Vinaigrettes 2
By Autolycus, maynlinz@earthlink.net
Three more short stories.


VINAIGRETTES 2:

Second Helpings

(c) 2000 Autolycus

Hola otra vez, amigos and amigas!

I am still Lupe Bacalao and I would like to ask why I haven't heard from any
of you concerning my last three stories. I'm not going to jump to any
concussions and assume you didn't like them, referring to believe that you are
very shy instead. But, please, do not hide your head in the sand like the
obstetric. Write me and let me know what you are thinking. Gracias, and please
continue to enjoy the amazing exploits of myself and my friend, Jessica
Chance.

Today I would once more like to treat you all to the adventures of some of my
appliances.

The first concerns what happens when the robber from Pandora's Box returns for
some payback, only to discover that she's not the only one with plans for
Catherine. I call it Three for All.

The second is about what happens when Saba runs into trouble while working
undercover to catch a serial killer who is preying on LA's hookers. This one
is titled Pros and Cops.

And, last but not least, the story of what happens to Pam when she seeks
revenge on the woman who had her beaten in Dunn Deal. I call this one The
World of Suzie Fong.

So, here are three more vinaigrettes I hope you will enjoy.

Three for All

They say that politics makes strange bedfellows. It's not the only thing.

Catherine Driver, more popularly known as 'Pandora,' had honestly tried to
stay awake for the end of the movie she'd rented, especially since this was
the third time she'd tried to make it to the end and the DVD had to go back to
the rental store tomorrow. But, in spite of her best efforts, including
drinking more soda than usual in the hope that the caffeine would keep her
awake-All that had done, however, was cause her to miss even more of the movie
on her numerous trips to the bathroom-she had fallen asleep on the floor of
the living room in between the couch and the television set. She was an
attractive blonde in her early twenties with a generous chest and a body that
was in better than average shape thanks to her membership in a local gym. She
was wearing a skimpy teddy of blue lace, and even that had seemed too much in
the stifling LA heat.

As she slumbered on while the final scenes of the movie played themselves out
on the screen she was unaware that she was being watched. And when the lock on
her front door was expertly picked and the door slowly opened her only
response was a soft snore. The familiar head of the dark-haired thief
cautiously poked in and a smile spread across the cat burglar's pretty face
when she saw that her entrance hadn't disturbed her intended victim. She was
wearing the same tight-fitting black body stocking, with leather gloves and
boots, but she'd dispensed with the stocking cap this time because of the
heat. As she quietly closed the door, the final credit on the film appeared
and a moment later the screen changed to a color bar test pattern and a
high-pitched whine exploded from the stereo's speakers, both startling the
intruder and jolting Pandora awake.

She sat up and her brown eyes widened in surprise when she saw the thief
standing near her door. "You again!" she exclaimed, scrambling to her feet.
"What's the matter, honey, didn't you get enough of a beating last time?"

"Oh, yeah, I got enough. Too much, in fact. That's why I'm here to return some
to you," she sneered, dropping a travel bag at her feet.

"Not tonight, babe!" shouted Pandora, charging the thief and ramming her head
into her gut, slamming her back against the door.

The intruder let out a pained grunt when the doorknob was driven into the
small of her back but she ignored it and brought both her arms down across the
other woman's back in a double ax-handle blow that dropped her to her knees.
She then kicked out, catching Pandora in the belly and knocking her to her
back. "I told you it was your turn, bitch," she laughed, quickly jumping on
the prone girl's stomach and peppering her breasts and face with short, hard
jabs.

Pandora struggled, trying to buck and bridge the other woman off of her, but
she couldn't budge the thief. "Don't worry, baby-cakes, I'll only mess you up
as badly as you fucked up my face and tits," the cat burglar grinned, punching
one of Catherine's pillow-like breasts and slowly grinding her fist into the
soft flesh until her victim began to cry, begging her to stop. "Yeah, right.
You didn't stop until I was out cold, babe," she reminded the sobbing woman,
snapping her head to the right with a left hook to her cheek. Seeing that
Pandora was no longer in any shape to put up a fight, she stood up and stomped
her booted foot down on her stomach, bringing another round of delightful sobs
from the beaten girl as she ground her heel into her lower gut. "Oh, and just
so you don't think I've forgotten about your precious box..." She moved her
heel so that it was resting lightly against the younger woman's crotch.

"No, please, not that!" Pandora pleaded.

But the thief just grinned with malicious glee and thrust her foot down as
hard as she could.

Pandora screamed and sat up and tried to push the intruder off of her, but
again, she couldn't budge the other woman.

"On your back, babe!" the cat burglar chuckled, punching her in the face and
causing her to fall backwards. She struck her head hard on the thin carpet and
went completely limp. "Oh, fuck! I hope I didn't kill her," the thief said,
removing her foot and bending down to feel for a pulse. "Phew," she sighed
when she realized that the other woman was only unconscious.

"Come on, sweetheart," she said, grabbing her by the ankles and dragging her
over to the sofa, "let's get you out of the way while I get the other stuff I
came for. But don't worry, babe, you and I will play some more before your
Amazon nightmare of a roomie gets back." She lifted her up onto the couch and
then pulled a large pillowcase from her bag and was about to set to work when
the door rattled and then slowly opened.

She let out a sigh of relief when the newcomer turned out not to be the
aforementioned roommate but an equally imposing Amazon with blonde hair and
brown eyes. She was wearing a loose top that her large breasts practically
spilled out of and a short skirt of dark denim. A pair of leather boots that
reached past her knees and a dark blue bikini top completed her ensemble.

"Who the fuck are you?" the thief demanded.

"No one you need to worry about. I'm just here for the girl, thief," she
replied, walking over to the sofa and reaching down for Pandora.

"What do you mean 'here for the girl'?" the brunette questioned.

"This is a kidnapping, you brain-dead bimbo," the other woman said, hoisting
Catherine up and onto her shoulder. "Her parents are loaded, and very
media-conscious. They'll pay anything to avoid bad PR and get her back."

"What if I said I was planning to kidnap her once I'd finished robbing her?"
the thief asked, dropping her pillowcase and blocking the door.

"I'd say you were a lying cunt and that if you don't get out of my way I'm
going to break you in two," the blonde snarled, reaching out to shove her
aside.

But the thief grabbed the arm and jerked on it, pulling the taller woman
off-balance-Which was precarious to begin with thanks to Catherine's added
weight on one side of her body-and onto her upraised knee, which caught her
squarely in the belly. "We'll see who gets broken in two, lady," she said,
grabbing her by the hair and ramming her face into the same knee.

The blonde dropped to her knees and slid Catherine onto the floor. "You just
made a very big mistake, thief," she said with quiet menace, wiping the blood
from her mouth. She suddenly stood up, bringing her fist from the floor in an
uppercut that caught the surprised thief on the chin and literally launched
her across the room. She crashed into a bureau covered with cheap knickknacks
and tumbled to the ground. "You could've come out of this with all the junk in
this apartment and all of your teeth, but you had to go and fuck with me," the
blonde growled, heading towards where the burglar was groggily getting to her
feet. "So now you're gonna pay. Big time." She hauled her up by the hair and
punched her in the face, drawing a grunt of pain, and then connected with a
swooping shot to her lower belly that caused the brunette to gasp and cough as
the air was driven from her body. The Amazon just laughed and hurled her back
across the room.

This time she slammed into the door and dropped on top of Catherine, shocking
her back to consciousness even as the brunette thief drifted into oblivion.

Pandora sat up and pushed the cat burglar's body off her just as the blonde
reached them. "Who are you?" she demanded, trying to get to her feet.

"It's never easy," sighed the other woman, reaching down and grabbing
Catherine by the hair. But her intended victim surprised her by springing up
and ramming her knee deep between the Amazon's legs, bringing a squeal of pain
and surprise from the second intruder.

"I don't know who you are, or what you want with me, but I'm gonna take a wild
guess and say it isn't something I'll like," she said, rearing back and then
driving the point of her knee even harder into the taller woman's pussy. When
the big blonde bent over to try to protect her aching sex, Pandora let fly
with a perfectly executed snap kick to her face that knocked her to her back.
"Ready to tell me what's going on here?" she asked, bringing her foot back in
preparation for a devastating crotch kick.

In reply the Amazon kicked out herself, burying the heels of her boots into
Pandora's belly and sending her crashing into the door. This time it was her
turn to drop onto the thief, likewise waking her up. Fortunately for
Catherine, however, while the blow and the landing had been painful, they
hadn't been enough to knock her out. "Friend of yours?" she asked the cat
burglar as the blonde stalked towards them.

"Hardly," said the thief with a shake of her head. "I'm surprised she didn't
take you out."

"I guess I'm tougher than you are," Pandora replied with a smirk.

"Yeah, maybe, but I doubt either of us is strong enough to take her by
ourselves," the first intruder remarked. "Truce?" She held out her hand.

"Just until we've dealt with that overgrown bitch," Catherine nodded, shaking
the proffered hand.

"Wouldn't have it any other way, babe," the thief smiled.

"So, you're both awake, eh?" the blonde said with a laugh. "Good. This will
make it more fun." She reached down to grab them each by the hair but both
women suddenly grabbed her hands instead and pulled her down to the floor,
slamming her face into the carpet and quickly bending the powerful arms around
and behind her back, forcing them painfully up and between her shoulder
blades.

"You got that right, Godzilla," Pandora grinned, pulling back on the arm she
held until the blonde howled in agony.

"For us," the cat burglar finished, landing a few solid shots to the
struggling Amazon's kidneys.

"I doubt that!" the blonde roared, rolling over and flipping Catherine into
her temporary partner. All three women then rolled around the living room,
punching, biting, and scratching each other like a trio of wildcats.

"Hey! What about our truce?" Pandora demanded when the thief deliberately
punched her in the face as all three struggled.

"My bad," the burglar replied with a mocking grin, thrusting her knee into the
oversized chest of the blonde.

"Just watch it," Catherine warned, grabbing a handful of blonde hair and
pulling as hard as she could.

But, despite the decided disadvantage of having two opponents, somehow the
blonde ended up on top of her foes, her well-muscled thighs straddling the two
smaller women, trapping their arms. "Now you little bitches are gonna
experience the big hurt," she promised them, squeezing her knees together and
crushing their middles until they screamed. She then ripped both their tops
off and began to deliberately punch their breasts with alternating rights and
lefts, starting out slowly and relatively softly but quickly bringing the
shots in hard and fast until all four tits were red and sore. "How do you
girls like that?" she asked with a feral grin.

The two women beneath her just groaned and sniffled and she laughed and
squeezed her legs even more tightly together. "Now for those tender little
tum-tums," she said, flipping around so that her pantied ass was resting on
their tear-streaked faces and her crotch was pressed tightly against their
throats. She carefully placed their outer hands under her knees and then
started punching their stomachs. She smiled with delight as her fists sunk
into the soft tissue, destroying any protection the muscles from Catherine's
workouts and the thief's jailhouse hours of exercise had provided after a few
punches, and leaned into each blow so she could feel the internal organs
shifting uncomfortably at the intrusion.

Then, Pandora and the thief simultaneously bit her ass and brought their legs
up, looping them around the startled blonde's head and pulling her off of
them. The pair quickly jumped on her back and while the burglar weakened her
with well-placed body shots Catherine grabbed her hair and smashed her face
into the carpet over and over until the Amazon's body went limp.

"Is she out?" asked the thief with a deep sigh, wiping the sweat from her
forehead.

"Either out or dead," Pandora said, releasing the hair and leaning back on the
Amazon's shoulders. "I don't much care which at this point."

Pain suddenly exploded in between her shoulder blades as the thief swung her
foot around and kicked her, throwing her off of the blonde and face-first into
the carpet. "You didn't think I'd forgotten about our unfinished business, did
you, babe?" the burglar snickered, jumping on her back and yanking back on her
hair.

"Of course not," coughed Catherine. She suddenly reached up and grabbed the
thief's hair and pulled, flipping the cat burglar over to land on her back in
front of her. She immediately scooted up and planted her ass over the shocked
thief's face and brought both fists down into her gut and chest as hard as she
could. "I've been looking forward to this since you got here," she said,
tensing her thighs and crushing the burglar's head as she continued to rain
blow after blow down on her belly and tits. The thief desperately tried to
bring her legs up and wrap them around Pandora's head, but the younger woman
slapped them away and then grabbed one and viciously twisted it until the knee
threatened to snap before releasing it. After that the burglar just laid still
and took whatever punishment her intended victim dished out, knowing she was
beaten and just wishing the pain would end.

When Catherine reached down and savagely twisted the nipples of the thief and
got no response, she cautiously raised her ass up and smiled when she saw her
foe was definitely out cold. She got up and grabbed some strong rope from the
utility room and securely bound first the blonde Amazon's hands and feet,
hog-tying the massive woman, and then the burglar, not only lashing her hands
and feet together, but doing it in such a way that the two women were
intertwined.

Satisfied that they weren't going to cause her any more trouble, she phoned
the police and then started the movie again while she waited for them to
arrive.

The End

Pros and Cops

No good deed goes unpunished. But no one ever said that bad deeds do.

"Looking good, Sahib," Rick Kenyan said with a grin, adding a low wolf-whistle
for emphasis. Rick was a few years older than Saba with thickly muscled arms
and a rock-solid upper body. He had dark hair, worn short and neat, and
serious dark eyes that drove most women wild. "Heck, I'd even pay to do you
dressed like that."

"You'd have to," Saba replied. Saba Trotter was a beautiful woman with a light
complexion and features that were more Asian than Negroid, including almond
shaped green eyes. She had thick black hair that was cut short and an athletic
figure, with powerful legs, a tight stomach, and a large chest. She was
currently wearing an orange body leotard imprinted with tiger-like black
stripes, a pair of red leather boots that flared at the top, and an orange
wig. Her face was wearing enough makeup to choke four horses and she had
numerous pieces of gaudy golden jewelry on her hands, wrists, ears, and
throat. "I feel like a damn Cat," she said, shaking her head as she looked at
herself in the mirror on the back of the visor in the unmarked patrol car.

"If it's any consolation, Saba, I feel just as ridiculous," the final person
in the car said from the back seat.

"Don't think I wouldn't pay to do you, too, Meghan," Rick said, turning around
to look at the other officer. Meghan O'Connor was a gorgeous redhead with an
absolutely incredible body. She had piercing blue eyes and smooth milky skin
that had long since outgrown her childhood freckles. She was a little taller
than Saba, standing at close to six feet, and her muscles were much more
defined than the average police officer who lived on a diet of junk food and
espresso. She was constantly in the station's gym, working to make her body
even more powerful, relentlessly tweaking certain muscle groups in the same
way a professional stock car mechanic will tune and fine-tune an engine to get
the best performance possible out of it. Meghan wouldn't be satisfied until
she was at her peak in terms of muscle development. But, she was also careful
not to build them up to the point where they actually detracted from her
femininity. She was a stone fox muscle goddess, to be sure, but her large
chest and rounded ass also left no doubt she wasn't all hard edges; she had
some soft spots, too. She was dressed in a sparkling gold bikini top that
barely contained her melons, a scandalously short skirt over a pair of red
satin panties, and shiny boots that climbed all the way to her mid-thigh that
had been a nightmare to get into but which looked great on her curvaceous
legs. She was also wearing way too much makeup and jewelry, including a
dumbbell-shaped stud in her navel.

"I doubt my husband would appreciate knowing that, Rick," she replied with a
smile, reminding herself to remove her wedding band and place it in the bag
with the rest of her normal attire.

"No, he probably wouldn't," the other officer agreed. "Okay, you two had
better get going. Just play it casual and remember that I'm right here if you
run into any trouble you can't handle and I'll come running at the first sign
of danger."

"Really, Rick, Meghan and I are big girls and we can take care of ourselves,"
Saba assured him. "Just wait until we call you or you might blow our cover."

"Whatever you say, Sahib," he said. "Good luck."

She smiled and got out of the car and she and Meghan walked across the street
to a sleazy peepshow parlor and took their positions in front of it.

"Hey, Saba, you as nervous as I am?" Meghan asked, tugging at her skirt.

"Probably not, but this isn't my first time working undercover," she replied,
winking at an older man as he went into the adult establishment.

"Oh, I'm not worried about that part, it's the creep we're after," she
explained, pushing up her tits as a knot of men left the parlor and looked at
her hungrily. "He scares me."

"I know what you mean, Meg," Saba agreed, blowing a kiss at a couple as they
walked by. The lady glared at her and jerked the man's arm as she increased
her pace. "There's something more than wrong about taking a child's nursery
rhyme and using it as some sort of whacked out blueprint for killing hookers."

"And I always liked that one, too," Meghan said, snapping her gum loudly.
"'Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man, bake me a cake as fast as you can..."
But her voice trailed off and her entire body shuddered. "I can't even say the
rest anymore."

"Yeah, me neither," Saba nodded, ignoring the men walking by as she saw in her
mind's eye the pictures of the five known victims with their hair done up in
pig-tails, the savage way they were sexually abused, and the 'B' burned into
their breasts. And all this before they were literally baked alive. "But
that's why we're out here, Meg, to stop this sick bastard before he kills
anyone else."

As the night wore on the two police officers attracted a fair share of
attention, but only a couple of serious offers-And once it was clear those
would-be Johns weren't the homicidal maniac they were after they were quickly
arrested and hauled away from the nearby motel room that had been set up to
catch the Baker Man-and they were wondering if the other undercover officers
were having any better luck. This was a huge operation, employing just about
every female officer in the LA area in an effort to catch the madman before he
struck again. While no one in power overly mourned the loss of a handful of
dead whores, having a killer loose in the city was bad for business and the
fear was that he would start attacking decent, law-abiding citizens if he
weren't stopped.

Saba was just about to walk over and ask Rick if there was any news when a
group of similarly dressed women strutted towards them and the leader of the
pack called out angrily, "Who the fuck are you two?"

Meghan and Saba exchanged glances, having expected trouble of this nature much
earlier in the evening, and Meghan replied, "Just working girls, like you."

"Fuck if you are! Whose stable you sorry bitches belong to?" the leader
demanded. She was a Latina with huge tits and a slightly overweight figure
that had been squeezed into a pair of blue velvet pants and a matching tube
top. Her dark eyes flashed angrily and her lip was curled into a snarl. The
other four women were wearing comparably tasteless clothing and all of them
looked ready for trouble.

"Mario Jackson's," Saba said, placing her hands on her hips. "Got a problem
with that?"

"Hell, yeah, I got a problem with that, bitch!" the leader replied, looking at
her companions, who all nodded and muttered threats under their breath. "That
sorry nigger's got no business sending his second-class merchandise into my
man Tony's turf and he knows it!"

Saba bristled at the use of the degrading term and looked over at Meghan. The
redhead nodded and both women slowly walked over to the hookers.

"Don't be gettin' in my face, cunt!" the leader cried, shoving Saba away
before she could say anything.

Noticing that they were beginning to attract a crowd, the officer suggested,
"This isn't the place to settle our little problem, puta. Why don't we go to
our motel room and work things out? It's not far."

"Any place you want is fine with me, bitch," the whore replied. "You sorry
sluts need a good lesson, so you'll know your place."

Saba gritted her teeth and said simply, "This way," and then walked towards
the motel where her fellow officers would be waiting to arrest these
loudmouthed hookers. She knew they'd be out by the next afternoon but she
didn't really care at this point. At least they'd be out of her hair tonight.

As she and Meghan led them past an alley, however, the five hookers suddenly
jumped them from behind and dragged them into the shadows, punching and
kicking them until they fell to the ground. "You must think Lolita es
stupida," the leader grinned, leveling a hard kick to Saba's gut. "I know
you've got friends waiting in your motel room to beat me and my girls." She
stomped down on the officer's head. "But you and your bitch friend are the
ones who are in for a beating, negro. Make them stand up," she ordered her
companions.

The four hookers grabbed handfuls of both officers' real hair, the wigs having
come off during the initial attack, and hauled them to their feet. Both of
them were bloodied, their makeup was a mess and their clothing was torn,
leaving one breast exposed on each woman. Lolita grabbed the exposed tits and
dug her long nails into the soft flesh and squeezed and twisted them. "No one
will soon be paying to do anything with you two cows," she laughed, releasing
the boobs and hammering lefts and rights into each woman's belly until they
sagged in the grips of the four hookers holding them upright by the hair and
throat.

"Aww, what's the matter, babies? Are you sleepy already?" Lolita laughed,
slapping each across the face hard enough to bring a cry of pain. "This will
wake you up!" She suddenly rammed her knee up between Meghan's legs and then
Saba's, grinding it into the second officer's for good measure as she pressed
her enormous tits against the smaller ones of her victim. "You two play with
that one while this cunt and I get better acquainted," she said, grabbing
Saba's hair and kissing her hard on the mouth while she forced her knee even
deeper up into the officer's aching pussy.

Saba bit her lip hard enough to draw a squeal of pain from the big whore and
Lolita jerked her head back and punched her in the mouth. "Hold her arms," she
told the two hookers who had her hair and throat. "She needs tenderizing
before she can appreciate Lolita's charms." The two women grinned and each one
grabbed an arm and twisted it around behind her back painfully, forcing her
chest and stomach out and making them perfect targets.

Saba braced herself as best she could for the punches she were sure were
coming, but to her surprise and frustration the Latina instead stepped back
and began kicking her with short, precise strikes to her chest and belly,
snapping her head back with the occasional face shot. "You are surprised, yes,
bitch, that Lolita knows how to fight with such skill?" she asked, driving the
toe of her boot deep into Saba's aching pussy. The officer grunted and the
hooker nodded and said, "I have plans, baby, plans to quit working the streets
and become a stunt woman or maybe an action star, so I have been training.
What do you think of my technique?" she asked as she delivered a series of
rights and lefts to Saba's face as if it was a speed bag.

Meanwhile, the other two hookers had dragged Meghan to the wall of the alley
and bombarded her face, chest, belly, and crotch with a wild assortment of
punches and kicks until they had been forced to take a breather. But, when
they let go of the redhead's arms, expecting her to simply slump to the
ground, she had instead immediately grabbed both their heads and slammed them
together while bringing her knee up into both their faces at the same time.
Still retaining her hold on their hair, she had then spun around and smacked
them face-first into the brick wall. Both women groaned and would have slid to
the ground if she'd let them. But she wasn't quite done with them.

Hauling them upright so much so that they had to stand on tiptoes she buried
her knee first in one heaving belly and then the other until they were nearly
unconscious. She then finally let go of their hair and quickly wrapped her
massive arms around both of them before they had a chance to fall over and
locked her wrists, squeezing their slim waists and forcing the little air that
remained in their bodies out in a single agonized "Whoooooooosh!!!!"

When both their heads dropped Meghan experimentally shook them, their feet
dangling a good half foot off the ground and knocking their heads together in
the process, smiling when she was satisfied that they were out for the count.

She then dropped them and turned to see Saba taking a beating from the big
leader and rushed to even the odds by sneaking up behind the two hookers
holding her arms and bringing both her fists up between their legs in a
devastating double cuntbuster. "I figured you might appreciate a little help,"
she smiled, punching both stunned women in the kidneys and then grabbing them
and forcing them to face each other before lifting the pair and slamming her
thigh up into both of their already aching pussies.

"I thought you'd never get here," Saba replied, catching the startled leader
with a kick to her lower tummy that doubled her over. She then reached down
and grabbed her by the hair and brought her knee up into her face three times
in rapid succession. "Don't fall just yet, Lola," she laughed when the whore's
legs began to buckle. "I wanna give you a few pointers on your technique." She
brought her leg up and over the neck of the gagging hooker and then wrapped
her calf around, choking the Latina. She then jumped up and brought her other
leg up and around her neck, flipping her over in mid-air and sending her
flying face-first across the concrete floor of the alley.

As she groggily climbed to her feet, spitting up blood and looking like a
clown that had been though a meat grinder, Saba rushed over and kicked her
squarely between the legs with enough force to literally lift her off her
feet. She landed awkwardly, both hands covering her ravaged sex, which left
her wide open for Saba's kick to her face that sent her flying to her back.
She thought that would put an end to the fight, but, to the officer's
surprise, and secret delight, the big whore somehow managed to climb back to
her feet.

"Come on, puta!" she challenged, holding her fists up even though her legs
were wobbling like jelly. "What about those pointers you were going to give
me?"

"Well, first thing is you need to keep your guard lower or this will happen,"
Saba said, kicking her in the gut. "Of course, the problem with keeping your
hands down is that it leaves your upper body wide open." She fired a dozen
hard shots into the dazed Latina's tits, flattening them painfully with each
blow. "Not to mention your face," she continued, straightening the hooker with
several jabs to her nose and mouth. "But, really, where your technique was
sorely lacking was in your attacks on my pussy. This is how it's done, bitch!"
She looped her arm around the barely conscious whore's neck, slightly choking
her, and drove her knee into the other woman's groin. "If you come from an
angle, like this," the knee was once more slammed into the aching pussy, but
this time hard enough to strike bone and bring a whimpering sob from the
Latina, "it's much more painful than a simple straight shot. See?" She
released her chokehold and stepped around in front of Lolita and kicked her
squarely between the legs as if she were a soccer player scoring the winning
goal.

The whore's face took on an awful expression and she made a pitiful little
squeak, clutched her pulverized sex, and then simply fell onto her back.

"Or maybe it was the other way around..." Saba snickered.

With a satisfied smile, the officer walked over and dropped hard onto her gut
and grabbed her dark hair. "Time to say good night, Lola," she grinned,
lifting the unresisting head and punching the dazed hooker hard in the nose.
Blood spurted from her crushed face and she groaned and closed her eyes,
unconscious at last. The exhausted officer then flipped her over and cuffed
her hands securely behind her back.

Saba looked over to see if Meghan needed any help and shook her head and
walked over to where the redhead was in the process of cuffing the unconscious
whores after knocking the stuffing out of them for the beating they gave her.

"Rick is gonna be sorry he missed out on this," Saba remarked, walking over to
where the first two hookers the redhead had taken care of where laying. "Hey!
One got away. I guess you aren't as tough as I thought," she laughed, cuffing
the remaining whore as she moaned and shook her head, slowly coming around.
She scanned the alley for the missing hooker but didn't see any sign of her.

"I was too worried about you to do a thorough job on her," Meghan replied with
a smile, doing her best to adjust what was left of her costume. "I guess we'll
have to call it a night. My outfit is ruined."

"Mine, too." Saba looked down at her torn and bloody clothing. "Oh, well,
let's get these four to the station," she sighed, reaching for the small radio
in her belt.

* * * * *

Candela watched from the shadows and waited until a pair of squad cars arrived
and took Lolita and her friends into custody before emerging from her hiding
place. "Holy shit! I can't believe those broads were cops," she said quietly.
She looked down at her outfit and was pleased to see that it wasn't in bad
shape. "At least I can make some money for Tony to make up for this mess," she
said, heading for the street.

She hadn't gone more than a block before a large, black car pulled up to the
curb next to her. She walked over and looked in, but the only thing she could
see was her reflection thanks to the darkened windows. "You wanna party or
what?" she asked, tapping on the glass.

The window slowly lowered and she peered in at a large figure seated behind
the wheel. "A party sounds delightful," he said with a deep voice. "Do you
like tea?"

"If you're paying, mister, I'll like it," she said, trying to get a good look
at his face.

"What an enchanting attitude, my child. Will this cover things?" He flashed a
wad of bills at her and she nodded and got into the passenger seat.

"So, what's the game?" she asked as the car pulled back into traffic.

"Do you know any nursery rhymes?"

"Oh, sure," she replied brightly. "There was an old man from Nantucket whose
dick was so long he could suck it. He said with a grin as he wiped off his
chin, 'If my ear were a cunt I would fuck it.'"

"Delightful, but that's more properly a limerick," he said. "Do you know this
one? 'Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man, bake me a cake as fast as you can.
Roll it, and prick it, and mark it with a 'B' and put it in the oven for Baby
and me'?"

Candy shook her head. "Nope."

"You will, child, you will," the man assured her, looking over at her with
eyes that glowed like Hellfire.

She screamed as the car drove off into the night, away from the noisy city and
down towards the crash of the ocean's waves.

The End

The World of Suzie Fong

Revenge is a dish best served cold. Preferably for two.

Pam Dunn looked up at the sign over the door and wondered for the hundredth
time that day why she was bothering to pursue this thing. Okay, she'd been
assaulted in her own apartment and beaten senseless by some hired gun because
an old never-was boyfriend happened to mumble her name in his sleep. Not to
mention that she'd been tricked into signing an agreement to stay out of
Howard's life-As if she even wanted to be in his life in the first place. So,
really, if she just let it drop now it would more than likely be the end of it
and she'd have nothing more than some cuts and bruises for a while.

So why am I here? she asked herself, staring up at the picture of the stalking
tiger. The name of the dojo, The Way of the Tiger, stared back at her and she
slowly nodded her head and opened the door.

The interior was a large main room with hard mats covering the floor and fine
wood paneled walls, one of which contained numerous certificates and awards
and another of which housed an enormous trophy case filled with nothing but
blue ribbons and first place trophies. Several men and women dressed in white
gis were working out with each other under the watchful eyes of a large Asian
man with long black hair that hung to the middle of his back. As he casually
made his way over to her she couldn't help but notice the graceful way he
moved, like a big cat effortlessly gliding through the jungle, and his amazing
physique, from his compact chest to his powerful legs.

"Can I help you, miss?" he asked with a voice like melted butter.

"I-I-I'm here to see Miss Fong," she managed to say as he towered over her.
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 that suggested that she was in good shape, she
was very much your typical young woman.

He smiled and called out, "Cricket, Miss Dunn is here." He gestured towards a
door near the back of the main room. "She'll be out in a moment."

"Thanks," Pam said, heading towards the door he had indicated.

"No problem," he replied. He then walked over to a pair of students and
corrected their technique.

"Ah, Miss Dunn, a pleasure to meet you," said a tiny Chinese woman emerging
from the doorway and extending her hand. "I am Miss Fong, but I hope you will
call me Suzie as I intend for us to become very good friends." She was shorter
than Pam by at least five inches, standing barely five feet tall, but her face
was exquisite, like one of the porcelain China dolls that had been popular at
the beginning of the last century, with large almond shaped green eyes the
color of ancient jade. She was thin, with small, pert breasts and no real
waist or hips to speak of, but her outfit exposed her midriff and Pam could
clearly see that her abdominals were rock hard and that her legs, too, boasted
considerable muscle development.

A small, but deadly doll, Pam said to herself. She accepted the hand and said
aloud, "Then you must call me Pam, Suzie."

"Please, make yourself comfortable and tell me of your troubles," she offered,
dropping easily onto the matted floor and assuming the lotus position.

Pam shrugged and likewise sat on the floor, but only dared go so far as
crossing her legs Indian-style since she hadn't worked out for far too long
and was still sore from the beating Angela had given her the night before. "I
thought that Master Po might have filled you in," she began.

"He told me a little," Suzie nodded, smiling warmly at her. "But I want to
hear it from your lips, in your words."

Pam nodded and proceeded to tell her of Angela's visit and all that happened,
but paused when she came to the part where she decided to come here after
debating over the matter ever since Master Po had suggested she do so that
afternoon. "I guess it's like the name of this place. I've never followed the
way of the tiger, always been more of a mouse, and I guess what happened last
night just pushed me far enough that I decided 'no more Miss Mouse.' It's time
for me to flex my claws," she said with a sly smile.

Suzie nodded and reached over and took her hands in her own. "Indeed it is,
Kitten," she said. When Pam arched an eyebrow in surprise, she elaborated,
"All of us are given animal names that reflect our inner natures. He is Bear,"
she indicated the big man presiding over the students. "Full of bluster, but
with a good heart."

"And you're Cricket," Pam nodded.

"Small but powerful. And you are Kitten, anxious and brave," Suzie smiled,
squeezing her hands slightly.

"And Master Po must be a Tiger," Pam said.

"Yes, mighty and noble," Suzie said with a sigh and Pam realized she wasn't
the only one the mysterious man had an effect on. "But now the question is
what will the Kitten do about her problem?"

"The Kitten was rather hoping the Cricket would go and beat the crap out of
Sandra Harris," she replied with a slightly embarrassed giggle.

"No, she was not. She was hoping the Cricket would teach her to release the
tiger within her so she could exact her revenge on Miss Harris personally,"
Suzie corrected.

"She was?" Pam asked, somewhat disappointed. Suzie nodded and Pam shrugged.
"And when will these lessons begin?"

"Tonight, if you're up to it," Suzie said. Pam started to protest but the
Chinese girl shook her head and stood up, pulling the brunette to her feet and
said, "First we will heal your body so that your soul can embrace the tiger's
way with no distractions."

She led Pam into the back room and said, "Get undressed and lay down on the
table," gesturing to a long table with heavy padding and a flowered sheet over
it.

"You're not gonna do that acupuncture stuff on me, are you?" Pam asked
nervously as she removed her top. "I hate needles."

"No needles, Kitten," Suzie assured her, walking over to a sink and washing
her hands. She then slipped out of her clothing so that she was wearing
nothing but a pair of panties and turned to see that Pam still had her slacks
on. "And the pants, Pam."

"Okay," she said with a long sigh, undoing the pants and letting them fall to
the floor. She then hopped up on the table and lay down on her back, holding
her breath as the smaller woman approached. "Is this going to hurt?"

"Only if I do it wrong. But in that case it will kill you so it won't really
matter."

Pam suddenly sat up and Suzie laughed and pushed her back down. "You round
eyes are so easy to tease," she snickered. "On your stomach, Kitten." Pam
grunted and then laughed and rolled over. Suzie rubbed her hands vigorously
together and then stabbed down at Pam's shoulders, index fingers extended,
with a quick movement, as if her hands were striking cobras. The American made
a slight noise but didn't seem to be in any discomfort and Suzie smiled and
proceeded to land similar blows to the small of her back and her arms and
legs. When Pam's only response was to moan pleasurably she rubbed her hands
together again and then, her brow crinkled in concentration, stabbed down at
her neck, where the skull and the spine met. "How do you feel, Pam?" she
asked, leaning around and looking into the brown eyes of the woman.

"Wonderful," Pam mumbled, drooling slightly.

Suzie smiled and climbed up on the table and then up onto Pam's back. "Let me
know if this hurts," she said, proceeding to walk up and down her spine,
deliberately digging her feet into the flesh until she could feel the
individual bones with her toes.

"No, I don't feel a thing," Pam said, sounding half-asleep.

"Good," nodded Suzie, continuing to walk across the supine woman beneath her,
devoting no little time to her limp arms as well. She eventually moved down to
her sparse buttocks and legs and likewise used her long toes to work the
muscles free of all tension, causing Pam to again moan with delight. She
lightly hopped down to the floor and carefully turned Pam over onto her back.
"Now for the front," she said, climbing back up onto the table, but this time
she straddled the brunette instead of standing on her. As she began to massage
her upper neck and body, including the small, but round and firm breasts, she
noticed that Pam's eyes were closed and that her breathing indicated she was
asleep. She smiled and continued to let her strong fingers work the aches and
pains from the woman beneath her.

For Pam's part it seemed as if she was having a wonderful dream in which her
entire body was numb with pleasure as a beautiful little doll worked magic
with its tiny fingers, probing and pleasing every part of her body. Then, the
lovely plaything was bending over her, its ruby lips tantalizingly close to
her face, calling her name, and she impulsively kissed it.

Pam's eyes snapped open and she found herself nose to nose with Suzie, their
lips brushing each others in a tender, lingering kiss, and she gasped and
pulled away. "Oh! Suzie, I'm so sorry. I-I don't know what..."

"Don't apologize, Kitten. I said you and I were going to be very good
friends," she reminded her with a playful laugh.

Pam suddenly realized that the Chinese girl was lying next to her-Practically
on top of her, actually-and that one arm was casually draped across her,
resting on her exposed thatch of auburn pubic hair-I wonder what happened to
my underwear? she thought absently. She then became aware of the other woman's
likewise bare crotch rubbing against her and added I wonder what happened to
her underwear? to her questioning--and the other was looped beneath her neck
and gently cupping her breast. "I-I've never... I'm not a lesbian," she said
with a slight frown.

"You could've fooled me," Suzie replied with a musical laugh.

Pam's mouth opened in surprise and then she laughed, too, and kissed the other
woman softly as her own hands began to explore her body, marveling at the way,
despite the well-developed muscles, it was soft to the touch. When her hand
ventured near the Asian girl's neatly shaved pussy, Suzie said softly, "Don't
do anything you don't want to."

"Don't you want me to?" Pam asked, confusion filling her eyes as she turned to
face the other woman.

"I didn't say that, Pam. I said don't do anything you don't want to, anything
you're not comfortable with," Suzie said slowly. "I don't want to rush y-Eep!"

"You're not rushing me," Pam grinned as she slid her fingers inside the
Chinese girl. "I've been waiting my whole life for this, Cricket." She leaned
forward and kissed her, barely touching lips but sending her tongue deep
inside the obliging mouth, exploring every centimeter of it. Then it was Pam's
turn to squeal with delight when she felt Suzie's fingers rubbing her exposed
clitoris, massaging her love pearl until it was hard and moist.

Meanwhile, Pam's fingers continued to stimulate the interior of the Chinese
girl's vagina, causing her to moan and shake with pleasure until Pam was sure
the entire dojo had to know what was happening in the back room. But, for
possibly the first time in her life-At the least, the first time in a very
long time indeed-she didn't care what other people thought. She was being true
to herself, after hiding her feelings for years, and she didn't care if the
whole world knew what she was doing. She began to laugh loudly and worked her
fingers faster and harder until Suzie shuddered and climaxed and her whole
body went limp on top of her.

"I'm sorry," the Asian girl said quietly when she had enough breath to speak.

"For what?" asked Pam, brushing the wet hair from her face and kissing her
eyelids.

"For not having the energy to finish pleasing you," she replied softly.

"Oh, but, Suzie, you did please me," Pam assured her, kissing the end of her
nose. "More than you'll ever know. So, when do my kung fu lessons start?"

Suzie laughed and shook her head. "Not tonight, Kitten, that's for sure.
Tonight we will be continuing your lesbian education," she grinned, nibbling
on her chin.

"Sounds good to me, so long as there's plenty of homework," Pam said with a
wink, squeezing her ass playfully.

"It's practically a correspondence course in that regard," Suzie assured her,
playfully nuzzling a hard pink nipple. "But with the added benefit of an
in-home instructor, namely me."

"That's quite a benefit," Pam said, stroking her hair and hugging her tightly.
"I think I'm going to like this course."

"Oh, Kitten, I promise you that you will not only love it, but are going to
pass with flying colors if you perform on your final as well as you did
tonight," Suzie giggled, raising her head and kissing Pam on the mouth.
"Flying."

The End

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