Donna
By Dreadnaught
Donna beats up five men 


     After Laura and I finished at the warehouse, we turned the
disks containing the files I had downloaded from Keene's computer
over to our mysterious employer. He said very little, gave me cash
to pay for the work, congratulated us on a job well done and that
was it. Once Laura and I got back to my office, I gave her her
rather sizable cut of our cash and thanked her for her help. She
just smiled and told me I knew where to find her if I needed her
help again, then left. I was sure I knew exactly where she'd be, at
the same bar where I first saw her. I'll never forget that display
of amazon power. Two guys totally unconscious at her feet, and me
totally stunned at this young, sexy girl handling that fight like
a pro. I knew that was the sort of thing she enjoyed doing, and was
going back to it after helping me past the guards at the warehouse.
I just sighed and hoped I'd be able to see her perform again
sometime. Then I left the office to go back to my apartment.
     I was still in pretty bad shape when I got home. Keene's
amazon secretary, Donna, had given me a good working over at the
warehouse. As I looked in the mirror in the bathroom, I gave myself
a once-over. Bruises all over my body, a black eye, a couple of
loosened teeth from the kicks she landed on my face.. she was just
overwhelmingly strong, and she sure as hell knew how to handle
herself in a fight. I had no idea how Laura seemed to be able to
handle Donna so easily, but thank God she did. Donna had me out
like a light when Laura saved me.
     I washed my face tenderly, patting over the bruises I had
received, washed out my mouth to make sure there was no blood left,
took a handful of Tylenol and went to bed. I just wanted to sleep
for a week at that point.

     I was still recovering two days later. The most noticeable
swelling on my face had gone down, but almost every part of my body
still ached. I figured I may as well take it as easy as I could for
the rest of the week.
     But I was going a bit stir-crazy from just sitting around the
apartment. I decided to go downstairs and have a bit of a stroll
around outside, and on my way down I stopped to check my mail.
There was a fair-sized package waiting for me. I read the note for
it. It was on my ex-employer's stationary, and it said, "Enclosed:
one videotape we know you'll enjoy watching." That was it.
Intrigued, I decided the walk could wait and headed back upstairs.
     I popped the tape in the VCR and sat gingerly back on my couch
to watch. I was sort of lucky to get the large TV I had. It was a
gift from an old client of mine, someone I'd help find some lost
relatives, way back in the days before the world seemed to get
turned upside down. After a few moments of darkness, the picture
and sound came up.
     It showed a very large sitting room, very elaborate and very
well-appointed. Along one wall were bookshelves, with a large
Victorian sofa nearby. Some very fancy chairs formed a large square
with the sofa, with the far end of the square opposite the sofa
open to a large fireplace. On the end of the room closest to the
camera stood four rather large men in suits, surrounding a seated
man, tall, arrogant looking, about in his mid to late forties, I'd
guess. But that wasn't what drew my attention. In the middle of the
room stood the amazon who had made mincemeat out of me, Donna. If
anything, she looked just as beautiful as she did in person. Her
blonde hair was pulled back into a short ponytail, and she had on
a gray jacket over a white blouse, a tight, short black skirt,
black sheer pantyhose and shiny black heels. As she paced back and
forth, I could see the slit in the back of her skirt reaching up
high towards her splendid ass. I grew hard very quickly. I tried to
figure out exactly what I was watching when it hit me. Of course,
with Donna there, this had to be a surveillance camera view of
Keene's mansion, and that arrogant looking bastard was probably
Keene himself. I sat up in rapt attention as the voices started.
     Donna's voice was first. "Mr. Keene, I was NOT incompetent in
dealing with that break-in last night!" she said with immense
exasperation.
     Keene's calm, haughty voice interrupted. "Yes you were, my
dear Donna. For one thing, you had the thief at your mercy, and yet
you dawdled over subduing him. Why?"
     Donna flushed slightly. "I thought he was alone. I figured
there was no rush in dealing with him."
     I looked closely at Donna. Laura had apparently knocked Donna
unconscious, but I couldn't see any signs of it now. No bruises on
her beautiful face, nothing. I was puzzled but kept listening.
     Keene continued. "So you lingered over this first burglar,
then the second one waylaid you and they both escaped. Donna, I
employ you as my secretary, my bodyguard, and to keep my personal
documents safe. I expect a better job than that."
     Donna almost seemed to burst with her frustration. "Mr. Keene,
I did not deliberately betray your trust. I lingered over the first
thief because I was bored. I was enjoying beating him up. I didn't
know he had an accomplice until.." Her voice lowered. "Until she
burst into the room and I couldn't handle her."
     "You told me you could handle anybody!" Keene thundered. "I
gave you specific instructions to render anyone unauthorized
entering that room unconscious as efficiently as possible. I didn't
tell you to indulge yourself by having a barroom brawl with them!"
     Keene became even more enraged. "And you told me when I hired
you how much an asset you could be to my company! Donna, you
betrayed my trust, and in the end I don't think your abilities are
half as impressive as what you led me to believe! You're fired as
of this moment! Gentlemen, escort her out and make sure she never
returns."
     Keene's goons fanned out, all four of them standing between
her and the large sofa. Donna looked totally stunned for a few
seconds, then regained her composure. The first guard stepped
forward and addressed her. "Come with us, and don't try anything.
There's four of us." I recognized the look in Donna's eyes from the
night she had beaten me up. She had no intention of leaving
quietly, but how was she going to manage against four of them? My
hardon raged as I kept watching.
     Donna smiled broadly and answered, "Yes, there are four of
you." She then kicked the first guard hard in the stomach. His feet
left the ground and he bent forward around the toe of her shoe,
then staggered back, clutching his midsection in intense pain. "And
I'm going to take you all down," she finished.
     She then grabbed the second guard's arm, pulled hard and down.
He sailed through the air, flipped gracefully and landed flat on
his back near the fireplace. The third and fourth guards rushed at
her. As the third approached, she pivoted on her right foot, raised
her left leg to the side and drove a furious kick straight into his
chest, almost sending him flying off his feet to crash to the
ground at the foot of the sofa. Before the fourth could reach her,
she brought her leg down, spun on that foot and brought her right
leg around and back. Her kick slammed into the guard's face and
poleaxed him, knocking him flat. Donna laughed as the guards tried
to recover from her first blows. "Next," she quipped.
     The first guard had recovered enough from her kick to his
stomach to rush at her. He threw a huge punch at her face. She saw
it coming and ducked moments before it could connect. As the missed
punch threw him off balance, Donna came back up and buried her
right fist in the man's already battered gut. "Ooooof," he yelled
as she pounded the wind out of him again, then "UUNNNH!" as she
landed her left fist in a solid punch to his face. The blow sent
him sprawling back to land near the couch. "You'll have to do
better than that, wimp," she taunted as he lay there trying to
clear his head.
     While Donna was distracted by the work she was doing on the
first guard, the second guard had gotten up, and he now ran up
behind her and locked his arms around hers, holding them to her
side. "This isn't the time to get cozy," she said, and brought her
left arm forward as far as she could before driving her elbow back
into the man's stomach. He grunted loudly and he started to lose
his grip on her. He lost it completely when she raised her arm from
his hold and drove the back of her fist behind her into the man's
face. He toppled backwards and crashed into the wall near the
fireplace.
     She then turned her attention to the third guard, who had
managed to get to his hands and knees after her first attack. She
stood before him confidently as he looked up at her in fear.
"You'll get a kick out of this," Donna taunted delightedly, and in
an instant she had brought one of her shapely, black nylon-encased
legs up in an immense high kick to his chin. The tremendous power
of the kick knocked him flying backwards off his hands and knees to
crash down in a sitting position on the heavy sofa. He was still
conscious, but he looked like his brains had been totally scrambled
by her kick.
     Meanwhile, the fourth guard had gotten up and now charged
straight at her. At the very last moment before he reached her, she
stepped aside deftly, then raised her leg straight out and between
the force of her kick to his stomach and him running into her leg,
he stopped dead, coughing and wheezing as the wind flew from him.
She wasted no time in grabbing his arm and flipped him neatly over,
flat on his back, where he lay stunned. She turned her attention to
the still-seated Keene while the guards tried to pull themselves
together from her pummeling. "Keene, these are your best
bodyguards! Look at how easily I can wipe them out!" she laughed,
and it certainly looked as though these four guys wouldn't be able
to do anything to stop her. I started to moan as I stroked myself
harder. Whoever had sent me this tape knew exactly what I found
arousing about amazons.
     Keene, however, was reacting somewhat differently. His look of
wide-eyed astonishment when she had started fighting his guards was
now replaced by one of anger and rage. "Get up, you lazy bums!
She's just a girl and there's four of you! Get her!" The guards
responded to their boss's encouragement as best they could. 
     The first guard managed to shrug off the effects of Donna's
punch long enough to stand. He looked down and reached inside his
jacket to begin pulling a gun out. Before he could bring it to
bear, Donna was on top of him with a smirk on her face. "Uh-uh,
that's cheating," she told him, bringing her open hand down hard on
his gun hand. The chop knocked the gun to the floor, and she
quickly brought her other hand up and punched the guard square in
the face again. He staggered back and collapsed on the floor yet
again, barely conscious. Donna took the opportunity to kick the gun
over into an unoccupied corner of the room, then looked around and
walked over towards the fireplace where the second guard was
struggling to his feet.
     He had just managed to make it up when Donna was again in
front of him. Teasingly, she asked, "You wouldn't hit a lady, would
you? Go on then, try it." He wound up and took a wild swing at
where he thought her face was, but she had already danced back and
his fist flew by in front of her. In the next instant she had
brought one of her lovely legs up and around and kicked him hard in
the side of the face. The roundhouse kick knocked him 180 degrees
around and he slammed face first into the wall. His body finally
came to a rest at her feet. His eyes swum groggily up from her
black pumps, up her amazingly strong and sexy black stockinged
legs. "Legs like mine could stop traffic, eh?" she giggled. He
didn't bother answering, he was too busy trying to stay conscious.
Donna turned her attention to the third guard.
     The third and fourth guards had both managed to get swayingly
back onto their feet. The third one had just managed to get up from
his seated position on the sofa and looked astonished to see
Donna's smiling face once again before him. She didn't give him
time to do much else. Raising her leg, she kicked it straight
forward, into the man's gut. His reaction to her blow brought his
head forward and down, so she wound up and slammed an enormous
uppercut straight into his face. The punch knocked the guard off
his feet and he landed hard on his back on the floor, his head
rocking back and forth as he struggled to keep his senses amongst
her derisive laughter.
     The fourth guard seemed to come to the conclusion that there
was no way he was going to be able to beat this amazon dynamo with
his bare fists, so he grabbed a wooden cane and came wobblingly at
her with it. She saw him coming. "Are you guys such wimps that you
can't take a girl with your bare hands?" she mused aloud. Before
she could express any other thoughts, the guard swung the cane hard
at her head. Donna jumped back fast, and the cane swooshed around
in front of her. She quickly stepped forward, raised her left leg
and brought in around in a graceful arc, kicking the cane out of
the guard's hands. She completed the arc and brought her foot down,
then spun around on it and as she was coming around, brought her
right foot around and back straight into the man's face. The
spinning kick threw his head back viciously and his body followed.
He crashed into a barely conscious heap at Keene's feet. Donna
grinned. "Yes, I guess you guys are total wimps after all." She
addressed Keene. "I hope you know if I didn't think I needed the
exercise from kicking these jerks around I wouldn't have let them
last this long," she sneered. Keene had just gone back to looking
stunned. Hell, even I was finding it hard to believe she was
actually taking on four guys at once and winning, and I'd felt at
least a part of her power. I moaned louder as I felt the cum inside
me heating up..
     The guards had managed to once again collect themselves and
started to get up to challenge Donna again. The first guard stood
and managed to focus his eyes and regain his equilibrium long
enough to charge at her. She let him get in her range, then grabbed
his arm, turned it in and flipped him powerfully over her shoulder.
His body sailed through the air and crashed into the second guard,
who was rushing at her from behind. Their limbs entwined as they
both fell to the floor in a heap. "Wow, two birds with one throw,"
Donna congratulated herself.
     Meanwhile, the third guard had gotten enough energy back to
charge at her himself. He ran up and desperately launched a
roundhouse swing at her head, but she again saw it coming and
ducked easily. She swiftly moved to her left and powered her right
leg into his stomach. As he bent in two around her kick, she drove
her hand down in a vicious chop to the back of his neck. He once
again sagged to the floor and looked like he'd just about had
enough.
     She moved over to confront the fourth guard, who had somehow
managed to get back up despite her powerful kick to his face.
Seeing her in front of him, he tried taking a really lame looking
swing at her. She quickly danced back out of his reach. Even though
he looked like he could barely stand at this point, he tried
another swing, one that looked even feebler than before. She just
raised her arm and blocked this punch with what looked like barely
any effort, as her seductive smile again crossed her face. "Strike
two, want to go for three?" The guard just wobbled slightly in
response. "Oh well, I'll try for a home run then," she laughed, and
brought her fist back. I doubt he even really knew what had hit him
as her strong left hook sent him once again spiralling down to the
floor. Donna took the opportunity to torment Keene again. "I'm done
playing with your guards now, Keene. I'm finishing them all off."
     Keene was still awestruck at how powerless his guards seemed
against this one young amazon. "Get up, you bastards! Fight back!"
Donna laughed at him. "They tried. They lost. I'm too much woman
for all of them." Indeed, at this point it did look like this
beaten group of guards didn't stand a chance. She turned and slowly
walked over to finish her job.
     The first guard had managed to disentangle himself from the
second and stood somehow. He just didn't look like he had the
energy to do much else. Donna grinned at him. "I'll save you for
last." She leaned slightly back and brought her left leg right and
up in an arc. The top of her foot caught the guard in the face and
the kick sent him sprawling to the ground, shouting with pain. "I
never knew how handy a dance background would come in until I
learned to fight," she told the barely conscious guard.
     The second guard bobbed to his feet. Obviously punchdrunk, he 
started trying to come at her, but he was too far gone from the
beating he had taken and looked like he was just going to fall back
down again any minute, so Donna took pity on him. The punch she
landed on his jaw knocked his head back, and then his legs
collapsed under him and he flopped to the floor. "One down," Donna
taunted once it was obvious he was fast asleep.
     Meanwhile, with the help of the wall, the third guard had
clambered to his feet near the fireplace. The minute he was able to
turn back into the fight, his face met the bottom of Donna's shoe
as she spun around into the kick. He crashed back into the wall and
fell heavily to the floor at her feet once again, out cold. Donna
paused a moment, reaching down to pull and straighten her black
nylons before saying, "Two to go." My breath came in spurts as I
came on the spot..
     She wasn't done yet. The fourth guard rose from the position
on the floor near the sofa and actually managed to launch a totally
ineffectual punch at Donna. She sidestepped the punch easily and
smiled, "At least you have spunk," as she kicked her leg up into
his stomach. He bent double soundlessly, as if he had no more
energy to do anything besides collapse. Donna helped him with that
part by driving her knee up into his face. His nose broke and he
fell back from her blow, instantly unconscious. His blood dripped
onto the floor as Donna turned her attention to the last guard
standing.
     Her last kick had almost finished him. As it was, as Donna
slowly walked up to him, he was pretty much out on his feet. All it
looked like she'd need to do was blow on him and he'd be gone. But
I guess she didn't want it to be all that simple. She stood in
front of him a moment, then drove a punch into his stomach. As his
upper body came forward, Donna stopped its momentum and held him in
place with one hand while she used her other to land two solid
looking jabs to the guard's eye. As his knees turned to mush and he
started to pass out, Donna told him, "Pleasant dreams," her smile
growing as she cocked her fist once again and powered home a final,
devastating knockout punch, knocking the man back to lie flat on
the sofa. "At least he'll be comfortable when he finally wakes up
from all that," I thought.
     "There, Keene," Donna said, turning towards the still unmoved
man. "Four guards, one girl, four knocked out wimps." She started
to approach his chair slowly.
     Keene looked like he was about ready to shit himself. "Uh,
very nice work, Donna.. listen, I was a bit hasty in firing you,
I'd really like for you to come back to work for me.. I'll double
your salary. You can have anything you want.." He squirmed
uncomfortably in his chair. I figured he was so paralyzed with the
fear he must have been feeling at this point he just didn't even
think of getting up.
     Donna kept talking as she reached his chair. "No. I'm tired of
you bossing me around, getting me to rough up wimps that you and
your male guards can't handle yourselves." On reaching his chair,
she brought her leg up and leaned with her foot resting on the arm
of his chair. He sat there and gulped, her shoe reflecting the
light off its leather surface just inches from his face, her long,
luscious calf and thigh wrapped in black nylon within his reach..
She smiled down at him. "Do you know how many guys I've knocked
senseless with these legs? Ever since I was young I've been told
what a wonderful pair of legs I have. But it was only when I
started to fight with them that I realized just how wonderful they
really are." At this point she had started running her hands up and
down her leg as she balanced in front of Keene. I wondered if he
was feeling the same lust I was feeling when she suddenly said,
"Now it's your turn to find out about my legs, Keene,"  and with
that, she raised her foot from the arm of the chair and kicked it
straight into Keene's face. He and his chair both toppled backwards
to the floor hard, as Donna moved around and closed in on him.
     Keene quickly scrambled out of the chair and backed himself as
far away from Donna as he could, until he wound up sitting with his
back against the wall. "No.. Donna, don't do this, please.." he
implored.
     Donna approached him slowly until she stood menacingly over
him. "Keene, I'm going to take you apart slowly," she told him,
savoring the thought. "You're going to feel every punch and kick I
land on you, until you can't stand it anymore. You're going to beg
me to stop hurting you."
     He looked around him frantically, trying to spot a quick way
to escape this enraged amazon. All he saw around him were the
unconscious forms of his bodyguards and the girl who had knocked
them out. The door out was on the other side of the room and Donna
would never let him anywhere near it. "Donna, don't hurt me," he
began to plead. "I'll do anything.."
     She considered for a moment. "Anything?" He nodded quickly.
"Well, for a start," she continued, "You could stop cringing and
put up a fight. If you do you might stand a chance of getting out
of here in one piece." Donna reached down and grabbed the lapels of
his jacket and hauled him to his feet. I guess he decided that
Donna was right and a miniscule chance was better than none, so he
tried taking a swing at her head. She blocked his punch with ease,
and a smile again curled her lips. "But you don't stand a chance
against me anyways, Keene," she told him, and jabbed him hard in
the face. The punch knocked him a step backwards, and she then
raised her right leg in front of her with the knee bent, then
straightened her leg quickly and snapped two lightning fast kicks
to his head. Keene stumbled back to the wall, stunned. Donna again
closed in. "How do you like it so far? I'm having fun," she grabbed
his lapels again and pulled him away from the wall and turned him
so his back was to the fireplace. Keene had been able to collect
some of his senses back by now, so he stepped back and took another
swing at her head and missed again. "Think you're good with your
fists, Keene?" she sneered. "Let me give you a small
demonstration." Before he could reply, he was almost broken in two
by the force of the punch she landed to his stomach. As his head
came back up, it was rapidly knocked backwards again by the short,
sharp punch she landed on his jaw. Twice more her fist jabbed into
his face, and he staggered back, his grunts of pain magnifying.
Just as it seemed his legs were about to give way, Donna caught him
full in the face with a right cross. Keene's body jackknifed from
her potent punch and he dropped like a rock to the floor. She stood
over him, watching his head bob back and forth as he clung to
consciousness. "You're about as good with your fists as you are
as a company director," she giggled.
     Keene was busy trying to shake off the effects of her punches
when he saw it. The gun one of his bodyguards had pulled, inches
away from his bruised and battered face. He reached for it as fast
as he could. He knew it would be the only thing that could save him
now. He shouted in pain as Donna's high heeled shoe came down and
crushed his hand and kept him from reaching the gun which was now
just barely beyond his reach. She reached down, picked up the gun
and pulled out the magazine. "No, Keene, it's not going to be that
easy for you," she told him, as she dropped the gun and tossed its
ammunition across the room. "Up you get.. round 2," she smiled as
she took her foot off his hand and pulled him to his feet once
more.
      Round 2 didn't go any better for Keene than the first one
did. He tried to aim a punch for her stomach this time, but she saw
it coming and quickly swept his arm back and out of the way with
her own. The next thing Keene was busy doing was howling in pain
and clutching his midsection as she kicked her leg straight up and
into his side. "C'mon, you were always so tough when you were
behind a desk with four guys to protect you, where's that toughness
now?" she laughed at him. As Keene straightened up from her kick,
Donna told him, "Remember how I said you'd feel the power of my
legs, Keene? Here's a sample." She turned her side to him and
raised her shapely leg up, then drove it straight into Keene's gut.
He bounced off the floor for an instant, the wind whooshed out of
him, and without lowering her leg, she drove it out to her side
again, and this time the bottom of her shoe crashed like a freight
train into his chin. The kick threw him back hard to the ground and
he lay there motionless for a few moments while she giggled
derisively. "Jazz dance really gave my legs a lot of power. Taught
me how to do high kicks, too. There's nothing more arousing than
watching a man get floored by one of my high kicks." Her voice was
starting to sound orgasmic to me, but then I was on the verge of
orgasming for a second time myself.. I kept watching.
     Keene had managed to revive himself and get to his knees.
"Donna, stop.." he blurted out. "I've had enough.. you win. I'll do
whatever you want.. just please stop hurting me.. " He looked about
as bad as I did when she had finished with me, too. Bruises, blood
trickling from his lips, she was working him over good.
     Donna just grinned, bent down and pulled her nylons up a bit
more to straighten them again, then she rubbed her nylons smooth
with her hands. Keene's eyes (and mine) stayed on her amazing legs
as she spoke. "But I'm not done yet, Keene. I'm just starting to
have fun. These legs you're staring at won't stop pounding you
until you're out cold." Keene didn't have time to get off his knees
before she had snapped another kick into the side of his face. He
toppled backwards awkwardly, and Donna quickly came up and hauled
him to his feet. "I'm having more fun smacking you around than I
ever thought I would," she gleefully told him, then hauled off and
landed another awesome punch to his jaw. He stumbled back and fell
hard onto his bookcase, sending a number of them raining down upon
him. How he managed to stay conscious is beyond me, but he was
still awake as Donna closed in again. The torture I was watching
her heap upon the helpless man was too much for me and I again shot
my load. Despite being the victim of her amazon strength just a few
nights before, watching her now still had me shaking with lust..
     Donna stood provocatively before Keene again. "Get up. I'm
having fun, but you're boring, a typical male with no fight in you.
It's time to finish you." 
     "No, Donna, please.. leave me alone," he begged through his
swollen, bleeding lips. "You're the strongest amazon in the world..
I need you in my work.."
     Donna reached down and pulled him to his feet one last time.
She grinned widely as she looked into his punchdrunk, rolling eyes.
"You had your chance, Keene. Now it's beddy-bye time. You're going
to remember my legs for the rest of your life in a moment, because
you'll be getting a close up view of them kicking your head off."
She released Keene and took a step back. Keene's legs were already
wobbly under him as she once again brought her devastatingly sexy
and powerful leg up in front of his face. Whap, whap, whap. Donna
snapped her foot into Keene's face three times in rapid succession.
The series of quick, sharp kicks sent blood flying off his face,
and his head flew back with the last one, but somehow he managed
to stay upright. Donna drove her leg deep into his stomach again.
He bent noiselessly around the shapely thigh in his middle and
stayed there. Donna took a step back and laughed excitedly, "Here
it comes, Keene! Nighty-night!" She then pointed her toe and
executed a perfect high kick to Keene's head. It almost did look
like Keene's head would fly off his shoulders as the top of Donna's
exquisite pump plowed through Keene's face and her kick finished
with her leg almost perpendicular to the floor. Keene soared
through the air in a sickening arc and crashed to the floor limply.
He looked like he wouldn't be waking up for about a week. 
     The shot then changed to show Keene's unconscious, battered
body lying unmoving on the floor. The shot expanded and Donna's
black nyloned-legs entered the shot, improving it 100%. She stood
over him victoriously, at one point prodding his beaten, bloody
face with the pointed toe of shiny black high heel. He didn't
respond. The shot then pulled back and Donna giggled derisively as
the results of her handiwork, five beaten, unconscious men, came
into the shot. Donna moved to one of the chairs, sat and crossed
one leg over the other and began massaging it as her voice
continued. "The thing I didn't tell you, Keene, was that I knew
what was going on all along. Someone had to lower the defences at 
the warehouse to allow those thieves in." She smiled as she crossed
her other leg over and began massaging it. "Did you think it would
be one of your chickenshit guards?" She laughed, and then suddenly
the tape ended.
     I was stunned. If Donna had been the insider who was helping
me to get the files, why the hell did she take it upon herself to
beat the crap out of me?? Was it an amazon conspiracy between her
and Laura? Or was it just that she had to seem that she was still
loyal up until the start of this videotape, when she would have
been out of a job anyways? I'd probably never find out. My sore
cock, not to mention the bruises and loose teeth told me I'd had
enough of man-pummeling amazons for a while. Fetish for them or
not, I just wanted to get back to finding missing persons and the
usual shit P.I.'s do. I wandered back towards my bedroom with plans
not to wake up until Saturday.