Revenge is Sweet Case 2
By Arby


Jazzmon Radford does not engage in any type of sexual activity 
in any of her sessions.  She does sessions in wrestling 
(competitive, semi-competitive, and fantasy), lifts and carries, 
domination, punching and bellypunching, and fantasy boxing.  She 
is excellent at what she does and her clients always get their 
money's worth.

Revenge is Sweet Case 2

One thing that everyone who knew Harley Sanders could agree on.  
Harley was an asshole.  Not just a run of the mill asshole, but 
a major league, world class asshole.  His latest scheme was a 
beauty.  Harley was passing himself off as a financial advisor 
to the elderly.  To help them preserve the nest egg that they 
had worked so hard to acquire.  To help them invest their money 
is securities that were safe, but that would pay 3-4% more than 
the banks were paying for CDs.  He implied that he was selling 
no risk securities.  As soon as his elderly clients turned their 
money over to him, he cleaned out their accounts and took their 
money for himself.  He generated some false paperwork that 
indicated that the securities that he had invested their money 
in had suddenly gone broke, so they had lost their money.   

Agnes Bethard, Polly Magnum, and Myrtle Griffin, all lived at 
the Stratford Park retirement community.  All three had been 
very comfortable financially.  Each had given a significant 
portion of their estate to Harley Sanders to invest for them 
after hearing a sales presentation he had made at a resident's 
meeting at Stratford Park.  They had received the news that 
their money was lost last week.  The three women were convinced 
that Harley had somehow stolen their money.  They stewed and 
fumed, but the police said there was nothing they could do.  
Investments are risky.  The police had gone to see Harley and he 
had produced the bogus stock reports showing a big loss.  "Hell, 
I even had a lot of my own money invested here.  I've personally 
lost a lot along with them" Harley had claimed.   As far as the 
police were concerned, as they had explained to the ladies, the 
case was closed.   Then Agnes found a short ad in a women's 
magazine she had picked up.  It read "Been cheated, mistreated 
or abused?  No satisfaction from law enforcement?  Contact us, 
we can help. "  The company name, Revenge is Sweet was at the 
bottom of the ad along with a telephone number, and an email 
address.   "Let's give a call, and see if they can do anything 
to help us.    The ladies retired to Agnes' apartment and called 
the phone number.

"Hello" came the answer on the third ring.  "Is this Revenge is 
Sweet" Agnes asked.  "Yes, it is" was the answer from the other 
end.  "We hope you can help us" Agnes said. She stated that they 
lived in Ft. Meyers, Florida.   She then went on to explain 
their problem with Harley Sanders.  "What is your name, honey" 
Agnes asked.  "Call me Jazzmon" said the low voice.   Do you 
have a picture of this Harley Sanders" Jazzmon asked.  "All we 
have is his address and phone number" came the reply.  "My 
service is very special and very expensive" Jazzmon said.  Agnes 
spoke right up.  "We can pay you one thousand dollars plus one 
percent of everything you recover from him."   "How much money 
are we talking about?" Jazzmon wanted to know.   "With all three 
of us added together" Agnes said, "It is over two million 
dollars"  Jazzmon swallowed hard.  twenty thousand is she could 
force Harley Sanders to return the money he had bilked from 
these elderly women.  Jazzmon got the address and phone number 
and said she would contact them when she had something to 
report.   The next day by Federal Express, she received a check 
for one thousand dollars.    She called her contacts to find out 
what she could about Harley Sanders.  She found out he had a 
history of con man schemes.  He had been in prison once and 
arrested several times since then, but no one had been able to 
make the charges stick.  She even found a fairly recent picture 
of him.   Harley was in his mid forties, a fairly big man, with 
white hair, which gave him a rather distinguished look.    he 
was running to fat with a protruding gut, but he dressed in very 
expensive suits which were tailored to hide it.  "This is going 
to be fun" Jazzmon thought as she looked at Harley's picture.   
She checked her schedule.  No trips for sessions planned for two 
weeks.  "This would be the perfect time to go to Ft.  Meyers." 
she thought.  "It is only a two and one half hour drive for me"   
Jazzmon called the Marriott in Ft. Meyers and made a 
reservation.  She packed what she thought she would need for 
this case and left immediately for her destination.  She checked 
in and made two phone calls.   The first was to Harley Sanders.  
When she got him on the phone Jazzmon said  "I have just put my 
mother in Stratford Park.  I need someone here to manage her 
money for her.  The administration at Stratford Park gave me 
your phone number.  Could we get together in the next day or so 
and discuss it?"  Harley was sitting on the edge of his chair.  
"Could you come to my office?" he asked.  "It would be better if 
you could come to my hotel" Jazzmon replied.  They Made an 
appointment for Harley to come and see her at 8:00PM that 
evening.  Jazzmon then called Agnes and filled her in.  "By the 
end of the evening, I hope to have a commitment from him to 
return your money." she told them.  Jazzmon set about preparing 
for Harley Sanders.

Harley was in a very good mood.  Here was a chance for another 
big score.  He would have to generously compensate John Woods 
the administrator at Stratford Park, for sending him another 
pigeon.  John was in on the scam and was handsomely paid for his 
cooperation.  Harley did not know that John knew nothing about 
the mystery person who had called him.  He just knew that by the 
end of the evening he hoped to have his hands on a sizable chunk 
of money from another unsuspecting victim.  "I love this 
business" he exclaimed.

Jazzmon first ordered room service.  She got a steak, baked 
potato and salad.  She ate slowly contemplating what she 
intended to do to Harley that evening.  A little shiver of 
anticipation went through her body just thinking about it.   
After she ate, she took a long hot bath, luxuriating in the tub,  
soaking.   She then proceeded to get dressed.   First she put on 
what she considered her beating outfit.  Shorts with a tight 
halter top.  Over that she put on a long dress, with no sleeves 
leaving her powerful arms and shoulders exposed.  It was 7:25PM 
by the time she finished doing her hair, which she put in a 
single long braid down her back.  She sat down to wait for 
Harley Sanders to arrive.   Promptly at 8:00PM there was a knock 
on her door.  She opened it and greeted Harley.  She recognized 
him immediately from his picture.  She invited him in, and 
offered him a drink from the mini-bar.  Harley had a scotch and 
water.  Jazzmon settled for just a bottled water, not wanting 
anything to affect her thinking or her reaction time for what 
she had planned that evening.   Harley quickly launched into his 
sales presentation and asked how much money was being 
considered.  Jazzmon gave him a dazzling smile.  "Around one 
million dollars" she answered.  Harley swallowed  hard.  This 
could be one of his biggest scores yet.  About thirty minutes 
into the conversation Jazzmon casually asked,"Do you know three 
ladies named Agnes Bethard, Polly Magnum, and Myrtle Griffin?".  
"Why do you ask?" was Harley's reply.   "They certainly seem to 
know you." Jazzmon said.  "Before we discuss my mother any 
further, we should clear up your misunderstanding with these 
three women." she said in a menacing.  "I think I had better be 
going" Harley said.  "In fact we are going to come to an 
agreement tonight on how you are going to repay them"  Jazzmon 
continued as if Harley had not even spoken.  She stood up.  
Harley for the first time realized how big she was.  In her 3 
inch heels she Stood nearly six feet tall, and the sleeveless 
dress emphasized her tiny waist, her wide back, extremely broad 
shoulders and heavily muscled arms.  Harley felt a slight twinge 
of fear as he looked at the big woman standing in front of him.   
Harley stared in amazement as Jazzmon proceeded to unzip her 
dress and slowly remove it.  he was even more surprised when he 
saw she was not standing there in her underwear, but in what she 
considered to be her fighting and beating outfit.  Still she was 
a spectacular sight in her halter top and shorts with her heels 
still on.  "Why did you take off your dress?" Harley asked.  
"Blood" Jazzmon replied.  "Huh?" from Harley.  "Blood" Jazzmon 
repeated.  "Do you have any idea how hard it is to get blood out 
of the material in that dress?" she asked.  Harley now had a 
confused look on his face.  "It is darn near impossible, so I 
have to take precautions not to get blood on it."  Harley stood 
up, he and Jazzmon were almost nose to nose, because she didn't 
back up when he stood up.   "What the hell are you talking 
about, blood?"  "Your blood, of course, my dear Harley.  Oh, I 
can see you are confused about this.  Let me explain.  I have 
been retained by these three ladies to get their money back.  
Now I am going to give you a chance right now to give it back 
with out me having to hurt you.  However, if you don't agree to 
return their money in full, I am going to beat you to a pulp, at 
which time you would agree to anything to get me to stop beating 
you, so why not save yourself a lot of pain and suffering and 
give me their money?"
"You are one crazy bitch, lady.  I'm gettin' the hell out of 
here right now!" Harley said.  As he stepped forward, he stepped 
right into Jazzmon's right fist which buried itself deep in his 
soft gut.  When Harley had stepped forward so had Jazzmon.  She 
had torqued her shoulders and hips to drive her fist forward 
with all the power her strong body could generate.  Harley 
thought her fist was going all the way through him and hit his 
backbone as it sank far into his flabby middle.  UUUNNNHHH!! was 
all that would come out of his mouth, as he folded up at the 
middle around her punishing fist.  He started to fall forward, 
but Jazzmon caught him, his limp body trapped against her large 
breasts.  Almost gently she held him for a few seconds.  Harley 
could feel her body rotate then he felt another explosion of 
agony in the pit of his stomach as her hard fist slammed in 
again.  OOOHHHH!!!  was all he could get out.  Now Jazzmon held 
him there with his head on her left shoulder and continued to 
pump that stony right fist into his belly over and over.   
TTHHUUDD!!!  OOOUUUFFFF!!!  WWHHUUMMPP!!!   AAAAGGGHHH!!!   
TTHHUUMMPP!!  UUUGGGGHHH!!!  With each devastating belly punch, 
Harley's head would rise up off Jazzmon's shoulder and collapse 
back down on it.    With each ferocious punch Jazzmon could feel 
herself getting wetter and wetter.   After about ten of these 
gutbusters,  She lowered Harley to his knees.  He was gagging 
and trying very hard not to vomit.  He was also trying very hard 
to breath.  He felt like his breathing apparatus had been 
paralyzed.  Jazzmon dropped her shorts.  She entwined her 
fingers in Harley's hair and slammed his face into her crotch.   
"Take care of me Harley and I might go easier on you.  Get your 
mouth and tongue to work"  Harley seeing he and no choice 
reluctantly went to work, licking and sucking.  After a few 
minutes a monster climax hit Jazzmon.   Then she shoved Harley 
away from her.  She paused for a few minutes to allow each of 
them to regain their breath.  "One more chance Harley," she 
said.  "Are you ready to give back the money?"  "Fuck you, 
whore" was Harley's answer.  Jazzmon's eyes narrowed.  "You 
should have not called me that." she growled.  "Now what I did 
to your belly was nothing compared to what I am going to do to 
you face.  When I finish with it, even you own mother would have 
trouble recognizing you!"  Harley was still on his knees.  
Jazzmon turned his face up so she could see it and smashed her 
fist directly into his nose.  KKRRAAKK!!  then again  KRRAAKK!!  
she could feel it break under her savage fist.  Blood was 
running freely down his face. "That is step one." Jazzmon said.  
"Step two coming up."  POW!!!  Now her fist smashed into his eye 
and then the cheekbone just under it.  Again and again she 
pounded her fist down into his face battering it to a mass of 
soft, bloody tissue on that side of his face.  "You should have 
agreed to pay up."  She said.  "Step three is back to the 
middle."  Her hard knuckles drove straight down into his upper 
lip, tearing and splitting it as it was smashed against his 
teeth.  Blood from the mangled lip blended with the blood from 
his nose and cheek to form a river of red running down his face.  
Harley was groaning.   Jazzmon continued her assault on his 
mouth.  Soon teeth were being knocked out or broken off as she 
blasted away.  Now there were more holes where teeth had been 
than teeth in his brutalized mouth.  "God I love this" Jazzmon 
said out loud.  Harley felt like twenty penny nails were being 
driven into his face with a sledgehammer.  But the only 
sledgehammer around was Jazzmon's rock hard fist.  It was hammer 
enough.  Harley had remained conscious through all this, which 
was astounding.  He was suffering the kind of beating that would 
turn the stomach of even the most hardened observer, but still 
was awake. "On to step four" Jazzmon said.  She switched hands, 
but her left fist proved to be just as brutal as her right as 
she hammered his right eye and cheekbone.  Soon both eyes would 
be closed and he would be unable to see.   "Step five is back to 
the beginning" Jazzmon announced.  She hauled Harley to his feet 
and propped him up against the wall.  She started alternating 
left and rights ripping wind sucking, vicious punches into his 
already battered belly.  Each murderous belly punch seemed to 
sink in deeper than the one before.  Harley was beyond reacting 
now.  it was like punching a pillow Jazzmon decided as her fists 
turned his guts to mush.  After the fifteenth gut wrenching 
piledriver, she stopped.  She wasn't sure which punch had done 
it, but Harley was no longer conscious.  Jazzmon realized that 
once again she had been getting wetter and wetter with each 
succeeding gutbuster.  "I'm not supposed to react like this" she 
said to herself.  She took her Polaroid camera out and snapped 
pictures of Harley's wrecked face.  "The ladies will be happy to 
see this."She went into the bathroom and filled the ice bucket 
that was in the room with water.   She brought it in and dumped 
it on Harley.  he sputtered as he came around.   "Harley, you 
have two choices" she said to him.  "I can just keep beating on 
you until I get tired, or you can give the ladies their money 
back, and I'll leave you alone.  Which is it going to be?"   
"Don't hurt me anymore, please" Harley pleaded.  "I'll do 
whatever you want.  Just don't hit me again."  Jazzmon went into 
the hallway to the ice machine.  She filled the bucket with ice 
and brought it back to the room.  Harley had not moved from his 
position on the floor.  Jazzmon wrapped the ice in towels and 
placed them on his face and eyes.  She also put one on his 
battered belly.  "Why didn't you save yourself this beating and 
give back the money when I asked you to.  I told you what would 
happen if you didn't agree"  You will stay here tonight, and 
tomorrow morning we will go get the money." she said.  "And 
don't try to leave, I'm a light sleeper and a heavy hitter, as 
you have already found out the hard way." continued.  Harley 
just moaned.   Jazzmon lay down on the bed.  She catnapped 
throughout the night, waking up frequently, checking on Harley 
who hadn't moved.  When morning arrived she tried to clean him 
up as much as possible, but he still looked like a train wreck.  
When they got to his brokerage house they must have been a 
strange sight.  Tall attractive black woman with a battered 
looking white man who was taking over two million dollars out of 
his account.  Harley got the money.  When they reached the 
parking lot he handed it to Jazzmon.  "Who tipped you off to 
which of these old ladies had a lot of money?" she demanded.  
Harley gave her John's name.  "I think I'll pay John a little 
visit and leave him a small reminder from the ladies." Jazzmon 
told him.  As she had the money she faced Harley.  "One last 
thing, Harley" she said.  She had put down the briefcase holding 
the cash as she spoke.  Suddenly she ripped her left fist deep 
in Harley's belly.  As he folded up, her right fist streaked 
upward in a powerhouse uppercut designed to take his head off.  
CCCRRRAAAKKK!!! the titanic punch rocketed into Harley's chin 
lifting him up in the air and dumping him over on his back.  
Jazzmon looked down with great satisfaction at the unconscious 
man, and got in her car.  She drove to Stratford Park and gave 
the money to the three happy ladies.  They counted out Jazzmon's 
share right there and gave it to her.  She told them about 
John's involvement and decided to let them report him to 
Stratford Park's corporate headquarters.  Jazzmon also gave them 
the pictures of the battered and beaten Harley.  She got in her 
car and headed back toward Orlando, thinking "This is a great 
idea.  twenty one thousand dollars for one job.   That is 
fantastic!".