Revenge is sweet
By Arby


Jazzmon sighed and sat back in her chair.  She had just finished 
placing small, but pointed ads in multiple women's publications 
for her new company.  Revenge is Sweet was the name of it.  She 
had come to the conclusion that there were many women who were 
mistreated in one way or the other, and would love to get even 
if only they knew how to go about it.  Jazzmon was offering them 
a way to seek revenge through her company.  For a fee, she or 
one of the women she had gotten to agree to work with her as 
independent contractors on a case by case basis, would listen to 
the alleged wrong, decide if punishment was justified, and then 
administer it.  By her definition punishment was purely 
physical.  Most of these scumbags deserved a good beating, and 
that is what they would get.  The severity would be determined 
by a couple of factors.  First, what was the offense and second 
how much would the offended woman pay.  After all, this was a 
business, not a charity.  She had even put her ad on a few 
women's groups websites. It read "Been abused or mistreated?  
Get no satisfaction from law enforcement agencies?  Maybe we can 
help, contact Jazzmon.  Her phone number and e-mail address 
followed.  She had lined up a few women across the country who 
were willing to participate if the price was right.  She would 
take a comission of 20 percent for obtaining the contract, and 
pay the woman 80 percent.  The price would be determined by the 
extent of the action that was required or requested.  Her only 
requirement was that it be a legimate case.  She were not in 
business just to beat up men, even if they were falsely accused.  

Four days had passed and nothing had happened.  "This was 
probably a bad idea" she thought as she sat down that afternoon 
to check her e-mail.  She had set up a special e-mail account on 
one of the free services just for this project.  She had a ton 
of e-mail on her regular service from men inquiring about 
sessions.  He business had really increased since she had added 
punching scenarios and fantasy boxing to her session list.   She 
finished answering the session e-mail and clicked on to the 
Revenge is Sweet account.  There was a message there, the first 
of many she hoped.  It was from a woman in Ft. Lauderdale, 
Florida inquiring about the service.  Jazzmon quickly fired off 
an answer outlining what services she would provide, a sample 
price, and asked if the woman would be interested in the 
service.   She was surprised by the speed of the reply, with it 
coming in in less than an hour offering to meet her price.  
Jazzmon e-mailed back asking now for the particulars of the case 
and suggesting a phone call to discuss the situation.  Again, 
less than an hour later, her phone rang.  It was the woman from 
Ft. Lauderdale.  "This is Suzanne, from Ft. Lauderdale" the 
woman said.  Jazzmon asked her to outline the situation.  She 
had been stood up on her wedding day, left at the alter, and now 
her ex was going out with her former best friend, whom he had 
started secretly seeing when Suzanne had introduced them.  He 
was even demanding his engagement ring back.  "I want you to 
beat up both of them."  Suzanne with the hurt and anger readily 
apparent in her voice.  "We usually don't do women," Jazzmon 
said, but in this case, I'll make an exception."  They agreed on 
a price.  Jazzmon told Suzanne to mail her a noney order for the 
full amount, along with pictures, addresses, both home and work 
of each of the potential victims.  Suzanne agreed.   

Three days later a package arrived for Jazzmon.  It contained a 
postal money order for two thousand dollars, and two pictures.  
The first was of Annie Chisolm.  She was tall, blonde, very 
attractive, with big blue eyes.  Her height was listed as 5' 9" 
which was an inch taller than Jazzmon.  Her weight was down as 
145 pounds.  Suzanne had included a note, that Annie works out a 
lot, and when Suzanne had confronted her, Annie had punched he 
and knocked he down, giving Suzanne a black eye in the process.  
Next was Robert (Rob) Dillon.   He was a manager with a large 
CPA firm,   His stats were listed at 6'1"  and 190 pounds.   He 
was a good looking man with a crooked smile and an aquline nose.  
he looked like an ex athlete who was now slightly out of shape 
as the slight bulge around his middle indicated.   Jazzmon 
considered giving this to one of the women who lived in the Ft. 
Lauderdale area, but since it was the first job for Revenge is 
Sweet, she decided to do it herself.    As she made that 
decision, her body began to pulse with anticipation.  She would 
finally be able to use her newly acquired boxing skills.  She 
was a little concerned about the woman, Annie.  She usually 
would not fight other women, but Annie appeared to be a real 
predator, preying on her best friend Suzanne's fiancee.  She 
deserved what ever she got.  She would at least get a black eye 
to match the one she gave Suzanne, Jazzmon decided.  

The next day Jazzmon drove to Ft. Lauderdale from her home in 
Orlando.  It was about a three hour trip.  She was still trying 
to decide the best way to go about carrying out her assignment, 
to take them singly or together.   She checked in to a motel.  
She needed a base of operations and this would provide it.  The 
first thing she did was call Suzanne and report in, letting her 
know that Jazzmon was in Ft. Lauderdale and ready to carry out 
her contract.  The first thing she needed to do was find out if 
Annie and Rob had any established patterns.  Annie worked in a 
bank.  Jazzmon staked out the bank.  When she saw Annie come 
out, she followed her.  Annie drove to a gym, parked her car and 
went in.  Jazzmon made a note of the name of the gym.  As Annie 
entered the weights area,  Jazzmon entered and inquired about a 
membership.  The young man working there could see that Jazzmon 
was no stranger to working out, and offered to give her 6 free 
sessions to try out the faciliteis.  Jazzmon took him up on the 
offer and volunteered to come back the next day to start the 
free workouts.She watched as Annie blasted her way through her 
workout,  "Not bad,"  Jazzmon thought.  But she knew that Annie 
was giving away 30 pounds of muscle to her.  "This will be 
stricly no contest" Jazzmon thought.   She followed Annie after 
she left the gym.  Annie had showered and changed clothes there.  
She drove to a very fashionable restaurant and met Rob, there.  
It was obvious that he had come directly from work.  They held 
hands, mooned around each other, and carried on like two lovers 
should during dinner.  Jazzmon had quietly gone into the 
restaurant, gotten a table where she could watch them, and had a 
quiet dinner herself.  They left the restaurant and took a 
stroll down by the intercostal waterway, watching the yachts 
going by.  Jazzmon knew when she would strike.  She could feel 
the adernalin surge through her body as she decided that she 
would make her hit the following evening.   If they followed a 
similar pattern,  She would make her move as they took their 
after dinner walk.  She flollowed them back to Rob's place.  He 
had a house on the water,  This would also be a good place to 
strike as it was isolated from the houses on either side by very 
tall hedges.  Jazzmon drove back to her hotel and immediately 
called Suzanne., and outlined her plan.  "This is your last 
chance to cancel this contract.  I can keep my expenses and 
return the rest of your money. "  She could hear Suzanne sobbing 
on the other end of the line.  "Those two ruined my life, made 
me a laughingstock.  If I were capable of doing this, I would do 
it myself.  If you do not wish to uphold your contract you can 
return my money and go home.  I'll find someone else to do it."  
Jazzmon was excited by the prospect of beating up the two 
cheaters, so she said. "No, you misunderstood me.  I was only 
giving you a chance to change your mind if you wanted to.  I'll 
carry out the plan tomorrow night.  I'll even take some color 
polaroid photos for you when it is over as proof that I have 
done what you are paying for." Jazzmon quickly said.  She hung 
up the phone and began shadow boxing.  Her powerful body sent 
her fists whistling through the air.  She continued to work hard 
at it,  jab, hook, cross, uppercut.  She went through a whole 
array of vicious looking punches.   She looked in the mirror at 
her now bulging muscles, held up her fist and said "I sure 
wouldn't want to get hit with this."  She took a shower and went 
to bed.  

The next day she slept in.  She got up, dressed and drove to the 
gym.  She took advantage of the free workout today, working her 
arms, shoulders, and back.  The muscles bunched and rippled 
under her skin as she pushed the iron.  Curls with 50 pound 
dumbbells, kickbacks with 40's and shoulder presses with 85's.   
A lot of the men in the gym had stopped and were watching her in 
awe.  Jazzmon worked up a good sweat during the workout, her 
skin glistening with perspiration.  she showered and left, with 
many of the gym's occupants still staring at her as she left.  
She ate a big lunch, knowing she could not eat again until that 
evening's work was done.  She went back to her motel and took a 
nap.  She awakened at 4:30PM.  Jazzmon carefully selected her 
clothing for that evening.  A black halter top, and a black mini 
skirt.  That left her big shoulders and arms exposed and showed 
off her thin waistline as well.  She put on three inch heels.  
She had no trouble doing this in heels, she could even run at a 
full sprint in them if necessary.  The heels made her muscular 
thighs bunch and flex as she walked.  She was indeed an imposing 
figure as she prepared to leave.  Jazzmon got in her car and 
drove to the bank where Annie worked.  She did not have long to 
wait, as Annie exited the building and got in her car.  This 
time Annie drove straight to the gym again.  Her routine was 
set, Jazzmon thought.  Annie finished her workout, showered and 
drove to the waterfront area again.  Once again she met Rob, and 
they headed for a different restaurant.  Jazzmon followed them, 
this time however she stayed in her car, waiting for them to 
finish dinner and come out.  About two hours later Annie and Rob 
emerged from the restaurant.  Once more they strolled hand in 
hand toward the intercostal waterway.  Jazzmon got out of her 
car and followed them.  "This place is perfect," she thought.  
She let her thoughts turn to poor Suzanne and what these two had 
done to her, and Jazzmon could feel a rage start to build inside 
her, directed at the two lovers.  Slowly she started to approach 
them.  She could feel the power surging through her body.  Her 
anticipation began to build.  She could almost already feel her 
fists smashing into her intended victims.  As she got within 
twenty yards of them, two men suddenly appeared carrying fishing 
gear.  The men stopped about fifty yards from Annie and Rob and 
sat on the seawall, and threw their lines into the water.  
"Damn" thought Jazzmon.  With her dark skin and dark clothing 
she blended into the shadows.  Quickly she reversed her path and 
went back to her car.  Knowing in advance where they would be 
going Jazzmon drove to Rob' s house.  She parked her car down 
the block,  walked to the house and walked up to the front door.  
It was locked.  She left her purse in the car.  The only thing 
she carried was a polaroid camera. Jazzmon noticed that the 
front light flooded most of the front yard with light.  After a 
trip around the house to make sure it was unoccupied, she took a 
paito chair from the back and brought it around front.  She took 
off her shoes and stood on the patio chair.  She removed the 
globe and unscrewed the light bulb, then replaced the globe.  
Now the entire front yard was flooded with light, but it was 
moonlight.  It was bright enough for Jazzmon to see, but not 
bright enough to make identification easy.  She sat in the patio 
chair to wait.  In about thirty minutes, she saw too cars turn 
into the street and move toward Rob's house.  Both cars turned 
into the driveway, and pulled up to the garage, parking side by 
side in front of the garage door.  As they got out of the car, 
Jazzmon heard Rob say "I thought I left the front light on.  I 
guess  the bulb burned out."   As they neared the front door 
they could see Jazzmon sitting in the patio chair in front of 
them.  She made no move to get up.  Rob stopped a few feet away 
from her.  "Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here"   
Jazzmon smiled at him.  "I have a present for you."  she said.  
"Are you Rob and Annie?" she asked.   "Of course, we are.  If 
you know this is my house, then you must know who we are.  You 
are sure a dumb bitch." Rob said.  Jazzmon stood up to her full 
height.  With the three inch heels she was 5'11", almost as tall 
as Rob.  "I told you I have a present for you." she said.  "Have 
you had dinner?" she asked.   "Yes we have, but what does that 
have to do wi-AAAAAGGGHHH" he lost the rest of his air with an 
explosive groan as Jazzmon had stepped forward and drove her 
hard right fist deep in his belly.  The vicious punch lifted him 
up in the air.  He appeared to be balanced on Jazzmon's fist for 
a brief second before he crumpled to the ground clutching his 
violated belly.  "That is from Suzanne, and we are only getting 
started." Jazzmon said to him in a conversational tone.  Annie 
turned and started to run.  "Where are you goin's sweetheart" 
Jazzmon said and took off after her.   She caught Annie just 
before she reached the cars and tackled her dragging both of 
them to the grass.   "Suzanne included you in her gift, too" 
Jazzmon said to her as she sat on Annie's gut.  "Get off me you 
big ape!" Annie shouted.  Ape was the wrong thing to call 
Jazzmon.  Slowly, deliberately she drew back her right fist.  
She could see the fear in Annie's eyes as she struggled in vain 
to unseat the big woman.  "176 pounds of muscle, little girl."  
Jazzmon whispered to her.  Annie watched Jazzmon's fist in 
morbid fascination.  She could see the bulge of her biceps as 
her big right arm held the fist behind her head.  "Now it's 
payback time for you, baby" Jazzmon said.  She sent that rock 
hard fist crashing into Annie's left eye.  Annie's head snapped 
around to her right in reaction to the punch.   Jazzmon had felt  
very solid contact as her fist slammed into Annie's eye.  
"Suzanne said you gave her one of these" Jazzmon said to Annie.  
The eye was already swelling, and soon would be closed and 
discolored.   Now Jazzmon loaded up her potent looking left 
fist.  Once again Annie could see the biceps swell and bunch as 
Jazzmon cocked that hard fist.  She held it for just a second, 
letting Annie see what was coming.  Fear and panic were 
reflected in Annie's good eye.   SSMMAASSHH!!  That powerful 
left fist made contact with Annie" right eye with a loud crack.  
Annie's head whipped to her left this time.  Her right eye would 
match her left, shortly.  Both of them would be swollen shut and 
be colored black and purple.  Jazzmon got to her feet and locked 
the fingers of her left hand in the front of Annie's dress.  
Jazzmon could feel the bra underneath the dress.  She locked her 
fingers inside it and lifted Annie to her feet with one quick 
pull.  To Annie, even with all the pain she was in, it was an 
amazing feat of strength.  Annie was on her feet, but Jazzmon 
retained her grip with her left hand.  "Do you know why you are 
getting this?" Jazzmon asked her.  Annie did not answer.  
"Answer me!" Jazzmon demanded and drove her right fist into 
Annie's belly.   OOOOFFF!! went Annie, and she started to gag.  
Jazzmon stepped back, and Annie vomited up her expensive dinner 
onto the grass.  "One more for you, from Suzanne."  Jazzmon 
said.  She brought her left fist around in a picture perfect 
left hook which crashed into Annie's jaw.  Annie went flying 
back and landed on her back.  She was beyond feeling any more 
pain as she was out cold. "Damn, I was just getting warmed up." 
Jazzmon said looking down at the unconscious woman.  
"UUUNNNHHHH" she heard a moan coming from where Rob was still 
rolling on the grass holding his stomach.  Jazzmon walked slowly 
over to Rob.  She looked down at the man who was in obvious 
agony.  He was clutch his belly and still moaning softly.  "I 
guess that was a pretty good punch."  Jazzmon said.  "That was 
compliments of Suzanne, you two-timing scumbag.  Now you are 
going to get the rest of your beating."   The words didn't seem 
to register with the pain ridden man.  Jazzmon took his hair in 
her fingers.  "Up you go, sweetie" she said to him.  She knew 
that Suzanne wanted him marked up pretty badly, so she first 
decided to break his nose.  Rob now tried to get away, managing 
to break her grip and stumble, still hunched over, toward his 
car.  Jazzmon watched him for a few seconds then sprinted ahead 
and was leaning against his car when he finally arrived there.  
"Come on, I'm giving you a chance to fight back." she said to 
him.   Rob took a wild swing with his right which Jazzmon 
blocked with her left arm.  She then drove that lethal right 
fist deep in his pudgy belly again.  She got all 176 pounds into 
the savage gutbuster.   This time Rob could not contain himself 
as his dinner came out in a projectile spray.  He dropped to his 
knees then pitched face first into his own vomit and passed out.   
Jazzmon stood there for a bit, then picked up her camera.  First 
she went over to Annie.  She took a shot of Annie's face with 
both eyes now completely closed from the swelling, and a lovely 
shade of purple all around it.  Jazzmon even took a shot of 
Annies vomit.  The unconscious woman didn't even move during the 
picture taking.

 Next she moved back over to Rob.  She took a shot of him face 
down in his own puke, then propped his head up and took a shot 
of his face covered with his own refuse while he was still 
obviously out cold.  Jazzmon put down the camera and pulled 
Rob's  Shirttail out.   She wiped his face off with it, removing 
the remnants of his puke from his face.  Rob was coming around 
by this time.  "W-W-What a-are y-you doing?" he stammered.  
"Cleaning off your face." Jazzmon answered.  "I don't want to 
get your puke on my fists." she continued.  Before Rob could say 
anything else,  Jazzmon pulled him to his feet.  She released 
him and Rob immediately but both hands to his damaged belly, 
still moaning softly.  "W-Why a-are you doing this to me?" he 
asked.

"I represent Suzanne, remember her, you sleezeball?" was her 
answer.  "You are going to learn what it means to insult and 
demean and embarrass someone like her" Jazzmon said.  Suddenly 
she drove her left fist straight into his nose, she could feel 
it give, but not break,  so she repeated the punch, but harder 
this time.  SSNNAAPP!! went the cartiledge and blood spewed out 
from his busted beak.  Under her powerful punch his aquline nose 
folded up like an accordion.  It would probably never be 
straight again without extensive reconstructive surgery.   Rob 
forgot all about the pain is his belly as white hot shards of 
pain shot through his face from his broken nose.  Very carefully 
Jazzmon dotted each of his eyes first with her left fist, then 
her right.  Now he and Annie would have a matched pair of 
beautiful shiners.  "I really like this," Jazzmon thought.  "I 
should have gotten into this kind of work a long time ago."  She 
could feel her self beginning to get wet as she continued Rob's 
punishment.  Her fists smashed his face like twin hammers, 
tearing the skin, bruising, breaking. as she felt one of his 
cheekbones crumble under her stony fist.  His face began to 
resemble an impressionist painting, all red and black and blue.  
Now his face felt soft as mush as her fist slammed into it, 
still Jazzmon kept pounding away.  Now she was systematically 
breaking out his teeth with her brutal fists.  Rob barely hung 
to consciousness by a slim thread.  Jazzmon turned her attention 
to his pudgy belly again, sinking punch after cruel punch up to 
the wrist in his soft gut.  Rob was gagging but there was 
nothing left to come up.  He had started out crying and begging, 
but now the only sound he made was UUUNNNHHH!! as her savage 
fists sank into his broken face and body.  At last Jazzmon 
stopped.  She stepped back and set herself for one last mighty 
punch.  She launched her right fist with all the power of her 
muscular body getting her legs, hips and shoulders into it as 
her fist exploded on Rob's jaw with a loud KKKRRRAAACCCKKK!!!  
More teeth and blood came out in a heavy spray, and Rob spun 
around and flew through the air, to land on his face in the 
grass, unconscious.  Jazzmon picked up her camera.  She took a 
picture of Rob as he sprawled unconscious.  Then she dragged him 
over to the patio chair and propped him up in it.  She took 
closeups of his battered and broken face, with both eyes closed, 
face sunken in where the cheekbone had crumbled, split lips 
broken nose and two shots with his mouth open showing the broken 
and shattered teeth.  "Suzanne should be happy with this." 
Jazzmon said.  She took one last look at the two battered and 
broken cheaters and walked slowly out of the yard.  "The only 
problem is that this make me very horny."  Jazzmon said to 
herself as she walked to her car.

The next day she gave the pictures to Suzanne at her house.  
Suzanne was thrilled with the destruction that Jazzmon had 
rained upon both Annie and Rob.  "Wait here for a minute." she 
said.  She left the room.  She returned in just a few minutes.   
She had five hundred dollars in her hand.  "Take this." she 
said.  "After seeing those pictures, it is a bonus for a job 
well done." she said.  "I think both of them will think a long 
time before they try anything like that again." Suzanne said.  
Jazzmon shook hands with her, they hugged and Jazzmon drove back 
to Orlando.
 When she got home she turned on her computer.  She opened up 
the Revenge is Sweet e-mail.  There were four messages there.  
"This could be the start of a great business" she thought as she 
looked at her slightly skinned knuckles on her right hand.  She 
opened the first message and started reading.