Jazzmon's Exciting Week
By Jazzmon



When I opened the door to my apartment I could see all of the
blinking message lines. I have so many enterprises going on,
that I had to get separate lines for each of them. There is
the video company that I own and my website. I do sessions
and even though I have continually raised the price for them
the demand is greater than ever. I do undercover work for a
private investigator, and investigative work for a group of
lawyers. Recently I have added two new businesses. I do
bodyguard work, and the most recent activity is that I beat
up people for money. When I first started do do that, I tried
to make sure that the person who was to be beaten up really
deserved it, but I realized that there are two sides to every
story, so now I just take the money and give the beating. I
doesn't bother me to do it as long as I am well paid. Maybe I
do have a sadistic streak as many people have accused me of
having. There were three messages when I got home. One was
from a guy who wanted me to beat him up on a video. I don't
always understand why anyone would willingly want me to
basically destroy him with my fists, but there are several of
them out there as evidenced by the number of videos of this
type that I have on the market. The second was from a very
wealthy man who's son was having a problem with some gang
members at school, and he wanted me to escort his son to and
from school and protect him from the gang bangers. The third
was from a woman who wanted someone beaten up. "Put him in
the hospital" is what she said on the message. I sat down on
the sofa and replayed the messages. I decided that I would
try to work all three of them into my schedule.

I had just come off an assignment for the private
investigator involving a computer software company and I had
been well paid for that assignment. Since then, I have been
taking it easy, just maintaining my website and training in
the gym. I have been thinking about entering a bodybuilding
contest in a few months, so I really want to get bigger. I
called the video guy first. He said he was nervous about this
but he really wanted to do it. He went on to explain what he
wanted me to do to him. I was surprised about how violent he
wanted the video to be. I told him that black eyes and
bruises on his belly heal in a very short time. But a broken
nose and especially a broken jaw require medical attention,
and if I knock out a few of his teeth as he requested, a
dentist is necessary also. He restated that he really wanted
to do all of that. I explained to him that he would have to
sign a waiver relieving me of any liability regarding his
injuries and he said he would. We decided that a weekend
would be best to do this. I told him he would need time to
heal and he said he had one month's vacation so that should
be enough. We agreed to do everything else by email, and set
the date for the video shooting. I know my cameraman will be
excited about this, he really likes to see me use me fists.
Second, I called Mr. John Van Houten to gather information
about the situation regarding his son and the gang. He
basically wanted me to escort his son to school and deal with
the gang any way I saw fit. The amount of money he was
offering for this service was mind boggling. Third and last I
called the woman who wanted a man beaten up. Her name was
Terri Joseph, and she was an investment banker. I thought at
first it was a woman who's boyfriend had jilted her and she
wanted revenge on him, but that was not the case. This man
had gotten close to her, said he would marry her then stolen
most of her money. She apparently had plenty left because my
services are not cheap. She had been not only swindled but
embarrassed and a woman in her position cannot afford to be
embarrassed like that. She went into great detail what she
wanted done to the man whose name was Raymond Edwards. Again
she ended with "Put him in the hospital!" It looks like my
fists and muscles will be working overtime this week. I
decided it was time to go to the gym for a workout. I changed
clothes, got in my car and drove to the gym.

Today was arm day, biceps and triceps. I needed a good
workout, I was planning to enter a bodybuilding contest and I
needed to grow even bigger. I did dumbbell curls first,
finishing off with two sets with fifty pounders after warming
up with 30's. Next I did wide grip barbell curls with 80, 90,
then 100 pounds. Then I repeated the exercise with a narrow
grip. To finish off my biceps I did curls with the high
pulley machine. I looked in the mirror and saw large
mountains of muscle rising up on my arms with a large vein
running down the center of my biceps. When I finished my
biceps were really burning, but I had a great pump, and on
top of being huge the muscle was hard as iron. My triceps
came next. I did push downs with the rope, skull crushers
with a 70 pound barbell and triceps kickbacks with 40
pounders. When I finished My triceps looked like a horseshoe
had been implanted under my skin, large and hard. I felt
good, and looked good. I drove home, showered and got
something to eat. I then looked up the gang that had been
harassing Johnny Van Houten at school. They were called the
Rover Boys and had a long and violent history in the area.
This was going to be fun straightening out these punks. I
turned out the light and went to sleep.

The next morning I got dressed to meet the limo that was
taking young Johnny to school. He was fourteen years old and
seemed to be a nice kid. I wore a plaid halter top, denim
shorts and work boots with white socks. I covered up with a
denim jacket and went out to wait for the limo. It was
exactly on time. The driver got out and opened the door for
me. I explained my plan to Johnny as we drove to school. We
pulled into the parking lot and Johnny got out and headed for
the school. I waited in the car. When Johnny was about half
way there, two boys stopped him. They appeared to be much
bigger and older than Johnny. I would bet they were too old
to even be in school here. The two gang bangers were one
white and one black. They began to shove Johnny around. I got
out of the car and strode over to them. Neither of them saw
me, and they continued to abuse Johnny. Finally I said, "Why
don't you pick on some one a little closer to your size?"
They looked around for the first time. "What did you say,
bitch?" the white punk said. "That's Ms. Bitch to you,
asshole" I answered. I slowly removed my jacket. I could hear
them gasp as they saw my muscles for the first time. "God,
look at them muscles" the white thug said. "Muscles or not,
she's still a bitch no woman can take us" The black punk
said. He pulled a switchblade knife out of his pocket and
opened it with a loud click. I wrapped my jacket around my
left arm and moved toward the guy with the knife, since he
could be the most dangerous. He lunged forward and slashed at
me with the knife. I managed to take it on my jacket so all
it did was cut the cloth. Damn, that guy was quick. He
prepared to come at me again when I surprised him by going
forward myself. He wasn't ready for that. My foot shot out
and my work boot hit his knife arm. the knife went flying as
his arm broke with a loud crack. He grabbed his arm and began
to whine. I grabbed his broken arm and twisted it. He
screamed as the bones ground together. I drove my right fist
deep into his belly. He wasn't ready for that. He started to
fold up around my fist. "Oh no, punk. You can't go down yet.
I drove my fist straight into his nose, breaking it. I could
feel it crunch under my hard fist. Blood spurted everywhere.
I caught him as he started to fall and held him in place. I
smashed my fist into his jaw, knocking him out. I turned
toward the second punk and he was just frozen there. I
grabbed his shirt and brought my knee driven by my powerful
thigh into his testicles. He turned green and started down. I
smashed him in the jaw, knocking him out also. The first one
was beginning to come around so I bent down next to him. I
took his hair in my left hand and pulled his head up."If I
ever hear that you bums have even looked at Johnny again,
I'll come back and find you, and this will seem like a picnic
compared to what I'll do to you then. Do you understand me?"
"Yes ma'am" he said. "Good" I said and hammered his jaw
again, knocking him out again, an maybe breaking it. I looked
at Johnny and told him to go to school and just let me know
if he had anymore trouble with these two. I got back in the
limo and saw that the driver had a big grin on his face. I
ignored it and told him to take me home.

It was only 9:30 a.m. when I arrived back at my apartment, so
I called Terri Joseph. I told her that I was having second
thoughts about beating up Raymond Edwards. She immediately
upped her offer considerably. If you ever want to know what
motivates me the answer is simple, money. She was now
offering me twenty five thousand dollars to take care of
Raymond Edwards. My second thoughts went right out the window
for that kind of money. I arranged to meet her later on that
day to get all the information that I would need to carry out
my assignment. Next I called my cameraman and told him about
the prospective video. He is really a lot more than just my
cameraman, he is among other things, my mentor and advisor.
He is the man who taught me how to properly throw a punch, so
we are quite close. He was excited as i knew he would be. He
loves to watch me use my fists, that is his little fetish,
even to the point of wanting me to punch him in the belly
every once in a while. I had time before I was to meet Terri
Joseph so I decided this was a good time to go to the gym.
Today was leg day. I did my usual leg routine which included
squats with 275 pounds, leg presses with 750 pounds and leg
extensions with the whole rack, 240 pounds. I even did a
couple of hamstring exercises while I was there, and finished
it off with thirty minutes on the treadmill. I went home
showered, ate lunch and took a nap.

When I awoke from my nap it was time to get ready for the
night's activity. I chose a sexy black dress with spaghetti
straps that exposed my shoulders and arms and black pumps
with five inch heels. Strangely enough, I can fight better in
heels that I can in flat shoes or barefoot. I drove to meet
Terri at a restaurant that we had decided on earlier. She was
already there when I arrived. I ordered dinner, when I am
training as hard as I am now, I always seem to be hungry. She
gave me all the information I needed to find Raymond Edwards'
apartment and a picture of him. She handed me a briefcase
with half of my money in it and we made arrangements to meet
back here when it was over. I took the briefcase and left. I
followed the directions and drove directly to Edwards'
apartment building. I rode the elevator up to the eleventh
floor where his apartment was located. I went to his door and
rang the bell. I knew that he was looking out the peephole in
the door, and wondered what this gorgeous woman was doing at
his door. He opened the door a crack, I could see that the
chain was still hooked. "What do you want?" he asked. "I have
a present for you." I answered in my sexiest voice. He
cautiously removed the chain and opened the door. "I'm the
present" I told him. "Somebody had paid me to come here
tonight." His eyes almost bugged out as they took in my face,
hair, large breasts, tiny waist, and powerful upper body.
With the five inch heels I towered over him. He was not a bad
looking man, so I could tell how Terri was taken in by him. I
put my large purse down on the bar in his living room. I took
out a pair of leather gloves and slowly pulled them on "Let's
get started" he said. "If that is what you want, okay" I
responded. I slowly walked toward him, I almost floated. When
I was right in front of him, I suddenly whipped my left fist
around in a vicious hook that slammed into his right eye. His
head snapped around. I followed up with a right hook to his
other eye. He was going to have a beautiful pair of black
eyes as a result of that. He started to say something but I
cut him off with a ripping uppercut into his soft belly, he
went up on his toes and started to gag. I caught his shirt in
my left hand and drove another ripper into his belly, even
harder than the first one. I let go of his shirt and stepped
back. He began to puke. He fell to his knees and then pitched
forward, face first into his own pool of vomit. I let him lay
there for a few minutes then I took his right arm in my hands
and stretched it out straight. I brought it down across my
knee, hearing it break with a loud crack. Raymond screamed
with the pain. I got him to his feet, and smashed his nose
with a powerful right. Blood was all over his clothes and
dripping on to his beautiful white carpet. I began to smash
my fists into his mouth alternating lefts and rights. I could
feel his teeth begin to break and crumble under those two
sledgehammers. Soon his teeth were either on the floor, on
his shirt, or hanging from his mouth by a thin thread of
tissue. I blasted a straight right directly into his front
teeth shearing them off cleanly at the gum line. He was about
done for at this point. I grasped his shirt in my left hand
to hold him up and sent another savage punch into his belly.
as his head came forward I released his shirt and brought an
uppercut up from the floor, breaking his jaw and knocking him
backward through the air. He slammed into the wall on the fly
and slid down to the floor. He had been out cold before he
even left the floor. I stepped over to my purse and took out
a small Polaroid camera and began to take pictures of his
face. Both eyes were swollen shut, his nose was crushed and
blood was still flowing from his nose and mouth and soaking
into his white carpet. I pulled a zip lock bag out of my
purse and gathered up his teeth in it. Somehow I felt like I
should do more, so I stomped on his left hand with my heel,
shattering the bones in it. When I got back to my car, I saw
a pay phone in the parking lot. I called 911 and told them
that I had heard sounds of a bad fight coming from that
apartment and that they should send someone to check it out.
I got in my car and drove to meet Terri. She was waiting for
me again. Once more I ordered food. Terri happened to glance
down at my gloves and noticed that they were blood soaked.
When she mentioned that, I quickly took them off. I had
forgotten all about them, the fit so tightly that I didn't
even realize that I still had them on. I showed her the
pictures and she was very happy. When I handed her the zip
lock bag with the teeth in in at first she didn't recognize
what they were. When she figured out that they were Raymond
Edwards' teeth she was thrilled. She promised me an extra
bonus. After we ate, I took the rest of my money and drove
home. It had been a tiring day with two beatings sandwiched
around a tough workout in the gym. However, I needed to check
my email before going to bed. There was a message from Mike,
the video guy, with all of his flight information. I showered
and went to bed.

Saturday morning came bright and sunny. I drove to the
airport to pick up Mike. I had asked for a picture and he had
scanned one to me, but he said he would recognize me. As I
walked down the concourse, I thought I spotted him and he was
heading straight for me. It was indeed Mike. We picked up his
luggage and headed for the hotel room I had rented for the
occasion. I called my cameraman on the cell phone and told
him where we would be. I spent the next few minutes actually
trying to talk Mike out of this, but he was adamant. "I have
always had this fantasy about being severely beaten by a
beautiful and muscular woman, and when I found you website I
knew it had to be you to do it." I finally stopped trying to
dissuade him and we discussed a scenario. "I don't use
scripts, it is too hard for actors who are not professionals
to remember lines or to say them convincingly. I use a
scenario and we just go from there so there is no real
acting" Mike agreed. I was using the Embassy Suites because
they have large rooms and I could use the separate bedroom to
change and to hide extra equipment. I asked Mike if he had
any special requests, and he wanted me to do most of the
video in just bra and panties. I have shot several videos
dressed like that so I said ok. I would start out dressed
because the scenario called for me to come into my room and
catch him burglarizing it, then take off my dress. We were
all set when the cameraman arrived. I could tell he was
excited about the prospects of seeing me in action again. He
got the camera angles set up and told me we could start
anytime. I went out into the hallway and Mike started going
through the drawers. I came in the door and demanded to know
who he was and what he was doing in my room. He was pretty
original because he said he was from maintenance and was
there to fix the television. Of course I then discovered that
he had been going through all of my stuff and the fight was
on. I punched him all over the room. The cameraman was hand
holding the camera to keep up with the action better. We cut
for a minute, and he tried to talk Mike out of continuing,
however Mike was determined to hold on until the end. We
resumed and I continued to punch Mike around the room. I had
held back in the beginning, not punching him real hard, but
as time wore on and I knew that we were getting enough
footage I began to punch much harder. The camerman gave me
the signal that we did have enough footage, so we cut for
just a second. Mike was in no condition to participate in the
quick discussion about how to end the video. We resumed
shooting, I belly punched him, brought a big right cross
around smashing into his jaw, knocking him out. The cameraman
came over and stood right above Mike shooting his face which
was a mass of welts and bruises. "Blood sells videos" he
grinned at me as he shot five minutes of Mikes bloody face
and then a few shots of his teeth which were scattered around
the room. When he had all of the shots of poor Mike that he
needed, he had me do a flexing show for a few minutes.
"Muscles also sell videos" he said. He really knows this
business, because I have followed his advice and my video
company had become very successful. We loaded Mike into a car
and took him to the emergency room. As we had agreed, we told
them we had found him on the street in this condition. While
they were occupied with Mike, we slipped out of the hospital.
I checked on Mike continually but he healed quickly. When he
was ready to go home I drove him back to the airport. He
actually said he wanted to do this again in a few months, it
was all he wanted it to be and more. I can never understand
people. Why anyone would willingly want to be savagely beaten
like that, I will never be able to figure out. My mentor and
cameraman was right. This video became a very big seller, I
still get many orders for it every week. This was the end of
a very exciting week for me a lot of fighting, and making a
lot of money. In other words, a very good week.