Andrea
By Dreadnaught
Andrea boxes Ken and Sam


     Cindy had me make a stop on the way back to my office, at the
strip club where I first saw her dance and fight, knocking out two
of the scum working for the drug syndicate. She went in for a
moment and came out with a large duffel bag, which she tossed in
the back seat of the car. Then we continued on to my office.
     When we got there, she excused herself and went off with the
bag. I took the files she had gone through so much hassle to get
from Cole's office and looked them over. I couldn't make all that
much sense out of them myself, but I did notice a large portion of
the kickbacks from the syndicate's drug smuggling and other illegal
activities were going to a George Marks. The name didn't ring a
bell.
     The door opened and Cindy came in. She had cleaned herself up,
changing the blouse and pantyhose that had been ripped in the fight
she had just had at Cole's office for a chest-hugging white t-shirt
and a pair of natural color pantyhose. With the leather mini-skirt
and heels she had on before, she was still a sight that aroused a
reaction from my cock. Somehow the bruises on her lovely face
didn't seem quite so prominent now, either.
     She noticed the files in front of me. "Anything useful in
those? I went to a bit of trouble to get them," she grimaced. The
goons she had fought to get the information had done some damage to
her, she had said.
     "A bit," I replied. "From what I can figure out, some guy
named George Marks is getting a decent living out of the
syndicate's business."
     "What?!" she exclaimed, striding purposefully over to my desk.
"Let me see those." She picked the file up and began to examine its
contents.
     "You know the guy?" I asked.
     Cindy frowned as she read. "Damn right I do. He's my boss. He
runs the agency that hired me!"
     Suddenly nothing made sense anymore. "Wait a minute. He hired
you to investigate something he's making a fortune illegally off
of?"
     She nodded angrily. "The bastard.. he must have figured I
wouldn't be as far along in the investigation as I am." At my
puzzled look she explained, "See, I'm more or less an independent
agent. They give me a bit of leeway because I get results."
     "You did get results," I added. "Five guys on the take and a
pile of evidence.."
     "All of which is sitting in the Agency building, waiting for
Marks to go and erase it! Shit! Come on, we've got to get over
there!" She dropped the file and headed for the door at a run.
     I followed her as best I could, but God, she was fast. I
managed to stammer out more questions as we ran out of the building
to my car. "But even if we don't stop him from getting the files at
the Agency, you still have copies of them, don't you?"
     "Not all of them," she shouted back at me as I trailed her.
"If Marks manages to get his hands on the files in the Agency
building, we're finished, we'd never get that stuff back. He just
can't go get it himself, he'd have to send someone to do it for
him. Hurry up!" I quickened my pace as best I could as we sprinted
out of my office building towards my car.


     Ken Johnson was sitting behind the security desk at the Agency
building when she walked in. She was wearing the same short-sleeve
blue uniform shirt he was, a short black cotton skirt, from which
long, perfect legs emerged, down to a regulation pair of black
pumps. Wow, he thought. She strode up to his desk with a bright
smile and leaned on it. The only difference in their uniforms
became unignorably obvious at this point, the fact that she wasn't
wearing a tie like he was, and the top button of her shirt was
undone, giving him a long, lingering look at her sizable cleavage.
Ken felt his ardor awakening. He moved his glance up to her face.
She had long, dark brown hair, thin glasses which didn't hide her
deep hazel eyes, warm red lips, and a perfect smile. He was
instantly held spellbound by her, even as her voice called out to
him..
     "Morning," she beamed, leaning further over his desk, allowing
him an even more arousing view of her cleavage and the ample
breasts on either side. "Director Marks sent me to collect the
evidence on the syndicate affair. Here's my authorization." She
kept her eyes on him as she laid out an official-looking paper.
     He somehow managed to take his eyes off her long enough to
glance down at her papers. They seemed to check out. "Um.. right.
The files are downstairs in the vault. I'll take you down there
myself." Of course he could have just buzzed down and got the guard
on duty to arrange her passage into the vault, but he didn't want
to lose this chance to hit on this babe.. He turned to the other
guard on duty at the security desk. "Charlie, mind the store 'til
I get back?" The other guard made a noise of disgust and nodded.
Ken ignored him and stood. "After you.. um..?"
     "Andrea," she answered, winking at him.
     "After you, Andrea," Ken smiled, gesturing towards a hall
behind him. She walked towards the hall, and he followed eagerly.
Her legs and ass moved rhythmically as she walked, the tight skirt
emphasizing every step she took, the clicking of her heels on the
marble floor adding to her sensual qualities. "My name's Ken," he
called to her. "I don't think I've ever seen you around here
before?"
     She stopped and pushed the elevator button to go down, almost
as if she knew the layout of the building anyways. "I'm pretty
new," she said, turning to smile at him. "I'm on the Director's
personal staff, so I don't get to see this place much. I'm usually
over at his government office." The Agency's Director had two
offices, so that sounded feasible to Ken, although he now began to
think of putting in for an inter-office transfer. "You been here
long?" she continued.
     Ken only just noticed Andrea was as tall as he was, now that
he wasn't staring at her legs or her cleavage. "Too long," he
answered. "The problem with desk jobs is there's no excitement." He
moved in closer to her. "And I crave excitement."
     She giggled as the elevator arrived.. "Careful what you wish
for, Ken. You might just get it." They entered the elevator.
     All through the elevator trip to the third basement containing
the vaults and archives, Ken continued his suggestive remarks, and
Andrea responded beautifully. He figured he just might get
somewhere with this amazing babe when the elevator arrived at its
destination and the doors opened, much to Ken's disappointment.
Andrea grinned. "After you," she said softly.
     Ken led her down a hall to a security door. He shoved his pass
card down a slot, a light turned green, and he entered a code on a
small pad next to the door. The lock slammed back, and they entered
into a large room, with several more security doors and a guard at
a desk in the middle of the room. The guard's eyes widened with the
sight of the shapely newcomer following Ken.
     "Morning, Sam," Ken called over. "It's okay, she's got
authorization. She needs the syndicate files."
     "Sheesh Ken, you could have sent her down by herself. I'd have
been more than happy to show her around." Sam grinned broadly.
     Andrea smirked and Ken bristled. He ran his pass card through
to open one of the other security doors when Andrea leaned over and
whispered in his ear, "I wanted you to show me around anyways. Will
Sam object if we're.. in there a few minutes?" Ken's pulse raced.
He looked into her beautiful, beaming face and shook his head. His
hand shaked as he keyed in the passcode and the door opened. He
ushered Andrea into the next room and turned to Sam. "W-we might be
a little while." Sam snorted and gave him a knowing grin.
     The next room was another large vault, with smaller safe doors
around the perimeter. Ken closed the door tight, then started
moving towards Andrea, smiling widely. He came up and started to
put his arms around her.
     "Hold it a sec, hon," she said, placing her hands on his
chest. "First things first. Is the door locked?"
     Ken's burning desire for this girl threatened to overwhelm
him. "No, it's not locked until the passcode is entered again. But
Sam won't bother us, and he can't hear anything from in here, so.."
He again moved his arms around her delectable body.
     She smiled at him seductively. "Wait.. let's get the file out
first. Then we can.." Her smile became a grin.
     Ken didn't need to be told twice. He moved to another security
lock, ran his card down it and entered another code. The loud sound
of a lock opening filled the air and reverberated around the
immense chamber. He moved to one of the small safe doors and opened
it, looking inside. "There you go, the complete files on the
syndicate."
     Andrea moved to the door and looked inside. Ken stood back to
let her look inside, as the door was quite small, making the safe
seem more like a locker. She seemed satisfied that this was what
she wanted.
     She turned to him, slowly removing her glasses and putting
them in her shirt pocket. The sly, seductive smile crossed her face
again, making Ken ache for her even more. "Tell me something," she
breathed, crossing the space between them, putting her hands on his
chest. "You ever do any fighting?"
     "Fighting?" he asked, puzzled by this sudden bizarre question.
     "Yes, fighting," she repeated, her eyes locking with his,
fixating him. "Brawling, street fighting, anything like that. Are
you good with your fists?"
     Ken stammered on this. What did it matter to her? He figured
he may as well try impressing her, though. "Well, nothing major,
but I've been in a few brawls in my time, won most of them," he
grinned.
     Andrea responded with a grin of her own. "Good," she purred,
one of her hands running down his chest. Before he knew what was
happening, she had balled her hand into a tight fist, and rammed it
into his stomach. The air flew out of him and he stepped back. "I
hate getting into fistfights with weaklings." The grin was still
wide on her face. She stepped towards him.
     That punch she landed had knocked most of the wind out of him,
but he still had enough left to articulate his thoughts. "What the
fuck are you.." BIFF! Andrea's left fist plowed into the side of
his face, brutally knocking his head back and throwing him to the
floor. Ken was completely shocked. He lay on the ground a moment,
trying to collect his thoughts. This girl he had been trying to
chat up a few minutes ago was beating him up! What was going on?
     Ken quickly got back up. "You're not with the Agency! Who are
you?" Andrea smirked. "I'm the girl who's going to knock you flat
and take that file, that's who I am." She raised her fists and came
towards him.
     Ken actually did have some fighting experience, but not that
much. He had lost as many brawls as he had managed to win, and
usually those brawls were with drunken sleazeballs, not gorgeous
women. Plus the punch she had already given him was hard, and it
really hurt. Had she just gotten lucky?
     He raised his fists as well, but decided he had better try
some diplomacy first. "I don't want to have to hit a woman," he
warned her. Andrea laughed loudly. "But this woman doesn't mind
hitting you,"  she threatened, and moved in.
     She threw a looping punch with her left at his head, and he
barely moved his arm up in time to block it. Her forearm thudded
into his, stinging him with the impact. "My God, she's strong," Ken
thought, but then his train of thought was interrupted by her
follow-up punch, a straight bullet to his gut. He doubled over
painfully around her fist as the air left him. "Unnnh!" The pain
arced through his upper body as her left fist slammed into the back
of his shoulder blades, making his knees quake. Andrea then pulled
him back upright, and he saw her knuckles make a beeline for his
jaw. Paf! She slammed a sharp jab into his jaw, staggering him,
then pulled her fist back and launched a harder punch. He saw her
right fist close rapidly on his face, heard a harsh thwacking
noise, then saw red and black shapes as he felt the floor slam into
his back.
     As his vision began to clear, he saw Andrea's shapely outline
standing over him, her hands on her hips. "I thought you said you
were good with your fists," she giggled. "Come on, prove it to me.
Give me a fight."
     God, this was humiliating, being outfought by a girl. Ken
didn't know why she had attacked him or what she was really after,
but he was determined to make her pay for it. He shook his head
clear and stood, bringing his fists back up. Andrea copied his
stance and came at him again.
     He took the offensive this time, driven by his humiliation. He
threw a short swing at her head, but hit only air as she dodged
back. He stepped forward and threw another, and this time she
ducked under his punch. Ken then tried another blow as she came
back up, a punch to her stomach, but to his surprise, before he
could land it, she had moved her hand in front of her and grabbed
his fist, stopping it cold before it could reach her. A determined
but seductive smile crossed her face, and her other fist came up
into a short, punishing punch, rocking Ken's head. Then two
lightning quick jabs found his jaw. Whack, whack. Ken was again
seeing stars as Andrea drove home the same punch that had floored
him before, a devastating right cross. Her derisive laughter again
filled his mind as he felt himself spin to the ground once more.
     "Imagine a big, tough guy like you being knocked senseless by
a girl," she tormented him. "Are you such a wimp that you're gonna
let that happen? Get up!" Ken's head was still swimming from her
rock-hard punches. His eyes finally lost the stellar images that
danced before them, and they found the dots of red on the floor
under his head. His lip was bleeding. His anger mounted as he
struggled to his feet.
     He turned around to find her just within his range. He put all
his anger into a devastating roundhouse punch at her head, but she
was too fast, she ducked the blow easily. The momentum of the punch
threw him forward, unbalancing him, and Andrea quickly took
advantage. Her fist rocketed into his battered stomach, and he felt
his body lurch with the powerful shot. "You're probably wondering
where I learned to fight," he heard her say, just before he again
watched her throw her knuckles forward in another jab to his mouth.
His head shot back as her words entered his mind, "Those aerobic
boxing videos helped." He fought to focus his eyes on her face, and
only saw her right fist make a beeline towards him again. A loud
whap filled his ears, her fist felt like a lead weight battering
his head, and he found her punches had again driven him to the
floor, this time in a sitting position against the far wall from
the safe containing the file. He tried to fix his mind on the words
she was saying to him. "But punching air isn't half as much fun as
punching your lights out." 
     Ken knew she was right, he couldn't take much more of this
girl's punches and stay awake. The shock of being beaten by a
female gave way to thoughts of escape, of warning the other guards
and getting help in trying to stop the amazon. But probably Andrea
could take them all on and win, judging from the ease with which
she was knocking him around. He tried to make his legs work, to get
him up and try once more, to focus his remaining energy in one
final attempt to overwhelm her before she could defeat him. His
eyes focussed on two black shapes, which resolved themselves into
Andrea's high-heeled shoes. His eyes slowly wandered up her long,
curvaceous legs, the tight black skirt well above her knees, her
well-endowed chest, to her lovely, smiling face. "Having trouble?"
she taunted. "Let me help." She reached down and virtually lifted
him to his feet, turning him to face away from the wall.
     Ken knew his chance had come, so he put all his strength into
a desperate, punch-drunk swing at Andrea's head. The pummeling she
was giving was having too strong an effect, though. He missed her
head by a mile as she dodged the blow. Once more he felt her drive
a punishing blow into his gut. "Wow, you're a wreck," she chortled.
He was practically beyond expressing his pain now, and so only
grunted slightly as he heard the loud whack of another of her
short, potent hooking punches finding its mark on his chin. "Bet
you never thought a girl could beat you so easy when you were
bragging about your fighting skills," Biff! Andrea's powerful fist
again crashed into his face, the blow knocking his head back again
and sending him reeling back. "Well, believe it, wimp. You're no
challenge to me at all," he heard her laugh mischievously, and then
the loud crack on his jaw that was starting to sound familiar to
him. The impact of another of Andrea's vicious punches knocked his
head back, and he could barely feel his legs as they turned to mush
under him, the floor crashing into his body. He could barely see
anything but the dancing shapes and flashing colors her pummeling
had inflicted on him, but somehow he still managed to cling to
consciousness, barely.
     Andrea's words still reached his punch-drunk brain, although
he was no longer sure who was saying them or where he was. Whoever
was talking sure had a sexy voice, though. "There's nothing more
satisfying than showing a wimp like you how weak you are. You can't
use your fists for shit. You never even landed a punch on me, and
look at what a few of my punches did to you." Ken felt himself
being lifted to his feet again. All he wanted at this point was to
sleep. The colors in his mind cleared long enough to see Andrea's
face before him. He heard her sneer, "Who's the better fistfighter
here, loser?" He remained silent, as if this one last defiant act
somehow erased the humilation of being beaten by this amazon. She
wouldn't let his defiance go unpunished, however.
     Whack! The sharp jab she sent to his jaw reminded him of his
predicament, and the pain coursing through his body made Ken well
aware of Andrea's total dominance of him. Her punches had rendered
him a beaten, useless wreck. This last punch would have sent him to
the ground again, if she wasn't holding him up. "I said, who's the
better fighter?" she repeated. He managed to put forth enough
effort to groan out through his bloody, swollen lips, "You.."
     Andrea's sweet, seductive smile warmed him for a brief moment.
"Here's something to remember that fact by, wimp," she told him,
and he saw her again pull her fist back, watched it fly forward,
straight at his face. WHAM. The brutally strong punch rocked his
entire body with its impact, sending him reeling, crashing back to
another wall, then his legs melted from under him and he collapsed
to the floor, the last image he saw as he lost consciousness that
of the beautiful amazon whose fists had destroyed him, her grin
showing the delight she no doubt felt at being so easily able to
knock him senseless. Then the blackness overwhelmed him, and he
sank to the floor and slept.

     Andrea watched Ken crumple slowly to the floor and pass out.
She grinned with the knowledge that her power and her fighting
skills had totally annihilated this pathetic wimp of a man. Then
she walked back over to the open safe and got the file out. She
examined it carefully, making sure all the information was indeed
there, and there was a great deal of information. Whoever the
Agency had working on this case was very thorough indeed, she
thought..
     When the vault door slowly began to swing open. Annoyed, she
turned to see what was happening. The voice of the other guard,
Sam, entered the room, a mischievous tone in his voice. "Ken? You
know I really hate to disturb you and the lady, but they need you
upstairs.." the door opened fully and Sam came into the vault. The
sarcastic smile he wore on his face evaporated instantly once he
saw the battered mess that was Ken. Sam ran over to him and knelt
over him, examining him to make sure he was still in one piece.
     Andrea hadn't moved from her position by the safe door. Sam's
curses reverberated around the chamber. "What the fuck.." he
wondered loudly as he looked over Ken's bruised face, the swollen
bleeding lips, a totally beaten man. Andrea began to savor the
thought of demonstrating her skill with her fists to another
hapless male victim, so she put the file back in the safe for now
and turned to face Sam.
     Sam had gotten back to his feet and turned to Andrea, the
shock of the situation clearly visible in the expression he wore.
"You.. what the.. what did you do to him?" he stammered out.
     Andrea took a moment to examine her new target. He was older
than Ken, silver beginning to show in his hair, but roughly the
same build and probably the same lack of fighting skills. She
smiled sweetly and replied, "I guess I'd better show you what I did
to him," then launched herself at a run towards Sam.
     She covered the ground between herself and Sam in a couple of
strides, then leapt up gracefully, stretching her left leg out. The
drop kick thudded into Sam's chest. "Ooooof!" he cried, her foot
driving him back and to the ground. Andrea stood immediately,
delighted at the expression on Sam's face, which had changed from
complete shock to one of shock and fear.
     Sam was stunned at the force of the blow from this girl. He
scrambled away a bit from her, then stood and kept backing away.
"Who the hell are you?? I'm calling security." He turned to go back
out to his desk, hoping that the addition of a few men would help
subdue this wild, dangerous amazon.
     He hadn't managed more than a couple of steps towards the door
when he felt her hand close on his left shoulder. "No you're not,
you're staying here," Andrea told him, spinning him around to face
her. The fists that had so recently destroyed Ken set to work on
Sam. She punched him in the face with a short left hook. "Ufff," he
cried, his head flying to the side. "You wanted to know what I did
to him, so I'm showing you," she smirked, then threw a quick jab
with her right to his jaw. A sharp paf! echoed around the chamber,
then a louder shout of pain from Sam as her left fist drove the
wind from his stomach. As he bent forward around that punch, Andrea
landed her right fist in an enormous uppercut. Whack. Sam's feet
almost left the floor as the jarring impact of her punch blasted
his head back, and he toppled to the floor, stunned.
     She laughed sadistically. "Are all you guys this useless with
your fists?" The humiliation had the same effect on Sam that it had
on Ken. He began to struggle back to his feet. "That's it," she
mischievously encouraged. "Get back up and earn your pay. Try to
give me a good fight, man." She resumed a fighting stance.
     His anger had begun to boil over. "You want a fight, lady?
I'll give you a fight." This earned him a sneer from Andrea. "I
doubt it, but try anyways."
     Sam closed in and threw a couple of quick jabs at Andrea's
face. She blocked one, then dodged back out of the reach of the
other. Undaunted, he closed in again, throwing a right cross at
where her head was, but by the time it was due to connect she had
ducked down, into a kneeling position. Sam then shouted in agony as
she drove a hard fist into his kidneys. "You gotta be kidding.
That's the best you can do?" she taunted as she stood. Then biff!
Another short right cross from the amazon flew into his face,
followed by a longer, harder punch to his jaw from her left. The
combination of strong punches sent him spinning to the floor. Her
diabolical giggling rang in his ears. "If that's the best fight you
can give me, you may as well stay down."
     Sam shook his head to try to clear out the effects of the
thrashing she was giving him. He sat and dabbed at the blood
dribbling from his lips, which he felt were beginning to swell. He
knew quite clearly what had happened to Ken now.. she did. "I'm not
done with you yet," he announced defiantly, scrambling to his feet
as quickly as he could manage. He closed in on her again.
     His announcement brought more derisive laughter from Andrea.
"You mean you're not through taking more punishment from me? Good,"
she replied, ducking under yet another of his ineffectual punches.
She came back up with a rapidfire jab to his jaw from her left,
then a harder punch from her right. The sound of her fists
punishing his face thundered around the room. He staggered back,
and Andrea was on top of him, spinning him around to face away from
her, then locking her hands to her arms with the elbow of one arm
under his chin, the other arm across the back of his neck. Sam's
eyes bugged out as she applied the sleeper hold and began to
squeeze.
     Andrea took the opportunity to delightedly torment her victim.
"You know, men always think they're so tough. They all think
they're stronger than women," she whispered in his ear as he clawed
and tugged at her powerful arm, trying in vain to get her to
release the pressure on his esophagus. She responded by tightening
the hold. "I love beating men senseless. Women are supposed to be
weak, remember? A girl like me isn't supposed to be able to take a
guy down." His struggles intensified briefly, but he was having no
luck in freeing himself from her punishing hold. Andrea tightened
her grip even further, and it was having the effect she desired.
Sam's pulling on her arm weakened, his breath became shallower. "I
could have you out like a light if I kept this hold on much
longer," she teased as his struggles diminished into nothingness.
"But I'm not gonna do that. I want you to face me when I knock you
out. I want you to see it's a girl giving you the beating of your
life." With that, she released her hold on his neck and shoved him
forward. Sam collapsed to his hands and knees, gasping for the air
she had denied him, trying to get his strength back.
     Andrea didn't give him the opportunity. She walked slowly
around in front of him, reached down and pulled him to his feet.
"You got some air back now, I see," she observed, then her fist
flashed into his weakened stomach, driving it all from him with a
whoosh. He bent double around the blow, but she quickly
straightened him back upright, then began another torturing
combination of punches to his face. Whack, whap, paf. Andrea drove
a short right to Sam's jaw, then a left hook that felt like it
almost knocked his head off, and followed up with a rocket of a
right cross. Her potent fists drove him back with every blow, until
her last devastating punch sent him into the wall and down to the
floor, near where the still unconscious Ken lay. Sam was virtually
out now, completely punch drunk. She continued her sneering
humiliation of the barely conscious guard. "I should really take up
professional boxing. If all men go down from a few punches of mine
like you wimps did, I could be the champ in a week!" Andrea laughed
as she towered over him.
     Sam's eyes swam, but they seemed to focus on her legs as she
stood over him. The high-heeled pumps she wore added to their
femininity and shapeliness, the sheen of her pantyhose made them
look like the legs of a goddess. She noticed where his eyes had
come to rest, and posed them for him briefly, snickering at the
small reaction she noticed in his pants. "I'm glad you like my
legs, wimp." Then the show was over and she hauled him back to his
feet.
     Andrea was practically the only thing holding Sam up at this
point. Somehow his knees managed not to buckle as she slammed home
two more punches. Biff, wham. Her fists added some more bruises to
his already black-and-blue face, her two short punches almost
finishing the guard off. As he stood before her, wobbling,
threatening to fall over any moment asleep, Andrea giggled with a
diabolical thought. "You're finished now, loser," she teased, not
sure if he could hear her taunts through his addled mind but
continuing anyways. "Normally I'd polish you off with a nice
knockout punch, but since you appreciate my legs so much, I'm gonna
give you something to remember them by." She took a step backwards
from him as he wobbled unsteadily. "I prefer using my fists, but
here goes. Sweet dreams, wimp," she laughed, and launched her kick.
     The top of her leather pump slammed into the side of Sam's
face with a loud crack, her high kick blasting him off his feet,
sending him spinning around into the wall face first, then down to
the floor in a heap, completely knocked out. Andrea couldn't help
but grin. It was so easy, these men were such pathetic fighters.
She had dominated and destroyed them utterly. With a sense of
complete satisfaction, she walked over, got the file out of the
safe and left the room, the two victims of her amazonian power
sleeping peacefully.
     She had no more problems getting out of the Agency building
with the syndicate files. As she passed the security desk where Ken
sat, the other guard called to her. "Where's Ken?" he inquired.
     "He'll be gone a little while longer.. recovery time," she
laughed, as the guard looked puzzled. She left the building
unchallenged.