SUNNY
by Arby


Kim Sun Jeong was happy. Well, happy isn't the word for it, she was
elated! Kim, whose nickname was Sunny was a professional golfer, and she
had just won her LPGA tour card in a hard fought qualifying school. She
was cruising along in her BMW 330 convertible which was a gift from her
parents. Her parents were a unique couple. They were Koreans who had
immigrated to the United States before Kim was born. Her father whom
everyone new as Al owned a chain of restaurants. He had been a boxer on
the Korean Olympic Team in his younger days. Kim's mother, Liu, helped
Al run the restaurants. She had been a swimmer on the Olympic team and
that is where she and Al had met. Kim was their first born child and
believing that they had no desire to spoil the child, Al and Liu had seen
to it that Kim worked in their business from the time she was old enough
to do so. Kim had been blessed with great genetics for athletics and in
her school years had participated in team sports as well as golf. She had
started learning to play golf when she was four years old. In school and
in youth leagues she had been an outstanding softball and soccer player.
She had gone to UCLA on a softball scholarship and had helped them win
three national championships while she was there. She was a great
shortstop and power hitter and could have been a lock for the U.S.
Olympic softball team. However, golf had always been her first love so
she had decided to concentrate on that when she graduated. Kim looked
like a combination of several prominent Korean athletes. She was tall
(5'8") like golfer Grace Park. She had the powerful legs and lower body
(27"thighs) of golfer Se Ri Pak who had been a sprinter before turning to
golf, but she had the powerful upper body (17"biceps) of a Dawn Riehl, a
Korean bodybuilder and power lifter. All of this at a body weight of 162
pounds. She was certainly the complete package. All of this was topped
off with a face beautiful to be on any magazine cover. In fact her fans
and supporters were sure that she could become the poster girl for
women's golf with her combination of beauty and athleticism. She had been
the top qualifier at the LPGA school. Sunny, as everyone called her, had
a tremendous upside. Today was a very special day for her, she was going
to play at Pebble Beach. She had never played there before, but she had
called the pro shop and they had assured her that they could get her on
the course today. She was just cruising along listening to the radio,
when she noticed a SUV speeding up behind her. The driver began to honk
his horn as soon as he got behind her. She could see him gesturing and
yelling in her rear view mirror. The highway was narrow and twisting
which made it hard to pass. Finally the SUV forced his way around her on
a stretch of road on which he should never have tried to pass. The
passenger yelled out the window as they went by "Get off the road you
gook bitch!" Sunny calmly gave him the middle finger salute as they went
roaring by. Several miles up the road she needed gas. Sunny pulled in at
a restaurant that had gas pumps out in front. She got out of the BMW and
started to gas up. What should she see in front of the restaurant, but
the SUV that had almost run her off the road. She tried to rush her
fueling, but the pump seemed to have a mind of its own. Before she could
finish she could feel the two men approaching her before she could see
them.

"Well, well. Its the gook whore who likes to hog the road" said one of
the men to the other. Sunny didn't bother to reply. She just finished
gassing up her car without even looking at them. "Hey, bitch, I'm
talkin' to you." The taller of the two men said. "Maybe you would like
to give us some head" added his shorter, fatter companion. Finally Sunny
had to respond. She looked at the short, fat man and said "What if I give
you a body massage and your friend here a facial.". The two men grinned
at her and each other. "That is exactly what we want". "Be careful what
you ask for, you might just get it" Sunny said. She turned to the short,
fat man. Neither of the men had noticed, but Sunny had closed her hands
into fists. One of her physical characteristics that helped her golf game
tremendously was that she had large hands for a woman of her size. They
now made surprisingly large and dangerous looking fists. "Here's your
body massage" she said to the short, fat man. She then ripped her right
fist up and buried it deep in his soft belly. UUUUNNNHHH!! came from the
man as he slumped to his knees, gagging and holding his wounded belly.
"And now for your facial" she said to the other man. With that she
brought her left fist around in a textbook left hook that exploded on the
man's jaw. He was out cold before he hit the ground. Sunny came back to
the first man. "You're lucky I'm in a hurry or you would get extended
punishment for being such jerks." she said. She turned to leave when she
heard the man mumble "Fuckin' cunt!" Sunny turned back to him. "Now you
have done it. Now I can't let you go, I have to put my mark on you so you
will see it and remember to be nicer to all the women that you meet.".
She took just the index finger of her left hand and placed it under the
man's chin. She used it to tilt his head to just the angle she wanted
and then WHAM!! Sunny unloaded a ferocious smash with her right fist to
his jaw. His head spun around and his body followed. He joined his buddy
in the land of the unconscious. Sunny opened the back of the SUV and
stuffed both men into it.

She noticed a man watching her as she completed her task. He approached
her carefully. "I was going to ask if you needed any help, but I can see
that you don't" He said. Sunny was embarrassed that someone had observed
the last few minutes when she was cold-cocking the two jerks. "I usually
don't act like this" she said. "From what I could see, they only got what
they deserved" the man said. He held out his hand and introduced himself.
"I'm Roger Barrett" he said. "I was just on my way to Pebble Beach, I
have a tee time there in about an hour." Sunny noticed that he was
dressed for golf. "Sunny Jeong" she said. "I'm on my way to Pebble also.
By the way, I just got my LPGA card and I wanted to play here before
heading for a qualifying tournament for the U.S. Open. " "Perhaps we
might play together, although I'm certainly not in your class as a
golfer. I'm a 16 handicapper" Roger said. "We had better get going" Sunny
replied, so they got in their cars and drove to the golf course which was
only a short distance away. Sunny spoke to the golf pro and showed him
her card. He told her the only possible spot was with a threesome that
was scheduled to tee off in 15 minutes. "That's fine" Sunny said. The
attendant put her clubs on a cart and she raced to the driving range to
warm up a bit. She knew she only had a few minutes, so she only used a
wedge just to get the feel of swinging the club. She then proceeded to
the first tee where the starter was stationed. She as not surprised to
see Roger Barrett there, since he had been rushing to make his tee time.
She noticed he was alone so they paired up, putting her clubs on his
cart. There were two men already standing on the first tee. Sunny and
Roger drove over and introduced them selves. The two men were Bob
Hamilton and Tom Watkins. Hamilton seemed to be the talkative one of the
two. "If you are going to play with us, you have to play a $100 dollar
Nassau." he said. A Nassau is a bet. A $100 Nassau would be $100 on the
front nine, $100 on the back nine, and $100 on the total 18 holes. Most
people usually break even, but you could lose or win $300 also. Most club
golfers play $2 or $5 Nassau bets. "We also allow 2 presses" he went on.
Pressing doubles the bet. Now they discussed their handicaps. Bob was a
2, Tom a 7 and Roger was a 16. Sunny informed them that she was a LPGA
pro and would play scratch or 0 handicap. It's your funeral" Hamilton
said. After they had settled the bet and handicaps, they prepared to
play.

Bob and Tom teed off first. Bob was 245 yards in the left center of the
fairway. Tom was 240 also in the left center. Roger stepped up and
addressed his ball. He swung and hit what was for him, a good tee shot.
It carried about 230 yards with a slight fade which put it on the right
side of the fairway. All eyes turned to Sunny as she pulled her driver
out of the bag and stepped up to her ball. She swung smoothly and
powerfully and sent the ball rocketing straight down the middle. It came
to rest 280 yards right in the center. Bob and Tom looked at each other
in amazement. This woman had out driven them by at least 40 yards. All
four of them hit their approach shots to the green. Bob, who appeared to
be rattled at the moment, missed the green and Tom was on the far left
side, 30 feet from the hole. Roger was on the right side about 25 feet
away. Sunny stuck her approach five feet from the pin. Tom chipped up and
made his putt for a par. Both Tom and Roger two putted for par also.
Sunny calmly buried her five footer for a birdie and she and Roger took a
one hole lead. The rest of the front nine they played on fairly even
terms. Bob was right, he was an excellent golfer, however at the end of
nine holes Sunny and Roger held a one stroke lead. "We'll press" Bob
said. Roger looked at Sunny who gave an inpreceptible nod yes before
Roger agreed.

The second nine proceeded about the same way. As they came to the
beautiful 18th hole, Bob and Tom held a one stroke lead. Both of them hit
excellent drives on this very difficult par 5 hole. The 18th runs along
the ocean and many an errant tee shot has found a watery grave on this
hole. It is one of the most famous and most scenic holes in all of golf.
Roger hit a fairly good drive about 230 yards on the right side of the
fairway. Sunny took in the situation. She had to make a birdie on this
hole or the match would be halved. She reached in to her bag and pulled
out her driver. She stood over her shot for what seemed like an eternity
before the club head started slowly back. Sunny completed a powerful but
rhythmic swing. The ball started out over the ocean, then started to fade
back toward the fairway. It came to rest 290 yards away on the left side
of the fairway. Roger went first, then Bob and Tom completed their second
shots. All were at least a wedge shot away for their third shots. Sunny
took out her 3 wood and let it fly. The ball soared high in the air and
straight. It landed softly on the green and rolled to a stop five feet
from the pin. Bob and Tom must have been a bit shaken by this because
they were twenty feet away each. Roger missed the green so he was
essentially out of the hole. Roger pitched up and they were all ready to
putt. Tom went first and left his putt about 18 inches short. Bob spent
quite a bit of time lining up his put before finally rolling it about 2
feet past the hole. Roger holed out, and all eyes turned to Sunny. She
saw the she had quite a break from left to right on this putt. It would
be a speed putt, meaning that the speed with which it was struck would
determine how far it would break. Sunny also took a lot of time lining up
the putt. At last she stood over it. She struck it firmly the ball began
to slide to the right and then PLOP! right into the center of the cup.
Her eagle would insure that she and Roger would win the match. She
wondered how Bob would react to losing. She didn't have long to wait.
"You took advantage of us, since you are a pro." Bob said loudly.
"Therefore we are not obligated to pay you" With the presses the bet
would come to $600 apiece. Sunny looked at him calmly. "I told you I was
an LPGA member before we ever teed off. You were fine with it then. It
appears that you are nothing but a welsher." Bob started to get red in
the face as Sunny spoke. She continued "I'm going into the golf shop and
find out where you are from. We will send a letter to your club stating
that you refused to pay. How do you think that will look to your friends
and fellow club members back home." "You bitch" Bob shouted. "I'll knock
you silly" He attempted to do just that. His slap landed on Sunny's cheek
with a loud crack. Sunny stumbled back fighting to keep her balance. Bob
tried to hit her again. Sunny ducked under the swing and brought her fist
up into his soft belly. THUD!!! UNUUUHHH!! went Bob as he almost lost his
lunch as a wave of pain and nausea came over him. Before he could
recover, Sunny gutted him again this time her big fist all but
disappearing in his stomach. This time Bob could not hold back. He
vomited up his lunch as he slumped to his knees. Sunny reached down and
entwined her hand in his hair and lifted him to his feet. Once more she
drove that hammer of a fist into his belly. Bob couldn't even make a
sound. Sunny then smashed her left fist into his jaw. Bob flopped over,
out cold. His jaw looked to be either broken or dislocated. Sunny turned
and looked at Tom. who held up both hands. "It looks like he got what he
deserved" Tom said. He quickly came up with $1200 and handed it to Sunny.
"If he got what he deserved, I would have beaten him much worse than
that" she said. "You should do a better job of picking your friends". "He
isn't a friend of mine" Tom said. "We work for the same company, and
since we both play golf, when our meeting was scheduled for this area, we
jumped at the chance to play here. I'll never play with him again" "A
wise decision" Sunny said. Roger had been watching this in amazement.
"Come, Roger, let's go turn in our cart" Roger was speechless so he
climbed into the cart. As they drove back to the golf shop Sunny snapped
her fingers. "Damn it, I was so wrapped up in playing here I forgot to
get a hotel room for the night. I'll bet that there are no vacancies
anywhere around this time of the day" Roger cleared his throat. "You can
stay with me. I have a suite at the Inn so you can have your own
bedroom." Sunny looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "Thank you,
Roger. That is very nice of you. I think I have to take you up on that."
They turned in their cart. "Where are the two gentlemen that you were
playing with?" the attendant asked. "One of them fell asleep" Sunny said
with a smile. The clubs were loaded into their respective cars. "Follow
me" Roger said. He drove off and Sunny fell in right behind him. Roger
drove to the inn and went directly to check in. "There is one change, I
have someone staying with me" he told the clerk at the desk. "No problem"
the clerk said. Roger signed in and the bell hop took their bags up to
his suite. It was a large suite, with two bedrooms, a living room with a
large balcony. Sunny took the smaller of the two bedrooms, leaving the
"master" bedroom for Roger. They decided to shower and get dressed for
dinner so they went to their respective rooms. Soon both showers were
running. Forty five minutes later Sunny emerged from her bedroom. Her
hair had been washed and dried. It hung down over her shoulders. She was
wearing a "little black dress" with thin straps that left her shoulders
and arms bare. Roger was amazed at her muscular development. Sunny must
have seen him staring because she slowly flexed her biceps and smiled at
him. "I have spent an awful lot of time in the gym" she said. She had a
sweater which she threw around her shoulders, hiding her upper body. "You
are fantastic" Roger told her. They got on the elevator and went down for
dinner. Roger ordered a bottle of wine, a nice crisp California
Chardonnay. As they sipped their wine they looked over the menu. Sunny
ordered Mahi-Mahi grilled and a salad. Roger ordered the same thing. As
they waited for their food Roger said "I have a business proposition for
you" Sunny sat up in her chair. "I have plenty of money, in fact most
people say I'm rich" Roger said. "I must admit that I have never met
anyone like you. I think you will stand the golf world on it's collective
ear. They have never had a woman as beautiful as you who can also play as
well as you can." Sunny started to say something but Roger held up his
hand. "Hear me out first" Sunny just nodded. "I would like to be your
sponsor" Roger said. "I"ll pay all of your expenses for things like
hotels, meals, entry fees and any other expenses that come up in exchange
for thirty percent of your income. I'll also act as your agent and
negotiate endorsement deals for the standard agent's fee of ten percent.
In addition I would like to be your caddy at least through the U.S. Open.
You know that I know the game even if I am not a great player. I can get
the yardages, suggest clubs and how to play certain shots. So promise me
you will at least think it over." "That is extremely nice of you, Roger"
Sunny began. "I have not even thought about most of the things you
mentioned. I'll think about it and let you know later, but how would this
affect you family?" "It wouldn't." Roger replied. "My wife died a few
years ago and my children are well taken care of." I have nothing but
time on my hands since my company is in the hands of an outstanding CEO
that I hired so I could take time off." Before they could talk further,
their food arrived and they ate in silence for the next few minutes, both
enjoying the excellent cuisine. Over dessert they mostly made small talk.
Roger claimed that he was tired, and was going up to bed. He gave Sunny a
key to the suite, and told her he would see her in the morning. Sunny
could hear a band playing in the bar across the hall and decided to stop
in there for a few minutes. She gave Roger a peck on the cheek and he
left. Sunny crossed the hall and found a seat at the bar.

The place was jumping, with a good band and lots of people. She ordered a
diet soda and turned to watch the crowd. "You need something with a
little more kick to it than that, let me buy you a drink". She slowly
turned toward the voice. She saw a tall, fairly attractive man with a
grin on his face. She had encountered his type before, that think they
are God's gift to the female gender. "No thanks" she replied and started
to turn back. She felt his hand on her shoulder. "Aw, come on honey, I
wasn't asking you to go to bed with me or anything like that, that is for
later." he said. Sunny turned back to him. "Do you have a very good
relationship with your dentist?" she asked. "Why do you ask?" "Because if
you don't take you hand off my shoulder, you teeth will be all over this
floor in about thirty seconds" she replied. "What?" he demanded. "I
repeat" Sunny said. "If you don't get your hand off my shoulder, I'm
going to knock your teeth out on to this floor in thirty seconds" She
then showed him her hard, capable looking fist by shoving it right under
his nose. One quick look at that fist convinced him to back off. He
mumbled something under his breath and moved away. Sunny promptly forgot
about him and spent the next hour or so listening to the very good band
and entering into the harmless conversation with the other people seated
at the bar. She decided it was time for bed so she began making her way
to the elevator. When she entered the elevator who should jump on it
right behind her but the jerk from the bar. She pushed the button for her
floor and turned her back on him. The elevator suddenly shuddered to a
stop and Sunny turned to see what was wrong. The man had pushed the stop
button and the elevator had halted between floors. "What do you think you
are doing?" She asked. "You need to be taught a lesson and taken down a
peg, and I'm just the man to do it." he responded. "I'm gonna make you
suck my dick right here on this elevator." he continued. Sunny's voice
seemed to drop an octave. "If you don't start this elevator right now,
I'm going to do what I told you I would do in the bar, except now your
teeth will be all over this elevator floor, so if you think you would
enjoy going through the rest of your life toothless just keep it up".
Sunny would never talk like this to anyone, but this guy had really
pissed her off. "So, you're a big tough fighter, huh?" he said. "No, I'm
not a fighter, I'm a destroyer" Sunny replied in that same low voice
accompanied by a mirthless smile. Sunny was on a roll, her anger
replacing judgment for a moment. "So if you eat my pussy and then start
the elevator, I won't hurt you" she growled. "Otherwise, it's a world of
pain for you." "Bitch" he screamed and leaped at her. Sunny brought her
fist up in a savage uppercut that landed just above his belt buckle. All
of the air whooshed out of his lungs and he dropped to his knees gagging.
"That's Ms. Bitch to you" she said. "Obviously you haven't done your
crunches for a while." She hauled him to his feet and shoved him against
the wall. She immediately ripped her hammer of a fist up into his gut
again. He wanted to fold up and fall but she kept him propped up there by
placing her left arm across his throat. Over and over again she buried
that big, hard fist into his now jellied stomach. What little resistance
had been present when she hit him the first time had long since vanished
under her fistic assault. After about the tenth detonation in his gut,
she let him slump to the floor, barely conscious and moaning softly and
whimpering. Sunny reached down and cupped his chin in her hand. You
remember what I promised you?" She asked. "If you eat my pussy, I might
let you off with just the beating you have received up to now." He was so
terrified that he would agree to anything. "So get to work" Sunny
ordered, and draped her dress over his head. He noticed that she wasn't
wearing any underwear and reluctantly he placed his mouth on her and
began half-heartedly to lick and suck. Her voice seemed to be coming from
far away, "You'll have to do better than that, now put some life into
it." The frightened man began to feverishly lick and suck. His lips
closed around her clit and he began whipping his tongue back and forth
across it as he sucked on it. Sunny began to moan and then her orgasm hit
like a ton of bricks. As her breathing began to return to normal, she
flipped her dress up over his head. She reached down and helped him to
his feet. "Guess what?" Sunny asked. "What?" he said. "I lied" Sunny
replied as her right fist smashed directly into his mouth. She could feel
his teeth breaking under her stone fist. Before he could even think about
it her fist blasted into his mouth three more times, ripping and tearing
his lips as well as shattering his teeth. Sonny looked into his mouth and
seemed satisfied with her work. "Just one more" she said and let go with
a huge roundhouse right that smashed into the side of his mouth knocking
out four more teeth in a copious spray of blood and enamel, leaving him
hanging unconscious dangling from her left hand which she had wrapped in
his shirt. His blood was everywhere, his clothes were soaked in it, her
fists were caked with it and some had even splattered on the walls of the
elevator. Sunny looked with a great deal of satisfaction at the swollen,
bloody hole that had been his mouth only a few minutes ago. Without a
word, she dumped him on the floor and punched the start button on the
elevator and it ascended to her floor. As she got off, she punched the
garage button which would lower him to the garage level below the lobby.
She smiled grimly as she saw the remnants of his teeth scattered around
the elevator. "He can't say I didn't warn him." she thought as she headed
for the suite.

Sunny opened the door and tried to slip in quietly. She thought that
Roger would be asleep by now and she didn't want to disturb him. She
tiptoed across the living room and entered her bed room. She stopped in
front of the mirror and gasped at what she saw. She had blood all over
the front of her dress and it was dried and caked on her knuckles which
were also skinned from the contact that they had with her victim's teeth.
Now they were beginning to sting. Carefully, Sunny washed her hands
getting the blood off, making a red pool in the sink. She knew the dress
was probably ruined, but she ran some cold water and put it in to soak
anyway. She had never busted up anyone's mouth and teeth like that and a
shiver ran up her back as she thought about what she had done and how he
looked when she left the elevator. She was sexually turned on by this.
Also her muscles were still pumped and bulging. Sunny had secretly always
loved to fight and at one time had gone out of her way to start them. The
fights had always ended the same way with her opponent battered and
bloody and Sunny walking away usually unmarked. She had learned to
control her desire to fight, but she thought that she must have a
sadistic streak buried somewhere in her psyche because she got so much
enjoyment and sexual excitement from it. It had been well over a year
since she had her last fight and now to knock out four men in one day had
her really revved up. She stepped in the shower and quickly washed all
signs of the encounter off her magnificent body. When she finished her
adrenaline levels must have still been high because she did not feel like
sleeping at all. She silently slipped out the door and into Roger's
bedroom. He was asleep in the big king sized bed that was in the master
bedroom. Sunny slid into bed next to him. She just lay there for a brief
while then she slowly slid her hand under the sheet and began to stroke
him. Roger moaned in his sleep and an erection started to build. He was
now barely awake as Sunny continued to manipulate his penis with her
hand. Now awake, Roger looked at her. "I have daughters older than you"
he whispered. "I'm not your daughter," she replied. " And this is
strictly a one time thing." Roger now had a full erection thanks to
Sunny's efforts. She threw back the sheets and slowly mounted him. She
began to move, slowly at first then picking up speed. Her orgasm exploded
only a few seconds before Roger's did. Sunny collapsed on top of him and
stayed there until their breathing returned to somewhat near normal. She
rolled off of him and promptly fell asleep.

When Roger awoke the next morning, Sunny was already up, showered and
dressed. "Wake up, sleepyhead" she said. Roger picked up the phone and
ordered a room service breakfast for the two of them, and then proceeded
to get himself ready for the day. Just as he finished dressing, the food
arrived. The room service attendant placed the food on the table and
Roger gave him a ten dollar tip. He and Sunny sat down to eat. "I've
decided to take you up on your offer" Sunny said. "I feel that you would
act in my interests only since you don't need the money". "I'm glad that
you have reached that decision." Roger answered. "I'll have my attorney
draw up the contract for your approval. I would suggest that you have a
lawyer look it over to make sure that I'm not leaving out anything" "I'll
do that, and one more thing I want to discuss" Sunny said. "As I said
before, last night was just that, a one night stand. If we are going to
be friends and business associates, we can't let sex get in the way of a
much more important kind of relationship." "That is okay" Roger replied.
He still couldn't believe what had happened between them. "The next thing
I have to do is qualify for the U.S. Open. There is a qualifying
tournament next week at Torrey Pines. Your first duty as my agent will
see if you can get me entered in to it." They finished breakfast and
Sunny told him that she had to leave. She was going to see her parents
and practice. She gave Roger their address and all of her telephone
numbers. She left him on the phone trying to get her into the qualifying
tournament. Sunny drove home. She hadn't seen her parents for a while and
it was like old home week when she arrived. After visiting for a while,
she headed for the country club and the practice range. There under the
watchful eye of Matt Robbins, the only golf teacher she had ever had, she
hit balls on the range. Matt made a couple of corrections in her swing,
and suddenly the ball was flying even straighter and farther than it had
before. Just as she was finishing up on the putting green, her cell phone
rang. It was Roger with the good news that she was entered in the
tournament that started on Thursday. She had to finish in the top ten to
get into the U.S. Open.

Sunny and Roger arrived in San Diego on Tuesday prior to the tournament
starting on Thursday. Sunny played a couple of practice rounds to get
some idea about the course. Roger was busy pacing off distances. On
Wednesday morning, Roger met with several representatives from golf club
manufacturers, trying to get an endorsement deal for Sunny. Finally he
got TaylorMade to agree to supply her with equipment and her compensation
from them was tied to how she finished in tournaments and how much money
she won. Sunny would use her old equipment in this tournament, then the
club fitting specialists for TaylorMade would fit her with clubs to use.
Next Roger contacted the clothing reps who were there. He hammered out a
deal with Polo Golf to supply Sunny's clothes. Roger wanted a classy look
for Sunny, not the two dollar hooker look that some of the women pros
were wearing. Lastly, he managed to get Titleist to supply her with Pro
V1 balls to use. "Not a bad morning," he thought to himself. He found
Sunny on the practice range with Matt and told them the news. Matt had
driven down for the tournament and he had volunteered to replace Roger as
caddy for the week. He had a genuine fondness for Sunny and he had worked
very hard on her game and wanted to see her succeed. Sunny met with the
Polo people after the practice round and with Roger's help selected the
clothing that she would wear during each day of the tournament. She had
an early tee time on Thursday, and late on Friday. After that her
standing in the tournament would determine her tee times. Sunny, Roger
and Matt had an early dinner and tried to get some rest.

They showed up in the dining room at the clubhouse for breakfast. After
eating, Sunny and Matt went to the practice range to warm up. They had
already formulated their strategy for playing the course. Sunny hit
enough balls to get loosened up, and tried a few putts. She really liked
the new Pro V1 balls. She had never played with them before, so it was a
risk changing balls, but she was convinced that they were doing the right
thing. Sunny arrived at the first tee at 7:55am for her 8:05 tee time.
She shook hands with the other two women she would be playing with. Roger
was already discussing some changes in her wardrobe with the Polo
representatives. He wanted to taper the shirts more to show off her thin
waist and taper and shorten the legs on her shorts to emphasize her
powerful thighs. He also wanted the shirts sleeves to be a bit shorter
and tighter so that her biceps would be plainly visible. He wanted
Sunny's ridged abdominal muscles to be visible when the shirt was tucked
in. He knew that by showing off her powerful physique there could be an
intimidation factor with the other golfers and he wanted every advantage
he could get for Sunny.

Sunny was first up on the tee. She placed her new ball down and took her
stance. The first hole at Torrey Pines is a fairly long par five. Sunny
took her stance and prepared to hit. She looked like pure, raw power
standing over the ball. She swung and the ball took off like a rocket
down the center of the fairway. The small gallery gasped in amazement as
the ball came to a stop three hundred yards away. The other two women
were just as surprised as the gallery. They both found the fairway, but
were a good forty yards behind Sunny. Sunny had two hundred and two yards
to the pin from the center of the fairway. She followed Matt's advice and
selected her three iron. She hit a high fade with the ball starting at
the left edge of the green then fading toward the center. It landed on a
slight slope and rolled down toward the pin. It stopped four feet away.
The other women took three shots to get to the green and two putted for
par. Sunny calmly sank the four footer and she had an eagle on the first
hole! She played very well the rest of the day and finished at six under
par sixty six. The next day she was four under and on Saturday she was
four under again. She would start the final day, Sunday in the lead! On
Sunday Sunny once again eagled the first hole and went on to post a five
under par total for the day and won the tournament by four strokes. She
was the talk of the media tent. Not only had she won the tournament but
she had qualified for the U.S. Open! Roger could just see the possible
sponsors lining up. Here was a beautiful, athletic looking woman who
could actually play as good as she looked. The problem that women's golf
had in the past was that most of the good players were not cover girl
material and most of the attractive women couldn't play well enough to
justify being golf's poster girl. The current best golfer, Annika
Sorenstam had shown little interest in trying to cash in on her position.
The field was wide open for Sunny. Suddenly she was the newest golf
sensation. TaylorMade, Titleist, and Polo tore up her contracts and Roger
negotiated new ones that not only supplied her with equipment and
clothing, but paid her well to use them. "Better sign her up now, people"
Roger boasted. "The longer you wait, the more expensive it is going to
be." Apparently they all agreed with them. Sunny would make a half
million dollars a year for the next four years just in these
endorsements, if she never won another dollar on the tour. There was a
clause inserted that if she won the endorsement money would escalate to
over one million per year and up. However the trio of Sunny, Roger and
Matt considered this to be just the tip of the iceberg. If she continued
to improve and win the future was limitless. Her income from endorsements
would dwarf her tournament income just as it had for Tiger Woods and Phil
Mickelson on the men's tour. Since she was already driving a BMW, Roger
planned to try to get an endorsement deal with them. If they refused,
then it was on to other luxury automobile manufacturers. The next step
was to prepare Sunny for the U.S. Open which was to be played at Pumpkin
Ridge in Oregon. The mental preparation which would be much more
difficult than the physical preparation began by studying a layout of the
course. A general idea of which way the doglegs turned, etc., would help
get ready.

Sunny was sitting in her hotel room, truly amazed at what had been
accomplished in such a short period of time. However, something was
bothering her deep inside. She knew what it was. She had not been in any
kind of a fight for years until the incident on the way to Pebble Beach
and suddenly she had been in three. Sunny realized that she absolutely
loved it! She loved the way it felt when her fist smashed into her
victims, and she decided that she wanted to experience that feeling
again. She knew about the underground fights that went on in Los Angeles
and she was determined to get into them. "If I lose, I'll know it's time
to stop." she thought. From her room she made a couple of phone calls to
people that she knew would know what was going on in that venue. She was
not disappointed. She found out when and where these fights were held.
Sunny was nothing if not smart. She drove to the airport and rented a
car. She didn't want her car seen anywhere near this activity. Next she
went to the address she had been given. It appeared to be an abandoned
warehouse, but upon closer inspection she could see people entering by a
side door. These were well dressed people, some even wearing formal
clothing. She figured that they must be paying a pretty penny to get in
there. She marched right up to the door and knocked. It opened just a
crack and a male voice asked her want she wanted. "To see the man in
charge" she answered. "Wait here" she was told. A few minutes later,
another door, further down the street opened and a man dressed in a
tuxedo came out. "How can we help you?" He asked. "I want to fight" Sunny
replied. "I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about" the man
responded. "Maybe this will change your mind" Sunny said. Slowly she
removed her jacket and shirt. The man was totally blown away by her body.
She grinned at him and did a very slow double biceps with the huge mounds
of muscle springing up on her arms as if they had a life of their own.
"What's your name?" the man asked. Sunny blurted out the first thing that
came to her mind. "Su Ling" she responded. "Well, that will do for our
purposes." the man said. "Come inside and we can continue our
discussion." They entered the far door that the man had used earlier. "My
name is Harry Townsend" he said "We will call you Su Ling" he said with a
slight smile. He then explained how they operated to her. She first had
to fight in the women's division. If she became champion, she then had
the option of moving into the men's division if she so desired. "Su Ling"
said "I wanted to fight against men". Harry said he would match her
against the women's champion tonight so if she won, the next time she
could move to the men's division. "Okay" she said with an air of
resignation. "The women's champion is Mary Amberson. We call her "Bloody
Mary" because of all of her opponents blood she leaves in the arena." "No
problem, I'll take care of her" was the reply. "Well, Mary is 6'1" and
weighs in at 205 pounds" Harry explained. "Wait here and get ready. I'll
send for you when we are ready". Sunny began to loosen up with some
stretches and shadow boxing. She didn't have long to wait. In 20 minutes
one of Harry's assistants came for her. "We are ready for you follow me"
he said.

"Su Ling" entered the arena. It was bleacher seating on three sides with
one uncovered wall at the end. Harry was standing in the center of the
fighting area. He held a wireless microphone. "Introducing the champion
of the female division at six feet one inch and 205 pounds "Bloody" Mary
Amberson. "Bloody Mary" is undefeated in fifteen fights and has won them
all by knockouts. Her challenger in her first fight with us tonight is Su
Ling. She is five feet eight inches tall and weighs 162 pounds. Our
standard rules prevail". Standard rules meant that anything goes except
hair pulling, eye gouging or biting. Private areas were off limits. "This
is a one hour time limit fight." Harry nodded at the referee who was
there only to make sure that the rules were followed by both fighters.
The bell rang and both fighters advanced to the middle of the arena. "Su
Ling" made every effort to stay away from Mary. She wanted to tire her
out. She got on her bicycle and stayed on it. Bloody Mary kept chasing
and swinging but "Su Ling" either slipped away or blocked them. After
several minutes of this the crowd was getting very restless and some
booing could be heard. Finally out of frustration Bloody Mary threw her
arms open and tried to catch "Su Ling" in a bear hug. Suddenly "Su LIng"
stopped back pedaling and set herself. The crowd could see the big
muscles in her thighs flex as she turned and stepped forward to meet
Bloody Mary. "Su Ling" turned her body and moved in much to Mary's
surprise. Using all of the power in her legs, hips and shoulders as well
as her powerful arms, "Su Ling" brought her right fist ripping up to
detonate like a bomb in Bloody Mary's belly. Mary lifted up on her toes
and then bent double. She then straightened up as if nothing and
happened. "Su Ling" was mystified. She knew that was as hard as she could
punch, and Bloody Mary seemed unfazed by it. Then Mary's face turned
ashen white, and she started having dry heaves as she slowly dropped to
her knees and keeled over on her side. Mucous tinged with blood was
dribbling out of her mouth. "Talk about delayed reaction" "Su Ling"
thought to herself. She walked around for a couple of minutes, but it was
obvious that Bloody Mary was not going to get up anytime soon. "Su Ling"
walked over to Harry and said "She's done, where is my money?" Harry just
looked at her. "These people paid a lot of money for a show, for blood.
You have to give it to them, then you can have your money." "Su Ling"
sighed. "Okay" she said. Harry continued "Don't worry about Mary" If that
was you on the floor, she would put you in the hospital without even
thinking about it. In fact, that is what she usually does to her
opponents." "Su Ling" walked slowly over to Mary. "These people need a
show, so I guess it is time you started earning your nickname. It's time
for you to bleed for us". Mary couldn't focus enough to understand what
"Su Ling" was talking about. "Su Ling" reached down and grasped Mary by
the hair and with an amazing display of strength, jerked her to her feet
in one motion. She held Mary up with her left hand and with her right she
made a big, hard fist. Slowly, tantalizingly she drew it back and WHAM
she blasted a vicious overhand right that landed squarely on Mary's nose.
Blood came out in a huge spurt as Mary's nose broke under that iron fist.
Even some of the spectators were splashed with it. "Su Ling" released
Mary and she staggered back until she hit the wall, and slid down to the
floor on her butt. "Su Ling" strolled over and picked her up again. "Get
ready, because it only gets worse from here on" She whispered in Mary's
ear. She propped Mary up against the wall. She then started smashing her
fists into Mary's face over and over again. She got into a rhythm almost
like she was hitting a speed bag. At first the crowd could hear the crack
as her fists smashed into bones, the the thuds as the bones turned to
mush. As she hammered her left fist into Mary's mouth a big gout of blood
flew out of it and landed on the wall. Then her right fist extracted
another copious amount of blood on the other side, also staining the
wall. Soon those big, lethal fists were breaking off Mary's teeth and
they were littering the floor around their feet. Still she kept Mary
propped up, not allowing her to fall. Finally she glanced over at Harry.
He seemed satisfied so "Su Ling" wound up for one final punch. Her right
fist exploded on Mary's jaw, breaking it and knocking out two more teeth
as "Su Ling" stood back and let Bloody Mary tumble to the floor. The
crowd was going crazy. They had never seen such a display of savagery,
even from their former champion, Bloody Mary, who was no longer champion
but who was extremely bloody. Both of her eyes were swollen shut, her
lips were torn and swollen, her teeth were all over the floor, cuts too
numerous to count were all over her face, and her jaw was broken as well
as other bones of her face. A gesture from Harry brought two men with a
gurney to haul away the wreckage that had only several moments before
been a very haughty champion. "Follow me" Harry said to "Su Ling". They
went into the room that served as his office. In contrast to the stark
and drab surroundings, Harry's office looked like it belonged to the CEO
of a Fortune 500 company. All dark wood and leather. Harry went to a bar
and poured himself a drink. He asked her if she wanted one, but she
declined. "I've never seen anything like that, even from Mary who I
thought was the most brutal woman I ever met." he said. "Well, you said
you needed a show" she answered. "That tape will be worth a million
dollars by the time we are through selling it. Everyone here tonight is
ordering it already." "Su Ling" smiled "Glad I could help". "I don't know
what your real name is, but you can name your own price" Harry told her.
"When can you fight again?" "First off, pay me for tonight." She
answered. "I don't know when or if I will ever be back, but if I do come
back, I want to fight a man" "Do you really think you can fight a man?"
Harry asked. "I'll beat him worse than I beat Mary, just to show you."
she replied. "How can I reach you?" Harry asked. "You can't. I'll get in
touch with you, if and when I decide to come back." she said. Harry
handed her an envelope filled with money and she gave him a brief hand
shake and left. Harry turned to one of his men "Follow her" he said.
Sunny figured he might try something like that so she drove straight to
the rental agency to turn her car in. She saw Harry's man parked across
the street, so she slipped around the lot and approached the driver's
side of the car. She tapped on the window and the man rolled it down.
"You can give Harry a message from me." she said. "What is it" the man
asked. "Just this" Sunny said. With that, she smashed her fist into his
jaw, knocking him unconscious. Sunny watched for a moment to make sure,
the walked over to her car and drove away.

Sunny quietly slipped into her room, and tried to sleep. Her mind was
spinning. She realized what a risk she was taking by becoming involved in
the underground fights. She had a lot to lose by continuing there, and
the reward, no matter how satisfying it felt to batter Bloody Mary to a
senseless hulk, was simply not worth it. She resolved not to return to
the old warehouse. That would leave Harry to wonder who his mystery woman
champion "Su Ling" was and what had happened to her. Golf was now her
number one priority and she could let nothing interfere with it. They
would be leaving for the Open soon enough, so she needed to concentrate
on making her game better. With that settled, she drifted off to sleep.

At breakfast the next morning with Roger and Matt, she acted as if
nothing had happened. "Where were you last night?" Roger asked. I have
some news for you, but I couldn't find you. "I just needed to get away
for a while, so I just drove around" Sunny replied. "Well, that was your
last drive in the BMW." Roger said. "They wouldn't go for a sponsorship
deal, but Lexus did. They will be delivering a new SC430 for you to
drive." "I like my car." Sunny said. Liking it has nothing to do with
business. BMW came up with nothing and Lexus will give you a new car
every year, and pay you two hundred thousand a year to drive it. In
addition they will provide ES300 cars for Matt and me. So for that kind
of money, you could drive anything couldn't you? As soon as you start to
win on the tour, they will tear up this contract and write a new one,
just like the equipment and clothing people did." "You are right, Roger.
It's just that I like my car, and hate to give it up. I have to start
thinking like a businesswoman instead of just a golfer." Sunny and Matt
left for the practice range, and Roger went up to his room to make
arrangements for travel to the Open. He also contacted his attorney about
forming a corporation for Sunny which all monies would be paid into and
she would be given a salary by the corporation. She would also be the CEO
and the only stock holder. Matt and Roger would be paid by the
corporation. They would make Matt a full time employee so he could give
up his position as a teaching pro and travel exclusively with Sunny.
Roger really didn't need the money, so he would only collect his
expenses. After the open, depending on how well Sunny did, they would
hire a full time caddy and Matt would work exclusively as her instructor.
A very satisfactory arrangement for all concerned he thought.

They decided to drive to the Open. Roger leased a customized RV for their
use. It was very comfortable with three bedrooms and three baths, like a
real home on wheels. He also hired a driver to operate it since neither
he or Matt were qualified to drive it. Sunny's car was attached to the
tow bar so they would have transportation when they got there. They all
loaded in to it and took off. Sunny and Matt passed the time watching
videos of her swing, and also video's of the course, trying to
familiarize themselves with it. The driver, Jim Bailey, was very easy
going and fit right in with Sunny's little entourage. They wheeled into
the area that Roger had rented space for the RV and parked. Jim
immediately hooked up the electricity so they would have power. Roger
began making phone calls and Sunny and Matt drove down to get signed in
for the tournament. Tournament headquarters was in the large clubhouse.
The place was a mad house. Finally Sunny and Matt got signed in and got
credentials for everyone in their party. Then it was back to the RV which
would be home base for the entire U.S. Open. Sunny and Matt set up a
schedule including everything from workouts, to time on the practice
range to meals. The LPGA provided a trailer that was fully equipped for
workouts, but they had to schedule time in there. Sunny wanted to work
out now, even though they were not scheduled. She drove over to the
trailer, and found it was almost empty, only two other women were in
there. She was dressed in sweats, and as she took off her sweatshirt and
pants, leaving her in her workout gear that barely covered her body, she
could hear gasps from the other women when they saw her and then again
when they saw how much weight she was lifting. After a quick turn at the
weights, Sunny got on a treadmill and set it for a six minute mile and
began running. At the end of one mile she had barely broken a sweat. She
got in five miles before she decided that she had enough. She pulled on
her sweats and left the trailer. She knew she would be the topic of
conversation if those two spread the word about her workout.

Sunny and Matt went out to play a practice round. Sunny hit several balls
on each hole. Matt used one of the GPS range finders to measure the
distances. The range finders were outlawed in competition, but all
caddies used them during practice rounds on both the men's and women's
tours. Matt would measure the distance from a bush or a tree and write it
down in Sunny's yardage book. Then all he would have to do on each day is
come out and find the pin placement and they would be set. Sunny spent
six hours on the course and the range and was tired when the finally came
in. They found a room and Matt began to give her a rubdown. Sunny was on
her stomach and had unfastened her bra and was wearing a towel around her
middle after her shower while Matt worked on the muscles of her back. His
hands moved down to her legs and his hand slipped between them and
brushed against her clit. Sunny suddenly sat up. "I'm sorry, I just
couldn't help myself" Matt explained to her. Sunny grabbed his collar in
both hands and pulled her face up close to his. "What the hell did you
think you were doing" she snarled. "I'll pack my things and be out of
here in an hour" Matt said. Suddenly Sunny place her mouth over his and
gave him a long, hard kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth. Matt was
surprised. When she finally broke the kiss, she said "I have wanted to do
that for years. What took you so long?" She pulled him down on the table
and loosened his belt. Matt's pants fell to the floor. Sunny ripped his
underwear off, and rolled Matt over on his back. She mounted him, seeing
that he was definitely ready. At first she was playful sliding up and
down on him and swirling around on the tip of his penis. All at once she
sat down hard, taking him fully inside her. They started to move together
and in just a few minutes the both exploded. Sunny jumped up off the
table. "Now look what you have done, now I will have to take another
shower". She went on to tell Matt that she had a crush on him since she
had first started taking golf lessons from him. She was delighted that he
evidently felt the same way. Matt was overwhelmed. He had no idea that
Sunny felt that way. He was after all nine years older than her. Sunny
showered quickly and they left the clubhouse.

Sunny stood on the first tee feeling just a bit nervous. It was a good
nervous, though. She was playing with two other women in the first round
of the U.S. Open. She felt relieved as her first tee shot found the
fairway. Sunny struggled a bit on that first day, but finished at two
under par and tied for fifth place, three shots out of the lead. The next
day the winds came up and Sunny posted even par for the day to stay at
two under for the tournament. The leaders came back to her a little so
she was now only one shot out of the lead. She found out that she would
be paired with Meg Mallory, the defending champion, on Saturday. Sunny
was just coming out of the shower when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
She turned and found a woman she knew to be Meg Mallory standing there.
Meg was notorious for being one of the more prominent lesbians on the
tour. "Hi, honey" Meg said. "I wanted to meet the sweet young thing who
had everyone talking". Sunny extended her hand and Meg took it. Meg
seemed to hold on a bit longer than necessary before she released it.
"Why don't we get together tonight and get better acquainted?" Meg asked.
"Sorry, I have plans" Sunny replied. "Now honey, nobody turns down ol'
Meg". She slid her hand between Sunny's legs as she was talking. Sunny
spun around and smashed her fist into Meg's ample stomach. No one had
seen what happened. Meg's eyes bugged out and she couldn't breathe as a
wave of pain and nausea rolled over her body. Sunny was holding her up.
"If you ever touch me again, I'll put you in the hospital" Sunny
whispered in Meg's ear. Sunny then exploded one more good gut punch into
Meg's already sore belly. "It's okay, go ahead and puke" Sunny said as
she let Meg fall to the floor. Sunny bent over by Meg. "Tomorrow don't
speak to me, don't even look at me or I will do much worse than this to
you" Sunny said. With that, she rose and strode out of the shower room.
Meg was in the process of throwing up as Sunny left. She did not tell
either Roger or Matt about the incident, not wanting them to make it even
worse. She was sure that she could handle it herself. Tomorrow was a big
day, so they had an early dinner and went to sleep.

Saturday morning came bright and clear. The winds were still there, so it
would be a tough day. Sunny and Meg were in the next to last group to
play, so Sunny got to the range early. Meg came down a few minutes later
and upon seeing Sunny went to the opposite end of the driving range to
warm up. Sunny and Matt were working on keeping the ball low in the wind
so it would not have as much of an effect on her shots. She was hitting a
low, right to left draw with all of her shots. Sunny had the ability to
make the ball move in either direction, but the left to right fade was a
much higher shot and not as usable in windy conditions like today. When
they moved to the first tee, Meg still wouldn't look at Sunny. They both
hit their tee shots down the middle but Sunny out drove Meg by almost
thirty yards. However, Meg was used to being out driven by the younger,
stronger players so she was not intimidated by Sunny's length. Meg hit a
seven iron to the middle of the green. Sunny hit a pitching wedge to ten
feet. They both made their birdie putts and moved on to the next hole.
The coolness between them was evident even to the TV commentators who
noticed it immediately. At the end of the day, Meg was five under and
Sunny was four under. They would be the final pairing the next and final
day. They shook hands without really seeing each other and went to the
locker room. Sunny again had an early dinner and went to bed. Tomorrow
was a very big day.

Sunday dawned bright and clear. At last the wind had died down, so the
possibility for someone to really "go low" as the pros called it was
there. Sunny went through her normal warm-up routine and headed for the
first tee. Meg was already there when Sunny arrived. She had a one stroke
lead and seemed very determined to keep it. They played like that until
the 16th hole. It is a 366 yard par 4. Sunny again out drove Meg by over
thirty yards. They hit their approach shots and Meg's eight iron was 12
feet from the pin. Sunny hit a wedge four feet away. Meg missed her putt
and everyone held their breath until Sunny stood over her putt. After she
and Matt took their time in lining it up, Sunny buried it in the back of
the cup. Now they were tied moving to number 17, a 385 yard par 4. Sunny
again outdrove Meg by a considerable distance. Meg hit her second shot
about 15 feet behind the pin. Sunny studied the yardage chart. Today the
pin was only about five feet from the edge of the green with a huge
bunker right in front of it. Sunny tried to feather her shot in between
the pin and the bunker, but it fell short and into the sand. She was
cursing herself mentally for trying that shot as she climbed down into
the huge bunker. She hit her sand shot about 5 feet from the pin. Meg
missed her birdie putt by only a couple of inches. It looked like it
would go in, but just wobbled off from lack of speed at the end. Now
Sunny had a very tricky 5 footer to save par and stay tied for the lead.
She hit the putt which had a considerable break left to right. At first
it looked like she had played too far outside the hole, but the ball made
a sudden turn and tumbled into the side of the cup. They would go to 18
all tied. The 18th hole was a 500 yard par five that doglegs left. Sunny
who was now up first hit a huge drive, 295 yards which left her 205 to
the green. Meg was only about 250, so she would have no choice but to lay
up on her second shot. She hit a perfect five iron and left herself one
hundred yards to the green. Sunny pulled out her Rescue club, which has
replaced long irons for a lot of male as well as female players. Sunny
swung, the ball flew high and straight landing on the front of the green
and rolling down the slope toward the pin. The ball stopped 12 feet past
the pin. Meg hit a gap wedge six feet away. Sunny would putt first if she
made the putt, the tournament was over, and she would have won the U.S.
Open. She and Matt walked around and surveyed the putt from every angle.
Finally Sunny stepped up to the ball and stood over it. She started the
putt on the line she wanted and watched it disappear into the cup. At
first she couldn't fathom what she had accomplished. She had just won the
U.S. Open! However, Meg still had to putt out, so Sunny tried to curb her
enthusiasm. Meg holed out the six footer and finished second. She gave
Sunny a very pufunctory handshake and left immediately. Roger and Matt
were simply going crazy. The trophy presentation and the check
presentation took a lot of time. She had to pose for photographers for
quite a while. When she finally finished and went back to the clubhouse
it was deserted. She undressed and headed for the shower.

Sunny realized that she was not alone after all. Meg stepped out of the
shadows and she was accompanied by a very large woman dressed in black
leather. "You didn't think I was going to let you get away with that, did
you?" Meg asked with a smile. "This is Ingrid" she continued. "Ingrid is
going to re-arrange your face" Sunny could tell that this was not the
first time that Ingrid had been in a fight. She was tall, about six feet
tall in her boots and was very wide across the shoulders and back. "I'm
going to enjoy this" Med said. Ingrid advanced toward Sunny who just held
her ground. Ingrid lunged at her, but Sunny managed to get out of the
way. She slammed her elbow into Ingrid's kidney area. Ingrid winced and
spun around and stomped on Sunny's bare foot. Pain shot through her foot
and up her leg. While Sunny was distracted, Ingrid drove a vicious punch
into her face. Sunny went down. "Get up sweetcakes, I'm just getting
started" Ingrid taunted her. Sunny waited briefly for the pain to subside
in her foot and slowly got to her feet. Ingrid snapped a quick punch to
Sunny's eye. Her head snapped back, and she lost her balance again and
fell. This time Ingrid tried to reach down and grab her, but Sunny jammed
her foot between Ingrid's legs as hard as her powerful thigh could drive
it. Ingrid gasped and staggered back. Sunny leaped to her feet. "Now it's
my turn" She let loose a barrage of punches to Ingrid's hard belly. The
first four or five seemed to have no effect, but Sunny's strong arms and
big fists kept driving in, and at last she could feel Ingrid's abdominal
muscles give way. Now Sunny's fist was sinking in deeper and deeper. She
really had nothing against Ingrid, so she stepped back, set her self and
brought a smashing uppercut to Ingrid's chin. She lifted up in the air
and fell back to the floor, out cold. Sunny stood over her for a few
seconds to make sure she was really out when she saw Meg start to run
away out of the corner of her eye. Sunny caught her before she could get
anywhere near the door. She slammed Meg back against a row of lockers and
held her there. Sunny held her big, hard fist up and showed it to Meg.
"You remember what I told you I would do if you bothered me again?" she
asked. Meg was shaking so much from fear she couldn't answer. Then a
stream of urine began pouring down her leg as she lost control of her
bladder. Sunny waited with a look of disgust on her face, until Meg was
through. "Please don't hurt me. I promise that I will never bother you
ever again." Meg pleaded. However her plea fell on deaf ears. Sunny began
to gut her with those big fists. Over and over again she drove her
sledgehammer right fist into Meg's stomach, ripping and twisting deep
inside her. Meg felt white hot agony flood her body and mind and Sunny's
fist continued to plunge in and out of her wounded belly. Meg was heaving
and gagging. Twenty times that savage fist buried in Meg's soft gut. Meg
had long since passed out and could feel nothing. Sunny went to the water
cooler and got water and dumped it on Meg. "We are not finished yet"
Sunny said. She yanked Meg to her feet. Once again that brutal fist
ripped into Meg's belly. With her left hand Sunny positioned Meg's head
just so. Her fist started from the floor and accelerated on the way up.
Her powerful legs, and shoulders whipped the fist like a brick on the end
of a string. It exploded under the point of Meg's chin like a nuclear
bomb. Meg flew back against the row of lockers and slowly slid down to a
sitting position on the floor. Then she fell over on her side. Sunny
stared at her for a moment, then went back into the shower room. She took
a long, hot shower and dressed slowly. As she left the locker room the
unconscious bodies of Ingrid and Meg were still just where she left them
in the floor. Sunny opened the door and a big smile crossed her face as
she saw Roger and Matt waiting for her.