Cindy, Sloan, Cole and Biff
By Dreadnaught
Cindy beats up Sloan, Cole and Biff

     After leaving the strip club, I got in my car and went
straight home. I was exhausted from several long, sleepless nights
tailing Sinc and Shaw, which had just ended with the two of them
getting beaten into submission by an incredible amazon dancer named
Cindy. I was also more than slightly embarassed at her seeing that
I had cum over watching her do it, but I had always had a fetish
for powerful amazons, so I could hardly help myself. She had asked
for my help in cracking open what was left of the old drug import
syndicate I had faced before, but that could wait until morning.
Right now I just wanted to get some sleep, which I did, ten hours'
worth. Once I got up, I washed, dressed, ate a decent meal for the
first time in days, and headed back to my office.
     I got there and unlocked my door. I went in and was shocked to
find Cindy sitting in my chair, her feet up on my desk. Once again
I had to admire those long dancer's legs of hers. She had changed
her clothes since I had watched her dance last night. She now wore
a black t-shirt and very tight, black biker shorts, emphasizing her
legs. She still had on her stiletto-heeled dancer's shoes though,
which added even more sexiness to her lower limbs. I was hard
instantly. She looked at me and chuckled. "About time you got in,"
she said. "Glad to see you changed your pants. Try not to mess the
ones you have on now too much." I flushed, and moved over to the
other chair to sit down.
     "Okay, let's get down to business," she continued. "I got a
bit of information from Sinc and Shaw, when they woke up."
     "What did you do with them?" I asked, remembering that I was
supposed to be employed in following them at the moment.
     "Oh, I took them someplace private," she grinned. "When they
woke up and remembered I kicked the crap out of them, they became
very co-operative. Plus I can be very persuasive." To emphasize her
point, she raised one leg and ran her hand up it from her knee. The
sudden pain as my cock throbbed in my pants confirmed what she was
saying.
     I swallowed hard and tried to speak. "Wh-What did they tell
you?"
     She smiled at my pathetic attempt at self-restraint. "Well,
apart from the fact that they'd never been beaten up by a girl
before, not that much. Seems they're just part of a business
syndicate. They ran their part of it, took a little bit of the
profits for themselves, but they were taking orders from someone
higher up."
     My mind began to slowly put some of the pieces together. "And
the people higher up didn't like them taking a bit off the top?"
     "Right," she answered. "That's why I want to know who hired
you to spy on them. He's probably one of the other people I'm
looking for."
     I moved over to my file cabinet and dug in, looking for the
file I was keeping on this case. "I don't know much about him. His
name's Cole. He gave me an address for his office, but I haven't
been there. He runs the place."
     "Well, I'll go take a look at it. Problem is, if I just burst
in and shut him down, the rest of the syndicate will get
suspicious."
     "Well, wait a sec.. aren't they going to be suspicious anyways
once they realize Sinc and Shaw have vanished all of a sudden?"
     She snorted. "Nah, they were on the take, so the syndicate
didn't really care all that much about them. They'll just want to
make sure the two of them don't talk. We'll spread a story about
how they've gone to South America or something. That'll keep the
syndicate busy for a while, plus since they were on the take
anyways it'll cut down on suspicion."
     I nodded. "So what's your plan?"
     She thought a moment. "Well, I'll need you to check out some
of the connections Cole's office has. Meanwhile, I'll see if I can
infiltrate the office myself, and see if they have the files I need
on the rest of the syndicate. I imagine they could use a new
receptionist," she grinned widely.
     I was puzzled for a moment. "I doubt it, Cole told me they're
just a small office, four or five people. If they're trying to keep
a low profile, why would they want anyone else?"
     In response, she lifted her legs off my desk, brought them
around to the other side, plainly in my sight, and crossed them,
the muscles in her thighs exuding power and sensuality. My cock
throbbed harder. "Remember, I can be very persuasive," she purred.

     Sure enough, Cindy phoned me a few days later and told me Cole
had hired her on the spot. "The minute I got in there, he took one
look at my legs and told me I had the job," she laughed. Luckily,
if her looks hadn't been able to persuade him, she also had a very
impressive, but utterly false, resume to show him as well. I didn't
know who she was working for, but they obviously knew what they
were doing. She told me she wanted me to work on the leads from
Cole's office, and I would be driving her to and from her new job.
You don't argue with amazons, so I agreed.
     The next morning she showed up at my office at 8:30. It was an
effort to keep my jaw off the floor. She had on a white blouse, a
very short, very tight black mini-skirt, very sheer black pantyhose
and heels. She giggled at my reaction. "Always remind the boss why
he hired you," she quipped. Needless to say, I had a hard time
keeping my eyes on the road as I drove her over to the office.

     This same ritual went on for the first week. She would show up
at my office in a very provocative, leg-revealing outfit, I would
drive her over to Cole's office, trace some of the leads I had on
Cole during the day, then pick her up at the end of the day, and we
would exchange information we had picked up. 
     Unfortunately I wasn't coming up with much. Cole had kept
everything he and his office did very quiet. I couldn't get any
connections out of what I had. Cindy wasn't pleased with my lack of
progress, but since she was coming up with much more herself, she
didn't seem too concerned.
     She told me about the people at the office. There was Cole
himself, an older man, probably in his 50's, fair stature, kept
himself in shape. There was Sloan, his "executive assistant", a
somewhat bookish person, mid 30's, who seemed to do most of the
work around the office. Then there was the mystery man. Cindy only
knew his nickname, "Biff". He was a tall, muscled black man, always
by Cole's side, obviously a bodyguard. Of course, what an honest
office needed with muscle like that to protect the boss was an
obvious question that Cindy didn't need to ask. There were also two
other workers who were "out of the country on business," according
to what she'd been told. 
     The office itself was small, she told me. There was the room
in the front, the reception area where she worked, a hall leading
back to the main office, and another large room, which was Cole's
personal office. She also told me she was able to locate the files
on Cole and his business she needed to see, as often all the others
were out of the office, leaving her alone to tend things. She just
needed to copy a few more things, and hoped they'd all be out of
the office long enough in the next couple of days to be able to do
it. "Then, later, once we move in on the rest of the syndicate, I
can come back and mop up these idiots," she told me with a smile.
"I'm looking forward to that."
     
     Things went on normally for a few more days. Cindy had more
and more copied documents piling up, and everything was going
according to plan. She showed up one morning, two weeks into her
job, in what had almost become her uniform, a revealing white
blouse, a black leather mini-skirt, sheer black pantyhose and low-
heeled pumps. As usual, I could hardly keep from staring at her as
I drove into the office. "One day I'm going to make you drive into
a tree," she commented as we drove in. I dropped her off, went to
check more leads and came up empty again, then returned at 5 in the
afternoon to pick her up from work.
     She emerged quickly from the office, bruises on her face, her
blouse and pantyhose torn. As she leapt into the car, she yelled,
"Go!" Despite my surprise at her condition, I stamped on the gas
and the car screeched into life.
     I took my attention off my driving to look at her. She was a
mess, busy trying to catch her breath. "What the hell happened??"
I asked. "Just drive," she gasped. "I'll tell you on the way back
to your office."

     What had happened was Cindy had been once again left alone in
the office. From what she understood, she would be alone for at
least an hour, so she went back into Cole's private office, a
spacious room with a large desk, several filing cabinets, a picture
window, all the luxurious office trappings. She opened the door and
went in, closing it behind her. The window into the rest of the
office beside the door had blinds on it, which Cole almost always
kept closed, so she couldn't see into the rest of the office, which
was her mistake..
     She opened one of the filing cabinets, took out a file, and
began sifting through it, trying to find the documents she needed.
As she sorted through the seemingly endless pile of muddled
paperwork, suddenly the door opened and Sloan walked in. Shocked at
seeing her there, he exclaimed, "Cindy, what the hell are you
doing?? Those are Mr. Cole's private files!" He walked briskly
towards her, planning on ushering her out of the office.
     Cindy couldn't afford to be caught going through the files she
was going through, though, and she was shocked at having been found
when she didn't expect it. "Fuck," she cursed as Sloan closed in on
her. She quickly leaned to the side, raised her leg and drove a
powerful straight kick into Sloan's chest. "Unnph!" he shouted as
the kick sent him flying back and down to the floor. He quickly
overcame his shock at her attack, and stood to try to defend
himself. But Cindy didn't give him the chance to try. Before he
could do anything else, she kicked him hard in the stomach.
"Ooooof!" He bent double around her foot, and she quickly grabbed
his arm and flipped him over, flat on his back. He lay there for a
few seconds, trying to regain his breath.
     He rolled over and struggled back to his feet. "What the.. who
the hell are you?" he groaned as he got back to his feet. "Never
mind that," she snapped. "You've seen too much as it is." She was
on top of him, fists at the ready. Cindy landed two rapidfire right
jabs to his jaw, staggering him, then followed up with a hard left
to his chin. The punch sent him reeling back to crash into Cole's
desk, sending papers and pens flying to the floor. Before his
vision could clear from the stars he was seeing, Cindy came up to
him again and launched one of her amazing high kicks, straight into
the side of Sloan's face. "Arrrgh!" he bellowed, her foot launching
him headfirst into a filing cabinet. He collapsed to the ground,
stunned. Cindy stood over him, snickering. "I've seen you sneaking
peeks at my legs ever since I started here. Now's your chance to
appreciate them, close up."
     Sloan tried to shake himself free of the effects of the damage
she was inflicting on him and get to his knees. "No you don't," she
told him, and once again her black pump connected to his chin.
Cindy's kick sent him sprawling into the cabinet once more. "You
get up when I want you to." She reached down, hauling him to his
feet. His slightly scrawny body was easy for her to pull and lift.
She turned him around, away from the cabinets. "I hope you got
medical insurance," she giggled, raising her leg and driving her
knee hard into his gut. The wind again flew from his body and he
began to double over, but his head was shot back viciously by the
short, sharp punch she landed on his nose. As he staggered back,
she moved in again, balancing herself on one foot and bringing the
other up to slam into the side of his face, twice in succession.
The lightning quick kicks knocked the life out of him and he spun
around into the other filing cabinets, then to the floor, out cold.
She smiled at her easy victory. "Some guys just can't take the
pressure." 
     "Very impressive, Cindy." Cole's voice came from the doorway.
She whirled around, ready to deal with him as well, only to find
Biff standing beside him, and the semi-automatic pistol Cole was
holding pointed straight at her head. She froze in her tracks. Cole
continued. "I don't think I've ever seen a woman fight as well as
you do."
     "Sloan was pretty weak," she replied as her mind raced,
looking for a way out. "Weren't you all supposed to be at a
meeting?"
     "Yes, we were. We got out a bit early. I didn't expect to come
back to find my secretary beating up my assistant and going through
my personal files. Who do you work for?" Cole's gun didn't move an
inch from its target. Cindy decided not to test his aim for the
moment.
     "Does it matter? We have enough on you now to shut you down,"
she bluffed. Actually she still needed what was in the files she
was going through, but hopefully she could convince Cole his career
for the syndicate was up.
     Cole didn't buy it. "I doubt you'd still be going through
those files if you had everything you needed. I also doubt you'd
have knocked out Sloan if you had just come in here to water my
plants. You know what happens now?"
     Cindy could guess. "You kill me, the people I work for
mysteriously stop getting information on you, and you vanish,
right?"
     Cole nodded. "You're obviously a dangerous woman, Cindy. We
won't take any chances with you. I'm going to kill you here and
now, and Biff will help dispose of your body. Now stand away from
Sloan." He gestured with the gun, never taking his eyes off of her.
She complied, and moved to stand with her back to Cole's desk. He
spoke to Biff. "Go check to see if Sloan is all right." The burly
man moved over to the unconscious Sloan and knelt over him,
checking him over. "He's alive, but he'll be out for a while,"
Biff's voice boomed. Cindy couldn't help but smile.
     Cole grimaced. "Enjoy that triumph, Cindy. It'll be your
last." He took aim and started squeezing the trigger..
     When the phone in the main office rang. It distracted Cole
long enough for Cindy to blur into action. She quickly grabbed a
small marble bust from Cole's desk and threw it at him. It thudded
into him, knocking his aim off. Before he could aim the gun again,
Cindy was in front of him, landing a strong right cross to his eye.
He recoiled from her punch and dropped the gun as he collapsed into
the corner of the office. Cindy picked it up and threw it out into
the main office, then kicked the door shut and turned to deal with
Biff.
     Biff was getting to his feet as quickly as he could, but he
was slow because of his size. Before he could reach a fully upright
position, Cindy's foot had slammed into his face. He crashed into
the filing cabinet and then to the floor, on top of the still
dozing Sloan. Cindy lowered her leg after the kick and warned Biff,
"This isn't going to be as easy as you thought, big boy," then left
him to think about the situation while she went back to continue
beating Cole.
     Cole had regained his feet and looked at Cindy approaching him
warily. "I used to box when I was younger," he told her, and
assumed a boxer's stance. "I'll rip you apart with my bare hands."
As she continued to approach him, he took a few steps out of the
corner. He was obviously still in good shape, and he came at her,
launching a couple of jabs at her face with his right. She dodged
both of them, then ducked underneath a hook. She came back up with
a punch to his gut, which caught him unprepared. He took a step
backwards as Cindy sneered, "You never fought me before, sucker."
He had lowered his guard to protect his stomach now, so she quickly
moved in and punched him in the mouth with a quick jab. His head
shot backwards, then forwards again in time to meet Cindy's other
fist connecting hard to his jaw. He swayed backwards under the
onslaught, the corner stopping him. She moved in and kept up the
pressure, bringing her left hand down on his neck in a powerful
open hand chop, then using her right fist in an immense punch to
his jaw. The series of blows was too much for Cole, and he
collapsed to the ground in the corner, trying to cling to
consciousness. Cindy laughed as she towered over him. "That was
boxing? You should have taken up knitting, Cole."
     Biff had gotten back up by this time, and he lumbered towards
her. Despite his size, Cindy was confident she could beat him, with
her combination of speed and powerful legs. She danced over to his
side, then kicked one of her legs hard into his stomach. To her
shock, it was like kicking a brick wall. Biff took a step back and
lost a bit of wind, but not nearly as much as Cindy expected him to
lose. She quickly spun around on the toes of her right foot and
drove her left solidly into his gut again. Once more he lost a bit
of wind and stepped back, but was essentially unaffected. "Shit,
time to quit fooling around," she thought to herself. She moved
around in front of him, brought her left leg up and around, kicking
Biff hard in the side of his face. The impact of her kick knocked
his head around and made him fumble momentarily to maintain his
footing, but he stayed up. He brought his head back around and
grinned. She knew she was in trouble now. He quickly lunged at her
and seized her in his huge arms, manhandling her around until she
had his back to him, then locking his grip around her, rendering
her arms immobile. She saw that Cole had shaken off her punches and
was moving towards them as Biff continued to squeeze her.
     Cole was still slightly groggy, but he was shaking it off.
"Hold her," he instructed Biff, who tightened his grip on Cindy.
The pain increased through her arms and ribs, and she grunted. Cole
closed in on her, and started throwing punches. His first landed in
her gut, winding her, then several to her face, causing her to cry
out in pain. Cole continued to batter her. His punches weren't
really especially hard, but between them and the ox behind her
squeezing him, she knew she wouldn't last that much longer. She
only had one chance left..
     As Cole took a brief break from beating her, Cindy put all her
weight on the hold Biff had on her, brought both long legs up in a
split, then locked her calves around Cole's neck and squeezed with
all her might. Cole's eyes bugged out and he struggled violently to
free himself from the sexy nylon-clad muscles imprisoning his
throat. His efforts to pry her legs open were futile, and he
quickly began to turn blue. "Accck.. help.." he managed to sputter
out. Biff responded by tightening his hold, and Cindy could feel
her ribs being crushed even harder. She cried out with the pain,
but maintained her deadly lock on Cole's throat. As Cole's
struggles became even weaker, she quickly shifted her legs, keeping
Cole's head cradled with one foot, as she drew the other back and
drove it into his face. The sole of her shoe plowed through his
nose, breaking it and sending blood spattering over the rest of his
face as he fell back to the floor with a thud.
     Her legs freed, Cindy jabbed the heel of her other shoe down
into the top of Biff's foot. He grunted loudly, and the crushing
grip he had on her loosened, enough to allow her to crouch down and
then straighten her legs. Like a spring, her legs shot her up in
Biff's ever loosening grasp, and she grabbed his shoulders and did
a perfect backflip over him, one that any female gymnast would have
been envious of. She drew her legs in, and landed on her behind,
sitting on Cole's desk. Biff was still in front of her, trying to
figure out what had just happened. As he turned around to face her,
Cindy braced herself on the desk, then kicked straight out with
both legs. Her feet caught Biff full in the face, and the power of
her long, sexy legs was too much for him. He shouted in pain and
reeled back hard, landing on his back on the floor, stunned. Cindy
managed a giggle. "That's better," she reassured herself.
     She turned her attention back to Cole, who was still stunned
from her stomping of his face. She reached him and lifted him to
his feet, whispering in his bloodied face, "Don't you know it's
rude to hit a lady?" The next thing he knew, he was tumbling
backwards, propelled by her strong right fist. He landed in a
sitting position at the base of his desk, and his sight was filled
by her well-muscled, black-pantyhosed legs as she stood over him.
"I'm putting you out of commission, Cole. Goodnight," she giggled,
then leaned on one leg and brought her other forward, slapping the
top of her exquisite pump into one side of his face. Then she
brought her leg back again, and the sole of her shoe slapped into
the other side of his face. She continued this several times, slap,
slap, slap, the kicks wreaking havoc on his body and mind, until
consciousness slipped from his grasp. Satisfied Cole was knocked
out, Cindy brought her leg back one last time and kicked him in the
face harder. His battered form fell over, and he lay unmoving on
his side. Cindy smiled and expressed her opinion of his fighting
ability. "Wimp." She then turned back to her larger opponent.
     Biff had stood again, a bit wobbily now, but still intact.
"Come on woman," he growled at her. "I will finish you." "Think so,
fatso? Let's find out," she answered. She assumed a fighting stance
and moved in on him.
     Biff had never seen such a powerful girl before. He almost
couldn't believe this was happening, but all he had to do was look
over at the unconscious bodies of his co-workers to know that this
amazon meant business. Plus she had actually inflicted serious pain
on him, something he thought no female capable of. Like Sloan and
Cole as well, no doubt, he had snuck several long peeks at this
amazing woman's long, attractive legs, but now that he was feeling
the true force they held..
     He took a long, roundhouse swing at Cindy's head. It probably
would have ko'ed her without any problem, if she had been on the
end of it, but she danced back out of his reach. She then threw a
roundhouse of her own, bringing her left leg up and around in a
perfect arc, kicking him in the jaw. "Unnh!" Biff grunted, the kick
throwing his head back and staggering him. Cindy laughed and
sneered at him. "How do you expect to cope with legs like mine,
fathead?" Biff growled. She obviously knew how to fight as well as
he did, so how was he supposed to handle this?
     He came at her again, throwing another of his huge roundhouse
punches. As he expected, she danced back from the blow, and also as
he expected, her foot came up to strike his face again. This time
he was more prepared though, and he quickly reached around and
grabbed her ankle. Despite his pain, the feel of her sheer, silky
nylons over her well-muscled leg was turning him on. She stood for
a few seconds, one leg far off the ground, balancing easily on the
other, as Biff prepared to use his advantage to take her down.
Cindy giggled again before he could do anything. "The problem with
guys like you is you don't realize women are more flexible than
most guys," she told him. With that, she coiled the leg she was
balancing on, leapt up and around, bringing her loose leg up to
kick Biff hard in the side and back of his head. It was like being
hit by a truck. He let go off her ankle and crashed down to the
ground in agony. His vision was filled with dancing lights for a
few moments as he struggled to get back up.
     Cindy wasn't giving him a moment's rest. As he got back to his
feet, his head was shot back and he reeled again as she landed
another powerful kick to his face. "You know, most bodyguards think
they can handle a woman," she told him, as her foot slammed into
his jaw even harder than before. He again staggered back, towards
the desk, as she continued her attack and her humiliation of him.
"What do you think?" she asked him, and he tasted the leather of
her shoe as another kick flashed through his face. The continuous
blows were having an effect, and he was starting to black out. "I
don't think you're man enough to handle this woman or her legs,
fatso," he heard her say, his vision clearing long enough for him
to witness her turning around, bringing one of her long, pain-
inflicting legs up to slam yet another devastating kick to the side
of his head. It was too much for him, and he collapsed to the
floor, his energy momentarily spent, his ears filled with her
laughter. He couldn't believe this tall, leggy secretary was
beating him senseless with relative ease. He couldn't believe he
had already let her KO his boss.. he had to redeem himself!
     He put all other thoughts from his mind and let his rage pull
him back to his feet. Cindy smirked. "Want more? I got plenty more
waiting for you, wimp." She poised herself for another high kick,
and Biff seized the opportunity, charging at her, bellowing his
rage. He grabbed her and threw her back as hard as he could. She
crashed into and over Cole's desk, landing in an undignified heap
on the other side. Maybe that'll wipe the smirk off her face, he
thought, as he started to walk around the desk to grab her again.
Before he could reach her, she had sprung to her feet, put her
hands on the desk and kicked out powerfully to her side, her foot
thumping into his chest. The blow knocked Biff back and winded him
again, and Cindy quickly resumed the offensive. "You don't learn
your lessons very well, do you?" she chided him, and doubled her
fists together, swinging and catching the side of his face.
"Uuunnrh!" he groaned, the tremendous punch knocking him back a few
more steps, towards the door. She continued her humiliation of him.
"I'd love to see your resume after this," she said, as another of
her amazing high kicks cracked into the man's battered face. He
kept stumbling back, towards the window next to the doorway. "1996:
beaten in fistfight with a girl. That'll impress employers," she
giggled, her foot again crashing into Biff's face, sending him
stumbling back to lean against the window. His knees were wobbling
so hard now they almost knocked together. He had just about had it.
     Seeing she had him backed against the window now, Cindy
prepared herself, leapt up with her legs bent, then drove the soles
of her shoes straight into Biff's face. The devastating drop kick
threw his body back into the window, shattering it. The loud crash
of the window breaking mixed with his own shouts of pain, as he
landed like a ton of bricks amidst the remnants of the window.
Nicks and cuts now dotted his face, mixing in with the bruises of
her unbearable punishment. He lay on his back, moaning with the
agony, when he heard the crackling of the shattered glass under her
heels, approaching him. "I hope this isn't coming out of your
salary, fatso," she quipped. 
     Next thing he knew, he was being pulled roughly to his feet.
"Unnh!" Cindy moaned. "You're almost a dead weight now. Well, since
you're not able to give me a good fight anymore, I may as well
finish you off," she told him, her smirk lingering in his mind even
as her fist slammed into his skull. The punch knocked him reeling
back again. He had no idea how he managed to stay upright, nor he
could he really remember where he was anymore. Another high kick to
his face momentarily cleared his vision, as he was practically
beyond pain now. He saw her bring her leg down from the kick, and
smile at him sweetly. "Remember how you said you'd finish me,
loser?" she beamed as she leapt up onto the desk he was wobbling
next to. His eyes were filled with her shapely, black-stockinged
legs, the legs that had so easily overpowered and defeated him.
"Guess again, wimp. You're going down," were the last words he
remembered hearing.
     From her position on the desk, Biff's head was within easy
kicking distance, so Cindy concentrated on putting as much force as
she could manage into it. This last, devastating high kick from the
amazon launched the bodyguard off his feet, the force of her foot
crashing into his chin sending him flying to land on top of another
desk, flat on his back. His huge form shuddered momentarily, then
went limp, down for the count.
     Cindy nearly collapsed at that point. This fight had been one
of the more exhausting ones she had ever been in. But she knew she
still had things to do, so she jumped down, checked to make sure
all three of the hapless men she had knocked out were still asleep,
then went to finish copying the files out, and came out to meet me.

     "That was it??" I asked as she finished the story. "You just
left them there?"
     Cindy chuckled. "Why not? I gave them a good working over.
They won't wake up for hours." As she saw how aghast I looked, she
reassured me. "Don't worry, I let my people know they're there,
they'll be picked up very quickly, and I got all the stuff from
their files that we need. We just need to put it all together and
figure this crap out." She groaned for a moment. "I could use some
rest, too.. damn creeps actually fought back." I headed towards my
office so Cindy could get some rest.

     The gym was empty except for one solitary figure, a tall,
black-haired beauty, clad in spandex tights, and a sports bra. Her
bare feet were destroying a punching bag, the powerful kicks
knocking more and more stuffing out of it. She paused in her
assault as a voice called out to her.
     "Andrea? The boss has a job for you. The syndicate is in
trouble."
     She grinned evilly with anticipation.