Z Is For Zhang-Oh, Part 1

First part of a sequel to the Zhang-Oh series. The project's going a bit long, so though I'd share the first chunk. It's got some returning faces, some new, some sword fights on a train...the works.


To: Management Team
Subject: RE: Zhang-Oh Franchise
Attachment: Z Is For Zhang-Oh.doc
Attached is a copy of another Zhang-Oh script I came across (Zhang-Oh being the old kung-fu/spaghetti Western/sexploitation movie we discovered a few months ago that's been so commonly passed around the office). This one seems to be a sequel, by the script numbers and lack of footage unlike the last one. I don't know if the rumors are true about the rerelease or rebooting of the franchise, but I deemed this a useable asset to the studio.

Please review it as per standard procedure.

Exterior: Western town from afar. Sun high on the desert sky, the camera PANS into...
A Dragon symbol etched on a red dress - it’s curvature and claws reaching for the bountiful, bouncing chest visible through the cleavage window of the dress.  The woman’s raven hair flows like silk in the wind, covering her dark almond eyes.  This is Zhang Oh…..


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Zhang had taken on a quiet life lately. After defeating and humiliating the bandit queen Valentina in combat, the local bounties and criminals had all been captured or gotten wise to Zhang’s actions. This landed the Chinese bounty huntress quite a bit of money - money that she hadn’t had a chance to spend. Instead, it had all gone to her sisters, Zhu and Song, who had put it into their laundry business. In time, the laundry business expanded into a general goods store. Of course, with the money all invested into the shop, the family certainly wasn’t rich yet....at least not in the luxurious manner Zhang had anticipated.


Still, the Zhang family certainly had the town's respect and knowing Zhang was around, the town would not hear of any troublemakers loitering around. As a result of peace and prosperity, Zhang found work as a  delivery girl for her sister’s business, taking her mule with small loads of clothing and dry goods to smaller towns that could not be reached by train.


Of course, those who knew about the law of the land - the untamed Wild West - knew that Zhang would naturally run into trouble.  Or more precisely, trouble would find Zhang….




It was a fairly unremarkable delivery that day – a small house in a small town with a small order of rice and salt and the usual custom clothing delivery. Zhang parked her mule nearby (she didn't bother binding the trusty mount any more) and carried the small pack of goods with her, clad in her standard slippers, dress, straw hat and poncho. 


As she neared her destination, Zhang noticed a commotion going on in front of the address she was delivering to.  A young Chinese girl (looking close to but no later than her early 20s) was facing off against a man in work clothes. She had twin braids and kung fu shoes much like Zhang's, though she was dressed in far simpler clothes than Zhang's ornate dress. She also wore flowing gray pants and something between a vest and a shirt that fit loosely around her chest. Every punch the man threw, the girl flowed around it and struck him with a firm palm strike or chop. With a sharp cry, she spun and put him out with a spinning high kick, where the man waved a hand in surrender as he rubbed his jaw. He tossed a few coins onto the ground in front of the girl as she bowed. Between her style and her humble garb, Zhang was reminded of the monks back in her homeland.


“There you have it!” chimed a younger girl from a nearby stool. Judging by her nose and hair, Zhang suspected her as a sister or other sort of relative. “Mei Chan is the winner! Who is next?!  Who wants to challenge the fastest hands in East and West?!”


A thin crowd had gathered to watch the show as Zhang checked briefly on her mule. Seeing him secure, she stepped up to the space where Mei was hosting her little games. "How about it, girl?  I could use the challenge," Zhang offered. The rowdy audience quieted a bit at the sight of the other Asian woman, starting to mutter for various reasons.


"Who is that?" One young man asked as he nudged his friend. "She has really BIG-"


"That's the fighter known as The Dragon," another Chinese man pointed out in a lowered voice. "I heard she fought and stripped some gweipor whore who attacked her sisters."


"Wait, what?!  Like stripped her of her actual clothing and everything?"


“Yes. Stripped naked as a warning to all the dangerous criminals in the land.  Her name is….”


“Zhang-Oh," Mei chimed in recognition. "It would be an honor to duel the famous Dragon!"


The two women stood upright in front of each other, quietly eyeballing one another. "So you've heard of me, then?" Zhang said, taking off her basket hat and setting it off to one side.


"Everyone here has heard of the tale of the lone woman who defeated the three bandit bitches."


"Well now... since you know who you're up against, I'm surprised you want to carry on." Zhang shifted her weight. Her strong legs slid across the sand as she raised her hands into a readied fighting stance. "Don't say I didn't warn you."


Mei followed suit, a wider and lighter stance that Zhang felt she faintly recognized. An older style, but not one she was familiar with. "On the contrary. I'm going to beat you and then, take your reputation from you... and your clothes!"


"Is that so?" Zhang said with a small, bemused smirk on the corner of her mouth. "Then you'll have to come here and take it, then. Just don't go losing your own clothing in the process. Especially in front of all these boys."


Mei blushed for a moment as her eyes darted to the audience and back at her opponent, fixing her smile back into place. "They'll appreciate the show. Behold the stripping of the legend, Zhang-Oh." Even with her declaration, they both stood still and ready in their stances. A faint breeze blew by, rolling Zhang's broad hat away from her side right before they sprang into action.


Both girls threw several swift strikes at each other, blocking those that came at them and vice versa. Mei was distinctly more fluid in her techniques, tending to whip from one side of her body to the other with swift palm strikes. Zhang's form remained far more stiff and solid, so even with her added momentum she was able to match and block the longer blows.


Zhang ended up shoving a hand upward to knock away Mei’s next strike. While her one arm bounced away, the challenging local struck out with her other in one smooth gesture. She grabbed onto Zhang’s breast, and as Mei fell back she swept her wrist down sharply and tore away a part of Zhang-Oh’s dress. Her breast bounced into view as the crowd started to mumble. With such a technique used against her, the calm and collected Zhang finally pieced together that she may need to take Mei seriously.


Mei smirked at Zhang as she tossed the scrap of dress aside while her other hand rested on her hip. The crowd muttered and whistling in surprise or admiration of the showdown and the embarrassing move. If Mei wanted a challenge, Zhang would have to draw upon the training and skills she'd used against Valentina and her crew.


"You could have done some actual damage instead," Zhang replied cooly, shifting her stance a bit. She had been treating it as a spar, and even Mei only barely noticed the changes in her intent and posture. Mei bounced towards her, a skip in her step almost like a dancer. She threw out another palm thrust, but Zhang's leg kicked her in the elbow to throw off her momentum. The local challenger stumbled, but spun around to reclaim her footing. By then Zhang had planted her leg between Mei's, catching her by the hair and hip-tossing her over her thigh. Mei threw her weight into it to land on her feet in a quick show of acrobatics but Zhang rose quicker and responded with a kick in her opponent's back. The younger fighter almost fell forward, but whirled back around for another flowing kick.


Zhang had already ducked under the strike, rising back up with a flowing gesture of her own. She delivered a double palm strike to Mei's chest, her strong fingers burying deep into the soft skin.


The effect of the power blow was immediate. Mei was suddenly sent flying back, launched off their simple stage and crashing into a clutter of tarps and barrels. The crowd was too shocked to follow her crash landing right away, but Zhang could see that her loose shirt had popped open and tore the front of her bra in half to send the undergarment flying through the air. Zhang-Oh gasped, surprised at just how busty the girl was. She estimated the bouncing boobs to be about the size of her own, only they looked even bigger on Mei's slim figure. Mei seemed to realize it before she hurried to cover herself back up.


Zhang nodded at Mei, casually tugging at her dress to cover up what little she could of her open breast. "This fight's over. You can let it go."


Mei opened her mouth to protest at first, but she nodded quietly instead. The bounty huntress looked to the audience sternly, making it clear that she was talking to them as well. The crowd muttered and turned to walk off while Zhang plucked falling pieces of Mei's dress from the air. She whistled sharply, getting one of the young men to look up. Zhang tossed him the scrap, watching the boy's eyes went from Mei to the garment then back at Zhang. The boy and Mei both blushed before he hurried off, and Zhang smirked quietly to herself.



"I'll see myself out. I have some tailoring to do," Zhang said, taking the piece of her own dress from the ground and dusting it off. She turned back to her donkey when Mei called after her.

"Wait!" Mei hurried out in front of the strolling Zhang, who came to a lazy halt. Mei quickly dropped to her knees and bowed deeply. "I'm so sorry! Please, will you come to my house for dinner as my apology!?"

After some short work with a needle and thread, Zhang had herself presentable and sitting at a table inside The Golden Duck. Mei's family ran the local restaurant, getting business from various local workers bold enough to try and enjoy the foreign cuisine. Mei had brought out dishes of baked chicken by the time Zhang was ready, sitting across from her as they spoke and ate.

"Your cooking is delicious," Zhang admitted. "More importantly, your skills as a martial artist are very impressive. You just need to work on adapting to your opponent.

"That means my technique is flawed," Mei conceded, frowning dejectedly.

"Many of the ancient styles still are. You are still young.  More challenges will come, and they will help shape your abilities."

"That's easy for you to say. You're famous!"

"That fame wasn't so easily earned."

"Perhaps you're right.  Even if it is regrettable, at least I lost to the best."

"Reflect on it, but do not linger on a loss for too long. If you want that boy to like you, you must let your style's flow take hold of you." Mei blushed and lowered her head, poking at her chicken as a distraction. Zhang smirked as it seemed to confirm her suspicions about Mei and the boy that had been staring at her. Zhang hid her grin as she took another bite. "This chicken is truly delicious."

"Thank you, Madam!" Mei piped up, eager to change the subject. It is a traditional recipe passed down through my family."

"Well, I can't believe you run this place by yourself."

"Yes, well after my parents passed, I ended running this place with...."

There was some noise around the front door. zhang quietly noted it from the corner of her eye, but Mei's lack of a reaction beyond a rolling of her eyes told her it wasn't any real trouble entering. The new faces were those of four Chinese men, noisily stomping into the room. Two appeared to be around Mei's age, one a good ten years older and the other rather elderly. They had loose work clothes, though each of them wore a Z neatly cut out of their shirts.

"Back from deliveries, Mei," one of the younger men. "Any more for us to run?"

"I was cooking for our guest, so no," Mei said rather sternly. "Zhang-Oh, these are my cousins, uncle and grandfather. The help I'd mentioned." Zhang just gave them a small nod of acknowledgement as she continued eating, but the men clearly eyed her more intently.

"Aren't you that female fighter who captured all those bandits awhile back?" one of the cousins pried.

"Perhaps I am." Zhang leaned over for the small dish of sauce, her soft boobs gliding across the table. The men's eyes wandered right after them.

"Whoa....I, uh, I think..." Zhang caught him staring, sliding an arm in the way and sitting back upright.

"Well you've brought a lovely guest home, Mei," her grandfather spoke up jovially. "You're very healthy, you know, miss? Hehehe..."

"Hey! You get out of here, you dirty old man! Is that any way to treat a guest! Same to the rest of you!" Mei stood up and shoved her grandfather awa from the table, herding the boys back into the kitchen with swift but harmless shoves, smacks and kicks until they were out of sight.

"Please ignore those idiots, Madam Zhang. I apologize about their behavior."

"Why?  It's only natural to stare. Besides, I've already seen that you had a nice pair yourself." Mei blushed and bit her lip. "If you want to impress that boy of yours, you could to learn how to show it off rather than beating up railroad workers. There aren't many Chinese girls with chests like that around here. The more you stand out, the better."

"Perhaps you're right..." Mei muttered, toying with her fork again. It was at this time that a man burst into the room, a large bruise on his cheek and a shallow cut on his arm. He dragged another with him, a slimmer man with an even worse beating. Both had the same Z's etched into their shirts with the clean, sharp strokes.

"Zorra.  It was Zorra! The Masked Harlot strikes again!"

Zhang looked at them quietly eat took another bite of her meal with her chopsticks. "I am curious.  Who is this Zorra?" she asked calmly.

Mei went towards the door and grabbed a wanted poster from the bulletin board, thrusting it back at Zhang-Oh. "This! She is a mysterious bandit that has been attacking and robbing the railways. She goes after not just the trains but workers as well. She brands those she has beaten with a "Z" on their body.

"I noticed your cousins and uncles had that mark as well,"
Zhang said, nodding back in their direction as the boys went to help the wounded men.

"Yes," Mei replied, visibly scowling ahead of her. "That bitch will pay for this. Mark my word."

"And no one has been able to bring this lone bandit down?"

"The locals fear her.  She moves swiftly and wears a mask so no one knows her identity."

"I see..." Zhang finally picked up the poster and gave it a long look. She hadn't seen it near her home or she would have likely gone looking for her. The figure was a shadowy one, overly done with the blank ink. It colored in much of her figure, painting a woman in a mask and a head of black hair. She was visibly armed with a sharp rapier, a pistol, and generous cleavage. "You know, I could use the extra money...." Zhang muttered.

"Really?" Mei asked, partly surprised and part hopeful. "You're actually considering hunting down the bandit Zorra?"

"Now, now. I never said I would take this job. I'm simply considering it."

"Still, a chance to see the Dragon hunt... it's an exciting prospect."

"Well, for one thing," Zhang added. "I will need weapons. A sword to match my opponent's."

"I have a sword! A jian blade. It belonged to my ancestors, passed down from generation to generation."

"Then, I will borrow that weapon. I will bring my nunchaku as well."

"How is that going to work against a swordswoman?"

"Don't worry.  She'll learn what it's capable of in due time."

Mei was starting to look excited at the prospect. "Madam Zhang, take me with you!  You've seen me fight. I can beat this woman and avenge my family's honor."

"I'd considered it. But my answer is no."

"But-"

"-I won't hear anymore," Zhang stood up and pulled on her poncho. "You are still young, Mei. Stay here where you belong."

Mei looked like she wanted to say all sorts of things, but she slumped back in her seat. "Fine..."

"I promise you, I will find this Zorra and defeat her."

Zhang got up and walked off towards the door, her powerful and shapely hips rolling back and forth behind her.

"Hey, who's the new waitress with the nice body?" One of the uninjured railroad workers delivered a slap to Zhang's bouncing butt, raising some laughter from the customers as the tension left the room.

Zhang stood still for a moment before whirling and sending an explosive high kick that knocked the man off his feet. He was hurled into an empty table, smashing it completely in half as he landed. What was Hell to one man was Heaven for everyone else, as Zhang held the high kick's position. Those that hadn't suffered The Dragon's wrath were left to witness Zhang's strong, exposed leg and the edges of her thong.

Zhang pointed to the rest of the crowd. "I will unmask Zorra and bring her back here for all to see. Any fool who stands in the path of the Dragon will feel her wrath!"

As everyone sat in silence, an astonished and adoring Mei watching the woman known as The Dragon leave her restaurant. She pushed the door closed as a final cool breeze blew in past her.

Madame August Reynard was a woman of status, and she preferred to carry herself as one. Her strawberry blonde hair was tied up into a bun, keeping it out of her dark eyes and strong cheekbones. Her body was tall and slim, the effect was helped by her blue corset that pushed up her noticeable chest. She looked over a number of documents, particularly maps of the railroad that was being built heading towards South America. It was a project of her husband's that she had inherited, just like the rightful ownership of the town. She had often kept quiet and out of his way, but after being given this sort of opportunity, she wanted to make the most of it.

"Uhh.... Miss Reynard?" Her secretary squeaked open the door, the mousey woman looking uncertain from behind her glasses.

"Yes, Miss Plainfield?"

"There's a... chesty Chinese woman here to see you. Says you'd know her by 'The Dragon."

Madame Reynard nodded as she finished whatever train of thought had her eyes on the map. She looked back up briefly. "Alright. See her in."

August went to the small cabinet by her desk, taking out a wine bottle and glasses. She'd just set them on a clear spot on her desk when Zhang was led in, Plainfield awkwardly trying to avert her eyes from her chest with mixed success. She shut the door behind them as August poured a glass of wine and slid it over towards Zhang. The martial artist seemed to ignore it.

"So you're the one offering this expensive reward, huh?" Zhang reached under her poncho and placing the wanted poster on the table. She reached back into her pockets to produce and light one of her cigars.

"Indeed, I am, miss...."

"Zhang is fine."

"Well, Miss Zhang, it would seem I have a little problem here."

"Well from what I gathered, Zorra has not attacked your town."

"Not yet.  But Lady Zorra disrupts any potential profits I may have in the future. That's why, if I am to stay a wealthy woman, I'm willing to pay bounty hunters such as yourself handsomely to see that she never makes it this far." Zhang puffed out a stubby cloud of smoke, and Madame August eyed how her chest rose and fell with her deep breaths. "Though, I must admit, this is the first I have seen an oriental bounty huntress."

"Perhaps you know my reputation as The Dragon then.  The women who have crossed me learned of it the hard way."

"I see," Madame Reynard's face brightened with a devilish smile as she opened her drawer. She leaned far over, showing the some of her cleavage in blatant view of the bounty huntress. It almost came off as her being seductive until she rose back up with a bundle of cash. "Perhaps you can show me, then."

"I want half upfront," Zhang explained. "Also, call the bounty off. I can handle the job myself."

"My, my, isn't our little Dragon greedy?"

"If you want good results, you had better pay well.  Fortunately for you, you have found the right woman."

"A bold approach, Miss Zhang. Well, a clever businesswoman knows how to double her money with the right investments. In this case, we share many mutual benefits. I shall trust your word this time."

Zhang was slightly surprised. She'd expected some bargaining or resistance, or at least some harrumphing. "I guarantee you:  Zorra will know the wrath of the Dragon."

"I look forward to it," Madame Reynard said with a smile as she took a drink of her wine, licking some remaining drops off her lips.


Zhang was taken down a short train ride to the Mexican-American border with Miss Plainfield to guide her. She gave Zhang a more thorough briefing, explaining that Zorra was heading South into Mexico via the railroads. The secretary stopped off at the border and passed Zhang her downpayment, a wish for good luck, and one last lead. August's various employees had last seen Zorra in the little town of Agua Caliente, just a few miles down the track.

When Zhang reached the town, the place appeared to be abandoned. She had reason to believe the clue all the same, since there were large Z's slashed into the wood of many signs and walls. She set her mule by a hitching post on the outskirts as she ventured down its dusty streets. She stopped halfway down the main street to let the hidden women cock their weapons.

"Hey, good-lookin'," a thickly accented voice called from overhead. Zhang turned casually to look at the balcony of the nearby saloon. There were a few women stepping from around the corner and like the fourth overhead, they all wore skull-patterned bandanas over her faces and carried firearms. Zhang-oh just eyed them dryly, her vision locked onto the one on higher ground. She had long dark hair, not much of a chest but a decent set of hips from what she could tell behind the flimsy disguise.

"This is gonna be real easy," one of the Mexican women said. "You're going to strip down so we going to rob you. Easy, right?"

Zhang stared back at them before reaching up and taking off her hat. The women leered proudly over their bandanas as Zhang spoke calmly. "I'm afraid I'm going to be the one doing the robbing..." She flicked her wrist so that her broad hat spiraled through the air at them like a flipped coin. The girls jumped in surprise, unable to aim past the wide distraction but by the time they swatted it aside, Zhang was gone and the saloon doors were swinging shut.

"Shit! Gabriela!" one of the bandits called. The one on the balcony looked down at them in confusion as Zhang bolted up the stairs carried by her powerful legs. Gabriela finally thought to turn and aim her shotgun, but Zhang struck her palm into the tip of the barrel. It flew upward and fired harmlessly into the air before Zhang swung her elbow to knock it from her hands. Gabriela took a swing at her, but Zhang easily ducked under it and caught the bandita's leg before dragging her away from the edge and well out of the sight of the other armed women.

While they tromped into the bar, Gabriela scrambled up to all fours. She couldn't side before Zhang delivered a hard kick into her stomach, winding her and leaving her down as Zhang delivered several more rapid kicks to her ass. The woman shrieked in pain before Zhang grabbed her pants and tore them off in one strong pull. Left in just her top and panties, Gabriela desperately threw an uppercut for Zhang's chin. She leaned back nimbly, her breasts wobbling out of the way of the punch before she grabbed Gabby's hair and shoved her over the edge of the balcony. At first she shrieked because she thought she was going to hit the ground, then from the swinging nausea, and then from the pain as she realized that her underwear had caught on the edge of the balcony. She hung off the ledge in a suspended atomic wedgie and she screamed in pain.

Zhang stepped back into the saloon, heading down the stairs calmly. As soon as she reached the ground floor, she froze for a half-second before glancing out of the corner of her eye at the three remaining marauders with their guns leveled at her, no more than five feet away.

What followed was a series of swift and fluid movements as Zhang struck her attackers while dodging point-blank gunfire. She knelt low, letting two of the bullets from the revolvers go over her head. She swept the legs out from under one of them, whirling and sliding forward so that the following shotgun blast merely peppered the tips of her hair. She turned and struck out with two snake strikes, her flexing fingers jabbing into the edges of the one bandit's breasts before the next got her in the throat. She fell to her knees gagged while Zhang kicked her in the chin, leaning sharply to her side to avoid another pistol shot. She swept a leg up for a roundhouse kick to the gunslinger's face, knocking her aside before spinning to straddle her legs over the shotgun and force it to fire through thighs instead of into her flesh. She formed her hands into hawk-like claws before she lashed them into this woman's chest, twisting her upper body aside while flinging her behind the bar with a resounding tearing sound. Zhang shook her hands to throw away the large chunks of the thief's shirt that she'd torn off, the last woman rising just in time for Zhang to straight kick her to the stomach. She grunted and flew backward, crashing through a table and landing flat on her back. Zhang stepped up to her, planting a slippered foot on her big breast before pulling down her bandana. It showed the familiar face of a dark-haired latina bandit.

"Surprise, surprise.  Another loser who wishes to tangle with Zhang Oh."

"How did you know!?" Maria blurted, clearly a bit afraid of the martial artist after the last time she'd tangled with her.

"I couldn't see your face, but I could smell you. Why were you here?"

"I had no choice. I had no choice!" Maria cried out.

"Is that so?  Then, why did you try to attack me?"  Maria hesitated, which made Zhang yank on a handful of her hair.

"Aaaack! Ow! Okay! Okay. After our fight, I was released back to serve my time back in Mexico.  But this lady, she said she wanted to get me out and pay me for a job. Just attack anyone who comes to this town. I just didn't know it was you! I wouldn't have attacked you!"

"Is that so? And who is this lady?"

"She was a masked woman.  A Spaniard woman."

"Zorra."

"Yea, I think that was her name."

"Where can I find her?"

"She's not far off. She was planning on using the train in the nearby town to make her escape.  Now please! You have to let me go."

"That depends.  Tell me what you know about Zorra."

"I told you.  She likes to conceal her identity.  I didn't even get to see her face or hair.  But she likes black clothing.  Look for a woman dressed in black."

Zhang paused as she seemed to consider Maria's words, but there came a click from behind her. One of Maria's fellow banditas cocked her gun, but before she could fire, Zhang bent over backward and planted a handstand. Her legs flashed bare in the air above her before they struck like lightning; two bolts striking the ambushing outlaw right in the crotch. The woman let out a choked cursed as she crumbled to her knees, Zhang flipping around to face her and throw a crushing palm strike into her chest. The ambushing bandita was hurled backwards, the impact shredding the fabric of her chest so severely that she landed in nothing but her panties against the wall of an old barn, legs splayed out in front of her in a witless daze. Her revolver clattered to the ground, firing off its last shot harmlessly into the air.

Zhang looked up at the falling pieces of her attacker's clothes before snatching a particular piece out of the air. It was another wanted poster, though this one had a sketch of a lovely Chinese woman with an additional drawing on the side of her particularly perky breasts. It didn't have the usual markings that showed it as an official bounty, not that some of the more honorless hunters cared. It bore the name "Zhang-Oh" and held a $4000 reward.

"So you said you didn't know it was me, huh?" Zhang mused as she stepped back towards Maria.

"W-wait.  Please! I forget these things. Uh... English is not my native language!"

"Like I needed more of a reason to punish you..."

"N-n-no!"

Zhang took Maria by the hair, lifting the Mexican outlaw to her feet before smashing simultaneous punches into her Maria's tits. "Ox!" Zhang cried out as Maria staggered and gasped.

Zhang switched her hand into a straight and knife-like shape and she leaned in and rammed it into Maria's pussy, getting a sharp "OHHHH!" out of her.

"Snake!"

She stood back upright and buried her strong fingers into Maria's breasts, squeezing around the soft and vulnerable flesh. "Tiger!" She switched over to balance on one leg, firing a barrage of lightning-fast on Maria's chest and belly. "Rabbit!"

Zhang flipped back off of her good leg, leaping high into the air over the dazed Maria that had both hands busy clutching her aching chest and pussy. "Crane!" Zhang shouted as she came shooting back down, turning in midair and kicking Maria in the head. The Mexican woman crumbled into the dirt, groaning weakly as her hazy vision focused on Zhang standing above her. "And don't you forget them!"

Zhang gathered up the beaten banditas and left them in front of the town. She tied them up and left them draped over the hitching post where she'd left her mule, asses up in the air to greet whoever came by next. Their cheeks had the Chinese character for “dragon” on them, to make her message clear. Zhang walked off with her pack mule while she frowned at the bounty poster for her. "So Zorra did knew I was coming after her already," she mused. "Madame Reynard had better have a lot to answers when I return with Zorra."

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.