Alternate Fantasy XXX - Revised Version

Author's Note: This is a revised version of the first "Alternate Fantasy". I decided to redo it because I wasn't satisfied with how the first version turned out. Hopefully it will turn out better this time.

She could hear them laughing. They were laughing at her struggles made pitiful by the ropes that held her. Her hands were restrained, as were her legs. For her, it definitely wasn't a good night. After quarelling with her boyfriend in a luxury restaurant, she walked out and down an nearly empty alley all alone. Now Eliza regretted that rash decision.

The van almost came out of nowhere, stopping almost next to her. The door then opened to reveal three men in ski masks. In a few heartbeats, she was grabbed, pushed down on the ground and bound with ropes. She was not even given a chance to scream for help, as her mouth was covered with duct tape. She is an actress, though what was happening to her was something out of a movie, she knew were the line was drawn. This was real.

"Quit squirming, girl," one man silently ordered her. "We're not going to you. Well. Not yet."

The words offered no comfort. She pleaded with them with her eyes, but none of them noticed. Or cared.

Then she heard the second man speak. "Let's get this over with. Now!" He backed his statement up by nervously looking at up and down the alley. They have been lucky so far, having no one getting wind of their little escapade.

"Relax," assured the third man. "The prize," he casts a glance a their pretty captive then smiled, "is in the bag," he continued.

However, before the second man could reply, he felt a solid jab of pain on his left temple, knocking him towards his companions. The three kidnappers, and their victim, fell in a nearly tangled heap. In their haste, none of them noticed the arrival of an interloper who delivered a well-placed kick onto the head of one of the criminals.

The first man, apparently the leader, got up quickly and got a good view of the attacker. And what he saw was something he had not expected. "What the fuck!" He uttered slowly as he eyed the unknown but pretty girl from head to toe. He was more caught aghast by her sexy outfit than by her interference.

The slight distraction was all Tifa Lockheart needed. In the next instant, she had her right fist slam into the staring man's face.

Right in the kisser! She mused as she saw her target crumple with a bloodied nose and lips. She turned just in time to see a knife being thrusted at her.

The third kidnapper's attack was slow and awkward. Tifa avoided it easily. The move left him open. She made a successful grab at his loose shirt and lifted him off the ground like he was nothing. With little effort, she threw the shocked man into a heap of trashcans and filth. Like all the others, the third guy was down and out cold.

Tifa felt satisfied at the short brawl. That takes me back, she mused as she headed for the would-be victim. The red-haired girl was now sitting and conscious but still in semi-shock. She tore away the tape on her mouth and undid the ropes. She looked at the sleeping bodies of her opponents. There was no time to call the police, and the alley was obviously no place to chat, so she lifted the girl up and walked her out of there.

They reached the public park in a few minutes and were seated on one of the benches. "You ok?" Tifa asked her as she placed her arm around the girl's shoulders. There was something familiar about the girl. She knew she had seen her somewhere before.

"I'm Tifa. Tifa Lockheart. You are?"

The girl shook her head as if to clear it. The change of environment and Tifa's timely save has helped her regain her composure before answering.

"Eliza Dushku. Thanks for the help. Gee, you were amazing, Tifa." Then she managed to smile now that an unexpected form of rescue has arrived. Eliza's eyes immediately went all over Tifa's clothes. And her body. A white sports bra that barely covered her huge tits, the nipples nearly jutting out. Her flat belly was exposed, and below it, a black micro mini-skirt that emphasized her curvy hips.

Tifa had not noticed Eliza's observing eyes yet. "Eliza ... Dushku ..." she repeated, trying to place the name. Tifa looked Eliza over. The actress was wearing a tight black dress that hugged her curves tightly with a long skirt that had a very long slit that showed her shapely legs.

Then Tifa remembered the name. "I saw you on TV. You're the girl in 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer!' You're Faith!" She could hardly hide the excitement at meeting another one of her favorite celebs.

"Oh how I wish, Tifa," Eliza admitted. "How I wish. If you hadn't shown up those bastards would have me," she said.

As much as Tifa wanted to talk some more, she then looked at her watch and realized something else. "Shit! I'm late," she announced. "Sorry, Faith --- I mean, Eliza. Duty calls. I'm afraid I can't escort you home. "

Eliza chuckled at the mention of her character name in 'Buffy.' "It's alright. I can find my way home from here. You working?"

Tifa sighed. "Yeah. Night club. The usual stuff."

"What's it called?" Eliza asked.

"The Seventh Heaven," Tifa replied.

Eliza chuckled. "Sounds like a TV show, but I guess the name's fine. It also explains the outfit, huh," Eliza replied. Then she covered her mouth, embarrassed at her own tactlessness. Tifa was not offended.

"Don't worry, Eliza. It's an honest job. Really. I'm just a waitress and a bartender. It pays well, but its tiring," Tifa assured her. Then she held Eliza's hand and walked her to the sidewalk. She talked with her new friend for a while, while they looked for a taxi.

"What? Oooh. Such a waste," Eliza commented. "You really should flaunt your body. I wish I had one like yours." Then she decided to be very frank. "If you don't mind me asking, what are your measurements?"

The question struck Tifa as odd, yet exciting, but she wanted to truthful. "38-22-36. Busts, waist, and hips respectively," she answered with pride.

Eliza believed her, and she could tell her busts were double-Ds from the size of them. One of Tifa's can beat down both of her own 36Cs anytime. "Damn, you really are gifted. Changing the subject now, I must repay you somehow. Here," she said as she reached into her wallet, which was not grabbed by the attackers for some reason. "Here's my calling card. Call, fax, or e-mail me when you need something."

Before Tifa could protest, Eliza planted a kiss on Tifa's cheek, making the busty martial artist blush very red.

"Wow! Thanks!" Tifa told Eliza, her face smiling from ear to ear and her cheeks burning red.

"My pleasure," Eliza replied as she eyed Tifa's big hooters one more time. Deep down, Eliza wanted to invite Tifa over her house, but did not wish to interfere with her job.

They stared into each others' eyes as they wondered what to do next.