Flying Fists
By Jack
Hollis teaches Beth  and her attackers  a lesson


Beth sat at the bar, nursing her virgin daiquiri. Well, of course, no guys
were coming up and talking to her. Guys never did. She was just a quiet little
girl. or actually, woman, she was 29 now. The one guy who ever paid attention
to her had stalked her right out of her job and her town. Now here she was in
the big city in a cold, impersonal job with no friends to speak of. Even at a
meat market, she couldn't catch anyone's interest. She sipped her drink,
glanced in the mirror, and looked out at the floor. There was a girl with long
brunette hair dancing in her bare feet! And every guy in the room was paying
attention to her. Well, this girl had breasts, a face, a body. but really this
indomitable free spirit that just made everyone look. Great, thought Beth.
Someone else to depress me. She felt a crying jag coming on, so she slipped
out the back door to be alone.

"What's the matter, little lady?" asked Punk #1.

Beth looked up to see the kind of guys who hang out in the alleys behind bars
gawking at her like guys who hadn't been laid in ages.

"Nothing", she stammered, wiping her tears. "I was just going back inside."
She sniffled and started to head back, only to find a two-person wall keeping
her trapped in the corner. "Wh-what's going on?"

The first loser looked over at his partner, who was somehow even uglier.
"We're gonna have some fun!" "Oh, yeah!"

Just as the two assholes were getting their giggles, something happened they
didn't expect, heck Beth really didn't expect it. WHACK!!! WHACK!!! Suddenly,
this timid cowering little girl had just delivered two punches to the face of
the fat little Punk #2, giving him a bloody nose and a tinge of a black eye.
Shocked at her own resistance, but not about to stop it, Beth swung a punch at
the bigger of the two perverts. His arm shot up to block it, a look of anger
on his face, but before he could respond, she had driven her right knee into
the soft of his groin.

"Oh, my poor dick!" he cried out, and fell squirming to the ground. Beth
couldn't believe what was happening, but she wasn't going to wait around for
the tide to change. As her attacker hit the ground, she took off. The second
punk grabbed her arm, not wanting his prize to leave. Beth swung around and
dusted his chin with an uppercut. A few more fists landed in his fat belly.
While he was busy being dazed, Beth's fist pulled back and smacked him in the
face. Punk #2 fell down. But as Beth turned to run, a fist came from nowhere
and knocked her flat to the ground.

"You guys oughta be ashamed of yourselves," laughed Ray. "Letting some dorky
little bitch like this kick your ass."

His two friends started to pick themselves up. Ray looked down at Beth.

"Now we're gonna have some real fun."

SPLOOSH!!! Suddenly a torrent of water sprayed over all three reprobates. Ray
turned angrily to see what the hell this was.

There she stood, Hollis, the dancing barefoot from inside the club, a smirk
playing across her face, a dripping hose in her hand. "I think you guys need
to cool off."

Ray and his two buddies stood, dripping and thunderstruck. Beth couldn't help
it, but her three attackers looked so foolish that she just burst out
laughing. Ray's anger soared as he looked back at Hollis' confident smile.

"You think this is funny? I'll wipe that smile off your face!"

"On the contrary, I'll tell you what you're going to do. You and your three
buddies will cry, beg, and bleed while I beat the three of you to bloody
pulps."

Ray charged, fist swinging. Little did he expect this peace-loving hippie
chick to grab his arm and twist it behind his back. Ray was down on his knees,
helpless in pain, while Hollis bent his arm into places it didn't want to go.

Beth breathed with surprise. Who was this woman? Joe and Eddie (Ray's other
two soon-to-be-pummeled buddies) watched with fear. Hollis gestured to Beth to
come out of the alley. Within steps, she was safe behind this total bad-ass,
while those three bottom-feeders were cornered in the alley.

"Hi, Beth, my name's Hollis. I'm a self-defence instructor, as well as a
former world champion in tae kwan do. Now my skills give me a duty. We both
know what these men were going to do to you, and I simply can't stand for
that. I assure you, there is nothing more humiliating to a man than to be
thoroughly ass-kicked by a woman. I promise you, when they get out of the
hospital, these guys will be scared to harass Jell-O. But just in case, I'm
going to take their driver's licenses, and check in on them from time to
time."

Eddie was so scared now he peed his pants. Joe started bawling. There were
three of them against one barefoot babe, but she was buff and obviously
superior in every way. They were such cowards they knew they wouldn't stand a
chance. Meanwhile, Ray was howling in pain as his arm stayed twisted.

Hollis smiled at her quarry, then turned back to Beth. "So the one question
is, do you feel like leaving now, or would you like to watch."

Beth couldn't believe what was happening. One girl was saving her, one girl
against three men, and yet it was totally obvious to her that these men
weren't going to stand a chance in hell. Her attackers were about to get
single-handedly and brutally smeared all over this alley, and there was
nothing more she wanted to do than watch every last second of it.

"I wanna watch."

Hollis smiled. She had dished out many a well-deserved beating of their life
to an innumerable amount of assholes, slimebags and criminals, but every time
it felt so good to be using her hard-earned abilities to bring justice. "You
three wanted to rape this girl, and two-on-one she was kicking your ass.
Three-on-one just isn't fair, so not fair is what you're about to get. You
three don't stand a snowball's chance in hell of laying one finger on me, and
I'm going to pound you senseless, long after all three of you are begging for
mercy. So, let's let justice begin."

With a flick of the arm, she spun Ray back into the alley and then took a
prepared fighting stance. Her dirty soles gripped the grimy floor with supreme
confidence. She wriggled her toes once, twice, and breathed in the air. This
was gonna feel so good.

Ray picked himself up off the ground. He wasn't about to let any stupid bitch
humiliate him like this. Besides, this was hands-down the single most gorgeous
woman he had ever seen in his life, and he wanted to taste her so bad. Really,
he was just the only one in the alley stupid enough to think he stood any
chance of leaving this alley without a stretcher. He summoned up his strength
and all his rage and charged.

"Why you little bitch-OOF!!!" He was cut off mid-charge when a thick, dirty
bare sole implanted in his face. A sledgehammer but effortless punch to his
stomach folded him in half. That same arm then shot up above his crunched form
and elbowed him expertly in the back. Hollis grabbed him, he would have fallen
otherwise, but she wanted to do more damage before he took his fall. She
straightened him up and smiled, enjoying the fear in his face. WHAP, WHAP!
WHAP!!! WHAP!!!!! Her fists, left-and-right combos, did such a number on his
face. A broken nose, blackening eyes, and a busted lip mingled blood with his
gushing tears. Hollis shot that right bare foot up into his face, sending
every one of those front teeth flying. For the next thirty seconds, Hollis
stood perfectly balanced on her left foot, while her right kicked Ray in his
gut, face, and everywhere else. The tears were a waterworks, and he prayed to
God for an end to come soon.

"P-p-please!" he begged. "Don't kill me! I'll do anything, just leave me
alone!" Anything else he might have said was overwhelmed by bawling and tears.

Hollis smiled and pulled back her fist. A punch right to the solar plexus. Ray
fell to the ground, puking like a madman. When he was done, she picked him up
and smiled. From the smell, he had also pissed and shat himself. A chop to the
neck had him choking. She turned to Beth, whose overwhelming joy was wholly
evident. Hollis turned this totally pathetic fool to his intended victim and
let her see him for the nothing he was. Hollis kicked his feet apart,
spreading his legs. "The final shot's all yours."

Beth smiled. In fear and terror all her life, stalked for months by an
insensitive slimeball, she had almost reached rock-bottom five minutes ago,
but now her life had changed, and she knew it. No longer would she be afraid.
No longer would she be timid. No longer would she let life pass her by.

Hollis smiled, seeing the change. The moment needed one more thing to make it
perfect. "Take your shoes off. Go barefoot. Your feet deserve to feel it when
they kick his sorry dick."

Beth reached down and did something she's never done before. She took off her
stifling shoes and smothering socks and let her pale white feet free, and
loved it. Why had she been so closed up all her life? It didn't make an ounce
of sense. Over the next few months, she would study self-defense with Hollis,
go barefoot every chance she could, get promoted constantly at work, and date
more guys than she knew what to do with. But right now, it was all about
giving the piece de resistance to this no-good fool. She bent back her toes
and let her kick fly with every ounce of strength she had. When it connected,
Ray knew more pain than he ever had in his life. Mercifully, Beth pulled back
her fist and punched his lights out, letting him sleep through the next few
hours of pain. For every night after this, Ray was plagued with nightmares
about these two beautiful babes and their beautiful but terror-inducing bare
feet.

Joe and Eddie threw themselves on their knees, begging and pleading: "Oh,
don't kill us! We'll never touch another woman again! Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo!"

Hollis looked over at Beth and saw that look of preparation to deliver a
little barefoot justice.

Hollis shrugged, "Killing's too good for them.

Beth smiled. "Let's kick some ass. Barefoot."

Hollis nodded. "It's the only way I'd ever wanna do it."

The next day, Beth attended her first self-defense class. Over the next
fifteen years, she too would beat the crap out of so many wrongdoers who were
in dire need of a barefoot beating. But that night was the best. She and
Hollis beat those two losers silly, then slapped them awake and beat them up
again. They never harassed another human being again, and broke down crying
every time they saw a hot girl enjoy the freedom of bare feet. A year later,
Beth (now known as Liz) moved back to her home town and pressed charges
against the creep who had scared her away. Her charges brought other women out
of the woodwork whose lives he had ruined with intimidation. Mercifully to
Elizabeth, he ran, fleeing town in an effort to escape justice. Hollis brought
the video camera, but did nothing other than record as Elizabeth gave her
greatest demon the beating of her dreams. Her fear was over. And so were the
fears of every woman he had attacked, because they all received autographed
copies of the videotape. It showed a beautiful confident woman beat the living
shit out of a fat, overweight man twice her size. He never landed one punch,
but she beat him, humiliated him, and made him eat dirt. Finally she carted
him back to prison, where he begged the cops to get him away from her.

Beth is now happily married to a wonderful man who appreciates her. She and
Hollis remain best friends, and every now and then, Hollis calls up her up to
deliver the justice which they deliver best. And every time, it feels so good.