Tara's big bounce
By Dreadnaught
How Roxanne met Tara

     The Den was a very posh casino, or at least the sort of place
that would have liked to have given the impression it was posh. I
had heard of it before. It enforced a rather strict dress code, had
plenty of opportunities for anyone to lose their money gambling,
and was rapidly gaining a reputation amongst the wealthy and
aspiring-to-be wealthy of the city. On the other hand, it already
had a reputation as being a good place to get very expensive drugs,
as if gambling itself wasn't a bad enough habit. But I had heard
other things about the Den as well, and had to check it out for
myself.
     As a guest of the owner, one Mr. Nelson, I found the Den
practically rolling out the red carpet for me. I entered the large,
smoke-filled chamber and looked around. The entrance was raised
compared to the rest of the casino, so that you had a clear view of
the entire place before you went down a short flight of stairs to
the main level. An enormous bar took up an entire wall, and the
floor was filled with various types of gambling tables, dice,
cards, roulette, you name it. The place seemed rather deserted
considering its reputation, but impressive nonetheless. However,
far more interesting than the place itself was the blonde by the
entrance. She stood attentively by the door, and my eyes ran up and
down her attractive body. She was very tall, taller than I am. Her
long blonde hair was tied back in a tight French braid. She had on
a black velvet jacket with tails, over a dress shirt with a snappy
bow tie, which seemed to be covering a one-piece silky black
bathing suit which covered her lower torso. Under the French cut of
the bottom part of her suit were a long, shapely pair of legs clad
in the sheerest black pantyhose, finishing in a shiny pair of black
high-heeled pumps. The overall effect was incredible sexiness
coupled with an overwhelming sense of power as she surveyed the
room with a certain obvious disdain for those around her.
     I turned to Nelson. "Who is she?" I asked, indicating the
gorgeous woman. "From her dress I'd say she was a magician's
assistant."
     He caught my hint of sarcasm and smiled. "That's Tara. She's
our bouncer," he replied.
     "Oh?" I said hesitantly. "Isn't this place a bit big for one
woman to manage?"
     "Ordinarily we have more people working, but it was a bit
quiet tonight, so I think she can handle it. I have complete
confidence in her abilities," Nelson said. "Shall we go over for
drinks?"
     I followed him down towards the bar, leaving Tara to her
duties. As we walked across the floor I noted the men in dapper
tuxedos, the women in their elegant gowns and dresses. Here and
there I even recognized a couple. At a roulette table in a white
tuxedo was Nick Barnes, a quarterback for the local football team.
Undoubtedly the way his team was playing, he'd be trying to win
what money he could for when the franchise folded. He concentrated
on the spinning roulette wheel intensely, downing drinks at a
furious pace.
     By the bar was Richard Tucker. Uh-oh, this could be trouble.
Tucker was a so-called sports journalist for the city newspaper. I
say so-called journalist because his field of expertise seemed not
to be so much reporting facts of games played, but instead giving
loud, vociferous opinions of what he thought of the local teams,
their coaches and players, and their ancestry. He stood drinking,
talking and joking with a couple of his friends. I anticipated the
confrontation but said nothing to Nelson.
     Nelson proceeded to spend the better part of the next two
hours trying to impress me with stories of his business acumen, his
attempts at witticism, wonderful tales of the family-oriented
business called the Den, and various other uninteresting topics of
conversation. Needless to say, he failed to impress me. But my
attention did snap back when Tucker, obviously more than slightly
inebriated, turned and walked towards a dice table.
     Unfortunately, to get there, he had to pass Barnes, who had
steadily been draining his own succession of drinks with his
friends. And Barnes wasn't about to let Tucker pass without
throwing a piece of his mind his way. Drunken idiots.
     Sure enough, Barnes grabbed Tucker's arm as he tried to pass
and stood, facing his detractor nose-to-nose. Some words were
exchanged, along with threatening glances. Both men's friends moved
in to back up their respective man. The crowds around them noticed
the obvious tension and began to slowly ease away from the
showdown. Tara noticed as well, and she quickly stood and began
making her way down towards the main floor.
     But it was too late to prevent the fight. Even as Tucker
muttered some insult into Barnes' face, the quarterback hauled off
and slugged Tucker in the face. The crowd, including most of the
casino employees, formed a wide circle and gave the two groups of
men room as the punches started flying.
     Tara broke into a run as the fight started. Nelson looked
properly horrified next to me. I had to fight off my urge to get
involved in the fracas. I wanted to see what would happen next. 
     Tucker had quickly gotten back on top of Barnes and the two
men were busy grappling with each other as Tara closed in. Tucker
slammed a punch into Barnes' nose, sending the quarterback to the
floor. "Break it up!" Tara yelled, grabbing Tucker's arm and
spinning him to face her. None of the other men fighting around her
paid her the slightest attention, and it quickly became obvious
Tucker wouldn't either, as he instinctively threw a punch at the
head of the new target who'd grabbed him. And just as
instinctively, Tara brought her arm up and blocked the punch.
Tucker stood frozen for a second as he realized the person he'd
just swung at was the gorgeous blonde from the entrance. Tara just
smiled at him. "Oooo, that wasn't a good idea," she told him, then
delivered her own punch, a hard right to his jaw. Tucker staggered
back and fell near the bar, still looking shocked. Probably the
shock of being hit by a woman harder than he'd been hit by a
football player would keep him down for a while.
     Undeterred, Tara turned her attention to two more men
grappling near a dice table. "Stop it! Break it up!" she again
ordered them, grabbing one man's arm just as he was preparing to
punch the other man. He shoved her off as hard as he could and
returned to his combat. As Tara stumbled back, I saw the expression
on her face change perceptibly. "Okay," she yelled, "If that's the
way you guys want it, we'll play your way!" She took the man who
had shoved her and spun him around, away from his sparring partner.
"Oooo-uff!" The man grunted as she drove the air from his body with
a solid punch to his stomach. "Since none of you want to stop
fighting, I'll just finish this fight for you!" she announced, then
slammed her left fist into the man's chin, sending him stumbling
back, falling into the valley of the dice table, where he lay
stunned. Turning her attention back to the other startled man, Tara
caught him totally offguard by kicking a sexy leg up, the pointed
toe of her shoe burying itself in his gut. His feet practically
left the floor from the powerful blow as he bent in two. Grabbing
his hand, she yanked hard, almost throwing him off the ground as
she pulled the man past her and shoved him from behind. He collided
into yet another fighter, sending them both crashing into a
roulette table and down to the floor. The man who was fighting the
target of Tara's projectile turned rapidly to face this new menace,
only to find he'd spun into a devastating kick to the face. He
cried in pain as Tara's kick sent him spinning around to smash down
on the roulette table, sending betting chips and drinks flying.
"Nothing like a good fight to get the blood going, right guys?" the
tall blonde amazon laughed.
     Nelson was aghast at what he was watching. His bouncer was
proceeding not to break the fight up, but to participate in it! The
crowd seemed just as shocked as they watched the curvaceous bouncer
put herself in the middle of the brawl. Myself, I was quite
enjoying the sight. Tara was magnificent.
     Barnes and Tucker had recovered and were rolling on the ground
near the bar, driving ineffectual punches into each other,
grappling madly. Tara strode up and lifted Barnes off the ground
and Tucker easily. My God, she was strong. As she manhandled him,
she told him, "You guys really should have listened to me." Then
wham, a solid right to his jaw sent him tumbling to the bar,
thudding into it and sending drinks flying. As Barnes collapsed
from Tara's punch, Tucker's eyes bugged out in amazement. "Wh..
what the.." he stammered. Tara reached down and yanked him to his
feet as well. "What's the matter, tough guy? Can't handle being
beat up by a girl?" While Tucker stammered a response, she raised
her fist and drove a hard jab into the middle of his face. "Unngh!"
he yelled, blood starting to dribble from his nose. Tara then
shifted her grip on the stunned man, turned and flipped him neatly
to the ground over her hip. He sprawled flat on his back, breathing
heavily and obviously wondering what the hell was going on.
     Tara wasted no time in plunging back into the midst of the
fight. One man rushed bravely at her, throwing a roundhouse swing
which she ducked easily. "That's your best??" she teased, throwing
a punch into his stomach. Then she stood back up and met his face
with the back of her right fist. Whack, the blow sent him sprawling
to the floor. "Where I come from the spaghetti puts up a stiffer
fight than you," she said with a laugh.
     Meanwhile, another man had grabbed a bottle and run up to the
man Tara had sent onto the dice table. He proceeded to smash the
bottle over the head of his unfortunate victim, who passed out on
the table. He spun to take on more opponents with the remnants of
the bottle in his hand, only to find Tara standing in front of him.
She kicked him hard in the side of his ribs, and he grunted with
the pain, dropping the bottle. It smashed to pieces on the floor,
sending glass fragments flying. Tara took a second to look down at
her legs disapprovingly as the man struggled against the pain
inflicted by her kick. "These are a very expensive pair of
pantyhose, little man," she told him scornfully. "If you put a run
in them I will not be happy." He just stared at her in total
disbelief, as if he was unable to accept that the same woman who'd
just told him to mind her nylons was the same one beating him up.
She drove the point home beyond a shadow of a doubt by stepping up
to him, bringing her fists up and landing a right-left combination
to his face that sent him flying back to sprawl overtop of the bar.
"And try not to bleed on my uniform," she said as her first punch
hammered home, "Dry cleaning gets so expensive." The second punch
landed and the man toppled back. Tara took a moment to check the
man on the dice table. He was out for the night, the bottle on the
head had seen to that. Tara seemed disappointed. Most likely she
was upset she hadn't knocked him out herself.
     Nelson looked as though he was about to faint. The man Tara
had just given the one-two punch to had crashed into the bar not
too far away from where we were standing. He was obviously
suffering a great deal of pain from the amazon's attentions. 
Personally I was enjoying the spectacle of the sexy blonde
pummeling these tuxedoed goons, as were some other members of the
crowd, but Nelson didn't seem to share our tastes. He didn't hire
her to participate in a barroom brawl, I'd imagine. He scurried
off, undoubtedly to phone the police.
     The other members of the brawl were quickly getting it through
their thick skulls that Tara wouldn't let them fight in peace. "Get
the babe!" one of their more astute members cried. Tara turned from
the unconscious man on the dice table to find two men rushing at
her. Smiling, she swiftly spun on the toes of one foot and launched
the other into the air. The sole of her shiny high-heeled shoe
smashed into the man's face. "Uuuunggh!" he screamed, the spinning
kick sending him plunging back to the floor, barely missing the
second man who was still on his way to meet Tara. He came at her
groggily, obviously having just about had his fill between the
drink and the beatings. As he closed in, Tara lithely stepped
aside, and the man wound up leaning over the dice table. She then
happily kicked the man in the stomach, and the wind exploded from
him as he bent even further in two around her dainty, shapely foot.
"I have more trouble getting into my uniform than I'll have
knocking you out, little man," she giggled. Another kick landed
hard in his midsection, and he gagged loudly as his feet left the
floor. She then stepped up, cupping his chin in her left hand and
turning his face up towards her, then brought her right down in a
savage punch to his eye. He cried in agony and flopped to the
floor, out cold. Tara towered over his unconscious body, delighting
in seeing the effects of her amazon power on the beaten male. The
more I watched her the more impressed I became. She was attractive,
strong, athletic, a gifted fighter. I was captivated by her.
     She had most of the crowd captivated as well, but
unfortunately the brawl was spreading, as some of the men fighting
were knocked into the crowd, others inevitably wound up getting
involved. I watched one man get punched back into a spectator's
arms, then spin around and slug the spectator. So it seemed the
fight was slowly growing, getting more and more out of control,
little by little. As the men fought around her, Tara looked like
she could take them all on by herself.
     She turned to face Barnes and Tucker, who were slowly getting
back to their feet. The look in the two men's eyes showed they
didn't care one bit what she did, they were more interested in
hurting each other. Tara began walking towards them as they locked
together in a grapple once more, ignoring the brawl going on around
her.
      Well, almost ignoring. The truth was she was as much a target
now as any of the others in the fight. The only real difference was
she was much more capable of fending off any attacks. As one man
approached her from her side she spun quickly and blocked his
drunken punch, replying with a crisp punch of her own to his face.
The tuxedoed goon yelped in pain and wobbled shakily back a few
steps before falling to the ground. Another man approaching her was
stopped as Tara pivoted on one foot and kicked out strongly to her
side with her other foot, the sole of her shoe thudding hard into
his chest. He tumbled back as if he'd run into a wall, finally
landing with a crash on a card table. While her smile showed the
delight she was experiencing in smashing these men around, they
evidently weren't her main targets. She returned to stalking Barnes
and Tucker.
     The two men were at the bar, grappling desperately with each
other for control of a bottle. The two men were simultaneously
grabbing at it with one hand each while trying to block the other
man, and both were also trying to free their other hands to strike
at each other. In other words, it was a test of strength and
neither seemed to be winning. And once Tara arrived, neither one
would win.
     "Don't you two wimps know when you're outclassed?" she
smirked, coming up behind Barnes. Raising a shapely nylon-clad leg,
she proceeded to kick Barnes right in the small of his back. Barnes
cried and grimaced in agony, and Tucker practically shoved him off
as Barnes' efforts ceased. As before, Tucker's eyes virtually
bugged out of his skull as he watched the tall, powerful blonde
interfere in his fight. Tara pulled Barnes away from Tucker
completely and threw a powerful right to his chin. Her punch sent
the quarterback sprawling along the length of the bar, sending
drinks flying and glasses shattering as people dodged out of the
way. Barnes came to rest lying on the bar, not quite unconscious
yet, but getting there. He groaned in agony.
     Tucker's eyes remained bugged out as Tara turned back to deal
with him, smiling seductively. "Wh.. Who the hell are you??" he
demanded as she closed in slowly, stalking him.
     "I'm the bouncer," she replied. "I'm the girl who's gonna
knock you out. You gonna try and stop me, little man?" With his
face displaying a remarkable cross between shock and fear, Tucker
turned and grabbed the bottle he'd been wrestling Barnes for from
the bar. Better to have a weapon to deal with this woman, he
probably thought. He turned back to face Tara.
     Unfortunately, he didn't get the chance to use his weapon.
Tara kicked it out of his hand before he'd even gotten the chance
to wield it properly. Still obviously shaken by the power she was
demonstrating, Tucker backed away. "C'mere, wimp.. you wanted to
fight, now give me one," Tara smirked as she closed back in on him.
Tucker swung furiously at her head, hitting nothing as she expertly
dodged out of his reach. Then she brought her leg up, kicking him
hard in the kidney area. "Uuu-UUNH!" Tucker cried, wrapping his
arms around his battered middle. Without bringing her foot down to
touch the floor, Tara kicked up again, her sexy shoe meeting his
chin this time. The kick spun Tucker around and sent him bouncing
off the bar before he collapsed to the floor at her feet. "Boy,
it's a good thing you guys are drunk, or else I might have to work
up a sweat knocking you out," Tara teased gleefully. Tucker just
lay where he'd fallen and moaned. She was beating these men easily,
all right. A great many of them looked like they were running out
of steam. The ones who didn't hadn't faced her yet.
     The brawl carried on around her. Even as she beat one man
down, another would approach. Immediately after landing that
incredible kick to Tucker's face, a man grabbed her from behind,
wrapping his arms around her and pinning one of her arms to her
side. She reacted quickly by shooting the elbow of her free arm
back into the side of the man's face. He yelled in pain and
released her. Tara spun around and lifted her knee into his
stomach, knocking the wind violently out of him. Then she saw it.
"Dammit, you did give me a run in my pantyhose!" she cried. I had
to laugh at her insignificant-seeming concern in the midst of all
this chaos. Bringing her attention back to the man in front of her
from her legs, she yelled at him, "Do you have any idea how much a
pair of these costs, you bastard?" Before he had a chance to
respond, both of Tara's fists had rocketed into his face as she
launched one of her skillful combinations. Whack-whack, the two
punches shook his head violently and sent him stumbling off to the
floor. Satisfied at the punishment she'd given him, Tara looked
around for more victims.
     Off behind her, a man in a black tux punched another in a
white tux hard in the face. The white tux landed back on the
roulette table, and his sparring partner quickly closed in and
locked his hands around his throat. Both men looked exhausted as
they continued to struggle. Tara wasted no time in interfering. "I
can't believe you guys are knocking each other out when I'd be glad
to do it for you," she joked, stepping up and punching the man in
the black tux hard in the side of his ribs. He grunted loudly and
released the other man. Tara pulled him up to face his new
adversary, then caught him in the face with a short, sharp punch.
Another cry of pain and he stumbled back, grabbing at the table for
support, eventually winding up on his knees. Tara turned to face
the man in the white tux, who had somehow managed to pull himself
off the table to his feet, although he looked like he wouldn't be
able to do much more. He just wobbled menacingly as he faced her.
Grinning, she wound up for a punch. "Sweet dreams, wimp boy," she
told him. Her punch blasted through his jaw and finished him off,
but somehow he managed to absorb most of the force from the blow.
Instead of flying back onto the table he took the punch and began
to sag slowly, wilting like a flower, drooping to his knees and
then onto his side, at the feet of the beautiful woman who'd
knocked him cold. 
     She then turned back to the other man, who was still on his
knees, gripping the table firmly as he struggled against the
beating she was giving him. Tara looked down on his grimacing face
with amusement. "This girl's just too much for you, huh?" she
laughed, then drove her knee up hard into his nose. It broke,
sending blood droplets flying as he crashed back to the floor. The
amazon chalked up another k.o.'ed male victim with a grin.
     By this time I could have sworn I heard sirens off in the
distance. Damn, it figured Nelson would call them in to break this
up. And Tara was having such a good time, too. The shapely blonde
would easily win this brawl if it would be allowed to run its full
course, but it looked like she wouldn't get the chance. Still, it
might be for the better. I'd been having a hard enough time just
keeping myself from getting involved.
     As the brawl continued, the idiot men continued to inflict
punishment on each other, making Tara's attacks all the more
effective and damaging. She came up behind two other men locked in
a grapple. Snaking her arm around one man's neck, she stuck him in
a powerful headlock, pulling him off his male opponent. Once she
had him in a close grasp, she addressed the other man. "I'll take
it from here," she told him, then kicked him hard in the face,
using the man she had in the headlock for balance. "Uuuu-UUNGGH!"
the man screamed as Tara's kick spun him down to the floor.
     "You know, you guys fight like cream puffs. Imagine all you
men letting a girl whip you so bad," Tara smiled as the man tried
desperately to loosen her headlock. He pulled at her arms with all
his might, but he couldn't budge them. "That's not gonna help you,
little man.. I could keep you in this hold all night if I wanted
to," the blonde amazon told him, taunting him and his puny
struggles. Then he was free, spinning around in her grasp to face
him. "But I don't have all night," she grinned, then punched him in
the jaw. He flopped back a few steps to a card table and sagged
down beside it, the strength gone from his body. He too slumped
over, unable to resist the might of Tara's man-destroying fists.
     At the bar, Tucker was painfully trying to find his way to his
feet while Barnes was slowly, delicately easing himself off the
bar. Tara was definitely having an impression on these two fools.
They moaned and groaned as she sauntered her way back towards them.
     The fight was definitely winding its way down as more and more
men succumbed to either each other or Tara's powerful beatings.
Tara only had to stop once on her way to the bar, as a foolish man
ran up and began a swing at her head. She quickly interrupted him
with a rapidfire jab to his chin, paf. He grunted as her fist
impacted, then again, louder, as she followed up the jab with a
second punch, a looping hook to his eye. The man fell back away
from her, and she calmly resumed her course to the bar. The sirens
were approaching, becoming louder and louder in the meantime.
     It was Barnes' turn to bug his eyes out at the awesome blonde
amazon in front of him as he stood. "I.. I've never seen a girl
fight as well as you," he stammered. Tara laughed and approached
him menacingly, her fists ready to deliver even more harm. "Maybe
if you fought more like a man and less like a limp noodle, you
wouldn't have so much trouble with me," she teased him. Barnes
prepared to face her when Tucker provided a needed distraction.
He'd grabbed a high bar chair and come up behind Tara, somehow
managing to raise the chair and swing it down at her despite his
weakened condition. Tara noticed just in the nick of time and
dropped flat. The chair smashed to cinders on the bar, missing her
harmlessly. Unfortunately, the distraction gave Barnes time to
recover from his shock and realize the only chance he had of
emerging from this fight was to help Tucker try to overpower the
fighting woman. As Tara sprung back to her feet in front of him, he
swung. The punch landed on Tara's jaw. It wasn't a hard punch;
Barnes didn't have anything approaching his full strength left
after enduring Tara's punishments, but it was still enough to knock
her back a few steps, into Tucker's waiting arms. He tried to wrap
his arms around her and pin her arms down. Barnes said, "Your turn
to take a few hits now, honey," and closed in.
     Tara shook off the effects of his punch, and gave him a look
approaching annoyance. "You really shouldn't have done that, little
boy," she snarled. Before either man could react, her shapely right
leg, encased in the sheerest black nylon, kicked up, her foot
slamming Barnes in the side of his face. The professional football
player howled in agony as her kick whirled him around and sent him
flying head-first over the bar, glasses and bottles smashing as
they toppled off the bar and the wall behind. He bounced around
behind the bar like a pinball, finally coming to rest on the floor
with his feet still resting up on the bar. He wasn't moving.
     Having polished off one of her adversaries, Tara immediately
started on the other, like a true professional. She easily loosened
Tucker's grip on her by moving her right arm forward and slamming
it back into his gut. "Ooo-oof!" he yelled. As he lost his grasp,
she reached up and behind, grabbing the back of his neck, then
leaned forward and flipped him expertly over her shoulder. "You got
more than you bargained for messing with me, didn't you, tough
guy?" she taunted him. He just groaned as he lay sprawled out at
her feet.
     The sirens practically sounded like they were right outside
now, but Tara had the situation well in hand, and she knew it.
There were only about four or five men still standing at this
point, and no one else in the crowd had been dumb enough to join in
the fight against her. She stepped away from Tucker to give some
encouragement to her remaining male opponents. "C'mon guys, you
want to have to tell your buddies a girl beat you up in a bar
tonight?" she laughed at them. A couple of men groggily charged at
her, growling obscenities. The dazzling amazon quickly dispatched
one with a swift punch to his chin, sending him stumbling back to
the floor next to the card table. Tara then quickly raised her arm
and blocked the other man's punch, replying by burying her fist in
his stomach. Her victim groaned and bent in two, staggered back a
step, then straightened up to see Tara doing a graceful pirouette
before him, her head spinning around to target his face for a
powerful spinning kick. The sole of her well-polished shoe plowed
into his face with a loud snap, he spun away from her and landed on
the roulette table, the force of her kick practically sending him
flying through the air. As drinks and gambling chips flew off the
table, he lost consciousness. I was starting to lose count of all
the men Tara had knocked out so far.
     She quickly returned to the other target and pulled him to his
feet with a smile. "Another man done for the evening," she said as
she assessed the punch-drunk man in her grasp. "Goodnight, wimp."
Tara drew back her fist and authoritatively slammed home a knockout
punch. The man staggered back, fell into the card table and rolled
down to the floor, knocked senseless next to another victim of
Tara's amazon power. She smiled with satisfaction.
     Tucker was behind her, slowly and agonizingly trying to fight
off the effects her fists had had on him and stand up. He saw Tara
notice him and turn her attention back to him. "No, please! Leave
me alone.." he cried as she slowly approached him with an evil
grin. He practically had to shout to make himself heard over the
wail of sirens and final noises of the dying brawl. "Hey, you were
the one who wanted to fight, little man.. I'm just finishing what
you started," Tara told him. He tried a last desperate swing at her
head once she had closed him down, only to find the girl easily
blocking his punch. "Knocking all you sad little boys out sure gave
this girl a good workout," she laughed, then her fist shot up, her
jab landing straight on his nose. He screamed as more blood came
forth, his knees wobbling threateningly. "I'm just sorry it ended
so soon. I'd wake you all up and take you on again if I could,"
Tara teased. Her other fist shot up and punched him in the chin,
and he began to sag back, leaning against the bar for support.
She'd done it again. Tucker was running on empty, his body not yet
willing to acknowledge the fact that Tara's punches had driven all
consciousness out of him. His eyes rolled up in the bruised,
bloodied remnants of his face.
     Just at that moment the door burst in, and dozens of police
officers fanned out, running towards the bar. "Damn," Tara cursed.
"Just when I was getting warmed up, too. Sleep well, asshole." She
had time to punch Tucker in the jaw one last time, but it was all
she needed. Tucker's head rocked with her strong punch, then his
knees gave out and he slumped down, into a little ball underneath
the attractive legs of the woman who'd k.o.'ed him. Tara had a
moment to beam down at her impressive handiwork.
     Then the police were on top of everyone, guns drawn.
"Everyone, don't move!" they yelled. For a moment Tara looked like
she didn't care, like she'd be willing to knock out all these
additional targets despite the hail of lead that would head her way
if she tried. But her common sense prevailed and she placed her
hands on her hips. Even in that position I was impressed by her,
knowing the power she held in that beautiful, seductive body of
hers.
     I took the opportunity to look around. Three men were still
standing, and they had beaten each other so badly that they would
have easily been put down by a couple of punches from Tara each.
Definitely a victory for the "weaker" sex, I'd say.

     About an hour later I found myself outside the casino. The
police quickly found they'd need some ambulances on the scene as
they tried to wake Tara's male victims. I watched the police escort
Barnes, Tucker and the other participants in the brawl outside.
They all sported a variety of injuries, mostly inflicted by the
amazon. I saw black eyes, bloody noses, bleeding lips, bruised
ribs, cuts and bruises aplenty, and revelled in the notion that the
vast majority of them had been inflicted on these big, strong men
by one girl.
     I decided to take a walk in the cool night air as the chaos
died down. The police had pretty much charged everyone involved in
the brawl with drunken and disorderly conduct, assault, half a
dozen other charges. Those that needed medical attention had been
whisked off by the ambulances, and that was most of them. The only
person I hadn't seen run off by the authorities was Tara herself.
     As I rounded a corner to head behind the casino I discovered
why. Tara sat on the bumper of a car, her head in her hands,
obviously distraught. She was still in her bouncer's uniform,
although the effects of the brawl was obvious on it. She was
slightly unkempt, but still lovely, radiant with her power.
     Without thinking, I approached the depressed girl. "Are you
all right?" I asked.
     She practically sprung from her seat, fists coming up
instinctively. "It's okay," I said immediately, trying to seem as
non-threatening as possible. "I just wanted to see if you were all
right."
     She relaxed her guard, then sat back down on the car bumper.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Tara said glumly.
     "You sure?" I pressed. "You seem kind of down now."
     "I am," the amazon replied. "I just got fired."
     "What? Why?"
     "Well, the cops wanted to press charges against me as well as
everyone else involved in that fight. Mr. Nelson told them he'd
handle it, then he gave me this big lecture about how he hired me
to make sure fights like that didn't start, not to get involved in
them. Then he gave me my notice."
     "And this job meant a lot to you, didn't it?"
     Tara looked up at me. "Yes, it did," she answered. "It's the
first thing I've done where I felt I was really putting my skills
to good use."
     "You certainly displayed a lot of skill in that fight," I
complimented her.
     She smiled at me, the beauty returning to her face. "Thanks..
that fight was a joke, though. In the neighborhood where I grew up
they knew how to fight. Those guys in there were just a bunch of
drunks in tuxes, they didn't have a chance putting their fists up
against mine."
     I smiled at the obvious pride in her voice. "Yes, but even
though they were unskilled, you still took all of them on, and won.
That's very impressive."
     Tara's smile widened. "Thanks." She looked down again briefly,
noticing the now-large run in her silky, sheer pantyhose. She
stretched her leg out to assess the damage. "Tch! These nylons are
so damn expensive. How am I supposed to replace them now?"
     "I have an idea," I told her. She sat up attentively. "You do
enjoy fighting men, don't you?"
     She grinned. "Yeah, I do. I learned how to fight when I was
young.. in my neighborhood you had to. I always loved the feeling
of being able to beat men up. The older I got, the stronger I got.
Pretty soon I was in a street gang, and I got a reputation as a 
fighter. When I got out of the gang, Nelson offered me work here
as a bouncer. He said it'd help clean me up and improve my image,"
she snorted, sarcastically. "It gave me good money, but I did want
to fight men, not tell them to calm down. And now I'm out of work."
     I nodded. "How would you like to be able to fight men and get
paid for it?"
     Tara immediately sat up and beamed at me. I knew I had her.
"Good," I giggled. "My name is Roxanne.."

     "And that's how I met Tara, Mr. Black," Roxanne finished.
     She lay on the sofa in my office, smiling at me. I was at the
other end of the sofa, her stockinged feet in my lap as I gave her
the foot massage she'd demanded in exchange for the story. The
skirt of her business suit had ridden up around her crotch,
exposing a fantastic display of shapely leg. But despite my
arousal, I'd hung on every word she'd told me.
     "That's one hell of a story," I gasped. "When did all that
happen?" I moaned as she started playing with the obvious erection
in my pants with the toes of one foot.
     "About a year ago," she smiled. "Mmm.. massage harder." I
followed her instructions as she continued. "She agreed to work for
me, and then we started looking for a suitable place to demonstrate
our fighting abilities."
     "And you picked my place."
     "Eventually, yes. We looked around quite a bit first, and we
added Nina to our roster as well. We wanted an ideal situation..
and manager," she said, pressing her foot against my bulge, making
me moan even louder. Between Roxanne's attentions and her
incredibly exciting story, I quickly proceeded to orgasm on the
spot, much to her delight.
     I blushed in embarrassment at the spreading stain on the
crotch of my pants, but Roxanne just kept grinning down at me.
"Shoes," she commanded after I had exhausted myself.
     I quickly retrieved her black heeled pumps and put them on her
waiting feet. She swung her legs off the sofa and stood, looking
down on me. "You should really go and clean yourself up, Mr.
Black," she laughed. "You seem to have made a mess again."
     I winced and blushed even brighter. "You do have that effect
on me," I muttered. "Have you decided on a card for this weekend's
fights?"
     "Not yet," she said thoughtfully. "I want to come up with
something different, innovative. I'll let you know when I have
something."
     "Meanwhile, you could always tell me how you met Nina," I said
hopefully.
     Roxanne laughed. "Some other time, Mr. Black. I don't want you
passing out from too much excitement." She turned and left my
office, while I looked around for something to mop myself up with.