaned as Rebecca kissed her roughly, groping one of her breasts and distracting the redhead from her handiwork.

Stephanie tried to push her back and regroup, but their intimate embrace was too deep to escape that easily. By the time she was truly returning the kiss, Rebecca had pulled her fingers away from her pussy and pressed herself more aggressively into her sexual foe. Stephanie was left on the defensive and was bullied back by Rebecca's breasts until she felt her ass hit the counter that made up the bathroom sink.

Steph gave a brief moan as the impact jarred her thick hips in a way that made her pussy twitch and tingle. It was easy for Rebecca to grab her hair and wrist to turn her around, forcing the redhead to bend over the counter. Her sensitive breasts were pushed down against the ceramics, leaving Stephanie facing the mirror as she was forced to watch her green-haired rival proceed to have her way with her. With Stephanie facing the wrong direction, Rebecca had to apply much less effort to keeping her pinned down. Steph tried to push and thrash as Rebecca took hold of her, wrapping one arm under hers to trap it in place while her other hand pulled down Stephanie's bottoms.

The green-haired sexfighter attacked by focusing on Stephanie's crotch and neck. Rebecca sucked on the curvy redhead's neck and throat, giving it a pleasantly numb and tingly sensation before she'd bite into the wet flesh. All the while, she'd slid her fingers under Steph's ass to stuff two fingers into her pussy. Stephanie not only moaned from arousal, but saw her horny expression as well as the hungry, predatory gaze of her molesting foe. Combined with the pre-match arousal, the redhead couldn't hold out for long. Rebecca felt her breathing pick up its pace as she fingered deeper inside Stephanie's snatch, tapping two fingers rapidly against her clit.

Steph's pussy finally clenched as her hips burst with a surrendering orgasm. She screamed hard enough to fog up the mirror in front of her, shaking badly enough for her tits to jiggle against the countertop while Rebecca held her down.

"That's a squirt! Break it up, Becky!" Roxie declared, the punky girl complying and backing away from Stephanie and the mirror. Steph took a moment to rub her aching snatch, still throbbing and dripping wet from her orgasm. She knew Rebecca had to be pent up herself, but she'd have to get close enough to take advantage of the fact. When their short ref gave them a wave to go ahead, both girls came out quick and aggressive.

Rebecca went for the redhead's snatch, still tender from her fresh orgasm. Stephanie managed to keep slapping and shoving her hand away, learning her lesson from before and going for Rebecca's top half instead. She grabbed and squeezed roughly on the green-haired competitor's tit, kissing and nibbling at her cleavage hard enough to leave little red spots on her skin in her wake. Rebecca groaned and pulled at her attacker's hair, Steph glad to see that she was horny enough to enjoy the rough treatment.

Rebecca pulled more firmly on Steph's hair, trying to force the redhead into another assertive kiss. Stephanie let her shift her focus to her lips instead of her hips so she could surprise her when she grabbed the thinner girl's legs and pulled. Rebecca landed on her back with a soft thump against the carpet, surprised by the sudden takedown. It made things easy for Stephanie to spread out Rebecca's legs and sit her butt down on the tattooed woman's crotch, starting to grind her thick hips into her.

Although Steph got a bit of excitement grinding against Rebecca's inner thigh, the green-haired girl clearly took the worst of the sexual clash. Stephanie's improvised lapdance kept her pinned and firmly rubbed over her pussy through her swimsuit, and a damp spot was clearly forming over her groin.

"You like that, don't you, slut?" Stephanie grinned down at her, confidence rising with the placement of her ass leaving her in a rather unshakable position. Her thick hips limited how much Rebecca could move her lower body, and she had a grip on one of her legs with her own arms and thighs. Rebecca grabbed and clawed at her, but she couldn't reach anything sensitive enough on Steph to do more than deliver some annoying slaps to her arms. Even that was quickly minimized when Stephanie reached down and grabbed the front of Rebecca's top, shoving her back to the ground by gripping the various slotted holes over her cleavage. Their struggles along with Stephanie's grinding quickly started to tear the thin strands of fabric, opening up more and more of the panting punk's cleavage. Her full lips parted and breathing heavily, Rebecca's hips finally bucked as they tried to join in Stephanie's pelvic rhythms to make the most of her impending orgasm.

"That's the stuff. I knew you'd love it," Stephanie purred, lifting the trapped leg of Rebecca's and starting to kiss and suckle on her toes. The bottomless top girl soon felt Rebecca quiver and give out a long groan, the bottom of her one piece rapidly soaking as if she had suddenly wet herself. Roxanne stepped up to gently urge Steph away and slid her fingers under Rebecca's suit, getting another shrill gasp from the tattooed woman.

"That's a big one! Spread out, ladies!"

Stephane fell back to her knees, catching her breath slowly while Rebecca crawled the other direction on the carpet. She tried to adjust her upper half of her swimsuit, but with the taut elastic torn, it was practically falling off of her. Meeting Stephanie's eyes, she gave a short glare before pulling at it sharply. Steph was actually a bit impressed as she tore the swimsuit down the middle, popping the last of the strands away and leaning back on her ass, stripping her swimsuit off entirely.

"I'd say I'm done playing around," Rebecca warned as she caught Steph's eye again, but grinned mischievously. "But I only just started playing."

"Good," Stephanie jabbed back, reaching back to untie her bikini top and leave herself naked as well. "I thought you were just starting to get boring." With their naked gauntlet thrown, Roxanne stepped far enough back to let them freely go after each other and waved for them to proceed once again.

The girls clashed again with a fleshy smack, ramming breast to breast into each other and grabbing for the other's hands. They locked up in a clumsy grapple, grinding their breasts into their opponent's. The hard nipples dragged across each other, sending shocking ripples of pleasure through both girls' bodies. Stephanie managed to take the upper hand enough to start bumping Rebecca back, striking out with her bare breasts and smacking her bit by bit towards the shower. She gave one last push that pressed Rebecca's ass against the sturdy glass door, sandwiching her there as Stephanie pressed her hips as well as her breasts against the tattooed rival.

Rebecca didn't take this quietly (she moaned a lot, if nothing else). She groped and spanked at Stephanie's ass, and squirmed so that her sweaty skin squeaked against the pane of glass. Steph gave soft grunts when Rebecca upped the force behind her sharp, angry spanking, making her ass jiggle and indirectly tease her pussy. She tried keeping the green-haired sexfighter trapped, wanting to use the shower door to stimulate her from both sides at once, but when Rebecca started to pull at her hair while squeezing her nails into her ass cheeks, Stephanie had to change tactics.

The redhead took Rebecca by her hair and pulled her back suddenly. The swift change of pace left her off-balance, allowing Stephanie to quickly slide the shower door open and force her inside. She let Rebecca catch herself against the far wall while Steph just slapped the shower handle, spraying the hot water over her. Rebecca gasped at the surprising contact with her skin. Stephanie went in right after her, grabbing Rebecca's relaxing thighs and going to her knees as she started aggressively kissing and sucking on her pussy.

Rebecca moaned as the two girls were quickly coated by the steamy water, briefly making her lightheaded enough to allow the slightly heavier girl to continue tasting her. She eventually overcame the tingling of her loins and took Stephanie by the hair. She pulled her out just enough to break her away from her pussy and shoved Stephanie's head between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together into a head scissor, trapping Steph facing behind her as she knelt to the floor of the shower. It bent Stephanie down to all fours, slapping and pushing at Rebecca's thighs while thrusting her ass up into the air. The neon-colored girl had easy work reaching past Stephanie's wet body and fingering her from behind.

"Come on. Gimme another. Let it alllll out, you gushing slut," Rebecca taunted, working on Stephanie's mind as well as her body. Stephanie started to pant and whine, the first orgasm on top of the Roxanne’s buildup before the fight clearly making them both horny as hell. Rebecca's other hand went underneath to pinch and pull down on Stephanie's nipple, almost as if trying to milk her. While no real milk came out, she certainly started to leak as Rebecca rubbed the warm water around inside her.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck... fuuuuuck, you bitch!" Stephanie managed to stammer out, staring vacantly at the wall when she shook and squirted over the shower. Roxy started to lean into the shower to check for the orgasm, but Rebecca confidently stepped away, licking her fingers sexily for the unseen audience before running her digits beneath the showerhead to wash them clean. With the break happening already, Roxy didn't bother getting wet and waited outside as Stephanie helped herself back up, leaning heavily on the wall. She breathed heavily and wiped some of the water from her hair, clearly feeling it after two orgasms and the moist, muggy air filling the shower.

Rebecca was quick to come after her again, and Steph found herself too sluggish from the afterglow of their last encounter to stop her. A tattooed arm went around Stephanie's neck and turned her around, mashing the redhead's breasts into the shockingly cool surface of the shower. It jolted Steph back to life, but also stiffened her nipples to almost painful levels. Rebecca reached around to cup her crotch, rubbing at it and preventing Steph from pressing it against the walls and keep her away from it.

"Gotcha, princess," Rebecca purred in her ear, biting firmly on Stephanie's earlobe. The redhead gasped sharply and her hips bucked on their own. At this point, the already thin line she had between pain and pleasure was ridiculous. It sent a fresh shiver down her spine and she pushed and squirmed against the wall, already a moaning mess at the touch of Rebecca's aggressive hands. Her hand managed to slip on the wet surface and knocked over a bottle of body wash, the lid popping open and surprising both girls when the soapy blue sludge splashed onto them both.

The cleansing gel had gotten over both of them (adding another bright and unnatural color to Rebecca), but Stephanie was glad to be out of the sexual trap. She turned and grabbed Rebecca's hands before she could bring them to bear on her again, pressing her body into Rebecca to try to take the initiative. The two ground themselves against each other, hard nipples flicking each other while Stephanie bumped her heavier hips against Rebecca's. The scrubbing of their bodies grinding together worked up a quick lather, a mix of the raw, slimy body wash and a gathering foam running between them that trickled down their easily stimulated skin.

Stephanie managed to use her element of surprise and leverage to get Rebecca to slip on the soapy water and stumble back. She caught herself against the wall, but Stephanie caught her thighs and pulled them up and towards her to force her to lean against the shower's edge just to stay standing. It also put her at an easy angle for Steph to start humping right into Rebecca’s pussy, her aroused and parted pussy lips leaving her clit wide open for Stephanie's Intimate attack.

Rebecca gasped and her nails raked over Stephanie's trapping arms, which the redhead took as a sure sign she was nearing another eruption herself. Rebecca's hand started slapping against the wall behind her, something Steph mistook for another sign of her sexual vulnerabilities. Instead, Rebecca finally found the shower's handle and gave it a twist. The water's pressure turned up while its temperature dropped, and Stephanie pulled back with a surprised squeal as her hot and muggy body was stung by the cold.

Rebecca wasted no time in taking advantage, taking out Stephanie's legs with a tackle and spreading them out. She started to finger her as the water pelted them both, Steph too surprised and aroused from her prior teasing. She moaned and felt her pussy twitching, but Rebecca pulled her legs to rearrange her on the floor of the shower. She finally left the redhead where the pressurized stream of water was blasting right into her pussy, leaving Stephanie gasping and screaming as she was left to unwillingly masturbate with the showerhead. Even with the shocking cold, Stephanie had to shake and squirt her cum down the drain before Rebecca let her go.

Rebecca held her legs and pussy lips open to let all the watching girls see her earth-shattering orgasm before Roxy made them break it up. Stephanie crawled to the other side of the shower, breathing heavily as she twisted the shower's handle back to something warmer. She tried to rub at her crotch to ease the tingling sensation, but feeling how wet and sensitive she was almost made it sting to the touch.

"Thanks for letting me get ahead," Rebecca grinned at her from across their sexual glass arena. "You must want it really bad to keep giving me those openings."

"Don't get cocky yet, slut," Stephanie snapped back, wiping some of the water from her skin and cum from her thighs. "I'm gonna have you flooding this room by the time I'm done with that pussy."

The girls lunged back at each other, wet skin slapping together loudly as they grabbed for whatever part of their opponent's curves that they could. Stephanie dug her nails roughly into Rebecca's ass, pulling and squeezing so that the tattooed girl's pussy was forced to grind against hers. Even if Stephanie had cum more than Rebecca, she had been teasing her throughout their last round. The green-haired sexfighter was quickly groaning and grunting, but she had taken a grip on Stephanie's tits and scraped her fingernails along her nipples. While it was clearly excited the redhead, drawing soft moans and gasps out of her when she pinched and twisted her tender, pink tips. Rebecca still felt the overwhelming pulses of pleasure running through her hips whenever Steph rammed into their pussies together. Her teased twat kept twitching as the splashes of shower water and their mixed sexual fluids kept trickling down over her labia.

Through her hazy arousal, Rebecca recognized that the lockup was a losing battle. She gave one last rough tug on Stephanie's tits before running her hand down to her thigh. While she couldn't reach Stephanie's snatch through their intense grinding, she was able to firmly grasp Stephanie's thigh and lift up on it sharply. Steph gasped and held onto Rebecca for balance, barely keeping from falling to the shower's floor. The tattooed woman's fingers slapped against her pussy, getting a sudden squeak out of the redhead before she fell the rest of the way to her knees.

"Gotcha, sugartits," Rebecca gloated, grabbing at Stephanie's hands to keep her down. That worked in part, but Stephanie was able to lift her upper body up off the ground. Rebecca had spread her legs to try to mount the downed sexfighter, but the redhead swiftly slammed her lips into the green-haired girl's pussy. Steph instantly went to work with her mouth and tongue, leaving Rebecca unable to do anything but moan and grab at her hair.

Rebecca grabbed at the anything for balance, but the watery walls gave little leverage. Stephanie held onto her legs and pressed her face and arms into the green-haired girl, pressing her counter-attack by burying her face into her soaking wet pussy. A line about carpet not matching the drapes felt appropriate, but Stephanie didn't dare risk losing her lip lock when she was this far behind in their sexual race.

Rebecca leaned back into the shower's walls, pulling uselessly at Stephanie's hair in what started to turn into stroking more than clawing. The redhead sucked and stroking at her pussy lips, parting her wider still and driving her tongue in deeper. She flexed and pressed her tongue around inside Rebecca, easily finding and flicking it against her clit. The tattooed woman's hands were committed to holding her against her crotch as the arousal overtook her, gasping and even humping Stephanie's face to encourage her to make her cum. Stuck precariously between the far wall and Stephanie's mouth, Rebecca's dam broke again as she gave a short, sharp cry as she came over the redhead's face. She slurped away at her snatch hungrily, sending even more powerful aftershocks through Rebecca's privates until Roxanne made them split up. Rebecca stared down at her with half-lidded eyes as Stephanie smirked back at her and spit out a mix of shower water and her opponent's cum.

"I'm catching up quick. Think that soft pussy of yours can take another one of those?" Steph gloated as she shifted back to the other side of the shower. She moved slowly and purposefully, trying to hide the fact that her own pussy was already throbbing and tingled just from walking. Both girls could tell: things were going to end soon.

Some of the soapy foam still trickling down their skin, Roxy motioned for them to start again. Stephanie had expected Rebecca to be slow and cautious like she was, given that she'd just orgasmed, but as exhausted as she was, she seemed to be equally fired up. The tattooed fighter slammed her chest into Stephanie's catching her by surprise as their sensitive tits mashed together. While both gasped in their mixed arousal and pain, Rebecca rode her momentum to trap Stephanie against the wall farthest from the shower head. Rebecca instantly trapped her wrists against the linoleum and started sucking on her neck as she ground their pussies together.

"Oh, you jolly green bitch!" Stephanie moaned, but she felt the tightening of her throat just make it easier for Rebecca to suck and lick more firmly, leaving dark hickies in her wake. Her tattooed assailant chuckled and made moans of her own, sending tingling vibrations up her neck.

Steph finally brought herself to fight back by squeezing Rebecca's breasts and pushing back hard. The green-haired girl stumbled and fell onto her ass, but it wasn't for Stephanie to move in on. She grabbed the remaining bottle of conditioner and squeezed it out, spraying Rebecca like a hair-strengthening moneyshot. The surprisingly cool substance made the downed girl gasp before Stephanie grabbed and pulled her leg out, starting to rapidly and firmly finger her. Rebecca started to groan, but she was still fired up as she pulled Stephanie's leg and brought her down to her level.

"Don't go turning me on and then expect me to switch off," Rebecca warned as she started wrestling with Stephanie for better reach on her pussy. They twisted themselves out of the way and pulled on the other's legs and hair for the right angle, but with them both after the same thing it was proving difficult. Rebecca was the one to cut off their mutual wild goose chase by grabbing Steph by the hips and holding her to the shower's floor, proceeding to start tribbing their parted pussies together.

"Ohhhh, you slutty bitch," Stephanie moaned, arching her back under her. The conditioner was all over their skin by now, making any attempt to rise or escape extra difficult as if they were oil wrestling. She slapped and tugged on Rebecca's breasts, trying to distract and arouse her while she went humping back. The angle was too much for the redhead, and Steph was still fighting one more orgasm than Rebecca was.

"Come on, fuckslut," Rebecca grunted with a wicked grin on her face. "I can feel that clitty throbbing. Give us a big wet one and call it quits." Rebecca soon started trying to wriggle free rather than fight back, her pussy feeling so intensely aroused that it hurt.

"Fuck... you... AOOOHHHHHH!" Steph started to shake violently under Rebecca, her dominant thrusting overwhelming her. The redhead was launched into a wild orgasm, unable to shut her gaping mouth even when she was done screaming with pleasure. Rebecca kept her pinned, riding her out until Roxy made the call to pull out. Rebecca slid over on her knees, breathing heavily but grinning hungrily as if waiting for more. Steph couldn't even get to her knees, breathing heavily as her breasts bounced around on her chest.

When she didn't rise quickly enough, Roxy made the call to go ahead anyway. Stephanie tried to crawl away and out of the shower, but Rebecca was quick to grab her hair and force her to stand on her shaky legs. "Show's not over yet, pretty girl," Rebecca cooed to her as she forced her legs apart. "Let's give them some more. I can keep going all night."

Thinking she could hear the faintest sound of the girls cheering from the other rooms, Stephanie remained powerless to stop her as Rebecca shoved her fingers into her pussy from behind. Her other hand variously pulled at her hair and spanked her ass while pressing her tits and face against the shower door. Her slick skin squeaked across the glass while Rebecca skillfully spread and stroked her pussy. It wasn't long before she'd trapped Steph's clit between two fingers, pumping her digits to stroke it on either side. Steph was too weak and aroused to resist as she was forced to squirt her latest orgasm all over the bottom half of the shower door. She moaned and shrieked as she slapped her hand rapidly against the glass.

"Steph, can you go on?" Roxy pried, and the redhead shook her head no.

"Fuck! Ohhh fuck, noooo! I give! Get her off me! Get her out of me!" Stephanie moaned. Her clit felt redhot, like it would never stop throbbing. She couldn't imagine another orgasm

Rebecca slid open the shower door, leaving Stephanie propped up against the other half of the glass looking like a mounted trophy. Rebecca let her go and raised her fists triumphantly, Roxy taking one to help hold it up. "Your winner is Rebecca!" she told one of the webcams.

Ashley's World War II Adventure

so remember the Ashley stories going around? The ones of the college girl beating up her bullies? Well the commissioner put in a request where they're factory workers during World War II where they stop nazi spies based on the bullies. It was a weird, fun romp.

It was another day at the assembly line for the girls. It wasn't all bad, and besides, someone had to do it while the boys were all away overseas. World War II had changed things for a lot of people, and if getting jobs was all they had to do, Ashley, Kimmy and Samantha counted themselves as lucky.

The place had its benefits, to be sure. They were treated better than expected at the factory, and Sam had taken a liking to their foreman Brad. Brad had even offered the girls invitations to a party that was going on that night. He was a friend of a friend to the hostess Gabriella Stein, a fairly famous singer (famous enough that even Kimmy had heard of her on the radio) and occasional movie star from down South. It was a short show by Gabby and small band of backup singers in a "support our troops" sort of performance followed by a general cocktail party. Brad had been given some spare invitations to offer to his employees, and they'd been working hard in the relatively short time they'd been at the factory.

Sam was overwhelmed, but Ashley was quick to accept the three invites for her. They cleaned up for the night in their classiest dresses, meeting up in their cab and grinning over how good they looked.

"Wouldn't think we were a couple of factory workers, would you?" Ashley boasted meagerly. She's straightened her blonde hair to hang down her back over the open skin between her shoulderblades.

"Yea, real Cinderella stories," Kimmy giggled, lightly elbowing Samantha in the side. "As long as someone ends up with a prince." She'd pulled up her mild curls into stylish bun (even if it took the mousey girl some help from Sam to do so).

"He's a foreman at the same factory, not a prince," Sam insisted, but she still blushed. The curvy young woman filled out her bauge-colored dress nicely without looking too big.

"Sure, sure," Ashley complied, still smirking at her teased friend. "Just when you end up as Mrs. Foreman, don't forget to slide a few cushy promotions our way."

The girls giggled as their cab parked, quickly paying and making their way into the hall where the shindig was being held. They arrived with plenty of time to mingle, so Sam was quick to find Brad among the guests. They hit it off just as quickly as he got her a drink as Kim and Ashley found themselves a spot to hover near the snack table, chatting with random local celebrity types. Their main concern remained giving Sam her space to work while still giving her thumbs up or waves for encouragement when she glanced their way. She didn't have to do it very much, since Brad seemed very focused on her.

Their conversation had to come to a stop as Gabriella's show began. She was in an elaborate and glittery dress that showed a tasteful amount of skin (perhaps a bit much for the time) and hugged her shapely and perky bottom. She introduced her backup dancers (though not her band itself), going through Megan, Bunny, Kasey, Meredith, and Ali. Ashley scoffed at the overly made up and glitzy girls, They looked like they hadn't worked a day in their lives and gotten spoiled for it. Kimmy discretely ordered the scowling Ashley another cocktail.

The show was brief, and they started serving the heavier food as Gabriella and her group started to drift off into the crowd. Samantha appreciated the excuse to turn back to Brad, but they didn't go for long before the curvy lead singer approached them.

"Oh, Brad! You made it!" Gabriella gushed, drawing the young foreman into a welcoming hug. "So good to have you here to support us all."

Brad smiled politely and nodded, gesturing towards Sam. "Yea, a lot of the other management was busy with overtime, so I brought a few guests. This is Samantha."

"Oh, then you must work over at Brad's factory."

"Yea, me and some friends," Samantha nodded with a polite smile. She wanted to be just rude enough to suggest there wasn't much conversation here so she could get back to Brad.

"I had a hunch. You didn't seem like the college type,"

Sam's cheeks burned hot, but she glared back at the smiling singer.

"Oh, don't blush, dear. It make those chubby cheeks of yours stand out." Gabriella smiled as if she were being rather helpful. "And you could stand to skip the main course tonight, by the looks of it. Though that might just be the cheap dress making you look..."

Samantha wasn't what you'd consider your magazine model figure, but she had some very supportive family and friends. Gabriella might have expected her to clam up or run off crying, but Sam had grown up with a mother and father who had told her she was pretty however she looked.

She also had a brother who told her how to hit someone who gave her trouble. Samantha stepped up and shoved Gabriella sharply in the chest, the songstress' back hitting the nearest table with a clatter. "What the hell is your problem?" Sam snapped at her, Gabby staring at her in surprise as people around them muttered and turned from the racket.

Brad stepped in and carefully took Sam by the shoulder. She stood ready to throw down if Gabby made another move, but she saw the various people staring and played it off with a charming laugh. "Clumsy me," Gabby chimed. "Still getting used to these new shoes I suppose."

A few dismissive laughs came from the crowd before they went back to their conversations. Brad excused them and led Samantha off away from the crowd of guests. "Are you alright?" he asked carefully.

"Me? Oh, I'm fine!" Samantha huffed, still rather red. "I'm just not about to put up with that kind of talk to my face."

"It's not going to be a problem, is it?" Brad asked warily. He was ready to drive her home if it was going to become an incident, more for her sake than his. Samantha caught it in his words, not a threat but an offer. She sighed and shook her head, not wanting to ruin this classy night with him.

"No. I'll be fine. I'm just going to cool it with my friends a while, okay?"

Brad smiled and let her go, catching up with family or other locals while Sam went to report in with Kimmy and Ashley.

"Lucky she backed off," Ashley snorted, sipping another glass of champagne. "We had your back if she threw down."

"Just give me an excuse," Kimmy added, their smallest friend puffing up her modest chest and adjusting her dress. "I'd take her for you."

"Really, Kim, it's fine," Samantha sighed, picking a glass off another tray. "It's over with."

"Aww, and I'd been reading all these books about judo lately," Kimmy said with a mock-pout.

"Those are spy novels, Kimmy," Ashley corrected calmly.

Samantha chuckled and downed her glass in one go. "Well, I'm going to freshen up. Be right back." She excused herself to the ladies room, washing her hands and fixing her hair after the brief conflict. She was too caught up in her own look to notice who walked in and out of the bathroom.

"Careful you don't break the mirror, now," Gabriella teased as she walked up to the next sink over and washed up her hands. She didn't bother checking the mirror, as if she knew she still looked fabulous without even looking.

"I don't need your big mouth right now," Samantha replied dismissively. "I got friends waiting for me."

"Yes, I saw," Gabriella noted. "I didn't peg Brad for a chubby chaser."

Samantha gave a sigh, mostly to avoid growling instead. "I didn't mean him. I brought other friends with me."

"Oh, I can see why. Oldest trick in the book: bring a lot of girls uglier than you to look that much better." Sam took a deep breath, which seemed to confirm for her that you can only shoot steam out of your nose in a cartoon. "Really though, those two girls? Surprise the draft board didn't get them for looking like a bunch of flat-chested boys."

Sam slammed her hands down on the sink and turned to face her. "Okay, seriously? What is your deal!? If you're trying to say something, spit it out?"

Gabriella turned to her, the fake charming smile dropping to a sneer. "You want it straight? Stay away from Brad. He's an interesting fellow with a lot to offer us, and he doesn't need you weighing him down. And really, at your dress size..."

Sam was too mad to catch the use of "us." She was too busy bracing for that punch to Gabby's stomach anyway. The singer gave a big "OOOF!" and doubled over, surprised by the power in the hard-working girl's blow. She caught Gabby by the hair and pushed her back against the wall, flattening her eye-catching bottom out of shape.

“Ugh! You savage little creep!” Gabriella snarled, reaching out and clawing at Samantha’s face and arms but not doing any major damage.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish then!” Samantha snapped, throwing Gabby by her hair to the women’s room floor. She growled and clung to her purse that had landed on the floor in the tussle. Sam glared back at her, but Gabriella hauled herself back up and threw herself at her with an angry grunt. Sam's back slammed into the bathroom wall, but she caught Gabby in a headlock and banged a few knees into the singer's stomach while she was stuck there.

Samantha grunted from the blows, but she dug into her purse with one free hand. She let it drop, but her hand emerged while clutching a pair of brass knuckles. She was being absolutely schooled and humiliated by the bigger girl and she wasn't going to tolerate that for long. She slammed the metal weapon into Samantha's ribs, getting her to shout out in pain.

"Don't start what you can't finish, right?" Gabriella gloated, but the big girl caught her wrist as she pulled back for another brass-lined punch. She kicked Gabby in the stomach hard enough to make her fall back and crash through the open door of the nearest stall. Gabriella landed clumsily by the toilet, realizing that Samantha had held onto her knucklers and tossed them into the trash.

"Now you're just asking for it," Samantha threatened, pulling Gabriella up into a sitting position by her hair and pelting her with punches and slaps. Gabby couldn't do anything but shriek and grunt as she failed to block the repeated hits, at least until her back up entered the room. Megan and Meredith grabbed Samantha by the arms and pulled her off. It seemed like they'd wanted to break up the fight at first, but Gabby gestured sharply towards Sam. Bunny took her cue and slugged Samantha in the stomach. Kasey took her by the hair and pulled it backward, getting out a scream of pain from her. Ali, as one of the brighter of the bunch, stuck by the door and leaned on it to minimize any escaping noise and blocking would-be intruders.

"Wussy little bitch," Samantha growled, glaring at Gabriella just before Meredith punched her in the chest, briefly flattening her breast against her chest. Gabby pushed her fellow performers aside to slam a kick into Samantha's stomach making her jerk hard enough to fall out of the girl's grasp and drop to the floor.

"I'm not the one too proud to keep her mouth shut," Gabriella sneered down at her. "Get her, girls."

Samantha curled up as the girls proceeded to stomp and kick at her ribs and back. She tried to hold out for some kind of opening, but had no idea what that would be with these awful odds stacked against her at six on one.

Ali felt the door budge, followed by a knocking. "Occupied," she called back sweetly, snickering quietly and watching the beatdown. That apparently didn't sell, because a few seconds later, Ashley backed up and slammed her shoulder into the door. The force flung Ali away from the door and crashing into the trash can. The bin full of junk fell over on her as Kimmy and Ash broke their way in, quickly catching onto what was happening after the whole batch of backup singers went into the bathroom together when Sam had yet to come out.

"Going to the bathroom together?" Kimmy laughed sarcastically. "We're not going to make any progress if girls like you keep up the stereotypes."

"Pipe down, you little geek!" Bunny snapped. She turned to face the intruder, taking her eyes off Samantha right before Kimmy punched her in the nose. She wasn't the strongest person in the world, but the surprise and what she'd picked up from all those books made for a shockingly good wallop.

The singers all turned to deal with the interlopers, not quite realizing that Samantha was even tougher than she looked. She rose from her defensive ball to grab Megan by the ankle and trip her to the floor. She climbed on her back and took a handful of hair, knocking Megan silly with a quick thump of her forehead on the tile floor.

The bathroom broke into utter chaos as the entertainers were caught unsure which way to look. The accidental pincer maneuver made them easy pickings for Ashley and her friends, their hard work in the factory proving to be a much better workout than a song and dance routine every few nights.

Ashley dodged a wild slap from Meredith, grabbing her by the dress and using it as leverage to slug her in the stomach. Meredith doubled over holding her slender gut, but Kasey lashed out and grabbed Ashley by the hair. She let out a quick cry, but rather than panic and flail around like one of Gabby's girls might, Ash threw herself forward and shoulder tackled Kasey into the sink. She grunted and let go before Ashley shoved her back into Meredith, letting the two of them crash into a tangled mess on the bathroom floor.

Ali turned to face the smallest of the invading band, grabbing Kimmy in a bearhug from behind. "Not so fast, you little runt! Let the real women do their thing!"

"Unghh! Your thing involves dollar bills down your blouse! Lemee go!" Kimmy kicked and thrashed, not very strong herself but with a lot of fight in her. Ali struggled to keep her under wraps, succeeding for a while until her skull cracked into the dancer's chin. Ali's eyes crossed for a moment and she stumbled back, letting go by reflex as Kimmy spun around and kicked her in the stomach. It was enough to make her stagger back, bumping her head on one of the stall doors as she fell through. She landed perfectly on the toilet, by wild coincidence more than grace, and Kimmy stormed in after her to start bouncing her head off the walls of the stall.

Gabriella couldn't believe how bad this was going so quickly. She jumped over the downed Bunny and tried to make a break for the door, but Samantha grabbed at the back of her dress. "Where do you think you're going, dollface?" she demanded, pulling back on her flashy garment. Gabby tried to finish her escape, just to end up tearing her dress right off her body. She gasped and tried to cover up her skimpy underwear as the coworkers laughed at the humiliated star. Gabby growled and grew angry enough to overcome her shame, tackling Samantha off of Megan and the two tumbling across the floor. Ash and Kimmy approached carefully but quickly to assist, but Sam out-wrestled her quickly and caught her in a chicken wing hold.

She twisted Gabby's arm behind her back, forcing her up to the sink and turning on the faucet. She dunked Gabby's face under the hot water, getting her to wail miserably and spit out the water. Her makeup started to run instantly, and soaked her tits and bra.

"Get... get off of me!" she sputtered. "What are you doing!?"

"Maybe you should get a better look," Samantha snapped, holding her by the hair and arm and then mashing her face into the mirror. The solid glass held up fine, but her head bounced off with a dense thud and left a smear of makeup on the surface. Gabby was dazed from that alone, but when Sam turned and threw her through the door of one of the stalls, it crashed open and let her land head first on the toilet. With her curvy ass up in the air, her face in the toilet damp with sink water and wearing nothing but underwear and stained makeup, the girls had to pause and snicker at the scene.

"Wow, what even was that?" Kimmy laughed, her blood pumping and clearly looking a bit excited.

Samantha rubbed her tender side, but chuckled with her. "They just felt like being bitches. Don't worry about it."

Ashley nudged Samantha's elbow with her own. "I'm not worried, but I'm thinking... give me a hand with these two!"

The girls got to work before they cleaned themselves up and stepped out of the bathroom. Samantha went to the nearest served and tapped his shoulder. "Sorry, but I think someone left a mess in the ladies room. Could you have somebody check on that?"

Kimmy, meanwhile, had propped a garbage can in the doorway to hold it wide open. There was already a small crowd forming to laugh at the stars of the night. They were all left face down in the bathroom stalls, several of their faces on or in the toilet itself as they were knocked out cold with their asses in the air. Sam went for some quick words and goodbyes with Brad before heading back to her apartment with her friends.

"Good first date?" Ashley asked, flexing the fingers that had hit Kasey a bit.

"Great first date," Samantha grinned.

Of course, the times being what they were, the trio had work the next day. They were late to bed with their after-partying from all that excitement, but fortunately, they had the late shift for their following day. It was a bit of a pain to be the only ones on the floor at the time, but there was a bit of bonus pay to help out with  the lousy hours. It was just the three of them that night, but they were only running some basic assembly lines that didn’t take much real work. It came to their lunch break eventually, if you considered 2 am lunch time. The few working conveyer belts went off while they went to get their lunchboxes, not realizing right away what sort of surprise was happening.

Gabriella entered the building with her duplicate key she’d stolen from the management office. The rest of her girls followed, some with guns at the ready but not seeing anyone there. Gabbie motioned them forward as she growled out some orders in German. Gabbie and her crew had been German spies from the start, the international Nazi taking up her alias as the songstress to capitalize on her beauty and stage presence. It would not only give her the excuse to travel the world, but get her access to all manner of places with her seductive abilities. Charming access off of Brad had been the initial plan, but Samantha and her friends had put a stop to that rather quickly (seduction was hard when you’d just had your head in a toilet). Some basic cat burglary later that night had secured the key, and tonight it was all set. Some minimal efforts and the source of American supplies would be eliminated, striking a blow for the Nazi forces.

Ashley stepped out of the bathroom,seeing the armed Kasey through the window to the work floor. She stared for a moment before darting back around the corner, out of sight and back into the break room with the rest of the girls.

"Uh, girls?" she said in a hushed voice as Kimmy and Sam were packing up their lunch boxes. "We have a situation out there."

"Situation how?" Kimmy asked, but Ashley gestured her to quiet down. She stepped out of the doorway as she heard footsteps coming. Kasey opened the door, frowning and aiming her gun at their table.

"So it's you two. Get down on-" The sexy spy (even in her common street clothes they were using to blend in) was cut off when Ashley threw her weight into the door of the break room. It slammed into Kasey's shoulder and sent her gun skittering across the floor. Kasey fell to her knees clutching her arm, looking up just as Samantha stepped forward and swung her heavy metal lunchbox right into her face.

Kasey woke up naked and tied up with some old cables in the corner of the cafeteria, the three girls who had kicked her ass looming over her. It didn't take too much to shake the details out of her while she was helpless, naked, and surrounded by working girls looking for an excuse to take their frustrations out on her.

"Gabby's going to the control room," Kimmy reviewed while Ashley finished gagging and blindfolded the naked Kasey. "She'll be setting the explosives there, but she's going to take a while. If she really know what she's doing, she'll be careful with that kind of stuff, and she'll try to make sure all of them are long gone before the charges go off. The others are gonna be on lookout, though, making sure nobody's getting in or out."

"I'll get Gabriella," Samantha confirmed. "I beat her before I knew she was a nazi. It'll be even easier knowing she's a bigger bitch than I thought."

"We'll find the rest," Ashley said, patting Kimmy on the arm. "We know this place better than they do."

"What about the gun?" Samantha asked, nodding to the weapon carefully left on the ground. "I don't know how to use that thing."

"Me either. We're about as likely to hurt ourselves with it if we don't know what we're doing," Ashley agreed.

"I can use it." The two turned to look at Kimmy who smiled like she did whenever she had a bright idea. Ashley still wasn't sure how an egghead like her ended up a factory worker. "Really. I read books about it."

"That's kind of different than using it, Kim..." Samantha warned, but Kimmy walked over, picking it up and popping the ammo clip out of the pistol.

"Trust me. I got this."

With their plan laid out, the girls split up. Ash and Kim went one way while Sam took the shortcut to the main control room where they switched everything on and off for the day. Gabriella was there fiddling with a complicated-looking device that must have been the bomb, a large triggering remote on the desk beside her. Gabby (assuming that was even her real name) was caught up in her work and knew her girls were out on patrol, so she wasn't paying attention when Samantha grabbed and threw away the remote.

"What the...? You!?" Gabriella shouted, turning from her work on the bomb to face the American working girl. "You've got some nerve trying to get in my way again!"

"And you've got some nerve walking in on my job," Samantha smirked back. She didn't see any gun on Gabby. She'd decided that the bomb was more important, the curvy spy needing both hands to operate the explosive properly and no room for a holster on her subtle street clothes.

"How did you find me?" Gabriella demanded, stepping away from her sabotage to approach Samantha with slow, aggressive strides.

"I followed the trail of toilet water," Samantha smirked. "And don't think your little girl gang's going to be here to back you up this time."

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that," Gabby grinned knowingly. She must have thought she still had the element of surprise on her hand. The spy drew a knife from her belt and lunged for Samantha, but that was one of the first things Sam had learned to defend against. She caught her by the wrist, throwing off the aim of the precise weapon into going wide. She twisted and locked the arm under her armpit, Gabby having just enough time to grunt before Sam elbowed her in the face, making her stumble and clumsily dropping the weapon.

Samantha half-tossed, half-shoved Gabby away from her, letting her back hit one of the iron walls of the control room. The spy tried to wind up a punch of her own, but Sam grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the wall. While Gabby tried to free it, Sam was free to pelt her in the stomach with a gut-busting hook. The curvy spy gave a heavy grunt as the air was knocked out of her, but Samantha just hit her with a few more shots to the breadbasket.

The other two coworkers hurried along the catwalk that oversaw the assembly lines, spotting the movement of Bunny on the level below them. Ashley gestured towards her when Megan turned the corner ahead of them. Megan looked up, too surprised to shout but Ashley responding first. She socked the nazi in the face, sending her falling flat on the catwalk. Kimmy jumped on top of her and aimed the gun at her face, getting Megan to freeze and raise her hands in surrender. "Into the broom closet," Kimmy insisted, jerking her head at the nearby door. Kimmy stepped off slowly, but Megan kept her eyes wide and focused on the gun in fear... until she saw that the clip was out of the gun. It had no bullets at all.

"Hey!" she objected just before Kimmy saw the understanding in her eyes. She swung a backhand with the empty pistol, smacking Megan across the face with it and knocking her into a wall. Ashley caught her by the hair and banged her head off the railing, knocking her silly into a heap on the ground.

"Better move fast. Someone might have heard it," Ashley insisted. They stuffed Megan into the closet, letting Kimmy squeeze her little frame in with her to quickly tie her hands with her own top and gag her with an old cleaning rag.

While Kimmy was busy with that, Ashley had kept track of Bunny's steps. She started to come up the stairs to their level when Ashley rushed to intercept her. She kicked Bunny in the head with one of her booted legs. She didn't fall all the way down the steps, but her gun flew from her hands and down to the floor below. Bunny caught an arm on the railing, throwing a quick punch across Ashley's jaw. Her head bucked a bit, but didn't really budge her footing.

"Not a working girl, are you?" Ashley taunted before grabbing and pulling the spy's shirt over her head. She thrashed and flailed as her bra was exposed, trying to squirm out of her own top to see straight while Ashley drove a few knees into her stomach. She finally broke free, just for one more punch from Ashley to send her head snapping back and her body tumbling down the stairs into a heap.

Kimmy came back out of the broom closet, exchanging some thumbs up with Ashley.

"Hold it right there!" Ashley looked back to see herself quickly becoming surrounded. Ali was jogging down the lower level of the catwalk while Meredith was rushing along the one at the top of her stairs.

"Kimmy! You go low!" Ashley called, turning and rushing up towards Kimmy's current location.

The shorter worker nodded and ran for the guard rail, sliding her petite frame through the bars and violating a few safety codes. Especially when she landed right on top of Ali.

"Oww! Get off me, you little idiot!"

"Oh, sorry!" Kimmy actually did hop off of her and dust her pants off. "I sorta meant to jump down in front of you. Would have looked cooler that way. Maybe you shouldn't move so quick."

"Oh, I am going to especially enjoy destroying you," Ali growled, remembering the girl who had beat her up last time.

Ashley ran towards Meredith to intercept her. "No running on the platforms!" Ashley called mockingly to her. If the interrogation was right, she should be the last guard (assuming that Kimmy took out hers), so subtlety wasn't as important anymore. Meredith threw a wild punch at her head, but Ashley ducked under it and caught her with a quick uppercut. Meredith's teeth clacked together, rubbing her jaw as she threw another punch. Ashley blocked this one and kicked her in the belly this time, doubling Meredith over. They had gone through some basic combat training, but espionage and performing had been their group's focus so they wouldn't have to rely on actual fights.

Meredith wasn't entirely out of it, though, so she tackled Ashley around the waist. The thin blonde hit her back on the rails, but she jerked aside suddenly and slipped out of her grip. With no body in her way, Meredith found herself pushing her way over the edge of the catwalk. It was just a couple yards down to the next row, but she panicked and grabbed onto the railing. Her stomach leaned on the middle bar, leaving her in the perfect position for Ashley to sit on her back and smack her ass like a disobedient child. Meredith shrieked and kicked her feet helplessly until Ashley sat back up, giving one more smack to her butt to make her fall the rest of the way down, landing groaning and unconscious behind Ali.

Ali put up her fists and scowled at the shorter girl. "I know your tricks this time. I'm not losing to you twice."

"I could beat you up three times, if that would make you feel better," Kimmy offered with a smile.

Ali growled and charged for Kimmy, grabbing at each other's hair and shoulders. Ali shoved Kimmy's back against the railing, threatening to topple her over when Kimmy kicked her in the knee. The spy shouted in surprise and pain, letting Kimmy slide out of her grip and headbutt her in the chest. Ali staggered back clutching her breast. It left Kimmy enough room to grab the railing and balance enough to whip a roundhouse kick and nail Ali in the jaw. The spy/singer went spinning all the way around before she collapsed onto the catwalk.

"Woo! Power of reading!" Kimmy cheered to herself just before Meredith fell down next to Ali.

Samantha hurled Gabriella away from the wall and letting her crash into one of the low tables in the room. She crashed right through the flimsy thing, groaning and trying to push herself back up from her stomach. Samantha grabbed her by the legs, Gabby squirming as if fearing some kind of submission hold. All her crawling and wiggling made it easier for Sam to yank the stylish star's pants clean off.

"At least you krauts packed enough extra underwear for your trip to the US of A," Samantha taunted, smacking a hand on Gabby's pantied ass. Samantha angrily grabbed a coffee mug, blushing hard as she chucked it as Sam. She backed up but still took a light bruise to her arm as it flew off course. Gabby charged at her while she was distracted, but Samantha caught her arms again and twisted her around to face away from her. She yanked on Gabby's arms to bend them back, thrusting her breasts out and bashing her knee into the songstress' ass. She yelped as it hit her tailbone, bouncing her ass and chest as Samantha repeated the move several times over.

"Yaaah! You stupid American! My girls will come find me and shoot you so full of holes..." Gabby was about to continue her threat when a bell rang overhead and several sprinklers came on from the ceiling. "What... what's that for?"

Samantha smirked up at the shower of water that rained down on them. "It's the signal. It means the others took out your girls. So it's just you and me now." Samantha pulled up on Gabriella's underwear, wedgying it into the spy's impressive ass. She shrieked and flailed as Samantha even lifted her off her feet by it.

"Let me go! Let me goooo! Owww, my ass!" the saboteur whined pathetically.

"You asked for it!" Samantha lifted the wedgie up a bit higher, grabbed Gabby by her ass and shoved her back into the ground, letting her face and breasts bounce off the hard floor. Gabby was left laying there in the puddle, the water making her clothes stick to her skin. Especially the panties around her weakly wiggling ass.

The alarm attracted the police, and Brad was quick to arrive soon after. The heroic trio had their wet and stripped-down intruders (Kimmy was busy explaining to the officers that it was just to make sure they were unarmed).

"Way to go there, Samantha. You girls really did all this yourself?" Brad praised, getting a slight blush out of Sam.

"Yea, well they were nazi spies... just not GOOD spies," Samantha joked. The police were slapping the cuffs onto the girls, but when they undid Gabriella's ropes she made a run for it.

"Oh no you don't!" Sam barked and took off after her quicker than the police could react. She tackled the lead spy around the waist, dropping them both into the dirt beside the road. Gabriella tried to squirm free, shoving at Samantha's face. The bigger working girl just slugged her in the face, knocking her silly for a moment as she slumped into the grass. She moaned and rubbed her cheek but tried to bolt again. Samantha caught her by the hair, sitting on her back and smacking her ass. "You never learn, do you!?" she barked at her, letting her wet ass wobble for the amused and relieved group of Americans. She started to slap Gabby around the head and face, rattling her brains around enough for her to hang limply in her grip on her hair. Sam let go to let her face splat down into the mud.

It wasn't too long before local news heard about Samantha and the girls saving the factory. It went around as a patriotism piece farther and farther, until the girls ended up posing for a photo of them rolling up their sleeves in their work clothes for a "We can do it!" campaign poster.