Decision Time
By Crossmanx at crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome 
A man has to decide which woman holds his fate!  


Decision Time

The tall man gets out of his car, he lights a cigarette as he strolled across
the car park towards the large office building; he looks at his watch, he has
time to finish his smoke before his meeting. Bishop makes his way up to the
thirteenth floor, he wasn't a suspicious man which was good in his line of
work. He heads for the private room, the one out of the way, where he would
not be seen by everyone who worked there. Inside the small room there was a
table and chairs and a comfortable sofa but that was all, but there was a door
off to the side that he knew he would be going though shortly. Bishop made a
quick call to say he was here sat down on the sofa and waited. It was the
normal 20 minutes or so before the side door opened and in walked Miss
Georgina the petite blond secretary "Mr Davenport will see you now." She
didn't wait for him just turned and left, knowing that he would follow, which
he did. It was a short walk across the secretaries office, she stopped at the
large set of double door, knocked and entered her boss's office. "Mr Bishop to
see you sir" she held the door open to allow the man to enter then left the
men to their business.

Bishop sat down he waited for Davenport to speak, the tall man knew his place,
his boss, the much older man behind the desk was powerful and rich. He paid
well so it was always a good think to be polite and keep the 'boss' on side.
The meeting was short, Mr Davenport gave Bishop all the details he needed,
told him who was involved and exactly what he wanted doing. This was the sort
of meeting where notes aren't taken, there was noting in Davenport's diary
about this meeting, things where said here and then real action taken. Bishop
was the man that Davenport turned to when all other options had been taken, or
when he just wanted to send out a message, and that message was 'you've pissed
off the wrong person!' Bishop was good at his job, very good, which is why
Davenport employed him, to sort people out. In return Bishop got well pain and
he was doing a job that he was good at and more important a job he enjoyed.

The sexy Miss Georgina came back "That's all, you know what I want doing, Miss
Georgian will show you out" that was the end of the meeting with Davenport.
Bishop got to eye up the sexy secretary again, he away though is strange how
she was always referred to as 'Miss Georgina'. He concentrated on her sexy
wiggle as she showed him back to the side room, she really was something, a
desirable woman in her mid 20's or so. She always dress immaculately, today
the well fitted dressed showed off her gorgeous figure, that slim waist, firm
legs and those large breasts. He had wanted to get his hands on her, but
unfortunately he never mixed business with pleasure, no mater how pleasurable
she looked. Bishop sat back down on the sofa "wait here for 20 minutes then
leave" Miss Georgina looked down at the tall man over her slim rectangular
glasses, they gave her a air of sophistication and great intelligence. She
just didn't seem the secretary type, or so Bishop thought, he wondered if she
was any good at her job or did Davenport employer her just for her stunning
looks.

The next day Bishop was sat in his car, parked just out of the way where no
one could see him. He was watching an old warehouse, according to the
information that Davenport had given him this would be where his next 'job'
would most likely turn up at. And right on cue a large Mercedes pulled up out
side the building, out got two men, Bishop checked the photos he had been
given to make sure he the right men. No doubting it the tall tanned man was
Vladimir Donskoy, the man that was becoming a 'pain' to Mr Davenport and
needed to be dealt with. The shorter man with him was his cousin, Alexei, his
side kick, a menial, a nothing.

The two men entered the building, time for Bishop to earn his pay. He was
about to get out his car when a motorbike pulled up next to the Mercedes.
Bishop stopped and watched, the figure dressed all in black leathers got off
the bike, it was a woman. Even from this distance Bishop could tell it was a
female and with a good body, she was tall and the leathers where tight. She
took off her helmet and shock her head, long black hair fell down, but Bishop
was just too far away to get a clear look, but could see she was dark skinned.
He remembered Davenport saying that Donskoy had a black girlfriend that was
always around somewhere, this must be her. Even at this distance he reckon she
didn't look too bad, he wondered just what she was like under all those
leathers, a smile came across his face.

The woman entered the building through a side door, Bishop waited 5 minutes
and then followed himself. He walked into a large open area in the abandoned
warehouse, it was full of creates and boxes, this place was far from disused.
He could see an open door at the far end of the room and faint voices coming
from it, before he headed there he quickly took a look inside one of the
creates. 'Arrh so that's why you've pissed off Davenport then' Bishop found
the contents of the create interesting "Hey you!" Turning Bishop was meet by a
large man, one of Donskoy's thugs WHACK!

Bishop hit out again CRACK! The man was sent flying, he tripped and fell to
the floor, Bishops boot smashed into jaw, knocking the man clean out. 'That
was easy ... Now for Donskoy.' Bishop headed for the open door, he peered
inside, it was a small room with a table and a few chairs, a few papers on the
table and a telephone. Not exactly the most modern office but it probably did
the job, Bishop couldn't see the gorgeous Miss Georgina working there. There
was just Donskoy and his cousin in the room, time for Bishop to get this over
and done with, he walked in. The two men's faces where full of shock "who the
... " Bishop cut Alexei off "Mr Davenport sent he to have a quiet talk with
you, and there's no need to call for your ... Man, he's taking a nap at the
moment, you really should employ someone who is capable of doing a job
properly, Mr Davenport does, he employs me!"

The two men looked at each other "I told you this would happen" Alexei spat
the words out at his cousin, but to Bishops surprise Donskoy was the clam one.
Alexei ran at Bishop in some vain attempt at trying to take the tall man down
WHACK! It didn't work, one sharp bow from Bishop and Alexei was out cold. The
tall man smiled at Donskoy "So just you and me to sort this out then ... " But
Donskoy was also smiling "are you sue?" a voice came from behind Bishop "maybe
you and I should talk before you do anything you'll regret."

Bishop turned to see the tall black woman in the doorway, he was confused
'what the hell was she on about?' "you had better go darling this is between
me and your boyfriend and isn't going to be pretty so get out of here.." He
turned back to deal with Donskoy "you've pissed Mr Davenport off so I'm here
to put you in your place.." He stepped closed to the man, but surprisingly
Donskoy just stood there as if he didn't have a care in the world 'strange..
But oh well lets get it over with.'

Bishop throw his arm back to throw his first punch ... SLAP! But a hand from
behind him came crashing down hard on his shoulder, it almost knocked the man
to the floor 'what the hell was that?' Bishop tuned to see the black woman's
hand firmly grapping him, at first it didn't make sense he expected to see a
man there, especial considering how strong the grip was on his shoulder. "I
gave you the chance to talk about this ... " The woman's voice had a firm,
authoritarian tone to it, she was tall, Bishop had to look up to make contact
with her eyes, they where dark pools of emptiness. It felt so strange looking
into them, then her hand started to apply pressure to his shoulder, forcing
Bishop downwards, he was shocked 'she's strong ... she's bloody strong.'
"..Now we'll have to do this my way." It was the first time that Bishop had
see her up close, her good looks weren't lots on him but at this moment he was
more concerned about the look on that attractive face, a stern look, a dark,
harsh look that he had not seen in many man, let alone a woman. It worried
him, a weird knotted felling gripped his stomach, this was a new and worrying
experience for the normally hard man Bishop.

The woman pushed the stunned man down to his knees, then as his head twisted
round to still look up at her a slight smile came over her face, that worried
Bishop even more. The woman, the attractive tall black woman, towered over him
as he knelt there, she could see a look of concern, apprehension, maybe fear
over the white mans face, she could resist a little smile SMACK!

Her fist powered down into the mans face, his nose splattered under the force
of this black beauties punch, the man fell to the floor, normally it was
Bishop that sent people down, now he knew what it felt like. It hurt and he
didn't like it, for once he was on the receiving end of a blow that could take
a fully grown man down, and that man was him! He coughed and spluttered not
believing what had just happened, a woman, no matter how tall or good looking
she was, but a woman, a strong woman had pushed him down to his knees then
smashed him in the face. 'This couldn't really be happening!'

As the normally hard man got his head around what was happing he pushed
himself back off the floor, something told him that she hadn't just done that,
she couldn't have done that! Back onto one knees and he looked up, she was
still there and yes it was a woman that had hit him! It still didn't make
sense to him. She looked down at him, that same stern look on her face, 'god
she really was tall' , this close to her he could smell the leather, those
tight trousers and that jacket. His eyes where drawn towards her jacket,
namely the front of the jacket, where the zip was pulled down to show off her
ample chest. He swallowed hard thinking what he would like to do to ... ...
CRACK!

His distraction meant that he didn't see her knee fire round and smash into
the side of his head, he may not have seen it but he sure as hell felt it. The
hard man dropped to the floor, he rolled over holding the side of his
throbbing head. The pain was like a sharp hot knife being stabbed into his
brain 'Christ she had hurt him!' As he rolled around he could still see her,
this mysterious dark woman unzipped her jacket, revealing the body that Bishop
had wondered about, it was a strong, firm, toned body, her arms and abs showed
the work she had put in during those hours in the gym.

She throw her jacket to the floor "you really should have taken up my offer to
talk about this ... " This gorgeous tall black beauty reached down grabbed
Bishop by his hair and dragged the stunned and confused man upwards. As he
came up WHACK! THUD! WHACK! Her knee drove hard in to his gut again and again.
She drove the air out his body hurting him at the same time, he was bent
double, trying desperately to take in air as she pulled him up onto his feet
CRACK! The woman's fist smashed into Bishops jaw sending the man spinning
backwards BANG! He was sent crashing into the table, Bishop couldn't believe
what was happening to him, it was him that gave out this sort of beatings ...
He didn't take them! Or so her thought.

He caught sight of Donskoy, he calmly pulled a chair towards him and sat down,
the man was relaxed as his girl grabbed Bishop with both hands and WOOOSSSHHH!
She dragged the man backward pulling him off his feet and throwing him halfway
across the room THUD! She followed this up WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The woman's
high leg motorcycle boots shot out into Bishops body CRACK! A hard boot that
connected with his jaw sending Bishop tumbling across the room. He came to
rest at Donskoy feet as he sat in the chair, the man looked down at Bishop
"you go back and tell 'Mr Davenport' that I'm here to stay and he had better
get use to it, and if I see you again you'll have to answer to her."

With those words ringing in his ear again the strong black beauty dragged
Bishop up and set about him with her fists. Donskoy watched as the woman
knocked Davenport's 'hard man', his 'enforcer' about. Her strong fist smashed
into his face and body, her powerful knees drove hard into the man weakened
body. And her formidable boots kicked his arse around that room. Bishop was at
the mercy of the tall black woman, but she wasn't going to show any pity to
the white man that now cowered at her feet.

Dragging his up she knocks him hard across the face, she cut open his lip,
blood now ran down to his chin THUD! Her knee once more shots up into his
body, winding and hurting the so call hard white man CRACK! The black woman's
arm smashed across his face knocking him backwards SMACK! OOOHHHHHH! Her other
arm is send forward, her fist collides with his chin sending him hurtling
backwards, but even before Bishop could hit the floor he is caught and dragged
back towards her. The dark beauty lets her fists loose on him, they smash into
his body bringing more pain that Bishop had ever experienced.

CRACK! Her knee again shots up into his body WHACK! A harsh backhand sends the
man flying across the room THUD! Her strong thigh smashed into his face. She
had simply and easily dominated Davenport's so call hard man, her strong body
had broken his, giving him a taste of his own medicine and much more SMASH!
Again he dropped to his knees under the devastation of her punch, THUD! She
grabbed him by his throat, her strong hand gripped and tightened. She pulls
the man up onto his feet, then CRASH! She pulled him off the floor and slammed
Bishop hard into the nearby wall ARRRRHHHHHH!

Bishop had never felt this much pain before, he never believed there was
anyone out there that could do this to him, especially a woman! The woman, the
one that had beat Bishop grabbed him and held him against the wall, as his
weak body dropped his head was right in front of the woman's large breasts,
she stepped forward forcing them against his face. At any other time this
would have been a fantastic moment but she now used those huge assets of her
to smother the man. His beating had drained him and he was unable to do
anything, her breast covered his face, and soon the firm but still sort flesh
had cut off his oxygen supply. He panicked, he could do nothing but except his
fate, but what a fate suffocation at the hands, or breasts of this strong
black Amazon. He fell into darkness ... ...

Sometime later Bishop came to he was in his car, his body screamed out and
remained him of what had happened. That woman she was ... He couldn't find the
words to describe the thoughts that flow around his head. His car was still
where he had left it, he could see the warehouse and the side door where he
had entered. Then the door opened, out walked the tall black woman. Fear
gripped him, and even with his body screaming out 'Stop!' he quickly got the
car started and got the hell out of there.

A day or so past before he was summoned by Davenport, he was to go to his
house out in the countryside. Bishop knew he was in trouble, he hadn't done
his job, it was the first time the hard man had failed at anything like this,
and the first time he had been summoned to Mr Davenport's house, no one went
to Mr Davenports house. He looked as if he had been in a fight, and lost, he
worn dark glasses to hide some of the marks on his face. When he turned up it
was more of a mansion than a house, one of Davenport's servants opened the
door and showed Bishop through to where his employer was.

His boss was outside in the garden, the very large garden, Bishop walked down
three flights of stone step to reach the swimming pool where Mr Davenport was.
He was sat at a table near to the pool. Beside him on a lounger, laid out, was
a stunning older woman, she looked good, and Bishop found it difficult not to
focus on her. The woman was taking in the sun dressed in a well fitted white
bikini that showed off her tanned body.

But as he tried to not focus on Mrs Davenport Bishop caught sight of Miss
Georgina, the petite blond was in the swimming pool, she was wearing a pink
bikini, and boy did she have a great body. She was still wearing those slim
glasses that Bishop found so alluring and her breasts looked even larger in
that tight fitting outfit. He always though that Davenport must have been
screwing her but to have the sexy secretary here, dressed like that with his
wife here also? He wondered just what was going on here, where they all ...
...

"So Mr Bishop" Davenport spoke and Bishops concentration quickly returned to
his embarrassing situation. Davenport looked up from his paper, the expression
on his face told Bishop that his boss wasn't happy with him. "So you really
did well with the little job I sent you on ... didn't you" the sarcasm in
Davenport's voice was undeniable. "Mr Bishop in all the time you have worked
for me you have always done a good job ... Until now!" Bishop felt
uncomfortable, his boss had a way of making anyone feel small. "But as you
have always been someone I could rely on in the past I'm going to give you a
second chance." Bishop felt a sense of relief his lucrative and enjoyable job
was still there.

The expression on Davenports face became harder "this is your last chance, you
will go and finish the job I sent you on." That meant going back to deal with
Donskoy and that meant that 'she' could be there. Bishop didn't like the
thought of that, but he also had a strange feeling when he though about
meeting 'her' again! "But Mr Bishop" Davenport carried on, but it was
difficult for Bishop to concentrate as the busty blond secretary was coming
out of the pool. She walked up a large set of steps that entered the water.
"As I don't normally give people a second chance ... " She was now fully out
of the pool, her gorgeous body all wet and glinting in the sun "so I need to
send a message that if you fail and for some reason I do give a second chance
... " She walked over to where Davenport sat at the table and Bishop stood
listening to his boss " ... that second chance will be a very uncomfortable
experience and that I don't tolerate failure."

Bishop wasn't sure what Davenport meant "Miss Georgina would you do the
honours" he picked up his paper, without looking up "Miss Georgina will
explain my views on failure.." CRACK!

The confused man was struck hard by the sexy bikini clad secretary close to
him, it was a sharp, powerful blow that made Bishop stagger backwards SMASH!
Her fist drove into his face smashing the pair of glasses that where hiding
some of the black woman's devastating blows WHACK! The sexy secretaries foot
smashed into the side of the stunned mans face, his head spun but even so he
knew what was happening to him ... ... Another beating from a woman! It was
Miss Georgina's job to put Bishop in his place THUD! Her fist powered into his
jaw, it was her job to explain failure wasn't permitted CRUNCH! Her knee shot
up into his groin, it was her job to make sure that the man understood SMASH!
Her fist drove into the side of his head as he dropped to his knees, this blow
now sent Bishop sprawling to the floor. It was her job to make the man suffer.

Water ran down Miss Georgina's shapely body and dripped onto Bishop as she
stood over him as he lay there in agony, so there was more than one person,
more than one woman who could hurt him. She bent down and grabbed him by his
hair, pulled the man upwards THUD! Her knee slammed into his body as she
pulled him up WHACK! Again her knee drove into him winding the man CRACK! And
again, he coughed and spluttered as he tried to catch his breath and take in
much needed oxygen SMACK! OOFFFHHHHH! This time her firm wet thigh collided
with the side of his head, Bishops head span and he fell back to the floor. He
was hurting and couldn't think straight, but even so the man knew he was again
in so much trouble, again he knew he couldn't defend himself and again he knew
he was at the mercy of a sexy woman that was better than him!

Miss Gorgonian grabbed Bishop by his belt and jacket, she was far stronger
than she looked and pulled him upwards sending the man hurting forward BANG!
He crashed into another table and set of chairs, the sound shattered the
quietness of Davenports garden, but still the wealthy businessman carried on
reading his paper. Mrs Davenport raised her head just to see Miss Georgina
unleash a brutal backhand across Bishop's face as she held the man down on his
knee before her. Mrs Davenport having had a look at the vicious secretaries
again smashing her fist across Bishops face turned her head back to her pillow
and carried on with her exhausting sunbathing.

Bishop was smacked hard again across his face OOUUUHHHH! The petite woman in
pink was use to dishing out pain and she was good at it WHACK! Blood and spit
where knocked clean out of his mouth as her fist again pounded Bishops
battered face, she sent him flying, knocking him over one of the chairs THUD!
He stumbled back to the floor, as he feel he grabbed onto the chair to try and
steady himself. He dropped to his knees and stunned and confused man who was
just now acting on pure instinct, he was by now totally unaware of where he
was and what was really happing to him. All he knew for sure was that the
blurred figure that slowly walked towards him was a woman and she was wearing
something pink.

She had the casual walk of having not a care in the world, she was in control;
there was no hurry as she would complete the job with ease, as she got up to
where he knelt WHACK! She slammed her knee gorgeous thigh hard into the side
of his face; he was powerless to stop her, the exhausted man was sent spinning
round and down to the floor. He felt the strength she had but also that firm
thigh was soft and very feminine. He felt the wet sink against his own; it was
a strange yet exciting feeling.

He coughed and spat out more blood, before he knew it he was back on his feet,
but not sure of how he had got there WHACK! UUUHHHHH! A high swivel kick from
the smaller woman and Bishop was again staggering backwards WHACK! OOHHHHHHH!
The woman's other foot smashed into the other side of his head, and the man
slammed into the wall of the summer house that stood by the pool. Miss
Georgian jumped up grabbed Bishops' head with both hand and pulled it down
hard into her knee that shot upwards CRACK! The man slammed back against the
wall, he slowly slid downwards and onto his knees, he knelt there in front of
the gorgeous petite blond "you will never let Mr Davenport down again or
you'll have me to answer too."

With her words ringing in his head she again grabbed the man by his head, she
pulled him towards her large breasts. She forced his head into her ample
assets, again the man was smothered by an equally sexy woman's large breasts.
An experience most men would be eager to have, again Bishop struggled to
breath as his face was engulfed by the woman's firm yet soft flesh. He
couldn't fight her off, did he even want to? For the second time lack of
oxygen made the man drift off into unconsciousness ... ...

It was much later on when Bishop again came too and for the second time he was
in his car, this time the car was parked in a back alley down town. For the
second time he had been beaten by a woman, for the second time he had been
smothered into unconsciousness and if he was being honest with himself for the
second time he had found the experience strangle different, exciting,
stimulating! As Bishop sat there in his car, the pain was still there, the
pain from both his encounters with the different women 'SHIT! How the Hell did
he find himself in this situation?'

He thought about the last couple of days about the two different women, the
tall, black beauty and the gorgeous petite blond. He had been beaten by both
and now had a decision to make, did he go and find Donskoy, but that meant the
tall black Amazon woman or not do his job and suffer at the hands of the
petite blond secretary? It was one or the other there was no way out of this,
he had to chose. Would it be more than just a beating, he had been warned by
both, what would the women do to him?

The more he thought about the women the more excited he became 'No ... Must
think clearly!' But he couldn't, his mind now wondered to the woman and how
they had both suffocated him with their ample chests! He became even more
excited at this though, he could almost feel those large breasts pressed
against his face and even started to find it a bit difficult to breath now,
these woman where having a extraordinary effect on him. He still had to chose
which of these sexy, stunning women he would have to go back to, to get beat
up by again, and god knows what else.

He sat there for what seemed like hours going over everything in his mind,
who's should he chose, black or blond, blond or black? Finally Bishop had come
to his decision, he turned the ignition key, the car came to life, he gripped
the steering wheel tight. He had made his decision, he was going to ... ...
... Well who would you chose?