Anna Kournikova gets tired of the irritating photographer and beats him senseless.

Anna Kournikova is on her way to work and in a very good mood. She has been commissioned to do a big photo shoot for a major magazine. This shoot will put her modelling career on the fast track for success. It may even make her as popular at being a model as she was as a tennis player. It's the big break she has been waiting for and she is very excited.

Being a model is very rewarding and a nice way to earn a living. It isn't as strenuous as playing tennis and sometimes it's even fun. Unless you get a boring, self centered, egotistical asshole for a photographer. Like the one she had last week. Jock was a big pain in the ass. Her poses didn't seem to ever suit him. Then the outfit she was wearing just wasn't right. Or the background for the shoot was all wrong and didn't satisfy him. It was always something.

It took six hours to do the shoot when it should have been done in three or less. He worked for all the major modelling agencies and popular magazines many times. So according to him, his was the one and only way to get the job done. He had totally worn her out. She was constantly putting on different outfits, waiting for backgrounds to be changed, and trying to get her pose right to please him. But he never seemed to be happy. Fortunately, not all photographers were like that.

Jock had really put her in a bad mood that day. She was so tired and upset, that when she got home, she beat the hell out of her boyfriend Enrique Iglesias. Of course it wasn't all Jock's fault. Enrique wouldn't accept no for an answer when he wanted sex. She had tried to explain to him that she was very tired and not in the mood, but he wouldn't listen. When he said she was acting like a bitch, she beat him to a pulp. Now he is completely frightened and obeys her out of fear.

But today is a good day. A day for celebration. Think only happy thoughts, she said to herself. Everything will be wonderful today, and turn out great. She will be on the map as a popular model and receive more modelling jobs after today's success. It will be all wine and roses and she will live happily ever after. Yes. That's the way to think.

So when Anna parked her car, she strolled into the studio with a large smile on her beautiful face. It disappeared quickly. There, standing in the middle of the studio ranting and raving at the crew, was Jock. He was already at it. He didn't like the style of the set, and the prop men were moving to slow. The outfits were all wrong, and the colors were horrid. And his helper wasn't loading his cameras fast enough, and was putting in the wrong brand of film.

He turned to her with a scowl on his face. "Ahhh, I see you finally decided to show up Miss Kournikova." "It is only 12:30 Jock, the shoot isn't scheduled until 1:00 o'clock." She reminded him. "Yes. But a professional is always early to make sure everything is ready. The shoot can not start on time if everything is wrong. And today it is positively NOT correct."

"Must they always give me incompetent people. How do they expect me to work under these conditions. They want me to produce master piece photos with drab settings, miss matched colored clothing, and lazy good for nothing help. They do not appreciate the suffering I must go through to give them what they want. I am a star, and should be treated as such."

Oh brother. It's going to be another very long day. She thought to herself. "I'm sure everything will be fine Jock. These people are the best at what they do, so I'm sure it will all turn out perfectly." "Oh you do do you. I didn't know you were such an expert on photo shoots. Maybe I should just let you take the pictures while I go home and rest." "No Jock, I didn't mean it like that. I was only saying that everyone here is a professional, and we will all do our jobs to the best of our abilities."

"Well so far Miss "I know it all," their best hasn't been good enough. And it better get better or we'll be here all day." Anna just shook her head and went to the dressing room. She undressed and put on a white string bikini for the first shots of the day. There had been a beach back ground when she left the room, so hopefully Jock hadn't changed it.

But when she reentered the room, her worst fears had been realised. Jock had changed to a country meadow back ground and not notified her of the switch. "Jock, you knew I was going to put on the bikini for the beach scenes, so why did you change the back ground?" "You do know who's in charge here don't you Miss Kournikova? Now go put on the appropriate clothing."

As he turned his back to her, she heard his next remark. "That's all I need to finish ruining my day, is a blond bitch model telling me how to do my job." Anna had been heading for the dressing room when she heard his comment. She quickly stopped and her 5 foot, 8 inch, 123 pound body went ridged. She turned and looked at him with her green eyes burning like emerald fire.

"What did you just call me you pompous asshole?" His 6 foot, 3 inch, 248 pound muscular body rose to it's full height with a challenging demeanor. "I called you a blond bitch model. I should know, I've worked with plenty of them. And you're no better then the others." Anna slowly approached him with her fists clenched at her sides. "I'm going to ignore those foul remarks so we can get on with the business at hand. But don't you "EVER" call me a bitch again."

"I repeat Miss Kournikova, I'm in charge around here. So I'll call you what I like bitch, and you will except it, or I'll find me another model. Now go put on the proper attire." "I warned you Jock, not to open that filthy mouth of yours like that again. Now I'm going to shut it for you. You'll give me the respect I deserve when I'm through with you. Because you'll be to afraid to do anything else."

The man was totally unprepared when she punched him in the nose and broke it..SMACK.. He was even more surprised when she followed through with a left hook to his mouth..SMACK. He stood there in shock for a few seconds, until it registered in his brain that she had struck him. "WHY YOU LITTLE BITCH. I'LL SEE THAT YOU NEVER WORK IN THIS PROFESSION AGAIN!" "Oh shut up you big wind bag. You talk to much. But I can fix that little problem for you."

Smiling, she fired a bevy of hard feminine punches to his face and body..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..Jock staggered back about six feet and dropped his camera. "THAT'S IT BITCH. NOW YOUR ASS IS MINE!" His muscular arms began throwing head splitting bombs to teach the bitch a lesson. She didn't know who she was fucking with, he thought to himself. But I'll show her who's boss in no time.

The crew stood there stunned as the two went at it. They were sick of Jock's attitude too, but needed their job and wouldn't have dreamed of smacking him no matter how much he deserved it. So when Anna had slugged him with her first two blows, they secretly felt good inside. But now they were worried she would not only lose her job and maybe her career, but was about to get a bad beating. Jock was much bigger then her and it was a fight between a male and a female. She didn't stand a chance in hell of winning.

But they didn't know Anna as well as they thought they did. Her fit firm body was weaving and swaying like a Gypsy dancer. Jock's hard male blows continuously missed their target. But hers found their mark when she periodically punched back..SMACK..a jab landed on his chin. Four heavy handed male fists were evaded..SMACK..another jab to his mouth. Jock tried five bone crunching punches and she avoided them too..SMACK..his jaw felt cracked.

He started winging punches as fast and hard as he could throw them, with destruction behind every one. But Anna slipped them all easily..SMACK..SMACK..both eyes were in a world of pain. "You should have kept your mouth shut and done your job Jock."..SMACK..the cartilage in his nose shattered. "It would have been less painful for you."..SMACK..his mouth busted wide open. "But then, I wouldn't be having all this fun."

SMACK..SMACK..bruises began forming on his cheeks. "I'm going to make a fool out of you Jock."..SMACK..SMACK..a one two combination sank deep into his mid section. "You'll be a frightened and fearful little boy."..SMACK..SMACK..one eye was slightly cut and his chin was bruised. "Then you'll be a crawling and blubbering little pussy."..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..two more softened up his stomach and the third smashed into his temple, dumping him in the floor.

Loud murmurs of disbelief came from the crew when he landed in the floor. The beautiful young blond was beating him senseless and making it look easy. It was hard to believe, but very satisfying for them to see him being degraded like this. Anna was queen of their hearts at that moment, and everyone loved their queen. What ever happened, they would back her to the hilt with the magazine people. Jock would have a hard time getting her fired and black balled from modelling if they all supported her and stood as one.

"Get off the floor and put up those pitiful male arms of yours wimp. I'm just getting started showing you your place." Jock slowly rose to his feet, trying to remember how he had gotten down there in the first place. Surely the young blond standing in front of him hadn't knocked him down. That was to hard to comprehend. She was less then half his size, and was a female. No way a female could have put him in the floor with her fists. It just wasn't possible.

Deciding to quit thinking about it and take care of business, he opened up his arsenal again. Jock began chucking massive missiles of destruction at the blond fighter. Anna smiled and moved her well formed gorgeous body out of the way of them all. Jock punched with authority for at least three solid minutes and didn't come close to landing anything on her beautiful face or luscious body. He soon tired.

When his arms became so heavy laden he could hardly lift them, Anna took over with a smile on her face and taunting from her rich, full lips..SMACK.."Do you call those punches you big sissy?"..SMACK.."Pay attention and watch how it's done."..SMACK.."Do you see how much more effective they are if you connect with them?"..SMACK.."They make your opponent feel a great deal of pain."..SMACK.."And they do a lot of damage to his face and body."..SMACK.."Understand?"

Jock was stumbling all around the room. The impact from each punch she threw, knocked him back or sideways. And each time he got his balance back from the punch, she had walked him down and was standing there ready to deliver the next one. His arms were to tired to mount his own offence, and she wasn't giving him time to react to hers. His muscular frame was in unbelievable pain from her body blows, and his face was turning into a swollen, mangled mess from her hard feminine fists. Anna was relentless.

SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..the poor man was defenceless against her barrage of hard accurate punches. He stumbled back near the wall and stood there with his glassy eyes staring out into space. Anna took his right arm and snapped it behind his back in a hammerlock. Jerking up on his arm brought a scream from his busted lips.."AARRGGHHHHHHHH!"..and forced his body to bend over. She grabbed the back of his collar with her left hand and drove his head into the wall repeatedly.

"WHAM!".."WHAM!".."WHAM!".."WHAM!"..Jock dropped to the floor on his face and stomach. He was barely conscious and moaning in pain. Anna put his left arm up on his back next to his right and stepped up with her right leg, placing her bare foot on both of his hands to hold them down. Her left bare foot was planted on the right side of his face. She looked at his helper and smiled.

"You! Bring me his camera." The young man scurried over and handed it to her. "OK Jock, lets take some nice pictures of your humiliation to show the nice folks." Standing on his back and head keeping him pinned to the floor, Anna began snapping pictures of him being degraded by her. The crew laughed when they heard the camera snap..snap..snapping away. She took six pictures and stepped off of his back and head.

Jock was so out of it, that it was easy for Anna to change positions without any resistance from him. She took hold of his arms with her right hand to keep them on his back and hauled him to his knees. Stepping around to face him, she sat her white string bikini clad butt down and leaned against the wall. She wrapped her gorgeous legs around his sides and locked her slim ankles on his back, keeping his arms pinned there. She looked at his swollen black and blue face and grinned.

"Now Jock. Since you like to open that mouth of yours, lets take some snap shots of it little man." She tightened her legs around his ribs and his mouth flew open to emit a loud scream. "AARRGGHHHHHHHHHH!" Snap, snap, snap went the camera. She had captured his swollen, battered face all scrunched up from the pain she was giving him, and his puffy, bleeding mouth was wide open from his screaming. The crew laughed their asses off.

"Good boy wimp. These are some wonderful shots I'm getting. Have you ever considered a career in modelling? You seemed to be a natural." The crew laughed even harder. "Now, lets see. I don't think we have enough blood running to show the severity of the beating I'm inflicting on you. So hang on Jock while I fix that little problem." SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..blood began pouring out of his mouth and from the cut over his left eye.

"Ahhh yes, that's much better Jock. You are such an easy model to work with. Always eager to please so we can get the perfect shot." Snap..snap..snap..snap. "Oh yes, these are going to be fabulous Jock, simply fabulous. Nice work pansy ass." The beaten photographer broke down and cried like a baby. "That is so sweet Jock. You're so happy we got the perfect shots, that tears are forming in your eyes. You're a joy to work with Jock."

Anna released him from her scissors and shoved him to the floor with her foot. Lying down the camera, she climbed to her feet." Time to get up you weak little sissy, so I can finish teaching you to keep your foul mouth shut." "NOOOOOOO!" "PLEASE...MISS... KOURNIKOVA...I...CAN'T...TAKE...ANYMORE...PLEASE... STOP...I'VE...HAD...ENOUGH." "Now you know we have to work until the job is complete wimp. So get your ass up. We don't want to be here all day little man."

"Please...Miss...Kournikova...(SOB)I'm...sorry...I...called...you...a...bitch...(SOB)don't...hurt...me...anymore." (SOB) "I know you're sorry Jock, but not as sorry as you're going to be. Now get up or I'll drag you to your feet." "RIGHT NOW!" The sobbing man slowly climbed to his feet. "That's better. Now put up those pitiful male fists and start swinging."

Jock figured he might as well fight if she was going to continue to beat him. He could get lucky and land something to change his destiny. But his lumbering punches were feeble and weak attempts. Anna laughed in his face as she swatted them down like pesky insects. "You are so pathetic you little weakling. If that's the best you can do, then you should be smart enough to keep your mouth shut. Now pay attention, and I'll show you how it's done..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK.

Jock's legs turned to rubber after her first punch. He staggered and wobbled all around the room while Anna beat him like a spoiled little boy. His useless arms hung at his sides, giving her clear targets to anything she felt like hitting. His muscular body was totally destroyed, and his face was unrecognizable when she was through. When his knees buckled and he nearly went down, she grabbed him to hold him up.

"Say good night to the nice people Jock. You're going to sleep." "SMMM..ACKKK!" His body teetered a few times before slamming to the floor at her feet. The crew gave her a standing ovation. "My God Anna, that was great. I've never seen anything like it." The make up lady explained. "Yeah!" The crew chimed in. "Way to go Anna." Anna smiled and thanked them for their praise.

She retrieved the camera and kicked him over on his back. Standing at the top of his head, she snapped some more pictures of his battered, swollen face. Then she placed her left bare foot over his face and took some more. Next, she stood near his right shoulder and put her right toes in his open mouth. The camera went to work, capturing his humiliation for anyone that cared to see. Finally, she left the broken man lying there asleep, and went to the crew.

"We have a photo shoot to complete. What do you say we get to work and finish it?" "Who's going to take the pictures?" Jock's helper asked. "You've been with him for quite a while now. And should pretty well know how he does things. So you take them." "ME!" "I couldn't do that. They wouldn't be as good as his and everyone would know." "Just do the best you can so we can get this job finished." Anna replied. "I think you can do as good a job as he does. You just don't give yourself enough credit. Now concentrate on what you've seen him do and shoot the pictures." "OK! If you say so Anna." "Good boy. Now lets go to work."

The young man did a terrific job and the magazine people were satisfied. They gave Jock the credit for the pictures, with the stipulation that he give his helper a substantial raise. He was also told to keep his mouth shut, or his humiliating pictures would be distributed all over town. Jock agreed, and was a much better man to work with after that. Especially if he was working with Anna. You could still see the fear spread across his face every time he looked at her. Those female fists frightened him to death.