Paula - A Short Story 
By Lady Luck



Paula arrived home, after a night on the town, to find two men searching her
living room. "Can I help you, please?" she enquired politely. "Miss Collins!"
said one them, taken by surprised, and turning round quickly, "where's the
disc, then?! He snarled. "What disc would that be?" Paula asked. "Now don't
get cute with me you little bitch!" he snorted, "the one you stole from Mr
Jacks, so don't pretend you don't know what we're looking for."

"Don't make us hurt you," interjected the other man, "'cos we don't care that
you're a woman. We'll really mess you up. So just tell it where it is," he
said, trying to sound tough.

Paula, dressed in a black jersey skirt and an orchid pink satin top, just
stood her ground and put her hands on her hips. "You know, the trouble with
you men is that you think you're so tough and that you can intimidate a woman
with a growl and a snarl. You think that we're here just for your pleasure. I
despise men like you. You're so disparaging to women and you need to learn
respect. You want to know where the disc is?" continued Paula, "well it's
safe, that's where it is. OK?"

"You smug little bitch! Well we're just gonna have to beat it out of you
aren't we?" shouted the first man. "And then I'm gonna piss all over your
face," added the second man, who, at only 5'4" was two inches shorter than
Paula. Paula didn't flinch at the gutter language or the threats spewing from
the mouth of the pathetic little man, and prepared to do battle.

She quickly slipped off her skirt and twirled it round her head before
despatching it across the room. She stood there with her legs apart, dressed
only in her top, a pair of pink panties and black leather stiletto boots.

"Come to daddy, " smirked the first thug, but before he had moved an inch
towards her, Paula attacked him and with a superb karate kick sent him
crashing into the wall. Then, spinning round on her left foot put the second
thug on his knees, thudding her right boot into his stomach. She followed up
with a right hook to his jaw, which put him on his back.

She ran swiftly across to the first thug and dragged him up by his hair, ran
him back into the wall and then threw him across the room against her writing
desk. He was stunned but managed to grab a lamp and came at her at speed. He
swung it at her head but she easily disarmed him with a karate kick to his
wrist, and then she flicked him over her shoulder.

She turned just as the second man had staggered to his feet and he punched her
in the face. "You little fart!" she said, and kicked him hard in the balls,
"you'll regret that," and sent a stunning right cross and a left hook crashing
into his jaw. "Want to se a real punch now?" she asked, grabbing him before he
fell, and sent a super right hook thudding to his jaw. Amazingly, he didn't
fall down but only stumbled backwards. Paula went for the kill but was
attacked from behind by the first man who'd refused to stay down. He put his
arm across her throat but she pummelled her elbows rapidly into his stomach
and managed to break free. Then she turned and landed a karate kick to his
head, quickly followed by a left hook to his jaw. She knocked him clean out
with a sensational right hook which sent him crashing to the floor. She turned
her attention to the second thug and whacked him with a superb kick from the
hips, which sent him dizzy. This was the man who threatened to piss in her
face. "Try getting your prick out now," she taunted, and then she knocked him
out with a stunning left hook. He dropped to the ground instantly.

Paula couldn't resist it. She whipped off her panties and stood over him. Then
she squatted down and sprayed him in the face. "Poetic justice," she reasoned
and then danced around the men feeling incredibly superior. She put her skirt
back on and then rolled the men over and tied their hands behind their backs.
She dragged them out and dumped them in a nearby alleyway. She swaggered
victoriously back to her house and took a deep breath, before emitting a long
sigh followed by a smile of immense satisfaction. She'd struck a blow for
women tonight. She'd beaten up two men who thought that she'd be easy prey
because she was only a woman. "Men need educating," she mused, "and if it
means that we have to keep defeating them until they finally learn he truth,
then so be it. Why can't they just accept that women are superior?"

A couple of days later Paula found a note pushed through her letter box. It
was from Jacks and it simply read, "Nobody fucks with me, especially a woman.
I'm coming for my disc you fucking bitch!"

Paula was ready. Her door was charged down and Jacks and two more of his thugs
barged in. "Don't you believe in knocking?" asked Paula, sarcastically. "Fuck
you, lady," said Jacks, "just give me the fucking disc!" "Hey, I've already
beaten up two of your men for being too insistent and disrespectful," replied
Paula, "I'm quite happy to make it five." "They were useless," retorted Jacks,
"Of course they were," Paula countered, "they were men." " You fucking little
bitch!" shouted Jacks, "I've got half a mind." "Oh I didn't think any man was
that intelligent," Paula interjected quickly, with a smile on her face. "Get
the bitch!" shouted Jacks.

A right hook, a left hook, a right hook and another left hook almost took the
first man's head off. Then she landed a fantastic kick to the second man's
jaw, as Jacks watched, open mouthed. He was witnessing a woman giving two of
his toughest thugs a lesson in the art of fighting. She saw him standing there
in total disbelief and smashed her right fist into his face. "Didn't want you
to feel left out," she smiled, and then sent him crashing into the table with
a cracking punch from her left fist. Then she kicked the first man in the
balls and he bent up double. She slammed her knee into his face, thudded a
left and a right into his stomach and then she knocked him out with a ripping
right hook.

She darted over to the second thug and hammered him again. A right cross, a
left cross, a right hook and another left hook. He was groggy and ready for
sleep and so Paula helped him along by thundering a terrific final right hook
to his jaw. She broke it! He crashed to the floor. She'd knocked him out cold.

These men thought that they were really tough, but Paula had knocked them out
with consummate ease. It was no contest. Women are so superior to men. Men are
so scared of losing to a woman in a fight that they totally lose all sense of
co-ordination. They think it's their right to beat a woman and that's their
big mistake. They can't accept that a woman could be their superior. These men
had found out to their cost that a woman most definitely is their superior.

Paula turned her attention to Jacks, who was just about to make a break for
it. "Going somewhere Jacks?! Shouted Paula. "You said that nobody fucks with
you, didn't you, especially a woman? Well I'm not going to fuck with you
Jacks, I'm just going to beat you up, she continued. Jacks was scared. Scared
of losing to a woman in a fight and lost all sense of co-ordination. He swung
a pathetic punch to Paula's head and missed by a mile. He'd expected it to
connect because he was a really tough man and he was fighting a mere woman,
and so he believed that it was his right to beat her.

Paula just smiled and shook her head. "You men are pathetic," she said
scornfully, "I think this is what you meant to do," she continued. She pulled
back her right fist and slammed an absolutely fantastic punch into his jaw,
and followed up with a cracking left for good measure. She knocked him clean
out with a fabulous right hook. "Easy, easy, easy, easy," she chanted, and
punched the air triumphantly.

The adrenaline was pumping through her whole body and she was throbbing with
the excitement of beating up the three men. She slipped her right hand inside
her panties and caressed herself to a climax. Jacks, she decided, would be the
recipient of her satisfaction and she wiped her hand all over his face as he
lay there, motionless.

She tied the men up as before and dumped all three in the same alleyway. She
wrote a special message for Jacks on a piece of card, which she hung round his
neck for all to see. It read:

"I'M A REALLY TOUGH MAN BUT I'VE JUST BEEN BEATEN UP BY A WOMAN. I THOUGHT
THAT I COULD FUCK WITH HER BUT SHE TAUGHT ME A LESSON. WOMEN ARE THE SUPERIOR
SEX"

Paula went home and decided to take a short holiday just in case there were
any reprisals. She needed a break just to recharge her batteries. She packed a
few things, including Jacks' disc, and then headed off to Tokyo to stay with
her friend Chieko. Chieko was a beautiful, softly spoken young lady. She was
about 5'5 with short black hair and black eyes and pure Japanese. She was a
supreme martial artist and had taught Paula the basic skills, and so Paula
decided that if Jacks did track her down and sent an army of thugs after her
then, with Chieko's help, the two women would be more than a match for any
male army.

Perhaps Paula and Chieko will share an adventure with you soon.

THE END