"Don't Mess With Jazzmon's Business
By Arby
 

Jazzmon prowled the room like a caged animal. Yes, an animal, a big,
strong and dangerous black panther. Her anger had boiled over. She had
seen Darren tonight!. Darren who had pretended to be her friend, Darren
who was in the video business, Darren who was going to edit all of her
videos for her. She had turned months of video work over to him to be
edited. Not only did she not get her videos back, but Darren had shown
them to other women who were now copying exactly what she had been doing.
Darren, who had cost her thousands upon thousands of dollars. Jazzmon had
been driving down the street in Delray Beach when she had spotted him. He
had been with a spectacular looking blond standing outside one of the
restaurants that lined Atlantic Avenue. Jazzmon had been so surprised to
see him that she had turned her car around and passed by again. Yes, it
was Darren, alright. Jazzmon was still seething. When she had tried to
contact him, he had not returned her calls or emails. When they had first
met they spent hours on the phone discussing every aspect of her video
business which he had in turn passed on to all of these other women. When
she had gone to his apartment, no one was home. Finally one day when she
knocked on the door, a strange man answered the door. She asked for
Darren. The man didn't know who Darren was, but he had just moved into
the apartment, because it had been vacant for over a month. Now not only
could she not retrieve her videos, Darren had disappeared with them. That
had been months ago. Now he had suddenly fallen into her lap. Jazzmon
waited until Darren and the blond got into his car and drove away. She
followed them and found where he was now living, as they got out of the
car and entered a much nicer apartment than the one in which Darren had
previously lived. As she prowled around the room her anger grew. "If I
can't get my videos back, I'll make him pay in pain and blood" she
thought. Jazzmon used to beat up people regularly. She was even paid by
the victims to do it in some cases. The videos of these beatings had been
huge sellers on her website and in selected video outlets. However, she
had stopped doing that almost five years ago. Now she was doing strap-on
videos, and they were selling very well. Now she started to feel the way
she had in her beat-em up days. She was going to teach Darren a lesson.
She started looking through a part of her closet where she had stored
things she didn't wear any longer. She found the perfect outfit for what
she intended to do. It was something she used to wear when she was
handing out some of her beatings. It was a halter top, denim cutoffs and
work boots with white socks. She almost lovingly put on these clothes.
She could feel her blood start to pump. "I should have never stopped
doing this" she said out loud. "I could have continued to do the beatings
and done the strap-on stuff at the same time." She realized that she
actually missed the action, she had always gotten a rush when she had
been punching someone's lights out. Now she was going into action again.
Darren was about to be on the receiving end of a very brutal, savage
beating. She was already starting to get the rush of adrenalin that she
always felt as she looked for her short leather gloves, to help protect
her knuckles. These gloves were very tight fitting so they would not
offer her victims and relief from her fists, but gave her some measure of
protection for her fists at the same time. Darren's time had finally
come. Tonight she would get retribution for all of the grief he had
caused her and all of the money she had lost because of him. Jazzmon had
been so excited that she couldn't sleep. She decided to go to the gym and
work out.
The gym was open twenty four hours a day, so getting in a workout was no
problem at all. She hit the weights with a renewed vigor, pumping up her
powerful muscles with an effort and dedication that had been missing from
some of her more recent workouts as she had been depressed about her
situation that had been caused by Darren's treachery. Finally she
stopped, seeing her muscles pumped up and feeling her blood racing
through her veins. Jazzmon headed home for a bath and to get ready for
her activities that she had planned. She took a long, luxurious bath,
soaking away all of the tension from the day. She lay in the tub for what
seemed like forever, but was only around thirty minutes. She got out and
dried herself off and proceed to change into what she now called her
"beating" outfit she had found earlier. She tucked the leather gloves in
her waistband. She looked in the closet and found a pair of loaded, sap
gloves with buckshot sown across the knuckles, but decided that she
didn't want to use them. she wanted to feel just her fists smashing into
Darren. Now it was time to wait. Waiting was not something that she did
well. She tried everything to pass the time. She worked on copying some
of her videos, she worked on her website, she read scirpts for future
projects. Finally it was time to go!
Jazzmon drove to Darren's apartment. She parked her car a couple of
blocks away and walked there, she didn't want her car which would be
easily recognizable to be seen near Darren's place. She knew that he was
not at home so she knocked on the door. No answer. She reached into her
bag and came out with her lock picking tools. In a brief moment she had
the door unlocked and was inside. She locked the door back. Jazzmon went
into Darren's storage area and retrieved all of her videos that he had
taken to edit and add sound. She carefully placed them on the dining
table. Then she took off her jacket and sat down to wait. She looked
awfully sexy and awfully tough sitting there in the halter top which
exposed her powerful upper body, her tight denim cutoffs and her work
boots with white socks. Now she slipped on her leather gloves, pulling
them tight over her fists. She was ready. There was a noise at the door
as Darren put the key in the lock and turned it. The door opened and in
walked Darren accompanied by the blond Jazzmon had seen him with earlier.
At first Darren didn't see her. "Hello, Darren" Jazzmon said quietly.
Slowly he turned his head and saw her sitting on his sofa. The look on
his face said it all. First there was shock, then fear. He knew that she
was not there to talk. Then he spotted the boxes of videos on the dining
table. He thought about running, but he knew that she could catch him. He
thought he could talk his way out of this, he had always been able to do
that before. Jazzmon stood up, she was slightly shorter that the blond
who had come in with Darren. Jazzmon fixed her with a cold stare. "Stay
out of this Blondie, and you won't get hurt" "I can explain" Darren
started. "Too late, for that now" Jazzmon replied. "The time for that
would have been the first 12 times I called you when you wouldn't answer
the phone or return my messages. Before you moved and didn't give me your
new address. Before you gave all of my ideas to the other women you work
with". Darren began to sweat. Jazzmon continued "No, Darren we are way
past the talking stage. I'm here today to pay you back for all that you
put me through. You are going to suffer for what you did to me." Jazzmon
advanced on him, standing right in front of him. Darren thought about
running again, but it was far too late for that now. "All you can do is
take your beating like a man" Jazzmon growled through clenched teeth.
Suddenly her right fist shot out and buried itself in his soft belly.
Darren gagged and fell to his knees.
The blond came rushing over. "Leave him alone, you bitch" she screamed,
reaching for Jazzmon's hair with both hands. "That's Ms. Bitch to you,
Blondie" Jazzmon said as she ripped her fist into the blonde's belly. As
her head came down, it met Jazzmon's fist which was flying up from the
floor. It exploded under the blonde's chin and lifted her up on her toes
before she collapsed to the floor, out cold. Jazzmon looked down at her
and said "I told you if you stayed out of this, you wouldn't get hurt. I
guess what they say about real blondes being dumb is true." Of course,
the blond was way beyond being able to hear now. Jazzmon looked at Darren
"Now where were we, before we were so rudely interrupted?" She asked him
in a very conversational tone. Darren was still on the floor, gagging
trying not to throw up and to regain his breath. Jazzmon reached down and
lifted him to his feet. Darren stood unsteadily in front of her. Jazzmon
took her time getting ready so Darren could see it coming. She remembered
from years ago before she gave this up that she loved the look of fear in
her victim's eyes just before she lowered the boom.
CCCRRRUUUNNNCCChHHH!!!! She smashed her fist directly into his nose,
smashing it into just a lump of bloody tissue. Blood squirted around her
fist and splashed on the front of her top. Darren started to fall, but
she caught him with her left hand. "I think I'll gut you, if I haven't
forgotten how" she said. She still held him with her left hand she shoved
him against the wall and held him there. She began to rip her rock hard
right fist over and over again into his belly. THUD!!! WHUMP!! WHOMP!!
Darren couldn't hold back, a flood of vomit came pouring out of his
mouth. Jazzmon acted as if she had not even seen it, even though it
splashed on her strong left arm which still held Darren pinned to the
wall. Her brutal fist continued it's vicious journey, pillaging his
wounded gut. After about 20 savage, gut wrenching smashes, she stopped
and let him slump to the floor. "Don't pass out on me yet" she said. "We
are just getting started" All Darren could do was moan softly. OOOHHHH!!
Jazzmon stopped and took a sip of water from the bottle she had brought
with her. She then got Darren back on his feet again. "I've been dreaming
about this for a long time" she told him. Her fists now beat a tattoo on
his face, ripping and tearing the skin, She smashed her left fist into
his right eye twice, insuring that he would have a beautiful shiner. She
duplicated that with her right fist on his left eye. Soon both of them
would be swollen shut. She slammed her fist into his mouth ripping his
lips which immediately began to swell and would quickly began to take on
the appearance of two sausages attached to his face. She wanted his
teeth, and her steel fist blasted directly into his mouth again. Too late
she remembered why she should not hit someone straight into his mouth.
She had done that several years ago and cut her knuckles severely on the
teeth of her victim then. However that had been with a bare fist, and
this time she at least had the protection of the leather gloves. The
results however were spectacular. With one punch she had broken off three
of his front teeth. Now she remembered what to do. She began smashing his
mouth with hooking punches from the side knocking out and breaking off
many more teeth. After more than thirty minutes her anger was somewhat
sated. She looked at Darren. What had once been a fairly handsome face
was now a broken and bleeding mess or red, black and blue. She steadied
him once more and unleashed an powerful right hook to his jaw. It
shattered under her powerful fist, and two more teeth came out. Darren
fell, unconscious on the floor. Jazzmon began to gather up her things to
leave when the blond finally began to stir. An evil grin spread across
Jazzmon's face. She walked over to the blond and said, "Let me help you
up". The blond, still being woozy from having been knocked out, accepted
the assistance. When she was on her feet, Jazzmon said, "I think you and
Darren need matching black eyes" Before the blond could comprehend what
Jazzmon had said, Jazzmon had smashed a vicious left hook, right hook,
combination to each of the blonde's eyes. Jazzmon caught her before she
hit the floor. Swinging around she positioned the blond so that her back
was to Darren. Jazzmon loaded up her lethal right fist again and smashed
a full power uppercut under the blonde's chin again. Same punch, same
result, the blond flew back and fell across Darren. This time, however
Jazzmon had gotten even more muscle into the punch and had extracted two
of the blonde's teeth. "They can have adjoining chairs at the dentist's
office" she thought. Jazzmon gathered up her things, including the
unedited videos that had caused all of this in the first place and walked
slowly back to her car. This time she would not even call 911. "They
don't deserve any help" she said as she drove off.