HEROINE FOR HIRE
by DTM



Hey all,

Another sexy strong girl custom story, which the person who asked for it
really loved, which is always cool to hear. :) I am back to custom story
writing now that Amy's Conquest is in the safe hands of another (for a
reasonable fee, of course).

So if any of you are interested in your own, custom-made stories featuring
strong girls, fit females, powerful Amazons and sexy supergirls (and you like
what I've done, of course) feel free to contact me at DeviantArt (at DTM352)
or via email at dtm352@hotmail.com with some ideas of what you'd like, and
we'll see if we can set something up!

Thanks all, hope you enjoy this story, and maybe I'll hear from you sometime
in the future, wanting one of your own. :)

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It was just after midnight, in a less than savoury part of the city, when a
fire-red Ferrari pulled up in front of a rough looking bar. The look and style
of this vehicle a complete contrast to the dingy locale around it, especially
the dimly lit watering hole it was now parked in front of. The 29 year old
female driver calmly looked at her state of the art phone, using her thumb to
swiftly pan through a series of instructions and photos; doing so with
impressive speed, though her modelesque face clearly showing that she took in
ever piece of information she viewed.

Seconds later, the stunning 5' 10" woman emerged from her car, doing so with
the grace and fluidity of a trained dancer, as she stood before her desired
location. Her tall, tight, shapely form clad in a tight fitting white blouse,
which hugged her trim waist and ample breasts to perfection. Her long, lean
legs clearly displayed under her black mini-skirt (which hugged her bubble
butt like a second skin), their shape snugly fit within sheer black stockings,
ending in high heels that brought her to just over 6' in height. Her
strawberry blonde hair tied back in a sexy ponytail, as elegant looking
glasses donned her glistening green eyes.

Her beautiful face then sported a sexy smile, as she made her way towards the
small, rough looking building before her. Sounds of rock music could be heard
even before she entered, though after she did it seemed as if all sounds
ceased to exist, and all eyes focused on her alone. This location littered
with an assortment of tough men, each of them looking like they had been in
more than their share of brawls, each of them eyeing up the gorgeous young
woman before them with lecherous lust and perverted thoughts. Though to her
credit, her poise and demeanour appeared completely unphased by any of this,
as she slowly made her way towards the bar, her heels clicking on the hard
wooden floor as she made her way over.

The bartender seemed much less like the gathering of males about this place,
more timid and shy, as if he could be anywhere other than working here, he
would be. She spoke a few words to him that only the two of them could hear,
followed by his nervous reply back, his eyes trailing to one of the pool
tables at the far end of this establishment. The woman smiled, giving him a
tender kiss on his cheek as thanks for his voluntary assistance, as she then
turned around and made her way over to the marked pool table.

Click, Click, Click went her heels on the floor, as her long legs sauntered
over with the grace of a world-class runway model. Her appearance and attitude
made most of the men around this place hard as they watched her walk by, a few
of them excusing themselves to visit this bar's Men's Room for a quick and
much needed release.

This woman ended just before the form of a large, well-build man. His height
only a few inches more than her own in heels, though his width truly showing
his physical size, which seemed to be near double her own clearly athletic
physique.

"Something we could do for you, Hun?" the man before her spoke out in a deep,
intimidating voice, followed by the cackling of several of his friends around
him.

"I could think of more than a few things we could do, eh Brock?" one of these
men around him made out, again causing the rest of their group to viciously
laugh out.

"Well, that makes my first part much easier - Brock Turner, is it?" she
mockingly asked, causing the large man before her to look at his foolish
"friend", eyeing him up menacingly for stupidly calling him by his name.

"Who wants to know?" Brock turned his attention back to the woman before him,
puffing up his physique to appear even more intimidating than he was just
seconds ago.

"My name is Angela Belfore, and I have been hired to find you, and shall we
say, deal with you" the stunning woman spoke out with not a hint of fear or
apprehension on her sultry voice. This caused not only Brock and his gathering
to burst out laughing, but that of every male in this seedy bar. This reaction
didn't surprise or bother Angela in the least, giving the impression she was
quite experienced in such situations, something that seemed to escape the
minds of the men around her.

"Well then..." Brock spoke out in a clearly lecherous tone, as he put one of
his well-muscled arms around Angela's waist, " ... ..why don't we make our way
to one of the more private rooms in the back, and you can deal with me all
night long" he concluded, causing again a rouse of laughter to erupt all about
them.

Angela simply smiled at his brutish tactics, as she slowly moved one of her
hands around the one of his that was holding her, and with a slight twist of
her wrist and a shifting of her shapely form, Brock was instantly flipped over
her, landing on the large pool table before them with a Thud. This act, which
was done incredibly with no effort shown on her at all, caused those around
her to cease their smiles and laughter, and look at this situation an in
entirely different manner.

"I'm afraid you don't understand my meaning, Mr. Turner" Angela made out in a
soft, cool voice, as Brock removed his body from the table it was just flung
onto, looking at her with much more anger in his eyes then before. "I have
been hired by someone who you've hurt seriously, and I'm here to return that
treatment to you ten-fold. Rest assured, my dealing with you will quite harsh
and unpleasant for you, to say the least" she continued, resting her hands on
her hips, almost as if hitting a pose a superheroine would do before taking
down the villain.

"Hahaha, you've got guts Babe, I'll give you that, but if you think you can
come into my place, and start something with me, you've got another thing
coming" Brock spoke out with a threatening tone, as he gestured to the five
men standing around him, causing them to smile wickedly at the sole woman
before them, thinking they would soon have their way with her, and she would
be helpless to stop them.

As the first two approached her, Angela suddenly held up a single hand, her
index finger pointing in a manner that told them to wait, causing these men to
look more than a bit confused by her actions. She then reached down to each of
her stocking covered feet, and removed her high heels from each of them, done
so in a fashion that caused several others in this bar to get even further
aroused. She then turned her back to her two attackers, and slowly made her
way to the bartender, placing her stylish heels in his care, as she leaned
over and kissed him again on his other cheek, before turning back around once
more to rejoin the pair of rough looking men.

"As you were" Angela made out to them in a casual manner, as if she was asking
them to resume some mundane task, over having them proceed in her assault. The
pair of men again seemed baffled by this woman's actions, though a loud
barking from Brock to Get Her caused them both to spring into action - that
was, as much as partially intoxicated, stomach bloated men such as these could
spring, anyway.

Their tactic was simply to grab her, using their superior size and strength to
hold her immobile and helpless between them. Though as every man in this
establishment was about to find out, helpless was not a word in Angela's
vocabulary. Something she more than proved by the swift handling of her two
attackers, as with amazing speed, strength and skill, she grasped hold of each
set of hands approaching her, and hip-tossed both of their larger forms high
in the air; causing them to fly several feet away from her, crashing into the
hard wooden form of the bar itself. This act caused all about her to change
their expressions once again, now to one of complete awe and shock!

"My contract is only for Mr. Turner ... ." Angela spoke out in an
authoritative manner to all those around her, " ... .I have no issues with
anyone other than him. In saying that, any one of you that gets between him
and I, I will have no choice but to "deal with" as well", she concluded, as
she then lifted one of her sleek, solid looking, stocking clad legs straight
up in the air, showing off incredible levels of flexibility, before slamming
it down on a nearby table with a perfectly executed axe-kick, causing the
formerly sturdy wooden object to be instantly shattered to pieces. This act
one of equal parts persuasion and intimidation was completed with great
effect, as most every one of these men around her then turned away from this
scene, giving the impression that they were not planning to interfere. In
fact, only the few men from Brock's original group were still standing by his
side, though their looks clearly much less confident and more worried than
they were before.

"Guys ... .guys, what are you waiting for, get in there!" a clearly nervous
Brock spoke out to the rest of his personal group, "Don't fall for her
bullshit tricks, she's only one and your three, so Get Her!" he barked out
again, and like the lackeys they were, the remnants of his posse did as they
were told and moved aggressively towards Angela.

"OK then, can't say I didn't warn you boys" Angela breathed out, as the trio
of larger males surrounded her. "Tell you what, since you are clearly just
sheep following your boss's orders, and as you're not my intended targets
anyway, I'll do you a favor and only use my legs" she spoke in a teasing yet
professional manner, as she lifted her arms up above her, slowly putting them
behind her, clasping her hands together at the small of her back. "So, who's
first?"

Having a renewed sense of confidence at her newly declared handicap, the men
around her felt much better about their chances against her - feelings that
would fade all too quickly in the seconds to come.

One of these men simply charged her, leading with his head and shoulders as if
he was playing professional football; a tactic that Angela could have handled
in a variety of ways, though she chose the one that was the most effective. In
an instant she swiftly balanced herself on a single one of her shimmering
stocking-clad legs, as she spun around and sent her other straightened leg
crashing into the side of his face in a spinning roundhouse kick. The force of
her strike was so powerful that it sent the larger man flying away several
feet, where he crashed into one of the metal structural pillars of this bar,
landing on the nearby floor unconscious.

"Not one at a time you idiots, all together!" Brock yelled out with noticeable
panic in his voice, as the other two men then approached their intended
target, charging her now from opposing directions, so as not to be jointly
judo flipped as her first two assailants were earlier.

Though judo was only one of many fighting styles Angela was a master in, in
addition to being highly skilled in combining them all with her world-class
physique to make her own martial arts style. For this attack, she simply split
her long legs apart, causing her body to fall to the ground in an expert level
gymnasts split, doing so with perfect timing so as to cause the heads of her
attackers to Slam into one another above her.

Still standing on either side of her, though more than a little dazed from
their recent impact, Angela could have launched punching strikes at both of
them simultaneously, though staying true to her word she used only her lethal
legs to finish them off. With an expertly done spin, she got back to her feet
in seconds (not a simple act without the use of her arms, and in her previous
split-legged position), which she followed up by launching her knees into each
man's stomach, violently expelling the breathe from their lungs while breaking
a few of their ribs. Both collapsed to the ground below her, utterly helpless
to stop her in any way. Angela then stepped over to each of them, surrounding
their necks within her diamond cut calves, as she sharply rose to her toes,
causing her calves to bulge out with rock solidness, and their victims to fall
unconscious.

"Anyone else?" Angela spoke out, as she removed her arms from her back, and
positioning herself into a threatening martial arts pose, letting all around
her know she was ready and able to handle so much more.

Only Brock eyes made contact with this sexily clad destroyer of men, every
other male learning their previous lesson and focusing on their own business,
leaving Brock to deal with his own mess. Of course, like all bullies when
actually confronted, his power and authority completely left him. His face
turning white with fear, the large muscular man did the only thing he could -
He ran! Not making his way out the front door, but instead to the back,
specifically inside one of the private rooms he had intended to have his fun
with Angela initially. That was before he saw what she was capable of, that
was when he thought she would be his sexual plaything for as long as he
wanted. SLAM, closed the thick wooden door behind him, as sounds of clicking
locks from his end could clearly be heard.

"That door lead outside at all?" Angela spoke to the handsome young bartender,
who like all of the other men here, was both stunned and aroused by the events
that had recently transpired. The man's response was a simple and silent
shaking of his head, No. "That's good, that means he'll be trapped there,
alone, with me" she concluded, sporting a slight grin on her gorgeous face, as
she slowly made her way to the large wooden door that separated she from her
target. Any man that was in her path quickly made way for her, not wanting to
garner any attention from her, for fear that they may be treated as those
previously.

Angela now stood before the locked door blocking her from reaching her target.
A serious obstacle to most others, to her it was barely an inconvenience. She
instinctively took another martial arts stance, readying one of her shapely
legs to burst forward and reduce this wooden door to splinters, though she
then stopped herself, taking another tactic to entering this locked up room
instead.

She switched her body's position, taking on a different fighting stance, this
one focusing on her fists over her silky smooth legs. Angela placed one of her
steel hard fists right next to the metal door handle, closing her eyes as she
focused on the task at hand; which happened with lightning quickness seconds
later, as she gave a few slight martial arts cries from her feminine voice,
followed with her fist sending several strikes on the wooden area around the
handle. Her hand creating holes around its metallic form, which then fell to
the floor before her. She felt this course of action was better than simply
breaking down the door, as now she had her way inside, and the door could
still be used to help keep him inside with her.

"Get away from me, you Freak!" Brock yelled out, as he saw her super fast hand
breaking through the door, allowing her access to him. Unbeknownst to her, he
had a large wooden bat at the ready, waiting for her to enter and provide even
a seconds opening, where he would strike her down with all of his might!

Slowly the door between them opened, which was followed by Angela's gracefully
moving form entering, as she focused now on closing and re-locking the door,
over paying any attention to him. Now, his time to strike was Now, as he
roared loudly and powerfully swung the bat at the back of her seemingly
defenseless head. Though as this foolish brute of a man was about to find out,
defenseless was never something that described Angela, especially when she was
out on a job.

A split second was all it took for her to avoid his first swing, her body
moving with amazing speed and agility, while for his follow up attack, she
simply clenched her fist and struck the wooden bat as it came down against
her, shattering it to pieces which exploded between them.

"What's the matter Mr. Turner, when I arrived you wanted this very thing, the
two of inside this room, alone, for you to have your way with me" she made out
in a sensual yet intimidatingly tone, as she slowly walked around his stunned
form, giving the impression that she was stalking him as her prey. "Well, here
we are, what are you going to do now?" she taunted the larger man, who reacted
as expected of a man of his physical size and thuggish mind.

Well practised fists of impressive power came at her, one after the other, in
a barrage that would have put down many other men, though Angela avoided or
blocked them with ease. She even started to openly smile at his attempts to
hit her, something that made Brock even more enraged, causing his punches to
be more erratic and therefore easier to deal with by Angela. She could see as
the minutes went on that Brock was becoming more and more tired, his series of
strikes on her were doing nothing but making him more exhausted, while she
looked as energetic as the minute she walked into this bar.

Having no mercy for this man, knowing the reason she was hired to deal with
him, Angela then started taking the offensive, using her stocking covered legs
to bounce him literally all around this back area room. Jumping high kicks,
spinning kicks, multi-strike standing kicks, all showing off the skill and
power of her black stockinged legs. Each kick felt like that of a mule's to
Brock, as he could feel his body becoming more and more battered and broken by
her expertly executed assault. Rock solid feet to his face, powerful knees to
his sides and stomach, wood shattering toes perfectly striking the most
painful of nerve-clusters on his body. Each impact on his swiftly breaking
body made him scream, cry and even begin to beg her to stop, though Angela
ignored every sound he made, focusing solely on her task at hand and how
deserving he was to be on the receiving end of it.

She then battered his barely standing form against one of the stone walls of
this room, now using a single one of her long, strong legs to pin him to it;
its shapely firmness stretching high into the air, her silken foot crushing
his throat, as her very impressive leg strength incredibly lifted him a few
inches off the floor. His hands panically gripped at her leg, trying all he
could to free himself from her hold, though the power and hardness of her leg
was unreal, even at his full strength he doubted he could have moved it or any
part of her body against her will.

"It doesn't feel very well to be completely overpowered in a physical manner,
does it Mr. Turner" Angela made out in a firm, powerful tone, twisting her
foot into his neck a bit more, causing him to gurgle in pain and fear, as he
could feel his throat being crushed. "You would know this all too well, though
not from the side you're on now, I'm sure. Normally you are the one
administering the punishment, dealing out the pain, against those much smaller
and weaker than you - especially against women" Angela continued, as in the
blink of an eye she removed her leg from its hold, swinging her other leg out
at the side of his head, which when struck sent Brock flying to the other end
of this room.

She slowly, sexily followed to where he lay on the ground in a heap, her
sauntering walk done to further emphasize that it was a woman that was beating
him to a pulp, a sexy beautiful female who had absolute power over his very
life. Angela then knelt down nearby, and positioned Brock's body over one of
her rock solid legs, his back pressing harshly against the steel hardness that
was her stocking-covered, rock solid quad. She then used her powerful arms to
push down on either side of his body, pressing down on his neck and thighs,
arching his body painfully over her single bent leg, which held him off the
floor with amazing ease.

"Please ... .God, please ... ..why are you doing this??" the large, muscular
man could barely make out, as he felt his body, his very spine, being bent
back against itself, almost to its breaking point. "I don't even know ...
..who you are ... .."

"No, you wouldn't, trust me you would remember me if our paths had crossed"
she coldly made out, pressing down further on her victim, causing him to
scream out in agony. "Does the name, Jean Redding, ring a bell? Yesss, I can
see from the look in your barely opened eyes that it does. It seems your night
of fun with an attractive college girl a few weeks ago caused her quite a bit
of pain, not to mention a shattered leg, a broken arm and several cracked
ribs" Angela continued, as she suddenly used a single hand to strike his arm
and chest, instantly shattering further the bones in those areas.

"It seems Jean had come into contact with my employer, who then hired me to
deal with you in a similar, but much more severe, manner" she continued on,
using her other hand to strike at his kneecaps, shattering both of them to
pieces. "So much screaming and crying from a big, powerful man - doesn't feel
so good to be on this side, does it?" she growled out in a feminine tone, as
she powered down on the ends of his body once again, causing little Pop and
Crackle sounds to emit from his spine.

"I could kill you so easily ... .so very easily ... ." she breathed softly
into his whimpering, terror-filled face, " ... .though we have other plans for
you!" she whispered again, before powering down on her back-breaking hold even
more, causing even louder Snaps to come from his back. Angela then pushed his
helpless body off her leg, getting his worthless form off her flawless
physique, and stood up over Brock, towering above him like the conquering
Amazon woman she was to him.

"No, your life isn't for me to take ... .that honor will belong to Jean
herself" she spoke out with words that caused Brock's heavily swollen eyes to
widen with shock. "I estimate the beating I've just given you will take
roughly one year for you too fully recover from - one very long year, full of
the most painful physical rehabilitation you could possibly imagine", Angela
smiled as she saw tears forming around her target's now completely shut eyes.

"In that year, I personally will be training Jean to become almost as strong,
almost as skilled, almost as deadly, as I am. She has quite a physique, I can
see what attracted you to her. She will come along very nicely with her
training, I can tell. And when you have finally returned home from your
horrendous hospital stay, and your body is almost back to what it was before,
you will hear a knock at your door - which will be one of the last things you
ever hear, other than your own screams of pain, as she breaks you apart and
rips you to pieces!" Angela concluded, as Brock then fell unconscious at her
feet. She then reached for her cell phone and spent the next several minutes
taking pictures and videos of Brock's utterly defeated and broken form.
Something that wasn't asked for specifically by Jean, though something she
felt she would enjoy nonetheless.

Angela then pulled tight the sheer stockings over her pumped, solid looking
legs, and made her way out of this back room and into the main bar area
itself, where it seemed only the bartender still remained. The other formerly
tough male patrons had all taken their leave during Brock's lengthy beating,
carrying away even the men from his group that she had previously knocked
unconscious.

She sexily sauntered over to the bar, and upon reaching it, extended a single
open hand towards the attractive man behind it, where he then nervously placed
her fashionable high-heeled shoes. She took a few seconds to put them on
before standing back up to her full height, now appearing noticeably taller
than the young man before her. "Come, my young friend, I think you and I need
to get better acquainted", Angela spoke out with a soft, sensual voice. She
then gently reached out for the man's hand, before leading him out to the
flame colored sportscar she drove here in, where their night's enjoyment was
about to begin, and his mind would be blown forever.

THE END