By Arby
The sun had set. Twilight had
descended, Jazzmon noticed as she looked up
from her computer and
glanced out the window. There was a knock on the
front
door. Since she was in the house by herself, she was hesitant
to
answer it. There had been several robberies lately, and
everybody was a
little nervous. The knock became more insistent
and the doorbell started to
ring. Reluctantly she walked to the
door, and looked out the peephole.
There was a youngish man,
probably in his early thirties neatly dressed in a
short sleeved shirt
and tie and khakis. "He looks harmless enough" she
thought as she
opened the door. The young man earnestly introduced himself
as
Charlie Hughes, and he was selling long term care insurance.
Jazzmon
allowed him to get inside the front door. Almost
immediately his demeanor
changed. He became first more assertive
then aggressive. Jazzmon was
dressed in a tee shirt that she had
torn to fit her, and shorts. Charlie
slyly smiled at her as said,
"Why don't you give me a little". Jazzmon was
getting
angry. "A little what?" she asked. "You know," replied
Charlie.
"A little stuff, a little tail, or what ever you want to
call it." As he
was speaking he reached inside the leather
portfolio he was carrying and
produced a gun. Jazzmon was
speaking as he did this. "Get out of my house
you weasel!
Right now!" She stopped when she saw the gun. "I guess
I'll
just have to take what I want." Charlie said pointing the gun at
her. "Go
into your bedroom and put on something sexy. I
like for my women to wear
sexy clothes." Jazzmon looked at
the gun and at Charlie. Thinking that he
was the man who had
committed the crimes in the neighborhood, she thought
that she
had no choice but to comply. "Leave the door open."
Charlie
ordered. Jazzmon selected the outfit that she
thought would be appropriate
for her. Black leather. A
black leather halter top, a black leather mini
skirt, and black leather
boots She slipped on a pair of black leather
fingerless
gloves. When she re-entered the room she was three
inches
taller than she had been before she went in to get
dressed. Charlie was
impressed. her broad shoulders were
bare, her large deltoids very
prominent. Her arms were bulging
with hard muscle. Those shoulders
tapered down to a tiny,
hard, rippling,waist. "Turn around" Charlie ordered
waving the
gun around. Jazzmon slowly turned. As she turned her
profile
made her large breasts look like two footballs. Now
Charlie had a view of
her wide back which made her waist look even
smaller then before. He could
see her large, muscular thighs
clenching and relaxing under the short
leather skirt. "I've
hit the jackpot" Charlie thought. "This will be the
best
lay I've ever had." He put his portfolio down. "Turn back"
he
commanded. As Jazzmon turned Charlie's eyes were again drawn
to her huge
breasts. He was almost drooling. He had failed
to notice that Jazzmon had
moved closer to him with each turn that she
made. Now she was standing
right in front of him. Suddenly
her foot shot out and slammed up between his legs.
Charlie gasped and
was overcome by the pain and nausea radiating from his
smashed
testicles. Jazzmon took his gun hand in both of hers and
wrenched
it high up behind his back, driving her foot into his armpit
at the same
time. She continued to twist Charlie's arm until a
loud crack filled the
room and the gun fell from the nerveless fingers
of his broken arm. Charlie
fell to his knees in pain.
"Asshole!" Jazzmon spat at him. "Do you know
what I wear this
outfit to do? Well, it's to beat the crap out of jerks
like
you. But wait a minute." She had a video camera set up, and
she
rushed over and turned it on. "You are about to make your
first commercial
video, Charlie. I hope you like
it"
With the tape rolling, she grabbed Charlie by the hair and pulled
him to his
feet. Jazzmon turned her shoulders and hips and
ripped her right fist deep
into Charlie's belly. She
dropped her hand to his shoulder to get better
balance and more room to
swing, then proceeded to rip ten more punches deep
into his stomach,
each one more vicious that the previous one. Charlie was
gagging
and puking. "Now look at the mess that you have made on my
nice
clean floor." Jazzmon said. She had let Charlie fall to his
knees again,
and he collapsed into his own vomit.
Jazzmon took Charlie's tie and wiped
the refuse off his face, then
stood him up again. "No, we need a different
camera angle" she
said. Jazzmon turned Charlie so that they were sideways
to the
camera. She started flicking left jabs at his nose and eyes.
Soon
his nose was dripping blood and the tissue around his eyes was
starting to
swell. Still she kept it up, jab, jab, jab. Charlie's
head was rocking back
and forth in rhythm with her fist.
Suddenly Jazzmon changed tactics and
buried her right fist in his belly
again. Charlie folded in half gagging
again. Jazzmon
brought a full power left hook directly into his nose. She
could
feel the cartilage break under her hard, leather encased fist and
blood
squirted on the black leather halter. "Damn, Charlie, do you have
to
bleed all over me?' Now her right fist crashed into his mouth,
breaking
teeth as her hard knuckles slammed home on her target.
Five more hammering
blows with that hard instrument of destruction and
most of his teeth were
either broken off or knocked out. Jazzmon
made sure to split both of his
lips for the camera. Blood was
everywhere. Now back to his eyes with hard
smashes with both
fists, soon bruising the soft tissue around and under his
eyes so that
they would be swollen shut. Jazzmon dragged Charlie over
to
the camera. "Close up time, Charlie my sweet" she said.
She held Charlie
so that the camera was in close on his battered
face. Both eyes were now
discolored and completely shut, his nose
was squashed flat, and his lips
were swollen to more than three time
their normal size, with teeth hanging
out of his mouth or imbedded in
his lips her was a frightening looking
sight. "Now for your
big finish, Charlie your climatic scene." Jazzmon
said. She
could feel the wetness between her legs as she had become
stimulated
from her destruction of Charlie. She held him so that his
face
was sideways to the camera. "I need you to bend over just a
bit more, honey
pie" she said. With that she once again blasted
her fist into Charlie's
stomach. Jazzmon caught him before
he fell. She positioned his head just
where she wanted
it. She turned her body away and brought up the hardest,
most
brutal uppercut she was capable of. CCRRAACCKKK!!! It exploded
under
Charlie's chin. A spray of blood came out of his mouth, and
two more teeth
actually flew out of his mouth in the spray.
Charlie flew over backward his
feet leaving the floor and fell in an
unconscious heap. "God, that will
look great in slow motion,"
Jazzmon thought. She quickly backed up the tape
and watched in
fascination as she could see her shoulders and hips turn away
from
Charlie. Then she stepped forward with her left foot and her
body
started to unwind and her hard, black leather covered fist came
into the
picture. It smashed under Charlie's chin and did
not even slow down, but
continued on in a high
follow-through. "Wow" was all she could say as she
saw the
blood and teeth come flying out of Charlie's mouth, then he vaulted
up
in the air and fell on his back, unconscious as a result of her
monstrous
punch. Jazzmon grabbed the camera and zoomed in on Charlies'
disfigured,
demolished face. "This thing will sell like
hotcakes!" Jazzmon crowed.
Still standing in front of the camera she
peeled off the blood soaked gloves
and held them away from her
body. Charlie's blood still dripped from them.
She picked up the phone to call the police and report that
the
neighborhood burglar and tried the wrong house this
time.