Jazzmon and the Obnoxious Construction Workers
By Arby


Jazzmon does not engage in any sexual activity in any of her sessions.  
She currently does sessions in all types of wrestling, lifts and 
carries, all types of punching , including bellypunching, and fantasy 
boxing.  Contact her for sessions at jradford@sprynet. com.  You won't 
be disappointed. 

Jazzmon has a webpage at http://Jazzmon.thevalkyrie.com if you want to 
see photos.              Arby December 1998 



Jazzmon was hungry.  She had been to the gym to work out, and among 
other things had worked up quite an appetite.  She was on the road, 
doing sessions.  Her last one had been at three o'clock in the 
afternoon, so she thought she would have time for a workout, and to get 
something to eat before her next session which was at 7:30PM.  She had 
obtained temporary privileges at a local gym, so she had taken advantage 
of that situation.  Now she wanted to eat.  She had plenty of time.  She 
had spotted a bar and grill just up the street, from where she was 
staying, so she headed for it.  When she walked in, the place was almost 
deserted.  There was a lone woman working behind the bar, and a mousey 
looking hostess approached her.  "I just want to get something to eat.  
Is it alright if I sit at the bar?" she asked.  "Sit anywhere you want" 
was the hostess' answer.  Jazzmon approached the bar and sat down.  
"Somethin' to drink?' asked the blonde behind the bar.  Jazzmon looked 
at her.  The woman was fairly attractive, but somewhat overweight.  "A 
little time in the gym and she would look great" Jazzmon thought.  The 
blonde did have terrific looking legs, but she had a little trouble 
squeezing into her tight shorts.  She had on a tee shirt with the 
company logo on the front.  "Let me see a menu," Jazzmon said. "And 
bring me a bottled water."  The bartender placed a menu in front of her 
along with the bottle of water.  Jazzmon looked around the bar.  There 
were two men at the end, who were dressed and acted like businessmen, in 
suits and ties.  They were deep in conversation, never even looking at 
her.  There were a few people seated at tables, but the crowd was very 
sparse.  Jazzmon looked at the menu and ordered a Caesar chicken salad.  
She sat back to wait for her food to arrive.  She found the salad to be 
excellent, with just the right amount of garlic, which some restaurants 
find hard to do for some reason.  Jazzmon was about half way through her 
salad when two men came in and sat down at the bar, only a couple of 
stools away from her.  From their dress and manner they were 
construction workers, just getting off work.  She checked her watch, it 
was 5:30PM.  The men ordered a pitcher of beer, and began some serious 
drinking.   Jazzmon could see them stealing glances at her out of the 
corner of their eyes.  "I guess I'm hard to miss." she thought with a 
smile.  Indeed she would be hard to miss.  A tall attractive woman , 
with muscles rippling and bulging under her ebony skin, shown off by the 
sleeveless top and tight workout pants that she was wearing.  As she was 
finishing her salad, the men ordered another pitcher of beer.  "Hey 
sweetcakes, let us buy you a drink." the man closest to her said.  
"Thanks, but no.  I don't drink, I only came in here to get something to 
eat." she replied.  "Aw, come on now, honey, be sociable.  Have a little 
drinky with us."  "I'll tell you what," Jazzmon said.  She could tell 
the men were becoming surly.  "I'll buy you guys another pitcher, but I 
have to leave.  I have a business appointment."  "I'll bet you do." he 
said.  "How about you have a 'business' appointment with us." he said.  
He stood up and approached her.  He was taller than she had first 
thought at least 6'2".  He stuck out his hand.  "My name is Jeff, and 
this is Ollie." he indicated the other man,  who was slightly shorter 
than him, with a typical beer drinker's belly hanging over his belt.  
She hesitated before taking his hand in her own.  "Jazzmon" she said.  
Jeff got a strange look on his face, "What the hell kind of name is 
that?" he asked.  "It's just my name."   "You fancy hookers are always 
changing your names to sound high class and sexy." Jeff said.  "I'm not 
a hooker, for your information and I took this name for business 
purposes."  "That's what I thought, a fancy hooker." Jeff stated.  
Jazzmon reached in her purse and threw some money on the bar.  "Buy 
these guys a pitcher on me." she said disengaging her hand from Jeff's.  
He had not wanted to release her hand at first.  She headed for the 
door.  Jeff and Ollie looked at her, then the bartender arrived with 
their fresh pitcher of beer, so they returned to their seats, and 
resumed drinking.  


Jazzmon got to her car and got in.  She turned the key, but nothing 
happened.  Again, she tried to crank the car, but just "rrrrrrrrrrrrr" 
and then nothing.   She took out her cell phone to call AAA.  The 
battery was dead.  "Dammit" she said.  Jazzmon got out of the car, and 
went back inside the bar to use the pay phone.  Jeff and Ollie looked up 
as she entered.  Jazzmon walked back to the restrooms where the pay 
phone was and made her call.  As she walked back out, Jeff and Ollie got 
up and walked to the plate glass window in the front of the bar.  "Car 
trouble" Ollie said.  The men hurried outside to where Jazzmon was 
standing by the car waiting for the AAA truck.  "Maybe we can help." 
Jeff said.  "I don't think so." she said.  "AAA is on the way."  "Then 
maybe you could help us out." Jeff commented.  "Help you out, how?" 
Jazzmon had a sinking feeling in her stomach as she asked this question.  
She knew what the men wanted, she just hoped that they did not try to 
force themselves on her.  "I'll bet you know how.  How much for the both 
of us?" he asked.  "I told you I'm not a hooker, so why don't you be 
good boys and go find yourselves somebody who is, if that is what you 
want." Jazzmon said.  "Why should we do that when you're right here?" 
said Jeff.  "Come on, honey, let's go and we won't have to hurt you." 
Jeff reached out for her.  Jazzmon took his extended arm, turned and 
flipped Jeff over her head.  He sailed through the air and hit a parking 
meter with his back.  "You lousy bitch!" Ollie, who had been the silent 
one shouted and advanced on her with both arms outstretched to grab 
her."  Jazzmon saw him coming with his beer belly leading the way.  She 
pivoted, and brought her right fist up in a massive uppercut with all of 
her 176 pounds behind it.  Her fist ripped into his belly like a runaway 
freight train.  Beer bellies are funny, they are hard on the outside at 
first, but if penetrated, they are soft as mush.  Jazzmon's hard fist 
plowed right through the outer ring of hard tissue, to go deep inside.  
Her mighty punch was nausea inducing and vomit producing as all the beer 
Ollie had consumed came right back up in a near projectile spray.  Ollie 
had been running toward her, adding even more momentum to the brutal 
belly punch.  His eyes bugged out looking as big as saucers as the beer 
and everything else left in his stomach splashed out onto his shirt and 
onto the ground. Also a wad of green looking mucous flew out of his 
nose.   Both of his feet had lifted off the ground as her strong fist 
buried deep in his gut.  Ollie collapsed like a deflated balloon, 
rolling on the sidewalk groaning and holding his violated belly with 
strings of mucous coming out of his nose and mouth.  One punch was all 
it had taken to remove Ollie from the situation.  Jeff was getting back 
to his feet.  "If you don't want what your buddy Ollie got, you better 
get him and get out of here"  Jazzmon said to Jeff.   "I'm gonna hurt 
you now, you bitch whore, then we're gonna take you back in this alley 
and do you." Jeff growled.  He still had one hand reaching around to 
feel his hurting back.  "No bimbo can do that to me!" he continued.   
Slowly he moved toward Jazzmon.  Jeff rushed her and they collided chest 
to chest.  Jazzmon wrapped her powerful arms around him and began to 
squeeze, putting her chin squarely against his chest.  Her powerful body 
flexed as she bore down on him.  Jeff began having trouble breathing, 
and the pain was becoming unbearable in his chest and back.  Jazzmon 
locked her hands behind his back and her knuckles dug into his spine.  
Even at his height, she had lifted him completely off the ground.  She 
could feel his ribs bending as she applied the power.  Jeff was groaning 
but his thrashing around had slowed considerably.  Jazzmon finally 
released  him, and Jeff sank to the ground.  Jazzmon remembered the fist 
fighting video that she had completed a short while ago.  "That looked 
like it would be fun to do it for real." she thought.  She reached down 
and pulled Jeff to his feet.  Now it was his belly's turn to be 
assaulted.  Jazzmon sent her left fist blasting into Jeff's belly.  
TTHHUUDD!!  UUUNNNNHHH!! went Jeff.  Again, with the right. WWHHUUMMPP!!  
OOOHHHH!!  One more time,the left again.   TTHHUUMMPP!!!  OOOOFFFF!!! 
Jeff was racked with agony and nausea was flooding him.  Jazzmon had 
delayed several seconds between each bellybusting punch to allow Jeff 
the time to suffer the full effect of each of them.  Jazzmon thought to 
herself.  "It is fun.  I should do this more often."  Jeff was hunched 
over, holding his aching gut which her hard fists had turned to soft 
mush.  Jazzmon clenched her right hand into a rock-hard ball and sent it 
smashing straight into Jeff's nose.  PPOOWW!!!  She could feel the nose 
break as blood spurted out around her fist and ran down the front of his 
shirt.  His blood now stained his shirt, and ran down both sides of his 
face from his shattered nose.  It was now nearly flat, with the 
cartilage clearly broken causing agonizing pain, causing tears to form 
involuntarily in his eyes and now his smashed nose started to swell. 



 She took hold of his shirt with her left hand to keep him from falling.   
SSMMAASSHH!! Jeff's mouth was her next target and she raised her fist up 
over his head to change the angle of the punch to protect her knuckles. 
Her iron fist tore his upper lip wide open, and buckled two of his front 
teeth back snapping them off at the gum line.  Now her fist beat a 
tattoo against his face.  Cuts and bruises began to appear.  Still she 
pounded away, as she began to feel a sexual tension building toward a 
release as her fist turned Jeff's face to hamburger.  Jazzmon stopped as 
she realized that Jeff was out cold and the only thing holding him up 
was her left hand wrapped in his shirt.  She turned loose of his shirt 
and Jeff fell to the sidewalk.  Blood was pouring from his broken nose 
and his torn lip as well and the hole where his two front teeth had 
been.  Jazzmon leaned down and admired her fistic work.  "That really 
was fun!"  She said to herself."   Her knuckles were skinned, and hurt 
where they had made contact with his teeth, but by punching down at an 
angle into his mouth she had avoided any real damage to her hand.  Some 
of her blood was mingled with Jeff's on her fist.  Ollie was groaning 
still on the sidewalk trying to recover from the monumental belly punch 
he had received.  "I knocked Jeff out, but I don't know which punch did 
it.  Now I want to find out if I can knock Ollie out with one punch." 
she thought.   Jazzmon walked over to the moaning Ollie.  "Hi there, 
Ollie.  I am going to do and experiment and you get to be the guinea 
pig, How about that?"  Ollie couldn't answer, of course.  "Stand up here 
for me." Jazzmon grasped Ollie under his armpits and lifted him to his 
feet.  He was standing with his back to her after the lift.  "Next, you 
have to turn around." she said, grasping Ollie's shoulders and turning 
him to face her.  "Now I have to get your jaw into the right position."  
Ollie still had no idea what was going on.  The pain in his belly was 
still overwhelming, the result of Jazzmon's savage belly punch.  She 
took Ollie's jaw in her left hand and tilted his head to get the proper 
angle that she wanted.  "I'm certainly strong enough to knock him out 
with one punch." she thought as she flexed the biceps of her right arm 
and a huge ball of muscle exploded upward.  After admiring her own 
muscle for a few seconds, Jazzmon turned her attention back to Ollie.  
He was obviously still dizzy and nauseated from the sadistic punch he 
and absorbed in his belly.  Jazzmon set herself and launched her right 
fist in a titanic punch at Ollie's jaw, which was in exactly the 
position she had wanted it, to allow her maximum punching power.  
CCCRRRAAAKKKK!!! Her fist crashed into Ollie's jaw at full power.  
Jazzmon had stepped into the punch to get not only her huge arms an 
shoulders into it, but the power of her muscle laden legs as well.  
Ollie nor his jaw had a chance.  It broke with a loud crack and two 
teeth came flying out of his mouth along with a fine spray of blood.  
Ollie spun around and fell across Jeff's prone body.  Ollie lay there 
with his jaw dangling at a very strange angle.  "Well, he's out and it 
looks like his jaw is broken." Jazzmon said as she gazed down with a 
great feeling of satisfaction at the two unconscious men.  "I'll bet 
they don't bother any more women for a long time!"  The AAA truck came 
around the corner, and pulled up.  The driver looked at the two men.  
"What happened?" he asked.  "They got into a fight and knocked each 
other out." Jazzmon answered.  The AAA man, hooked up her rental car and 
towed it away, stealing glances at the beautiful, powerful woman sitting 
next to him.  He believed her story, that is until he saw the skinned 
knuckles of her right hand tinged with blood.  The driver smiled to 
himself and thought. "Sure, they knocked each other out.  I sure as hell 
would have like to seen her take those two out."