It was a hot August afternoon, and even in short sleeved summer blouse and short skirt, Detective Rita Andrews was hot and tired. She just wanted to get home to a cold shower, but she had one more assignment to complete. Her partner had called in sick that morning, and she'd spent most of the day in the station house catching up on paper work. The station air conditioning wasn't working, and Rita decided it would be a good idea to leave and get some fresh air, even if it was hot as blazes outside too. There was a shoplifting  warrant outstanding for a Trudy Miller. Guess I won't need any backup for a teenager, Rita thought, confidently glancing at the picture in the file of a baby faced little blonde eighteen year old.

A short time later, Detective Andrews approached the dilapidated house, at the street address on the warrant, and spotted her quarry just coming out.  "Damn! Why do teenagers always have to shoplift?" Rita wondered as she laid the heavy arm of the law on the skinny, blonde girl's arm."

When the big detective grabbed her arm, Trudy was terrified.  The furthest thing from her mind was resisting arrest, but she hated to be touched. When she felt the detective's arm on her shoulder, she reacted instinctively. She punched the detective in the belly.  For the last six months, Trudy's boyfriend, Chuck had been giving her boxing lessons and Trudy had a natural aptitude it seemed.  She'd even floored Chuck a few times and he'd fought in the Golden Gloves. He wasn't letting her win, either, because it really pissed him off, which added to Trudy's delight when she did it. Her hard punch caught the big detective off guard and she grunted in agony.

Rita hadn't intended to handcuff the teenager, but the hard punch nearly disabled her. The little bitch was dangerous! Rita reached into her bag for the handcuffs fumbling with it, in pain.

"Oh shit! I've done it now!" Trudy thought seeing Rita fumbling at her bag. "Shit! She's gonna get her gun!"

Trudy instinctively leaped on Rita, before she could get her hand out ot the bag. She weighed at least forty pounds less than the full figured, older woman, but surprise, and that first punch, helped. She bowled Rita over.

Trudy jumped right up off the prone police officer. She knew better than to roll around the ground against Rita's greater weight and strength. By now, Rita knew she should have drawn her gun before she even approached this crazy hell cat, but when she reached for the bag, she found it had fallen just out of reach. She scrabbled desperately for it. Trudy was going to turn and run for it, but she saw Rita trying to reach her handbag.

Before Rita cold reach the bag, Trudy kicked her in the jaw.

Trudy kept right on kicking, as Rita struggled to reach the bag. What started out in desperation, was getting to be fun. Trudy really didn't like the Police who always seemed to be hassling her, and kicking one around the lawn was too good to stop.

After getting kicked around the grass, Rita gave up all thought of reaching her bag and gun. All she could think of was getting her hands on the little bitch's throat, and throttling her. First, though, she had to get up, and Trudy was making that extremely difficult with her unending kicks.

Rita finally struggled to her feet, trying to tug her short tight skirt back into place. As she did, Trudy landed another kick to her large right breast.

Finally, on her feet, Rita's troubles were far from over. Trudy didn't give the detective the chance to get her hands on her, for a well deserved throttling. Instead, she plowed into the startled policewoman with a flurry of body punches. The first punch struck Rita's sore right breast.

Rita was in extremely good shape for her age; her belly firmly muscled, but that first unexpected punch had taken her completely off guard and about paralyzed her entire midsection with cramps. Trudy had added to her distress with several belly kicks, while she was trying to get up.  After a couple more of Trudy's low blows, Rita almost collapsed in agony.

As the detective doubled over in agony, Trudy grabbed her head and rammed her knee into Rita's jaw.

As Rita nursed her sore jaw, Trudy kicked her between the legs.

The kick to the crotch almost disabled Rita completely. She was a sitting duck, and Trudy smashed two punches into her jaw.

Near collapse, Rita gave up all hope of subduing the insolent teenager. "Oh God! If I can just get  to the car and call for backup!" She thought, but her legs wouldn't move. Instead, they trembled so she almost fell.

Trudy didn't give Rita the chance to escape and call for help. Doubled over in pain, the detective was an all too inviting target for the malicious teen. Trudy no longer thought of escaping; she was enjoying herself too much now, beating up the big, beautiful policewoman. This was turning into a fun afternoon! More exciting than getting away with a new dress for free at the mall!

Grinning viciously, Trudy drove two carefully aimed punch into Rita's aching belly. Rita didn't even see the first punch coming. After that one, she was helpless to defend herself from the second even more devastating blow, a right uppercut to her solar plexus, that lifted her to her toes.

The final punch to Rita's pulverized belly was more than the injured policewoman could bear; with a shudder she folded up and sagged to the ground.

Rita sat where she dropped trying to figure out what happened.  Trudy taunted her to get up and fight. She'd like nothing better than the excuse to beat the helpless woman senseless. Rita was so dizzy, she couldn't stand up if she wanted to, but she was shivering in fear of the fierce teenager. Getting up to face Trudy again was the last thing in the world she wanted. With a gasp of pain she admitted she was beaten.