The Parisian Apache
By Hatman
The apache tries to take a girl but gets a surprise


The girl sits at the bar sipping a Ricard and water. Her black hair flowing
across her shoulders contrasting with the crisp white of her blouse. She is
perched on a bar stool with one foot resting on a foot rail running along the
bar and the other stretched out to the floor exposing her stockinged thigh
through the slit side of her charcoal black pencil skirt.

The Parisian apache enters the bar dressed in the typical garb of striped
shirt tight trousers and loafers. He walks up behind the girl, grabs her left
shoulder with his right hand and spins her around. He presses his lips against
hers while his left hand pulls at her half open blouse and grabs at her right
breast.

She pushes him off with her left hand and throws her drink in his face. The
apache wipes his face then slaps her across the face with his left hand
leaving a red mark on her otherwise flawless skin. At the same time he grabs
her left arm and twists it viciously behind her back.

With his victim struggling but unable to escape his left hand searches for her
breast again, this time ripping her blouse aside. Felling his calloused hand
mauling her soft flesh the girl stamps on his right foot with her stiletto
heel. She feels his grip loosen as the pain flows from his foot so she follows
up with a kick to his shin and then she brings her knee up hard into his
groin. While he is stunned she wriggles free and runs for the door.

The apache breathes deep to quell the pain in his leg and testicles and then
chases after the girl. he grabs her arm and uses her own momentum to swing her
around so she flies backwards into a table. He runs toward her sprawled body
aiming to pin her down against the table but at the last moment she brings her
legs up and kicks out propelling him backwards.

The apache is not hurt by the push and merely attacks again but by this time
she has stood up and her long, elegant leg kicks upwards catching him square
on the chin and sending him staggering backwards.

Now the apache is stunned and sprawled across a table and the girl picks up a
chair and swings it down at his head in an effort to finish the conflict with
one final blow, but the apache recovers his senses in time to see the chair
falling towards his head and swiftly rolls away from the blow. The chair
shatters on the table but the girls momentum carries her forward so the the
apache is now behind her. He Grabs her around the waist with his right arm and
spins her around ripping off her skirt in the process. The girl spins to the
floor and before she can recover the apache kicks her in the face knocking her
backwards and sending a spray of blood across the room. While the girl lies on
the floor semi-naked and stunned the apache follows up on his advantage with a
kick to her unprotected stomach causing her to roll into a ball with a groan.

The apache grabs the girl's left arm and drags her back towards the tables,
then lifts her under the arms and throws her limp body onto a table. The girl
now lies face down and motionless on the table. Her blouse is already pulled
away from her right breast, and below the waist she is clad only in satin
knickers and sheer black stockings.

The apache stands for a moment, hands on hips, surveying his conquest, then he
drops his trousers and moves towards her helpless body. At that moment the the
girl grabs the far edge of the table and pulls herself forwards off the table
and rolls onto her feet. She then tips the table towards the apache, the force
knocking him backwards, his trousers around his ankles causing him to stumble
and fall heavily. The girl vaults over the table and as she lands she kicks
the apache in the stomach her momentum driving her shapely foot deep into the
apache's abdomen. As he doubles over she kicks him in the face sending him
flying onto his back and shattering his nose.

The apache is bloodied but also deeply angered by this girl having the
impudence to fight back against him. He reaches behind him and pulls a knife
from a hidden scabbard belted around his waist. He leaps tto his feet and
lunges at the girl but she sidesteps and despeately grabs his arm. As he
struggles to free his deadly weapon she swings him back into the bar and knees
him in the belly. As the pain surges through his body his grip weakens and she
is able to wrestle the knife from his hand and plunges it towards his stomach.
He thrusts out his arm and is able to deflect the lunge and the knife ends up
stuck in the wood of the bar.

While the girl tries to pull the knife from the wood the apache punches
upwards catching the girl under the chin, stunned by the blow, she staggers
back and the apache retrives the knife from the bar and throws it at her. The
throw is made rashly with anger blinding his aim and it misses with the knife
ending up on the floor.

Both the apache and the girl go for the knife, they stand up struggling for
possesion of the knife. The girl steps forward and is able to push the knife
into the belly of the apache. She steps back and the apache falls to the floor
clutching his mortally wounded abdomen. She stands over him with blood
dripping from the knife as his life blood drains away onto the floor. She
rolls him onto his back with her foot and kicks him gently, but there is no
response from his lifeless body. She wipes the knife on her stockinged leg and
walks away from the scene with a haughty swagger leaving the dead apache in a
pool of blood.