Cindy
By Dreadnaught
Cindy destroys Sinclaar and Shaw

     God, I hate the boredom I have to endure on stakeouts.
     To pass the time, I ran the events of the past couple of
months back in my mind. I remembered Laura, the tall amazon who had
helped me in a case I was working on. I'd missed her powerful
assistance since then. In the course of pursuing that case I'd met
Donna, another amazon in the employ of the company I was
investigating. Unfortunately, she and I didn't exactly get the
chance for a proper introduction. Her method of presenting
herself was to pound me unconscious. I still have the videotape of
her turning on her boss and doing the same to him; it really helps
me pass the time on long boring nights to watch that. Anyways, the
damage she had inflicted on my body had healed, Laura had gone back
to what she seemed to enjoy most, street brawling, and God knows
what had happened to Donna. After she had beaten her boss and his
bodyguards senseless, she seemed to have vanished. The cops were
left to sweep up what was left of her boss and his illegal business
ventures. And time had passed..
     Being a private investigator, I don't get much excitement. I
get lots of missing persons cases, a few requests to spy on
husbands and wives from jilted spouses, that sort of thing. So the
time I had spent since dealing with those two awesome amazons had
been pretty routine. Fortunately, I had enough arousing memories of
seeing Laura and Donna in action to keep me occupied..
     Then a couple of days ago a man walked into my office. He was
hiring me to keep an eye on two goons, named Sinclair and Shaw. His
explanation was that their business had cheated him out of a
sizable investment, and I was for the time being to keep them under
surveillance, then report back to him about their daily routines,
and then we would decide a further plan of action. So I'd spent the
past days trailing Sinc and Shaw, who almost always did everything
together, went everyplace together, for all I knew they went to the
bathroom together. They had a small office in a run down building.
Since I'd made Donna's acquaintance, I was a bit paranoid about
breaking into offices, so I settled for just keeping a low profile
and tailing them to wherever they went. So far I'd managed to do a
good job. I didn't think they'd spotted me yet. They had a fairly
normal routine. To the office during the day, some trips here and
there during business hours, then they'd head off to some dive for
dinner and drinks after work, then home. I couldn't really pick up
anything strange in their routine, but then again, I wasn't really
paying attention too closely. This sort of work is dull at the best
of times.
     This evening I had followed them discreetly as they left their
office. It was the middle of the week, but that didn't seem to
matter much to them, they'd always stay out late drinking no matter
what day it was, or so it seemed to me. This bugged the hell out of
me, since I get little enough sleep as it is. Trying to adjust to
someone else's schedule can be murder at times. I kept on their
tails as they headed over to the sleazy end of town. As they got
out of their car, I observed them from a safe distance.
     Sinc was maybe about 6', brawny, looked like he'd spent a bit
of time in the army or maybe jail.. probably both. I figured he was
probably the boss of the two of them, although he didn't look to me
like he had much brains for a business enterprise. Shaw was
different. He was about the same height as Sinc, but thinner, a bit
older, and much more intelligent looking. He was probably the idea
factory of the two of them, but he looked like he probably wasn't
assertive enough to get his schemes to work by himself. It was
probably a perfect partnership. As they got out of their car, they
spoke for a few minutes, then headed off and went into a scuzzy
looking strip club.
     Normally I'd have sat back in my car and waited for however
long it took them to come back out, but I wasn't in the mood for
that anymore after two days of doing it, so I got out of my car
and followed them in. The place looked even worse on the inside. It
was small, tight, and hot. The strippers had a bit of an elevated
stage they performed on, with a few tables around it. I guess the
owner had seen Showgirls or something; the strippers had something
like a fireman's pole they could wrap themselves around if they
wanted to. Sinc and Shaw were at one of the front tables, starting
to belt back the drinks. I got a beer from the bar at the back and
went and sat at a table against the wall, so I could keep an eye on
them without looking like I was staring at anything other than the
girls on the stage.
     The evening was pretty dull. Sinc and Shaw kept putting away
the beer, leering at the strippers, and nothing much else was going
on. I was having troubles staying awake. The strippers were pretty
much what you'd expect to find at a dive like this, nice, but
nothing outstanding. Their services were appreciated by the group
in the bar, but nothing much more. I closed my eyes to rest for a
moment..
     .. And I opened them what seemed like a moment later. I
glanced at my watch. Shit, it was midnight. My little nap had gone
on for hours. I looked around frantically. Thank God, Sinc and Shaw
were still at their table. God knows how many beers they had put
away in the time I was dozing. The only thing I really noticed that
was different there was one of them had put a cel phone on the
table. Big deal, I thought. Probably one of them had just decided
to finish off some sort of business deal before he had gotten too
pissed and forgotten about it.
     Then I looked around the rest of the joint. It was empty. Even
the bartender had left. This was really weird, no dance music being
piped in, nothing. I was just about to get up and start making my
way out the door when the house speakers crackled to life again. A
deep, feminine voice announced that there would be one last dancer,
Cindy, and then they would be closing for the night. I was still
thinking about leaving and waiting for Sinc and Shaw from the
safety of my car when Cindy took the stage.
     Wow. The one thought that kept going through my mind as I
watched her was, "What is someone like that doing in this dump?"
Long, straight reddish brown hair to her shoulders. A thin black
satin camisole covering ample boobs cut so that it revealed a firm,
toned belly. Black satin thong panties barely covering smooth,
well-formed buns, and long, tanned, perfect legs ending in dancer's
shoes with spiked heels. I decided quickly to stay for the rest of
the show, and moved my jacket to cover my rapidly bulging erection.
     She was an amazing dancer. Her fluid motion, swaying, her
tremendous high kicks, the way she clung to the pole and she
embraced it in her routines.. every movement of her sexy body
tortured my rock hard cock. Sinc and Shaw were completely
transfixed by her as well. They had stopped talking and were paying
total attention to Cindy as she teased them with her dance.
     She had gone into what looked like her final routine, her
seemingly endless legs kicking high up over her head, then she
wrapped them around the pole and leaned back, holding it with one
hand, spinning slowly around it. As she came to a stop, she began
running one leg up and down the pole slowly, tormenting us with her
sexiness. Cindy grinned, knowing the effect her body was having on
us, and beckoned to Sinc, inviting him to join her on stage. Sinc
rose half-drunkenly, and started up the stairs onto the stage. He
approached her slowly, probably not believing his luck..
     The next few minutes seemed like a blur. As Sinc got closer to
Cindy, her grin broadened, and she took a grip higher up on the
pole with her hands, then effortlessly lifted her legs up and
wrapped them around Sinc's neck. He looked like he was about to cum
on the spot as his own grin grew on his face. He moved in closer to
her, until his neck was in between her knees. Then the expressions
on both their faces suddenly changed.
     As Cindy supported herself from the pole with her hands, her
grin stayed but her expression became more determined. She spoke
for the first time, telling Sinc, "Time for a squeeze play," then
locked her ankles together and began to crush Sinc's throat between
her knees.
     Sinc's expression quickly became one of total shock. "Urrrrk,"
he managed to blurt out as his eyes bulged. He quickly brought his
hands up and began to try to pry her long, well-muscled legs apart,
but it looked like all his strength wouldn't be able to loosen
them. His breath began to come in gasps as Cindy kept the pressure
up for several long moments, then the gasps began to die down, his
hands began to weaken in their vain attempts to free himself from
the grasp of her legs..
     For a few moments, Shaw had sat there watching, seemingly
paralyzed with astonishment at what he was seeing, but finally he
started to spring into life and began to get up menacingly. I just
decided to sit and watch. If Cindy was yet another amazon, this
would be over in a few minutes without any interference from me.
     Cindy noticed Shaw moving slowly but surely into action.
Changing her grip on the pole while at the same time keeping her
deadly hold on Sinc's neck, she flicked her legs, sending Sinc
sprawling to the center of the stage, where he lay coughing and
gasping for breath. She then lowered her feet and stood still
gripping the pole, awaiting Shaw's onslaught.
     Shaw quickly drew a gun out of his jacket and started moving
up the stairs onto the stage, his eyes still registering the
astonishment at this sexy girl attacking his partner. Cindy sneered
at him. "Why does somebody always have to go for a gun just when
the fun begins?" Keeping her grip on the pole, she began to run
around it, revolving faster and faster just as Sinc closed in on
her. When she had enough momentum, she extended her arms and her
feet left the floor, spun in a huge arc, and caught Shaw full in
the face. Shaw flew off the front of the stage, his gun going in
another direction as he crashed down through the table they had
been sitting at. He lay there for a good few moments, shaking his 
head and trying to clear it from the powerful blow he'd just
received.
     Cindy then danced lightly over to where Sinc had managed to
get to his knees, still gasping for breath and rubbing his throat.
He looked up to see Cindy's sexy form in front of him, smiling. She
quickly rose on one foot and brought up the other, slapping the top
of it into the side of his face. Her kick almost knocked him over,
but not quite. She was toying with him. "C'mon sucker, you're not
gonna let a girl do this to you, are you?" she taunted. "Why,
you.." he grunted, and scrambled to his feet. Cindy stood back a
bit and grinned. "Do your worst," she told him.
     Sinc charged at her, taking a huge swing on the way. She
easily stepped under his roundhouse punch, came up behind him and
brought her leg straight up into a powerful kick to the small of
his back. As he stumbled forward, clasping his back and grunting in
pain, Cindy came up alongside him and drove her knee hard into his
stomach. He doubled over in agony, the wind flying out of him.
Cindy skipped back a step and gave Sinc a moment to recover. As his
head started to come up, Cindy once again did one of her incredible
high kicks, only this time Sinc's chin was on the receiving end of
it. Her shoe connected shatteringly, launching Sinc into the air to
crash hard to the stage. "These legs will be too much for you,
sucker," she giggled as he shook his head and somehow managed to
cling to consciousness.
     Shaw had managed to shake off the worst effects of the blow
he'd received and stood, fire in his eyes as he focussed on the
powerful amazon dancer. Cindy had bounced back to stand in front of
the fireman's pole, and she taunted him gleefully. "Well? Are you
just gonna stand there gaping at me, or are you gonna come get me?"
He didn't need to be told twice, so he directed his rage, ran onto
the stage again, and directed as strong a punch as he could manage
straight at Cindy's face. Unfortunately, she saw it coming a mile
off, and easily moved aside, letting Shaw's fist slam hard into the
firepole. He screamed in agony, and I could almost hear the bones
in his hand cracking against the metal. As he took a step backward,
holding his now useless hand in shock, Cindy wasted no time. She
sneered, "Good shot, wimp," then lashed out with one of her
incredible legs. Her foot caught Shaw hard in the side of his
ribcage, and he grunted with the added pain. She then shimmied
herself about two feet off the floor on the firepole, gripped the
pole tight with her hands and turned away from him. For a second I
had no idea what she was doing, until she kicked her right leg
straight back at Shaw. Cindy's mule kick found its mark and the
bottom of her shoe smashed Shaw's nose, launching him off the stage
again. Blood poured from his nose as he lay there stunned, and
Cindy eased herself down the firepole, giggling, "Don't say I
didn't warn you about these legs."
     Sinc had been able to get to his feet somehow, despite the
agony that must have been coursing through every cell of his body,
and now he was about to receive some more pain. He looked up to see
the curvaceous dancer in front of him again. Before he could react,
Cindy launched a lightning fast roundhouse kick that slammed into
his chin, knocking him back a few steps but not knocking him down.
She laughed derisively. "A tough guy, huh? Okay, let's see how much
it takes to knock you flat." Her long, sexy legs again sprung into
action, almost moving faster than I could keep track of. A straight
kick plowed into Sinc's kidneys, another into his gut. A high kick
blurred into his face as he doubled over, then another roundhouse
caught his chin again. He staggered back from the succession of
blows, and somehow stayed standing, although he looked almost
completely out on his feet, and bruises swelled up on his face.
"I'm impressed, wimp," Cindy told him.. "But there isn't a man alive
who can resist my legs." With that, she leapt about a foot off the
stage before him, and her left leg again came around, the top of
her spiked heel catching Sinc hard in the side of his face. She
landed easily as he crashed to the floor, exhausted but somehow
still conscious after the barrage of kicks.
     Shaw was a mess now. Blood still flowed from his nose as he
raised himself up on his hands and shook his head violently,
groaning with the effort. I imagine the shock from his injuries was
nothing compared to the shock of who was inflicting them on him. He
rolled over to a sitting position to see his punisher sitting on
the edge of the stage, one leg crossed over the other. Cindy
straightened her leg, and studied her black dancer's shoe as she
rotated her ankle. "You sure you want any more of these, little
man? You could give up now and save yourself a lot more pain," she
told him. Shaw was transfixed by her luscious legs for a few
moments, and how they were destroying him physically, before he
grunted his way back to his feet. Cindy shrugged. "Have it your
way, wimp," she sneered.
     He staggered towards her unsteadily, and Cindy giggled.
"There's more to me than just legs, you know," she said, as Shaw
threw a wild haymaker punch at her head. He had been weakened so
much by her beatings so far that she easily raised her arm and
blocked the punch. She smiled and her eyes danced as she grabbed
his arm, making sure he couldn't lower it, then drove her other
fist hard into his stomach. She let his arm drop as the air
exploded from his body. "I can also fight with my fists," she
purred, and to prove it she landed a solid looking punch to his
jaw, sending him staggering back a few steps. "Most men never
really learned how to fight properly, I think." Whack! Cindy
punched Shaw again in the jaw, and again he was staggered by her
strength. "So a girl can just come along.." Thud! Her fist again
pummelled his tender gut. ".. and make wimps like you look totally
pathetic." She hauled off and drove a huge left hook into Shaw's
eye. Her punch sent him reeling back into another table, but he
somehow managed to stay upright. "I mean, if a big, strong man
can't even land a punch on a woman, that's pathetic." She put her
hands on her hips and laughed, the perfect image of the
self-confident amazon, who knows she can take on any man and win.
Shaw's reaction was different from mine to this provocation. I came
on the spot. Shaw's anger boiled over and he charged at Cindy. He
was able to wrap his hands around her throat, but he didn't get the
time to squeeze. She grabbed his shirt, raised one of her feet to
Shaw's chest and fell backwards, lifting Shaw up on her sexy leg
and flipping him over her. He landed hard on his back on the raised
stage, barely moving, but still conscious. Cindy walked over to
him, pulled him towards her so that his head was off the stage, and
turned him towards her. He had a great view of her as she smirked
at him, "I love winning fistfights with men, but what I love even
more is putting them away with a good high kick. It's your turn
now." Shaw could do nothing to stop Cindy as she took a step back
and went into a move she had practiced and perfected long ago. Her
immense kick knocked Shaw out the moment it connected, sending him
rolling over along the stage to end in a beaten, humiliated heap.
The powerful, incredibly sexy legs that had pummeled him into
unconsciousness were bounding back up onto the stage now, as Cindy
went to finish off her other victim.
     Sinc still lay on the stage, his mouth opening and shutting
uselessly as he tried to articulate the thoughts racing through his
obviously confused mind. Cindy towered over him in a fighting
stance and smirked. "Yes, your buddy's out like a light. Do you
want to join him?" Sinc was at least able to sort his mind out on
that subject. "No! I give up, you're too strong," he blurted out
through his battered face. Cindy eased up on her guard a bit.
"Smart man. Now we have a few things to discuss," she told him.
Sinc made a move to start getting up slowly, then suddenly lashed
out with his right leg, connecting with the calf of her left leg.
Strong her legs may be, but they still were shot out from under
her, and she landed hard on her butt, momentarily stunned. Sinc
took the opportunity to leap at her. Cindy wasn't off guard for
long though, and as he leapt at her she swung her left leg around
hard, driving her foot into and through Sinc's face. "Unnnh!" he
yelled as he flew back onto the stage. Cindy stood and collected
herself. "Okay asshole, if you want to play some more, we will. Now
I get to have some fun," she growled as she came at him.
     I had to admire Sinc's stamina as he shook off the effect of
her kick and scrambled to his feet. He took a quick swing at her
head as she approached him. Cindy ducked under the punch, then
reached up and grabbed his arm before he could pull it back. Cindy
moved his arm around forcefully, executing a neat body flip, and
Sinc found himself flat on his back on the stage again. Wasting no
time, he stood and came at her with more punches. First he tried a
few jabs at her head, but she was so quick, she had danced back out
of his range, laughing. "Not exactly Mike Tyson, are you? Do you
really think you can catch me like that?" Of course, the more Cindy
taunted him, the angrier he got, and he made the mistake of winding
up for a huge haymaker which probably would have put even this
amazing bare-fisted amazon down for the count. He never got the
chance to deliver it. Before he could launch his punch, Cindy
stepped up and drove two quick, devastating left jabs to his jaw.
Her right fist landed hard in his kidneys, and his wind swooshed
out of him. "You know, you're even worse with your fists then most
guys are. Let me give you some lessons," she teased, connecting
another jab to his jaw, then powering a left cross into his already
bruised and bloodied face. Her potent punches were having a huge
effect on Sinc, and he staggered back, his legs turning to jelly.
He tried uselessly to keep his guard up, but he didn't have the
strength or the technique to block Cindy's punches. She closed in
again, and he groggily brought his fist back to try another swing
at her, but she overwhelmed him again with her speed and power. She
quickly slammed another blow home into his gut, and her fists
blurred into motion. A quick right cross cracked into Sinc's face,
followed instantly by her left fist blasting into his chin. His
wobbily legs couldn't stand the strain of holding him up after the
blows, and he crashed to the stage near the firepole. She grinned
as she looked over the beaten man. "I'd have thought someone like
you would have been in a few brawls in your day. Guess not, though.
But I imagine you've never had a fight with a dancer in a club
before." Sinc didn't have the strength to answer. She stayed a few
paces away from him, although he didn't really look like much of a
threat anymore.
     Sinc desperately shook his head, trying to clear out the
damage Cindy was causing him. Droplets of blood flew with each
shake from his nose and mouth. "Come on loser, I'm barely working
up a sweat here," Cindy jeered at him gleefully. Once again, I had
to admire his stamina. His anger drove him to his feet, and he put
his head down and charged at her, arms outstretched, wild with
rage. He ran at her, and she blurred into motion again, leaping
forward. Her hands landed on his back and her legs left the floor,
gracefully splitting as she leapfrogged clean over the man. She
pushed down on him hard with her hands, and his charge sent him
crashing to the stage once again as she landed easily. "You gotta
be kidding, coming at me like that. I'm a dancer, remember?" Sinc
angrily got up to his knees and spun around, meaning to come at her
again, but she was already on him. A solid kick to his chin knocked
him flat on his back, muddling his thoughts of attack. He lay there
groaning with pain and frustration.
     Cindy's legs seemed indomitable as she stood over him,
prepared to deal more punishment out. "Unnnhh.. no more, please,"
he moaned, his words badly slurring with his puffed-out, bruised
lips and punch-addled brain. "No chance, loser," she smiled. "I'm
still having fun. Besides, I don't think you've come to fully
respect my legs yet. I still want to show you what they're capable
of," and with that, she reached down and grabbed him, hauling him
to his feet once more. He didn't even seem to have enough strength
left to try resisting her, but she took no chances. Holding him in
front of her, Cindy rammed her right knee up into his stomach, then
shoved him back a couple of steps as the wind violently hurled
itself from his body. As he straightened up, Cindy pivoted, leaned
to the side and kicked her left leg straight out, into his chest.
Her blow knocked him back, and he collapsed to the stage near the
firepole, near the still unconscious body of his partner.
      The clicking of the heels of Cindy's shoes was in itself
arousing my ardor as she slowly walked up to Sinc, telling him,
"Get up and finish this brawl like a man, wimp." He could barely
hear her at this point. The amazon dancer sighed, and reached down,
giving me a wonderful view of the buns her panties failed miserably
to cover, as she hauled him to his feet for the final time. I could
hear the delight in her voice as she analyzed his state. "Looks
like a couple more kicks ought to finish you." She then lithely
spun on the toes of her left foot, bringing her right back and
around. The sole of her shoe crashed into the side of Sinc's face
as she completed her spinning kick. His head shot savagely back,
and the power of the kick sent him backwards into the pole, which
wound up being his only means of support. He looked like he was
out, but his legs refused to give way. Still, Cindy knew her work
was almost finished. She took him and stood him wobbily up,
sideways from the pole. "Lights out, loser. Here's something for
you to remember me by," she giggled, and again shimmied up the
pole. Holding herself off the ground with her hands and her right
leg, she launched her left into one final, thunderous high kick.
The top of her foot pounded into and through Sinc's chin, knocking
him out of commission as the heel of her shoe finished the kick
perpendicular to the ground and came back down to the ground.
Sinc's limp form landed on the edge of the stage like a ton of
bricks, right next to Shaw's, as I shot another load of cum into my
pants.
     Cindy towered over both the men she had knocked senseless with
satisfaction. She was without doubt a pro at this sort of thing,
another amazon who ranked up there with Laura and Donna. As I sat
there and admired her, she turned her attention away from the
victims of her pummelings, towards me. She started walking towards
me. Ignoring the spreading cum stain on the crotch of my pants, I
grabbed my coat and got up, intent of finding the exit as quickly
as possible. 
     "Hey!" she yelled. "Sit down, I want to talk with you." I
froze in my tracks. Before I could think of anything to say or do,
she shoved me roughly back into the chair I had gotten up from.
     "I know you're the private dick sent to tail those two wimps,"
she told me, her seductive voice transfixing me. "I need to know a
few things about them. And don't try anything, or I'll give you the
same thing I gave them." She sat in the chair opposite me, crossing
her legs fully in my field of vision. Her legs were long and
luscious, the muscles in her thighs and calves pronounced, the
heels of her shoes adding to the power and the femininity of them.
I could barely take my eyes off them as she spoke to me. "I would
have asked one of them what I want to know, but I'll have to wait
a few hours to do that now," she smirked.
     I glanced up from those amazing legs to consider the unmoving
men on the stage. She had indeed barely worked up a sweat in
knocking them out. I swallowed and tried to speak. "I.. I've only
been following them a few days. The guy who hired me only told me
a bit about them. He said they screwed him around in an investment,
so I figured we were going to be laying fraud charges eventually."
My eyes returned to her legs as she ran a hand down them, massaging
them.
     She laughed. "Fraud charges? Oh, there'll be more than that
laid, bud. My people suspect these two of being part of the
syndicate that inherited Keene's smuggling empire. There'll be drug
charges, illegal immigration charges, stolen goods charges, you
name it."
     I was still focussed completely on her legs as she continued
stroking the muscles in them. "Are you with the cops?" I asked, my
mind rushing to cope with all that was going on.
     She smiled sweetly. "No, I'm an exotic dancer. But I know how
to fight, and I'm damn good at it. So that's made me valuable to
certain.. groups of people." She uncrossed and recrossed her legs,
massaging the other one now. "The last thing most guys expect is to
lose a fight to a babe with legs."
     I couldn't believe I was well on my way to cumming again. I
tried to keep my mind focussed on what she was saying. "Still, I'm
coming into this case almost blind. I need to know who the other
members of this syndicate are, get in with them and bring them
down. And I need your help with that."
     For the first time in days, I laughed. "After watching you put
those two away, I don't think you need any help from me!"
     "Yes, I do," she answered. "For one thing, I need to know who
you're working for. Second of all, I can't do all this alone. You
have connections I don't.." She straightened her leg to continue
massaging it, making my cock throb even harder. She grinned as she
continued, "Plus you don't attract nearly as much attention as I
do."
     I hesitated a second. "What happens if I don't help?"
     She gestured towards the stage and the two unconscious men
lying on it. "Then I can demonstrate how strong my legs are on you.
I doubt you'd even last as long as they did." I put the question
out of my mind.
     She continued. "I know you're not a fighter. Don't worry about
that, just leave that part to me. I need you for your brains, not
your fists." The seductive smile again came over her face.
     "Okay," I said. "I can meet you tomorrow and we can go over
what I know. You know where my office is, I presume?" She nodded.
"Great. Now I want to go home and get some sleep." I was exhausted,
so I stood to leave.
     She giggled. "Yeah, you might want to change into a dry pair
of shorts, too." I looked down and noticed the wide cum stain still
spreading as I stood in front of her. Arrrgh.