Instant Annihilation
by brooksie   brooksie@pacificcoast.net
A working girl provides her own protection


Author's note: This is not the type of subject matter that appeals to me
particularly and definitely not typical of my stories. But when you're a
writer, an admirer of strong, muscular women and you happen to witness an
incident like this, well...I'm sure some people will find it interesting.

I was being absent-minded, I guess. Somehow, not paying attention, I had
gotten stuck in the exit only lane and was now going to have to go over the
bridge and wind up downtown. That meant I'd have to, due to a convoluted maze
of one way streets, go several blocks into the downtown core before I could
turn around. Two blocks into the downtown area was the main hooker stroll and
I'd have to go right through it. Normally not a big deal, but this was Friday
night, the busiest night on the stroll. Traffic would be bumper to bumper for
two blocks and it would take 20 minutes minimum to make it back over the
bridge. Damn! What an idiot, I thought. Oh well, nothing to do about it now. I
resigned myself to my fate and eased into the long line of traffic. At least
the scenery wasn't bad. Cars in front of me were stopping constantly while the
girls leaned into the windows trying to attract business. I inched along,
looking for an opportunity to get out of the curb lane, although traffic
wasn't moving much faster in the other lanes, either. Boom cars blasted,
competing with one another for volume.

The car ahead of me stopped and a girl stuck her head into the passenger side
window, discussing business. No sense hitting the horn because the guy two
cars up was stopped as well, and so on. I sighed and glanced over to my right.
I noticed a tall, exotic-looking prostitute engaged in an animated discussion
with a guy on the sidewalk. She was a mulatto-skinned woman with shiny black
braids, very broad shoulders and large, firm-looking breasts. She wore black
tights and a sparkly silver tube top that showed off a muscular, six-pack
abdomen. She seemed about six feet tall, although at least three of those
inches were stiletto heel.

Since I was still stopped in the curb lane, I had time to observe the
discussion grow more heated. The hooker looked exasperated. She rolled her
eyes, shook her head and finally waved the guy away. He didn't move and
continued getting in her face until she turned abruptly and began walking
away. He took a couple of quick steps and caught up with her, grabbing the
back of her shoulder. She took one more step forward then spun around and
chopped the guy right in the adam's apple. He clutched his throat while her
other hand slammed into his nose, causing blood to begin spurting out of it.
Without letting up for an instant, she toook hold of his ears and pulled his
head down, smashing her knee into his face. He staggered back while her foot
shot out and nailed him right in the crotch. The guy collapsed in a heap,
writhing on the sidewalk. The woman stared down disdainfully at him, then
calmly straightened her hair and top and lit a cigarette. She looked up and
saw me gaping open-mouthed at her. Smiling slyly, she flexed an
impressively-sized bicep. I hadn't noticed the car in front of me was now a
half block ahead until the guy behind leaned on his horn. I stepped on the
accelerator and when I glanced back in the rear view mirror I saw her climb
into a car a few lengths behind me.