Laura and Donna
By Dreadnaught
Laura fights Donna


     I had gotten really lucky. With only a few days left before I
had to break into the warehouse my employers were paying me to
ransack, and knowing I'd never be able to pull this job off myself,
I found myself the perfect help. I'd watched Laura singlehandedly
smash two guys into oblivion in a bar, and I knew then that she was
the one I needed to help pull this job off and get enough money to
survive for another few months. Being a private investigator never
put much cash in my pocket, and it always seemed better on TV,
where the P.I.'s go whizzing around in Ferraris. Reality never
turned out so sweetly. Anyways, when I approached Laura and
introduced myself, she didn't seem especially impressed, but 
when I told her about the job I was trying to pull off, she said
she'd be interested, for a sizable cut of my profits. I agreed,
because I knew that I'd never be able to pull this off without her
help and I had no one else to turn to. A few days later, my
employers gave us the details of what we were to do. We'd be
breaking into a warehouse belonging to Thomas Keene, an importer of
many foreign goods, including apparently drugs and cheap immigrant
labor. None of that was in the warehouse, which was why they were
only sending me in, instead of a commando squad. What was there 
were only a few guards, and a computer containing files with
details of Keene's activities. That was what they wanted and that
was what they were paying for. They'd apparently paid an inside man
a small fortune to betray his boss by making sure the security
systems in the warehouse would be down for half an hour on a Friday
night. I had thought to ask why they didn't just pay the inside guy
to get the files for them, but probably they figured it'd be
cheaper to just pay me to risk my ass going in to get them instead.
     I was getting ready for the break-in an hour before we were
due to be there. I'd put on all black, including my long black coat
where I kept all the tools needed for getting past locks, plus the
inside pocket where I'd kept my gun. I hate guns. I'd seen too many
people get destroyed by guns when I started out as a P.I. and I
never wanted to be responsible for anything like that. The gun I
had was real enough, it's just the ammunition that was fake. It's
amazing how just the sight of a gun can persuade a lot of people
you mean business, even if the blanks in it wouldn't do very much.
Sure, blanks can kill at close range, but since I'd never needed to
fire the damn thing, I didn't worry about that.
     There was a quiet knocking on the door, and Laura stepped in.
Oh, God. She too was dressed all in black, a black jacket covering
a very tight black spandex leotard, the kind dancers wear. On her
feet she had leather ankle boots, probably with just a 1" heel
since she was around my height. She also wore black driver's gloves
with no fingers. I was damn glad my coat covered up the erection I
felt growing. Ever since I'd watched her pound two drunks into
mincemeat in that bar, I'd always gotten aroused just by looking at
her. The last thing I'd need is an angry amazon coming down my
throat because her partner in crime was a horny bastard, so I kept
it to myself as much as possible.
     "You ready?" she asked. "It's almost time." She never beat
around the bush too much with small talk.
     I nodded. "About as ready as I'm ever going to be." Putting my

revolver in my pocket, I followed her out the door.

     An hour later we were on the roof of the warehouse. That's the
real problem of P.I. work, is the boredom you have to endure before
you go into any action. Doesn't matter if you're breaking into a
building or snooping on someone whose husband thinks they're having
an affair, you still have to deal with the boredom. Laura handled
it much better than I did. I was still nervous about this whole
thing as we waited for the time when the power was due to go down
on the security systems. When the time came, we ran up, pulled
ourselves over the fence around the warehouse and climbed the one
set of exterior stairs to the roof, then made our way to the doors
to the interior stairs we'd be taking down to the main level.
     "Okay, no problems so far. Let's just stick to the plan. I'll
go down here to the main office, copy the files, and we're all
set," I said quietly. 
     "Meanwhile, I go down to the main level through the main
stairwell and keep the guards occupied," she smiled deviously.
     "Right. Then you head over to the office and we leave the same
way we came in. They'll know someone broke in but they'll never
know who, or who we're working for. Plus I doubt many guards will
want to tell their bosses they got beat up by a girl if they wanted
to keep their jobs." She grinned eagerly.
     "Okay, let's go." She ran over towards the other entrance as
I opened up the door and headed downstairs.

     Laura quietly opened the door up to the stairs and headed down
them. She still wasn't really sure why she was helping this private
dick, but the excitement of the situation was enough to get her
going now.
     The lights in the stairwell were dim, and shadows filled the
spaces. The stairwell was huge as well, so she kept on her guard.
She also had to wonder why the place was so quiet. You'd figure a
place where the security alarms had suddenly lost power would be a
bit more busy, but all she could hear was background noise of the
warehouse machinery as she made her way silently down the steps. 
     She was still wondering when she had reached the bottom of the
third flight of stairs. "What the.. who the hell are you?!" Laura
looked up quickly to see a security guard standing in front of the
next flight she had to go down, blocking her way with his gun.
Damn, she thought, I really have to pay more attention. These
aren't just some dumb drunken assholes.
     The guard stood covering the woman with his gun. He knew she
wasn't supposed to be there, but God, she was gorgeous. She smiled
brightly at him and said, "I'm sorry, I'm lost." He just gave her
a strange look. "I don't think so," he said. "Come with me." He
kept her covered as she slowly walked over to him. He motioned with
his gun for her to go down the stairs, and just as she seemed about
to comply, she lashed out suddenly and punched him viciously in the
face. The guard's grunt of pain turned into a scream as he
staggered back, lost his footing and fell down the last flight of
stairs. 
     "Damn," Laura cursed as she ran down the stairs after the
guard. She reached him and checked his pulse. Good, he was still
alive, and no broken bones from the look of him. She tensed as she
heard footsteps approaching the door by the bottom of the stairs.
Looking around quickly, she saw that the only hiding place now was
either up the stairs again or behind the door.
     Another guard burst through the door. Seeing the first guard
lying at the bottom of the stairs, he started moving towards him.
"My God, are you.. UNNNH!" He didn't see or hear Laura behind the
door until she had slammed it shut after he had entered the
stairwell and had driven a powerful chop to the guard's neck,
knocking him to his knees. The next thing he knew, she was standing
in front of him. "Goodnight, asshole," she said, and the last thing
he saw was her black leather boot slamming into the side of his
face.
     Laura's kick sent the guard sprawling into unconsciousness.
"Wow," she thought. "This might be easier than I figured." She
opened the door to the stairwell and headed off in search of more
victims.

     "Wow," I thought. "This might be easier than I figured." I'd
found the door into the main office without running into any
guards. I had an uneasy feeling that was damn peculiar, but why ask
questions? Looking around, I quickly opened the door and stepped
inside.
     Inside, I was surprised to see a lovely face staring back at
me in astonishment. I quickly got my gun out. "Just keep quiet and
you won't get hurt. Who are you?" I asked her. 
     "I'm Mr. Keene's secretary, Donna. May I help you?" I looked
at her quizzically. Well, at least I wouldn't have to worry about
her freaking out on me, I guess.
     I moved into the middle of the large room. There were filing 
cabinets along the walls, and the secretary sat behind a large desk
on the far end of the room. "No, that's okay," I responded. "Just
keep quiet. And step out from that desk." I figured if she had a
silent alarm of some sort to press, that'd probably account for her
calmness.
     Donna stood up and walked around in front of her desk. She was
very nice, short blonde hair, very pleasant figure, wearing a
typical business suit, skirt cut well above the knee displaying
some lovely legs. "Is that all?" she asked as I looked around.
     "No," I said. "Is that the door to Mr. Keene's office?" "Yes,"
she said. I started to walk towards the office, planning on copying
the files quickly, then going to meet Laura and getting out of
here. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to be that easy.
     As I past Donna, I caught a glimpse of movement and then felt 
something hard and smooth hit my hand. My gun quickly flew up out
of my vision as she knocked it flying with her kick. I turned
towards her just in time to see the back of her left fist run
straight into my face. The next thing I saw was the carpet of the
office, close up. Donna's voice said, "Mr. Keene doesn't like
having strangers in his office. That's why he hired me." Oh, shit.
The voice might have been different, but I recognized the tone of
voice instantly. It was the same way Laura had talked to the guys
she had beaten up in the bar. I was in serious trouble.
     I'm not an athletic sort of person. I've always been on the
thin side, and never especially muscular. The only way I'd learned
to fight was by trying to hold my own against bullies in the
playground when I was a kid and watching some old Bruce Lee movies.
That was why I knew I needed Laura on this job, to handle the
guards. Now I was on my own with another amazon waiting to beat me
to a pulp. I shook my head to clear it and looked around
frantically for my gun, but it was nowhere to be seen. Naturally.
I sighed and turned and sat up.
     Donna stood in front of me in a loose fighting stance. The
heels on her shoes gave her legs a very graceful look that gave no
clue as to how deadly they could be. "Donna, I didn't come here to
fight you. I want to get some documents from the computer and
leave," I said, hoping my stalling for time would bring some
miracle to save me. I got slowly to my feet, trying not to make any
sudden moves. She smiled at my obvious attempt not to provoke her.
"Tough," she said. "You broke into this office and now you're not
getting out unless you can beat me." She came at me.
     Surprising myself with my own reflexes, I managed to cock a
fist and swing at her before she got to me. She easily blocked my
lame punch, grabbed my arm, and threw her own punch deep into my
gut. The pain exploded into me, and the upper half of my body
lurched forward and down, giving me a close view of her lovely
legs. I didn't have time to admire them as she launched one of her
knees straight towards my face. I managed to pull back before it
hit, so that it only plowed into my forehead instead of my nose,
but the pain was still incredible. I flew back upright, and she
closed in. I saw her lean back slightly with a smile on her lips,
then saw her shoe close-up as it slammed into my face. Stars burst
into my sight as her kick sent me flying back into the filing
cabinets and into a pile on the floor.
     "You're going to be easy," I heard her taunt. "There hasn't
been a man in here yet I couldn't beat. Mr. Keene made a wise
investment, choosing me as his final security system." Her voice
dripped with contempt for me. "Come on, get up and give me a
fight."
     I lay there for a few seconds, letting the stars clear. I
looked around again, but still couldn't see the gun. I also
couldn't see Laura bursting in to rescue me, which was worse.
Finally the stars cleared and I stood up, determined to make
Donna's job as hard as possible. Before I could react, though, her
fist had once again found my stomach. "Woooph," I grunted as the
air flew out of me. Then she grabbed my coat with both hands and
brought her foot up into my gut. "Alley-oop," she laughed as she
fell backwards. The next thing I knew, she was holding me up with
her foot, her leg straightening and throwing me up and over her. I
crashed to the ground hard, knocking all the wind out of me. In the
shock from the body throw, I stood up immediately, and instantly
regretted it as I turned around to face her and her punch hit me
right in the jaw. Her right cross shot my head backwards and I went
flying over her desk and landed hard on the other side. As my head
swam, I heard her teasing laughter. "A girl can never be too
careful nowadays, so I learned self-defence. It comes in handy for
dealing with the occasional industrial espionage agent." I looked
up to see her legs filling my vision as she towered over me. "Let's
go, wimp, I don't want to be here all night beating you to a pulp."
As I struggled to focus my vision on her smiling, devious face, I
wondered where the hell Laura was.

     Laura had problems of her own. She had managed to find the
other guards in one room in the warehouse, one of the storage
spaces. Unfortunately, they had also found her, and weren't in the
mood to ask questions. Even as one guard lay in a pile of broken
boxes unconscious from Laura's beatings, another had grabbed her
from behind and wrapped his brawny arms around her, holding her
arms to her sides. Another guard stood in front of her, readying a
punch. "Make sure you got her tight. I can't believe she knocked
Jake out," he said to the hulk holding her. He closed in with his
fists ready to strike.
     "Believe it, tough guy, because you two are next," she told
them. With that, she brought her left leg up in a powerful
roundhouse kick to the first guard's face before he could get his
punch in. As he yelled in pain and went flying into a pile of
boxes, Laura raised her other leg and brought the heel of her boot
down hard on the other guard's foot. As he loosened his grip around
her with the pain, she broke free, turned and punched the guard
solidly in the jaw. He stumbled backwards and tripped over himself,
crashing to the floor.
     "Too bad I don't have time to stay and play with you wimps,"
she said as the first guard struggled to his feet and pulled
himself out of the pile of boxes. Laura ran up to him, leapt into
the air, and skillfully drove her legs forward into a dropkick to
the man's face. He flew backwards into the box pile once again as
she hit the ground, using her arms to break her fall. She barely
had to look. She knew he wouldn't be getting up from that move
anytime soon. She quickly stood and ran over to where the other
guard had managed to regain his feet.
     The guard groggily stood, and looked in front of him to see
Laura balanced on one leg, her other up in front of his face, bent
at the knee. She straightened her leg once and her boot crashed
into his face, scrambling his thoughts, and again, sending him
stumbling backwards. She then put her leg down, spun on her foot,
and brought her other leg up high to slam his face again. He left
the ground as he spun around and crashed into a wall of boxes, then
hit the ground and lay still. Laura stood over the unconscious
guard for a second, then ran back to where Jake, the first guard
she had knocked out, was stirring. He had almost managed to get 
back up when she grabbed his jacket and hauled him to his feet. "I
didn't say it was time to wake up," she smiled, and drove her fist
hard into his mouth. He flopped back into the boxes, out cold.
Unfortunately, she didn't have time to savor her victory, she was
already late. She ran off towards the main office.

     I lay on the floor trying to get my breath back as Donna stood
over me. Her legs looked incredible from my viewpoint. Her pumps
made her feet arch gracefully, up into smooth, muscular thighs, all
given an extra sexiness by the sheen of her pantyhose.
Unfortunately I was in too much pain from the pounding she was
giving me to get too aroused.
     I'd always had the rather unusual fetish of being incredibly
turned on by watching an amazon at work beating up men. That was
why Laura had instantly caught my eye that night at the bar. She
was a pro. Donna was too, but I was quickly finding out that my
fetish didn't cover being on the receiving end of an amazon's
punishments..
     Donna reached down, grabbed the front of my jacket in both
hands, and lifted me bodily to my feet. She then pulled me close to
her, close enough that I could smell her perfume, before shoving me
hard backwards. I hit her desk and tumbled over it, falling to the
ground in the middle of the room. Her laughter rang in my ears and
she walked around the desk. "Men are such pathetic fighters. When
Mr. Keene hired me, he wanted to see what I was capable of. So he
told two of his guards to subdue me. I had them both out cold in
five minutes. Do you really think you'd stand a chance against me?"
     By this time I had gotten a bit of energy back. As fast as I
was able to manage, I leapt up towards her. I guess she was caught
a bit off guard, as I managed to get my hands around her throat and
started to squeeze with what strength I could muster. She didn't
stay off guard for long. My knees buckled violently as she brought
both her hands crashing down in chops to both my shoulder blades.
My grip on her throat loosened, and she easily brushed my hands
away. Then I saw her fist close on my face. Her jab knocked my head
back, and I struggled to keep on my feet. As my head came back
down, I saw her move to the side, and pain shot through my middle
as she kicked me hard in the stomach. I was beyond even expressing
my pain as I heard her tease, "Don't you know it's rude to
interrupt a lady when she's talking? Punishment time." Then, almost
in slow motion, I saw her foot coming up in a graceful arc towards
my face. WHAM. The world spun and I seemed to lose track of which
way was up. I felt blackness rushing into my mind along with
Donna's words, "I love kicking men unconscious. They never expect
legs like mine can inflict such damage." I couldn't think of
a reply, and the darkness in my mind overwhelmed me. I was out.
     Whap. Something hard was interrupting my sleep. Whap. All I
could see was a blur in front of me. Whap. The blur started to
clear, became Donna's beautiful, sneering face. Whap. She had me
propped up against the filing cabinets and was trying to slap some
sense into me.
     "Wakey wakey," she said, smiling sweetly. "I told you you'd be
easy, but I'm not finished yet. A girl has to have some fun
somehow."
     "No," I managed to blurt out. "No more. I surrender. You're
too strong for me."
     "Damn right I am. But I'm not done with you. Now fight back or
I'll pound you into mulch."
     She stood in front of me in her fighting stance. We both knew
she could totally destroy me right now and I'd never be able to
stop her. I struggled to clear my head. If there was only some way
I could distract her and run out of the office. I might be able to
find Laura. I looked to my side, and grabbed a bunch of the files
that were on top of the filing cabinet I was leaning against. I
threw them as hard as I could in Donna's general direction and
staggered towards the door out to the rest of the warehouse.
     I reached the door after what seemed an eternity and turned
the knob. It wouldn't budge. I wondered for a moment if Donna had
beaten me so badly that I didn't even have enough strength left to
open a door, but no, it had been locked. Donna undoubtedly had the
key, and there wasn't a hope in hell I was going to get it off her.
     Her voice was close behind me. "You won't get out of here that
easy," she told me. I turned quickly and launched a wild swing at
where I thought her head would be, but she stood more than a foot
behind where I'd anticipated. Before I'd finished my swing, Donna
pivoted on one foot and brought her other leg up to kick me hard in
the chest. I bounced off the door hard and came stumbling back
towards her. She then grabbed my arm, pulled and neatly flipped me
over flat on my back on the floor. Despite the pain coursing
through every inch of my body now, I sat up and tried to stand,
with Donna's sarcastic encouragement, "You're a big boy. You can
make it up. There you go, now I can knock you flat again."
     As I slowly regained my feet, she told me, "I wonder how much
more punishment you can take from me before you're out for the
night. Let's find out," she grinned, and leaned back to raise one
of her powerful legs. It seemed to hover in front of me for an age,
then she moved her knee and the top of her shoe pounded the side of
my face once, twice, three times. The rapidfire kicks addled my
brain and sent me staggering back to stop at her desk. Through the
stars clouding most of my vision I heard her say, "Don't worry, not
much more left. You don't look like you can take much more of this
anyways, so you can sleep now and I'll interrogate you in the
morning. Sweet dreams," her deceptively sweet voice told me. My
vision cleared long enough for me to see her leaning back a bit
from me, smiling at me. Then one of her long, sexy, nylon-clad legs
entered my view, and her foot kicked all my awareness out of me. As
I slumped to the floor, I thought I heard a loud crash in the room
with us. Then nothing.
  
     As I came to, I thought there was an earthquake going on. It
was like being caught in a popcorn popper. Slowly my brain started
to work again and the blurring in my vision subsided to find Laura
leaning down in front of me, shaking me awake. "There you are," she
said. "For a minute I wondered if she really had put you away for
the night. I really didn't want to have to carry you home."
     My head cleared even faster, this time with panic. "Where'd
she go? She beat the crap out of me!"
     Laura stood and moved aside so I could see. Donna lay flat on
her face on the other end of the room. "She's taking a little nap
of her own. It turned out she couldn't take her own medicine,"
Laura laughed. "I managed to kick the door open just as she was
finishing you off. She's not nearly as tough as she looks, but she
sure did a job on you, you didn't wake up through the whole fight
we had. Oh, and here, your gun was in the corner between the
cabinets." Laura handed it to me, then suddenly sobered. "Come on,
we can't have that much time left. Get up and go copy the files,
I'll make sure you're undisturbed."
     I got up as quickly as I could, and moved into the main office
while trying to ignore the pain still coursing through my body. The
computer was there, and I copied the files onto the disks I had as
quickly as I could. I didn't care what I was downloading, the
people who hired me would know what they were looking for. I
finally finished and came out of the office just as a security
guard came in past the splintered remains of the door Laura had
kicked in to save me.
     He caught sight of me before he saw Laura. He was a mess,
really. Laura had done her usual amazing job working him over.
Blood trickled from the side of his mouth and bruises were forming
around his left eye. Then again, I don't imagine Donna left me in
much better shape.
     He had started walking towards me when Laura's voice stopped
him dead in his tracks. "I thought I'd already dealt with you.
Don't you have enough sense to stay down?" She appeared from where
she'd been hiding, on the other side of the kicked-in door. Before
the guard could react, her long leg had kicked deep into his
stomach. He barely had time to even bend from the blow to his
middle when she drove a hard punch right to his jaw. He bellowed in
pain and crashed back into the filing cabinets. Laura quickly
grabbed his arm and leaned into him, flipping him over her
shoulder. The guard had slowly tried to get up and had managed to
raise himself up on his arms, but couldn't get any further before
Laura told him, "This time you won't be waking up till tomorrow
morning." She stood over him and launched a powerful high kick,
hitting the guard full in the face and sending him rolling over
onto his back to lay near Donna's unconscious body. Like her, he
was out like a light. Laura stood for a moment and smiled in
satisfaction at her abilities.
     I interrupted her victory celebrations. "Are you done? I
really want to get out of here and patch myself up. Donna worked me
over good."
     "Huh? Oh, right, let's go." She turned and walked out of the
office. I followed her with my eyes, the tight black spandex
clinging to her shapely legs and rear, and I thanked God she was on
my side.
     As I left the office, my eyes lingered on the beaten Donna.
She was just as amazing an amazon as Laura was, and I had
experienced her power first-hand. I just hoped that if I ever saw
her in action again, I wouldn't be on the receiving end.