Editing Catfight Lesbians (section)

==Chapter 2==

The Camaro's tires squealed and sent up a cloud of smoke as Eight floored it going into the corner, desperately trying to escape the sirens dogging her rear. It was supposed to be so simple, just pick them up and drop them off. Then they got to the drop-off, and everything went bad.

"Get this rattle-trap going faster!" Razor shouted, leaning forward from the back seat. "They're gaining on us!"

"I might be able to go faster if there weren't six people in the car!" Eight shot back angrily, gripping the steering wheel and coaxing the Camaro under her breath. "There's only five-" the huge woman started, before Eight cut her off. "You count for two!"

Suddenly, Eight felt the woman's thick arm around her throat, cutting off her air and forcing her head cruelly back into the headrest! "We could get rid of some weight here," she grinned, as Bail-Out shrieked and tugged at her meaty bicep, raking her nails along the scorpion tattoo that bulged as the big woman flexed harder.

"Squeeze!" Razor said calmly. "Knock it off, we don't wanna crash." Eight gasped and pitched forward as soon as she was released, grabbing her throat and staring daggers at the women in her rear-view mirror. The big woman's reflection grinned, and as Bail-Out looked back Squeeze puckered her lips and winked maliciously at her.

"Are you all righ-" Bailey started, halting as Kate - Eight - slapped her hand away.

"I'm fine!" Eight hissed. "Just look for a place to ditch these cops!"

"Uhh-" Bail-Out stammered, flipping the map over and searching it frantically. "Take a right here!"

Razor, being on the right side of Squeeze, was caught off-guard as the car whipped right, forcing her face into Squeeze's prodigious chest. Nails, already wedged directly behind Eight's left shoulder, squeaked as she was pressed into the corner and buried in feminine muscle.

Bail-Out happily found herself pressed up against Eight, and dropped one hand to the other woman's thigh. The moment was short-lived - both women gasped as they passed the orange sign: ROAD CLOSED AHEAD. "Oh no, I forgot they started road work last month!" Bail-Out moaned, flipping the map over and over in desperation. She stopped and looked up as she realized Eight was accelerating. "What are you doing? Didn't you see the sign?"

"Relax," Eight said, lighting another cigarette. "We're almost in the clear."

The highway worker rubbed her forehead with one thick leather glove and tipped her hardhat up, letting the sun dry her flowing hair and low-cut top as her friend carefully steered the steamroller forward. By the time her ears registered the sound of the Camaro's engine the car was already careening around a line of cones and speeding right at them! As it shot past the pretty crewman she shrieked and jumped back, but just as it swerved and disappeared into the sea of orange the swell of police sirens overtook its roar. As the voluptuous public employee watched, one of the pursuing cars drifted into the line of cones and slid sideways, slamming to a stop against the steamroller. The two beautiful officers scrambled out the driver's door, just in time to see their car flattened like a pancake!

Meanwhile, Eight slalomed back and forth between the two lanes, dodging signs and equipment. She tossed a smoky glance back at the car in her rear-view and nudged the Camaro to the right. The cop took the bait, moving sideways just far enough to clip a sign and wedge it against the windshield. The patrol car slid sideways and screeched to a halt, but the Camaro's third pursuer was relentless, riding their tail no matter how hard they shook it. Suddenly the cones and signs fell away, and the patrol car pressed its advantage, pulling up along the Camaro's passenger side.

"Pull over!" the full-lipped Highway Patrol officer shouted, reflecting the speeding Camaro and the blur of scenery in her aviator glasses. "You are under arrest!"

Bail-Out grinned and slipped off her tank top, clutching the doorframe with one hand and climbing up to sit on the windowsill. "Are you going to strip-search me, Officer?" she called, tossing her shirt at the gorgeous Highway Patrol officer. The patrol car swerved as the officer grabbed the skimpy tank-top and sniffed it before tossing it onto the passenger seat. Now clad in nothing but her shorts and bra, Bail-Out swayed and undid the clasp on her back, tossing the bra at the patrol car playfully and catching it on the radio antenna. The officer bit her lip and glared at the two with stormy lust, reaching down inside the shorts of her uniform with one hand and turning the wheel toward the Camaro with the other.

The two cars banged together, sending Bail-Out's firm assets up and down. With less than a foot between them, she tucked her toes under the edge of the bucket seat, slid her thumbs under the top of her low-cut shorts and slowly wiggled back and forth as she shimmied out of them, kicking them onto the Camaro's floor.

Now completely naked, she stood and leaned backward out of the Camaro, stretching one leg out and stepping into the window of the patrol car, bringing her foot down between the officer's legs and straddling the gap between the cars! The officer parted her lips and gasped as Bail-Out's heel pressed backward.

The two cars flew down the interstate, the beautiful girl's supple bare form spread between them, while both of them continued their race to the finish. Bail-Out's soft mouth opened as she tossed her hair back, long blonde hair streaming backward in the hot wind, but just as she began to lose herself Eight grabbed her wrist and pulled her back inside!

"No!" the officer cried out, losing her concentration and skidding sideways, crushing a row of orange cones. As the Camaro shot out of view the patrol car straightened out and came to a screeching halt. The officer snatched off her sunglasses and threw them out the window, then bit her lip and pressed her hand under her shorts again, fuming.

No one was around to hear her cross the finish line.

Bail-Out pulled her shorts back on as Eight cleared the last of the cones and roared into the outskirts of the city as the sun began to set in front of them.

"Nice moves back there," Razor grinned. "Let us off at the corner up ahead."

"No way," Eight responded, cigarette clenched in her teeth. "And don't even think of grabbing me, Squeeze, or I'll roll this car just to get you off. You jailbirds are too hot to let go; they'd be all over you in a second, and then we'd be next."

"We're gonna take you someplace safe."