The Road Trip Part 3 By Arby New Orleans, The Big Easy, The Queen of the Delta. The French Quarter, Bourbon Street, Canal Street, jazz, Cajun and Creole cooking. Wide open, anything goes, everything available that you want just for the asking. A city that knows how to party and have a good time. The tourist stood on the balcony of the hotel room looking out over the city. The only thing wrong was the heat and humidity. The temperature was 93 degrees and the humidity in excess of 90 percent. The woman stepped back inside the hotel room and chose her clothing appropriately for the weather. A sleeveless blue dress, tapered in the middle emphasizing her slim waist. She looked in the mirror. "I don't want to scare any one off." she thought so she threw a lightweight matching cardigan sweater over her shoulders and arms, wanting to cover them up, even in the heat. The dress was short enough to make her legs look long and sexy, but long enough to cover her large, muscular thighs. She left the hotel and decided to walk to the French Quarter which was close by. All tourists were warned about the thieves and muggers that frequented the area, but this tourist seemed unfazed by that. She set out with a long, athletic stride, for an evening of fun and relaxation. She was passing through an area that was not as well lighted when two men materialized out of an alley, and stood right in front of her. "Well, Well, Well! What have we here. Freddie, we done found ourselves a real prize, a real beauty queen." "Willie, you're right. This one we can fuck after we take her money." The one called Freddie produced a wicked looking knife and said. "Lady if you don't want me to cut you right here, git yur ass back in this alley!" The woman calmly looked over the two punks. They were both fairly small men, dressed shabbily, with the look of having been losers all their lives. The knife, however, looked new and very deadly. The woman let herself be escorted into the alley. Willie moved toward her. "Hand over your purse, toots. If you have a lot of money and give us a real good fuck, we might not cut you!" he said. His rod was already standing at attention. The woman reached out to hand the purse to Willie when suddenly her foot shot out and slammed into his groin with a sickening thud. Willie groaned and rolled up in a ball on the alley floor clutching his wounded testicles. Freddie, regaining his composure, said "You bitch! Now I'm gonna slice you up! We're still gonna fuck your raw and take your money, but then I'm gonna cut your tits off!". He leaped at the woman with the knife in his right hand. He slashed at her, nicking her hand as she jumped back to avoid the knife. The woman glanced down at the small cut running across the back of her hand. She said nothing, just looked straight at Freddie. After a staring contest that lasted less than a minute but seemed much longer the woman said "Now you're in trouble. Now you've pissed me off.". Freddie leaped at her again. She stepped inside the arc of the knife and blocked it with her left arm. To Freddie, it felt like hitting a limb on an oak tree, it was big, hard, and didn't budge. She reached across with her right hand and grasped the wrist of his knife hand. Now using her blocking arm as a base she snapped the knife hand down across it. Freddie's wrist broke with a loud snap and the knife fell from his nerveless fingers. The woman retained her grip on his arm and whipped him face first into the brick wall of the alley. Freddie's face hit it , and he bounced back falling on the alley's asphalt floor. There was a big cut on his forehead, his nose was bleeding and there was a big gash on his chin. He looked up at the woman with fear in his eyes for the first time. She took hold of his shirt and pulled Freddie to his feet. The woman slammed him back against the alley wall. Willie was beginning to stir around so the woman briefly released Freddie, pivoted and kicked Willie's head like a field goal kicker trying to win the game with a fifty yard kick. Willie flipped over, and lay still. The woman turned her attention back to Freddie. "This is your lucky day, asshole! Normally I would bust you up good, but I don't want to get your blood all over my new dress. So instead of turning your face into hamburger, I'm going to give you a quick demonstration in gut punching. You look awfully soft to me. I think I'll have a little bet with myself , which will you do first, puke or pass out? And don't try to run. If I have to chase you, I'll be even more pissed and your beating will be much worse." While she was explaining the facts of life to Freddie in her low, musical, voice, the woman removed the cardigan she was wearing and carefully placed it on some boxes that were stacked nearby. When she turned back to Freddie he gasped in disbelief. He knew now he was in deep trouble. Freddie had never seen muscles like hers in his entire life, male or female. Her shoulders were two boulders that sprouted from the armholes of her dress. The redhead smiled and flexed for him. "This is why you're in a lot of trouble!" she growled. Her biceps were beyond anything he had ever seen. Large as honeydew melons, with splits right across the tops. Prominent blue veins ran across the peaks of her biceps and a network of them crisscrossed her thick forearms like so many rivers but carrying blood instead of water, the blue veins clearly visible against her white skin. He noticed the contradictions her appearance presented. Shining flame red hair hanging down over her shoulders. She had a beautiful face, with a sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose that seemed much more suited to a fashion magazine covergirl than the muscular phenomenon that faced him. How could a woman this beautiful have muscles like that? Now he realized how big she was. In the heels she was still wearing she towered several inches over him. She held up a fist under his nose that Freddie thought looked as big as a Volkswagen. "I think it's about time for our little demonstration to begin." she said still in a low, soft voice. "No, lady, please. Let me go, I really wasn't goin' to cut you, I just wanted to scare yo-- UUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!!!" His words were cut off as the big fist the woman had just shown him smashed deep into his belly. He loudly expelled all the air in his lungs as her fist plunged far inside him. Before he could even begin to recover, the woman's fist ripped up into his tender gut again. He was overcome by waves of pain and nausea. He started to crumple to the ground, but the woman grabbed his shirt keeping him upright. Two more vicious blasts from her big right fist bombarded his belly. He was no longer able to fight off the nausea that started deep down in his gut and rose up to his throat. He began regurgitating everything in his stomach. The redhead evidently had experience in this situation because as Freddie first began to gag she released her grip on his shirt and stepped back so that the vile looking and smelling fluid that poured out of his mouth splashed harmlessly on the asphalt and not on her. Freddie slumped to his knees and continued heaving until there was nothing left to come up. He looked up and to his horror the big redhead was reaching for him again. "I win! I bet that you would puke first, and my prize is that I get to keep punching your fat gut." This time her fingers entwined in his hair, dragging him to his feet. "PPlease lady, don't hurt me anymore." he pleaded. Freddie was helpless. He was in severe pain. and he was still nauseated from the brutal pounding that his belly had taken so far. Now the woman had just told him she wasn't finished. If he was expecting any mercy from the gorgeous redhead he was out of luck. "You have to learn not to be pulling knives on innocent people like me." she said amused at her own inside joke. "We're going to continue our gut punching demonstration a little bit longer. I have to make sure that you've learned your lesson. For your information, gutting comes in two steps. The first is puking which you have done and the other is passing out, getting knocked unconscious which you are about to do." Freddie was in a panic, he didn't think his belly could take any more punishment without sustaining serious damage. He was in such agony he could barely focus enough to speak. "Lady, please. I promise I'll never do that again. I was all Willie's ide OOOHHHH!!". Once again she cut off his pleading with a vicious belly blast. This time she changed hands so it was her left fist that sank up to the wrist in his soft gut. When the next vicious left penetrated his belly, he thought it must have gone all the way through him it hurt so bad. His abdominal muscles began to spasm. Freddie would have puked again if there was anything left in his stomach to come up. As it was he just gagged and had the dry heaves. The redhead jammed her big thigh between his legs to hold him in place and began a barrage of brutal smashes to his gut with both fists. Each savage blow was so powerful that it lifted his feet off the ground. He let out a loud moan each time her big fist penetrated far into the flabby flesh of his gut. The redhead was obviously enjoying her work because she had a big, nearly orgasmic smile on her face as she shredded his gut with her hard fists. Freddie probably lost consciousness after about the seventh or eighth gut plundering smash, since the moaning stopped, but the woman was oblivious to his condition and kept it up for several more punches. The only sound in the alley was the thud of her fists hammering Freddie's belly. It was as if she was enjoying this so much that she couldn't force herself to quit. She had always loved the feel of her fists smashing into anyone stupid enough to cross her. Freddie was no more than a punching bag to her at this point. At last she stepped back seemingly satisfied, and let his badly battered body fall to the asphalt. Dark red blood was seeping out of both sides of his mouth. Her savage battering had damaged at least some of his internal organs causing the bleeding. When she saw that, her smile became ever wider. "I love gut punching out of shape slobs like you." she said. There was no doubt that even though she was beautiful this redhead had a mean streak a mile wide. She found the knife and putting her foot on the blade, snapped it off right at the hilt. "You won't be using this on anybody else." she said to the two men even though neither of them was capable of hearing her. "That will teach you not to screw with Rusty Walters! Thanks for the workout, punks. I need to do that every so often. The only problem is that beating up assholes makes me very horny." The woman could feel the wetness that had developed between her legs as she had brutalized Freddie's gut with her fists. She strode out of the alley without another glance at her two unconscious victims and headed for Bourbon street and an evening of fun and games. As she exited the alley, Rusty noticed that despite her best efforts some damage had been done to her dress. While she had avoided getting a lot of blood on it by gut punching Freddie into a battered, unconscious pile of flesh, his knife thrusts had produced a few slashes in the material and when she had pinned him with her shoulder some blood and mucous from his mouth had dribbled on the front of her dress. Rusty did an about face and headed back to her hotel, needing to change after all before going out for the night. When she entered the hotel lobby, she saw that a gambling expedition was being organized at the hotel. While Louisiana had no legalized gambling, Mississippi had both riverboat gambling and casinos. On a whim, Rusty signed up to go. It was a short trip just across the state line, and the bus, a state of the art piece of transportation was equipped with television sets, music, and a bar. It was paid for by the casinos to entice tourists from the New Orleans hotels to come. Rusty had fifteen minutes before the bus left, so she hurried to her room to change. This time she donned clothing which was much more reflective of her personality. Her usual custom made tight fitting jeans, (she had to have the custom made because of her small waist and huge thighs to get them to fit) and a cut off halter top that left her rippling, flat belly exposed as well as her shoulders and arms. She flexed her right arm and a huge ball of muscle swelled up like a balloon had been implanted under her skin. She lovingly ran the fingers of her left hand over it feeling the size and hardness. She could feel the dampness between her legs returning. "I shouldn't have kicked that jerk so hard. These muscles needed more of a workout and his belly would have been perfect for a little more punching practice.". She smiled, and covered up again, this time with a denim jacket. She tied her hair back with a blue bandanna. Her arms completely filled the sleeves of the jacket as she did. She looked in the mirror, satisfied with what she saw went down to the lobby to board the bus. There was a real mixture of people boarding the bus. Young couples, single men who immediately started giving her the eye, and some older people in their sixties and seventies. Rusty got a beer from the small bar and found a seat next to an elderly lady. A quick glance into the lady's purse found a glass jar filled with quarters. She was no doubt headed for the slot machines. Rusty gave her a quick smile and put on the headphones that were provided and listened to music as the bus roared through the night to the casinos. It was strange that New Orleans, long with a reputation as a wide open town had no legalized gambling and Mississippi, long thought of as a cradle of conservatism, had wide open legal casinos. The bus pulled in under a canopy and everyone got off. As Rusty followed the crowd and made her way into the casino, she was amazed in the difference. They had been built, basically in what used to be a swamp, but inside they matched anything Las Vegas or Atlantic City had to offer. They had plush carpeting, state of the art lighting systems, lounges with name entertainers, and cocktail waitresses in very skimpy outfits. Rusty stopped and got five hundred dollars worth of chips, which she placed in the pocket of her jacket. She had plenty of money from a trust fund left by her parents and her job as an enforcer for the biggest loan shark in New York. She started out standing at the craps table just watching the action. After spending several minutes observing, she moved on to the roulette wheel. Again, she just watched for a while, then on the blackjack tables. She noticed a young man dressed in a tuxedo following her. He had started at the craps table and followed her until now. Rusty headed to area that contained the restrooms. She ducked into a hallway and waited. The man came walking cautiously through the area, looking around. Rusty stepped out of the hallway right in front of him. "Is there something I can do for you, mister?" she asked. The man was obviously embarrassed at having been confronted by Rusty. He stammered for a few seconds before he could get himself together. "I'm sorry. I saw you when you came in. You are the most beautiful woman we have had come in here since it opened. I'm Johnny Fargo. My family owns this place. If you'll have a drink with me, I promise not to follow you around like a little puppy dog anymore." Johnny smiled showing gleaming white teeth, against his tanned skin. Rusty had observed that he was a good looking young man, olive complexion, dark hair with a hint of a curl. He looked very handsome in his tux. "What the hell." she thought. "O.K.. I'll have one drink with you if you promise to leave me alone after that. My name is Rusty". She offered her hand. Johnny took it and was amazed by its size and hardness. He could feel the hard ridge across her knuckles usually only found in martial artists or boxers. Her grip was very firm, an indicator of underlying great strength. He wondered just what kind of woman he had gotten involved with. She had the looks of a model but the size and strength of a world class athlete and then there were those fighter's knuckles. "This could prove to be a very interesting evening." he thought. Johnny ushered her to his private table set up in a corner of the main bar. Rusty noticed several men who seemed to be carrying guns under their suit jackets scattered throughout the casino. After they were seated and ordered she asked about all the armed men in the casino. "There is a group in New Orleans that wants to take over all the casinos. You can guess who they are. They started out by making offers to buy us out that were far less than the business is worth. When that didn't work they started to make threats. We are just taking precautions to protect ourselves and out customers." Rusty was not surprised. When money is to be made, the mob is not far behind. As the were talking there was a sudden commotion at the entrance to the casino. Suddenly several men wearing ski masks and carrying automatic weapons came through the door and spread out throughout the casino. One of them fired a burst through a chandelier. One of Johnny's men pulled his gun but was cut down before her could do anything. "No one move. Stay where you are, and everyone will be alright. This is not a holdup." He spotted Johnny sitting at his table. The man made his way over to Johnny. "Get up, asshole. You're comin' with us." Mistaking Rusty for Johnny's girlfriend he said. "O.K. bimbo, you better come along too." waving the MAC 10 machine pistol he was carrying at Rusty. She knew that there was nothing that could be done at the moment so she stood up and joined Johnny. The masked man prodded Johnny and Rusty with his gun. "Move along, the boss wants to see you, lover boy. I will say this bimbo seems to be an improvement over what you usually hang out with. I'll bet she's a real good piece of ass." Rusty had to bite her tongue to keep from saying something she would probably regret because right now they were in control. "Sorry for the inconvience, folks." the leader said. "Carry on and good luck. By the way, don't any of you get any bright ideas. If you follow us, we'll waste Johnny and the bimbo." They backed out the door and loaded into two vans that had been waiting. Johnny and Rusty were blindfolded. and shoved down on the floor of the van they were in. The drive seemed to take over an hour, but they couldn't tell if it was really travel time or if they were just being driven around to confuse them. They could feel the van turn off the road. It came to a stop and the blindfolds were removed. They were standing in front of a large, palatial house, that had been built out in the country. Johnny did not recognize the route they had taken but he recognized the house, it was Jimmy Masarella's. They were taken inside and shoved into an elevator which was just inside the front door. They ascended to the second floor and when the elevator stopped they were taken down a hallway and left in a room. It was a room that contained only a few chairs. The floor, walls and ceiling were all padded. This was definitely not the guest room. Johnny and Rusty sat in silence for a while. "One thing I can promise you." Rusty said. "I'm gonna break that guy's jaw who kept calling me a bimbo if I can find out who he is without his mask." Johnny looked a her and grinned. "I know who he is. That mask would only fool the tourists. That was Sam Gianola, Jimmy Masserella's right hand man. I'd be careful around him, though. He has a black belt in karate." Rusty looked unimpressed. "Well, I have a black belt in streetfighting, so he'd better be careful around me. Anyway, who is Jimmy Masserella?" "Jimmy is the guy who wants to take over the casinos. He has already forced some of the smaller owners to sell to him. My family has been in this state for a long time, when nobody wanted to be here. We waited patiently for the casinos to be voted in, and now when we are finally about to cash in, Jimmy is trying to muscle in. We're actually two branches of the same family, so to speak, so the big guys aren't going to take sides. They will stand by until it's over, then back the winner." Johnny paused for breath, then continued. "This isn't gonna work." he said. "They think they can scare my father into selling to them by snatching me. He won't do it. He doesn't scare easily, and can't be intimidated. Why they took you, I don't know. They must really think you're my girlfriend. I'm sorry that you got caught up in this." Rusty shrugged. "Trouble always seems to find me no matter where I go." she sighed. Their hands were not tied, they were free to move about the room. Jimmy's men figured what can two people do against so many armed men, especially if one of them is a woman. That was their first mistake. Rusty strode over to the door and knocked loudly. "Whaddya want?" came from the other side. "I have to go to the bathroom." she said. "Shit!" growled the man on the other side of the door. They could hear the key turning in the lock. "Okay, Sweetcheeks, let's go." he said. Rusty checked up and down the hall as she was escorted to the bathroom. On the hall there was a restroom like she would find in a fancy hotel. There were other men on either end of the hall, but only this one who had been sitting in a chair by the door to the room in which they were being held. Rusty finished in the bathroom and the man was escorting her back. As they reached the door, Rusty turned and faced him. She put her left arm around his shoulders with her hand resting on the back of his neck. Rusty smiled at him. He was a fairly large man, about six feet one inch and around two hundred pounds. "Thanks, honey, I really had to go bad!" she said still smiling. The other mobsters had moved out of sight at the ends of the hallway. Rusty saw that out of the corner of her eye. Since they were gone she put her plan into action. Her right fist snapped up and crashed into the man's jaw. The fist traveled only ten to twelve inches, but driven by her powerful arm and shoulder muscles, it was more than enough. The man was out like a light. Only Rusty's strong left arm and hand kept his head from snapping way back and prevented him from slipping to the floor. She lowered him into the chair. To everyone on either end of the hall if they happened to look, it would appear that he was sitting in the chair guarding the door. Rusty took his keys and gun and whispered in his ear "My name's not Sweetcheeks" then slipped back into the room. Johnny looked up as she reentered the room. Rusty handed him the pistol and the keys. "Where did you get these?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face. "The guard outside the door is taking a little nap, and I'm keeping these for him" she said with a grin. "What if he wakes up?" Johnny asked. "I don't think he'll be doing that for thirty minutes or so. I gave him my special sleeping pill." Rusty answered. "We have plenty of time. How is the best way to get out of here?" "We can't take a chance on the elevator." Johnny said. The stairs are to our left, so we can try to sneak out that direction and see what happens." He cracked the door open. He could see the guard in the chair outside the door, and it seemed that the mobsters on that level had settled down, none of them were visible from the door. "It's clear for now." he whispered to Rusty. They quietly slipped out the door. Johnny glanced down at the guard as they left the room. There was a large purplish lump forming on his jaw, and he was obviously not taking his "nap" by choice. Now he knew exactly what kind of sleeping pill Rusty had administered. Johnny just shook his head in wonder at this woman. Quietly they moved down the hall toward the stairs. No sound or movement could be detected. They reached the end of the hallway and the stairs. There was one man stationed there. Johnny leveled the pistol at him and very quietly told him not to make a sound. The man was surprised by their sudden appearance and momentarily obeyed. He was just about to open his mouth to sound the alarm when Rusty stepped forward and drove her fist viciously into his unsuspecting belly. Instead of a shout the air rushed from his body in a soft whoosh. Before he could recover, Rusty brought her other fist up in a powerful uppercut smashing into his chin. The man's head snapped back, his knees gave way, and he started to fall. Rusty caught him and lowered him carefully to the floor. Johnny shook his head in wonder again. Now he understood how her knuckles had developed the scar tissue covering them. "I guess he got the same sleeping pill that you gave to the guard on our room." he commented. "He was going to yell, and you couldn't shoot him, the sound of the shot would have the same effect. That was the only thing left to do to keep him quiet." Rusty answered. The crept down the stairs without any further incidents. There was a side door close to the stairs, and they slipped through it and out of the house. Carefully they made their way around to the big parking area in front. Johnny scouted around and found that only one man was on duty in the parking area. They tried to stealthily approach him, but when they were about ten feet away, the man turned and saw them. Rusty stood up. "Hi, Honey," she purred and slowly advanced on him. The man appeared to be mesmerized for a moment, which was all Rusty needed. She was standing right in front of him. Suddenly her knee rose up and smashed into his groin. The man groaned and dropped to his knees grabbing at his balls. It was easy for Rusty to grab his head and shove it forward so she could smash her knee into his chin and put him away. "I hope I didn't rip my jeans." she said to Johnny as she shoved the unconscious thug out of the way. They found the van and opened it with the keys. This is where Johnny's experience paid off. Rusty would had jumped in, fired up the motor and raced out as fast as the van would go. Johnny got it started, coasted out of the parking area with the lights still off, and didn't really step on it until they were well clear of the compound. Johnny couldn't tell exactly where they were, but he knew that eventually, the road should lead either into town or an intersection with a main road. They rode in silence for a while. Finally they crossed a road whose name and number Johnny recognized. He broke the silence. "I know where we are!" he exclaimed happily. He turned on the road and headed for home. By the time they reached Johnny's house it was nearly three in the morning. "I guess I missed the bus back to my hotel" Rusty said. "Stay here tonight, I have plenty of room, and I'll take you back to New Orleans tomorrow." Johnny said. Rusty agreed. Johnny opened the door. From the entry foyer Rusty could see the house was one big open area with a large stone double sided fireplace right in the middle. Various seating arrangements utilizing sofas and chairs were on both sides of the fireplace. There was a dining area and she could see a very modern looking kitchen just past it. Johnny led her to the stairs to the second level. There were four bedrooms. One of them was set up to be Johnny's office with computer, fax machine, the works. "That's my bedroom at the end of the hall." Johnny said pointing. "You can use this one, it's the guest room.". He showed Rusty into a well appointed large bedroom with a bath. "Why don't you take a shower and relax. There's a robe hanging up in there. Meantime I'll see if I can rustle up something for us to eat." Rusty sighed. She was tired. "I think I'll take you up on that" she said. The bathroom was exceptionally large for a guest bath. Rusty turned on the shower and undressed. She cast an appraising eye in the mirror again. She ran her hands over the huge muscles of her thighs, up over her rippling hard belly to her breasts. He hands lingered there for just an instant before running first one hand then the other over the bulging muscles of her arms and shoulders. "He must have some clue." she thought. "After all, he saw me knock out those guys. No little Barbie Doll could have done that". She stepped into the shower letting the hot water flow over her tense muscles slowly washing the tension away. She was feeling refreshed when she stepped out. There was a large white terrycloth robe hanging on the back of the door. She put it on and headed downstairs, padding along on bare feet. She could hear sounds coming from the kitchen and the smell of frying bacon and scrambled eggs reminded her how hungry she was. She had not eaten dinner. Johnny had taken a quick shower and changed too. He was wearing a navy blue polo shirt and khaki shorts. He waved as Rusty entered the kitchen. She saw the two plates and silverware were laid out on the kitchen table. "Food's almost ready. Why don't you get the bread out of the box up over the 'fridge and drop it in the toaster over there?" he pointed to the toaster. There was fresh coffee already made in the Braun coffemaker sitting on the counter and two mugs beside it. Rusty did as requested and just as Johnny finished the eggs, the toast was ready. He brought over the two skillets one filled with fluffy scrambled eggs, the other with crisp bacon. Rusty poured the coffee, and they sat at the table. It was obvious they were both famished because they wolfed down their food in silence. They finished in record time, and both let out a big sigh almost simultaneously. "Tell me how you got into the casino business and what the hell is going on now." Rusty requested. Johnny proceeded to tell her the whole story. His father, Aflredo, and Jimmy Masserella had grown up together in New Orleans. They had both advanced through the ranks of the Mafia at about the same pace. Then Alfredo had married Johnny's mother and moved to Biloxi, Mississippi, essentially leaving Jimmy as the sole heir to the leadership of the Mafia in New Orleans. Alfredo knew that Mississippi was a very poor state, ranking near the bottom in almost every economic category. He had correctly guessed that it would be only a matter of time before legalized gambling would be voted in because the projected income for the state would be enormous both from the tax money generated and the jobs created and the spending done by tourists. Alfredo had positioned himself as a legitimate business man, and had developed many political connections within the state. It was a simple matter when gambling became legal to get the franchise to operate three casinos. Always one to look ahead, Alfredo had tried to prepare his children to succeed in this industry. Maria, his daughter had gone to U.C.L.A., then to Stanford Business School, and was the family accountant. Johnny had graduated from the University of Mississippi but had then Attended Harvard Business School and handled sales and marketing for the family. When these enterprises first started, the two old friends had worked together, with Jimmy Masserella supporting Alfredo Fargo. However, as the casino business became more successful, the illegal gambling in New Orleans began to dry up. It started to adversely affect the Masarella family's income. Jimmy first tried to buy into the Fargo casino's and his old friend Aflredo did sell him a twenty five percent interest. However, Jimmy now, for some unexplainable reason, wanted to control them and the trouble started. Now the two old friends had become bitter enemies. The trouble had continued to escalate until recently it had become a full fledged war. The latest episode was the kidnapping of Johnny and Rusty. "I really can't imagine "Uncle Jimmy" as I used to call him being behind this." Johnny continued. I truly believe that Sam Gianola is behind this. He came down from New York, and I think he couldn't stand to see our success go unchallenged and had poisoned Jimmy's thinking, making him believe we are somehow looking down on him. If we could get through to "Uncle Jimmy" I believe the whole mess could be cleared up, but as long as Sammie Boy is there, it is impossible to do. So now you have my story, it's time for you to tell me yours." Johnny said. Rusty filled him in on her background, about her parents being killed, the foster homes, even the biker gangs she ran with. She left out the part about her work as an enforcer for Vince Castellano, not wanting Johnny to know about her possible mob connections. She made a mental note to call Vince and see what his take was on the Fargo-Masarella situation. He was always in the know when it came to mob politics. "It's time to get some sleep." Johnny said. He followed Rusty up the stairs, stopping at the door to her bedroom. "Goodnight" she said and disappeared into the bedroom. Johnny shrugged and made his way to his room. He realized that he was not sleepy. The bedroom next to his was his office. He went in there and found the latest figures on a marketing survey he had commissioned. He took this report back to his bedroom, propped up on the pillows and soon was lost in the report. Rusty removed the robe and flopped on the bed. She was bone tired. She lay nude on the bed. She retraced her activities for the evening in her mind starting with the encounter with Willie and Freddie in the alley. As she recalled her fists ripping into Freddie, she began to twist and turn on the bed, and she began to get wet, again. She slipped her hand down and rubbed her clit. As she recalled how her fists sunk wrist deep in the punks gut, she almost climaxed right there. She was not tired now. She got up and put on the robe. Johnny was still engrossed in the report when he heard the door open. Rusty stood there clad in her robe. "So, you couldn't sleep either," Johnny said to her. "No, I couldn't" Rusty answered and moved toward the bed. As she did, she opened the robe and let is slide from her body. She was wearing nothing underneath it. Johnny's sharp intake of breath was audible as he saw her body. To Rusty this was the critical moment. She never knew how men would react to her body. Some were very turned on by her beauty and large breasts combined with her amazing musculature. Many were turned off by her bulging muscles. She hoped Johnny fit in the first group. "I can see why you had no trouble taking those thugs out" he said. "I definitely look different from most women" Rusty said. "You're gorgeous" Johnny said. "I never thought muscles could look this good." "I have worked very hard to get and to maintain this body." Rusty said. "I've spent a lot of time lifting weights. It comes in handy in my work." "What kind of work do you do?" Johnny asked. "I'm in the financial business." Rusty replied. Johnny didn't follow this line of questioning, since Rusty quickly covered the five feet separating her from the bed, her big thighs clenching and flexing as she walked. Johnny seemed overwhelmed by her. Rusty climbed on the bed next to him, and lay back on the pillow, her breasts pointing straight up on top of her thick chest. Johnny could feel the heat radiating from her body next to him. He put down the reports he had been holding. When he did, Rusty rolled over and put her upper body on his, chest to chest, her breasts pressing down into his chest. Her face was inches from his. Her tongue flicked out and hit the tip of his nose. Johnny leaned forward and kissed her. During the kiss, Rusty took his shorts in both hands and ripped them from his body. She flipped the rest of her body over, her hips resting between his legs. Rusty could feel Johnny getting hard as she was lying on top of him. Finally they broke the kiss. Johnny took her breast in his mouth and began to suck on it. He caught the nipple between his teeth and nibbled on it. He started to slide underneath her, his tongue working its way down her armour plated belly, flicking in and out of her bellybutton, back up to her breasts again. He tried to roll Rusty over onto her back, but she planted her thick arms on either side of his head and wouldn't budge. "Okay," he said, and his mouth worked down her hard belly again. This time he slid his body under hers and soon his mouth was at her pussy. He started licking, and nibbling her clit, then his tongue plunged inside the folds of her pussy lips, and he was tonguing away like mad. He could taste her, and he continued at a frenetic pace with his tongue. As he increased his activity Johnny could feel Rusty's huge thighs contracting and speeded up his pace, Rusty could feel her orgasm start to build as Johnny's tongue kept working. When it hit, her whole body spasmed in ecstasy. Johnny kept his mouth working right through the orgasm. When it was over, he pulled his face which was coated with her juices out from under her. Rusty moved so that his rigid member was right at the entrance to her pussy. She slid down just over the tip and began to slowly rotate her hips around it. Johnny was about to go off. Rusty suddenly thrust down with her hips, impaling herself on his entire length. She just sat there for a minute, enjoying the sensation. Slowly she began to move, picking up speed, Johnny rose to meet her, and tried to keep up with the pace she was setting. They both exploded in a wild climax. "My God, that's the best I've ever had" Johnny panted, trying desperately to catch his breath. Rusty smiled down at him. She wasn't even breathing hard. "You're out of shape, Johnny." she said. She patted his belly where a little roll of fat had developed. "You should get back in the gym, and work out." she continued. "Look what happens when you do." Rusty sat back and flexed her arms for him. The huge cannonballs seemed to explode from her skin. Johnny reached up and felt them. They were hard as rocks and his hand wouldn't go half way around them. He started kissing them, tracing the splits with his tongue. Rusty could feel the build-up starting in her pussy again. The more he kissed and licked, the harder she flexed. Johnny was sure nails would bend against those round masses of iron hard tissue. He traced the brachial artery across the top of her right biceps and to her shoulder and back. Just as her reached the peak again with his tongue, she exploded with another orgasm. When it had subsided, Johnny, now holding her biceps again, said "Damn, those things are the biggest I've ever seen, and harder than iron. You are remarkable." Rusty grinned at him. The sun was coming up. Johnny took her hand in his. He ran his lips over the scar tissue over her knuckles. "How did you get this?" he asked. "By administering what you called your special sleeping pills like you gave those two goons of Sammie's back at Jimmy's house?" She rolled off the bed and said "Let's take a shower." She didn't answer his question. Johnny didn't say anything, he just got out of the bed and went in and turned on the water. He knew that he would not get an answer from Rusty, but he also knew that her fists had administered some brutal beatings for her to have scar tissue like he just saw over her knuckles. She surprised him with a partial answer. "If we run into this Sam Gianola, I'll show you how I got it. I am going to break his jaw for calling me a bimbo. So if we run into him again you leave him to me." Rusty said. "Now let's take our shower." They climbed into the big shower in Johnny's bedroom. They soaped and washed each other off. Johnny very carefully cleaned Rusty's pussy trying to stimulate her again as he did, but she reached down and removed his hand so that he was not successful in his efforts. She noticed he was hard when she washed him. When they finished, they climbed out of the shower and Rusty put the robe back on. Only her thick, vascular, forearms and bulging calves were not covered by the terrycloth. "We're going to pay Mr. Gianola and his troops a little visit today, do you want to come along? I'm sure you can take care of yourself it these situations. You might run into your dear friend Sammie. We're gonna try to snatch Jimmy and bring him to talk to my dad." Johnny told her. "You couldn't keep me away." Rusty replied. "I need to make a phone call." she said. "Use the phone in your bedroom." Johnny told her. Rusty went to the bedroom and called Vince Castellano, her boss in New York. "Hi Vince, What can you tell me about a guy named Sam Gianola?" she asked. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Vince said "Sammie boy is very ambitious. He went to New Orleans to move up in the organization. He is a tough guy, likes to beat people up. Offers them the first shot by sticking out his chin. It's like hitting a brick wall. Then he takes them apart." "I think I might be taking him on." Rusty told Vince. "If he pulls that first shot shit, take it, but don't hit his chin, it's like iron, find another target." "Do you think I can take him, Vince?" Rusty asked. "I haven't seen anybody I didn't think you could take, honey. Johnny got on the phone, lining up the men he planned to take on the retaliatory raid. They would hit an illegal casino in New Orleans, where Jimmy Masarella kept an office, and he was usually there during the day. Johnny and Rusty drove to the casino owned by the Fargos. Their men were convening there. They loaded up into vans and cars and headed for New Orleans. They turned onto the street where the Masarella casino was. They caught the guards and lookouts unaware and neutralized them immediately. The first time anyone knew they were there was when Johnny called out for everyone to freeze. Jimmy came out of his office to see what all the commotion was. "Hello Johnny, how are you?" he asked. "Just fine, Uncle Jimmy." he answered. "I would like for you to come with me. My father would like to sit down with you and work out your differences." "It may be too late for that, Johnny." Jimmy said, shaking his head. Sam Gianola made his entrance stomping into the discussion. "We should be running the casinos, not you!" he snarled. "And we will be before long!" he added. "Sammie, there's someone here who wants to see you." Johnny told him. Rusty stepped forward. "The bimbo!" Sam exclaimed. "I'm gonna break your jaw for calling me a bimbo." Rusty calmly said to him. "Sure you are, bimbo," Sam said and laughed. "If I don't it won't be from lack of effort" Rusty said. She was wearing the same outfit from last night. The jeans with the denim jacket which she now took off. She turned to face Sam Gianola with everyone looking at her magnificent body. "Wow, a muscle bimbo. Now I'm really scared" from Sam. Her huge arms and shoulders bulged and her flat, hard belly was clearly seen under the cut off halter top. Sam stuck out his chin. "Go ahead, bimbo, I'll give you a free shot first." "Don't mind if I do" Rusty replied. She cocked her right fist. Everyone could see the bulge of her biceps as she drew that fist back. Suddenly she accelerated it right at his face. It was not headed for his jaw or chin as Sam and everyone else thought. CRRAACCKKK!!! Rusty's big sledgehammer of a fist smashed into Sam's nose with a loud crack that indicated she had broken it. Blood from Sam's crushed nose splattered out around Rusty's big fist and on her halter top and ran down Sam's chin and splashed on his shirt. He staggered back about three steps and fell on his butt. "Fuckin' bimbo. You broke my fuckin' nose!" He mumbled. "I sure meant to" was Rusty's answer. "Do you allow your opponent a free shot like that all the time? If you do I'm surprised that you haven't gotten more broken noses than this one." Rusty commented. Sam sat there on the floor with blood pouring out of his crushed nose. Rusty walked over to him and took hold of his hair. She hauled him to his feet. Sam had tears running down his face and mixing with the blood from his nose. Rusty wound up and buried her fist in his belly. OOOFFFF!! came from Sam. This was not going to be a fight, it was going to be a massacre. By giving Rusty the first free swing, which she took, Sam lost the fight. Now Rusty set about administering a thorough beating. Another blast into his belly. UUUNNNNGGHHHH!!! as her fist disappeared in his gut. Sam started to gag, and up came his breakfast on to the floor. Once again Rusty showed her experience with this, and stepped back so that none of the refuse got on her as Sam sank to his knees and puked his guts out. "Pretty weak belly, there, Sammie boy, to puke after only two gut punches. You're a real wimp, but there is a lot more to come!" Rusty stepped up and grabbed his hair again hauling Sam to his feet. Between his belly and his nose Sam was in terrible pain. He couldn't even defend himself as Rusty set herself and drove another punch ripping into his damaged belly, this time with her left fist. As his head came down from the belly punch, Rusty's right fist was rising to meet it. About level with her beltline the two collided. CCCRRRAAACCCKKKKKK!!! Sam's head snapped back so far that it might have touched his back. A shower of red interspersed with broken teeth sprayed out of his mouth as a result of the powerful uppercut. Sam was down again. Rusty looked down at him. Nearly unconscious, blood pouring out of his nose, and his mouth, mixing with the remains of his puke that was on his chin, he looked awful. "I still haven't kept my promise to you, Sammie boy. I guess it's time to do that and end this fiasco." Once again Rusty grasped his hair. "Up you go" she said. When she released her hold on his hair Sam was wobbling so badly that he almost went down again. Rusty quickly reached out and steadied him. "You don't want to miss this, Sammie boy." she said. She grasped Sam's jaw with her left hand and tilted it up and to his left. She held it there as she pulled back that lethal right fist again. "Let's see how much iron is in that chin." Rusty said. Her shoulders turned, her hips turned, and her weight shifted back on to her right foot. She stepped forward with he left foot, getting a full weight shift into the punch that she launched at Sam.. Her powerful triceps exploded with power propelling her big fist at her chosen target, Sam's chin. KKKKKKKRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKK!!!!! Rusty's fist smashed into Sam's chin like a missile detonating on target. The sound of that detonation filled the room. She could feel the bone split and then crumble under her big rocklike fist. Rusty had executed this kind of punch once before in a fight she had up in Kentucky on her way down to New Orleans. Again, her hard fist had split the bone that held both jaws together, so that his jaw on either side had dislocated from the joint. The results of the vicious smash were spectacular! Another spray of blood and teeth flew through the air, as Sam lifted off the floor did a one hundred and eighty degree turn in the air and crashed face down on the floor, out cold. Rusty walked over to her victim and checked his face. "Yep, its broken, just like I promised him I would do." she said. Sam lay there on the floor with blood pooling as it ran out of his mouth and down from his nose. Parts of broken teeth were also in the bloody pool and hung down from his mouth on strings of tissue. His nose was just a swollen pulp of crushed bloody tissue. Rusty moved over to Jimmy Masarella and put her arm around his shoulder. "Why don't you come with me, and we'll see if we can't put an end to this silly war." she said Jimmy looked down at the bleeding mess that used to be Sam Gianola, and said "Why not, If you can do what you did to Sam, then you deserve to be heard." Rusty escorted Jimmy to the door, Johnny spoke to the rest of Jimmy's gang. "Uncle Jimmy is going with us. I guarantee his safety. Anyone who tries to hurt him will have to deal with the young lady there" he said pointing at Rusty. "We'll return him here tonight." They loaded Jimmy into the van with Rusty and Johnny. Rusty said nothing, she just sat there with her arm around Jimmy. He reached out and touched her arm. She flexed it for him. Jimmy ran his hand over the bulging muscle, feeling its hardness and looked into the eyes of the woman who had just destroyed his muscle man. Sam's blood still stained her halter top, and her fists were red with it. Jimmy took her hand in his, "I don't know where they found you, but with a couple more like you we could take over the whole organization." Jimmy gave her a wan smile as he said that. "Johnny talks about you all the time. He misses having the chance to talk to you. How did this ever get so far?" Rusty said to Jimmy. "We were losing money. Sam came down from New York, and blamed it all on the casinos taking away our business. Aflredo sold me an interest in the casinos that he owns to make up for the lost revenue. I should have not listened to Sammie. He wanted to take over everything. He would have tried to get rid of me, if we had been successful." Jimmy told this with just a hint of bitterness in his voice. The van arrived at the Fargo casino. Jimmy was escorted by Rusty and Johnny to Alfredo's office. "Hello, Alfredo." Jimmy said. Alfredo stood up behind his desk and stared at the sight in front of him. Jimmy standing with the beautiful woman with the red hair, who had blood splattered all over her top, and Johnny standing on the other side of Jimmy. Aflredo walked around his desk, and approached Jimmy. He reached out and hugged Jimmy. "Welcome, old friend." he said. "Perhaps we can work out a way to stop this stupid war." Alfredo continued. The phone rang. Johnny answered it. All he did was listen, then hung up. "They have taken Sammie to the hospital. His chin was shattered, jaw was dislocated, his nose was broken, and most of his teeth were broken or knocked out." Johnny reported to the group. He looked at his father. " Rusty did that," he explained to Alfredo. "Sammie called her a bimbo and she didn't like it. She made him pay a pretty steep price for what he said and did. There was blood and teeth all over the floor." "Come, let's sit down and work our way through this." Alfredo said. The two men sat on a leather sofa in the conference area of the office. Johnny stood next to Rusty. "I need to wash my hands" she whispered to him. Johnny pointed to the bathroom in the office. "Over there" he said. Rusty went in the bathroom and washed Sam's blood off of her fists. Sadly she checked the halter top she was wearing, aware that she could not get the blood out of it. She rejoined Johnny when she had finished. "When this is over, I'm gonna fuck your brains out" she whispered in his ear. "First, Sam Gianola has got to go." Alfredo said to Jimmy. "He has been the cause of the problem. Ever since he got here he has been stirring up trouble between us." "I agree" Jimmy said. "I'll ship his butt back to New York as soon as he gets out of the hospital." The two old friends acted like nothing had ever come between them as they worked out a solution to their problems. Alfredo generously offered Jimmy the opportunity to purchase forty nine percent of the new casino that they were building in Gulfport. And arranged to buy all of their food supplies from one of the companies owned by Jimmy. In less than an hour they had come to an agreement on ending the war between them, and Alfredo was ordering lunch to be delivered to them. "Bring a couple of bottles of my favorite wine, too." he added at the end of his order. "I need to get back to my hotel and change clothes." Rusty said to Johnny. "I'll drive you back" Johnny replied. "Young lady, you should stay here and work for us. After seeing you in action, I don't think there is any situation that you could not handle. Just think how it would look. A beautiful woman who packs a knockout punch in either hand. You know that the have female boxing in Mississippi. You should look into that. It can pay pretty well." Jimmy said to Rusty. Thanks, Mr. Massarella, but I don't need the money. I work for Vince Castellano in New York. "You're the female enforcer that Vinnie has, aren't you?" he asked. "Yes, I am" Rusty answered. Johnny had a very surprised look on his face when he heard this bit of news. They had all heard about the female enforcer that Vince had employed, and that everyone now paid him on time, because they did not want a visit from the woman who collected for Vince. Now they learned that Rusty was that woman. "I like my work." Rusty continued. "It allows me to make good money, and not use my trustfund, and gives me the chance to beat up deadbeats. The only problem is that now everyone pays up, and there is no collecting to do. That is why I'm on this vacation trip that brought me to New Orleans." She gravely shook hands with both of the older men, then Johnny drove her back to New Orleans. He spent the night at her hotel with the sexual activity carrying far into the night. Johnny left very early the next morning. Rusty went down to have breakfast in the hotel coffee shop. She picked up a newspaper from the machine in front of the hotel. "Gangland war escalates" the headline read. "Sam Gianola, reported second in command to "Gentleman Jimmy" Massarella, boss of the New Orleans mafia, was admitted to Tulane hospital with a boken nose, a compound fracture of his chin and jaw, several broken and missing teeth. A team of maxillo facial plastic surgeons worked on him for six hours rebuilding his shattered face, then the dental team worked on his teeth, finding that so many of them were missing or broken stumps at the gum line they eventually had to pull what few remained of them and fit him for dentures. Mr. Gianola will be in the hospital for several more days recuperating from his surgery. It was obvious that he had been severely beaten, but Mr. Gianola was not revealing any information to the police or press regarding the incident. The rumor making the rounds was that a woman administered the beating to Mr. Gianola. The woman, described as a gorgeous redhead has not been seen since. The New Orleans police would like to speak to her regarding this incident. Rusty put down the paper and went back up to her room. She rummaged around in her clothes until she found what she was looking for. She got dressed and went downstairs and hailed a cab. "Tulane Hospital" she told the driver. Sam Gianola was in pain. The doctors had stopped his narcotics and had put him on Ultram and it was not working. He saw a nurse enter the room. He wanted to ask for more pain medication when the nurse approached his bed. "Hello, Sammie boy" she said. Her red hair was a dead giveaway. Sam's heart lurched as he saw her face. "I just wanted to check on you to make sure you were doing alright." she said. "I have a feeling that Jimmy is going to ask you to leave and go back to New York. If I were you, I'd take his suggestion. If you're still here, after you get out of this hospital, I'm gonna look you up and break your new face for you. By the way, I live in New York, too. Maybe we can get together and finish our little dance sometime. I'm sorry about the teeth. I only meant to knock out about half of them, and it looks like I got a lot more of them than half. They couldn't even find all of them on the floor. I hope the dentures look good." Rusty stopped and looked down at him. She placed her fist against his jaw. Sam looked up her arm and saw that huge ball of muscle just above her elbow. "You just make sure you get out of New Orleans, Sammie boy. I would love an excuse to do this again. Bye, now." Rusty smiled down at him, rubbed his jaw with her fist, and strode out of the room. Sam felt his breathing return to normal. This woman scared him. He had never been hit so hard or so often in his life as he had been hit by this redhead. He wanted nothing else to do with her right now. He vowed to look her up in New York and blow her brains out. That would make him feel better. Rusty got back to the hotel and changed out of the nurse's uniform. She put on her usual uniform of jeans, cropped tee shirt, and denim jacket. She started to pack. If the New Orleans police were looking for her, she would get out of town and continue her tour. She called Johnny and told him goodbye. He pleaded with her to stay and work with him. "Look, Johnny, you're a good fuck, but let's not get carried away." she finally told him. She went down to the front desk and paid her bill. Then she went out to her Harley-Davidson motorcycle and headed out of town.