Tifa's versus the Turks

Written by splotch

Tifa's mind raced. This was an impossible situation and she needed a way out. Her heart raced as they all stood eyeing one another. Then all three Turks started charging at her as one.

Tifa, rather then stand in one place, chose one Turk and bolted at them. She charged Rufus, who she knew to be the least dangerous of the three. Tifa sprinted full speed as he charged in, raising a fist up to swing at her. Tifa avoided his obviously telegraphed blow and pushed kicked him back five feet. Then she ran forward, planted a foot in his chest and leapt over him. Rufus grabbed at her as she sprung over his head, trying to stop her. Unfortunately, all he caught was her leather mini skirt. The skirt stayed behind as Tifa flew past. Rufus fell flat on his back, Tifa landing in a crotch past him.

Tifa looked down and saw her panties. That idiot had stolen her skirt! She looked down at her exposed white full cut panties as her cheeks lit up.

"Dammit!" She growled. Meanwhile Rufus stared at the skirt in his hand in dumbfounded shock as the other Turks charged past him.

"Get up! We've got to get her!" Rude yelled at his companion.

Seeing them come at her, Tifa had **** but to take off running with her panties exposed...