Cindy and Marks
By Dreadnaught
Cindy beats up Marks and two guards 


     I drove as fast as I could through the downtown traffic,
towards the Agency building. As I screeched the car to a halt on
the street outside, Cindy was already starting to jump out. She
grabbed her badge off the seat and took off for the entrance at
full speed. I could understand why she was in a hurry. If the files
she had put so much effort into collecting had indeed been stolen,
we'd be right back at square one. I jumped out of the car and ran
after her as fast as I could. As I started running, I caught a
glimpse of a gorgeous uniformed woman walking down the street with
a large file under her arm, and long sexy legs propelling her
along. I was tempted to let my gaze linger on her for a while, but
Cindy was already far ahead of me and receding towards the Agency
building. I wish I knew how she could run so fast in those heels.
I puffed off after her.
     By the time I got into the building, Cindy was already
interrogating the guard on duty. He looked completely perplexed.
"No, we have no idea what happened. There was a woman who just
left, she was asking about the file. Wow, what a babe!" His eyes
dawdled over Cindy's full breasts and her beautiful face, and I
read the same thoughts in his mind.
     Cindy was utterly frustrated. "Can you curb your hormones a
minute, please? Is the file still in the archives?"
     The guard snapped back to reality. "I'll buzz down," he
answered, and picked up a phone. He pressed a few buttons and
waited, his expression becoming more and more concerned. "There's
no answer.. what the..?" But Cindy had already torn off towards the
elevator, with me in tow.
     She yelled back at the guard as the elevator arrived. "Is the
director in his office?" "Yes," came the answer, as the doors to
the elevator shut and we started down to the vault.
     At the basement, the elevator doors opened and we ran through
an open security door, and another, to find a large vault with an
open safe and two very unconscious guards against a wall. They were
in rough shape, their faces covered with bruises and blood. They
had been worked over by someone who knew what they were doing. 
     "Shit!" Cindy cursed. She didn't even need to look in the open
safe to know the files were gone. "There's only one chance left. We
need to stop Marks!" She spun rapidly and ran out, back to the
elevator. I turned to follow, thinking of protesting that we had to
make sure the beaten guards were okay, but they'd probably be found
soon anyways. I ran after her.
     We rode the elevator back up, past the ground floor and up a
dozen more stories. "Be ready for anything," Cindy warned me on the
way up. "Marks probably knows we're coming for him. He also knows
we're now the last things standing in his way. Just remember, leave
the fighting to me." That made me feel a bit better. I'd seen Cindy
handle a fight with two guys with ease. 
     Which was just what was waiting for us when the doors opened..
two guys in suits with very large guns, pointed straight at us.
"Come out," one of them ordered, standing well back from Cindy, I
noticed. We exited the elevator, into a long, wide hall, decorated
in the typical modern plush office building decor. Yucch. 
     The two goons kept their guns pointed at Cindy. They seemed to
know she was a much greater threat to them than I was. "Director
Marks told us to expect visitors," the man continued. His eyes ran
up Cindy's pantyhosed legs, her very short skirt, the ample boobs
her t-shirt revealed. "He didn't mention how much of a babe she'd
be, though," he leered with a grin.
     I had come to know Cindy fairly well by this point. I knew all
she wanted now was an opportunity, but neither of the goons would
tear either their guns or their eyes off her willingly. I uttered
a short mental prayer that the opportunity I was about to give her
would be enough, and that my next life would be better than this
one.
     I moved my hand up slowly, deliberately, inside of my jacket..
     The men noticed immediately and almost instantly shifted their
attention and their guns to me. "Don't even try it!" the one next
to me barked.
     It was all Cindy was waiting for. She balled both her fists
together and swung at the guard next to her, thumping him hard in
the chest. "Unnnh!" he yelled as he dropped to the floor, his gun
flying from his grasp. Cindy then shifted rapidly to her right.
Leaning away from the other goon, she kicked her leg out powerfully
to the side. The leather of her black high heel made a weird sound
as it contacted the metal of his gun, knocking it flying over his
shoulder. "Get down!" she ordered me, bringing her leg down and
twirling on it, raising her other leg into a powerful kick. The
dull thud of her foot rocketing into the goon's face, his cry of
pain and the sound of his body bouncing of the wall to the floor
all burned themselves into my memory as I dropped to a prone
position and turned to watch the amazon at work.
     Watching Cindy fight was like poetry in motion. The first
guard had clambered back to his feet. Cindy quickly skipped over to
him, swung and punched him hard in the jaw. "Ufff!" Her punch spun
him around and knocked him back face down to the floor, stunned.
The other goon shook off the effects of her kick and stood, only to
find her foot slam into his kidneys. Her kick doubled him over in
agony. She then launched a knee lift into the guard's face,
knocking him back upright, and she followed it up with a high
roundhouse kick to his face. The top of Cindy's shoe plowed into
his jaw and he flew back into the wall and to the floor with a loud
cry of pain. I was slightly embarassed as I noted that watching her
exhibiting her amazon strength was having its usual effect on me;
I was hard as a rock and my hand had automatically gone down to
caress my erection. Cindy noticed as she flashed by me, back to
deal more damage to the first goon, and she took a moment to grin
at me. I blushed profusely. Thank God she knew about my amazon
fetish.
     Meanwhile, the first guard had gotten back up, and swung
instinctively at Cindy's head as she arrived before him. The punch
swooshed over her head as she ducked. "So I'm a babe, eh?" she
smiled, her fist slamming into the man's stomach, driving the wind
from his body. "I hope you remember that a babe is beating the shit
out of you," she giggled. She then stepped back, balanced expertly
on her left leg, the right leg rising up, her knee straightening
and driving her foot to his jaw in a quick, jabbing kick once, then
again. Thud, thud. The kicks rocked the goon's head and he fell
back to the side, into a leaning position against the wall. Cindy
rushed forward, grabbed the lapels of his jacket and brought her
foot up to his chest. She fell back and the man flew off her as she
straightened her leg, flipping over her to land flat on his back
with a thud. The pain he was experiencing was evident on his face
as Cindy quickly stood and rushed past him, to the other man who
was struggling to his feet.
     The second goon almost visibly recoiled as Cindy ran up to
him. Her mock sympathy caused me pain as well, as she commenced
humiliating him. "Awwww, big tough man afraid of a girl's legs?
Can't handle a couple of kicks? Awwww." The attitude of this amazon
began to piss him off as much as it began to arouse me, and he
closed in on her, throwing a short punch at her face, missing as
she danced back, then into reach again. She laughed as he threw
another and had the same result. The third punch she avoided
nimbly, and came back into range with her own fists ready, quickly
landing a short, sharp jab to his jaw. "Unnh!" Cindy's punishing
right jab whacked into his jaw a second time, then a hard left hook
sent him crashing down to the floor at her feet. "Big tough man
should be afraid of a girl's fists too," she smirked as the target
of her physical and mental assault writhed in pain on the ground,
struggling to stay awake.
     The other guard had regained some wind and flipped over,
getting to his hands and knees, when his vision was filled with
Cindy's attractive legs, the sheen of her beige pantyhose seeming
to make them shimmer. She grinned down at him. "You like my legs?
I like to have men respect them," she told him, then stepped around
him, bringing her feet over one another, and locking the man's
throat between her knees. From my vantage point I could see the
man's sudden look of panic, his frantic attempts to pry her legs
open, and the muscles in her calves and thighs coming to life as
she squeezed his breath out. "Respect has to be earned though. Tell
me you respect my legs," she teased him, but he couldn't answer.
His face turned blue as he grabbed at her legs, his hands failing
to free him from his sexy, nyloned prison. She tightened her
muscles and the goon's struggling began to subside even as mine
intensified, my arousal growing as I watched a grown man being
pulverized by Cindy's raw amazon power. Just as the man appeared to
be losing consciousness from the scissors hold she had on his neck,
she glanced over her shoulder to see the second goon stirring,
trying to get up. "Oops. Your friend wants to play some more. Don't
go anywhere," she instructed, releasing her legs from the deadly
hold on his throat. He collapsed to the ground, gasping feebly for
air as she went over to deal out more damage.
     Cindy arrived in front of the second guard as he hauled
himself to his feet, rubbing the bruised, throbbing jaw that had
been on the receiving end of her punches and kicks. She wasted no
time, closing in and punching him hard in the gut. "Whoooof!" he
grunted, staggering a couple of steps back. "Typical male," she
sneered, "No fight in you." The goon's anger rose up again, and he
put his remaining strength into an immense roundhouse punch. Cindy
lithely stepped aside and let it fly by her head, then raised her
leg up and to the side, shooting a powerful kick into the man's
damaged stomach. He bent deeply around her leg, so she reached
down, grabbed his jacket and straightened him back up. "And even
when there is fight in you, you don't know how to use your fists,"
she grinned, bringing her own fist back and landing a short but
very solid looking punch to his face, whack. The goon reeled back,
and Cindy closed in, jumped in the air, her legs scissoring in mid-
leap, her right foot plowing into the side of his face with
unbelievable force. "Arrrgh!" he wailed, his agony bursting forth
as he was sent rocketing into the wall then heavily to the floor,
where he stayed and desperately tried to cling to consciousness. I
vaguely remembered seeing that move in some martial arts movie and
I was impressed, my cock throbbing to prove it. Cindy noticed my
added arousal and turned to me, making a small mock bow with a wide
grin. She then returned to her task.
     The first man had somehow managed to struggle to his knees,
and leaned with his hands on the wall, head bowed, moaning and
wheezing as he tried to get the air back that Cindy had denied him
with her amazing thighs. As she stood over him, she turned to me
and winked. "C'mon asshole," she chided the goon, "my friend here
loves watching me pound men to mincemeat. We don't want to
disappoint him, do we?" I blushed slightly as the mischief in her
voice made me throb even harder. I knew she could take out these
two guys and a dozen more, and it excited me to watch her do it. I
continued to stroke my erection.
     The reaction Cindy got from the target of her humilation was
a look of blind panic as he brought his head up to meet her gaze.
The lurid bruises over most of his face seemed to be darkening even
as he blurted out, "No.. no more, please.. You win. I give up.."
Cindy laughed at his total humilation and lifted the man to his
feet. "That's not an option, wimp. I'm going to kick that fat head
off yours right off your shoulders. But I want you to be awake to
see it." She slapped him hard in the mouth once, then again. Her
light blows had the desired effect, the goon took a couple of steps
back, blinked a few times, then his anger and humilation welled up,
he started to get a second wind going..
     It was as far as he got. He was awake, very aware of what was
going on as Cindy launched her right leg into a high kick. Her foot
rocketed into the side of his face, knocked his whole body around
and sent it flying back and down to the ground. The goon had had
enough now, and her devastating kick sent him off into slumberland.
She turned to me, smiling as she made an exaggerated gesture of
reaching down and straightening up her pantyhose. "I think he
respects my legs now," she purred, then giggled at my efforts to
try to keep myself from creaming my pants on the spot..
     Meanwhile, the remaining goon had wobbled his way back up,
shaking his head vigorously, trying to shed the damaging effects of
her amazonian attentions. Cindy quickly bounced over in front of
him. "Your turn now, loser," she warned him, the pointed toe of her
high heel shoe driving into his stomach. "Ooooof!" was the
satisfactory reply to her kick. "Have a nice sleep," Cindy told him
sweetly, her fist drawing back, ready to land the knockout punch
that would finish him off..
     The gun going off in the enclosed space of the hall was like
a thunderclap. I jumped about a foot off the floor and spun my head
around to meet the new threat. A tall man in an expensive suit, his
dark hair neatly slicked back into a ponytail, stood at the end of
the hall with two more goons. The smoking gun in his hand was
levelled straight at Cindy, as were those of his bodyguards. The
shot he had fired had just been a warning shot, evidently.
     Cindy snarled as she turned and saw him. "Marks."
     The man with the ponytail acknowledged her. "Hello, Cindy.
What a pleasure to see you. Would you mind stopping your beating up
of my bodyguards, please?"
     Cindy turned back to the goon she was just about to finish
off. She shoved him back and he collapsed to the floor, beaten but
still conscious. He'd be out of action for a while, anyways. 
     She brought her attention back to the slimy director. "Marks,
why did you do all this? Why did you hire me to investigate this
when you knew I'd just close it down on you?" Her voice dripped
with contempt.
     Marks laughed. "But you haven't closed me down. Full marks for
trying, though. Would you and your friend care to come into my
office, and I'll explain a few things?" That didn't strike me as an
invitation we could turn down, so I stood and followed Cindy,
leaving the two goons she had beaten up to try to recuperate.
     We went down a meandering hall, into a huge office, with two
sofas against the near walls, a small personal elevator with doors
in the far wall, a large picture window, and a large marble desk,
which Marks walked up to and rested against, his gun never leaving
Cindy. His two bodyguards flanked us as we stood in the center of
the room, their guns equally as vigilant in making sure we'd be
full of holes if we tried anything. 
     Marks continued. "You see Cindy, I knew about you a while ago,
when I took over as director of the Agency. Some mysterious leggy
dancer who did part-time work for us." He let his gaze wander up
and down Cindy's legs in appreciation. "But she got results. When
the drug syndicate was shut down, something I believe your friend
had a small part in.." he gestured to me, ".. a few people moved in
to pick up the pieces, including me. Of course the Agency had to
investigate, and I knew you'd be perfect for the job. I let you
find and apprehend some of the smaller members of the syndicate and
laid as many false trails as I could. But you kept getting results.
You brought in five of the syndicate members, you had all their
files downstairs in the archives, and none of the false trails were
stopping you. I knew you were closing in on me. First off, I had to
get the files out of the vaults, a job I gave to Andrea.."
     Cindy sneered. "Andrea?" She turned to me and explained.
"Andrea worked here for a bit, she wasn't really much good at
anything.."
     "Oh, but she is very good now, Cindy," Marks interrupted. "I
just got off the phone with her. She knocked out two guards and
stole the files. Almost up to your amazonian standards, I'd say,"
he informed Cindy arrogantly. "She'll take them and destroy them.
Which will only leave the files you two have in your possession."
     Cindy seemed somewhat amused by all this. "So you went to all
this trouble to cover your ass.. spreading dead end trails, letting
me pound on a few geeks, sending Andrea in when none of your men
could get the job done.. and your balls are still on the line," she
snickered. I didn't find it quite so funny, and neither did Marks.
     Hatred filled his expression as he scowled at Cindy. "You
know, I hate having to go to so much trouble just because of a girl
and a nosy P.I. I'm going to enjoy killing you, Cindy. You and your
amazon-worshipping friend here are just going to vanish. Nobody
will notice either one of you have gone. Then we just go and
destroy the files you've collected, and no one will be able to
figure out what went on with the syndicate at all." His gloating
was starting to get on my nerves.
     Cindy's too. "You make it sound so simple, Marks. But you're
so stupid, you'll find a way to fuck it up somehow."
     Marks bristled. "Enough! I'm not taking any chances with you.
I know you'll try something if we give you half a chance, so you
die first." He and his bodyguards took careful aim at Cindy and
began to squeeze the triggers of their guns, and Marks grinned a
twisted, sadistic smile..
     When the door opened to admit the guard we saw downstairs.
"Director, we've got two guards out cold downstairs, two more in
the hall outside.. what the hell..?!" The guard saw three men,
including the director, with their guns pointed at the attractive
woman who'd rushed into the Agency building a few moments ago. His
reaction was cut short by the reaction of one of Marks' jumpy
bodyguards, who quickly shifted his attention from Cindy to the new
threat and fired. The bullet tore into the guard's shoulder and
sent him to the floor.
     Before he could bring his gun back around, Cindy had leaned
away from him and brought a beautiful leg up in a side kick. The
bottom of her foot thudded into his chest, sending him staggering
back, tripping and slamming into the wall as his gun went flying.
I took that as my cue and leapt at the other guard, grabbing at his
gun with both my hands. I wrestled his hand away so his gun was
pointed at the far wall, posing no threat to Cindy or me. He
quickly brought his other hand into the struggle, and we jostled
for the gun, him trying to bring it around to take me down and me
just trying to get it away from him.
     Marks too had been distracted by the shooting of the guard,
and Cindy seized the chance with her usual speed. He barely had
enough time to show his shock before Cindy punched him in the jaw.
Paf! Her hard right fist sent him spinning around and back, into
his desk and into a header over it into an undignified pile on the
other side. The gun he had pointed at her went sailing off in the
opposite direction. Marks quickly recovered from the blow and sat
up, nursing his aching jaw.
     My test of strength with the second guard wasn't going too
well. He had wrestled the gun up into the air and was pushing me
back, and he felt he had enough control of the situation to take
one hand away from the struggle, cock it, and punch me in the face.
I grunted with the pain and went down near the two adjoining sofas,
the thought running through my mind of how this was it, he had the
gun now and nothing to stop him from putting a bullet in my brain.
I looked up to see Cindy calmly clamp her left hand on his
shoulder, spin the goon around and drive a fracturing punch to his
face with her right. He fell back onto the sofa with a cry of pain,
stunned. She looked disapprovingly at me. "I thought I told you to
leave the fighting to me," she admonished. She kicked the gun I had
been fighting for under the sofa, then shot me a wink. "I'll fight,
you watch," she teased, and it had its effect. I could feel myself
getting hard already. I settled back to watch the amazon at work as
she sprinted back to the fight.
     Marks had quickly gotten up and decided to get out of Dodge,
so he ran towards the elevator doors near his desk, hoping to get
out and away from the now very active amazon. Cindy's hands firmly
grasped his shoulders and spun him around, stopping his run to
safety cold. "Oh no you don't, Marks," she snarled, and slammed a
punishing punch into his gut. "Ooooff," he wailed, doubling over,
his ponytail flying on top of his head and back. Cindy moved around
behind him, brought her leg up bent at the knee, placed her sexy
black shoe against Marks' ass, then straightened her leg
forcefully, shoving him back into the fight with all the power her
leg possessed. Marks sprawled to the floor in front of his desk.
"You're not getting out of here until I'm done with you," she
assured him.
     His bodyguards were recovering from her blows, and soon
regained their feet. Cindy had moved to stand between them. The one
who had hit me came at her menacingly, but she quickly eliminated
his menace with a graceful high kick to the side of his face. Her
foot shot his head around, his body flying around to crash to the
sofa again. She brought the leg she had kicked him with down,
balanced on that and kicked her other leg out behind her, straight
into the gut of the first guard. The man's body almost lifted off
the ground as he jackknifed around her foot. She spun around,
doubled her fists together and brought them down like a lead weight
into the goon's back. He collapsed to his knees with a shout of
agony. I started stroking the full erection in my pants, knowing
she wouldn't stop dealing out punishment until all these sleazebags
had had enough..
     Marks had gotten back to his feet, and his head shot back and
forth as he frantically searched his office for something, anything
he could use as a weapon.. All he found was Cindy, standing
vengefully before him. "There's nothing to save you now, Marks,"
she promised. Balancing on one of her long, shapely legs, she
brought the other forward, kicking the director hard in the ribs,
then bent her leg at the knee and raised it even higher, lashing
her foot out to his face. The shiny leather of her shoe brought a
trickle of blood from his lips, and the double kick staggered him.
"You'll be begging for mercy before I'm done." She was already
spinning on one foot as she made her vow, her other foot flying
high in a graceful arc, the bottom of her shoe smashing Marks'
slimy face. "Uufff!" he grunted, Cindy's spinning kick sending him
crashing over his desk. I could hear moans of pain on the other
side of his desk as she came back to his bodyguards.
     They had wearily gotten back up. I really didn't know why they
bothered. The one who had hit me was dispatched by a rapidfire one-
two kick sequence from Cindy, her first kick from his side into his
stomach, then her second kick with her other foot one of the high
kicks that she knew aroused me so much, straight to the man's face
as he doubled over from her first kick. Thud, whack, and up he flew
to fall back to the sofa yet again, his head swimming with the pain
and my cock throbbing with her power, much to her amusement. The
other guard was met with a sharp chop from the side of her hand on
his neck as he got up from his knees, two quick right jabs, and a
devastating left cross. The power of Cindy's punches staggered the
man and then laid him out on the floor again, both bodyguards badly
shaken and near unconsciousness. Marks still hadn't gotten up from
the powerful kick she had landed on him, so she stayed and
concentrated on knocking out his goons.
     They weren't really giving her that much of a fight, though,
so she decided to have some fun by winding me up a bit. "I'm glad
my friend here loves watching my legs take guys apart," Cindy told
the guard on the sofa, who still hadn't recovered from the double
kicks he had received. She balanced expertly again on her right
leg, bringing her left up so her foot pressed down on the guy's
chest, pinning him down into the sofa. He barely had the energy to
struggle against her leggy pin. My cock felt like it was on fire as
she showed her power. She continued to taunt him with a mischievous
smile and the odd glance over at me playing with myself. "I really
like having someone to appreciate the power of my legs," she said,
pressing down on him, a pained expression crossing his face as her
high heel dug into him. "Let's see if we can make him cum," she
giggled, drawing her foot back from his chest, slapping it hard
into his face. Three times Cindy bent her knee, brought her foot
back and snapped it into his face. Three times his head rocked to
the side and his eyes swam as he grunted with the impact. She drew
her foot back for a fourth kick and landed it with a thwack. He
took the kick, then his eyes seemed to roll back up into his head
and he collapsed to the side, her kick seeming to knock him out in
slow motion. That did it for me, Cindy's amazon power overwhelmed
me in a very different way. Her laughter echoed around as she
brought her leg back down. "Clean yourself up, that's only one
down. I still have two more left!"
     Marks was starting to stir behind his desk. He had clambered
up and was leaning on his desk, trying to will up the strength to
continue the fight. Cindy still had his other bodyguard to deal
with before she went back to him, though. She hauled him to his
feet, as he was still reeling from the last combination of punches
she had landed on him. I think she had also wanted to finish this
goon off with an awe-inspiring flurry of blows, but he pretty much
seemed to be out on his feet. She settled for sneering in his face.
"You're not worth the effort," she said, bringing her fist back.
The punch cracked into his jaw and knocked him back to the wall,
and he slid down it into a pile, out cold. "I need a man who can
give me a challenge in a fight," she continued. "You're not it."
     Marks had gotten back a full head of steam. "You want a
challenge, Cindy?" he snarled, coming around his desk. "I'll give
you a fight you won't soon forget," he vowed, assuming a martial
arts stance. Cindy almost burst out laughing. "You're right, Marks.
I'm not ever going to forget how good it'll feel to knock you
flat." She too assumed a fighting stance and the two combatants
briefly circled around each other. She seemed to burn with amazon
power as she sized up her opponent, her long dancer's legs taking
slow, cautious steps around her quarry, her slim, curvaceous body
ready to pounce on any weakness Marks would show. This ought to be
good.
     Marks attacked, his fist surging forward to find Cindy's head,
but finding nothing as she darted back. A harder punch glanced off
Cindy's forearm harmlessly. Another punch swished through the air
before her. Marks began to get frustrated. "Stand and fight!" he
ordered uselessly, another punch missing her, then he tried a kick
that she blocked easily. The failed kick put Marks' balance
momentarily off, a disadvantage Cindy happily exploited. "Fight
like a man, you mean?" she giggled, closing in and landing a hard
jab to his jaw. Her punch rocked his head back. "I'm a better
fighter than any man, Marks," she informed him. Whack! Her other
fist came up and drove into the side of his face. He reeled back
until his desk stopped him. I could see the utter rage and
frustration in his face now as he shook his head clear.
     "We'll see about that," he snapped, resuming his attack. A
punch missed Cindy, another was blocked, a third missed Cindy's
head as she stepped away from it. Marks gritted his teeth and
continued his ineffectual assault, finally bringing up a potent
looking kick aimed at her head, but it landed instead on the
blocking forearm she had brought up. "You call that a kick, Marks?"
she chuckled gleefully. "This is a kick." Her right leg came up and
around, soaring high to connect to his face. "Unnnngh!" Marks
grunted. That was definitely a kick from an expert, and it sent
Marks' body sprawling over his desk to land beside it on the floor.
He sat up rather slowly, shaking off the effects of the kick as
Cindy taunted him. "You honestly think you can handle my legs? I've
been destroying men with them for years." The look of rage returned
to Marks' face amidst the bruises, and he slowly climbed back to
his combat stance and approached her warily.
     His attacks were once again useless wastes of his energy, and
it looked like he was losing most of it. His punches slowed, and
Cindy blocked them and dodged them with obvious ease. "C'mon Marks,
you promised me a fight I'd remember," she taunted him. She ducked
down under his fist again. He tried another punch, and she blocked
it effortlessly. Her other hand came down in a chop to the base of
his neck. "That's the problem with all the men I've fought," she
continued as he staggered back from the blow, "No stamina." Her leg
flashed out, and Marks doubled over around her foot as it plowed
into his gut. "You're just as pathetic as all the others, Marks,"
she concluded, demonstrating her dance background as she spun
gracefully on one foot and lifted the other to smack into his face.
Cindy's spinning kick poleaxed the director and he crashed back
down to lie next to his desk. A moment past before he groggily got
to his hands and knees, her amazon power beginning to have its
usual effect.
     "Ready for more, wimp?" Cindy smirked as she towered over his
weakening body. She reached down, grabbed his jacket and pulled him
to his feet to continue the fight whether Marks wanted it or not.
I'll give him credit, he still had some strength stored up even
with the pounding Cindy was giving him. He managed to direct some
of it into a shove, evidently deciding quite correctly that he had
no chance to win this lopsided brawl with the amazon. His push
wasn't overly hard, but he managed to knock Cindy back a few steps,
then turned and ran once more for the elevator. He managed to reach
it this time, pushing the button frantically, hoping to get away
from Cindy's overwhelming power, but it wasn't going to happen.
Even as he was pressing the button to summon the elevator, her
voice tormented him, close behind him. "Don't leave. I'm not done
with you." Marks spun around to confront the source of the voice
and instead confronted Cindy's fist, her short, hard punch to his
face knocking him back into the wall. She proceeded to grab his arm
and flip him over. He shot head over heels and crashed down near
his desk. He groaned with the strain as he raised himself up off
the floor, back to his feet and once again into the fight. She let
him take another useless swing at her head, his fist missing badly
as she easily dodged it. "Your fighting ability is a joke, Marks,"
Cindy teased, kicking him swiftly in the ribs. The punishing kick
staggered him, and she came up and punched him in the face. Marks
grunted and fell back, up and over his desk to land on the other
side. Cindy turned back to me and winked, making my erection burn
again. I knew she was playing with the director. She could have
knocked him senseless long ago, but she was enjoying this,
humiliating him completely before she finished the pathetic man
off. She went back to work.
     Marks had managed to stagger to his knees, and his eyes fixed
on a lamp on his desk. He seized it in his hand, and he shakily got
to his feet, turning to use his new weapon on Cindy with murderous
intent. She was amused. "You need a weapon to handle me, Marks?"
she inquired, her foot shooting up and smashing into his hand. The
lamp flew up and back, landing on the floor near the picture window
behind the desk. Marks didn't have time to respond to her
challenges before another of her brutal short punches had slammed
into his jaw. He staggered back, and she closed in mercilessly.
"There's something about beating up a guy like you that I really
enjoy," she enthused, and whack, her fist again found his face. The
blows kept him backing away, and she stayed on top of him. "I think
it's your arrogance, thinking you can take on anything." "Unnh!" he
replied, another solid punch shooting his head back. "And now
you're finding your fists aren't enough to handle one girl," Cindy
continued, punctuating her remarks with another loud crack as her
fist kept punishing his already well battered face. Her last punch
knocked him back into the picture window, so she grabbed his jacket
and spun him around so his back was to the desk instead of the
window. "And I'll bet even now you can't believe it, that you're
being beaten by a babe," she whispered seductively in his face,
before landing another punch into it. He again staggered back, his
desk stopping him from falling over. The succession of damaging
punches from the amazon had left him barely able to stand, and he
looked ready to collapse any moment as Cindy closed in to inflict
more pain. "I'll make you believe it, Marks. You'll remember my
fists and my legs as long as you live," she vowed. To drive home
her point, she jumped up, and her shapely left leg kicked high and
around, her foot crashing into the side of his face. Her
devastating kick sent Marks 180 degrees around, flying onto and
over his desk again, into a beaten pile on the other side.
     He was in serious trouble now. Barely conscious, he seemed
scarcely able to raise his head. Cindy giggled delightedly at the
man she was fighting as she sat on his desk and swung her gorgeous
legs over it, posing them provocatively in front of him. "What's
the matter, Marks? You finally realizing these legs are too much
for you?" As the director desperately tried to raise himself up on
his arms, her leg shot forward, her black pump snapping into his
mouth. Cindy's kick knocked him back to the floor and rolled him
over on his side. Then, much to my delight, she leaned back on the
desk and continued posing her long legs while humiliating him
verbally. "You wouldn't be the first man to submit to my legs. I
remember the first time I fought a man. I knew dancing gave me
strong legs, but I didn't know how strong until my first kick hit
his face. A few more and he was out like a light." Cindy's shapely,
man-destroying weapons were now the center of attention of both
Marks and I. "He was a tough, arrogant bastard, just like you. He
figured a girl wouldn't give him a fight. When he finally came to,
he just couldn't believe my legs had destroyed him. I had to prove
it to him again." A delicious grin crossed her face.
     Marks was convinced. "Unnh.. you win, Cindy." He was still
struggling, trying to raise himself up with his arms, and not
having much success. "You're too strong for me.. I surrender," he
stammered, his efforts at getting up still proving futile.
     Cindy smiled slyly. "Smart man," she said, as she strode over
and lifted him to his feet. "But I'm still going to knock you cold,
just because you're such a fucking sleazebag." She punched him hard
in the stomach, and he staggered back, clutching his midsection in
agony. She raised her left leg high, connecting two quick snap
kicks to his jaw, then lowered her leg rapidly, spun on her toes,
bringing her right leg up as she came around. Her wheel kick hit
the side of his face with a loud crack, her foot blasting the
remaining consciousness from his broken body. Marks spun around and
collapsed to the floor next to me, and as Cindy promised, he was
out cold. I was in ecstacy at the show she had given me, and it
showed, rather to my embarassment.
     Cindy noticed. "I'm glad you enjoyed watching," she teased me.
She knew damn well I couldn't take my eyes off her when she fought.
I think maybe in retrospect she was sorry she was going to be
losing me as an audience now that the case was over and all the
syndicate scum had been put away. Well, whatever she was feeling,
I never really got to find out. Marks and his men got put away for
a good long time. I doubt any of them ever forgot the amazon dancer
who caught them, or the fights they had all lost with her. Me, I
went back to the ordinary, boring existence I had to endure from
day to day. I always wanted to go back to the club where I'd first
seen Cindy dance, but I knew she wouldn't be there. She's
apparently had a lot of business with the Agency since this case
was closed.