Beating up the badguys
By Jack
A ballerina's bare feet effortlessly beat two badguys into the hospital!


Kristin walked into the Barefoot Gallery, only to have Trish, the gallery
manager and her new partner in ass-kicking, come running toward her flailing a
newspaper. "Omigod, omigod, I've found her!"

Kristin shrugged, confused but amused. "Trish, what are you talking about?"

Trish shoved the paper right in front of her. "You know your little speech
last night about how you wanted the two of us to start using our fighting
skills to dish out some barefooted justice? Well I've got our third member
right here."

The headline read: "BELOVED BALLERINA'S BARE FEET KICK CRIMINALS' BUTTS". As
Kristin read, she had to admit: this looked like Barefooted Female Justice
member #3.

Jessica Reynolds was having the worst night in her 35 years. She had been
dancing since age 5, and one of the most respected pioneers in modern dance
since age 15, but now the Houston Dance Company was updating its troupe with a
new batch of youngsters. At her age, Jessica was over-the- hill. Sure, she
could teach or choreograph, but her life only worked when she felt her bare
soles moving over the ground and sending perfect kicks high in the air. Little
did she know, her new profession would allow her to do just that ...

But that night, she was walking the streets and drinking away her sorrows. Of
course, a woman in this sort of perfect physical shape drank away her sorrows
with Red Bull, and the real vice in which she was indulging was leaving her
sole-confining shoes in the car, and letting the dirtied bottoms of her feet
taste the grit and grime of the streets. (In a few minutes, those feet would
get something new to taste: badguy face and butt ... but we'll get to that.)
Little did she know that two muggers were eyeing her as their next mark.
Little did they know, this supremely gifted woman was going to barefootedly
high-kick them both into a world of pain and humiliation!

"Out on the town tonight, babe?" laughed Jimmy.

"Yeah, yeah, out on the town!" parroted the other one, name Sam.

Jessica seized up. Just looking at these two, she could tell she was in
trouble. She had to get out of there fast. "I was just leaving." As she turned
to run, Sam jumped in her way.

"Ain't no way you're getting out of here without a fuck!" he yelled. And then
Jimmy grabbed her arms from the back.

Jimmy's head was out of her view, but she could feel his breath. "And we're
getting all your money! Better than any whore I've had before! Too bad she's
so old, though!"

Well, there's only so much insult one lady can take, and that was it. Without
really knowing what she was doing, Jessica shot her bare foot up in a kick
she'd been doing all her life, catching Sammy on the chin. He flew backward
with a loud crack and a cry of pain. Realizing she had to capitalize on this
immediately, she slammed her foot down on Jimmy's shoe and then rammed her
head backward into his face. As he started howling in pain, his grip lessened,
so Jessica pulled away and spun round. Then she did something she had never
expected to do once in her life. She threw a punch. Jimmy's head bobbed back
and forth, so she kept going. Rat-A-tat- tat! Her fists were turning his face
to putty! Then for a capper, she pirouetted and let that right foot slam into
the side of his face with devastating power. "AAAAAHHHHH!!!!" he cried as he
sailed through the air. Jessica smiled. Kicking came naturally to a
professional dancer, and right now she was kicking these assholes silly!

With one enemy down, Jessica quickly turned round to face the recently risen
Sammy. Blood was pouring out of his busted nose, and he looked like he wanted
vengeance. The knife in his hand slashed forward with a devastating fury ...
and hit nothing! He slashed again. Again, Jessica dodged easily out of the
way. She'd been a dancer all her life; Sammy didn't have a chance of touching
her if she didn't want him to. And it was then that the same thing sank in to
both Sammy and Jessica, totally changing the feel of the fight. Sammy with a
knife was absolutely no match for a fit, barefooted female athlete with soul
(and sole), and he was about to get the hiding of his life.

Sammy made one more frantic stab, which Jessica timed perfectly to catch with
her right arm. As she held Sammy's knife arm at bay, she ran her knee up into
his groin.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" he cried in agony as his testicles got their
comeuppance. Needless to say, the knife fell. Then Jessica just smiled a "time
to get to work" smile and started ramming her fists repeatedly into his belly
and face. In no time at all, Sammy was bawling like a baby.

"P-p-pleeeeeease!" he begged. "Please, don't beat me up anymore! You've kicked
the shit out of me! I'll do anything, just leave my poor tummy alone!
Waaaaaaah!"

Suddenly, Jimmy did something that saved Sammy from more ass- whooping ... he
got up and ran like the coward he was. Jessica growled with anger that her
attacker would try to get away from the barefooted beating that he had in
store. She turned back to Sammy with a look of resignation (he deserved more
pummeling) and said: "Say goodnight, hot shot." With that, she leapt up into
the air, spinning around, and that grimy, dirty bare sole, hardened from 35
years of barefooting and looking cute crashed into his temple. Sammy woke up
under arrest in the hospital several hours later.

Jimmy ran with a fear he'd never felt in his life. Who was this she- bitch who
was turning him and his buddy into putty? He'd never live down the humiliation
of being beaten up by a woman. Hopefully, he'd get away, convince himself he
was drunk at the time, and kill her later with a double- barreled shotgun.

Suddenly, he heard a whistle. The whistle of a barefooted superior female
ass-kicker who was taunting him before lowering the dirty, calloused- sole
boom. "Is somebody hiding from me?" There was a soft pit-pat as those soles
gracefully traversed the grimy streets. "Is somebody afraid of fighting a
little old woman?"

Unfortunately for Jimmy, his male ego was bigger than his brain, and he
charged out of hiding. "I'll get you, bitc""OOF!"

That left foot was having a grand old time high-kicking these guys in the
face. The right foot started getting in on the action. Then Jessica's fists
went to work. In no time at all, Jimmy was a bloody mess. He lay on the
ground, sobbing uncontrollably, begging and pleading for mercy. Jessica
chopped him into unconsciousness with supreme satisfaction.

The next day, an unemployed Jessica answered her door to find two total
strangers ... two stylish and gorgeous young women who also were barefoot. A
true barefoot woman can recognize one of her kin, so Jessica smiled. She
instantly recognized these two as genuine female barefoots.

"Can I help you?" Jessica asked.

The two women introduced themselves and told Jessica of their new plan. To
create a three-women team of karate-kicking, ass-whooping, barefooted angels
of justice. They would be of assistance to anyone who needed it, beating the
snot out of any sort of villain: school bullies, abusive husbands, street
thugs, murderers, rapists, thieves ... Although Jessica was new to the world
of ass-kicking, she had to admit that what she had felt the night before was
the greatest feeling she had ever experienced. The overwhelming sense of doing
good was the real kick, that her bare feet were enforcing justice!

Within three weeks, the ladies were ready. They went out into the world,
beating the snot out of evildoers. And it felt so good.