Minute Two 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! 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. She specialized in "dispatching" her targets in a minute or less. She was an expert 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. Minute Two Fred( Freddy) Williams was a huge man standing 6'6", weighing 245lbs. of solid muscle. He was the enforcer of a specialized ring who had been extorting information from nerdy types who worked in think tanks and hush- hush labs, etc. The security of our nation was at stake, as this information filtered into the hands of those people who wanted to do us grievous harm. They had to be stopped at all costs. In order to do that, Freddy had to go, fast...no fuss...just poof...here today gone in a minute. Since Freddy had a thing for strong, sexy muscular women, Jasmine was chosen for the assignment. She fit the profile to a T. For this assignment, Jasmine had to be a brunette with brown eyes, since her target favored that look. So, there she was, decked out in a black and purple spandex workout suit. It was made specifically to her measurements, as it rode high up on her huge quads. It was also cropped and sleeveless, exposing her rock hard bis, tris, forearms and eight pack.. Jasmine entered the private health club, not bothering to even check herself in the mirror. She was that confident, and she knew no man could resist her raw animal magnetism. The guy at the desk took one look at her and literally creamed in his pants. He got this glassy look in his eyes, as he shot his load, filling his shorts with oodles of spunk. Jasmine walked past, wanting to knock him out for about five hours. She leaned over, stroked his cheek, smiled and let go with a right hook. It was designed just to break his jaw. She hoped most of his teeth weren't turn to chalk dust, as really he was just doing his job. The punch connected with an audible CRACKKKKK, and the guy stood there, out cold. Jasmine could see his jaw was dislocated and cracked, and he only lost his front teeth. Satisfied that he would recover after a few months, she blew on him and he keeled over, shooting red all over the bottled water that was kept on the shelves, underneath the counter. His face juice soon coated all thirty bottles, change the water color to a pureed strawberry color. Knowing where to find Fred, as her Intel was always first class, Jasmine walked into the boxing gym that he frequented. There he was. He was demolishing a heavy bag with powerful, destructive punches. He was about to throw an uppercut when he saw Jasmine enter. That did it. He lost all interest in punches, as his huge dick began to throb. He had it bad and he reasoned that this beautiful Amazon had the medicine that would make him feel....oh so good. Flexing in the mirror, he turned and opened with, "Hello beautiful, did you come to watch me box? Sorry I don't have an opponent right now, I just finished him off. Maybe you heard the ambulance taking him away. I punched his face in and enjoyed every second of it too." Thinking that this line of "rap"might work, he walked towards the waiting man-killer. He could see her perfect skin..... he wanted to lick the light sheen of sweat that was dripping from her 19" guns....he could smell the ripeness of her pussy too...with any luck he was going to get it big time.(So what do you think dear reader, think he is going to get it, hahahaha?) As he came closer Jasmine smiled seductively and played with her hair. She could hear Freddy's intake of breath, as he gazed longingly at her huge, rock-like, ripped, vascular arms. Instinctively his mouth opened, and his greedy, hot tongue licked the sweat that was starting to cascade down her bis, onto her rippling eight pack. Jasmine could see and feel his huge cock stiffen. She began to flex her right bicep up and down, down and up. Freddy was just about to shoot, when she said, "Lick me dry so I can get all wet big boy." Complying instantly, he was rewarded with the feel of granite encased in smooth, flawless, tanned skin. As he slobbered and moaned, at the point of ejaculation, Jasmine dispatched him. Taking his head onto her huge arm, she wrapped it around his neck. His face was resting on her peak. She simply flexed once and held the squeeze for ten seconds. She heard a crack, as his face literally broke.... along with his bull-like neck. Feeling Freddy's face disintegrate was such a turn on, that she squirted her goo across the gym, staining a nearby wall .Lifting the now- corpse up by the hair, she looked into his oozing, dead eyes and laughed. As she dropped him, as one might drop a piece of used toilet paper , onto the now gory floor, she turned and walked away. The sound of her melodic voice could be heard, singing a tune. So dear readers, any idea what that tune might be? Come on...you know. Ok so if you guessed "Fred Is Dead", from the movie Superfly, you win.