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(Thanks for lindz29 for agreeing to appear in my Leopards series! As usual, she's up to no good and going to get her comeuppance... )

Lindsay ducked for cover, just in time. Cops, EVERYWHERE! How was a girl supposed to escape like this?

And to think that just a couple of weeks ago, it had all been so different. In fact, this dump had been Lindsay's kinda town. Lindsay would be the first to admit she was no criminal mastermind - or all that bright at all, really. She committed crimes largely because it was fun, she was too dumb to do much else and beneath the dizzy exterior lurked a girl with no morals whatsoever.

Give her tight-fitting clothes, some hot bad girls to look at, the tiniest bit of peer pressure or some simple orders in single syllables and she'd rob her own gran'ma (Which she in fact, had.) But lack of brain power aside, she knew a good thing when she saw one, and the set up the Leopards had was SWEET.

She'd been on the run after another of Purple Vixen's plots had gone tits up (literally, you could say...) and for once, Lindsay had managed to avoid joining her accomplices in the writhing bad girl body pile that usually rounded off one her boss' schemes. She'd made a run for it in the first car she could steal, and it was pure chance she'd stopped here, just two weeks after the Leopards took it over - she was at the right place, at the right time. By her second day she'd gotten her first Leopard tattoo and was helping to rob an armoured car...and there was not a single cop, or superhero or plucky kid stepping up to stop them! No, they'd robbed the van for all it was worth, got outrageously drunk off the proceeds, then danced in their underwear till early morning.

What was Hell for the losers who lived in this town was heaven for a girl like her. Cops would just look the other way when she or any of her fellow gang members rounded a corner. One night, when her and that local kid - what was her name, McKenzie? - had gone to get some pizza after the bars had closed, they'd come across a cop on his own, standing next to his patrol car. He'd been so...frightened of them! They'd had a great time jeering and jostling him, trying on his hat, spraying him with his own pepper spray and then - this was Lindsay's idea -pantsing him! They'd tied up in the boot of his own car then used it to go on a joyride, robbing a few liquor stores and a garage along the way. Good times.

And then it had changed. There were whispers in the air, of some old broad who was beating some of the girls up. Of jail cells packed full of gang members. Of Selina, the boss going gun crazy...of some of the girls winding up in the morgue.

So...while Lindsay was no genius, she'd been in a LOT of gangs, from Purple Vixen's Lilac's to whatever gang of street thugs would have her. And she'd developed something of an instinct for knowing when things were about to go bad...and this time, she was going to listen.

She hid as the cops ran by. They were actually...rounding girls up now! At least downtown. Cherie and Bianca had gone into their local store just yesterday, to swipe smokes and groceries and a cop had actually arrested them!

So it was time to split. She'd heard Purple Vixen and some of the others had busted out of jail now. Selina might not like it, but a couple of days drive and she could be back at the Lair, clad in purple spandex and ready to re-enter the ping pong tournament. She was going to ask her roommates, Candy and Lara, if they'd like to come too. They'd fit into Vixen's outfit no problem

***

After much sneaking and slinking around, Lindsay had made it back to her apartment. Candy and Lara were nowhere to be seen. She immediately stripped off her jeans into something more relaxing - her underwear - and turned on the tube. She was going to wait until it was late, maybe very early morning, then jack a car and go.

The news was...terrifying! Report after report of Leopard girls getting busted, dragged out of dumpsters or left tied up outside of banks. It was becoming downright difficult to do crime in this town! And just at the end of the report she saw...Candy and Lara! They were handcuffed and part of a long line of girls being led into a police van.

'Shit.'

Lindsay got up off the couch, agitated. Maybe...maybe she shouldn't wait so long. Maybe...

A search of the apartment proved disappointing. There was almost no cash lying around - the bank she had, had been blown on a celebratory trip to a Casino. She looked in Candy and Lara's stashes but they were empty too - and then she remember she'd swiped their reserves last week (after Lara had stolen hers and Candy's the week before, and Candy had stolen hers and Lara's the week before that). If she was gonna make it out of town she needed a score...

It was risky though, going out. Then she had a thought...down the hall was that nerdy girl who lived on her own. A stuffed shirt like that...she had to have some dough lying around? The woman...what was her name? She was Indian...she should be out. And if she wasn't? Lindsay smirked...well. She had her knife.

Five minutes later and Lindsay was sliding a very nice watch onto her wrist. That should make a few bucks when she got a chance to fence it, but what she really needed was some ready cash. Still in her underwear, she rummaged and rifled. There had to be-

'You know this is NOT your apartment, right?'

Lindsay looked up. There, in a bathrobe and towel was the nerdy girl. What WAS her name...Pekka? No...Peksha? PREKSHA!

'UUuuuh...I uh, came to borrow some sugar!' Lindsay attempted, trying not to wince at how much her own lie sucked.

Preksha cocked an eyebrow. 'And is that why you're wearing my watch?'

Lindsay sighed. She really needed to work on her lying. She retrieved the flick knife she'd stuffed down her tits and flicked it open, brandishing it at Preksha. She put on her vintage street thug snarl. 'FINE. I'm here to rob you, ok? I'm a LEOPARD. So if you don't wanna have an extra hole to ask dumb questions out of, you'd better tell me where you keep your money, bitch!'

Lindsay was quite pleased with this threat but, annoyingly...a little worryingly, the Indian girl didn't seem the least bit bothered. In fact, she smiled. '

Yes. I know you're a Leopard, you and your roommates. I've been meaning to deal with you, but you seemed such a low level thug it hardly seemed worth the trouble...buuut my hair's not dry yet and you have broken into my apartment and didn't even bother to dress for the occasion so...no time like the present!' She smiled and stepped into a fighting stance.

Lindsay felt it then...that horrible flutter, that first twinge of panic she'd felt time and time again every time the bullied fought back, the same panic that had caused her to ride the revolving door to every jail between here and the coast. But it was too late now. It was fight, or flight...

There wasn't MUCH of a fight, in the end. Lindsay got to stab at the girl twice before she kicked the blade out of her hand. 'No FAIR!' she'd cried, not realising things were going to get much less fair in just a few seconds.

A whirlwind of kicks and punches to the face and gut left the hapless gangstergirl, serial henchwoman and all round ne'er-do-well swaying on her feet. She was done. Lindsay knew it. Preksha knew it. And it SUCKED!

'N-no FAIR!' she whined, one final time, just as Preksha delivered a roundhouse to her stomach. She tumbled backwards, over the back of the couch, with a crash, her two bare feet sticking up in the air. There would be no escape for Lindsay this time...

***

Handcuffs clicked around Lindsay's wrists. That was bad enough, but it turned out the cop was the same one she'd mocked and bullied just a couple of weeks before, and he was in NO mood to be gentle. He dragged Lindsay towards the police cruiser, hstill groggy and unsteady on her bare feet. She shivered.... because once again, Lindsay was going to jail, in her underwear.! How did this keep happening?

She looked back to her apartment and saw Preksha wave cheerily from the window. Once again, Lindsay had been in the wrong place, at the wrong time. 'No fair!' she muttered one last time, as the door of the police cruiser slammed shut.

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(Thanks for lindz29 for agreeing to appear in my Leopards series! As usual, she's up to no good and going to get her comeuppance... )

Lindsay ducked for cover, just in time. Cops, EVERYWHERE! How was a girl supposed to escape like this?

And to think that just a couple of weeks ago, it had all been so different. In fact, this dump had been Lindsay's kinda town. Lindsay would be the first to admit she was no criminal mastermind - or all that bright at all, really. She committed crimes largely because it was fun, she was too dumb to do much else and beneath the dizzy exterior lurked a girl with no morals whatsoever.

Give her tight-fitting clothes, some hot bad girls to look at, the tiniest bit of peer pressure or some simple orders in single syllables and she'd rob her own gran'ma (Which she in fact, had.) But lack of brain power aside, she knew a good thing when she saw one, and the set up the Leopards had was SWEET.

She'd been on the run after another of Purple Vixen's plots had gone tits up (literally, you could say...) and for once, Lindsay had managed to avoid joining her accomplices in the writhing bad girl body pile that usually rounded off one her boss' schemes. She'd made a run for it in the first car she could steal, and it was pure chance she'd stopped here, just two weeks after the Leopards took it over - she was at the right place, at the right time. By her second day she'd gotten her first Leopard tattoo and was helping to rob an armoured car...and there was not a single cop, or superhero or plucky kid stepping up to stop them! No, they'd robbed the van for all it was worth, got outrageously drunk off the proceeds, then danced in their underwear till early morning.

What was Hell for the losers who lived in this town was heaven for a girl like her. Cops would just look the other way when she or any of her fellow gang members rounded a corner. One night, when her and that local kid - what was her name, McKenzie? - had gone to get some pizza after the bars had closed, they'd come across a cop on his own, standing next to his patrol car. He'd been so...frightened of them! They'd had a great time jeering and jostling him, trying on his hat, spraying him with his own pepper spray and then - this was Lindsay's idea -pantsing him! They'd tied up in the boot of his own car then used it to go on a joyride, robbing a few liquor stores and a garage along the way. Good times.

And then it had changed. There were whispers in the air, of some old broad who was beating some of the girls up. Of jail cells packed full of gang members. Of Selina, the boss going gun crazy...of some of the girls winding up in the morgue.

So...while Lindsay was no genius, she'd been in a LOT of gangs, from Purple Vixen's Lilac's to whatever gang of street thugs would have her. And she'd developed something of an instinct for knowing when things were about to go bad...and this time, she was going to listen.

She hid as the cops ran by. They were actually...rounding girls up now! At least downtown. Cherie and Bianca had gone into their local store just yesterday, to swipe smokes and groceries and a cop had actually arrested them!

So it was time to split. She'd heard Purple Vixen and some of the others had busted out of jail now. Selina might not like it, but a couple of days drive and she could be back at the Lair, clad in purple spandex and ready to re-enter the ping pong tournament. She was going to ask her roommates, Candy and Lara, if they'd like to come too. They'd fit into Vixen's outfit no problem

***

After much sneaking and slinking around, Lindsay had made it back to her apartment. Candy and Lara were nowhere to be seen. She immediately stripped off her jeans into something more relaxing - her underwear - and turned on the tube. She was going to wait until it was late, maybe very early morning, then jack a car and go.

The news was...terrifying! Report after report of Leopard girls getting busted, dragged out of dumpsters or left tied up outside of banks. It was becoming downright difficult to do crime in this town! And just at the end of the report she saw...Candy and Lara! They were handcuffed and part of a long line of girls being led into a police van.

'Shit.'

Lindsay got up off the couch, agitated. Maybe...maybe she shouldn't wait so long. Maybe...

A search of the apartment proved disappointing. There was almost no cash lying around - the bank she had, had been blown on a celebratory trip to a Casino. She looked in Candy and Lara's stashes but they were empty too - and then she remember she'd swiped their reserves last week (after Lara had stolen hers and Candy's the week before, and Candy had stolen hers and Lara's the week before that). If she was gonna make it out of town she needed a score...

It was risky though, going out. Then she had a thought...down the hall was that nerdy girl who lived on her own. A stuffed shirt like that...she had to have some dough lying around? The woman...what was her name? She was Indian...she should be out. And if she wasn't? Lindsay smirked...well. She had her knife.

Five minutes later and Lindsay was sliding a very nice watch onto her wrist. That should make a few bucks when she got a chance to fence it, but what she really needed was some ready cash. Still in her underwear, she rummaged and rifled. There had to be-

'You know this is NOT your apartment, right?'

Lindsay looked up. There, in a bathrobe and towel was the nerdy girl. What WAS her name...Pekka? No...Peksha? PREKSHA!

'UUuuuh...I uh, came to borrow some sugar!' Lindsay attempted, trying not to wince at how much her own lie sucked.

Preksha cocked an eyebrow. 'And is that why you're wearing my watch?'

Lindsay sighed. She really needed to work on her lying. She retrieved the flick knife she'd stuffed down her tits and flicked it open, brandishing it at Preksha. She put on her vintage street thug snarl. 'FINE. I'm here to rob you, ok? I'm a LEOPARD. So if you don't wanna have an extra hole to ask dumb questions out of, you'd better tell me where you keep your money, bitch!'

Lindsay was quite pleased with this threat but, annoyingly...a little worryingly, the Indian girl didn't seem the least bit bothered. In fact, she smiled. '

Yes. I know you're a Leopard, you and your roommates. I've been meaning to deal with you, but you seemed such a low level thug it hardly seemed worth the trouble...buuut my hair's not dry yet and you have broken into my apartment and didn't even bother to dress for the occasion so...no time like the present!' She smiled and stepped into a fighting stance.

Lindsay felt it then...that horrible flutter, that first twinge of panic she'd felt time and time again every time the bullied fought back, the same panic that had caused her to ride the revolving door to every jail between here and the coast. But it was too late now. It was fight, or flight...

There wasn't MUCH of a fight, in the end. Lindsay got to stab at the girl twice before she kicked the blade out of her hand. 'No FAIR!' she'd cried, not realising things were going to get much less fair in just a few seconds.

A whirlwind of kicks and punches to the face and gut left the hapless gangstergirl, serial henchwoman and all round ne'er-do-well swaying on her feet. She was done. Lindsay knew it. Preksha knew it. And it SUCKED!

'N-no FAIR!' she whined, one final time, just as Preksha delivered a roundhouse to her stomach. She tumbled backwards, over the back of the couch, with a crash, her two bare feet sticking up in the air. There would be no escape for Lindsay this time...

***

Handcuffs clicked around Lindsay's wrists. That was bad enough, but it turned out the cop was the same one she'd mocked and bullied just a couple of weeks before, and he was in NO mood to be gentle. He dragged Lindsay towards the police cruiser, hstill groggy and unsteady on her bare feet. She shivered.... because once again, Lindsay was going to jail, in her underwear.! How did this keep happening?

She looked back to her apartment and saw Preksha wave cheerily from the window. Once again, Lindsay had been in the wrong place, at the wrong time. 'No fair!' she muttered one last time, as the door of the police cruiser slammed shut.