Nancy Sinatra kicks ass.
By Crohnsman Crohnsman67216@yahoo.com
Nancy Sinatra shows some egotistical men who is boss.

This story is purely a work of fiction. It is also a tribute to one of
the beautiful females who ruled my fantasies while I was growing up.
Nancy did have a tough girl persona and a no nonsense attitude. She was a
confident young lady who wouldn't back down from a confrontation if she
felt she was right. There is several pictures in this story on my
personal site. Anyone wanting to see the gorgeous Nancy Sinatra while you
read it is welcome to visit. Here is the addy if you don't have it.
www.angelfire.com/hero2/stories0

Nancy Sinatra was in her bedroom playing dress up like a young girl. The
twenty year old beauty was extremely happy over the decision she made to
follow in her famous fathers footsteps and launch a singing career.
Although she needed her fathers help to get started, she made it
perfectly clear to him that she wanted to make it on her own. She wanted
to be known as Nancy Sinatra the singer, instead of the daughter of Frank
Sinatra. So she chose rock and roll/pop songs to sing, instead of the
ballads her father was famous for doing. After speaking to Frank about
her dream, he made the arrangements to set her up in a sound studio. And
he hired a band to accompany her. So Nancy was trying on every piece of
clothing she had while carrying on like a giddy little girl. After
slipping out of the skirt and top she had on, Nancy picked up her hand
mirror before choosing the next outfit.

"Maybe I should change my appearance while I'm at it. I wonder how I
would look as a blond?" She said as she ran her fingers through her dark
brown hair and smiled into the mirror. "I think I'll do it. Since I'm
embarking on a new career, I might as well go all out." Nancy laid down
the mirror and picked up the phone. A few minutes later she had an
appointment at the beauty salon to change her looks. "I suppose I better
quit playing around and get serious. Now what should I wear?" After
choosing an outfit to cover her perfectly shaped body, Nancy grabbed her
keys and walked out the door. Two hours later she was admiring her new
look in the wall length mirror. "I believe I made the right choice. I not
only look different, I feel more confident." Then she noticed her pale
looking skin and shook her head. Hmmmmmm. I definitely need to get a tan.
She said to herself as she stripped down and put on her white bikini.

Nancy grabbed her tanning lotion and a fluffy towel. Then she strolled
out the patio door and made her way to the pool. After spreading out the
towel, she rubbed tanning lotion on her back and fantastic looking legs.
When her back side was covered, she flopped down on her flat stomach and
waited for the sun to work it's magic. While she was waiting on her
flawless skin to tan, her mind wandered to the fame and fortune she would
hopefully achieve with her singing career. Being the daughter of Frank
Sinatra was a good life. But she wanted to make her own mark on the world
as a talented artist. And it was important to her that she make it on her
own merit. Still thinking about her new career, Nancy turned over and
covered her front with lotion when her back side was good and warm. Then
she fluffed out her honey blond hair and lie down on her back.

Her appointment at the recording studio wasn't until one o'clock Saturday
afternoon. So Nancy worked on her tan every day. At night she went over
the songs she wanted to record and practiced singing them in her bedroom.
She tried different styles and beats with each song until she was
satisfied she had the correct combinations. Then she made copies of the
sheet music for each member of the band. She didn't know any of the men
her father hired to help her out. But they were professionals who
occasionally played and sang for Frank during his recording sessions. So
she didn't foresee having any problems with them. Which turned out to be
a very wrong assumption. They only took the job so Frank would continue
to use them in the future. But they weren't happy about playing for a
spoiled rich girl brat, who suddenly had a whim to start a singing
career. At least that's how they saw it.

Nancy dressed in a pink tie down top and a pink mini skirt for her
recording session. Completing her attire was pink go go boots and a
stylish pink hat. The go go boots would eventually become a fashion trend
which would be sought after by nearly every teenage girl around the
world. Satisfied with her appearance, Nancy left the house with a smile.
When she climbed behind the wheel of her car she felt positive her new
career was going to be a huge success. The beautiful sun shiny day left
her feeling like nothing could go wrong. So she was full of confidence
when she pulled out of the drive and headed for the studio. She had no
idea there was a world of trouble waiting for her when she reached her
destination. Unfortunately for the men who was going to start that
trouble, they would soon realise they were fucking with a wildcat. And it
was going to be a very painful and humiliating lesson for them to learn.

Nancy walked in with a smile and introduced herself to the six men
sitting in the studio. They mumbled a response and snatched the sheet
music out of her hand when she held it out to them. Nancy was slightly
irritated by their reaction but let it slide. Then one of them spoke up
when she was through handing out the sheets. "What the hell is this
crap?" He asked giving her a cold, hard stare. "It's the songs I plan on
recording. What's wrong with them?" She replied while standing her
ground. "Well for starters, they're rock and roll songs. We don't play
that fucking shit little lady." Another one hatefully responded. Nancy
was beginning to get angry. "You boys have been well paid to do a job. If
you can read the sheet music I gave you, then you shouldn't have any
problem playing the songs. So quit your infernal whining and let's get to
work." She sternly told them with her fists on her shapely hips.

"Who the hell do you think you are giving us orders?" The drummer asked
in a harsh tone. "You tell her man. That fucking rock and roll crap ain't
fit to listen to let alone play." Another one said as he laid down his
bass guitar. "Yeah. I don't care if you are Frank's spoiled brat. We
ain't taking no lip from a God damn rich bitch. So watch your mouth." The
guy behind the keyboard said with a snarl. "You heard him. Frank may not
have smacked your ass while you was growing up, but I sure as hell will
if you open your fucking mouth again." The guy holding the lead guitar
threatened. Nancy had heard enough. She unbuttoned her mini skirt and
slipped out of it. Then she positioned herself between the sarcastic
males and the door. "If any of you loud mouth assholes want to try and
spank me then step right up. I'd be more then happy to give you a beating
and straighten you out." She challenged.

The guy holding the lead guitar looked at her like she had lost her mind.
She was roughly five foot three inches tall and maybe weighed one hundred
and twelve pounds soak and wet. While they were all close to or over six
foot tall. And weighed anywhere between one hundred and eighty pounds to
two hundred and fifteen. She couldn't possibly be serious if she thought
she could take out all six of them. But the little bitch had a mouth on
her that needed to be slapped shut. And they were all mad enough to put
the spoiled slut in her place. So he laid down his guitar and fired a
right cross with mean intentions. The look on all of their faces when she
easily avoided his killer punch was priceless. "You have to do better
then that if you expect to spank me." She said as she doubled up her fist
and landed a crushing right to his jaw. "SMACK!"

While he was back pedaling out of control, the guy behind the keyboard
came out of his stupor and let fly with a powerful roundhouse. Nancy
ducked under it like it was child's play and drilled him with a right and
left combination. "THUD!..SMACK!" The right to his stomach bent him over
in pain. She followed it with a stinging left hook that landed over his
eye and dumped him in the floor. "CRACK!" A wrecking ball uppercut took
out the bass guitar player before he knew what hit him. He folded up like
a card board box and crumpled to the floor at her feet. "Anyone else want
to try their luck?" She asked with a smile. The last three were growling
like angry bears when they charged at her. Nancy didn't waste any time
dispatching with them. Her fists and right foot met their charge head on
and sent them stumbling back.

"SMACK!..SMACK!..WHAP!" She busted the first mans lips with a pile
driving right. Then the second man whimpered when her battering ram left
broke his nose. The third guy left his feet when the toe of her boot
exploded on his chin like dynamite. He landed on his back in a daze about
three feet away. "Let's go boys. I haven't got all day. Get on your feet
so I can give you the beating you deserve." She confidently told them
with her hands on her hips. The first two was up on their feet and coming
for her. One from the front and one from the back. Nancy smiled and
waited for the right moment to strike. Just as they was about to reach
her, she lashed out with her right fist while snapping her well toned
right leg behind her. The maneuver worked perfectly. "SMACK!.......WHAM!"
Her fist struck the front man between the eyes and buckled his legs.
While the sole of her boot slammed into the back guys mid section and
dropped him to his knees.

"SMACK!"..SMACK!" Another solid right hit the guy with the buckled legs
and deposited him in the floor. Then her back fist plowed into the face
of the man on his knees and sent his upper body flying back to bang the
floor between his feet. "BAM!" While his upper body was slowing rising
back up, she turned to the guy she dropped with the uppercut and punted
his face like a football. "WHHHAP!" He flopped over on his back out cold.
"SMMMACK!" She nearly took the guys head off with a devastating right
cross when his upper body reached the vertical apex. He was unconscious
before his dead weight body stopped twitching. Two of the guys who had
charged her were back on their feet with their fists in the air. The
third guy who she kicked was still lying in the floor moaning. Nancy
raised her own male beating fists and advanced on the two of them with a
smile on her beautiful face.

"That's what I want to see boys. Don't make me wait on you. Jump in here
and show me what kind of man you are." She said taunting them. "Shut the
fuck up bitch. You'll be singing a different tune when we get through
with you." The first guy replied. "Right on man. Let's fuck up this crazy
cunt and put her in her place. I'm tired of hearing her runny mouth." The
second guy said with a scowl. They both heaved a thunderous right at her
smiling face with all the strength they could generate behind it. Nancy
simply ducked under their clumsy swings and drove her fists into both of
their bread baskets with enormous force. "THUD!..THUD!" They both grunted
like hogs and doubled over in pain. Nancy straightened up and slugged
each of them on the chin with a powerful uppercut. "CRACK!..CRACK!" They
collapsed like they had been hit with a sledge hammer and stared at the
stars blinking over their heads.

The guy she kicked on the chin was shaking his head to clear it while he
slowly rose to a sitting position. None of the men was an immediate
threat at the moment, so Nancy decided to remove her pink go go boots. It
would allow her to move quicker when the fight resumed. So she unzipped
them and slid the pink boots off of her feet. While she was strolling
towards the dazed male sitting on his ass, she grabbed the stylish hat
she was wearing when she entered the studio and placed it on her head.
Then she knelt down beside him and smiled. "How do you like my fancy hat
wimp? Don't you think it perfectly matches my pink outfit?" He slowly
raised his drowsy head and stared at her through unfocused eyes. "No
comment huh? Well that's just plain rude." "CRRRACK!" The solid uppercut
sounded like a grenade going off when it struck his exposed chin. His
lights were out before his head bounced off of the floor. "BAM!"

That's three assholes down and three to go. She said to herself as she
stood up. The guy who played lead guitar had regained his feet and had
murder in his eyes. "Your ass is mine you little whore." He boasted as he
went in swinging. Nancy went into defensive mode and easily avoided his
crazed attack. After missing her elusive body with about twenty punches,
he slowed down to pace himself with a surprised look on his bewildered
face. "You're not very good at this are you sissy? I could have avoided
those pitiful punches with my eyes closed. Is this the first fight you've
ever been in? Or are you just naturally pathetic?" She said with a
taunting smile. "FUCK YOU BITCH! NOW YOU DIE!" He screamed in
frustration. "Then you better pull out a gun weakling. Because you sure
as hell can't kill me with your useless offense."

"AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He angrily yelled as he attacked with
venom. The beautiful female gladiator didn't toy with him this time. She
dodged his vicious right cross and took him apart with both hard hitting
fists. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..WHAP!" The first two
swelled both of his eyes a little and the next one split his lips. Then
she pounded his mid section with a one two combination that nearly
reached his back bone. When he clutched his aching stomach and doubled
over in pain, the sole of her bare foot mashed his nose to his face and
completely shattered it. He uttered a loud whimper and staggered back off
balance. Nancy went after him with a smile. "Ohhhhh, I bet that one hurt.
I felt your nose turn to oatmeal when my foot flattened your face." He
tried to ignore the pain and delivered a sweeping right hook. Nancy
slapped it aside like a pesky insect and damn near broke his jaw with a
savage right. "SMACK!" He slumped to his knees with tears in his eyes.

Nancy tossed her hat in one of the chairs and knelt down in front of him.
The guy was deliriously out of it and unable to stop her from curling her
fingers in his shirt to hold him steady. "Let's have ourselves a little
chat wimp." "SMACK!" His right eye began to swell. "First of all I'm not
a spoiled brat." "SMACK!" Now his other eye was swelling. "Nor am I a
bitch, a cunt, a slut, or a whore." "SMACK!" His lips swelled up like
they had been filled with air. "So knock off the filthy name calling."
"SMACK!" Now his chin was badly bruised. "Secondly, you were hired to
play for me and you've all been paid." "SMACK!" His cheek began to swell.
"So stop whining like little bitches and do your job." "SMACK!" Now his
right eye was beginning to turn black. "Since it's my career we're
talking about, then that makes me the boss." "SMACK!" His left eye
instantly turned black and gave him a matched set. "Which means you will
all take orders from me and keep your mouths shut." "SMACK!" A large
bruise appeared on his forehead. "Is that understood pansy ass?" "CRACK!"

Nancy saw his eyes roll back in their sockets when the head splitting
uppercut blasted his chin. When she turned loose of his shirt, his upper
body fell against her. He was sleeping like a baby with his head resting
on her right shoulder. Nancy grabbed a hand full of his hair and pulled
his head back so she could see his swollen face. "Just as I suspected. We
have work to do and you're sleeping on the job. Good help is so hard to
find these days." She gave him a little peck on the tip of his nose and
slid to the side when she let him go. The defeated man slumped over and
landed on his battered face. "Sweet dreams big mouth." She told him with
a smile while she stood over his lifeless body. The last two males had
made it to their feet but were standing on rubbery legs. Nancy casually
strolled over to finish them off.

She grabbed them both by the front of their shirts and roughly jerked the
semi conscious men up to her face. "You two boys don't look so good. Are
you sure you still want to play? Maybe you should just take a nap and
sleep it off." They stared at her through blank eyes and didn't hear a
word she said. "Nightie night boys. Close your little eyes and go to
sleep for Nancy." She turned loose of their shirts and placed her hands
on the side of their heads. Then she viciously slammed them together.
"WHACK!..WHACK!" Their unconscious bodies instantly dropped to the floor
like disjointed skeletons and landed at her feet. Nancy looked around the
room and smiled. Six muscular men were peacefully sleeping on the floor
like little babies. All of them had badly swollen faces which were multi
colored in different areas and covered with bruises and abrasions.

The beautiful female warrior dragged their sleeping bodies over next to
the wall and placed them in the positions she wanted. The first one was
lying on his stomach with his arms on his back in a double hammerlock. He
was parallel to the wall and about a foot away from it. The next two were
also lying on their stomach and were vertical to the wall with their
heads pointing outward. One was on her right side and the other on her
left. The next two were placed side by side with their heads pointing
towards where her legs would be. They too were lying on their stomachs.
The last one was placed on his back with his head where her feet would
be. When she was satisfied she had them placed exactly where she wanted,
Nancy sat down on the back of the man who was vertical to the wall and
pinned his arms under her gorgeous ass.

After slapping him awake, she reached down towards her legs and put the
first mans head between her thighs with the back of his head against her
crotch. Then she trapped the second guys head between her lower thighs
with his face nearly touching the other mans. She smiled, thinking they
looked like they were kissing. The right arm of the man lying down by her
feet was pinned between her lower calves, just above her shapely ankles.
Then she hooked her right foot behind his head and crossed her left leg
over her right to hook her left foot under his chin. Once she had the
three men in place, she woke them up by slapping the two between her legs
with her hand and nudging the man at her feet with her foot. Next, she
hauled the two men lying at her sides up on their knees by their hair.
Then she wrapped her arms around the front of their throats in a dragon
sleeper, and pulled their heads up snug to her sides while bending them
over backwards. Now that she was ready, she leaned back against the wall
and shook them awake.

Nearly twelve hundred pounds of solid male muscle was securely pinned in
inescapable holds by a one hundred and twelve pound female. Their pitiful
struggles to free themselves was completely ineffective and comical as
hell. All six men were crying their eyes out and repeatedly begging to be
released. Nancy easily kept them under her control while she scolded the
sobbing males like young toddlers. "You pathetic little weaklings should
have done the job you was paid to do. Then you could have avoided the
senseless beating you forced me to give you. Now I don't want to hear
another word come out of your filthy mouths. Or so help me God, I'll put
your asses in the hospital. Is that understood?" She sternly asked. "Yes
Miss Sinatra." They sobbingly whimpered. "Are you spineless wimps going
to give me anymore trouble?" "NO MISS SINATRA!" They shouted in fear.

"Then you agree that I am the boss. You will follow my orders without
question or hesitation. And you will keep your mouth shut unless I give
you permission to speak. I'm I making myself clear?" She asked in a no
nonsense tone. "YES MA'AM!" They all replied with quivering voices. "Good
boys. Now line up along the wall on your knees." She commanded as she
turned them loose. They scurried to obey her order without saying a word.
Nancy paced in front of them like a drill Sargent while they quietly
knelt there rubbing their aching muscles. "I'm going to step outside for
a while and cool off. While I'm gone, take the first aid kit to the
bathroom and patch yourselves up. When I come back in we will record my
songs. If any one of you gives me an attitude, I'll pull all of your
pants down and paddle your bare asses like naughty little boys. So take
my advise and behave yourselves. Now move." She ordered as she walked
towards the door.

The six men grabbed the first aid kit and obediently hurried off to the
bathroom. Nancy stepped outside and stretched while she breathed in the
fresh air. She was positive the six men would obey her commands from now
on. Their muscular bodies were trembling so bad when she released them
from her holds, that you would have thought they were standing in the
freezing cold of winter. So she was sure she had adequately squashed
their rebellion and wouldn't have anymore problems with them. But just in
case she was wrong, she was confident she could wipe up the floor with
them again. Nancy strolled over to be in the shade and leaned against a
tree. Her mind was still on the fight she was just in a few moments ago.
She was extremely proud of herself for the way she easily handled those
men. Her father would have been proud of her too. About thirty minutes
later she reentered the studio.

Nancy Sinatra went on to have a distinguished singing career. Twenty one
of her songs made the top one hundred on the Billboard chart. Ten of
those made the top fifty in the United Kingdom. "These boots were made
for walking" hit number one on the chart and stayed there for several
weeks. She was nominated for three Emmy's and won one for a television
special she produced and stared in. And she received quite a few Jukebox
awards for having the most popular song played around the country. She
also entertained our troops in Viet Nam for two years. As I stated
earlier, she was instrumental in making go go boots a popular item among
teenage girls. Nancy was also partially responsible for mini skirts
becoming a craze in the sixties and seventies. Her tours sold out where
ever she went, and she was a popular entertainer in the hot spots of
Vegas. She also co stared in several movies with stars like Elvis Presley
and Peter Fonda. Two years in a row she was the top female money maker at
the Box Office.

Nancy took several years off to raise two beautiful daughters. When she
returned to the studio she made a duet album with country and western
star Mel Tillis. Two of their songs made the top fifty on the Country and
Western Billboard chart. At the age of fifty four, she posed for Playboy
magazine in the nude. It caused a lot of controversy among her family,
but was a huge seller in the stores and at the magazine stands. She also
wrote two books about her father that did very well on the market. In
2006 she was awarded with a star on Hollywood's walk of fame. To me, she
was one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen in my life. I can
still see her in my mind wearing a mini skirt and her trade mark go go
boots. I was in love with her in those days. And I'm still in love with
her now. She will forever be in my fantasies.