Escape Duos

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 In the meantime, Maryse tags up with Carmella to try to escape finding different ways. They try the same way that Leanna did, but no one wants to help them out of the prison. When that fails they try to go the insane route but that only gets them more guards, when they are medically cleared they are put back into prison.

"Now what smartass?" asks Carmella.

"Shut up and let me think!" says Maryse.

She blinks and notices how some of the girls are flirting with the guards to get away with stuff.

"Mella, watch," says Maryse.

Carmella looks at her confused and sees what Maryse was thinking about and smirks.

"I have an idea," says Carmella.

She grabbed Maryse's hand and lead her to the laundry room. She went looking through the laundry, Maryse stood by.

"What are you doing?" asks Maryse.

"Just shush," says Carmella.

"Excuse you?!" says Maryse.

"Do you want to get out of here?! I will leave your ass like Leanna," says Carmella.

Maryse sighs and relaxes on the wall. Carmella tosses a pair of pants at Maryse, Maryse takes off her outfit and puts on the pants confused. Carmella searches more throughout the clothes.

"Take off your shirt and take off the undershirt," says Carmella.

"Huh?" says Maryse.

"Just do it," says Carmella.

"Bossy ass...." mumbles Maryse.

She takes off the undershirt as she already took off the jumper. Carmella hands her a shirt to match the orange pants. Carmella then finds a knife that the officers were looking for from the last fight. She uses it to cut a heart shaped line in Maryse's new shirt and cuts off the bottom half of the shirt completely just below her breast. Carmella puts the knife in her mouth thinking for a minute.

"I like it," says Carmella.

She finds a pair of capris in the pile and scoffs thinking that was done by an amature. She puts them on cutting them off to her butt, putting on a button on top tying the shirt to look like a crop top but not show off her chest. She hides the knife knowing that they will find it eventually. They head outside without Carmella telling Maryse what is going on. Maryse gets annoyed and pulls her over to a wall away from everyone.

"What the hell is going on?!" demands Maryse.

"You seriously aren't that stupid, do you think we are getting out here with chains? They can hear them miles away," says Carmella.

"Oh I get it, let's do it," says Maryse.

They go over to the guards who has their keys and distracts them well, Carmella with her big hips and thighs, Maryse with her chest. While the guards think they are going to have a good time, the girls grab the keys off the waist grabbing the ones to undo the chains. They lead the guards to a secluded area. The girls kick the men in the groin, then headbutt them. They use their chains to knock the guards out. They get the chains off also the handcuffs, they then drag the guards into the room. Maryse ties both of their hair back in ponytails, and uses her fashion design skills on the guards outfits. She uses the fact that they are in an office to her advantage. She undoes three buttons on both of their shirts and rolls up the pants into shorts using a stapler to staple them into short forms.

"Won't that draw attention to us?" asks Carmella.

"Not at our faces," says Maryse, smirking.

Carmella smirks herself, she loosens her tie just as Maryse does, they put on the hats to cover their faces. They walk on through the prison going to the sign out sheet, as Maryse figured out, the guards except the girls were looking at their bodies not their faces. The female guards were talking behind their backs but the girls didn't care. They were just happy that the plan worked out, they sign the boys out for the day and walk out. They are long gone before the real guards were discovered. They make it to a town and go looking for new outfits, knowing that they can't stay in the guard clothes. The first thing they do is get enough money to live in, they go into a motel not a five star that would draw too much attention to them but also not a 3 star either.

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