Vinaigrettes
By Autolycus, maynlinz@earthlink.net
Three catfight stories.


VINAIGRETTES

(c) 2000 Autolycus

Hola, amigos and amigas!

I am Lupe Bacalao and I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of
you for reading the adventures of myself and my friend, Jessica Chance.
Gracias, and please continue to enjoy our amazing exploits. But today I would
like to treat you all to something a little different: The adventures of some
of my...hmmm, well, they are not exactly Lupe's friends...I suppose I'll
simply refer to them as appliances.

The first concerns the little senorita known as Vixen's friend, Pandora, and
what happens when she encounters a female robber one night. I call it
Pandora's Box.

The second is about what happens when Saba runs into trouble while delivering
an anti-gang lecture at a local high school. This one is titled Welcome Back,
Trotter.

And, last but not least, the story of what happens to Lilith's secretary when
she is visited by someone hired by the fiancee of an old boyfriend to make
sure she stays out of the picture. I had to call this one Dunn Deal.

Anyway, here are three vinaigrettes I hope you will enjoy.

Pandora's Box

Some treasures are kept in the most unlikely places. Others are hidden in
plain sight.

Pandora was awakened by the sound of someone rummaging around in her room.
Thinking it was just her roommate, Vixen, she was about to roll over and go
back to sleep when the covers were torn from on top of her and a pair of
panties stuffed into her mouth. A second later, she found herself straddled by
a shadowy figure.

"Just keep quiet and you won't get hurt," snarled a feminine voice. The woman
leaned over and flipped on her bedside lamp. "Where do you keep your
valuables, sweetheart?' she demanded, removing the panties, but keeping them
close to her mouth, so she could pop them back in should her victim cry out.

Her assailant was dressed all in black and looked to be in about her
mid-twenties, same as she was, but it was difficult to be sure because of the
cat mask and black stocking cap which hid her upper face. She had intense
green eyes, though, that stared cat-like at her from behind the mask.

"What valuables?" Pandora asked fearfully. She was an attractive young lady
with large breasts and a fit body. Her blonde hair was currently done in a
pony tail and her brown eyes were lit with anxiety. She was wearing nothing
but a flimsy lace nightgown and panties.

"Don't play dumb with me, cookie! I know your parents are loaded, so I figure
you must be, too." She suddenly drove her fist hard into Pandora's stomach.
"Where do you keep them? You got a safe in one of these walls, maybe?"

"My money is in a bank, you idiot! And just look at this place. Does it look
like the home of someone rich?" she asked, panting for breath.

The thief looked around her and seemed to notice for the first time that the
apartment wasn't decorated in what one could even charitably describe as
'classy'. In fact, 'cheesy' might be a much better adjective. The basic layout
was pink walls with white trim--That is, what she could see of the walls
appeared to be pink. They were covered with so many paintings and posters that
it was hard to be sure. There was a pile of stuffed animals in one corner and
a chest of drawers sitting against a wall. The jewelry scattered across the
top of it was the typical cheap gold and silver stuff worn by most young
women. Even the television sitting on it looked to be something of an antique;
it was clearly not an HDTV.

With a deep sigh, the thief reached up and pulled off the stocking cap,
shaking loose a head full of long dark hair. "I knew I should have spent more
time casing this place," she mumbled quietly, rocking forward and then sitting
back suddenly.

Pandora gasped as the wind was once more forced from her body.

"Still, you must have something of value in this dump," she mused, stuffing
the panties back when her victim opened her mouth to protest. She then punched
her in the gut and quickly flipped her over while she was struggling to
breathe and bound her hands and feet with a pair of short ropes she'd brought
along for that very purpose. "If you don't struggle, the ropes won't hurt too
much"

Without another word, she climbed off her and headed for the living room.

Pandora was scared, no doubt about that, but she was also angry at the
invasion of her privacy and the violation of her home. Not knowing when Vixen
was likely to return--She was out on patrol as the super heroine NightFox--she
decided that it was up to her to stop this intruder. So, she began to wriggle
her arms in an effort to loosen the ropes binding her wrists.

Fortunately, the thief was as lousy at tying knots as she was at choosing
targets to rob and Pandora quickly freed herself. Then, hearing the intruder
returning to the bedroom, she jumped from the bed and positioned herself next
to the doorway, grateful that she wouldn't realize Pandora was loose until she
had entered the room since the bed was on the same wall as the door.

"You weren't kidding. I doubt the computer and the stereo are worth the
effort, but--Oooommmppphhh!!!!!" She doubled over in pain when Pandora pivoted
and kicked her in the belly.

"You're gonna need all your money for a lawyer, sister!" the blonde said,
grabbing her foe by the collar and then whipping her around and slamming her
back against the wall. She followed that up with a knee to the thief's groin
that left her gasping and seeing stars. "And a good doctor!" she added,
stepping back and punching her squarely in the jaw.

The thief slid down the wall, moaning and holding her face. "I'm not done with
you yet, babe. Not by a long shot!" Pandora said, hauling the other woman to
her feet by her hair and driving the point of her knee into her heaving belly.
A couple of forearms to the chest and a nasty uppercut to her pussy left the
thief gasping and barely able to stand, even with the hold Pandora had on her
hair.

"No more! Please! Just let me go!" the intruder sobbed, tears streaming from
beneath her cat mask.

"I don't think so, honey!" Pandora laughed, slapping her sharply across the
face. "Now, before I really have some fun with you, let's see what's under
this thing" She pulled the mask free and revealed the attractive face
underneath it. "Aww, you're real pretty. It's a shame to cover up such a cute
face. Let's see what the rest of you looks like." She pulled the shirt up and
over her head, exposing a nice set of tits encased in a red bra, which she
promptly punched. Then, taking hold of the bra by the front, she guided the
dazed woman over until she was standing--Well, wobbling, really--in front of
the bed and then belted her solidly across the mouth.

The blow tore the bra free and the thief landed face-first on the bed,
bouncing several times before coming to a rest.

Pandora tossed the bra aside and then proceeded to remove the woman's shoes
and slacks, leaving her with nothing on but a pair of white socks and black
panties. "You wanted to know if I had any valuables, right?" she grinned,
slipping off her nightgown and underwear, revealing her thatch of blonde pubic
hair. "Well, I just remembered I forgot to mention the most valuable thing I
possess." She then flipped the thief over onto her back and straddled her,
pulling the woman's arms up and over head as she settled comfortably on the
tear-streaked face. "This is my box. What do you think of it, bitch?" She
wiggled her ass, grinding her sex into the other woman's face, causing the
thief beneath her to increase struggling.

"Settle down, babe. It won't hurt as much if you don't struggle," she laughed,
twisting around and punching the thief in the tits until she stopped trying to
escape. "That's better. Now, just relax and enjoy the ride until my roommate
gets home."

Pandora smiled and continued to work her pussy back and forth across the
sobbing woman's face, hoping that Vixen wouldn't get back too soon.

As she continued to simultaneously punish the would-be thief and please
herself, her hands instinctively moved to her own breasts, massaging them and
arousing herself even more. Unfortunately, she got so caught up in her own
pleasure that she failed to notice when the woman beneath her worked her arms
from beneath Pandora's knees.

That is, until she buried both fists deep into the startled blonde's tummy,
not only preventing her from climaxing and knocking the wind from her, but
sending her tumbling backwards onto the floor besides.

The dark haired thief quickly stomped her foot down onto her exposed thatch of
blonde pubic hair and ground her heel into it, causing Pandora to cry out in
pain.

"Aww, did I hurt your precious box, bitch?" she snarled, raising her foot and
then stomping down again even harder. "Good. And let me assure you that this
is just the beginning. By the time I'm done with it, you won't be opening it
for anyone for a very long time."

Despite the intense pain between her legs, when the thief's foot was lifted a
second time, Pandora tried to scramble away, only to have the brunette grab
her by the ankles and deliver a particularly vicious and powerful kick to her
pussy which lifted her entire body off the floor. The thief then flipped her
onto her back and dropped her knee onto the ravaged area.

Leaning forward, which forced the point of her knee even deeper into Pandora's
sex, she cattily slapped the blonde's tits. "I'm also gonna work these jugs
over for the heck of it," she sneered, grabbing them and twisting them
painfully.

"No, please, just leave. I won't press charges," Pandora sobbed.

"Press charges?! Honey, when I'm done with you, you won't be able to press a
button," she laughed, tagging her on the side of the jaw with her right fist.
"And if you even think about pressing charges, when I get out I will come back
and waste your prissy ass. Got it?" she snarled, grabbing a handful of her
blonde hair and lifting her face until their noses practically touched.
Pandora nodded fearfully and the thief slammed her head back down onto the
floor. "That's a good little slut."

Still keeping her knee pressed painfully against Pandora's pussy, she began to
punch the subdued blonde in her belly with hard rights and lefts, each blow
bringing a grunt, groan, or gasp from the beaten girl. "Unh! Ongh! Onh! Ungh!"

When the blonde's tanned stomach had turned an ugly shade of red, the dark
haired beauty moved to the girl's breasts, pounding them even harder than she
had her gut. "You didn't think I'd forgotten about these, did you?" she
giggled, driving her fists so deep into the succulent flesh that they sunk in
up to her wrists and brought howls of anguish from her victim.

"Aiiieeee!!! Stop it! Stop it! Please, I'm begging you, leave my girls alone!"
Pandora wailed.

"Well, since you asked so sweetly...NO!" grinned the thief, continuing her
assault. Thud! Thwap! Bap! Smack! Each time she pulled her fist back to hit
the other breast, the one she'd just struck wiggled and jiggled like a bowl of
black and blue Jell-O until the fist was again driven into it.

Finally, Pandora seemed on the verge of simply passing out from the incredible
physical abuse and her body suddenly stopped struggling and her mouth went
slack, her pink tongue lolling from between her puffy lips.

"No sleeping, bitch!" the thief scolded, slapping her sharply across the face
and bringing her around. "It's time for the finale." She then scooted forward
until her curly bush was resting directly atop the groggy girl's mouth. "Bite
me and I'll rip your tits off," she warned, reaching behind her and grabbing a
tender breast with each hand, using them as handles as she rode the beaten
blonde's face to climax.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" cried an unfamiliar voice, startling the
dark haired thief just as she was beginning to really enjoy herself.

She turned to see a tall woman with an incredible build standing in the
doorway of the bedroom. The newcomer had short, dark hair and intense blue
eyes that seemed to be filled with electricity. She was wearing a cut-off
T-shirt and panties and she looked royally pissed. "Who the Hell are you?" the
thief demanded, jumping to her feet.

"I'm her roomie and your worst nightmare, sister!" she replied, her luscious
lips curling into an ugly snarl.

The thief snorted and then rushed forward, fists raised, only to be met with a
powerful blow to her gut that not only lifted her off her feet but actually
caused her head to hit the ceiling. She fell to her ass, rubbing her head in
pain and confusion. "That's some punch you've got, lady," she conceded.

"Be grateful I held back," Erishkigal grinned. "That time." She moved around
the dazed thief and knelt beside Pandora, helping her sit up. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just do me a favor and hold that bitch so I can beat the shit out of
her before we call the cops," the blonde coughed.

"I don't think so!" cried the thief, scrambling to her feet and racing for the
front door.

Unfortunately for her, Eri easily caught her before she could even reach the
front room. Grabbing her hair, she yanked the would-be thief off her feet and
dragged her back to the bedroom. She then hauled her to her feet and tossed
her face-first onto the bed and then quickly dropped on her back and looped
her arms beneath the thief's and secured a Full Nelson.

"She's all yours, baby," she grinned, standing her up and turning her to face
Pandora.

The blonde grinned evilly and ground her right fist into her left palm. "I am
so gonna enjoy this..." she said softly.

"Can't we discuss this like--Oooommmmppppfffff!!!!!!!" she gasped when Pandora
stepped into a hard shot to her flat stomach.

The smaller blonde than gave her a knee-lift to her groin and bent her head
down and bit her tit hard. She punched, clawed, hit, chewed, beat, and
battered every part of the brunette's body with no rhyme or reason and no plan
other than to cause her more pain than she had experienced. It wasn't a
methodical pounding by any stretch of the imagination--Pandora was so intent
on hurting her enemy that several of her blows actually missed, striking her
roommate instead; Eri barely felt them and Pandora never realized her
mistake--but it was thorough. Brutally thorough.

Holy shit, Eri! That's enough! said Vixen's voice inside the Goddess' head.
Stop her before she kills the poor woman!

"She's had enough, Pandora," Eri said. "In fact, she's been unconscious for
several minutes. You can stop now."

But Pandora didn't stop. She didn't care. And, if she even heard Eri, she
showed no sign of having done so as she continued to beat and kick the woman
in the Goddess' grasp.

Eri released the unconscious brunette and grabbed Pandora's flailing fists,
holding them tightly, and staring deeply into her green eyes. "She's beaten,
Pandora. You've exacted your revenge. Let the anger go," she said softly.

"I-I'm sorry," she panted, collapsing against Eri's powerful body. "I...she
tried to...I couldn't let her...I couldn't let it happen...not again. Not
again!"

Don't even bother asking me, Eri, Vixen said. I have no idea what she's
talking about. I was the one regularly raped by my foster fathers, not her.

"Are you sure?" Eri asked, holding Pandora close and gently stroking her hair.

"Sure? Yeah, I'm sure," Pandora answered, not realizing the Goddess wasn't
talking to her. "No one is ever gonna rape me again."

"You're right, Catherine. I swear it," Eri promised, kissing her softly.

Pandora leaned into the kiss, savoring it, and wrapped her arms around Eri
until an agonized moan reminded both women that they weren't alone.

She pulled back and gasped when she saw how battered the brunette was. She had
the puffiness which denoted that her eyes would soon be black, and, in fact,
the right one had already swollen shut. Her breasts were criss-crossed with
both claw marks from her nail and bite marks from her teeth and her heaving
stomach was a deep, crimson red in color and quivered with pain.

"Did...did I do that?!" she stammered. Erishkigal nodded. "Oh my...I didn't
mean...is she all right?"

"It looks worse than it is," Eri assured her. "She'll be fine in a couple of
days. But, I still think it would be a good idea to tie her up until you and
Vixen call the police. Just in case."

"Vixen? She won't take control until morning..." Pandora said as they bound
the unconscious thief's hands and feet with her own bra and panties. "And
that's hours from now."

"I know," grinned Eri, picking Pandora up and carrying her to Vixen's room and
laying her gently on the bed.

The End

Welcome Back, Trotter

Going back is never easy. But moving forward is no picnic either.

Saba Trotter hated having to go out to the schools and lecture the kids on the
evils of gang life. Not because she didn't think the program was a good idea.
And not because she didn't care about the kids. She hated it because it always
depressed her to see how many kids were already in gangs, probably beyond her
ability to reach them with simple words.

And today's lecture was going to be more painful than usual because she had
drawn her own alma mater, Rodney King High School, and she definitely wasn't
looking forward to going back there again. She hadn't exactly loved school, or
been a very good student--A fact which irritated her teachers to no end
because they knew that her mother was brilliant. It wasn't so much that she
had disliked school as it was a petty (and, she now freely admitted, stupid)
way to get back at her mom for leaving her to be raised by relatives for most
of her childhood. The fact that her mother calmly accepted that only made it
worse.

Still, when all was said and done, she did have a lot of fond memories from
the place and it hurt her to see how unkind the years had been to the old
school.

As she made her way into the main building, she couldn't help but notice the
visible signs of a gang's presence: freshly painted walls to cover up the
graffiti; broken windows covered with clear tarps; and, most obvious, guards
armed only with cell phones patrolling the grounds. She knew at the first sign
of trouble, though, the police would be alerted and here within minutes. LA
had long since stopped playing around with kids who came to school to do
anything but learn.

Sometimes Saba worried that they had gone too far in their attempts to make
the schools as safe as possible. Other times she feared they hadn't gone far
enough.

A group of girls approached and the obvious leader of the bunch stepped up and
looked her straight in the eyes. "What are you doing here, pigger?" she
demanded. She was a dark-skinned girl with a small, compact body that showed
signs of having lead the life of a gangbanger: well-developed muscles and
several prominent scars. Her dark hair was cut short and her brown eyes burned
with self-righteous indignation.

Saba cringed inwardly at the epithet, but outwardly didn't let on how much it
stung. "I'm giving a lecture on the evils of gangbanging. If you're going to
be there I promise not to use any big words and to talk very slowly," she
replied, staring right back at the girl without batting an eye.

Several of her cronies laughed and the leader turned on them furiously, but,
before things got out of hand, one of the school's security officers walked
up. "I see you've met Natine, Officer Trotter," he said. He was a big Latino
with a shaved head and warm eyes. His name tag read "Manuel."

"Yes, we were just talking about how much she's looking forward to my talk.
Weren't we, Natine?" she asked, flashing her a big smile.

"Whatever," shrugged the girl, turning and walking away, followed by her
posse.

"You'd better watch yourself with that one, Saba," he cautioned, watching them
go. "She's bad news."

"I'm a big girl, Manny. I can handle some high school gangsta wannabe," she
assured him as they walked towards the main office. "How have you been?"

"The only thing missing from my life is you, baby," he grinned, holding the
door open for her.

"I doubt your wife would appreciate hearing that," she laughed.

"I won't tell her if you won't," he suggested impishly.

"Does this school pay you to socialize, Mr. Fernandez?" inquired an attractive
Latino woman as she emerged from an office marked "Principal."

"No, ma'am, it doesn't," Manuel said quickly, adopting a very serious manner.

"I didn't think so. And, I heard what you said and I'd like to see you in my
office after school," she said sternly.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied.

"Now, give me a kiss and get back to work, you lazy bandito," she smiled,
holding her arms open.

"Yes, ma'am!" Manuel grinned, embracing her and then rushing back outside.

"Glad to see you two haven't changed, Sarita," Saba said, hugging the older
woman.

"And I see I still need to keep an eye on him or you'll steal him away from
me, Saba," she replied teasingly.

Both women laughed as they entered Principal Fernandez' office.

*****

The talk went fine and Saba was glad to see that Natine and her friends had
attended, although she suspected that they hadn't done so of their own
volition, given Manuel's presence at their side through the entire
presentation. She left her alma mater feeling pretty good and hopeful that
she'd at least made the kids think about the consequences of joining a gang,
and maybe even changed some would-be gangbangers' minds. She was especially
pleased that a large number of students had stayed and talked with her after
the presentation was over.

Then, she'd talked with Sarita and Manuel about the possibility of her coming
back and talking to any students who wanted to in a more intimate environment.
Her hope being that they'd be more open without their friends and the rest of
the student body as an audience. Both Manuel and Sarita were very excited
about that idea and they agreed to get together soon to discuss it in earnest.

By the time Saba left Sarita and Manuel it was getting dark, but the officer's
mind was too occupied with other things to give the lateness of the hour much
notice.

Suddenly, several figures rushed out of the shadows and knocked her to the
ground. Before she could react, her gun and night stick had been removed and
she'd been struck sharply across the face with the latter. As she struggled to
rise, the club was driven into her belly as numerous hands continued to
restrain her. She was dimly aware of her hands being cuffed behind her back
with her own handcuffs and being forced to her knees.

"Nice stick, pigger," Natine smirked, standing before her and slapping the
night stick against her palm. Saba saw her gun sticking out of the gang
leader's waistband. "How many of my brothers and sisters have you used it on?"

The police officer remained silent, noting that the four girls holding her
weren't as sure about what they were doing as Natine was.

"I asked you a question, bitch!" she snarled, cracking Saba's jaw with the
night stick.

"You're making a big mistake, Natine. This is assaulting a police officer.
That's a felony. Let me go before this goes any farther and the most you'll be
looking at is a few months in Juvie," Saba offered. "That goes for the rest of
you, too. Trust me, you don't want to take this to the next level."

"Maybe she's right, Nat," began one of the other girls. "What are we gonna do
with her?"

"We're gonna make this pig squeal, that's what," sneered Natine, removing the
gun from her pants and holding the muzzle close to Saba's mouth. "Open up and
take it, pigger. Take it all the way, just like your lover's pitiful dick."

Saba's mouth remained closed and her jade eyes flashed with an intensity that
startled the younger woman.

"Oh, I forgot, you're probably a dyke. Think of this as your lesbo lover's
strap-on, then," she laughed, forcing the end of the muzzle between Saba's
full lips. "Come on, cunt, open up, or I'll have to knock out some of those
pearly whites and force it down your fucking throat."

"Holy shit, Nat," said one of the girls quietly. "She is a cop, you know.
Maybe we should-"

"Shut up!" Nat cried, suddenly aiming the gun at the girl. "I don't care who
she is, no one disrespects me. No one! Got that?"

"Yeah, Nat, I got it," the other girl said quickly.

"Now, I'm tired of asking, bitch, so, either you open your mouth and swallow
this gun or I'm gonna knock your god damn teeth down your fucking throat."

Saba slowly opened her mouth and Natine smiled cruelly as she jammed the
barrel of the weapon inside.

"Good pigger. I knew you could do it. Now, take it all the way, suck this
sucker off and make me believe it," she laughed, grabbing Saba's face with her
other hand.

Saba began to suck on the cold metal, caressing it with her tongue and taking
it as far down her throat as she could without gagging as Natine chuckled
obscenely.

"Come on, bitch, let's hear some moans. Aren't you enjoying yourself?" she
mocked, lightly slapping the officer's face.

Saba moaned and arched her back, forcing the gun deeper down her throat.

Suddenly, Natine ripped the gun out and announced, "I've got a better idea.
Lay her down and pull off her panties."

"Oh, geez, Nat, do you-" began another of the girls.

CRACK!

"Don't fucking question me, Darella, or you'll get this stick up your ass.
Understand?" The girl who had spoken nodded and rubbed her face where the
night stick had struck. "Good. Now get this pigger's undies off."

"You do not want to do this, Natine. None of you do. This is rape. This is
years in Juvie and probably some prison time once you turn eighteen. Think
about that," Saba said, as she was laid on her back and her underwear was
removed.

"Stuff these in her mouth to shut her up," said Natine, handing the panties to
one of the girls who immediately did so. "Much better. You're gonna love this,
bitch."

Saba cringed as she felt the night stick slide up between her legs.

"How do you like that?" grinned Natine, working it in deeper.

Saba suddenly kicked up, catching the girl on the point of her chin and
knocking Natine to her back several feet away. She then curled up and brought
her hands from behind her back, around her legs, and in front of her. Grabbing
the night stick from between her legs, she stood up and smacked it across the
mouths of two of the gangbangers and then jumped up and caught the other two
with kicks to the head before they realized what had happened.

She finished all four off with hard shots by the club to the backs of their
heads and turned to see Natine slowly sit up and draw the gun.

"Drop the stick, bitch, or I'll shoot," she growled, rising to her feet.

"No, you won't," said Saba, walking towards her.

"I will!" she said, squeezing the trigger.

Click.

Natine stared at the gun. She pulled the trigger again.

Click.

"What the fuck?! I released the safety..."

Saba stepped in and rammed the end of the club deep into her gut, causing
Natine to drop the gun and double over, gasping for breath.

"If you'd been paying attention during my talk, you'd have known that one of
the innovations in the past couple of years was the introduction of smart
technology to all police weapons," Saba said, dropping the stick and swinging
her handcuffed hands up and into the wheezing girl's chin hard enough to knock
her to her back. "Which means that they only can be fired by their registered
owners, you dumb bitch."

Natine tried to sit up but Saba kicked her in the teeth and knocked her out
for the count. She then reached into her pocket and retrieved the key to her
cuffs and removed them and then secured the unconscious gangbanger's hands
behind her. She then hoisted the girl over her shoulder and carried her to her
cruiser and tossed her in the back seat.

"Some people just have to attend the school of hard knocks," she sighed,
shaking her head as she headed for the station.

The End

Dunn Deal

Jealousy is an ugly thing. Assault and battery is even uglier.

Pam Dunn was exhausted after a hard day of working for the demanding Ms.
Kahira and the only thing she wanted to do was take a nice hot bubble bath and
crawl into bed and fall asleep with the TV on. She could almost feel her
muscles relaxing in the warm water as she opened the door to her apartment and
she hurried inside to make that feeling a reality.

But, when she turned on the light, she was startled to see a woman lounging on
her couch. "Who are you?" Pam asked, not sure if she should be more frightened
than angry. Standing at just over five and a half feet tall, Pam was hardly an
imposing figure. With brown hair and green eyes, an attractive, if not exactly
beautiful, face, and a build which suggested that she was in good shape, she
was very much your typical young woman. Add to that the fact that the only
fighting skills were those picked up in a self-defense class she'd attended
three years ago, and she decided that fear, instead of outrage, should be her
overriding emotional response.

"I'm Angela the Enforcer, Pam. And I've come at the request of Ms. Sandra
Harris to see that you stay out of her fiance's life," the woman replied.
Angela, on the other hand, was anything but typical. She had a full head of
long black hair, deep brown eyes, and skin the color of chocolate. Her figure
was imposing, even stretched out as it presently was, with enormous breasts
and a well-muscled body which was plainly visible, given that she was wearing
nothing but a dark overcoat, high heeled shoes, and a skimpy tiger print
bikini.

"You must have the wrong Pam Dunn. I don't know any Sandra Harris," she said,
knowing that she was wasting her time trying to reason with this woman.

"Perhaps the name Howard Adams rings a bell, then?" the black woman suggested,
sitting up and sliding the overcoat off her wide shoulders.

"Howard? Yeah, we went out a couple of times about two years ago. But I still
don't see-"

"Apparently, Mr. Adams is in the habit of calling out your name in his sleep.
His fiancee, Ms. Harris, is understandably upset by that. I'm here to make
sure you stay out of both their lives. Clear enough?"

"Howard calls out my name in his sleep?! That's kind of sweet, but, like I
said, we only went out a couple of times over two years ago and haven't had
any contact since, so you can tell Ms. Harris that Howard is off-limits as far
as I'm concerned," Pam replied, not liking the way that Angela was looking at
her.

"Ms. Harris would prefer to have that in writing," she replied, reaching down
and removing a contract from a briefcase at her feet. She laid the papers on
the glass-topped coffee table in front of the sofa and handed Pam a pen. "If
you'll just sign here, and here, and initial here, please."

Pam sat down in a chair across the table from the other woman and quickly read
over the agreement, not quite believing that anyone would go to such extreme,
and, in her opinion, ridiculous lengths over someone as ordinary as Howard
Adams, and then, shrugging her small shoulders, signed and initialed it. "Is
that all?" she asked, setting the pen down.

"Not exactly," Angela said with a disturbing smile as she put the pen and
contract back in the briefcase. "I've also been hired to beat the shit out of
you, to give you some real incentive to stay out of Howard's life. I'm not
called 'The Enforcer' for nothing, Ms. Dunn."

"You're kidding, right? You can't be serious," Pam said, wishing she could
remember more of her self-defense training than a couple of moves.

In answer, Angela reached across the coffee table, grabbed Pam by the head and
slammed her face-first into it, shattering the glass. Before Pam could even
react, Angela stood up and hauled her to her feet by her hair. "Still think
I'm not serious, Pam?" she laughed, driving her fist deep into the other
woman's stomach once, twice, three times; each blow harder than the last.

Now that they were both standing, more or less, Pam could see that Angela was
a good four inches taller than she was, and the black woman used that
difference to her advantage by forcing Pam to practically stand on her tiptoes
to avoid having her hair pulled out.

Pam's only response to her question was a violent gasp as she struggled to
breathe.

"I thought you'd see this wasn't some kind of game after that," Angela
grinned, delivering a powerful knee-lift to Pam's battered gut. She then
brought both of her hands down on Dunn's shoulders, knocking her to the floor.

Pam tried to say something, but all she could manage were gasps, wheezes, and
sobs. She couldn't even lift an arm to silently plead for mercy before Angela
kicked her sharply in the ribs, sending her rolling across the carpet until
she struck the wall.

As she lay whimpering, curled up into the fetal position, Angela, laughing
cruelly, walked over and, grabbing her by the hair, hauled her back toward the
center of the room and flipped her over onto her back with the toe of her
shoe.

"Aww, stop your crying, honey bunch, it's almost over," she chuckled, dropping
heavily onto Pam's stomach. She reached down and ripped off her blouse and
then dug her long, red nails into Dunn's small breasts, twisting the supple
flesh painfully and bringing loud cries from Pam.

"Quiet, baby, we don't to disturb your neighbors," Angela purred, releasing
her tits and lowering until her own enormous breasts covered the sobbing
brunette's face, smothering her shouts and sobs. She grabbed a handful of
pams' hair and pressed her melons even tighter to her face.

Pam's feet kicked pathetically and her little fists beat pitifully against the
larger woman's arms and shoulders, but Angela paid no attention, other than to
use her free hand to punch her in the gut sharply.

"That's better, sweetheart, just embrace the darkness and the pain will end,"
Angela said softly, twisting her fist deep into Pam's tummy, driving the air
from her squirming body. "Stop fighting it, baby. Let yourself go."

As Pam's struggles slowed and then ceased altogether, Angela removed her fist
and slowly lifted herself up on her elbows, removing her breasts from the
smaller woman's face. She looked down and saw the cuts and bruises on Pam's
face and the discolored marks on her body and smiled satisfactorily. She
roughly slapped her across the mouth and, when Pam's only response was a low
moan, stood up and retrieved a video camera from her briefcase.

"Smile for the camera, sugar," she said, switching the camera to record. "I
think this will show you that you got your money's worth, Ms. H." She moved
all around the prone girl, making sure to get her from every angle, so that
all of her injuries were clearly visible before shutting the camera off and
returning it to her case.

Angela then gently picked Pam up and carried her to her bed and laid her down
on it. She then retrieved a blanket from a closet and covered her up with it.
"Sweet dreams, sugar," she said, leaning down and kissing Pam's puffy lips.

She shut off the light and retrieved her briefcase and left, locking the door
behind her.

The End

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