Minute Hits by GJ Dear Readers: This story is completely a work of fiction and any resemblance to people living or dead, the names, locals and situations written in the story are strictly coincidental. ENJOY! Minute Hits Jasmine Willougby was one foxy lady. She stood 6'0" tall, weighed 170 lbs, had 19" arms, a perfect 45" chest, 31.5" quads and 19.25" calves. Her hair was a deep golden blond and her blue eyes( although the hair and eye color frequently changed as needed) radiated intelligence and wisdom beyond her 26 years. In addition, she had black belts in eight different martial arts including Karate, Judo, Ken Po, Crav Maga, and assorted other disciplines. She was an accomplished kick boxer as well. Her record was all wins, in every sport, all by knockouts or worse. Her incredible muscularity was due to her gymnastic and weight lifting background. Currently, Jasmine worked as a Dispatcher, in a specialized unit of a very clandestine organization. It was so black ops that it never appeared on the budget of any Federal organization. OBM had no record of it at all. Now dear reader, did you think I meant a "dispatcher" who can get you a cab in the dead of night? So what do you think? Form your own definition of the word, and read on to confirm your hypothesis. Minute 1 Arturo Viente was longing for a cold cervesa. Stopping off at his favorite watering hole called La Luz, he stepped quickly inside to the welcomed ac, which helped cool him off. The very hot and humid Madrid summer was nothing to be trifled with. Sipping slowly, savoring the full bodied taste of his iced beer, he anticipated getting home to his townhouse to rest during his "tiempo de la siesta." Arturo was an arms dealer who sold anything and everything to any one with the fattest pockets. Thinking about a current order of ordinance needing to be shipped out, he scarcely noticed the red haired, green eyed Jasmine enter the darken bar. However, the other men saw her and went, "Dios mios", and practically drooled all over the bar. Just then Arturo took notice and as he did, he felt a thickening in his crotch. In a matter of seconds he was sporting the biggest hardon of his life. You see, he was turned on by very dominant, muscular women. Seeing this women enter, he soon forgot about business and thought about licking her huge arms, kissing her perfectly sculpted ass, and getting fucked by her as he lay underneath, licking each ridge of her perfect eight pack. Walking over to the bar, Jamine sat next to him and smiled. "Muy caliente ahora, verdad?" He replied yes it sure is hot and to himself.....It's REALLY HOT! They began to chat and he was mesmerized with her beauty, muscularity and charm. Thisobviously smitten man keep looking at her arms, especially the one lifting up the tall glass of Perrier. Smiling seductively, Jasmine said in perfect Spanish...."So you like my muscules, Senor. How about we go someplace more private and I can show you them all, at your leisure." Soon they walking arm and arm out the door. Arturo escorted Jasmine to a silver Rolls Corniche. Opening the door, he held it as her long, tanned, muscular legs bent to sit in the incredible richness of the car's interior. Then he watched her perfect ass sit in its perfectly engineered seat. He quickly walked around and sat in the driver's seat. As he did so, Jasmine smiled at him and flexed her huge right bicep and told him to lick. He could not help himself and began slobbering over it, getting her massive arm and seat wet as well. His dick was so hard, his pants were getting wet too, with precum. Arturo had this glassy , far away look in his eyes as he began kissing the other arm too. All the while Jasmine enjoyed his long pointy tongue and instructed him to lick the abundant pools of moisture under her arms. He began to lick with real gusto, savoring her armpit saltiness. He was sitting perfectly for Jasmine's "dispatch". Slowly, she began to flex her arm to it's fullest extent and she rubbed her huge right fist on his jaw. "Kiss it, hombre, ahora." His hot tongue licked each knuckle and kissed the crevice between its hardened protuberances. Just then, Jasmine pulled back her fist and said, "Mirame!" Looking at that huge fist that was covering most of his face, Jasmine punched him once in the jaw. This punch was so powerful that it propelled Arturo's jaw up into his brain. He was dead before he even began to spray gore all over himself, Jasmine, his automobile's interior and out the window. Soon the entire car was dripping as if Jasmine had punched IT, instead of this once-man, now lying dead, in a pool of reds, yellows, greens, whites and blacks. Easing out of the car, she could see the spurts covering the windshield completely. In a second the windows were "pinked out". Satisfied, she noted that it had taken less then a minute to dispatch Senor Arturo. Her handlers would be pleased and she needed to change her thonged, lacy panties, for at the moment of Arturo's demise, Jasmine came with the most intense orgasm. Had she checked, she would noted that Arturo did the same, gooing his very expensive briefs. Forty-five minuted later, Jasmine was on a plane headed to an undisclosed location, waiting to fulfill her next dispatch.