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“What is it with you and cheerle-“ was all Olivia managed to get out before Phoebe leaped onto her, tugging at her hair and sending them both onto the tiled floor. The two rolled over and over, also heading into the gym.
“Remember the library?” Nicki shouted, and was on Blake, sending her outside and pinning her to the ground.
Kristen and Jennifer were pounding each other against the wall, both hoping to send the other into goodnightland. As for Roselyn, she didn’t mind blondes, but not when they were hitting her on the jaw as Jennette was; someone should’ve spanked this one a lot harder as a girl…
“They’ll keep your friends busy,” Sarah said, advancing on Shay while ignoring the yells and thuds around them. “This is for my boyfriend.”
“This” was a blow to Shay’s face that sent her sprawling, with Sarah leaping onto her the second Shay landed. The young woman howled when she felt a knee connecting to her stomach, followed by another wallop to her head; Shay grabbed out to fight back, but Sarah had her own head in her hands, and brought it on the floor.
The pain exploded in Shay’s skull as the woman glared down at her and started to do it again – and Shay kicked Sarah back, battling to overcome the agony in her head. She reached into her uniform and pulled the nightstick out, but Sarah knocked it out of her hand and sent it skittering to the other end of the room.
“It doesn’t have to be this way…” Nicki told Blake as the two grappled near the running machines. “How about you just let me lick you all over, and we call it a night? You might like it…”
“I should’ve done this with Emma,” Blake muttered.
“Done what, sugar?” asked Nicki.
Maybe it was the memory of being at Jaime’s mercy back in Alyssa’s Place. Maybe it was Nicki saying she didn’t want to hurt her while pinning Blake down with her sizeable behind. Maybe it was just one woman too many coming on to her, but… it was hard to tell which of the two was more surprised a moment later when Blake shot her hands up, clutched Nicki’s tresses and sharply tugged her head aside, slamming it onto the frame of the nearest machine. The voluptuous woman tumbled onto the floor as Blake rapidly got out of the way; Nicki’s ample ass facing them as she landed would have been an opportunity for any of the others, but for Blake Lively it was a sign that she would NEVER let another woman try and take her. Not ever.
“This is for guys only, Minaj,” the blonde told Nicki as she pointed to her body.
Megan Fox was not having as easy a time with Milla Jovovich, who was actually kicking her around the place; each time she tried to get up, Milla had her on the ropes.
“How about we just kiss and make out like Nicki wanted with my friend?” she suggested, wincing under Milla’s latest blow.
“No chance,” her opponent replied. “I like my girls to have real breasts.”

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That did it. Milla’s shit-eating grin was smashed into by Megan’s fist, followed by the rest of her body sending the two of them against one of the exercise bikes. They tumbled over it, Megan punching Milla across the jaw hard before either of them could get up and knocking her out, and ripping her uniform open to show off Miss Jovovich’s rack, or lack thereof.
“At least I *got* breasts, loser,” Megan spat.
Phoebe and Olivia struggled by the entrance to the gym; Phoebe had Olivia in a headlock and was grimly trying to get her hands in the prime position for neck-snapping.
“That ain’t gonna happen,” Olivia managed to get out, before flipping Phoebe over; she smashed into the water cooler, sending water and machinery everywhere. Before she could get up, Olivia’s arms flew out and two punches quietened her.
“Practise for Rosie,” she spat.
On the other end of the row of exercise bikes, Hayden was getting slugged repeated by April, and returning blow for blow – but each one was hurting Hayden more than it hurt April, partly because of their respective sizes and partly thanks to her aching arm.
“Look,” she said in between punches, “you heard what Nicki Minaj tried over there… it would work with me…”
“Wouldn’t work with me,” April replied, slamming Hayden against the row.
“Don’t like white girls?” the pixie gasped.
“Don’t like GIRLS, period…” April said, getting Hayden into a hug. And squeezing, and squeezing, until Miss Panettiere thought she could feel her ribs starting to crack…
There was a loud crack, but it came from outside and above her body. The pressure around Hayden  lifted as April dropped to the ground with a thud, revealing one of the smaller weights used for lifting purposes – and the woman who’d just knocked out April with it.
“Makes two of us,” Blake Lively breathed, dropping the weight near the enemy as Hayden smiled at her.
Emma wasn’t in the mood for smiling; Fontana was a lot faster than her size implied, and the girl was flailing under each blow to her body – every time the convict made contact Emma felt her insides rearranging themselves. She tried to fight back, but the woman was dragging her all over the place like a doll.
Shay and Sarah were tearing at each other, spitting curses as fabric was ripped and flesh punched. Sarah tugged Shay’s head back and cracked it on the wall, punching her ribs at the same time. Shay shoved back at Sarah and the two staggered away, Shay trying to get her fingers on her opponent’s chest (not for a feel, but for a twist).
Kristen hurled Jennifer onto a row of lockers; wrenching one of her arms behind her before the faux brunette had time to respond, the real brunette pressed her onto the cold metal and hissed “I never liked your kind, Lawrence.”

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“Not crazy about you either, Stewart,” Jennifer grunted, and shoved an elbow into Kristen’s stomach before sharply jerking her head back, crashing it against her opponent’s face; she told herself that the tiny little moistness she felt on her head was Kristen Stewart’s blood and not saliva. It gave her courage.
As the two rolled off the lockers, Kristen saw Shay and Sarah’s battle carry them near her – and while slamming her next blow into Jennifer, she put one of her legs out just as Shay approached.
Unable to see it due to her attention being occupied with strangling Sarah, Shay tripped backwards over Kristen’s foot; she was then kicked by Sarah before she landed, with her opponent stamping on her chest. Shay quickly grabbed Sarah’s foot and twisted it.
The room was filled with a sharp howl from Sarah as the ankle snapped; she collapsed on top of Shay, her hands reaching for the younger woman’s throat. Shay socked Sarah across the jaw and went for her breasts again – and this time she got them.
Sarah yelled in agony as Shay gave them a hard twist; she aimed her hands at the woman’s face, clawing across it and managing to scratch a little skin off, but Shay kicked Sarah in her busted ankle, forcing her to let go because of the pain. Shay smashed her fists across Sarah’s face one more time, hard enough to make her hit the tiled floor hard enough to knock her out.
Then Shay found herself being hauled off the floor by a pair of strong, meaty arms suddenly wrapped around her waist; the shocked convict felt a face pressing against hers as she was clutched closer to the newcomer.
“Don’t start celebrating yet, gorgeous,” Fontana growled. “Time for round two – hope you put up more of a fight than your friend did.”
Out in the gym, a groaning Emma Roberts just lay there, trying to get herself mentally and physically pieced together after Fontana’s workout.
Roselyn and Jennette scrabbled in a corner, the older woman trying not to let her shot arm impede her and the younger woman doing her damnedest to take advantage of it, hitting it at every chance. Roselyn tried to keep it out of sight, but the scrappy blonde just went for it more.
“Sucks to not be a softpaw, huh?” Jennette cackled, punching the woman in the jaw.
Jennette found out a moment later that while Roselyn’s arms were flawed, her legs weren’t; the leader wrapped them around the girl’s waist, pinning her. Before Jennette could respond, Roselyn pinned her to the floor, face down.
“I can still do this, girlie,” the leader spat, and furiously paddled Jennette’s butt with her right hand while using what strength there was in her left to get a grip around the furious blonde’s neck. “Oh, stop squirming… you love this…”
“No – I – DON’T!” Jennette lied, saying it several times over before she lost consciousness.

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Swapping blows elsewhere in the room, Jennifer spotted the nightstick Sarah had taken from Shay, lying just out of reach. She struggled to put herself IN reach of it, but Kristen stamped a foot down on her hand.
“Uh-uh-uh… I fight fair,” the cheerleaderphobe chided, before kicking Jennifer in the side and swiftly sliding the nightstick over to a colleague.
Caught in Fontana’s embrace, Shay struggled to get free while marvelling at how strong this woman was; Fontana held her firmly with one arm and even found time to rub Miss Mitchell’s ass with her crotch while picking up the nightstick with the other. Then she let Shay go.
Long enough for Fontana to grab the other end of the nightstick, whip it up by Shay’s neck and bring her slamming back into contact, pressing it hard on her throat. Gurgling and fighting for breath, Shay desperately tried to push it back, but Fontana’s strength was no match for her at all.
As she kicked the air fruitlessly, she was swung around to where Sarah lay unconscious; Shay would have to look at her in her last moments, as a little reminder.
“Any last words, Mitchell?” Fontana rasped, thrusting the stick back harder.
Shay was unable to speak – because a shot rang through the room, followed by a rapidly cut off grunt from behind her. Fontana’s hands slipped off the nightstick, which rolled down Shay’s body and hit the floor shortly after her captor did. Shay and everyone else in the room looked in surprise at the door.
And at Emma Roberts, holding Scarlett Johansson’s smoking gun as if it was the first time she’d ever used one to kill. Which it was.
“We’re getting out of here,” she said, willing herself not to tremble before she pointed the gun at Kristen as the other members gathered behind or around her. “You, get off Jennifer.”
Kristen could see the gang’s cutting tools; she could reach down, get one and finish off this damn cheerleader – but that was the definition of bringing a knife to a gun fight. Glaring at Jennifer, she got off her and, Emma’s gun on her all the while, moved away.
Or started to; within seconds she was on the ground, having been sent to sleep by the trusty nightstick deployed by Shay, who’d quickly retrieved it.
Emma quickly locked the door and the women retrieved their tools to pick up where they left off, trying to put the deceased Fontana out of their minds and each with fingers crossed in their minds that they could get into the tunnels before the guards arrived. And before the unconscious women in the room came to…
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“Beaten by the cons my ass,” Jessica Alba muttered, as she and the half of the guards who were with her stood inside the maintenance section, watching Michelle Rodriguez and Lena Headey crowbarring the grille covering the opening leading to the tunnels. There were other entrances around the prison, but this one was the closest to the outlet; it also had two other bonuses – a) it

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didn’t require them to head over the wall and negotiate a path to the exit from the outside, and b) it was inside, and therefore not freaking freezing. “If Scarlett doesn’t make it…”
“Suppose they’re already out?” asked Jordana Brewster.
“They can’t run that fast,” Jane Lynch chided, as Michelle and Lena gave the grille one last shove each and sent it clattering aside.
“Put that out, Cattrall,” Jennifer Morrison snapped.
“You’re not the boss of me, Snow White,” Kim replied, reaching for her cigarette lighter.
“No, but I am,” Jessica pointed out, plucking the cigarette from between Kim’s lips and dropping it down the hole. “You can light up when we’re done.”
“That was my last one!” the other whined as Jessica started to climb the ladder down into the system.
“That was my last one!” Carey Mulligan mimicked. “Use a patch, Cattrall – it’s better for you.”
“Or just quit,” Carly Chaikin suggested.
“Clean-living Chaikin, huh? Is that why you’re the second-best shot around here?”
“Second? Mulligan, you’ve got as much humility as you’ve got boobs,” chided Carly as she headed down.
“Fine, we’ll let the San Fran Eight decide,” said Carey. “Whoever gets the first one who comes out is top gun around here.”
“Oh, you are SO on.”
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Milla Jovovich was a strong believer in taking opportunities when they were given. She had been the first to come to, and her first instinct had been to get out of there.
But then she’d seen Nicki Minaj right where she wanted her – face down, ass up, and completely quiet. Seeing that Phoebe Tonkin was stirring and being by nature a sharing soul, she’d gently roused her up and invited her to join in the bounty – “Acres and acres of jungle-girl meat there, and all ours,” Milla had cackled.
Phoebe had seen the logic behind her colleague’s reasoning, and was soon tugging down Nicki’s uniform in preparation for the kind of midnight feast the writers of British boarding school stories never wrote about.
If nothing else, at least Milla and Phoebe had the memory of Nicki’s exposed rump to masturbate to when Cate Blanchett, several other guards and their guns turned up to play the role of cockblock.
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Jennette’s eyes fluttered open, her body taking in how Roselyn’s legs were no longer keeping her in check. Reflecting on how warm her asscheeks were (“Not bad,” she couldn’t help thinking), she also reflected she wasn’t alone; Sarah was still out cold, though probably not for much longer judging from how she was getting slapped by Charlize Theron. Fontana was lying there and she wasn’t going anywhere, and Kristen was… wait, where was Kristen?
The open panel in the floor gave her, and the guards dropping into it, the answer.
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Kristen Stewart could move fast. She didn’t know the exact route they were taking, but she knew what direction to go in. And since no one else was with her, she had no one to slow her down.
“I’m coming for you, Lawrence,” she said to herself as she sprinted.
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As the gang raced through the tunnels on the other side towards the western outlet, Hayden had suggested that they try and sing to keep their spirits up; Roselyn nixed this, pointing out they didn’t know how close the guards were behind them (“We can sing when we’re in the van. Well, some of us can,” Roselyn added, with a little laugh as she eyed Megan, who simply rolled her eyes).
“Besides, isn’t getting out of here enough to perk anyone up?” Shay added as she and Emma kept their torches spanning the floors and ceilings, the better to keep from stepping in anything unpleasant.
Emma stopped her beam as she spotted something near her foot; it was a small object, not disgusting in and of itself but….
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, picking it up and looking it over.
“What is it?” Roselyn asked.
“It’s a cigarette.”
“Since when do you smoke?” Megan added.
“I don’t,” Emma replied, rolling the cigarette between her fingers. “But Cattrall does. It’s her brand.”
Emma and Shay stared at each other as they and the others put two and two together, and both shouted “That BITCH!”
“Which one? It’s a crowded field in this place,” Jennifer said.
“Grace!” Shay explained as she and Emma turned around. “She must’ve told the warden…”
“They’ve got to be all waiting for us on this side!” Emma added.
“Lead on, ladies,” Roselyn told them as the gang started off on the new route, heading faster now they had more area to cover.
“Winslet might’ve stuck people on the far end as well!” Blake gasped. “If she did…”

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“Well, it won’t be the first time tonight we’ve had to fight,” Olivia said grimly. “Just hope it’ll be the last.”
* * * * * * * * *
The pipe that let the waste from Remy Hadley out had nothing barring it from the winds rushing around the mountain.
The guards stood side by side within the pipe a few feet away from the exit, wishing the late night wind wasn’t blowing behind them but glad nothing liquid was flowing around their feet. To a woman, their weapons were out and ready to be brought up and fired; the second the gang came through it would be goodnight.
Carly Chaikin glanced at Carey Mulligan, whose finger was curled so tightly on the trigger of her gun she was almost in danger of firing right there.
“Patience, ladies,” Gemma Arterton said. “There’ll be plenty for all of us…”
* * * * * * * * * *
The other team of guards followed Cate as she raced through the tunnels, the head guard hoping that the convicts could hear the footsteps catching up. All she could think of was catching up to that bunch of dykes and putting them in their place once and for all.
She was so intent on finding them that she had no idea she had outpaced the other guards; the thought of dealing with them had taken precedence over everything. She could almost smell them – that Cuban woman, the driver with the tattoos, that damnable Blake…
As Cate rounded a corner, she was taken aback by what she saw.
But only briefly. Then the professional in her immediately took over, and she waited for the torchbeam to pick out what was in front of her as she gripped her nightstick in preparation.
The torchlight stopped at Cate’s feet, and moved up sharply – and Emma Roberts’s face started as she found herself staring into the depths of hell via Cate Blanchett’s eyes.
“BLANCHETT!!!” the girl screamed as Cate grabbed her arm. “DETOUR!”
An instant later, pain exploded through Emma’s sternum as the head guard smashed her stick against it. “You and that little blonde slut had the nerve to use me in your twisted little fantasies? ME?!?”
Cate slugged Emma’s stomach again. “No one treats me like that. NO ONE!”
“Hey, you should be glad SOMEONE wants to fuck you!” the safecracker gasped.
“I hear you like working without clothes,” Cate said grimly. “Since you were born naked, you can die that way as well…” And hitting Emma again, she began to pull at her uniform.
“Don’t rip it, it’s the only one I’ve got,” the young woman sneered as she helped Cate take it off. “You couldn’t wait for this, could you?”

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Cate’s eyes somehow became even colder as she brought back her nightstick. “Excuse me, Roberts?”
“Oh, come on – I know a closet case when I see one,” Emma panted, grabbing Cate’s forearm before the stick could make contact with her body again. “Now Blake Lively, she’s the real deal – but you? I bet you lie in bed with your pussywhipped husband just thinking about some of those hot guards like Arterton and Alba…”
“Stop it,” Cate said flatly.
“Or maybe join in the fun with one of us? Hayden told me she’d like to get her hands on some sweet Blanchett booty and I think you’d like it as well…”
“Stop it,” the guard repeated more forcefully.
“Or maybe it’s *some* of us?” Emma continued. “A little orgy out in the bleachers - Megan working your tits, Roselyn doing your back door, me getting a taste of Down Under… come on, if you really hated being here with all us sexy ladies you’d have transferred long ago… you love it, admit it.”
“STOP IT!” Cate shouted, forcing the stick closer to Emma.
“Your wish is my command, Cleopatra Queen of De-nial,” Emma Roberts cooed, and spat in Cate Blanchett’s eyes.
The sudden move made Cate let go of Emma, who rapidly retrieved her uniform and sprinted away; as the guard wiped her eyes clear in fury, she saw that said uniform was on the ground a few feet away, down another turning. Emma must have dropped it in her bid to escape. With a snarl, Cate ran down that pathway at speed, knowing that there was nowhere else for her to go.
Down the tunnel she pounded, racing with her eyes on the alert for Emma Roberts’s bouncing behind which she was looking forward to filling with bullets the second it got in range, heading towards the chilly opening, spotting several women in uniform standing there with their WHAT THE FUCK--
An instant later, Carey Mulligan won the bet.
* * * * * * * * * *
Shay and Emma had taken in the details of the entire system, including possible alternate ways to where they had to be. It was one of those alternates that Shay had led the others to, and which Emma Roberts was heading for to catch up with them when she heard the gunshots.
It was even colder without the uniform she’d rapidly dropped as a decoy for Cate, but it had been worth it. Scratch one Blanchett…
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Several yards away, Jaime heard the gunshots and grinned.

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Then they suddenly stopped, and the grin vanished. Unless the guards didn’t believed in wasting bullets there was no way they could have gotten nine of them in such a short time – something had gone wrong, but she wasn’t about to keep going this way to find out what.
Jaime started to run toward the other exit; Emma and Shay weren’t the only ones who’d memorised the entire system, and she had the quickest way through by heart. There was no way she’d be able to get to them before they left, but she could still catch up on the way down…
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"EEYUCK!!!"
"We had to run into something sometime," Roselyn reminded Jennifer. "It *is* a sewer..."
"No, I think a rat ran over my foot. I hate rats."
"How do you feel about safecrackers?"
It wasn’t like their smiles immediately lit up the darkness, but everyone’s spirits rose on hearing and seeing Emma Roberts catch up with them; it was the second bit of good news the gang had gotten in the last few minutes. The first was that they were almost at the exit – they could feel the Sierra Nevada air starting to hit them. None of them had wanted to be outside after midnight far above sea level so much in their lives.
“Nasty,” Hayden told Emma as she saw the bruises Cate had left decorating her body.
“It’s not like I can’t walk,” she replied. “Just wish I hadn’t had to leave my tools.”
“So am I the only one here wondering why Emma’s naked?” asked Olivia.
“Yes,” said… all the others.
“C’mon, didn’t you see the news about her when we got caught?” Shay asked.
“I didn’t catch most of it,” Olivia told her. “I was too busy getting FRAMED FOR MURDER.”
“Oh shit, sorry…”
“Shit.”
It wasn’t an echo; Roselyn and the others had reached the mouth of the outlet, and all they had to do was step through it and be on the face of the mountain… once they’d cut through the meshwork that was covering the mouth.
“This wasn’t on the blueprints…” gasped Shay.
“Must’ve added this afterwards,” Megan added, looking at the latticed barrier. “At least it’s not too thick – shouldn’t hold us up long…”
“Shay, Blake, you’re the tallest – you two cut along the top and the rest of you go either side,” Roselyn said as she started to cut wires herself. “Just don’t get in each other’s way.”

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“You sit this one out, Hayden,” said Blake as she began her work. “Your arm-“
“No way,” the small blonde snapped, crouching down. “I got this…. AIIIEEE!”
The others glanced in concern at Hayden as she gritted her teeth, trying to use her knife despite the pain in her arm. She managed to get her hand up, but it was costing her with every move.
“Blondie gave you an order,” Jennifer said briskly, gently taking the cutter from Hayden. “I’ll do it – I haven’t done anything to really help yet anyway.”
“You helped with Scarlett,” Megan pointed out.
“Call it fringe benefits,” Jennifer laughed.
Watching as the others worked on the fencework, Hayden was also looking back periodically into the darkness of the tunnel, hoping against hope that there wouldn’t be lights and footsteps approaching. She couldn’t spend another night in this place, not now they were so close to escape – but there was someone else after them, and at least if it was the guards she’d get to see sunrise. If it was Jaime bursting out of that tunnel, that hellish way to fuck death in her hand…
“COME ON!”
Her nightmare scenario vanished from her mind as Emma called, with Shay and Blake pushing the enormous piece of cut mesh out of the mouth of the tunnel. It immediately folded out and hung down outside as Shay climbed over the metal, followed by Blake. There was a slight drop from the mouth onto the ground of the slope, but it wasn’t inclining enough for any risk of tumbling away.
With Hayden’s exuberant “YES!” behind them, they were the first two to step onto the rock and stone of the mountain.
“You’re not gonna believe this, but I’ve been out like this on colder nights,” Emma laughed as she jumped down.
“I’ll warm you up when we’re in the van,” Shay assured her.
“Are they *always* on?” Olivia asked as she went next.
“Yes, but you get used to it,” Blake replied.
“We should have been further down by now,” Roselyn muttered, close behind.
“And I slowed you down,” Hayden grumbled.
“Seven don’t cut much slower than eight,” Megan told her as she helped her down and they joined the others. Though there were a few clouds in the sky, they’d been blessed with a full moon and that, combined with the torches from Emma and Shay in front, meant their journey was a little safer. Only a little – they were still climbing down a mountain at night – but safer.
Jennifer put a leg onto the hanging-down fencing and prepared to jump down to join the others and finish the lineup… and a fist grabbed her uniform, tugging her back around to the shock of her and the group.

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“And where do you think YOU’RE going, young lady?” snarled Kristen Stewart.
“GO!!! I’LL CATCH UP!!!” Jennifer yelled down to the others before Kristen yanked her back inside the tunnel and smashed a fist into her mouth.
“In your dreams, Lawrence,” Kristen spat, following up her fist with another crack across Jennifer’s face; but as Miss Lawrence stumbled she clutched her enemy, and both women smashed onto the concrete by the exit, tearing at each other until Kristen climbed on top, slapping her.
“How come you hate cheerleaders anyway?!” yelled Jennifer, wishing that there was something – ANYTHING – she could have used around here as a weapon. But there wasn’t even a rock there; the whole thing was clean as a whistle.
“Because they make me sick!” Kristen shouted, tugging at Jennifer’s hair. “Those girls all sashaying around halfnaked and getting everything they want just ‘cause of how they look, and my mom and sisters telling me to be just like them and keep the line going… and then I go and lose my second boyfriend to one! The first one wasn’t so bad, at least he dumped me for a med student, but to lose to a damn cheerleader?!”
Jennifer howled as Kristen snapped one of her fingers; the girl was well and truly in the zone.
“But I showed him. Oh yeah, I showed him what he was giving up,” Kristen continued, digging her nails into Jennifer’s arms. “Sweet little Tiffany Collins, wagging her hot little body all over the place… sweet little Tiffany’s cute, empty head…”
Kristen swiped her fingers across Jennifer’s chest, getting another little cry from her as the nails raked through the cloth to the skin and leaving a few red streaks on her breasts.
“Sweet little Tiffany. She was my first, and you ain’t gonna be my last… picking up where I left off when I get out, and all thanks to you and your friends…”
Jennifer’s top half was trapped under the demented blackhaired woman, but her legs were free; it was these that she swung up, wrapping her calves and knees around Kristen’s legs from behind. She thrust them aside and threw Kristen off, rapidly unwrapping and slamming a foot into the enemy’s chest, following it with a rapid kick onto her head. Quickly Jennifer scrambled around and cracked a fist across Kristen’s face, ignoring her hands clawing on her.
Jennifer clutched Kristen’s neck and shoulder and wrenched her around, smashing her onto the ground and elbowing the back of her head.  Before Kristen could get up, Jennifer had bounded up and pounded both her feet onto her enemy’s back, knowing one of Kristen’s arms was underneath and taking pleasure in the yell that ensued.
“I’M GONNA KILL YOU, CHEERLEADER!!!” Kristen shouted before Jennifer kicked her mouth, breaking a few teeth and reducing what she was saying thereafter to muffled as Jennifer kicked and thumped her opponent into oblivion.
“That’s head cheerleader, Kristen,” Jennifer panted after one last blow, glancing down at the stilled opponent. “You don’t fuck with the head of the team.”

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“That’s what I told my girls as well,” ex-head cheerleader of her school Jaime Pressly cackled behind her.
Before Jennifer had time to react, Jaime plunged the device into her back.
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None of the ladies had wanted to leave Jennifer there, but the longer they stopped the more chances the guards had to catch up. Even though they weren’t at the summit of K2 it was still a long way to the bottom, and with three of them injured it was making it trickier. And it was only a matter of time before they started swinging the searchlights to sweep the mountainface…
“If we move across instead of going down we could get to the river and take the rapids the rest of the way,” Shay suggested.
“Tell me you’re joking,” Olivia shuddered, trying not to give in to her aching leg.
“Relax, she’s kidding. We’re still on the worst part of the mountain,” Emma called from in front. “Stay on this route and it WILL get easier. And keep talking…”
Singing was out of the question, but talking was easier and let them keep track in the increasing darkness – neither Shay nor Emma could afford to take their eyes off what was in front of them for an instant. For the time being each woman had to negotiate down the route with varying degrees of difficulty; Roselyn, Hayden and Olivia had all refused constantly offered support at first, but after Olivia had almost slipped once she had found herself sticking closer to Roselyn (whose legs had not been hurt), and Blake was watching Hayden like a hawk; she too had lost her footing, but Blake had gotten her, and she hadn’t missed the little smile Hayden had given her.
Which left Megan bringing up the rear, not liking the clouds in the night sky; they weren’t blocking the moonlight, but if it started to rain while they were up there and still not on the gentler ground walking could get worse, and then some of them might get to the bottom a LOT faster than they wanted. And Megan Fox was not great with climbing.
She took a few more steps onwards, focusing on Blake Lively. The thought that she could check out the blonde’s butt all the way down took her mind off her situation.
And then a forearm clamped around her neck, with a bloodied triple-bladed device in its hand, and Megan’s dreams were over.
“I’m BAAAACK,” Jaime Pressly whispered. “Don’t scream, wheelgirl…”
Megan froze up, knowing Jaime could only have come out through the other outlet and wishing that the blood on the blades didn’t belong to who she thought it did.
“Oh, Jennifer… no….”
“Oh yes,” Jaime sneered. “And you might be next.”
“Might…?”

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“Here’s what’s gonna happen, Tats,” Jaime sneered. “You get a choice – you can get it like this…” she jabbed the tips of the device against Megan’s side before she pointed out into the darkness. “Or you can jump. And it ain’t like they’re coming back to save your butt…”
She jabbed Megan again. “It’s a long way down, and they’ll all get there before me, but I ain’t gonna give ‘em a chance. And I know you’re thinking you can fight, but I know just where to stick this… now you wanna pick, or should I do it for you?”
“MEGAN!!!!”
The decision was out of Megan’s hands; she, Jaime, and all the other escapees, whirled their heads around at that sound. Taking it in at once, the driver wrenched her arm free of Jaime and got out of the way of the plummeting Jennifer Lawrence.
Fighting the pain of the wounds in her back, she had crawled out of the exit and started down slope, gingerly picking her way down with her own torch and spotting Jaime approaching Megan. She knew there was no way she could get to them in time at her walking speed, but she also knew Jaime was like the Terminator - she absolutely would not stop, ever, until Megan and the others were all dead.
There was only one chance - Jennifer started tumbling down the slope, unable to stop, but able to shout…
Megan got out of the way in time, but as Jennifer smashed into Jaime the blonde lost her footing and dropped the device before she could use it on Miss Lawrence. Both convicts followed it an instant later, tumbling over and over downhill… before they hurtled over the edge and plunged into the darkness, as their screams blended into one before fading quickly.
The remaining seven stared in shock where Jaime Pressly and Jennifer Lawrence had been a moment ago; only some faint moans broke through to them from several yards downhill.
“Is that…” Blake asked, in dread.
Another low set of groans wafted up to them, in a different register.
“Holy fuck… they’re both alive?!” Olivia said.
“Maybe Jaime’ll snuff it before they find her,” Emma added bitterly. “Hope Jennifer uses her body to keep warm…”
“Maybe she’ll do it before they find us,” Roselyn urged. “We have to keep moving.”
“Yeah,” Shay agreed. But she still glanced outwards and downwards as she returned to leading the prisoners, mentally sending a little note to whatever was out there and hoping that Jennifer would be okay.
She wasn’t the only one.
* * * * * * * * * *
Half an hour later the clouds finally broke, bringing chilly rain to the area.

[Cindylover1969]

It cut through the floodlighting that covered the mountainface and drenched the guards, all combing the territory in search of the escapees.
The rain slashed through the air and spattered over the ground, and over a Ford E-Series van.
And the seven women racing towards it.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Warden?”

Kate and Grace’s ears pricked up when Jessica Alba’s voice filtered through the speakerphone.
“Did you get them?” the warden asked hopefully, leaning forward to get all the details. “They HAD to come through there…”
“We got them.”
“Excellent – Sanchez and her friends are dead?”
“The other team got Sarah Shahi and her sidekicks,” Jessica corrected. “Kristen Stewart gave ‘em the slip at first but they got her by the outlet. They’re all heading back to their cells – lot of bruises all round, but nothing—“
“What about the main gang, Alba?”
“We heard them coming and opened fire the second the first one came through. And…”
“Yes?” Kate said eagerly.
“We… er… we shot Cate Blanchett,” Jessica answered hesitantly.
“Oh, what a shame,” Grace said airily.
“You did WHAT?!?” Kate shouted. “You killed one of us?!”
“She took about twenty bullets before we could stop shooting…  I don’t know how she’s still alive. Must be all the hate in her.”
“Blanchett’s alive?” asked Kate.
“She’s a fighter,” Jessica asserted.
“Oh, what a shame,” Grace said again, sounding like she meant it this time.
“Tell me you managed to stop those robbers,” the warden said, clenching her fists.
“We found Jaime Pressly and Jennifer Lawrence; they took a fall down the side. About a hundred feet or so...”
"Are they dead?" Kate asked.
"No - they're hurt but they'll be okay."

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"Shit. And the others?"
"They... got away. By the time we got down the mountain they were gone… Warden? Warden?”
Jessica was speaking to a dialtone, as Kate hung up and began to make another call.
* * * * * * * * * *
It was cold outside, but inside it was warm. In Rhona Mitra’s mansion, it was especially warm.
Rhona prided herself on her steady hand as she held the phone, recording Rosie Huntington-Whiteley bathing and humming to herself; part of her wished she could find a way to put this online. Her girl’s body was too beautiful to keep to herself (Rosie herself had asked Rhona several times if she could do some nude shots – even though Rhona figured this was something else Rosie was actually good at, she’d told her not yet).
Seeing the lotion being rubbed all over Rosie’s small breasts made Rhona want to fling the cameraphone aside and join her. Up and down the image moved, taking in all of her sylph-like body.
“You are incredible,” Rhona sighed, capturing her beloved’s face.
“I’d do anything for you, Roni,” Rosie giggled. “Even blow your—“
“Near, far, wherever you are…”
As Celine Dion interrupted that line of thinking, Rosie’s eyes lit up even more.  Rhona’s narrowed as she took the other phone from her trousers – unlike Rosie she hated the song and film. “This had better be important,” she said stiffly, still watching her girlfriend.
“We may have a problem on our hands…” Kate said on the other end, feeling it would be a very long time before she could sleep with Rhona’s hot little girlfriend again. If ever.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Whooo, looks like Rhona’s gonna have your boobs for breakfast!" Grace cackled when the warden hung up.
"And YOURS, Park," Kate hissed. "And when she’s done with whatever remains of those mosquito bites you call your breasts, they’ll be shared.”
“Huh?”
“I am going to see to it that you have a VERY hard time in Remy Hadley from now on,” the warden explained, getting up and going to her cabinet. “Starting with making sure Leighton Meester tells everyone about your Teacher's Pet tendencies.”
“Shouldn’t she be dead by now? Damn snitch…”
“She would be, but her parole is going to be approved in the next couple of days. And the protection both she and you received up to now expires the second she leaves. Expires for you, that is.”