Take that!!!
By Jack
A beautiful woman beats the stuffing out of two guys who have it coming.


"Wow," mumbled Jill, looking around the dark, car-lined parking garage. "This
place is an assault waiting to happen. Look at all the hiding spaces."

"I know what you mean," said Erin, Jill's new co-worker. "I heard that some
woman got killed down here a year ago. They never even caught him. I always
try to get someone to walk with me when I go into one of these parking
garages."

Jill nodded. "That's smart." She looked at Erin: petite, cute ... at 5'1" and
100 lbs., she'd be a prime target for someone like that. Jill was bigger, 5'6"
and packing some muscle. With long brown hair, piercing brown eyes, and some
sculpted arm muscles she loved to show off sleevelessly, Jill was sexy and
brainy in perfect combination.

"I love how you go barefoot!" laughed Erin. "It's so cool!"

Jill smiled. "What can I say. Shoes are the anti-Christ. Bare feet are one of
God's great inventions. He just invented shoes and socks and stupid people
telling us to wear them so we wouldn't take it for granted."

Erin busted out laughing. "Oh, you're great! I can see why Mr. Jones says
you're the best office supervisor he's ever seen! But he doesn't have a
problem with you being barefooted while running his high- powered legal
office?"

Jill smiled. "The customers love me. I'm a regular person, and I get them to
trust me. He's said himself that half his clients are there because they trust
me, not him. Especially the women and children." A flash of anger crossed her
face. "I couldn't believe the story of that woman today. I swear, if any of my
friends were in a relationship like that, I'd have gotten them out. And the
guy would be in the hospital, too scared to ever touch her again."

Erin was angry, too, but scared. "That guy was a Marine. I can't blame her,
I'd be too terrified to leave." She shook her head, then brought back her
natural cheerful spirit. "You are really cool, you know that? I wish I'd known
you all my life."

Jill shrugged, but then told Erin the truth. She wasn't always like this. Up
until about six months ago, Jill had been painfully shy because of her brains
and weight. Who'd want an overweight dork, she always said. She dressed in
heavy, layered, body-hiding clothes, and never dared look at a cute guy. Then,
one day, she was in a bank, which got held up three masked men. Their mistake
was that only one had a shotgun. Unfortunately for them, one of the customers
in the bank was a drop-dead looker named Hollis Johansen, who was also a
nine-time martial arts female world champion (she won her first one at
fourteen), and widely regarded as possibly the finest fighter (male or female)
on the planet. The robber with the gun went up to hit on her (you guessed it,
she was barefooted), and the second he was in reach of her, that gun was
stripped from him in a second flat. The whole room, robbers included, were in
awe. But for the next ten minutes, the whole room was enthralled with the
exception of the robbers, who were in absolute mortal terror. Because slowly,
humiliatingly, painfully, and methodically, this barefooted angel of justice
took each one of them apart with a combination of nine different martial arts
styles, boxing, and straight up, old-fashioned street fighting. At the end,
she pulled off the attackers masks; their faces were unrecognizably beaten,
and all three men were crying, begging, and bleeding. Needless to say, she
received a standing ovation. Jill told the woman how awesome that was, and
Hollis had convinced her to come to one of her women's self-defense courses.

Jill smiled. "It's great," she said, "because she doesn't teach you out of
fear or to hate men, but to empower yourself."

Erin was in awe. "So have you ever been in a fight."

Jill nodded. "Two."

Erin was hanging on her every word. "And?"

Jill shrugged. "What can I say? They didn't know how to fight, and I did. And
I can promise you, they'll never even dream of hitting another woman again."

Erin was in awe. For once in her life, she was totally speechless.

"So like I was saying," Jill continued, "it's really empowering. I have lost
fifteen pounds, I got this job ... "

Erin shook her head. "You're amazing. I would give anything to be more like
you"

Jill nodded. "Well, step 1 is easy. I resisted it, but Hollis made me do it,
and I couldn't be happier that she did."

"Well?! What is it?"

Jill glanced down. "You know, more than six months ago, I couldn't stand being
without shoes and socks. I had the dorkiest white feet, and I made sure nobody
ever saw them."

Erin screwed up her face. "No way!"

"Erin, take those shoes off and free your feet. Come on, there is no way you
can enjoy wearing high heels and nylons."

Erin smiled. "You know what! You're right." She reached down and stripped off
her shoes and nylons and let her bare soles take in the cold pavement. "You're
right. It's great."

Then Jill glanced up. Her instincts were telling her something. "Hang on.
Let's go back."

"What, why?"

"Just trust me!" Jill turned and Erin followed automatically. Before Erin
could answer anymore questions, a 6'0", 200-lb. man with piercing blue eyes
stepped out from behind a minivan to block their path.

"Where you going, girls?" He smiled, knife in hand. He didn't look like he'd
brushed recently.

The two women turned. There was another punk, skinny, named Arnie. Not as much
of an issue, reasoned Jill. If she could take out the bigger guy, she could
have fun slapping around the runt. "Give me your shoes."

Erin was scared and confused, but handed over her high heels immediately. Jill
took a look at them. "Maybe these things do have a use." Seeing Erin looked
terrified, Jill smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, the two of us are going to
be fine." She turned and faced Blue Eyes, one shoe in each hand.

Both of the attackers laughed. "Yeah, they'll be fine!" Arnie laughed. "We'll
take real good care of 'em! Won't we, Jake?"

"Sure," Jake grinned lustily. "We haven't found prizes like this in a long
time. I can't even decided which one I want for myself."

Jill felt repulsed just breathing the same air as these retrogrades. She
didn't even want to touch them, but she placated herself with the knowledge
that a) they wouldn't be doing this to anyone else for a long while once she
was done with them, and b) the way she would be touching them was going to
hurt them a lot more than it would her. She just held the shoes out, loose,
combative, and ready.

"Looks like tuffgrrl has chosen you for herself." Arnie kept giggling, which
was good for him, because he would not giggle again for along time after this.

Jake came closer, knife ready. "Now just put down those killer SHOES""" He
couldn't finish the sentence because of his laughter, and he made his first
mistake: his knife hand came within range of Jill's reach. (Actually, his
first mistake was messing with a woman who could fight, but let's not split
hairs.)

SMACK! Jill's left arm shot out, ramming the spike of the shoe into Jake's
knife hand. Almost simultaneously, her right bare foot kicked Jake in the
kneecap. The result, Jake cried out in pain, the knife dropped, and Jake
staggered, bending over to console his hurt knee. Bad move.

UPPERCUT!!! A devastating right fist drove upward into Jake's descending face.
SNAP!!! The punch sent Jake back up to a standing position, but he was too
disoriented to do anything. Jill took the opportunity with lightning quick
RAT-A-TAT fists into his eyes, nose, and mouth. He was still up, but more
because he was beaten too senseless to fall. Jill decided to do the job
herself. She tensed up down to her toes, and then let her right leg spin her
back and around. By the time Jake had gotten an iota of his senses back, all
he saw was a big, strong bare female foot coming straight for his face. Jill
relished the contact of her spin kick, as it almost felt like his face
collapsed under the impact. Jake screamed in pain and terror as his body went
hurtling through the air and into the side of a minivan.

"Holy shit!" cried the scrawny one. Every time they'd attacked a girl before,
she would whimper and cry and beg. Even the feisty ones were soon slapped
silly by Jake and his fists. Now it looked like the opposite might happen.
Arnie was a man without a brave bone in his body. A second after Jake hit the
ground, Arnie turned and ran.

"WHOOOOPS!!!" was the yell as Erin's extended foot tripped Arnie straight into
the ground.

Jill looked back and grinned at her new friend's handiwork. She'd have to
finish with Jake real quick so as to give Arnie what he had coming. Jake was
starting to pick himself back up, so Jill just helped him with the job. Then a
punch to the gut doubled him back over. The next punch stood him straight back
up. Jake's head slammed against the back of a van. Jill flexed her hands and
then proceeded to show off the practice she had done on the speedbag, using
Jake's face as a punching bag. When she stopped, he was bawling like a baby.

"Oh, God, please! I've had enough! Don't beat the shit out of me any more, I'm
begging you!!!!!" Jake spat out blood, tears, and a few teeth.

"Awww," mocked Jill, "is the big scary man not able to handle some little
female fists?" She gave him a few light punches just for his sampling
pleasure. Of course, Jill's light punches felt like pain incarnate for that
worthless male shithead.

"Nooooo!" he begged. "You're too much for me! I promise I'll never harass
another woman again! Just leave me alone!!!!" And he burst into uncontrollable
tears. Erin couldn't help laughing and cheering.

"Well," Jill smiled, "I guess you've learned your lesson. I think you need to
just lie down..." Jake smiled, grateful, then he let out an:
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!!!" as Jill's oil-stained, horribly dirty right bare foot
slammed mercilessly into his groin. "Why don't you just lay there and bleed
for awhile? Then maybe I'll come back and beat you unconscious again!" Jill
taunted him, pulling back that fist of terror for a final strike. The pain and
fear were too much, and Jake lost control of his bladder, then passed out,
right then and there.

Arnie managed to throw Erin off of him, pick himself up, and turn to run. He'd
just seen the toughest guy he knew get ass-whooped so thoroughly and
completely, that he knew his only chance was to run like""AAAH!

Jill's bare foot thudded into that scrawny little punk's back. He hadn't even
heard her barefooted silent run, which was followed by a perfect flying kick.
His body skidded along the ground, giving him a few bumps and bruises, but
nothing compared to what was about to come. He tried to just stay down and
play out cold, but Jill was having none of it.

"You were about to assault to helpless women, you little shit. Now you're
gonna feel what it's like to be helpless." Jill grabbed his crotch with her
perfectly manicured hand. "OOOOOHHHH!" Arnie didn't have any choice as Jill
lifted him up to standing. "Now, get ready," she said grimly, "because I'm
gonna kick your ass so hard, you're gonna be wearing it as a hat!" Jill
started the punishment by pulling her fist back nice and slow so Arnie would
know exactly what was coming. Erin giggled gleefully at the anticipation of
seeing this creep get totally demolished by a strong woman.

RAP! RAP! RAP! RAP!!! Her fists alternated in busting up his face. After these
four hits, his lip was already bloody and headed toward swelling. He held up
his hands begging for mercy, but Jill would have none. "Sorry, loser," she
told him, "I'm gonna beat you to a bloody pulp. And there's not a thing you
can do about it. But one thing's for sure ... you'll be too scared to harass
another woman again!"

Her fists started their piston-like action on his belly. Pretty soon, Arnie
was doubled over, so Jill had to stand him back up with a punch to the face.
That stood him up all right, and then a dirty, calloused foot thudded straight
into his gut. Arnie bent in two, and then plopped to the ground in the fetal
position. He just crouched and prayed that this angel of justice would see he
wasn't worth the effort. SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! Those gorgeous bare
feet began kicking his face left and right. "No, pleeeease!!!" begged Arnie,
to Erin and Jill's delight. "What's wrong?" Jill's smirk belied both
self-pride and amusement at her ease at demolishing these cowardly perverts.
"Most men dream about touching my feet. I guess you're gonna have nightmares,
though. SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! "I'll do anything!" "Keep crying like a baby.
You deserve it." Jill knew that the only way men like this would stop
harassing women was if they were literally scarred for life by the beating of
a thoroughly superior woman. Jill had seen too many men in her time that
thought they could push women around because of their strength. And she
remembered what Hollis had always told her classes: when you fight, give the
person exactly the beating they deserve. Never hurt anyone who doesn't have it
coming (and there are ways to subdue without pain), but never let anyone off
the hook who does have it coming. It should be commonly accepted that any man
who attacks a woman is going to get the shit kicked out of him. And that's
just what Jill did.

When the police showed up, they found two sexy classy ladies in bare feet
standing over two thoroughly pulped male losers who instantly confessed an
assortment of assaults over the past few months. Jail time and Miranda rights
meant nothing to them ... all these two wanted was to be saved from any more
barefoot justice. The cops smiled and thanked Jill for her great work.

"So," asked Jill. "would you like to come to a self-defense class?" Erin
laughed. "Are you kidding? I can't wait!" "Good," smiled Jill. "Wanna go get
some margaritas and chill? I'm kinda worked up." A wicked grin crossed Erin's
face. "I've got a better idea. Would you like to go visit a certain Marine?
Jill smiled. "Absolutely". She didn't know which would be better: beating that
wife-beater into unconsciousness or telling his terrorized wife all about it.
"Let's go."