Amelia Cleans House Amelia has to take on the three gang members Chano Padilla had been holding court at his usual afternoon spot in front of the bodega. The discussion was about what to do with the latest problem for the Warlords, the street gang of which he was the leader. Although it had started out as only a minor irritation, it was now a full fledged problem. The problem was the new social worker assigned to the neighborhood. She was stirring up the residents to clean up the neighborhood. She had them calling the police to report the Warlords' drug transactions and protection schemes. Now the residents had started to respond and it was becoming much more difficult for the gang to pursue their criminal activities. It was especially galling to the Warlords that the social worker was Amelia Vasquez who herself was a former member of the gang. She had grown up in the neighborhood with Chano and the rest of them. At one time she was one of their most ferocious fighters in their battles with rival gangs, and had been largely responsible for establishing and holding their claim to the drug distributorship in the area. Then she had fallen under the influence of one of her teachers who saw something different in Amelia. She concentrated more on her academic work at school and was accepted to college. She received a minority student scholarship, and now six years later she was back with a masters degree in social work. She now seemed determined to put her former friends out of business. The discussion centered on what to do about Amelia. The suggestions from the thirty or so Warlords listening to Chano covered everything from threatening her mother to killing her. All at once Chano noticed the loud talking had died out. The silence was overwhelming. All of the Warlords present were staring at something directly behind him. Chano turned his head to see for himself what had distracted them. "It's heaven," he thought. What he saw was a very attractive young woman. She was not tall, only about five-five. Her nose was a little to long and her jawline a little to strong to be truly beautiful, but her flashing black eyes, her long, thick, black hair, and high cheekbones made her look striking. She was wearing a long sleeved red dress that set off her dark complexion perfectly. Her shoulders seemed to be larger than expected for a woman of her size. The dress tapered to emphasize her thin waist. It was fashionably short, falling three inches above her knees which showed off her muscular but shapely calves and the beginning of the sweep of her large, firm thighs. The sleeves hid her arms but when one of them bent her upper arm filled the loose sleeve. "Amelia." Recognition hit Chano. "Hello Chano, how have you been?" Amelia asked. "Hey, momma, you sure lookin' good. We just been talkin' 'bout you. You sure been busy since you got back in town." "Just trying to help out the old neighborhood." Amelia replied. "The neighborhood don't need any help, it's doing just fine." Chano responded. "Chano, we need to talk, just you and me," Amelia continued. "Could you take a few minutes and come by my office this afternoon?" Chano thought it was time to show her who was in control. "If you want to see me, you can come by our place tonight. We are having a 'board of directors' meeting at ten o'clock. You can come by then if you want to. You still remember where it is, don't you?" "Yes, I remember" Amelia said. "Who is this so-called 'board of directors' anyway?". "Just three of us. Me, Paco who you know and George Rose, the big guy over there. He's in charge of security." Chano pointed to a big black man. He was big everywhere, big shoulders, big arms, big legs, big gut. "Maybe I'll see you at ten." Amelia said and turned to leave. As she walked back down the street to her small office she heard whistles and cat-calls. Back in her office her mind drifted to her days with Chano, Paco, and the Warlords. "He really hasn't changed much," she mused. "Just older and meaner." Chano had recruited her for the gang her freshman year in high school. She had been hassled by two so called "bad" guys. She had at last stood up to them and although she had taken a thrashing, she gained the respect of everyone. Chano, impressed with her guts and fire, brought her into the Warlords. The rest was as they say "history". Chano was slim and wiry. He was about five-nine and one hundred and forty pounds. He was an expert with a knife. That was how he got and maintained control of the Warlords. It was said Chano could cut you and you wouldn't even know it until you blood was all over the sidewalk. Paco was bigger at five-ten and one-eighty. He was a vicious fighter, but he was the actual brains of the outfit. He was a computer genius and excellent with numbers. His main job was keeping the business end running smoothly. Amelia did not know the last man, George Rose, but she assumed from his size that he was the muscle, and used to intimidate when needed. In the old days she had fought side by side with Chano and Paco, but now it appeared they enemies. After work, Amelia returned to the apartment in which she had grown up, and now shared with her Mother, Lilia. Her father had died several years ago and there were just the two of them. Lilia insisted on preparing dinner every night. One reason Amelia had taken this job was her mother's complaints about the growing violence by the Warlords toward the residents. In Amelia's day with the gang their only acts of violence were directed against rival gangs. Now they had taken over the neighborhood and were terrorizing the people who had lived there for years. Amelia wanted to try to put a stop to this. She would try to appeal to her old friends' sense of loyalty to leave the residents alone, and conduct their narcotics transactions in a less conspicuous manner. Another of the complaints she heard was about the scum who came to the neighborhood to buy drugs. They were also harassing the people. Amelia knew she could be asking for trouble, by going to see Chano, but decided it was worth the risk. If she could prevail upon him to cooperate, the people could live in safety once again. After dinner she told Lilia she had a date and went to her room to change. As she took off her clothes, she checked herself out in the mirror. Amelia liked what she saw. Her strikingly attractive face topped off an amazing body. Wide, strong, shoulders tapered to a minuscule, muscled waist. Her breasts were not overly large, but they jutted straight out from her muscled chest. A bra was strictly an accessory for her. Her legs were muscular but sexily attractive. And then she got to her arms. Large veins ran up and down her arms. When she turned her arm, muscles writhed like snakes in her strong forearms. She struck a sexy pose, then flexed her bicep. A mountainous peak leaped up, then subsided as she relaxed. Horseshoe shaped triceps sprang to life when flexed and also disappeared when relaxed. Amelia held her hand up in front of her face. It was larger than usual for women of her size. Slowly she clenched it into a hard brown ball of a fist. Looking at that fist a half smile played across her lips. For an instant her mind flashed back to her past. That fist was pounding rivals to a bloody pulp again. "I hope those days are behind us, but with these guys I had better be ready." She laughed self consciously. That half smile crossed her face again. She stepped on the scale "One-forty six" it read. She began to get dressed. She selected khaki bermuda length shorts, that her thighs almost filled completely. A sleeveless tee shirt was covered by a sweater. Socks and running shoes completed the outfit. Checking her watch she saw it was time to leave. Amelia approached the Warlords' headquarters. It was still located in a vacant storefront. She could see lights in the back. "Hello" she called as she stuck her head in the door. "Back here, baby" came Chano's voice from the back. As she cautiously made her way to the back, she could see that the Warlords had made significant improvements. A sophisticated security system was in place. She could see two fully loaded computers set up and running. The back room was surprisingly well furnished with a bar and leather couches. Chano, Paco, and George were seated there. "We've made a few improvements since the last time you were here" Paco said. "The Warlords have moved into the modern world. Now we can keep track of every nickel that comes in and every ounce of shit that moves out." "Very impressive," Amelia stated. "I certainly did not expect this from the Warlords." "George, let me tell you about this little lady here." Chano said. "She was the toughest Warlord of her day. She would fight anybody no matter how big or mean. She was the best we had." Tell them about her 'trademark'," Paco told Chano. "Well, it became her signature. At the end of her fights, she was always winning. I don't think she even came close to losing one. So as her signature or trademark she always smashed out a few teeth of her opponents. The dentists around here loved her, because she sure generated a lot of business for them." Amelia was surprised they still remembered so vividly events that happened several years ago. "That was a long time ago," she said. Why don't we get back to the present." "O.K. what did you want to see us about." Chano was curious. Amelia laid out in great detail what she wanted the Warlords to do. As she spoke she could tell that they were not taking what she was saying very well. When she finished her proposal she appealed to them to help rebuild the community. Chano shook his head. "Too late for that. We like the money, and we like the power." "People fear us. We control everything here now. We want to keep it that way." "Then you must know that I will do everything in my power to stop you." Amelia told them. Chano stood up. "Then we have to make sure that you don't." The three of them suddenly encircled her. "You've left us no other choice, mama. We have to take you out." Chano said sadly. "That may be harder than you think." Amelia replied. She started to inch backward in the direction of the door. She knew she could not possibly make it if all three of them attacked her at once. George spoke for the first time. "Let me take care of this, boss. I can handle her." Amelia looked at him. He was big, but not quite as big as he had first seemed. Also, even though he appeared to be very powerful, he looked to be out of shape. George slowly advanced on Amelia. He reached for her sweater. She jumped back out of his reach. His gut looked like it had seen more than it's share of beer and pizza. All at once he charged her, causing their bodies to bang together. "I've got you now, whore." George exulted. He pinned her against the wall and pounded his fist to her stomach. His fist plowed into her hard stomach. He drew back his fist to do it again. Amelia drove her foot into his shin. He hesitated for an instant, and she slipped away. George swung a hard left at her jaw. Amelia ducked and then brought her knee driving up into his groin. George groaned in pain. Amelia then set herself and drove her hard fist ripping deep into his soft gut. George definitely felt that. She snapped a kick to his ribcage. George reeled away. Chano and Paco were mesmerized by the action and just watched. Amelia sunk her fist into the soft flesh of George's belly again. George started to wheeze. He couldn't breathe. " We'll just see how many of these you can take, and still stay up." She told George. With that she blasted a barrage of brutal blows right into his hurting belly. Each one seemed to be harder than the one before. Those battering fists were chopping the big man down. He dropped to his knees then pitched over on his face on the floor. He was having trouble breathing. All at once his dinner wound up on the floor as he started to retch. George was obviously out of action for a while. Chano and Paco moved to either side of Amelia. They as by signal rushed her at the same time. They tackled her and all three of them were rolling around on the floor. They pulled the girl to her feet. Paco held her and Chano began firing punches to her face. Her left eye started to swell. Blood dripped from her nose. Still Chano drove his fists into her face. She was almost gone. In desperation, she drove the heel of her right foot up to Paco's testicles. His hold weakened. She repeated the blow with her heel. Paco's grip lessened. As Chano started his next punch Amelia broke free. She blocked the punch and grabbed Chano's arm. Using his momentum she twirled him around and flung him face first into the wall. Chano bounced off and fell to the floor. Amelia ran for the door. Paco caught her just before she got there and tackled her. They grappled on the floor with neither gaining control. They split apart and both regained their feet. Paco leaped at her. This time Amelia was ready. Her right fist shot out and bashed his nose. The force he had generated with his leap added to the power of her strong right arm delivering the blow had a devastating effect. The room was filled with the sound of his scream as his nose snapped like a twig. Paco raised both hands to his mashed nose. Blood ran between his fingers. Ameila rammed her fist hard to his gut. His hands came down. Her left fist smashed his nose again. The pain from his already broken nose was unbearable. Paco forgot all about trying to get Amelia. He just wanted to get away from her and those punishing fists. Paco had slumped to his knees.Amelia took hold of his hair and pulled him to his feet. "You know what's next, don't you Paco." "Please don't do that, Amelia, I'll do any thing you want." Paco pleaded. "I have to. You said it your self, It's my trademark." With that she sent that hard right fist crashing into his mouth. Paco could feel his front teeth breaking from the power of that hard fist. Paco screamed again. Amelia cut it off with a blast to his stomach, taking his wind away with her left. As Paco started to fold around that fist, Amelia slammed her right to his jaw. Paco dropped to the floor and lay still, out cold. "One down" Amelia thought. She started for the door again, but behind her she heard the click that was all to familiar in her younger days. That was Chano's switchblade opening. She turned around and faced him. He had recovered from his encounter with the wall. Slowly Amelia removed her sweater and wrapped it around her hand and arm. Chano made a swipe at her with the knife. She jumped back and the knife just nicked her tee shirt and made a small cut just under her left breast. "I'm going to cut you up in little bitty pieces," Chano snarled at her. Amelia said nothing. All of her attention was on the knife that he held loosely in his right hand. She knew how good Chano was with the knife. Her only chance was to distract him and try to disarm him. Chano advanced again. Instead of using the sweater for protection, Amelia suddenly threw it at Chano's face. As he reacted to the thrown sweater, Amelia grabbed his knife arm with both hands. They struggled briefly for the knife before Amelia was able to force him to drop it. She had always known that she was physically stronger than Chano. As the switchblade hit the floor, she kicked it behind her. "Now, we're a little more even." she said. Chano made a move to go around her and get to the knife. Amelia tackled him to the floor. They wrestled around briefly then she got her legs wrapped around his waist in a scissors hold. Amelia squeezed with all of the power of her strong legs. Chano struggled but he could not escape. In desperation he turned his head around and bit her on the breast. Amelia cried out in pain and released the scissors. They both started to get to their feet, but Chano was still feeling the effect of that powerful scissors. Amelia got to her feet first. She drove her foot viciously into his side. Chano flopped over again to the floor. Two more kicks were delivered with all the power of her big legs. Chano was crawling, trying to get away. Amelia moved around in front of him. She reached down and got a handful of his shirt and lifted Chano to his feet. "You tried to hurt me, so now it's my turn to hurt you." She angrily growled at him. She released his shirt. Chano was having trouble staying up. Amelia shoved him against the wall. Her right fist whistled a piledriver of a punch wrist deep in his belly. Chano started to go down. She caught him and hauled him back upright again. Her left went crashing into his cheekbone just under his right eye. Again she pounded her fist to that spot. With the third blast she could feel the bone give under the hard knuckles of her fist. "Signature time, honey" she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. She drew back her right fist and sent it smashing straight in his mouth. She reloaded and cocked that deadly fist again. "Crack" The sound filled the room as teeth and blood came out in a spray from her brutal blow. The only thing keeping Chano up was her left hand snared in his shirt. She released him and started an uppercut up from her shoetops to explode on the point of his chin. Chano flew backward and fell on one of the leather sofas. "At least you have a comfortable place to sleep." She said to the unconscious gang leader. Amelia turned to go, and found George who had somewhat recovered from their previous action standing between her and the door. "Just give it up, big man." she said. "Take a look around. Get out before the cops get here." You were lucky the first time. I underestimated you and I won't make that mistake again." George was bent on revenge. "Your funeral," Amelia replied. They circled each other cautiously. Amelia stumbled slightly over the unconscious body of Paco and lost her balance. George seized this opportunity to land a powerhouse punch to her jaw. Amelia went down. George snatched her long hair and started to drag her around the room. She was disoriented when he stopped. He jerked her to her feet and fired another punch to her jaw. Amelia fell against the wall. "This is it bitch," George shouted as he wound up his right fist for the finisher. The punch flew toward Amelia's face. Just before impact, she managed to move her head just slightly to her left. George's big fist barely grazed her cheek. It was still enough to knock her down, but his fist continued and slammed full force into the brick wall. George screamed in pain. His hand and probably his wrist were broken from the collision with the wall. This gave Amelia a chance to regain her senses. George was not even thinking about her as he held his busted had with his good one. Amelia came up behind him and drove a vicious punch to his kidney. Two, three times she drove that fist into that vulnerable area. Then she shoved him face first into the wall. His face hit the wall with a loud splat. Amelia put her left hand on his shoulder and spun him around. George knew what was coming but there was nothing he could do to stop it. Her right fist plowed into his belly like a runaway train. George would have vomited again if there had been anything left in his stomach. As it was he was just gagging. Amelia paused a moment to let the pain from that punch subside. As he began to breathe a little better, she sent that same brutal fist deep into his savaged stomach again. George could not believe that he was being battered like this. Especially by a woman, and with her sweater off and perspiration soaking through her tee shirt he could see she was definitely a woman. Amelia turned her shoulders and went into a crouch. Her fist was literally touching the floor. She rotated out of that crouch and put every thing she had into her ferocious punch. It had all of her bodyweight behind it as he fist accelerated toward George's face. That sledgehammer fist crashed into his jaw full force. George hit the wall and bounced back into the room to fall face first to the floor. George's jaw was broken and a couple of teeth were hanging out of his mouth. The battle was finally over. All three Warlords lay out cold at her feet. Amelia found her sweater and put it back on. She surveyed the carnage around her. Paco was sprawled out on the floor with his nose spread all over his face and several teeth knocked out. Chano still lay unmoving on the leather sofa with the side of his face caved in and bloody holes in the front of his mouth where teeth had been. George was face down with his broken jaw stuck out at a strange angle. She clenched those hard, powerful fists again with the blood of her victims starting to cake on her knuckles, and just looked at them. "God, I really do love to fight." she said. Then she realized that her panties and shorts were soaking wet between her legs. She had become sexually aroused during the fight. "Maybe that's one reason I liked to fight so much before," she mused. She also realized that her muscles had an unreal pump, and flexed her now huge bulging biceps. She then found the phone and called the police. She gave the address and then said "If you want all of the records of drug transactions for the Warlords just look at the printout next to the computer. That should be enough to put them away for a long, long, time." She then sat down at the computer and printed out all of the records." She heard the sirens approaching. Taking one last look at the three unconscious, battered gang members she slipped out the door. "I guess fighting is like riding a bike Once learned you never forget." She then clenched that right fist that had caused so much pain and destruction and looked at it again. Once more that half smile played across her lips. "So ends the Warlords reign of terror," she said.