The Road Trip Part 5
By Arby


The motorcycle cruised through West Los Angeles.  The rider 
knew that the wrong exit had been taken immediately.  
Suddenly 3 young men appeared on the corner, wearing red, 
gang colors, the rider observed.   They were watching the 
motorcycle.  When it stopped at a traffic signal right in 
front of them one of the young men produced a pistol from 
his pocket and opened fire at the rider shouting "Don't 
come into our territory showin' your fuckin' colors like 
that."  The rider was dressed in all blue denim, which is 
what offended the men wearing the red bandannas around 
their heads.   The rider roared off, running the light and 
put the big Harley Davidson motorcycle into a controlled 
slide on the other side of the light.  The three men came 
running over.  The rider was sprawled out beside the big 
bike.  The first thing the men wanted to do was see their 
victim to see who in their rival gang would dare ride into 
their neighborhood like that.  They pulled off the helmet 
from the rider.  "Who the hell do you think woah!"  The 
gangster who had pulled off the helmet was suddenly silent.  
He was looking into a pair of bright blue eyes topped by 
flame red hair.  "Damn, it's a woman!" he exclaimed to his 
comrades.   The woman spoke as she got to her feet.  "And a 
pissed off woman at that," she said.  She was tall, taller 
than any of the three men.  She was around 5'10" and the 
gang members were all around 5'8"or 5'9".  With her 
motorcycle boots on, she towered over them.  "Which one of 
you assholes shot at me?" she asked in a calm, low voice.  
"Why you askin'?" was the reply.  "Because I'm going to 
kick his ass" she said calmly again.  "Hey guys," one of 
them said, "We got a feisty one here.  What do you say, we 
take her over in the alley and  bang her!".   He pointed 
the gun at the woman and said,  "Move your ass, bitch!"  
The woman cooly walked in to the alley that he indicated 
with a wave of the pistol.  
"We'll teach you to come into Blood territory wearin' Crip 
colors!"  They were now in the alley.  "The only blood 
around here is going to be yours all over this alley." The 
woman said.  The first one dropped his pants and moved 
toward her.  He lewdly pointed his penis at her and said 
"Get ready for the fuckin' of your life, bitch!"  The man 
with the pistol was standing off to the side.  The woman 
suddenly drove her foot with its steel toed motorcycle boot 
straight into the first man's hard on.  He dropped like he 
had been shot, holding his smashed testicles and making 
little whimpering sounds.  She spun toward the man with the 
gun and her other foot shot out and hit his hand holding 
the gun.  It impacted with a loud crack, and the gun went 
flying across the alley.  He grabbed his wrist and dropped 
down on his knees.  The redhead then turned to the third 
man with an evil smile on her face.  "It's either fight or 
run, hot shot." she said to him.  With a strangled roar, he 
leaped at her.  Instead of getting out of the way, the red 
haired woman stepped forward to meet him.  He did not 
expect that,  nor did he expect what she did next.   She 
brought her right fist up in a vicious uppercut that buried 
her big right fist in the man's belly.  She was moving 
toward him at the time so she got her entire body behind 
the punch.  The man reacted like he had been shot in the 
belly instead of punched.  His feet lifted off the ground, 
and when then landed they would not support him.  He 
collapsed in a heap in front of her, and puked.  When he 
finished, he rolled around on the pavement holding his 
belly, and moaning softly, then passed out .   The redhead 
then turned her attention to the gun weilder.  "Okay, 
sweetheart, it's your turn now." she said.  She pulled him 
to his feet, and holding him up with her left hand smashed 
her right fist deep into his belly.  He couldn't fall 
because she retained her grip on his shirt.  He just 
dangled there in her hand.  She then proceeded to 
administer a very cruel beating to his belly,  hammering 
her big, hard right fist over and over again in to his 
stomach.   TTHHUUMMPP!!  AAHHGG!!  WWHHUUDD!!  OOAAHH!!  
WWHHOOMMPP!! UUNNGGHH!!  WWHHUUMMPP!!  OOOOFFF!!!  
TTHHUUNNKK!!!  AAARRRGGG!!!  Her big fist kept pumping 
hard, driving powerful,
savage punches that were sinking deeper and deeper into his 
softened up gut with each succeeding punch.  He was 
gagging, and struggling to breathe as his diaphrgam was 
paralyzed from the severe pounding.   She held his limp 
body dangling there for a few seconds and said "One more, 
punk!" Then she unloaded the hardest and most vicious punch 
that she was capable of throwing.  TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!   
UUUNNNGGGHHH!!! The man's belly muscles went into spasms as 
she dropped his inert body to the pavement.  He was trying 
to vomit, but he couldn't.   Blood was leaking out of his 
mouth, she had surely ripped up something deep inside him 
with her relentless pounding.  "Shoot at me, will you 
asshole!" the redhead growled at him.  She walked over to 
the first man she had kicked.  He was still on the ground, 
whimpering, holding his balls.  She grasped his hair and 
turned his face up toward her.  "Goodnight, sweetheart!" 
she said.  She drove her rocklike fist against his jaw as 
hard as she could.  She could hear the splintering sound as 
it broke.  His whimpering stopped because he was now 
unconscious.  Blood was pouring out of his mouth where his 
teeth had come out of his shattered jaw.  Lastly the woman 
stepped over to the first man she had belly punched with 
that monstrous uppercut.  He was still on the pavement, but 
he had revived somewhat and he was groaning and holding his 
belly.  "Your turn now, babycakes." she said softly to him.  
The man looked up, having difficulty focusing.  What he saw 
was looked like a big coconut sailing at his face.  Then 
there was an explosion of pain, a flashing of multicolored 
lights, then everything went dark.  The woman had given him 
the same treatment she had given to the previous gangster.  
She had smashed his face with her iron fist, breaking his 
jaw and knocking him out in the process.  She looked at the 
three gang bangers with a look of satisfaction on her face.  
The gunman was also unconscious, having passed out from the 
cruel belly beating he had endured. She had been right in 
her prediction, their blood was all over the alley.  The 
two with the broken jaws had it pooling in front of them, 
running out of their busted faces,  and blood was still 
leaking from the mouth of the gunman as a result of his gut 
punching session.  "Next time you won't want to fuck with 
Rusty Walters" the redhead said. "Shit" she said, as she 
felt the wetness between her legs.  "This always happens" 
she continued.  "I always get turned on by beating up some 
asshole!"  She stopped briefly in front of the two with the 
broken jaws, and reached down, picking up a few of the 
teeth that had been knocked out from each of them,  "For my 
collection," she said to each of the men although they were 
not able to hear her.  Rusty had started this bizzare 
collection of teeth that she had knocked out back at her 
last stop in Texas.  She had strung the teeth on fishing 
line making it look like some strange necklace, but it was 
already so long it was more like a belt.  Rusty added the 
teeth from these latest victims to the string, and prepared 
to leave.  She got her big Harley upright, mounted up and 
slowly rode off without looking back. "Hell of an 
introduction to L.A." she thought as she carefully made her 
way back to the freeway.  

Rusty had decided to do it up right during her stay in Los 
Angles and had made reservations at the Beverly Hills 
Hotel.  She had reserved one of their famous bungalows for 
her stay there.  Money was no object.  She had inherited a 
lot of money from her wealty parents who had been killed in 
a plane crash when she was a little girl, and she made a 
lot of money in her present job as enforcer and collector 
for Vince Castellano, the biggest Mafia loan shark in New 
York.  So she could easily afford the five hundred dollars 
per day the bungalow cost.  The bellhop was surprised when 
her luggage consisted only of her saddlebags from the 
Harley, and one large duffle bag she had strapped on the 
back.  Rusty allowed the young bellman to carry them for 
her and gave him a generous tip.  When she was alone at 
last in the bungalow she took a quick tour of the premisis.  
It was more like a small house, with every amenity that 
could have been thought of for the comfort of the guests.  
A fully equipped kitchen was stocked with food,  There was 
a completely stocked bar with liquor, beer, and an above 
average selection of Califronia wines.  It was not like the 
mini-bars in hotel rooms, this was included in the price of 
the bungalow.  Even a hot tub on the small, secluded patio.    
Rusty opened a beer, and undressed.  She looked at herself 
in the full length mirror.  Tall, at 5' 10" and she weighed 
in at 172 pounds.  Her breasts were large, round and firm.  
Large melon shaped caps of muscle topped her shoulders, her 
wide back rippled with muscle.  She grinned at her 
refelction and flexed.  her biceps would stretch the tape 
past nineteen inches now, and her flat, hard stomach was a 
hard, defined six pack.   Her legs were so big at twenty 
nine inches that she had to have the jeans that she wore 
most of the time custom made to fit her big legs and small 
waist.  Rusty picked up her beer and strolled out to the 
hot tub.  She climbed in and let out a big sigh.  She 
realized that she had had a tough day, getting in to Los 
Angeles, making the wrong turn, fighting with the gang 
members, and finally arriving at the hotel.  "I could get 
used to this" she was thinking when the phone rang.  "Who 
would be calling me?" she thought.  "Almost no one knows 
I'm here".   Rusty answered the phone. There was one 
mounted on the wall next to the hot tub.   It was Vince 
Castellano, her boss in New York.  "I need you to do me a 
favor." Vince said.  "Sure, Vince.  What is it?"  "Bobby 
Parento, is a friend of ours.  He his having a problem with 
a movie he is trying to make.  One of the unions is trying 
to hold him up.  The union boss wants a big kickback to 
"insure" that Bobby won't have any problems or delays with 
his movie.  I told Bobby that you might have a talk with 
this union person and see if you couldn't reach an 
agreement with him.  Since Bobby is involved with the 
unions out there he can't use any of his people.  Since you 
were already out there, I thought you might be able to 
handle this.  Will you help us out?  Bobby would pay you 
well, if you can make this trouble go away."  Rusty 
listened patiently to Vince's request and explanation.  "I 
would be happy to help out, Vince."  Vince replied,  "I 
knew you would.  Here's Bobby's number.  Give him a call.  
He's expecting you."   Rusty laughed "You rat.  You already 
told him I would do it, didn't you?" she said.  "I knew you 
would come through for me."  Vince said.  "You can take 
extra time to make up for whatever amount of your vacation 
you have to spend on this.  Take care of yourself, and good 
luck." Vince broke the connection.  Rusty sighed again and 
climbed out of the hot tub.  She finished her beer as she 
got dressed in her usual outfit of jeans, tee shirt and 
denim jacket.  She sat down on the sofa and picked up the 
telephone to call Bobby Parento.

It was strange that Bobby was about to have union trouble.  
Back in the late fifties and early sixties when he was a 
very young man, he had first gotten the attention of his 
Mafia bosses by the way he worked his way into the union 
structure in the movie business.  His bosses wanted a way 
into that lucrative business and Bobby found a way to 
control a picture was to control the unions.  The problem 
had been that each facet of the industry had its own union.  
Bobby mangaged to position himself where he was basically 
the man with clout in each of them.  He had done that with 
a combination of smarts, hard work and of course the usual 
Mafia headbreaking.  From there he had taken over Starlight 
Studios, and since he never had any labor problems, his 
studio was very successful.  It was strange how his 
competitors always seemed to have labor difficulties, but 
Bobby never did.  Now he was being threatened by a young 
upstart who had risen to power, and as Bobby thought, 
"Didn't really know who he was screwin' with."  Because of 
his relationships with most of the unions, Bobby had to 
tread lightly in this situation.  This man had to learn 
that Starlight was not a studio he should threaten, but it 
could not seem like Bobby had anything to do with it.  That 
is where Rusty would come in.   This was the story Bobby 
gave her on the phone.  Rusty decided that she would first 
try to charm the man into cooperating, but is that didn't 
work, there were always other measures that she was capable 
of taking.  She made an appointment to see Bobby the next 
morning, and hung up.  

Early the next morning Rusty showed up at Starlight 
Studios.  She identified herself to the receptionist and 
was shown right in to Bobby Parento's office.  Bobby stood 
up from behind a huge desk, and came around to meet Rusty.  
He was a handsome man in his late fifties with silver hair, 
and a brawlers nose that looked like it had been broken 
several times, a reminder of his past.  Bobby was a couple 
of inches shorter than Rusty, and had put on some weight 
since his younger days.  That was hidden by an expensive, 
meticulously tailored suit.    Bobby shook hands with Rusty 
and marveled at the strength that was apparent in her grip.  
After they were both seated, Bobby handed Rusty a thin 
folder.  On the jacket it read "Eddie Fazio".  Rusty opened 
the folder.  The first item was an 8x10 photo.  Eddie Fazio 
did not look like a union man, or any kind of worker for 
that matter.  He looked like he should be appearing in the 
movies instead.  Jet black hair, slicked back, piercing 
dark eyes looking at the camera with a smoldering glance, a 
slightly aquiline nose, and white teeth gleaming in 
contrast to his dark complection.  Eddie was a "pretty boy" 
as Bobby described him.  And a womanizer.  The next picture 
was in complete contrast to Eddie Fazio.  Bill Rediger was 
a big man.  He looked like an olympic weight lifter gone to 
seed.  Short buzz cut hair, beady eyes almost hidden in 
fat, big shoulders and chest, big gut.  He was Fazio's 
chief headbreaker.  If Eddie couldn't get what he wanted, 
Bill Rediger took over.  He always got results, according 
to Bobby.  He also functioned as Eddie Fazio's bodyguard.  
Bobby scribbled an address on a piece of paper and gave it 
to Rusty.  "There is a big party there tonight.  I'll be 
there and Eddie Fazio will be there.  That would be a good 
place for you to meet him." Bobby told her.  "What's the 
dress code?" Rusty asked.  "Wear something sexy" was 
Bobby's answer.  "Something that will help you get his 
attention with all the little starlets running around 
there."   "I'll try." Rusty answered.  "I dont' know how 
I'll stack up with all those bimbos though"  
"Listen" , Bobby continues.  "You are a  beautiful woman.  
But I'll tell you something that is not in that folder.  
Eddie Fazio has always been attracted to athletic women.  
He dated that volleyball player who was also a model for a 
while.  He has dated tennis players and golfers, even some 
of the so called fitness girls.  So I'm betting one look at 
you and he will forget all about those little girls running 
around there half dressed."   Rusty just smiled.  "What 
time should I be there?" she asked.  "Try around 8:30" 
Bobby told her.  He stood up.  The meeting was over.  "I'll 
leave it up to you on how to proceed." Bobby said.  "You do 
what ever you think is necessary, but I do not want, No, I 
can't afford to have this film delayed."   "Leave it to me" 
Rusty said.  "There will be a nice payoff for you when this 
is resolved"  Bobby said as he escorted her to his office 
door.

Rusty returned to her bungalow.  She changed clothes and 
headed for the hotel's fitness center.  They did have some 
free weights she noticed when she entered.  The next forty 
five minutes Rusty put her body through a very extensive 
workout.  When she had finished her entire body was pumped, 
her big legs swelled to unreal proportions, and her arms 
exploded with bulging muscle.  She could feel the blood 
flowing throught her distended veins carrying blood to the 
muscles.  The few people who were in the gym at that time 
of the day stared at her in awe.  She was quite a sight.  
Beautiful women with huge muscles were not commonly seen 
there.  When Rusty had finished her workout, she returned 
to her bungalow.  She undressed and got in the hot tub.  As 
she soaked in the hot water, she read the Eddie Fazio 
folder.  "I hope he comes around to Bobby's way of 
thinking" she mused.  "It would be a shame to have to mess 
up that face."  Next she read the information on Bill 
Rediger.  "This guy is going to be trouble, I can feel it." 
she thought.  That afternoon, she took a taxi to Rodeo 
Drive, the famous shopping area in Beverly Hills to buy a 
dress for that evening's party.    Rusty settled on a 
black, sleeveless cocktail dress, with a matching black 
sweater, just perfect for the California nights.  When she 
saw the price, her breath caught for an instant, but she 
realized that Bobby Parento was paying for it, so she 
shrugged and handed over her credit card.  Rusty smiled as 
she paid for the dress.  "A biker chick with a gold 
American Express card" she thought.  "I have come a long 
way".   Rusty then bought makeup since she had none with 
her.  She then cabbed back to her bungalow and took a nap.  
At five o'clock she woke up and began to prepare for the 
evening ahead.   She took a long, hot bath, something she 
had not done in a long time.  Usually with her it was 
strictly showers.  She thought a bath would make her feel 
more feminine.  After her bath she carefully applied her 
makeup.  After that she got dressed.  When she finished she 
almost did not recognize the person in the mirror.  She 
could have been one of the movie stars that would attend 
the party instead of an enforcer and collector for a loan 
shark.  She was absolutely gorgeous.  Beautiful, long red 
hair framed her face with its high cheekbones and flashing 
blue eyes.  Her aquiline nose was dusted with freckles that 
added to rather than detracted from her beauty.  The dress 
showed off her calves and just a hint of her muscular 
thighs.  It also exposed her powerful upper body but the 
sweater covered it when she put it on.  The only trouble 
with the sweater was when she bent her arm the sleeve was 
filled nearly to the bursting point with the hard bulging 
muscle of her biceps.   Bobby had arranged to have her 
picked up in the hotel lobby at eight o'clock.  Rusty 
checked her watch and since it was only fifteen minutes 
until she was due to leave, she took a walk to the hotel.  
The limo was right on time.  The driver nodded approvingly 
as he opened the door for her.  Rusty looked around the 
large limo and wondered why such a big car had been sent 
for only one person.  She rode in silence to the party.   
It was at the home of Holly Randolph, a famous  star who 
was scheduled to appear in Bobby Parento's movie. Rusty's 
limo proved to be only one of many in a long line 
delivering the high rollers of Hollywood to the party. The 
huge mansion was set up for the party with uniformed 
waiters and waitresses carrying around trays of 
hor'doevers.  There were several bars set up in the house 
and out by the pool.  Rusty did not think that drinking a 
beer would be appropriate for the image she was trying to 
project, so she took a glass of white wine instead.  She 
finally spotted Bobby Parento who was engaged in a very 
animated conversation with a man she recognized as Eddie 
Fazio from his pictures.  "He looks even better in person." 
she thought as she approached the two men.  "Hi, Bobby." 
she said in her lowest, sexiest voice.  "Who's your good 
looking friend."  Bobby turned to greet her.  "Hi, Rusty." 
he said.  "Rusty Walters meet Eddie Fazio."  Rusty extended 
her hand.  Eddie shook it admiring her firm grip then 
raised it to his lips and kissed her hand.   Bobby excused 
himself claiming he saw someone he needed to talk to.  
Eddie asked Rusty if she was in the movies.  She smiled and 
explained that she was a financial consultant from New 
York, sent out to check on some problems with Bobby's 
movie.  "I sure hope you are not part of the problem, 
Eddie" she said.  Eddie escorted her to a table and they 
sat down.  Rusty explained that Bobby was having financial 
difficulty and that anything like labor problems would 
probably cause the movie to go under.  "He told me he was 
having trouble with a union leader." Rusty concluded.   
"That would be me" Eddie told her.  "The old bastard won't 
pay me what he should, so he is gonna have real trouble 
trying to get this sucker going" Eddie continued.   "Bobby 
says if it weren't for him you wouldn't even have this 
position, that you should cut him some slack".   "Screw 
him!" Eddie snapped.  "All of these old Mustasche Petes 
think that we all owe them something, because of what they 
did in the past.  Well, that is exactly where they all 
live, in the past.  Either he pays or he gets shut down."   
"I'm really sorry to hear that" Rusty purred.  "My job is 
to make sure that there is no trouble.  I was hoping we 
could solve this amicably, but if not, it is me you will 
have to deal with, not Bobby.".
She looked into Eddie's eyes.  "We can either be friends or 
enemies." Rusty continued.  "I'd much rather be friends"  
Eddie smiled coldly.  "So would I." he stated.  "But Bobby 
Parento pays me, or it's no go."  "Is there somewhere we 
can go to talk about this privately?" Rusty asked.   "There 
are a lot of empty bedrooms upstairs." Eddie said.  "Lead 
the way" Rusty answered.  They both stood up.  Rusty took 
his hand as they walked through the house to the stairs.  
They went up the stairs, found an empty room and went in.  
Eddie didn't see Rusty lock the door.   Eddie turned to her 
and removed his suit jacket.  "Convince me" he said.  Rusty 
ran through Bobby Parento's history with the unions.  At 
the conclusion she said.  "Don't you think he deserves a 
little break?"  He worked very hard to help the unions get 
established, and now you want to treat him just like any 
other studio head?  That doesn't make sense."   "I'll tell 
you what." Eddie said.  "I'll take fifty thousand instead 
of seventy five to make this go away."    "I have a counter 
offer for you" Rusty explained.  "You get nothing, and you 
make it go away"   "That is stupid" responded Eddie.  I 
have to get something."   Rusty sighed and slowly removed 
her sweater.  "If you agree, we might be able to work 
something out.  If you don't, I'll have to force you." 
Rusty told him.  Eddie's eyes widened considerably when he 
saw her powerful, muscular body.  "You think by offering me 
a roll in the hay, that I'm gonna give Bobby a pass on 
this, you're crazy.  He's gonna pay or else."  Rusty sighed 
again.  "Eddie, you leave me no choice.  I have something 
for you."  Eddie smiled in anticipation.  "What do you have 
for me?" he grinned.   "This!!" Rusty snarled as she 
suddenly smashed her big right fist deep into Eddie's 
unprepared belly.  Eddie had been in several fights in his 
life but he had never been hit that hard.  And by a 
beautiful woman on top of that.  He was gasping for air 
when Rusty leaned in so that her lips were brushing his 
ear.  "You could have avoided this, but you had to be a pig 
headed asshole!" she whispered in his ear.  "I'm personally 
glad you didn't change your mind.  I love doing this" she 
said.  Eddie felt another explosion in his gut as the 
redhead ripped her fist up into it again.   Again she 
leaned in with her lips against his ear.  "This is just the 
warning.  Back off, or you'll get much worse."  That same 
hard, vicious fist smashed into his chin. The waves of 
nausea and pain he was feeling were cut off and he saw 
flashing lights felt a sharp pain and everything went 
black.  Eddie lifted up off the floor from the powerful 
uppercut that Rusty had smashed into his chin and fell on 
his back.  Rusty picked him up and laid him on the bed.  
Then she picked up her sweater, put it on and went 
downstairs.   She found Bobby and reported to him.  "Where 
is he now?" Bobby asked.  "Upstairs, sleeping off the 
results of our conversation." Rusty said.  "Ignore the 
bruise on his chin the next time you see him." Rusty added.  
Bobby nodded as he understood what had happened.  "I don't 
think he will stop on his own.  I will have to convince 
him." Rusty told Bobby.  

Bill Rediger was nervous.   He didn't like it when Eddie 
wandered off upstairs with the redhead, and now she was 
back but Eddie wasn't.   Bill went to find him.   He 
started a room to room search looking for Eddie.  He 
surprised and pissed off a lot of people, but no Eddie 
Fazio.  At last he shoved open a bedroom door, and saw a 
body on the bed.  Cautiously he entered the room.  It was 
Eddie sprawled out on the bed.  "Hell of a time to take a 
nap." Bill  thought.  "Eddie, Eddie, wake up!" he said.  
Eddie did not move or respond.  Bill moved closer.  He 
tried to wake Eddie up.   Finally Eddie began to move 
around with a groan. Groggily he sat up.  He was dizzy, so 
he flopped back down on the pillow.  "Eddie, what're you 
doin'?" Bill asked.  Eddie Fazio shook his head.  "Fuckin' 
bitch sucker punched me." he said.  "What in hell are you 
talkin' about?" Bill asked him.  "That redheaded bitch 
works for Bobby Parento.  She got me up here and started 
talkin' about the friggin' movie.  Asked me to lay off 
Bobby.  Started takin' off her clothes.  I thought she was 
gonna give me some pussy, then she sucker punched me.  God, 
she can hit.  Knocked me out, right here where you found 
me.  Said I would get worse if I didn't back off Bobby. "  
Eddie rubbed his hand over his chin where a noticable 
bruise was starting to form.  "Mabbe I should have a little 
talk with her." Bill said.  "Not here, not tonight." Eddie 
said.  "I'll set up a meeting with her tomorrow, then I 
want you to take her apart, piece by piece."   Bill 
grinned.  "Then can I fuck her, boss?" he asked.  "You can 
do anything you want, as long as she disappears from here.  
Help me up, I'm still a little woozy.  I'll go find her and 
set up the meeting."  Slowly Eddie got off the bed and to 
his feet.  He was still a bit dizzy from Rusty's knockout 
punch.  He went into the bathroom and washed his face.  The 
cold water helped considerably.  After regaining his 
bearings, he went downstairs in search of Rusty.   He 
spotted her standing off to one side of the room with a 
half smile on her face observing all the activity in the 
house.  "Jesus, she is beautiful" Eddie thought.  "And she 
has a punch like a mule's kick.  She thinks she is so damn 
tough.  It'll be fun watching Bill take her apart."  Eddie 
made his way over to Rusty.  She smiled at him.  "I hope 
you have reconsidered you position.  It will save you a lot 
of trouble and pain." Rusty said.  "Why don't we meet 
tomorrow to discuss it further?" Eddie asked.  "That sounds 
good to me.  Where should we meet?" she asked.  Eddie 
produced a business card with his office address on it.  
"Meet me here at eleven o'clock tomorrow.  I'm going home 
now, I seem to have developed a headache." he stated.  
Eddie found his hostess, thanked her for the invitation, 
expressed his regrets for having to leave so soon, and went 
home.  Rusty had watched from a discreet distance,  keeping 
an eye on Bill Rediger, sizing him up.  She knew that she 
would have to deal with him at some point, so she was 
hoping to go ahead and get it over with.  Bill got behind 
the wheel and drove off with Eddie slumped in the back 
seat, still not completely recovered from his encounter 
with Rusty.   Not long after that, Rusty left the party 
after having evaded the advances of over half the men 
there.

The next morning Rusty got up early and went to work out 
again.   She loved the way her muscles felt as they pushed 
and pulled against the heavy weights.  The pump that she 
got was an unbelievable rush.  When she finished the veins 
stood out like ropes through her arms and shoulders.  Her 
muscles bulged to amazing size after the lifting she had 
done.  She returned to her bungalow, showered and got 
dressed.  She decided to ride her Harley to the meeting 
with Eddie Fazio.  "I don't know what he is up to, but it 
can't be good." she thought.  "He gave in way too easy.  
They must have some trick planned."  At a little after ten 
o'clock Rusty locked her bungalow, mounted her Harley and 
rode off, on her way to the meeting.  She arrived early 
which allowed her time to scout out the area.  She could 
not find anything amiss, but she still had an uneasy 
feeling in the pit of her stomach.  That feeling had saved 
her life many times.  It said to her that everything was 
not as it should be.   She was immediately on guard.  At 
precisely eleven o'clock she opened the door and strode in.  
A receptionist looked up with a bored look on her face.  
Rusty told her that she had a meeting with Eddie Fazio.  
The girl buzzed the intercom and told Eddie that Rusty had 
arrived.   Eddie came out of his office and greeted her.  
They talked for a few minutes, then Eddie led her to a door 
in the rear of the corridor.  "Not in your office?" Rusty 
asked.  "We have a special conference room set up." Eddie 
replied.  He opened the door and ushered Rusty inside.   
She looked around.  The room was bare with chairs around 
the edges of the room.  Rusty guessed it was about 20'x20', 
a big room.   A door opened on the far side and in walked 
Bill Rediger.  He was wearing jeans and no shirt.  His big 
upper body was evident immediately.  His beer gut hung over 
his belt, but it was obvious that he was strong as an ox.  
Eddie looked at Rusty with an evil grin.  "This is our 
negotiator, Bill Rediger." he said.   Bill smiled at her.  
"All I need to know is where to ship your body when I'm 
through, er, negotiating."  he said with his humorless 
smile.   Rusty looked from Bill to Eddie.  "So this is the 
way it's going to be, huh Eddie?" she said.  "Well, when 
I'm through with your stooge here, I'm coming for you, and 
this time you won't get off nearly so easy."   Rusty 
removed her jacket leaving her dressed in her jeans and 
cropped tee shirt.  The shirt covered her without hiding 
anything.  Her flat, rippled, hard stomach, her big 
shoulders and bulging arms were all on display.   "Come on, 
big boy, let's see what you've got." she said to Bill.  
Bill shuffled toward Rusty "Come on, bitch.  Let's git it 
on!" he crowed.   Slowly the two fighters circled each 
other.  Eddie sat in one of the chairs with a look of 
anticipation on his face.  "Bust her up good, Bill." he 
encouraged.  "Show her she can't get a way with what she 
did to me."  

Bill rushed at Rusty and she was surprised by the speed 
with which the big man could move.  WHACK!! the sound of 
the collision filled the room.  His big shoulder struck her 
cleanly in the midsection and knocked Rusty to the floor 
and shook her up a bit.  While she was on the floor, Bill 
raised his foot and stomped on her. One, two, three times 
he raised his foot and drove it down on her body.  The 
fourth time Rusty grasped his foot in her hands and 
twisted.  Bill lost his balance and fell to the floor 
beside her.  Rusty rolled over behind him and wrapped her 
legs around his head.  Bill was trapped in a vicious head 
scissors hold.  Rusty turned on all the power in her muscle 
packed legs.   The expanding muscle in her thighs was 
clearly outlined by her skin tight jeans.  Bill thought his 
head would burst from the extreme pressure she was 
exerting.  The pain was excruciating.  His face was beet 
red, and he was becoming disoriented.  Then suddenly the 
pressure was gone.  Rusty had released his head from the 
deadly scissors and rolled away from him.  Bill crawled 
around trying to get his bearings.  Rusty took hold of his 
left arm and helped him up.  When Bill was standing fully 
erect, a sound like a clap of thunder filled the room. The 
sound had been caused as Rusty blasted her iron right fist 
into his protruding belly.  Her fist seemed to disappear 
from sight in the flesh of his corpulent gut.  All of 
Bill's wind was expelled in one giant gush of air that 
rushed from his lungs.  Now her left fist as trying to keep 
pace with the right rocketed into the soft flab of Bill's 
stomach.  UUUNNNNGGG!!  Bill folded around the invading 
fist and a spray of mucous came out of his nose and mouth 
as he vomited.  Rusty pushed him upright and hammered her 
right fist deep into that soft pillow that was his gut 
again.  WWWHHHUUUDDD!!!  OOOHHHHH!!   Bill jackknifed in 
two.  Rusty shoved him up straight.  Now the left again.  
TTHHUUMMPP!!!  AAAAGGGGHHH!!   Upright again.  Now one more 
time that sledgehammer right.  WWHHOOMMPP!!!  OOOAAAHHHH!!!  
Rusty stepped back and let him fall this time.  Bill curled 
up in a ball clutching his mangled belly.  Rusty looked 
down at him,  "Had enough, fat boy?" she asked.  Even 
through the haze of pain he was in, Bill couldn't believe 
that this beautiful woman was beating the crap out of him.  
he rolled over and started getting to his feet.  "I'm gonna 
kill you, bitch!" he snarled.  
"I know," Rusty replied.  "You keep hitting me right in the 
fist with your fat gut."  This made Bill even angrier.   
Bill was still slightly bent over from the pain in his 
belly.  He lowered his head even more and charged at Rusty 
again.  This time she stepped forward to meet him.  Her 
right fist came up in a powerful, muscle driven uppercut 
that exploded under his chin.  Bill's head snapped back so 
far it seemed to touch his back.  His forward momentum 
abruptly stopped, and he toppled like a tree over on his 
back.  How he remained conscious was amazing to Rusty.   
She turned to Eddie and said "Call him off before I have to 
hurt him badly."   Eddie swallowed hard  "He's not done 
yet, slut." he said.  "Just remember, you're next!" Rusty 
told him.  She walked back over to Bill, reached down and 
hauled him to his feet.  She leaned in close and said.  
"Give it up, you can't win and all you can do is get hurt 
even more, and I do like hurting thugs like you" she 
whispered.  Bill made a half-hearted swing at her with his 
left fist.  Rusty shrugged  "Have it your way, then.  I 
tried to save you from this." she said.   She brought a 
left hook around that smashed Bill's right eye, causing it 
to start to swell immediately.  It would be closed in a 
matter of minutes.  He staggered back from the impact of 
the vicious blow.   A straight right smashed his nose into 
a flat lump of bloody tissue as blood splashed on both of 
them.  Once again Bill staggered back.  Rusty stayed right 
with him.   She started battering his belly again with 
savage hooking punches, ripping them deep into the soft 
flesh of his stomach.   Eddie sat watching this in awe and 
was locked down into his seat by fear as the woman 
continued to pound her fists into Bill's gut. He now was no 
more than her human punching bag.   Strings of green mucous 
were hanging out of his nose and mouth, and dark red blood 
was seeping ou of his mouth.  Still the powerful redhead 
continued her barrage into his belly.   At last she 
stopped, and the big man fell forward against her body.  
Rusty caught him and held him upright.    When she released 
him he started falling forward again.  Before she had 
released him Rusty wound up with her right fist and started 
a mighty punch straight at his jaw.  CCCRRRAAAKKKK!!!!! her 
fist slammed into his jaw, causing blood and teeth to spray 
out of his mouth and into the air.  Once again Bill's 
forward motion was stopped and he sailed back , turning as 
he flew through the air, and landed face down on the floor.  
Rusty walked over to him.  She prodded his body with her 
foot, getting no response.  Bill was out cold.  Rusty 
gestured at the unconscious man.  "Look what you caused.  
You should have let him quit.  Now he has a broken nose, 
broken jaw, and several teeth missing.  Are you happy now?" 
Rusty bent over and began picking up Bill Rediger's teeth.  
"For my collection. Would you like to make a contribution?" 
she asked him.   Eddie did not answer.  He leaped up and 
scrambled for the door.  Rusty caught him in two steps.  
When Eddie felt her hand close on his collar, he started 
blubbering.  "Please don't hurt me.  I'll do anything you 
want.  Just don't bust me up like you did Bill.  I'll make 
sure that Bobby doesn't have any union trouble on his 
movie.  Just please don't hurt me."  Eddie was begging.   
"If you don't take care of this, I can still find you and 
what just happened to your stooge will seem like a picnic 
before I'm through with you!" she said.  Eddie started to 
feel relieved.  Getting beaten like Bill had was not worth 
fifty thousand dollars to him.  "However," Rusty continued.  
"I have to give you a little message just to make sure you 
understand."  Her right fist smashed up into Eddie's belly, 
as his head snapped forward, her left came up in a savage 
uppercut.  As his head snapped back, her right fist crashed 
into the point of Eddie's chin, knocking him out and 
driving him against the wall.  Eddie's unconscious body 
slid down the wall into a sitting position with his back 
against the wall.  Rusty shoved him over on the floor with 
her foot.   She saw a tooth hanging loosely out of his 
mouth, and she reached down and pulled it out of his mouth.  
"You did make a contribution to my collection after all, 
punk!" she said to the man who was not capable of hearing 
her.  Rusty walked out and back the way she had entered.  
She told the receptionist that the two men might need 
medical help, and continued out of the building.  She got 
on her Harley and rode back to her bungalow.

The next day Rusty called Bobby Parento.  "How is the movie 
going?" she asked.  "It is going without a hitch."  Bobby 
answered.  "I don't know what you said or did to Eddie 
Fazio, but he has been extremely cooperative.  He has 
promised no union problems.  He does look like he fell into 
a meat grinder, though.  There has been a check deposited 
for you in your account, and I have told Vince about how 
you handled the situation for us, and he is pleased as 
well."  Rusty moaned as the young bellhop she had met when 
she first checked in,  began nibbling on her nipples, and 
sucking on her breasts.  "Rusty? are you alright?" Bobby 
asked.  Rusty grasped the young man's hair and guided his 
face down to her crotch.  He immediately began to lick and 
suck her clit.  She gasped again, and said "I'm fine Bobby, 
I'll talk to you later." and hung up the phone.  Rusty 
turned her full attention to the man who was industriously 
using his mouth on her, and let herself go, getting caught 
up in the moment.  A few hours later, she gazed down on the 
man asleep in her bed.  Rusty had used up all of his 
energy.   She quietly got dressed, packed and left the 
bungalow.  She pushed her Harley a short distance to keep 
from waking him.  Rusty stopped to pay her bill and found 
out it had been taken care of by Bobby Parento.  On her way 
out she picked up a newspaper.  The headlines read.  "Union 
Conflict in the movie business?"  "There may be a union war 
cranking up in the moving picture business.  Union 
president Eddie Fazio was found beaten and unconscious in 
his office yesterday with a broken jaw.  His lieutenant and 
right hand man, Bill Rediger was found almost battered 
beyond recognition.  Mr. Fazio was treated at the hospital 
and released.  Mr. Rediger was admitted with internal 
injuries, a broken jaw, shattered teeth and a broken nose.  
He will require plastic surgery to rebuild his face.  There 
were no witnesses to these acts of violence, but both Mr. 
Fazio and Mr. Rediger claim they were attacked by four men 
wielding baseball bats and crowbars.  The only witness may 
have been a red haired woman who was described by Mr. 
Fazio's receptionist as being very attractive and athletic 
looking who tipped off the receptionist that the two men 
might require medical attention.  The L.A. police would 
like to interview this mystery woman, if she can be found.  
Mr. Fazio has returned to work while Mr. Rediger remains in 
the hospital awaiting his surgery."