Fran, Trish and I had been working at the Woodmont Health Spa for over a year before we decided that such an exclusive resort opened up... opportunities that went far beyond six bucks an hour. A bauble here, a dollar there, the guests would never miss them.

We should have known that eventually somebody would start to catch on - not every rich snoot that comes here is a total idiot, after all. We just never expected one to be a superhero, is all.

It all started last month, when we noticed that three of our guests didn't fit the normal profile for this place. They were young, a bit older than we high schoolers but a lot younger than the fifty year olds that come here to get in shape.

There was nothing wrong with these babes' shape, let me tell you!

That's what first got me a little suspicious. I got Fran and Trish together and we made sure that all three of those curvy coeds were scheduled for some activity or other, all at the same time. Then I tried to take a little look-see into their luggage - and found out they were locked.

Locked, and booby-trapped. Sophisticated stuff - but you'd be surprised at the alarms and locks I'd learned to get around. I was feeling real proud of myself when I opened a briefcase - and my stomach dropped like a rock when I saw the big green "T" staring back at me.

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"You're kidding!" Fran breathed. "Titaness?"

She looked at Trish and me. "Oh, God, we have to get out of here."

"Are you kidding?" I said. "If we all just quit we might as well hang up a neon guilty sign!"

"What the hell are we gonna do?" Trish wailed. "If the girl in 301 is Titaness, then the others have to be Moonlight and Blue Sapphire!"

"This isn't like when we were found out by one of the maids!" Fran said. "We can't just beat them up!"

"Ohh, really?" I said slowly.

The other two looked at each other. "God, Deb, be serious!" Trish said.

"I am serious," I said, thinking aloud. "We put a lot of work into this sweet set up, and I don't feel like letting some spandex-suited sluts ruin it for us!"

"None of us like it..."

"We have only one choice, girls - we need to get them before they get us."

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We only had one dinner hour, which meant that everyone had to eat with everyone else at the same time - and that meant the coed cuties had to eat then, too. They really stood out among the housewives and matrons, even though they tried to hide their curves with sweats.

Since Fran was so trusted by the staff, she got into the medical office and got some tranquilizers, no problem. We decided against dosing the dolls up to where it would knock them out - if they ate different amounts or had different body chemistries or something and only one went out, or if they tasted something odd, they'd get suspicious really fast. We settled for giving them about half what helped the grannies sleep. Trish said we should give our recipe to Seven Seas.

We weren't running a cruise line here; the activities were pretty much over by eight. If our trio of tights-clad twats was going to make their move, it would be after most of the buildings were closed up and the guests and staff were back at their room.

As such trusted staff, the three of us had the run of the place, all the keys, and knowledge of every shortcut and secret room on the spa campus. That was going to be our advantage over these spandex babes.

Sure enough, not much before nine, the door to one of the cottages eased open, and Blue Sapphire slinked out - or at least, an Asian chick built like a fitness model in a sleeveless blue leotard, boots and gloves, trimmed in black to match her mask and her long hair.

Yeah, safe bet it's Blue Sapphire - how many other Asian gals you know with tits that big?

I kept an eye on her while she crossed over to the office, where Fran picked her up.

We really didn't want them poking around in any of our files, that's for sure. Lucky for us Blue Babe had to pass the sauna room on the way. Fran tossed some coins to get her attention, and it worked.

When Blue Sapphire looked into the sauna, Fran and Trish leapt out from hiding and smashed into her back, sending her sprawling into the sauna! Even though she rolled to her feet, the door was already slammed shut - and Fran triumphantly slapped a lock on it!

By the time I got over there you could see the Asian babe's face plastered against the door's tiny window - she looked miserable. Why not? The girls had already turned up the heat - WAY up!

"Look, Deb," Trish smirked. "Steamed rice!"

"Oooooohhhhhh," the heroine cooed as she slid down the door, deliciously out!

"Is that it?" Fran said breathlessly. "We got her!"

"Don't even think of opening that door!" I said. "So long as she's in there, she's helpless! We gotta find the other two! Come on - split up, stick to the plan!"

The plan was fairly simple, really. We'd canvass for the heroines and then meet back up - never engaging them in a fight unless all of us were there. The girls had gotten really lucky with Blue Boobs, but I didn't want us to chance anything. We could not lose even once or we were going to be in all sorts of trouble.

It was Fran who found Moonlight, prowling around the exercise rooms. Or maybe, it was the other way around. Either way, by the time Trish and I had met up, we heard Fran and Moonlight talking!

"Oh, God - that little wus! She got caught and now she's gonna freak out on us!" Trish hissed.

We crept up to see what was going on... and were surprised, to say the least.

Moonlight was lying on one of the massage tables; she wore a sleeveless, high-necked white leotard with a crescent moon cutout over her big brown boobs. Her boots and gloves were also white, as was the mask that was more like a topless cowl.

Fran was chatting casually with the black babe about how important it was to relax. Trish and I looked at each other as Fran casually placed a hot towel over the heroine's face. What the hell - she was giving her a steam facial?!

Fran kept up the chatter, even as she poured a whole bottle of liquid tranquilizer into a towel. She looked over at the window and gave us the thumbs-up. Then she placed the tranq-soaked towel over Moonlight's face.

The heroine's big bosom rose and fell slower, as she started to go out. We crept into the room.

Suddenly Moonlight's body spasmed, and she tried to jerk the cloths off her face! She must have realized what was happening!

"Oh, no you don't, Moon Melons!" Trish shouted, punching her in the face! I followed her "suggestion" and sank my fist deep into her big brown boob. "Unf! "OO-ogh!"

Trish hit her again, and again, and I punched her breasts in. "Oogh! uuf! Oooo!"

Fran, always a little slow on the uptake, snapped out of it and wound up for a haymaker - right in the curvy coed's cunt! Whap! "OOOooooooooollllhhh..."

I winced at that one. Geez - you shoulda seen Superslut's expression before she passed out.

That did it - Moonlight was seeing stars.

We kept on hitting her, though - each lump we gave her put her that much farther out. Besides, Moonlight was supposed to be pretty tough - even unconscious, it wasn't really clear if we were hurting her or not.

"Enjoy your tit massage, baby?" Trish sneered.

"Hee! I told her she needed to relax!" Fran said. "Geez, am I glad to see you guys, even if she did buy my innocent little girl act."

"Yeah, nice job," Trish said. "Looks like little miss Moonlight isn't so tough after all!"

"All right, all right, she's had it," I said. "Let's tuck her out of sight and then find Titaness."

The others' smiles vanished. Titaness had been around the longest, and she was supposed to be the toughest. We were just three high school seniors -

"Seniors who beat Moonlight and Blue Sapphire - name me a villain who's ever done that! We outnumber that miniskirted moron three to one!"

"I think you have that backwards," a voice said from the doorway.

There stood the girl from 301, hands on her hips. The top of her purple skating dress was skintight; her boobs stretched that bright green T to its limits. Her gloves and dance panties, peeking out from under a little purple skirt, were the same bright green; only her belt was yellow.

I think we wet ourselves.

Then, we ran.

We ran like hell!

Titaness paused to check on Moonlight; that gave us a few seconds' start. But once she was satisfied that Moonlight was merely knocked out, she came after us like the wind!

Fran and I got through the doorway, but Titaness slugged Trish in the gut, lifting her off the floor! We heard Trish gurgle incoherently, then heard the sound of another punch that put Trish's lights out!

We heard a thud we knew must have been Trish's body hitting the far wall. And now she was coming for us!

Her mistake, though, was thinking we were still running, that we were just scared schoolgirls. Scared, yes, but running? No way.

In the seconds it took her to deal with Trish and check her to see if she was badly hurt, I grabbed one of the barbells, one with about twenty pounds on it. Fran was about twenty feet across the room and heading for the far door, which is what Titaness saw as she ran through the door, miniskirt flapping.

What she didn't see was me and the barbell. As the mega-mammaried moron ran through the doorway I swung it with all of my might, like a baseball bat - right in her super-sized tits!

"GOOOOOGH!"

That stopped her dead in her tracks, all right! Her eyes popped!

As she gasped pitifully, Fran tossed a volleyball net on her, and began wrapping it around the spandex-clad cutie pie. I slugged her across the back of the head with the dumbbell, thwok! She moaned, but didn't fall!

Titaness flailed against the net, as Fran struggled to wrap her up. It was like trying to hold onto a bucking bronco!

She knocked me away as I tried to conk her again! Fran socked her in the jaw, but that only seemed to faze Titaness a little bit! We were in deep trouble!

Desperately I looked around for something to use as a weapon, while Fran tried to punch the thrashing heroine, still trying to get out of the net! What did it take to finish this girl?

Then I saw it - the machine we used for practice on returning serves, on the tennis court. But this time I dumped in the entire bag worth of baseballs, and cranked up the dial to the hardest serve possible!

Fran had kicked Titan Tits into an exercise machine, and even though Miss Miniskirt was sprawled over it and half-netted, she still got her hand on Fran's ankle and managed to flip her to the floor!

"Ogodogodogod please work," I said - okay, whined - as I threw the switch!

Choomp! The first ball hit her square in the forehead at about ninety miles and hour. She moaned a little, but she didn't have time to do much else before the second ball fired! Choomp! "Unnhh!"

Choomp choomp choomp! I kept the machine firing as I wheeled it closer, aiming for her head and chest, virtually hosing her down with baseballs! They bounced off her bazooms and rocked off her head, all the while eliciting little "oohs" and "uhhs" from the good girl.

I looked up to see Fran pouring in another box of baseballs. She was pretty bruised up. "Give it to the little bitch," she hissed.

"I - I think she's out," I said, as the baseballs continued to careen off her curves.

"Let it go 'til it's empty," Fran said, hands on her hips. "That should finish the little twat!"

Titaness cooed softly as she sank into unconsciousness. The barrage of baseballs had finished her off.

We woke up Trish, and then the three of us punched Titaness around a little to make sure she stayed out. Then we gave Moonlight the same treatment, and dumped her onto an exercise machine, too. Finally, we went and cautiously opened the sauna door. Blue Sapphire wasn't totally out, but we changed that, fast. Then she too got dragged over to the exercise room.

We took them out to the tennis court and draped their arms over the net, so they kind of half-sat, half-hung there. Then we set up the tennis ball machine (with the softer and more plentiful tennis balls this time, though we tossed a few hardballs in there) to shoot each one in turn.

As we stood watching the trio of gorgeous good girls get clobbered ever farther into senselessness, Trish whispered "Now what do we do?"

"I made friends in juvie," Fran sneered. "I know a guy who'll take 'em off our hands. Deb, you gotta get into the office and check 'em out, then we'll erase any trace they were here."

I inhaled deeply. "Beating them up is one thing, but I'm no killer."

"Two words," she said, patting my shoulder. "White. Slavery."

I smiled.

"Well, then, let's get packing."

 THE END... for them!