RAVEN
By David H. M.
An adventure of a statuesque tour guide.


Author's note: Please respect copyright restraints for these characters.

Pinned to her yellow parka, a simple plastic tag said in English: "I'M RAVEN."

The nametag was the only simple thing about her. Everything else was
spectacular. The powerfully built twenty year old stood six feet even and
weighed 165. With clear skin, a straight nose, full red lips, and limpid,
maple syrup brown eyes, her face could only be described as gorgeous. For the
few lucky ones who might glimpse her naked, she had a shapely body, a flat
belly, long slim legs, a rounded ass, a lovely pussy, and natural, voluptuous
breasts measured at 34D. Her waist measured 25, her hips 35, and her body fat
was a remarkable ten percent. Her long, sleek black hair prompted her to use,
for her job as tour guide, the sobriquet on the tag, Raven. In addition to
English, she spoke Ukrainian, Russian, and German. .

Her given name was Maleata Dolenka and she was born in Lviv in the Ukraine,
living now in Moscow. Driving the little tour van supported her and paid for
her acting lessons. Religiously, everyday, Raven worked out for two hours in a
dingy gym located on a Moscow side street. She did stretching exercises, ab
crunches, lifted weights, and kicked and punched an eighty- pound canvas bag.
Raven wasn't overly cut or densely muscled. She trained to be lean and
athletic so she would have the best look for acting roles. She lived in three
small rooms that faced the Moskva River.

It was noon and from the inner doorway of the deluxe hotel that catered to
wealthy foreign visitors Raven kept busy memorizing her lines for a play and
watching heavily falling snow cover her van. Driving around today, if she got
anyone, would be hell. She wore boots, dark slacks, and a tan wool sweater
that struggled to contain her magnificent breasts. From behind her, two men in
dark overcoats approached.

"The man at the desk said you drive the tour van," the taller man said. His
eyes moved hungrily from her beautiful face to her chest.

Raven was used to people admiring her. As long as they did it with their eyes
and not their hands she didn't mind. She smiled pleasantly at them. Her moist,
parted lips revealed even white teeth and sweet mint-fresh breath. They were
Americans, middle aged. Usually Americans are good tippers. "I need at least
six passengers, " she said, keeping her pleasant smile. The van held eight. .

"We'll buy all the seats," the shorter one told her.

Raven noticed their gruff looking faces. In Moscow, gruff looking men were
commonplace. She wrapped her white scarf around her neck, put on her yellow
parka and white ear warmers, the kind skiers use, and her white gloves, and
went outside. She moved with a pantherish strength that gave a hint of her
physical prowess. She started the engine and scraped the snow and ice from the
windows. When finished, she waved to the two men. They trudged through the
ankle deep snow and jumped into the warm van.

Raven removed her coat and climbed in behind the wheel. The men leaned forward
in their seats behind her to get a better look at her breasts pushing proudly
against her sweater.

"It's better if you sit back and fasten your seat belts," Raven offered.

The men sat back reluctantly and Raven began the ninety-minute tour by heading
toward Gorki Street and Red Square.

Five minutes into it, one of the men leaned forward again and tapped her on
the shoulder. He said, "Just take the sweater off, or, better yet, drive
somewhere so you can take everything off and make some real money."

Shocked by what she had just heard, Raven pulled against the curb and stopped
the van. She twisted in the seat so she could face them. They unnerved her
with their leering eyes.

"We're talking about banging you," one of the men said. "You know what a hard
cock is, don't you?"

The other one said," I bet that cunt of yours is grade A."

Raven felt angry and embarrassed. "I think you both better get out."

The men snickered. "Come on, you're a beautiful girl. Driving this fucking
little van can't be how you make a living."

In a firmer voice Raven said," Get out now, or I'll get a policeman."

Muttering obscenities, the men got out. "You're making a big mistake, you
slut," one of the men told her. "A very big mistake."

Raven went home early. The apartment building where she lived catered to
young, single women and she knew most of them. She knew that Katya, a 22- year
old nurse, would be home. Raven and Katya liked one another, had slept
together, but they weren't steady lovers. Katya dated a doctor and Raven dated
men also. Raven's current beau was a fledgling actor the same as she.

Katya answered the door, her blond hair dripping wet and her lissome 5'9" body
wrapped in a large white wet towel that clung to her curves. She had a pretty
face with pretty blue eyes. Raven entered the apartment and removed her parka.
While Katya dried her hair, Raven boiled water for green herb tea.

Katya pranced into the tiny kitchen nude and stood behind Raven who breathed
in Katya's aromatic shampoo and blossomy soap scent. Raven felt Katya's pointy
breasts brush against her hair. Raven tilted her head so Katya could kiss her
pouting lips.

Katya could tell that Raven was upset. "Tell me all about it, honey," Katya
cooed. She began kneading Raven's tensed neck muscles with her slender
fingers.

Raven told Katya about the two men in the van and Katya laughed and reassured
Raven that they were scum and all bluff.

"What can they do, honey?" Katya asked. "Nothing," she said, answering
herself.

When Raven sulked, Katya said, "I see you need more than words to help you
unwind. Lift your sexy arms."

Raven lifted her strong, sculptured arms over her head and Katya pulled off
the sweater. Katya licked her lips as she gazed at Raven's stunning breasts.

"You have titties any woman would kill for," Katya said. She leaned over and
suckled a puckered nipple. Raven's nipple seemed to explode in Katya's mouth.
"Yummy girl," Katya said softly.

Raven shuddered at the feel of Katya's soft lips tugging on her nipple. She
closed her eyes and began to relax. Raven felt herself melting like butter as
Katya sucked away, fist on one nipple and then the other.

"You're so sexy," she heard Katya whisper.

Katya took Raven's hands and drew her gently from the chair. They kissed again
and hurried into the bedroom where Raven plopped onto the bed. Katya pulled
off Raven's boots and dragged her trousers clear of her long trim legs.

"Your toes are cold," Katya said. She kissed all ten of them tenderly one at a
time, licking warmth into them. .

Raven felt heat burn through her ankles into her limbs. Her pussy ached with
passion.

"Open wide," Katya cooed and Raven spread her creamy thighs.

Katya put her fingers on Raven's slit. "Oh yes,' Katya purred. "Such a juicy
snatch." Raven shaved her pussy lips but had a nice dark bush at the top.
Katya tugged on a strand of silky pubic hair and Raven whimpered sweetly.

Katya smiled naughtily and began licking Raven's quivering pussy. Raven clawed
at the sheets. Katya caught Raven's clit with her sharp teeth and nipped
making Raven yelp. Katya's tongue probed deeper causing Raven to writhe and
moan. As Katya kept doing delicious things to her with her tongue and then
with her fingers Raven shuddered, got wet, and climaxed.

Raven sat up and threw her head back. Her long hair flowed like black velvet
over her broad bare shoulders.

Katya cupped Raven's pubis and gave it a squeeze. "Feel better," Katya asked.

"Oh yes," Raven sighed. She rubbed her thighs slippery with her own cum. "I'll
do the same for you when you're feeling low," Raven promised.

The girls kissed passionately. Raven liked holding Katya in her arms. At
times, when neither had dates with men, they would buy a bottle of wine, put
on romantic records, dance for hours, and then make love.

Raven took a quick shower. As she dressed, Katya said to her, "My boyfriend
suspects that there's something going on with us. If he only knew. When I see
him tonight I'll be sure not to tell him anything."

Raven went to her room, changed into gray sweats, donned her yellow parka sans
the nametag, and, lugging her strapped black gym bag, headed cross- town on
foot in the snow. This long walk and then a good workout would finish the job
of getting rid of the memory of that insulting experience with those two men.
She wasn't a slut. She became furious with herself for letting them get away
with calling her that.

Raven plunged into a heavy workout. She did reps on the bench, maxing out at
240, her most ever. Every few minutes she went to the 80-pound canvas bag to
kick it and punch it as hard as she could. She squatted 400 pounds and curled
40-pound dumbbells. The snow continued to fall and darkness came. She did 20
chin-ups, five more than her previous high. Raven was running on emotion. She
stayed longer than usual that day until only she and the gym owner remained.

The owner, a well built, graying man, said," Let's go home, Maleata, okay?

"Okay. A shower first?" Raven couldn't stand not feeling clean. "Please oh
please." Raven imitated the voice of a little girl.

"Yes, all right, but hurry."

The gym was primitive but the owner had installed a shower for men and a
shower for women. Aching from her strenuous workout, Raven went into the
closet-sized woman's locker room, stripped, and stood under the streams of
water that changed back and forth from luke warm to icy cold.

Shivering, but feeling clean and invigorated, Raven stepped from the stall and
saw, to her consternation, the hulking form of a large man standing in the
shadowy doorway. She thought of covering herself with her hands but quickly
gave up on that attempt at modesty. He wasn't a peeping tom; he was far more
menacing.

The man had a rough looking square face and big meaty fists. He must have
weighed 300 pounds. He wore dark khaki trousers, boots, and a tight leather
coat that showed off his bulging biceps. Because he was a man with big biceps
didn't intimidate Raven. She was glad being a girl and satisfied with 14-inch
arms.

"You should have been nicer to those two men this afternoon," the man spoke in
Russian with a coarse voice. His eyes feasted on her well-muscled torso and
chiseled limbs as he lumbered toward her. "Women should know their place. I'll
have to break something so you don't forget."

Raven's heart began thumping wildly. She gripped the iron bar that held the
shower curtain, lifted herself enough to give her legs leverage, and thrust
forward using her feet as clubs. The heels of both her feet caught the big man
in the face knocking him off balance and backwards. Raven's breasts were firm
but they jiggled a bit as she pounced on him and tried to knock him off his
feet and down onto the concrete floor with a forearm to his jaw. He was very
strong and though dazed he stayed upright. Raven realized she was in for a
battle.

Raven managed to get a grip on an arm and then hook a leg behind one of his so
that she could swing him into the concrete wall. His back striking the hard
wall knocked more wind out of him but he remained on his feet.

Raven lost some of her grip. He broke loose and swung with the huge freed arm.
Raven brought a forearm up to block the punch but it had so much power that it
knocked her back. The man shook his head furiously to clear the cobwebs. Raven
pushed her long hair out of her eyes, lowered a shoulder and plowed into him
sending him crashing into the solid wall again. He listed slightly forward
giving Raven room to wriggle behind him and hook an arm around his thick neck.
Raven strained with all her strength to put pressure on his windpipe. He tried
prying her arm loose from his neck but her hold was too secure.

Next, he lunged backwards slamming her into the wall. His broad back crushed
her breasts and Raven feared they would pop like balloons. Raven wouldn't let
go. The big man made a gagging noise as Raven squeezed his windpipe tighter.

His body went limp and Raven released the hold, fearful that she might kill
him. She pushed him forward to give herself room to punch and struck him hard
two times in the kidneys. The leather coat absorbed some of the force of the
blows but his body wasn't harder than the 80 bag she practiced on. Raven knew
she hurt him. She spun around to the front of him, cupped the back of his
skull with her hands, and jerked his face down as she brought her right knee
up and into his forehead. He crumbled into a heap at her lovely bare feet.

Raven bent forward, put her hands on her knees to steady her heaving body, and
took several deep breaths. A miserable pain shot through her shoulder blades.
Her right knee was sore and bruised. Her breasts hurt miserably. As bad as she
felt, he must feel worse. Raven couldn't believe that anyone could be this
tough to take the beating she gave him.

Worried that something terrible had happened to the gym owner Raven hurried
into the gym. Once through the door Raven stopped in her tracks as if she had
run into a wall. . The only person she saw was another leather coated stranger
almost as big but just as foreboding as the brute she had just knocked out. He
stood by the front door near the little table usually occupied by the owner of
the gym.

For a moment the man in the leather coat, seeing Raven, and not his big
partner, seemed confused. How could she possibly be standing there? He eyed
her up and down, consumed her naked female flesh with his cruel ravenous eyes,
than rushed at her. Raven had no element of surprise this time but she had her
quickness.

Before he could grab her or punch her, she slipped enough to the side to loop
an arm and get him down with a hip throw. Just as he scrambled to his knees
she tried a spinning back kick and caught him just below his chin with her
heel. Raven stood over him hands on shapely hips. The poor thing was in agony.
He made a gagging sound and clutched his smashed throat with both hands. Raven
decided to leave him like that and search for the gym owner. She found him
sprawled on the floor between the table and a chair, duct tape from his tool
box covering his mouth and binding his wrists and ankles.

He gazed at Raven, scared and puzzled. His eyes swept over her luscious body
before settling on the man on his knees several feet away.

Raven squatted before him and yanked the tape off his mouth first so he could
breath. As she struggled to loosen his wrists she kept glancing over her
shoulder in the direction of the woman's locker room where one man knelt
before the door and one man lay unconscious behind it. They might get up and
that possibility made them very dangerous.

All of a sudden, as Raven's eyes darted back and forth, she saw both of her
big foes standing, one in front of the other. Raven sprang to her feet without
being able to free the gym owner. Wasting no time Raven swaggered toward the
nearest man. He looked wobbly but he managed to lift his big fists and stagger
toward her.

Raven's lips curled. "You're not very smart little boys," Raven snarled.
"First you pick a fight with a girl who kicked your asses and now you both get
up so she can do it again."

Raven hit the closest man on the jaw with a short uppercut. Raven hit hard. He
went down like a sack of dirty laundry.

Before he hit the floor Raven already was charging toward the second man who
tried to find her with unfocused eyes. Obviously he hadn't totally regained
his senses from the first beating she gave him. Seeing what he had in his
right hand, a nasty little cowhide blackjack with lead on the striking end,
caused Raven to pause. Something like that could easily crack her bones. Being
a man and being almost twice her weight wasn't enough advantage, he needed a
weapon.

"You devil," Raven sneered.

Once through the door Raven angled to the side and bent and raised her right
leg parallel to the floor. In a fluid motion she lashed out with a vicious
sidekick that struck the man in the stomach. The kick drove him back a step.

Raven faced him square and smashed him twice in the chest with right left
punches. She raised her attack to his face with another right left combination
that sent the back of his head slamming into the hard concrete block wall of
the tiny shower. His eyes rolled in their sockets. His arms were lax at his
sides. Raven got hold of his weakest link, his little finger, and bent it
almost to a right angle.

"Drop the blackjack."

She could see the pain fill his already blurry eyes. "Drop it now." Her voice
echoed off the walls.

The black jack slipped from his hand. For good measure Raven kneed him in the
groin and he doubled over. Raven crowded in closer, put her hands flat on his
big traps, and pushed him down.

She paused to take a few deep breaths. Her lungs seemed to be exploding.
Feeling revived she picked up the blackjack, tossed it into her gym bag, and
returned to the man on the floor in the other room. She prodded him roughly to
alertness with her bare foot.

"On your hands and knees." After he managed to lift himself, she ordered, "In
there with your buddy and don't you dare try to stand."

He obeyed her and crawled meekly into the shower.

"Stay right here, both of you. Understand? I get very angry when men don't do
what I say." Raven glared at them. "Well."

One man uttered, "Yes." The other, to beaten up to speak, feebly nodded his
head.

In the gym Raven checked herself out in a mirror. Her eyes looked wild. The
grapefruit shaped titties that Katya loved were splotched with blue bruise
marks but were otherwise undamaged. Her biceps looked rock hard and ready to
burst from the skin. Over all, Raven liked what she saw but there was no time
for posing. She untied the gym owner.

"What is happening?" he asked.

"I'll tell you later," Raven answered.

In a moment, still naked, legs spread, hands on hips, Raven stood over her two
conquered foes. She saw four frightened eyes level on her pussy, move to her
jutting pink nipples, and leap to her piercing brown eyes.

The gym owner cautiously moved in behind her. "I can't believe you can fight
like that."

Raven held a hand up as a gesture for him to keep quiet.

"Who put you creeps onto me?" Raven demanded.

She smoothed her hands over her rounded and solid glutes. When she let him,
her boyfriend liked to kiss her there. He was such a slave to her body. He
worshipped her and did anything she told him to do for the chance to taste
her.

"The two men from the hotel," one of the men on the shower room floor
muttered.

"That's not what I mean," Raven said.

He lowered his chin meekly and now his eyes caressed Raven's pretty toes.
Raven reached down and grabbed a hank of his hair jerking his face upright.

"On your feet."

With raven pulling on his hair he stood. Raven pressed her nose almost against
his and glared into his eyes. "Answer. Who sent you after me?"

"Mr. Zorsky." The man whined.

The gym owner, standing in the doorway, made a gasping sound.

Raven looked at him. "Who is Mr.Zorsky?"

The gym owner said," Russian mafia."

"Oh shit," Raven muttered. She roughly pushed the big man back down so that he
once more sprawled helplessly at her feet. She raised her arms and pulled on
her long black hair. "Oh shit," she muttered again. She thought that she must
flee.

Raven got the phone number from one of the hoods on the shower room floor and
phoned Mr. Zorsky. She climbed into clean clothes from her gym bag, jeans and
a black turtle neck sweater, and her boots. Again fought off that urge to
flee. She might as well face him now she reasoned, so she waited by the front
door staring moodily at the snow and munching pumpkin seeds. In its white
cover the street looked serene. Raven felt just the opposite. Her nerves
raged.

In time a big black sedan with chains on the back tires stopped in front of
the building. The sedan parked in front of the car the two muscle men had
arrived in. A short burly man with a round ruddy face entered the gym. He wore
an expensive cashmere overcoat and an expensive looking brown fur cap.

In Russian he asked, "What happened here?" He had a voice as rough as gravel.

Raven wrung her hands together. Peering through the open doorway she spotted a
large

man lurking by the sedan. Her spirits sagged. She wasn't in the mood for any
more fighting. At that moment the only man she wanted to have contact with was
her boyfriend, a man who knew how to be docile with women.

"I had to defend myself," Raven said, finally.

"And then what?" the burly man barked.

"They're both in the shower room." Raven decided to add, "I tried not to hurt
them too much."

The burly man glanced at the gym owner who stood behind Raven. "Who is he?"

Raven said," He owns this gym."

Mr.Zorsky surprised Raven by smiling. Even his smile came across as sinister.
"So you took care of my two toughest employees all by yourself, is that it?"

Raven answered, "Yes," in a firm assertive voice. .

Mr.Zorsky grunted, "Dobre," which means "good" in Russian "I like anyone who
is tough." He threw his hands up in the air. "And you are not only tough but
very very beautiful. How would you like to quit your job with the hotel and
drive for me?"

Raven smiled. "No thank you."

"Afraid of breaking the law?"

Raven said, "Yes."

He nodded his head. "Think about it. Anytime you're ready, contact me."

"All right."

Mr. Zorksy looked at the gym owner. "You, go get my, two, how shall I say it,
leg breakers."

The gym owner hurried into the locker room. Mr.Zorsky looked again,
admiringly, at Raven.

"Those men from America are here in Moscow to do business with me."

"They propositioned me. That's why I told them to get out of the van. Then
they called me a slut."

Mr. Zorsky shook his head gravely. "You're no slut." He smiled. "What you are
is what I already told you, a beautiful and exciting young female. And I
apologize for interfering. Those men will be out of that hotel before you
report for work tomorrow. I would hate to have you put them in a hospital
before we complete our deal."

The gym owner popped his head through the doorway.

"They're afraid to move unless she tells them it's okay."

"What a rare woman you are," Mr.Zorsky acknowledged.

Raven strode into the shower room and gave the order. The two big men were so
afraid of her that they kept their heads bowed. Raven watched Mr.Zorksy and
his two battered leg breakers troop from the gym. Mr.Zorsky and his chauffeur
climbed into the sedan, the leg breakers climbed into the car behind, and with
chained tires churning, and they drove away.

"Now, Maleata, will you please tell me what this was all about," the gym owner
beseeched.

"Some other time," Raven said, donning her coat. .

Sore all over, Raven plodded home in near ten inch deep snow, feeling ecstatic
and a bit overwhelmed by all that had happened to her this day. Ahead she saw
a light burning in Katya's window. It would be perfect if Katya had broken her
date with her boyfriend. Raven hurried to find out. Raven needed Katya
tonight. There are times when a man is fine and times when a woman needs the
special company of another woman.

END