MARCIA SETTLES A SORE WITH A TOP FOOTBALLER by Hamlet Marcia was standing in front of Her bathroom mirror applying the last of Her makeup. "Not bad" She thought as She stared at the glamorous image looking back at Her. She was wearing a long, slinky red leather dress with a split up the leg that exposed Her muscular thigh and Her red calf lemgth boots She was wearing. It fit tight around the middle showing off Her flat, hard, muscled stomach. It was sleeveless, as was all of Her dresses, leaving Her bulging biceps, muscle capped shoulders showing. Her hair was in a long, single braid that hung down over that muscular broad back. To complete the effect She wore tight red leather fingerless gloves, Around Her waist She carried handcuffs and a short leather whip. Underneath She had on a red leather bra to expose Her huge breasts and a tight red leather pair of hot pants. and a pair of handcuffs. She had a plan tonight. She was going to a very exclusive club in Kensington. She hoped to meet Bobby Ramirez was a fairly wealthy very wealthy footballer for West Ham earning over £100000 a week for kicking a ball around a field and not knowing what to do with the money. Like many footballers he had a reputation as a ladies man, but lately he had begun to change. He had got involved into so called rough sex. He had started to beat up the women that he picked up. He had crossed the line when he had put one of Her nieces Lucy in the hospital who had just arrived from Ghana. You see, he was a man with a penchant for exotic women. The girl was only 22 years old, and had succumbed to his charm easily. The incident had been reported to the police, but he was a well known celebrity in the area and the girl was simply a young, naive African girl who had no influence with the authorities. The Police had ruled that all of the girl's injuries were accidental and had occurred during a consensual act between adults, so the case was closed. It was not closed for Marcia, however. She decided that it was up to Her to make him pay for his crimes. And pay he would, with blood and bruises and he would be black and blue all over She had decided and maybe never be able to play football again . An eye for an eye was Her philosophy, and since he had beaten the girl, Her niece, She was planning to give him the beating of his life. "He will never want to see another woman after tonight and his career in football will be well and truly over as he will never be able to walk again let alone kick a football around!" She promised herself and Her niece. As She was preparing to leave, the phone rang. She answered it. It was an obscene call, She had been plagued with them for a couple of weeks now ever since She had opened Her new business ILV (I Love Vengeance). She slammed the phone down and stormed out of Her bedroom. She vowed not to let Her attention be diverted from the task at hand, punishing that bastard! She left Her house and got into Her BMW and drove to the club where Her niece had first met him . She drove right up to the valet parking and left the car. As She entered the room, She almost had to turn sideways to get Her broad shoulders muscular shoulders and wide back through the door. All eyes turned toward Her given her sheer size and power. She stood there, just inside the entrance, with Her gaze sweeping the room, without moving Her head, just Her eyes. She spotted and walked toward him. She reminded everyone of a Black Pantheress as She glided across the crowded room. She could tell that She would have no trouble picking him up . For a man like him , She was a wet dream come true. She stopped right in front of him, and said "What does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?" Her voice was deliberately low, soft, and sexy. Bobby could not believe his good fortune, as this vision in red stood in front of him, asking him to buy Her a drink. He did not notice that She completely dwarfed him with Her superior size and build. The bartender came and She ordered a glass of champagne. She watched him closely out of Her hooded eyes. He was what most women would consider handsome She supposed About 6'0" tall, shorter than Her by at least 6" in her heels well dressed in gray suit, and rep striped tie. A real man-about-town. A typical arrogant footballer She slid in closer to him and said. "Thanks for the drink" and kissed him on the cheek. He was a goner after that. After making small talk for a few minutes, mostly about him, She asked him if there were not some place they could go that was more private. He almost choked on his drink. "My place is in Essex not too far , if that is what you had in mind," he said to Her. "That will be fine" She said to him. "My car is here, why don't I follow you there" She continued. "That will be great" he replied. They exited the club and the valet brought both cars around.She noted that Bobby was driving a new BMW more modern than Hers. She got in her car and followed him out of the parking lot. As She drove the short distance to the apartment building where he lived, She thought over what She had in mind for him. he had made the mistake of concentrating on Her beauty and sexiness and paid no attention the awesome muscularity that this Black Woman had on display. He had been carrying a huge erection ever since the Woman had asked him to buy Her a drink. She followed him into the parking lot of and obviously expensive apartment building in Buckhurst Hill where a lot of footballers lived. She parked in the spot next to him. He scrambled over to Her car and opened the door for her. She gave him Her 1000 watt smile as She got out of her car. If he had watched more closely, he would have noticed that it was more of a wolfish grin that meant bloody vengeance! He escorted Her to the building entrance. They were greeted by a uniformed doorman. "Good evening, Mr. Ramirez, ma'am" he doffed his hat to Her . She smiled back at him. Booby took Her over to the elevator, and punched 12, which was the top floor. "This building only has two apartments on the entire top floor. One of them is mine. I think you will like it." The elevator stopped and they got out. He opened the door. They entered the spacious apartment. It had obviously been furnished by a high priced decorator, with everything looking like it had been built just for this apartment. There was a huge fireplace it the center of the living room, and it was double sided opening to both the living room and the den. The dining room was off to the side and She could see the kitchen which appeared to have every appliance know to mankind in it, even a pot rack hanging from the ceiling. In the den area was a bar, with 4 stools, and he said, "I'll get us a couple of drinks." "I only drink champagne." She answered. "No problem," he said and pulled out a bottle of Dom Perignon. "Will this do?" he asked with a grin. He produced two fluted champagne glasses, popped the cork and poured two glasses. "I'm going to change, why don't you get comfortable" he said to Her. He disappeared into the master bedroom, hitting a couple of switches as he moved across the room, which dimmed the lights, and started soft music playing. "He's playing right into My hands" She thought as She slipped out of Her red leather dress. She was standing there in Her red panties and leather bra, with a garter belt holding up Her stockings and revealed Her high heeled boots. Her huge muscular frame was clear for him to see She pulled up Her skin tight red leather gloves ready for action. He re-entered the room stripped to his shorts. His eyes were glued to Her breasts as he came to Her. "I like rough sex" Charlie said to Her. "I hope you do too, not that you have much choice at this point " "I love rough sex!" She replied. "Great!" He answered and slapped Her resoundingly across the face with his right hand. She staggered back a few steps and glared at him. "I'm warning you, don't try that again." She growled. "I love it when they resist" he exclaimed. "This is gonna be so much fun" "It will be fun alright, but for Me, not for you" She told him. He leaped at Her, reaching out with both hands. Instead of trying to avoid him, She stepped forward and buried Her right fist deep in his belly. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! The power of Her body combined with his forward momentum made it a frightfully effective punch. He was expecting anything but that, and his stomach felt like a pain bomb had exploded inside it. He stopped and pitched forward from the waist as the Woman's hard fist blasted into his unsuspecting gut. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! he groaned in abject agony. Before he knew what was happening, She whipped Her left fist around and smashed it into his right eye, splitting the flesh around the eye and bruising the rest. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! His eye started quickly to swell and would be closed shortly. He staggered back and fell on his back. Trying to focus with his remaining good eye, for the first time he realized how muscular and powerful the Woman standing over him was. He could even see the veins running across the tops of Her biceps. She truly looked like She had been locked in the weight room training for at least six months. She flexed her biceps for Charlie and huge balls of hard muscle sprang up from Her arm. "You've picked the wrong woman, this time." She said. "I am here to put an end to your woman beating. I intended to teach you a lesson that you will never forget. You will remember it every time you look in a mirror, from now own. Your career in football will be at an end as you will not be able to stand properly again let alone kick a football!" What scared him was that She was speaking in a soft, conversational tone, like She was ordering a steak in a restaurant. Not at all like the vicious Avenger She was. "Time to get up, , My darling" Marcia said and pulled him to his feet. He swung a powerful right at Her, but She ducked under it, and Her followed up with an equally hard left which She easily blocked with Her right arm. Again Her left fist came around in a powerful left hook, smashing into his jaw, followed by another bomb from Her right exploding in his belly. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! He again pitched forward. She caught him with Her left hand and push him about half way up. He was still partially bent over with his chin sticking out. "Perfect" She thought. She stepped back and brought a thunderous uppercut with Her right fist, smashing under the point of chin. His feet lifted off the floor, and he sailed over backwards. He hit the floor and never moved, having been knocked unconscious by this beautiful, muscular Black Woman. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! She looked down with satisfaction at the results of Her fistic assault. "Too bad for you, , but we are just getting started. I hope you enjoy your short nap." She picked up Her champagne glass and took a big gulp. Then She made Her way into the kitchen and found a pitcher. She filled it with water and came back into the living room. had not moved from where he had fallen. His right eye was now complete closed and the flesh around it was a mixed blue and purple. Blood was seeping from where Her hard fist had split the skin around it, and also from his mouth, the result of Her two potent belly punches. She took the handcuffs from Her waist that She always carried and tied his hands up securely. He looked like he was going to be out for quite a while as a stream of blood was now moving across the room, so She, feeling the need to urinate, went into the bathroom. Next She did a quick search of his bedroom. She found all kinds of whips and paddles along with handcuffs. She picked up the pitcher of water and dumped it in his face. "Come on, Bobby baby, time to wake up." 'YOU NEED TO FEEL SOME MORE PAIN YOU BASTARD!!'