Skilled Soles
By Jack
A female art gallery owner beats up two bullies with her always bare feet!


Kristin glanced up at the sign: "BAREFOOT ART GALLERY" Well, I've got to try
this place, she thought to herself. So, she parked her sports car, opened her
door, and slipped a pair of stylish flip-flops onto her bare feet. A tiny
wince crossed Kristin's face. The simple fact was that her feet hated having
any kind of shoe on them.

As she walked down the street to the front of the gallery, she smiled as some
traffic literally did stop to look at her. The former model was simply one of
the most beautiful women on the planet, and she'd gotten used to this. Of
course, she had personally thrown herself out of the modeling business by
beating the living shit out of the industry's most powerful producer three
months ago, as well as his two bodyguards and photographer. In addition to
being one of the world's most perfect-looking women, she also happened to be
one of the most perfect female fighters (and her over- 150 IQ made her a
pretty smart cookie, to boot). She'd invested her money brilliantly, so she
let her sense of justice take over when she found out about this slimeball's
ongoing habit of raping up-and-coming starlets. Her testimony had helped put
him into jail for rape, but she had to admit that that wasn't quite as
satisfying as when her fists and feet had put him and his assistants into the
hospital for weeks. But now, she was out of a job and roaming the country,
looking for what to do next with her life.

A cute woman in her early 20's with a snappily hip business suit padded up to
Kristin as she entered the Barefoot Gallery. "Hi, welcome to the Barefoot
Gallery," she smiled welcomingly, "I'm Trish Johnson, the manager. I'm so glad
you came!"

Kristin glanced down and smiled. "I see we share the same taste in shoes!" The
two barefoot women laughed, as Kristin held her pair of flip- flops in her
hand.

"You know," Trish laughed, "this place has been open for six months and you
are the first customer to take me up on going barefoot. I'm glad there's
someone else who believes that shoes are Satan!"

Kristin hadn't laughed in a while, but she was quickly warming to this new
trend. "I never put it that way, but it was definitely the name of the place
which drew me in."

Trish nodded. "There are three basic needs in life for me. Art, business, and
going barefoot as much as possible." The two women started to wander through
the gallery. "Oh, and wine. And sex with guys who look like Brad Pitt. That
last one was probably too much information."

Kristin shook her head. "No the last two are definitely nice, but going
barefoot as much as possible and doing good in the world would have to be my
top two."

Trish nodded. "Good choices."

Three hours later, the two barefoot babes padded with dirty soles into a local
bar. Kristin was impressed. Her new friend displayed taste, elegance,
intelligence, wit, and a true barefooted spirit. The art gallery which she ran
was hip, trendy, and stylish. The final noticeable aspect about Trish was that
she was man-crazy bordering on nymphish.

"Look around," Trish grinned as they took a table. "Every guy in this place is
staring at both of us."

Kristin glanced. It was true, but not much of a surprise. Kristin was more
than used to it, and this Trish was quite a little dish herself. "Have you got
a boyfriend?" Trish asked.

Kristin shook her head. "I'm an ex-model, I've got a 150 IQ, I'm independently
wealthy, and I have impeccable taste. Unfortunately, most men seem to find me
intimidating."

Trish grinned. "Yeah, I can believe it. Me, I have too much fun to get tied
down yet."

Their drinks arrived, and Trish verified her last sentence by enjoying a sip
of a Margarita. "Anyhow, I've got pretty high standards for any guy I'm
actually going to marry."

Kristin started into her drink, as well. "Well, be careful with too much, it
can get you into trouble." She couldn't help noticing that some of the guys
ogling the two of them didn't look like the classiest guys on the planet.

Trish laughed. "Well, don't worry, I can take care of myself." She brought her
right foot up and flexed the sole for Kristin to see. "My feet are pretty
interesting. For a nice guy, they can give him some pretty incredible
pleasure. But for a bad guy ... " Trish gave a self-satisfied, slightly evil
grin. " ... they can mean a whole lot of pain."

Kristin was now a bit interested. "What do you mean?"

"There's one other thing that's very important to me which I forgot to
mention," Trish confided. "I believe every woman should not only know how to
defend herself, but should actually make it her duty to teach lessons when
necessary."

Kristin shook her head. "I don't know what you mean."

Trish was enjoying a few memories in her head. "I'm a black belt in karate,
and while I'd only use it when I have to ... well, let's just say that if
you've never beaten a serial rapist into a bloody pulp, then you're just
letting the best in life pass you by."

At that moment, fate delivered an opportunity for Trish to show what she was
talking about. Two guys were hovering over her shoulder, both big, loud, and
drunk. "Hey, baby," said the first one, "wanna have some fun. You and your
friend are about the best-looking things in here."

Trish grinned wryly, "Yeah, well you two sure don't give us much competition."

The first guy's jaw dropped open. "Why, you little bitch!"

Trish cocked her head to the side, hoping these guys would ask for it, but
knowing she had to wait until they did. "That's some mouth you've got there,
honey. Do lines like that usually work on women?"

The second guy laughed. "She's making you look like a fool, Zeke? You gonna
take that?"

Trish shook her head and turned to the second guy. "Wow. I thought Zeke here
was the least appealing guy in here, but I guess that's you now." Now it was
the second guy's turn to stand open-mouthed while Zeke laughed.

Kristin sat primed in here seat ready for action, not knowing if Trish could
deal single-handedly with the trouble she was courting. Out of the corner of
her eye, she saw a bulky bouncer coming this way, which caused her to relax.
But when the bouncer saw Trish, he simply smiled, and said: "Just don't mess
up the place."

Trish grinned, waving at the bouncer. "All right boys, why not go back to your
seats and just leave me and my friend alone." She really hoped they wouldn't,
but then beating up assholes wouldn't be any fun if they weren't really asking
for it!

Over at their seats, a bunch of guys were laughing at their two friends
striking out. Kristin noticed that they looked dumb and full of testosterone.
Trish, however, was just focused on the two in front of her.

It was then that Zeke did just what Trish had been waiting for: he crossed the
line. He grabbed hold of her and pushed himself right up in her face. "Now you
listen to me ... you and your dyke are coming with me one way or another, and
we gonna have a whole bunch of fun." He smiled. This usually resulted in a
fight where he'd beat up the girl's boyfriend or the bouncers, but Zeke wasn't
really a plan for the future guy. He just saw what he wanted and took it. His
friend was smiling. Zeke was the man!

Trish reached her hand delicately into Zeke's pants. "Why don't we just have
some fun right now?" But then Zeke's eyes turned from delight to sheer pain as
Trish squeezed her hand tight.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Before Zeke's buddy could register what was happening, a well- manicured bare
female foot with a blackened dirty calloused sole slammed into his solar
plexus. As he doubled up is pain, two more kicks from the same bare foot
slammed into his face. He reared back, bawling in pain and covering his nose
as blood spurted everywhere. Trish's grin was plastered straight across her
face. Using that same foot, she drove a kick straight into that guy's groin
area. He fell to his knees, crying uncontrollably. He looked up at Trish, a
pleading look in his eyes. All he got in return was that cocksure glint that
registered pride in how skillfully she was taking him to pieces, along with
amusement that it was so darned easy.

"Say goodnight, dickhead!" she quipped, wriggling her toes. One last kick from
that same foot shot straight into her victim's head. His eyes rolled back in
his head, and he was unconscious before his body hit the ground.

Suddenly, her hand released, and Zeke fell to the ground in pain. By now, the
whole bar was staring. Those bouncers were giggling to themselves, as if this
were a semi-regular show which they were used to. Everyone else in the bar
looked quite happy to see Zeke and friend getting their asses handed to them.
Only Zeke's friends didn't look like they were taking this well.

"Well, Zeke," clucked Trish, "are you gonna be smart or are you gonna be
dumb?" Trish had been very careful not to squeeze too hard. She wanted to make
sure that her fun wouldn't end too quickly. As if to invite him further, she
turned around and padded back toward her chair. Little did Zeke realize that
she could see him in a mirror on the far side of the bar. Sure enough, that
male ego couldn't comprehend that a totally gorgeous woman could beat him up,
so he grabbed a chair and charged.

SWOOSH! Trish spun on the padded ball of her right foot, while that left foot
smashed the chair to pieces with a devastating kick. Zeke just stood there,
dumfounded. Trish turned to her bouncer friend and shrugged. "OK, but that's
the only thing I'm going to break!" The bouncer just pointed back at Zeke.
Trish had only a second to duck as Zeke's fist sailed over her head. Three
more swings came, but they came nowhere near touching the adorable Trish.

"Here's how you do it," she teased, and sent three little love taps to bust up
his face.

As Zeke's buddies hopped up from their seats, a row of bouncers suddenly
appeared in their way. "He asked for it, boys. So keep it fair."

Another bouncer mumbled, "There ain't anything fair about it!"

Bleeding and frustrated, Zeke whipped out a knife, brandishing it wildly.
"I'll kill you, bitch!"

Trish just smiled. "Ah, you're about to finish stage two." A few slices of the
knife came her way, but she avoided them with ease. "You see, a trained
barefooted woman will not only win a fight with almost any man, she can
usually do it without breaking a sweat or getting a mark on her." Two more
swipes were nowhere near her. "Usually, the fight breaks down in to three
stages." Another ease dodge of the knife. "First is disbelief/laughter as the
macho asshole can't believe some woman isn't afraid of fighting him." Another
desperately unsuccessful swipe. "Then comes anger and frustration as he can't
believe that he's getting one- sidedly beaten to snot by a girl. There's
usually a little arousal here to, because, hey, every guy gets aroused around
me." The last two desperate knife swipes of the night. "And finally comes fear
and begging, when every ounce of pride leaves the man, if only to stop the
worst beating of his life."

And then it happened. Full-blooded fear filled Zeke's eyes, and he knew that
he was about to get what she promised. Then he realized, she'd used his
distraction to grab his knife arm and was twisting it painfully. The knife
clattered harmlessly to the ground. Trish's toes wrapped themselves nimbly
around the handle and sent it sliding out of the way. And with one final grin
she uttered the words that would bring on the single worst five minutes of
Zeke's life: "And here it comes."

BLAM! BLAM!! BLAM!!!!! Trish's fists pounded into Zeke with terrifying speed
and power. She paused a moment just to hear a half- hearted "no, no, please!"
before starting up the fist machine again. Rat-a- tat-tat-tat! Six or seven
punches, so fast they could hardly be seen, and so loud they could not help
but be heard. KICK! KICK! Those filthy bare feet left two big imprints on
either side of Zeke's bloody and swollen face.

"Oh, God, please!" he begged. "Please, I'll do anything!" Tears were streaming
down his face. Not one ounce of macho male pride was left ... just the basic
desire to stop this Amazon from barefooting him to death!

"Awww," teased Trish. "Is the big tough bully afraid of a pretty girl?"

"Yessss!" he spat teeth. "Yes, anything just please don't kill me!"

Trish looked this way and that, mock considering and dragging out this moment
of pure humiliation for everything it was worth. Kristin had to admit to
herself that although Trish was rash and merely excellent in terms of fighting
skills, she was far superior to Kristin when it came to humiliating the
deserving bully.

"All right," sighed Trish, "but I do want you to take a long time to consider
how rude you've been to a 100% lady like myself ... " Zeke nodded, with a
glimmer of hope in his eyes. "And I've got the perfect place for you to do
it." Zeke's eyes filled with terror as he saw Kristin's hips dive and pivot,
sending a supercharged uppercut (seemingly in slo-motion) right up into his
jaw. Zeke's body actually flew up into the air and sailed perfectly head first
into the wide-open trash can which Kristin had been targeting all along. There
was a satisfying SCRUNCH! as Zeke's unconscious body landed in the bag of
nasty old food. Trish put her hands up in the air and cried out in victory:
"Two points!!!!!" An instant standing ovation went up throughout the bar. As
she walked away, Trish couldn't help but quote her favorite movie, CHARLIE'S
ANGELS: "And that's ... kicking your ass!"

The bouncer turned to Zeke's friends. "I think you better leave, and take your
two boys to the hospital. And if I were you, I'd never pick on a sexy powerful
barefoot woman again."

Trish sat down at the table and met Kristin's overwhelming praise. "That was
amazing! Those guys were totally asking for it, and boy, did you ever give it
to them."

Trish nodded, smiling. "Let me tell you, Kristin, a woman who is in touch with
her girl power, and in touch with her bare feet, and has had training can do
anything. To be honest, I've always wanted to do more. To use my bare feet to
bring more justice to the world. And let me tell you, I've done my share. I
beat up Tommy Markins back in first grade for bullying my friend, and I've
been doing it ever since. In high school, these the whole football team spread
scorecards for how they rated girls they had slept with. The girls on that
list were horrified. So, sure enough, each one of them got an ungodly
ass-whooping from these two feet, after which I made each one of them eat dirt
and say it was great. Then I made 'em sniff my bare feet, and then I kicked
them into unconsciousness. I've got a gift Kristin, and I just want to use it
to make the world a better place."

Thoughts were surging through Kristin's mind. She'd finally found someone who
she could relate to ... and she was also sure that Zeke's friends were going
to try to ambush them at some point. That would be the moment to reveal to
Trish exactly what her bare feet were capable of.

Sure enough, later that night Kristin got the opportunity to give absolute and
100% ass-whoopings to seven guys at one time! The sexiest and most destructive
pair of bare feet on the planet took seven guys who hoped to ambush two women,
and those gloriously dirty calloused soles barefooted them into fear, pain,
and agony. But that story will come later.