Just Another Day At Work
by GJ



Dear readers: This story is a figment of my imagination and the characters
bear no resemblance to anyone living or dead. If they do, it is purely by
coincidence. GJ

The cell phone rang, interrupting Rosales from her work. Stopping to pick up
the incessantly-ringing phone, Rosales pealed off her now bloody sap gloves
that she was using on her client moments before. Besides, he was in no
condition to complain, as she had already knocked out several of his teeth.
These bloody souvenirs had begun to stain his very white carpeting.

As Waldo Davis looked up at her, his vastly swollen eyes now reduced to slits,
he took in her fluid movement as Rosales bent down to get the cell from her
gym bag. Also inside were other assorted weighted gloves, handcuffs, a rope
and pulley, a bottle of Evian water, various size zip look bags, a digital
camera, workout pants and top, and of course the phone. Bleeding like a stuck
pig, nonetheless, his hardon grew even harder than when she had started
beating on him.

He was certainly impressed with her level of muscularity. Although not tall at
all, he thought of her muscles as "thick". They were not only huge, but had
deep cuts as well, making them stand out and up more. Her vascular arms had
train tracks running up and down their entire girth. As Ro bent down to get
the phone, Waldo noticed her marbled ass, like fine porcelain, housed in her
bikini bottoms. He could barely make out the conversation, as his
cauliflowered ears were as big as Mr. Spock's, by now.

Ro turned and placed her hand on her lips, indicating that Waldo should remain
very quiet. Then she proceeded to talk into the very small phone. "Hello
darling, sorry you caught me at a bad time, I was just in the middle of
something.......Yes I will be home late tonight , I have to complete my
interview of a client.... He is a tough sell and it will take all my skills to
make him see the light of day." Ro continued talking to her husband of twelve
years, Ramon. He was a successful attorney, who believed that his wife was a
free lance salesperson. Whatever she did, she brought home a 6 figured salary
every year. He loved her dearly, as well as their two girls, Maria and
Jessica. He especially loved how she took control in the bedroom, wrestling
him down easily and taking him for her own pleasure.

Feeling mischievous, Waldo rose up from the floor, with the help of an armrest
found on a nearby chair. Seeing this, and seeing him begin to open his mouth,
Ro quickly said to her hubby, "Hang on something needs attending to." In a
flash she had picked up her client with one hand and punched him square in the
nose. Hearing it pop was music to her ears as Waldo, now bleeding with nose
fluid dripping out, was propelled over the couch and landed upside down
against the wall.

Returning to the phone, Rosales wiped her bloody right fist on Waldo's white
love seat and said, "Sorry about that darling...this client needed my special
attention. I really have to go, but on the way home I will pick up the girls
from Karate class and fix you your favorite dinner. Oh, and I am feeling
really horny, mi amor, so be prepared to service me as only you know how.
Adios Ramon. Having said goodbye, she returned the phone to her bag, and
walked slowly towards her knocked out client.

Lifting his inert body by his hair, she inspected his face. It was a bloody
mess, missing teeth, swollen shut eyes, a broken nose, and sausage lips. Well
after all , he wanted the deluxe BeatDown and that was what he paid
for.....$5000. She intended on giving it to him too, especially after the
stunt he tried to pull. She had worked to hard to hide this part of her life
from the entire family that she loves so dearly.

Dropping him now, she took a drink of designer water, went to the bathroom and
after her call of nature, she freshened up a bit. Then she returned and stood
over the ever-bleeding Waldo. Dropping her bottoms, she sat down on his face.
Her asscheeks perfectly housing his prominent nose. In a matter of seconds,
Waldo, now smelling a mixture of sweat and other things began to stir. "I told
you to be quiet, now you will clean my asshole and do a good job, you chabron!

Waldo begin to sniff in her pungent ass and his tongue cleaned her out until
she was satisfied. Towards the end, as he completed his task, she began to
destroy him with hard punches to his pudgy belly. Her steel fists went right
through him. She could almost feel the floor he was laying on as they hammered
his guts to mush. If she continued in this way, he would aspirate on his own
vomit, and she wanted to work him over more. Standing up , she barely missed
the geyser of green bile that escaped from his ruined mouth. After several
minutes, Waldo lay there moaning.

Walking over to the beaten man, she told him to look up at her and open his
mouth. When he did, she pissed all over his face, replacing the green slime
with her special yellow water. Drinking it all down, she finished when it came
out of his nose, running down his bloody, bared chest. Making her huge bicep
flex, lowing it to Mr. Wimp, she raised his 187lbs. easily, as he held on to
that arm of steel. Finally he was standing in front of her swaying back and
forth.

Rosales planted her strong feet on Waldo's, effectively pinning him upright to
the floor. Then she proceeded to use his face as a speed bag. Hitting him back
and forth, so fast that her hands were a blur, she dismantled the rest of his
visage. As she did it, she said, "Try to mess up my home life did you, take
that..........When I get through with you, you will be the consistency of
tomato sauce." Each punch caused blood to fly, hitting Waldos's pure white
walls( interesting dear readers...all this white....think it has Freudian any
significance?) After fifteen minutes of beating him into a coma, Rosales
checked her beaten protagonist.

He had no facial features left. Broken bones protruded through torn flesh. Oh
he got his $5000 worth and more. But then that was that he had hoped for as he
antagonized Rosales, by making believe he would interrupt her call. It took
eight months of intensive surgeries to make him look half human again. By then
he couldn't wait to do it all again.

Rosales picked up the twin girls who had just kicked the butts of the biggest
boys in there karate class. Beaming with pride, she took them home and cooked
the best dinner for the family. As Ramon entered, unhooking his shirt collar
and undoing his rep tie, he was greeted with a glass of whine, and a rib-
shattering hug from his beautiful, sexy wife. Making polite talk, he asked
her, "So how was your day darling...was that client difficult for you. Winking
to him she replied with, "No, it was just another day at work."