Dine and dash

There were many people who would have gladly picked up a hot blonde hitchhiker dressed in nothing but heart-patterned panties, but most of them Harley declined to be picked up by. It was only when a harmless-looking guy driving alone had pulled over that she accepted a lift. And, after driving through the night to arrive at a rest stop, she had also accepted his plaid shirt and the contents of his wallet and he had "accepted" being locked in the trunk of his car.

Now dressed in a shirt that just about covered her butt, Harley entered the diner of the rest stop and took a seat on a stool at the counter.

"What can I get you, darling?" the woman behind the counter asked.

"Triple espresso, piece of cherry pie, triple espresso please, darling." Harley replied, smiling sweetly.

"You said triple espresso twice."

"That's because I want two of them." Harley's smile didn't waver.

The woman brought the food and drinks and Harley downed the coffee while whipped cream was being added to her pie, she then asked for the cream bottle to be left and dug in to her pie.

Harley thought it was the best thing she had ever tasted, and ordered two more slices in different flavours, added cream and began to devour them. It was while she was on the third piece that she began to think of how tight her borrowed shirt was, and how hilarious it would be if she ate so much she burst the buttons off it, right here in the diner.

Harley grinned and looked towards the woman, but saw that her, and the few early-morning diner customers, were looking less happy. A moment later, there was a swishing sound from behind her, and Harley suddenly felt the shirt loosen at the back, then begin to slide down both her arms, split at the back.

Frowning, Harley spun in her stool, to face a woman dressed in black leather, wearing a white mask with a red circle, and carrying a lethal-looking Japanese sword.

"You are coming back to prison with me." Katana said.

"Jeez, if you were that keen to get a look at my fun bags, you coulda just asked." Harley replied, one hand going behind her to place the cut-open shirt on the counter, and also grab the whipped cream bottle. Her breasts stood exposed, firm and perky.

"There is a prison uniform in the van." Katana replied.

"Is that so? You know, I never liked those uniforms, I think us girls deserve something a bit more chic."

"This is not a debate, Harleen."

"No, I suppose it's...What's that behind you?!"

"There is nothing behind me."

"Oh. Then I suppose it's in front of you, instead."

Harley had squirted cream all over an empty pie plate and she now flung this at Katana, hitting her square in the face. Katana swung her sword blindly as Harley ducked underneath it, coming up behind her.

"Hey, ever been to London?" she announced, then as Katana swung her sword towards the sound of the voice, Harley jumped over it, ending up where she started but with Katana now facing the other way. "How about France?"

Harley grabbed the waistband of Katana's leather pants and tugged them downwards to reveal a pair of sensible white cotton panties. She left the pants around Katana's ankles as she backed off towards the door.

Katana had managed to wipe the cream off her mask and took a step towards Harley, sword ready, before her feet tangled in her pants and she crashed to the floor.

"Whoopsie!" Harley chuckled, leaning across a table and pushing an empty coffee pot off, which landed on Katana's head with a satisfying CLONK! and made Harley think she could almost see the birdies flying around her dazed opponent's head.

"I'm not ready to go back, yet." Harley said to Katana, and finished by sticking her tongue out and giving a raspberry.

The diner patrons had been watching in amazement and amusement, and now a few of them spontaneously broke into applause.

"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, thank you!" Harley grinned, giving a low theatrical bow, "It was..." a loud ripping noise gave her pause. "Uh-oh." Harley knew that as she was only wearing one item of clothing, there was only one thing that noise could have been. Still, her audience was in front of her, she thought as she turned her head to investigate the large split opened up in the seat of her panties.

And saw through the diner window behind her the three dozen cops who had accompanied Katana and watched the fight, and who she had now inadvertently mooned.

"Exit, stage right!" Harley planted both hands on her exposed rear end and dashed for the other side of the diner, as the cops began to enter.

"Through here, darling." the woman behind the counter held open the counter flap for Harley to pass, at the same time bringing out a shotgun with her other hand, "I'll handle these pigs."

Harley blew the woman a kiss as she escaped through the kitchen door, out to the highway again without looking back.