Lisa 
By Lady Luck



Lisa was a private detective, with an office in the seedier part of the town.
She was beautiful and stylish, but tough. She was an expert in judo, karate
and kung fu, and took no prisoners. Men feared her because she was better than
they were, and she was determined to keep the male scum off the streets.

Her main objective was getting Logan, who was the archetypal arrogant, loud
mouthed, obnoxious male chauvinist. He ran a drugs caper with his henchmen,
and was involved in other illegal activities. Lisa knew that something big was
about to happen soon but she needed to know exactly where and when and, for
that, she would have to break into Logan's premises and search his office for
some kind of clue.

She set off that night and found the outside of the building surprisingly
unattended and easily climbed through a ground floor window. Logan's office
was on the fourth floor and she stealthily ascended the stairs before neatly
picking the lock of his office door.

She began rummaging through drawer after drawer until she finally found what
she was looking for. Just then she heard footsteps outside the door and
quickly ran behind it. The door opened and in walked one of Logan's thugs. In
an instant she spun him round to face her, and then she knocked him clean out
with a stunning right hook to his jaw. He crashed to the floor in a heap.

She crept out and made her way to the lift to make her exit, as she didn't
want to risk using the stairs again. As she turned the corner to the lift, she
found two more of Logan's men standing either side of it. "Evening,
gentlemen," she smiled, walking slowly to the man on the left. "What the fuck!
It's that detective bitch!" he yelled. If he wondered why she was wearing a
long dress with a split right down the middle, then he didn't have to wait
long to find out. As his gaze dropped to her lovely legs, accentuated by a
pair of barely black tights which caressed them, Lisa took two paces back and
then with a fantastic kick from the hips sent her right foot thudding into his
jaw and he crashed against the wall. As he slid down, she grabbed his lapels,
leant slightly backwards, put her foot into his stomach and sent him flying
over her into the opposite wall.

The other thug came rushing at her but she quickly climbed to her feet,
effected a beautifully elegant pirouette and crashed her foot into his
stomach. She followed up with a left hook and a right cross to his jaw and
then she knocked him out with a quite stunning karate kick. The other thug,
though groggy, rose to his feet but with a majestic leap into the air, she
launched herself at him and drop kicked him in the face, and he was out.

"Easy, easy, easy," she whispered, "when will you men learn that women are the
superior sex?" She blew them both a kiss and made her way out down the lift.

As she arrived back at her office, she knew that her night's work would enrage
Logan and that it would provoke him into a response. A response that she hoped
would put an end to his operation for good.

She decided not to think too much about the consequences for now and thought
that she might as well go for a drink in the bar across the street, to wind
down. When she walked in, she sat at the bar where two men were bad mouthing
and molesting a young woman. "Hey, why don't you leave her alone boys," asked
Lisa politely, "the lady obviously is not interested." "And why don't you mind
your own fucking business, lady, or maybe you'd like me to feel you up, is
that it? Ha-ha-ha," replied the biggest of the men. "Now I've asked you nice
and politely," Lisa answered, "and now I'm telling you. Back off!" "Are you
gonna make me then, woman!" (He paused before he said "woman" to make it sound
derisive). Lisa smiled and took off her jacket. "Ready when you are, sonny."
(She paused before saying "sonny" to make it sound derisive). "You fucking
bitch!" he shouted, and came at her like a raging bull. She easily grabbed his
arm and threw him to the floor with a perfect judo throw. He didn't stand a
chance. As he got to his feet she whacked a quick left and right into his
stomach, and then a right cross, left cross, right again and left again into
his face. As he staggered backwards she landed one final right hook and
knocked him out.

The second man came at her from behind and grabbed her in a strangehold, but
she was too good for him. She threw back her left leg and rammed the heel of
her shoe into his shin and then grabbed his balls with her right hand.
"Aargh!" he yelped and, as he loosened his grip, she elbowed him in the
stomach, spinning round to face him. He was doubled up. "Oooh, lovely," she
thought, "now you're going for a a little trip." She took two paces back and
with a superb kick, launched him in the air and he crashed into one of the
tables in the middle of the floor. He was finished. Well, the women in the bar
could scarcely contain their excitement and there were shrieks of delight at
the sight of this beautiful woman kicking the shit out of two men.

With shouts of "Girl Power!" ringing around the bar, Lisa left them to it and
went home, feeling rather agitated that two complete wankers had all but
ruined her night.

The next morning, Lisa was in the office earlier than normal, anticipating
that Logan would be in touch. The door opened, and, to Lisa's surprise, there
stood a stunning looking young woman, about 27 years of age, dressed in a
black leather jump suit, black gloves and knee high leather boots. She had
long dark hair and a look of Emma Peel about her. "Hi, I'm Katya," she
announced. "I was in the bar last night and watched you take out those two
arseholes," she said, "you were fantastic. It was awesome." "Thanks," smiled
Lisa. "How can I help you?" "Well I was rather hoping that I could help you
actually," responded Katya. "In what way?" answered Lisa, quite surprised,
"what could you do?" "Well, to tell the truth," she laughed, "I want some
action like you had last night. I'd love the chance to fight some macho guys
and give them a good hiding." Lisa was quite taken aback by her forthright
approach but, in fact, also quite impressed. "What skills do you have?" she
asked. "Oh judo, karate, kung fu, wrestling, kick boxing, in fact, you name it
and I've done it," said Katya matter-of-factly.

Just then, the phone rang and Lisa had a brief conversation. "Where? What
time? Right I'll be there," she said and replaced the receiver. "Well you've
struck lucky Katya," smiled Lisa, "that was a thug called Logan and it looks
like they'll be some action tonight at a warehouse on the other side of town."
"Oh super!" replied an excited Katya, "what time?" "Midnight," said Lisa, "but
it won't be easy. This is a ruthless bunch." "We'll see," smiled Katya.

Just before midnight, the two women entered the warehouse, which was full of
crates and boxes containing all manner of illegal merchandise amassed by
Logan, mostly by force and intimidation. The warehouse door opened, and in
came twelve of Logan's toughest henchmen. "Where's Logan?" asked Lisa. "He'll
be along later after we've sorted you out, you meddling bitch. Oh, I see
you've brought some company," sneered one. "I guess that means it will take us
ten minutes then boys, instead of five!"

"Do you think you can take the six on the left, Katya, if I take the six on
the right?" asked Lisa. "Oooh yes please," replied Katya, in anticipation of a
really good work out, "I desperately need the exercise."

"Get 'em boys!" shouted ugly Bugsy, and the twelve men ran at the two women.
Katya was first in with a superb crunching right to the first man's jaw and,
as Lisa was meting out similar punishment to her first opponent, she crashed a
brilliant karate kick into the second thug's face. She was already in full
flow and enjoying every minute of it. She loved teaching men a lesson. Women
were the superior sex and, before this fight was over, these men were going to
be left in no doubt about that fact

Lisa lauched herself in the air and drop kicked two men at the same time - one
with her left foot and the other with her right. As she was getting to her
feet, another one came at her with a baseball bat, which he swung at her. She
ducked and he missed, but Lisa didn't! As she sprang up, she caught him with a
magnificent right hook to his jaw and he staggered backwards. It was a super
punch. She followed up with a crunching left and then she knocked him out with
another right hook.

After twenty minutes, the two women had each knocked out four men, and Lisa's
fifth came when she kicked him hard in the balls and, as he bent over, she
pulled him up by his hair and then kneed him in the face. A quite delightfully
executed karate kick to his head left him spread-eagled amongst a pile of
crates, which were strewn across the floor.

Katya, meanwhile, was boxing her last two opponents together, jabbing,
ducking, weaving, moving gracefully between them both. She caught one of them
full in the mouth with her left and then slammed a stunning right into the
face of the other. The men had no answer to her. She was so much better than
they were and she started dancing around them, teasing them. Jab, jab, jab and
then a thundering right knocked her fifth opponent clean out. She punched him
so hard that his feet momentarily left the ground.

Lisa was having fun with her sixth and final opponent, pinning him against the
wall with her forearm pushed up against his chin, and her knee pushed forcibly
into his balls bringing tears to his eyes. "I do believe the big macho man is
crying," teased Lisa, before letting rip with her right fist into his stomach,
bringing moans of pain from the winded and tearful man. "Is the poor man in
pain? I'm only a woman," she teased again. Lisa decided to end it there and
released him from her grip before crashing a superb right to his already
tender jaw. Down he went. He was finished. She'd knocked him out!

So then there was one and Katya was toying with him, boxing him and goading
him. "Women are the superior sex, say it!" she insisted. Silence. "Women are
the superior sex, say it!" she insisted again, catching him with on his noe
with an absolute beauty. "Say it!" "Women," he croaked, "are the superior
sex," he finally spluttered. "Good boy," laughed Kaya, "and now, how would you
like a superior woman to finish you off. One punch or two?" she asked. "Fuck
off you bitch!" he snarled with one last surge of energy. "Oh how typical,"
thought Katya. "Right then, one punch it is," she smiled. Then she wound back
her right fist as far as she could and smashed it full into his face.

It was so hard that you could hear the crack resounding all around the
warehouse. He dropped to the floor in an instant. It was an absolutely awesome
punch. She knocked him clean out and punched the air in triumph. "Yeees!" she
screamed. "Katya, you were superb," acknowledged Lisa, and the two women stood
together and surveyed the damage they'd inflicted on the men, with an air of
great satisfaction.

Just then Logan walked in, expecting to see a quite different scenario. He
couldn't believe his eyes! Twelve of his toughest men had been beaten up and
knocked out by two women. He turned and ran.

"He's mine," said Katya, and sprinted after him, with Lisa in close
attendance. She caught him inside two minutes and grabbed his shoulders,
spinning him round to face her. Then she grabbed his lapels and, leaning
slightly backwards, she rammed her right boot into his stomach and launched
him in the air back to where Lisa was waiting. He landed at her feet,
appropriately where all men should be - at a woman's feet.

Lisa pulled him up by his hair and whispered softly and sexily into his ear.
"Nighty night, Logan," and then, with a stunning right hook to his jaw, she
punched him out.

The two women each put one foot onto his chest and raised their arms in final
victory. Between them they'd knocked out thirteen men; unlucky for some, but
not for the women. They'd proved beyond doubt that women are the superior sex.
"Oh shout it out loud," screamed Katya, "WOMEN ARE THE SUPERIOR SEX!"

THE END