JIMP#26: Leggy and Lusty - a Lap dancing Strip O'Gram defends herself
By Jimp
Policewoman strip o'gram is forced to lay out 2 men + destroy a 3rd


The following story contains descriptions of sex and violence. If this offends
you or if you are under the legal age of consent in your country do not read
on. Although based on real people, names have been changed to protect the
innocent. Any other likeness to anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental.

(c) JIM P 2011

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The Evil One stirred and spoke to her aide. "What progress on Operation Ground
and Pound?".

"Following the Bank's failure with the importation of slave labour, we've
increased the influx of underpaid migrant workers. British workers displaced
are being forced to build the 20 workhouses so far commissioned or lose their
benefits. Their families are held hostage to keep them quiet. The ex-military
officers we're shipping in to oversee construction are given powers of
termination".

The Evil One smiled. "Excellent. And when they're finished, they and their
filthy flea ridden families will become the first inmates". Her voice
tightened into a strangulated screech that rose in volume. "The working class
scum in this country will soon be on its knees begging for forgiveness". She
thumped the table. "But we won't show them mercy. We'll soon bring back
Victorian values even if it kills the snivelling bastards".

**** Ian Holland ***

I'm getting married in the morning. After 5 years courting Patricia, she's
agreed to marry me. Tonight my elder brother George has organised my stag
night.

We're in The Crown and Stag having a good time getting absolutely plastered
when in walks this Woman Police Constable. The plain looking WPC is wearing
the regulation black jacket, with metal buttons all done up, shoulder
epaulettes and walky talkie. Under the neck, I can see a crisp white blouse
with a black and white chequered tie. On her head is a brimmed hat with
checkerboard band and badge. At first I thought this was a strip o'gram, but
instead of a mini-skirt and high heels, she wore a long black skirt coming
down to her knees with two inverted front pleats. She also wore low-heeled
black shoes and sheer black nylons over long shins.

As she walked over to my chair, I admired her figure. I like a woman in
uniform and this one stood about 5'9" with a long slender body. "Excuse me
gentlemen but are any of you the owner of the black Mercedes parked out
front?" she asked in a pleasant voice with a touch of a common accent.

"Yeah, it's mine" I said. "I hope you are not thinking of driving, sir" she
said sternly. She seemed to be in her early 30's and slightly severe looking.
Her sandy blonde hair was swept back behind her ears and curled around her
neck to her shoulders.

"I'll be fine, love, I've only had a few pints" I said. "I think you've had
too many and strongly recommend that one of your friends who hasn't been
drinking drives" she said firmly. Yeah as if all my mates weren't as pissed as
I was. Her face was long and narrow ending in a strong rounded chin.

"Besides, your car is parked illegally and causing an obstruction" she told
me. A lovely pair of blue eyes stared at me. They were pretty eyes, small and
slender set beneath slim blonde eyebrows. A pair of wire-framed spectacles sat
atop a thick yet sleek convex curving nose, magnifying their impact. The more
she stared at me, the more appealing I found them. They were warming the
cockles of my groin. However the specs on her long face and flat cheeks made
her look a bit of a dork especially with that stern expression on her small
mouth.

"Yeah I'll move it later" I replied, getting irritated. "I strongly advise you
not to, Sir" she sternly. Looking up from where I sat, I noticed that her
mouth was small and lovely. This sat above a generous dimpled chin. Her upper
lip is quite deep with a pronounced cleft and protruded slightly giving a
natural pout to her mouth that made it very kissable. Actually, she wasn't bad
looking for working class. I wouldn't mind getting my hands on that uniformed
body and kissing that tiny mouth while gazing into her lovely eyes.

"Look love, it's my stag night. Why don't you join us? We could do with a bit
of company from a such a lovely woman" I said turning on the charm.

"I'm sorry sir, but you leave me no choice" she said. Her fingers moved to the
silver buttons of her jacket and started to undo them. "I'm going to have to
bring the full weight of the law upon you" she told me, my mates cheering and
jeering as she opened her jacket. She was the stripper all along, she really
had me fooled!.

I was face to face with a white blouse tightly following the contours of a
good-sized chest. Phroar She's got a nice rack, wide, full and thrusting. That
really stirred my groin.

Standing before my seat, WPC babe lifted her leg and placed her foot between
my legs. Her shoe pressed firmly on my todger. Hitching up her skirt, I was
confronted by the sight of a long shapely calve sheathed in shiny sheer black
nylon leading to an ever increasing amount of thigh. Her hands moved higher to
reveal the telltale band of black stocking top with a glimpse of bare flesh
and suspender belt. Wow, she's got great legs.

"You can't escape the long legs of the law" she said. She made a show of
adjusting her stockings and suspenders whilst rotating her leg one way then
the other. Her foot also twisted, rubbing against my manhood. Orr that felt
good! I was mesmerised by her long beautiful legs and my cock was responding
to the sight and the foot job. "I feel I have the nub of the problem
underfoot" she said, sensing my arousal.

I run my hands up her lower leg from her ankle to her knee, enjoying the feel
of her long beautiful curved calf. It feels so good that I keep stroking the
long firm semi-tear drop of muscle. Suddenly the muscle twitches under my palm
then moves out of reach. Deliberately her foot slid down my man stick. All the
while, she keeps staring at me with those magnified eyes and firm smile on her
lovely thin lips. "That's fixed that" she said. I was surprised that this
gawky looking woman was actually arousing me.

Standing before me the leggy policewoman started to circle her hips in a very
erotic manner to the noisy appreciation of my mates. Taking small steps and
maintaining eye contact with me, the blonde turned around slowly, smoothly
blending the movement into her dance. Looking over her shoulder, her hips kept
circling. Looking at her stocking seams, I noticed that her calves were quite
thick and toned, the muscle moving under her skin in a sexy manner as she
danced.

As she turned back towards me, her hips still gyrating, the jacket slid from
her shoulders and fell to floor. I admired her full rack swaying gently as she
removed her tie. My god, she's not wearing a bra! Her boobs were jerking
around like unleashed ferrets up her blouse and I could see her erect nipples.

Suddenly her boobs thrust out towards me and started wobbling quickly from
side to side. Orrrrrr my god. "Like them don't you?" she asked. "Phoar yeah" I
replied. "Why don't you take a closer look?" she said and moved into the space
between my knees. Standing with her legs straight, still keeping eye contact,
she leant forward.

Her blouse fell open and I had full view of a pair of beautiful boobs and
erect nipples. Orrrr god this is so sexy, she was really getting me going. The
swinging breasts moved closer until my nose was nestled in her cleavage. Mmmm
mmmmm mmmmm. "You have to make a clean breast of it" I heard her pun. I
relished being between these beauties, raising my hands to grab hold of them.
Firm hands grabbed my own and slammed them to the side of the chair. "You can
look, but don't touch" she murmured. I was shocked by how strong her arms
were. She had effortlessly forced my hands down and firmly pinned them. For
added effect, her boobs brushed my cheeks and mouth from side to side then
stroked the end of my nose with a nipple. Oh god she really had my motor
running.

Standing up, the blouse fell back covering her assets. The blonde resumed her
sexy gyrations and keeping her cock-warming stare. Suddenly, to my amazement,
she lifted the hem of her skirt before her leg shot high into the air knocking
the cap off her head with great force. My god what an incredible kick, such
flexibility. For a fleeting moment I had an eyeful of the full length of her
sexy long legs, stockings and suspenders with small white thong briefs
covering her crotch. The movement made my groin lurch strongly.

Her leg dropped to the floor and she smoothly resumed her erotic grinding
dance, slowly turning and moving towards me yet fixing me with her magnified
gaze. Before my chair once more, she turned her back to me. Her skirt hitched
up over her backside giving me a close up of a compact backside wearing a
thong. To the loud cheers of my mates, the buttocks moved erotically as her
hips ground. The backs of her legs looked great too in their shiny sheer
nylons, with well-shaped hamstrings and well-toned calves. She lent forwards,
looked back at me coquettishly, and stroked her sexy buttocks then gave it a
light slap that made me smile.

Still with her back to me, she gently swayed from her ankles and gradually
opened her legs. Slowly she bent over so that her sexy bottom was brazenly
pointing at me. Oh god what a sexy peach of an arse, phroar I wouldn't mind
sticking me dick up that!.

Bending one knee to the side, she straightened the other out to the other
side. Gliding her hands up the straight leg and looking over her shoulder at
me, she slapped her bottom hard then repeated this on the other side. Corrrr.
I joined in the calls of appreciation. This woman's got a great backside.

Out the corner of my eye, I see Joe reach out to touch her bottom as it shakes
and grinds in front of me. Swiftly she stands up, turns and smoothly powers
her knee hard into his balls. Seamlessly resuming her sexy hip-circling dance,
Joe fell to the floor, puked and passed out.

I started to get out of my chair to help but found a foot on my chest. Looking
along an expanse of black nylon, I saw sleek muscles in her thigh bulge as I
felt a strong force focussed through her foot pressing me back firmly into my
seat. "Stay put and watch the show boy" the sexy legged stripper told me.

I was about to say something but froze when I looked into her glaring eyes and
stern mouth. Returning her foot to the floor, she stood in front of me with
her feet slightly more than hip-width apart and her toes turned out. Her hips
began to gyrate in a wide circle with her back arched. Slowly she bent her
knees, grinding down, thrusting out her crotch and hitching her skirt.
Phorrrrr what sensational legs. Slowly she ground and thrust until she was in
a very low crouch, her smooth inner thighs on full show with sleekly bulging
hams and firm toned calves. Sheer black nylon and suspender belts thrust and
circled in front of my face as well as her panty covered crotch. Long calve
muscles bunched and flexed as she almost ground herself into the ground then
slowly unwound up again, continually undulating her hips and dancing
erotically. I was sporting a huge boner. The gawky woman had me hard as a
rock.

A drunken Billy tried to grab her but she turned and he walked straight into a
ferocious high kick that snapped his head back savagely. Smoothly her foot
returned to the floor as she danced away as though nothing had happened.
Behind her Billy hit the deck and didn't move.

I went to stand but again was met by her foot on my chest. A strong surge of
power and I was sitting again. Before I could move she was between my legs,
close to the chair. Nylon clad knees squeezed into the space between my crotch
and the edge of the chair. I felt a slight pressure against my groin as her
knee gently pushed against me.

Leaning, the spectacled woman opened her blouse and shoved her full dangling
breasts in my face. Then I felt her blow gently in my ear and whisper, "I
could have ripped his head off with that kick". Suddenly a wet tongue was
licking me around my ears. My dick was going ballistic; I thought I was going
to explode. Then she stopped with a long lick along the side of my face that
left me with an absolute acher that strained painfully against my tight
trousers.

I reached out and rubbed her thighs. "Oh god, you're sexy" I moaned. Then I
looked up into her stern disapproving stare and remembered how she had laid
out Joe and Billy. Quickly I removed my hands and saw a knowing smile on her
kissable mouth. "Good move" she said then resumed her dance.

The skirt hit the floor and she lost the shoes. All she was wearing was an
unbuttoned white blouse under which her unfettered breasts jiggled and heaved
in a manner that went straight to my libido, and small white thong briefs that
showed off her sensational long legs, lovely hips and sexy buttocks.

In a sudden blur of motion her long leg flashed before my eyes in another
awesome high kick that me jump back into my seat in alarm. This time she
caught the foot and held her incredibly long legs in an amazing standing
front-splits. Her tiny white briefs were in front of my eyes, which travelled
up the beautiful long limb. From the bare flesh of her buttocks and upper
thigh, my eyes drank in the sheen of her nylons and seam of her stockings that
travelled over the long bulge of taut hamstring. Along her lengthy calve
muscle, which was positioned right against her head, I saw her gaze at me
sternly. "Imagine what I could do in bed" she said. My dick lurched strongly
with those words; visions of the positions I could take her in came to mind.

The leggy blonde climbed onto the chair and crouched over my groin. Her crotch
ground and thrust millimetres above my boner. Corr I really wanted to get
inside that love nest and take her good. "Are you looking at my crotch?" she
asked needlessly. "Take a closer look". To my surprise she climbed onto my
shoulders and shoved her crotch hard against my nose and mouth. I could hear
the cheers as my lips were pressed against her sex. Mmmmm mmmmm. Oh god this
feels good, although a bit snuffly to breathe. Arghh she's squeezing my head
with her legs. Arghh it hurts. In alarm I raise my hands to her stockinged
thighs and feel strong, firm bands of muscle bulging as she squeezes tight.
She is saying something but I can't hear her over the pounding in my head.
God, her legs are strong. Arghhh an increased surge power blasts through my
skull and I feel dizzy.

The bands of leggy steel relax and I can breathe again as she slides down my
body. I feel the weight of her knees on top of my thighs. I shake my head to
try to clear the daze of her strong leggy clamp. The leggy minx lifts her
torso and I feel her knees sliding into the space in front of my crotch.
Slowly she slides all the way down my body, leaning forward showing me her
dangling boobs. Sliding until she is kneeling on the floor, her face is
between my legs close to my groin. Her thin lips part and a tongue flicks
around her small mouth suggestively. Oh god, how I'd love a BJ from that
gorgeous mouth. I just want to stick my dick in it, but there is a fierce look
in her eyes that stops me. I can see some of my mates looking lustfully at her
but warily not coming anywhere near. She stood up with her writhing thong clad
buttocks rising behind her. The rest of her followed like a stretching cat,
until she was standing, leaning over my lap shaking her dangling breasts and
once more flicking her tongue around her kissable mouth. I was really aching
for her but there was something about her fierce stern look that made my
nervous.

Standing up, she bumped and ground with her legs astride. She kept staring at
me, but rather than a seductive come-on, it was almost as if she were
challenging me. My mates kept their distance as another powerful high kick
scythed through the air.

Dancing into the triangle made by my open legs, she turned her near naked
backside towards me. God, she's got a great arse. The sexy peach lifted and
headed towards my face as she backed onto the chair. Mmmmm mmmmm. Warm
buttocks enveloped my face and pressed back hard. Luckily she smelt clean.
Forward and back, forward and back her small arse pushed my face before
rubbing it in circles.

The thong clad cheeks left my face and I watched as they lowered into my lap
lightly brushing my erection. Her sexy buttocks ground down gently, her hips
moving in a circular motion interspersed with forward-and-back moves. "Orrrrr"
I moaned as her arse stroked my dick. My god, I felt harder and bigger than I
had ever had before. Looking over her shoulder at me she said, "Have this one
on me, Ian".

I felt her wriggle around until my erection was pointing right along between
her arse cheeks. Then she started sliding back and forth. Oh my god, my dick
was so hard I was struggling not to blow.

Something gripped my dick and I saw that her glutes were clenched. It was like
my dick had been trapped between two boulders. Then they started flexing,
clenching and unclenching rhythmically. "Orrrrrrr" I moaned aloud to laughs
from my mates. It was like the biggest strongest hand job in the world and the
effects were startling. Oh god, oh god. I was huge, so huge and aching for
release. The powerful glutes flexed in a steady rhythm. "Ohhh" incredible, oh
god she's incredible. "Nnnnahh nnah nnahh nahh nnahh nahh" I came in huge long
spurts so strongly that my balls ached. The arse goddess got off my lap
quickly at the first spurt. I pumped so much in my trousers that I completely
messed them up. Jesus I feel so spent; I didn't have the energy to move.

The blonde with the spectacles and small kissable mouth leaned on my knees and
brought her face right up close to mine. Her magnified blue eyes burrowed into
my vision. "Tomorrow night on your honeymoon, when you make love to your new
wife, you will think of me. The one that brought you off so strongly without
having to take her knickers off". Her face moved to the side and I her felt
her tongue lick me around my ears for several moments. When she withdrew, my
groin was throbbing hard but I had no erection.

*** George Holland ***

I followed the whore. Her round firm buttocks stiffened my dick as she bent
over to scoop up her clothes. Turning, she bumped against me as I blocked her
path. "Oh, I'm sorry" she said. "I'm George Holland. If you wanted to get paid
follow me" I said. "I just need to pop these on" she said. "I won't repeat
myself. You will come with me now" I told her impatiently.

I led the slut through to the small room at the back of the pub used for card
games and to conduct private business.

I looked her up and down. She certainly had great legs. Long and slender,
shown off to stunning effect in sheer black nylon stockings and suspenders.
Her low-heeled policewoman's shoes didn't do much for her though. The small
white thong briefs showed off nice hips and I could see the cleft of her
pussy. Her white blouse was unbuttoned although frustratingly closed. She
wasn't bad looking although not as beautiful as the upper classes who frequent
my auction house.

Spectacles enlarged small blue eyes that stared at me, her small thin-lipped
mouth set firm. Actually she had very nice mouth. "That'll be #110 as agreed"
she said in a voice of the uneducated lower classes.

"I don't think so" I told her. "I'm deducting #30 for injuring two guests".
"They got in the way. Anyway the dance was just for your brother" she replied.
"I'm taking off #30 for not getting your kit off" I continued. "Are you
blind?" she opened her blouse. I gawped with a stiffening dick at the lovely
full breasts on display. Closing her blouse she said, "I gave your brother
more than a good eyeful and he seemed to like them".

"Very well I'll concede that. How many kids do you have?" I asked. I had
noticed faint stretch marks on her firm belly. "Five. Not that's any of your
business" she replied testily. "Not setting a good role model are you? I'm
deducting another #20 because of your age and looks". "What?" she gasped.
"Well you're not exactly a young sexy looking dolly bird are you?" I said with
a laugh. Her mouth tightened. I looked up and down her body then
re-considered. "Ok, I'll waive that. I admit you have very sexy legs and nice
breasts" I said graciously. "I didn't hear your brother complaining, he rather
enjoyed it" she said.

"Thank you for reminding me. That was disgusting what you did. Humiliating Ian
in front of all his mates. I'm deducting another #30 for that" I told her.
"It's not my fault he can't control his bodily functions" she protested.

"110 minus 60 is 50. #50 for your services" I said, reaching for my wallet. I
expected her to make a fuss but instead she raised a leg to the side, bent at
the knee. The long shapely stocking clad leg straightened and was raised until
she caught it and pulled it against the side of her head. Oh my word. I
actually dropped my wallet at the display of sexy flexibility. The effect of a
scantily clad woman doing a standing side split is so highly erotic that I was
throbbing hard. My eyes kept getting drawn down her amazing legs to her
crotch. "Your brother liked my legs. I think you do too" she said looking at
the bulge in the front of my trousers.

I moved up to her and ran the back of my hand along her long flat cheek.
"You'll probably look good with a touch of makeup. Probably quite pretty" I
told her softly, my dick throbbing as I looked into her stern eyes. "You have
great legs" I said. I moved my hands down to her blouse and opened it. "Nice
boobs as well. Perhaps you can find another way to earn back that money" I
said.

The slut slapped my hands away. "I'm a strip o'gram not a prostitute. Just
give me my money. All of it" she said angrily. "Do you know who I am?" I
snapped. "I'm a very important person. Very rich. I earn more money in a year
that your entire family ever would in a lifetime. I run a top auction house
with very exclusive clientele from the richest most powerful people around the
world" I stated. "You sound a bit of an arrogant snob if you ask me" she said.

Bitch!. I grabbed her and threw her against the wall. Mindful of how handy she
was with her legs, I pinned them with my thighs. I gave her a hard backhand
across the face. "You worthless common piece of filth" I cried. "If I want
you, I will have you. It's my right as a member of the upper middle class".

She opened her mouth to say something but I hit her with the back of my hand
again. "Speak when you're spoken to" I shouted. I slapped her face hard in the
other direction with my palm. She looked dazed so I pulled her torso forward,
crossed her arms behind her back then pulled the blouse down her upper arms to
her elbows. I then slammed my chest against her, pinning her back against the
wall.

I took her small chin in my hand and pressed my lips to her small firm mouth
and kissed it passionately. She tried to turn her head away but that made it
all the more exciting as my mouth rode her small thin lips. "You're a good
kisser love. I bet you give good head with that mouth. We'll find out soon" I
told her.

I kissed all the way down her long slim neck whilst fondling her breasts. All
the while she pleaded for me to stop. "Shut up. Tarts like you want it all the
time" I told her. My mouth went for her nipples, feeling them become erect
under the attentions of my tongue.

Despite her protests, I removed her glasses and threw them to the floor.
"That's much better. You don't look like a dork now" I said. Pinning her with
my chest, I pulled her lovely arse forward to slip her knickers over her hips.
I then bent at the knees, mindful to keep her legs pinned. Wrapping my arms
around her upper legs just under her buttocks, I lifted the screaming tart and
carried her to the gaming table.

I threw the slut onto the table then spread her legs, running my hands down
her thighs. Undoing my flies, I saw the tart bend her leg back against her
chest. I drank in the sight of her long elegantly sweeping calf. Jesus no!
Uncoiling her long leg, her foot shot towards my face. BAM! The sole of her
shoe hammered my face so hard that I felt my front teeth loosen and my nose
squash painfully. Arghh, I clutched my face feeling blood trickling from my
nose and my head reeling.

That was my second mistake. Boor! A size 8 foot powered deep into my gut. The
strength of the kick drove my backwards across the room while I creased up
around my middle.

"Those self-defence lessons came in handy" I heard her say as the cramp in my
gut and tightness in my chest prevented my breathing. Long curving calves
slide off the table, the sheen of black nylon making them even more alluring.
I fought against my body trying to uncurl and look up along her legs past the
stocking tops and suspender belts to her dark blonde bush.

"I know to handle a slimly rapist like you" she said. "arhh arhh" I gasped. I
forced myself to stand straight as the cramp weakened. My eyes travelled along
her long torso pass her sexy breasts to her face. She was trying to untangle
her arms from her blouse. I saw the opportunity but I hadn't quite recovered.
"I'm really going to make you suffer" she told me. There was a fierce look of
confidence in her eyes that sent chills down my spine. "Gaa gaa" I desperately
fought to re-inflate my lungs so I could teach her a lesson. "Oh have I given
you a bad tummy ache?" she taunted "Well this will take your mind off it".

In alarm, I tried to step back as she shifted her body weight. "Hai!" Her leg
flashed up high towards me. BAM! A foot smashed into my chin jerking my head
back sharply. The world exploded in bright colours, jagged lines and pain. My
legs lost the ability to work and I fell to one knee, my head spinning. Oh my
god, it felt like a horse had just kicked me.

"Get up and take your punishment like a man" she told me glaring at me. This
woman, totally naked apart from stockings and suspenders, looked so confident
it was scary. Strangely I still had a hard erection.

"Please no more" I gasped. Ow, my head hurt when I moved it. It felt like she
had almost decapitated me. "Tough. You started this and I'm going to finish
it" she replied.

Getting to my feet, I saw her step forward for another kick. "Hai!" she
yelled, causing my groin to contract. I flung my arms up as a blur of motion
headed straight for my head. The brief feel of sheer nylon around a large long
shapely calf sliding through my palms. BAM! My face felt like it had been hit
by a hammer. I staggered back, blood spurting from my nose and my teeth
aching.

"Hai!" the blood-chilling cry made me jump. I flung up my hands to protect my
face. WHAP! my palms smacked me hard in the face. Ow! The backs of my hands
stung badly and felt numb.

"Hai!" my groin twitched again. I had a brief glimpse of a long leg raised
high in the air, slightly bent and spinning towards me. BAM! In a blur of
sheer black nylon, the sole of her foot slammed into my cheek, whipping my
head to the other side so quickly that I saw stars.

"Hai!" a raised leg with bent knee bent snapped out. A blur towards my face
then her sole hammered me right between the eyes. My god, I can't take much
more of this. Her kicks are too strong.

"Hai!" a nervous twitch raised my arms. Ow, my forearms felt like someone had
swung a baseball bat at them. If that kick had connected with my face, I would
have been flat on my back out cold.

"Hai!". "Boorrrrph" her foot punched into my unprotected stomach. The power of
the kick lifted my feet clean from the floor, folding my body around her
deeply embedded foot. Badly winded, I felt my body fly backwards across the
room to land heavily on the floor. With tears in my eyes, I tried not to curl
into a ball around the cramp in my gut. Mouth opening and shutting
noiselessly, I fought the black swirl of dizziness that engulfed me.

I couldn't believe it. I've been many brawls with local scum and always my
brother and me came out trumps. But here I was been beaten helpless by a mere
female stripper and a common one at that. This couldn't be happening.

"Had enough? Too bad, I haven't finished with you yet" I heard her say. The
cramps in my stomach were painful, my lungs unable to pump any air. Trying to
force air in through my nose and to straighten my stomach, I tried to get to
my knees. Her kicks are much too strong for me. I had to avoid her
ridiculously long legs.

"Hai!" my groin lurched. Crippled in winded agony, I watched helplessly as her
leg lashed out like she was going to kick a football rather than my head. Out
of fright, my hands came up and by sheer chance caught her foot. I winced at
the stinging pain. Breathing raggedly and shallowly, I yanked her foot over my
shoulder causing the bitch to lose balance and fall on her arse.

She tried to shake her foot free, but I hung on in fear of what she could do
with that foot. I moved a hand onto her calve to get a better grip. The size
and firmness of the shapely calf muscle felt good in my hands. Ow! The bitch
started kicking my shoulder with her other foot.

"I'll huh huh break your ankle. Huh huh stop you kicking huh huh like donkey"
I gasped. Wrapping an arm around her lower leg, I held the slender ankle in
one hand and her foot in the other. I gave a sharp twist. "Ow!" she cried out.
WAM WAM WAM. Her other foot pummelled the side of my head so hard that I lost
hold of her foot in a blinding series of pain.

"Ow, you've sprained my ankle. You bastard. I'll make you pay for that" she
cried. We lay on the floor glaring at each other for a while. Slowly my
breathing eased and I tried to stand. The full frontal kicking machine got to
her feet, wincing as she put her weight on her ankle.

"I'm going to teach you your position in life. On your back with my big stiff
cock inside you" I told her. Her knee shot up sharply towards my groin but I
expected that and drove a hard punch onto the top of her thigh that stopped
its progress and made her cry out in pain. "Try that again and I'll break your
leg" I said then reached out and grabbed her well-proportioned tits.

"Hai!" CRACK! Hard bony knuckles on the end of a long slender elegant hand
crunched against my jaw. My head rocked back in a dizzying motion. In stunned
disbelief, I saw that her arms were slender but quite firm looking with quite
strong looking forearms.

"Hai!" WHACK her slender fist met my jaw again surprisingly hard. So strong
was the woman's punch that I almost lost my footing. I never expected such a
slender woman without big bulging muscles to pack such a punch. She raised her
fist again and I put up my hands to protect my face.

"Hai!" Boorppph! Hard bony knuckles plunged deep into my gut. Stupid, orrrr
not again. I can't be beaten up by a woman. The cramping pain in my abused
stomach is so intense; I can't avoid bending despite knowing what she would do
next.

"Hai!" CRACK. It feels like someone has swung a bat at my jaw. I feel my jaw
crunch as the fist makes contact. I'm shocked to feel my legs turn to rubber
and struggle to stay upright. My vision blurs, my head spins and I'm severely
winded. Oh god, I'm being punched out by a naked whore. This can't be
happening.

I look in alarm to see the stern looking bitch raise her fist to finish me
off. "Hai!" the shout triggers a defensive reaction and my fist lashes out,
sinking into firm flesh. "Orrrrp" the startled blonde gasps.

Trying to ignore the crippling pain in my middle, I steady myself and see the
stupid cow bent forward clutching her stomach. Payback time, bitch. Ignoring
another spasm in my gut, I take aim then smash my fist into her prominent
chin. She went down like a sack of potatoes.

Arghh, another spasm forces me to stand stooped with my hands on my knees
riding out my winded agony. There's a knock on the door. "George. I know
you've got that stripper in there. How long does it take to bang her?" it's
Ian. "Hurry up you're missing the drinks" he added. I look down at the
unclothed stripper on the floor. "Give me 5 minutes Ian. I've just got
something to finish off" I replied.

Bending at the knees, I scooped up the figure in my arms and carried her back
to the table. I dumped her on her back with her legs hanging over the edge.
Spreading her legs, I run my hands down her lanky thighs to her crotch.
Leaning over I kissed her mouth with mounting passion while rubbing her clit.
"Ooooh" she moaned softly. "That's right love, you lay back and enjoy it while
I give you a good rodgering" there's nothing worse than trying to make love to
an unconscious woman, it's like humping a corpse.

I kissed more passionately while fingering her clit. "No no" she moaned
softly. "Oh yes" I said, standing to fish out my hard dick. Looking down the
channel of sheer black nylon towards her bare crotch, I couldn't resist
kissing all the way up those sensational legs, worshipping the weapons that
had nearly defeated me. I got to the nexus of her legs and couldn't resist
licking her sex.

Engrossed in my passion, I felt her thighs close around my head. I placed my
hands on her lovely thighs enjoying the feel of sheer nylon as I continued
licking. The thighs tightened. I continued lapping while I tried to move her
legs apart for comfort. Arghh what the hell?. The thighs closed in like a
tight band around my head. Under my palms I felt firm hard flesh. Arghh my
cheeks were being squeezed, I had to stop licking. What the hell was the bitch
playing at?. Argh her thighs crushed in around my jaw, cheeks and ears. It was
getting uncomfortable. I tried to prise her legs apart but they were rock hard
and unyielding. "Arghh" I cried. In horror I could feel thick cords of muscle
stand out in her thighs as she maintained a fierce grip of my head.

I felt her calves cross behind my head. The pressure shot up tremendously.
"Argh" I cried as surprisingly strong legs crushed my skull. Suddenly I felt
her legs rise. "Ow" she grabbed my hair and slid my face around in her leggy
vice to look at her. Her steely blue eyes bore into me; her small mouth set
firm "The keys to the exhibition room. Where are they?" she asked. "Argh" I
cried. The pressure around my lower face was hurting.

"The exhibition room keys?" she repeated. What the hell? Who is this woman?.
"Argh". God, how can such lovely slender legs be so strong?. "Argg" her legs
are squashing my face painfully. It was really hurting and my hands just
encountered hard sleek bulging thigh muscles. "Have it your way" she said and
she raised herself on her hands. "Argh" I cried as she stretched out her
thighs and the pressure increased to a whole new level. "Arrgh please no" I
cried. My cheeks and jaw were being compacted so hard; it felt like they would
break. My ears were burning against the hard nylon pillars driving them inside
my head. "Keys?" she asked. She looked so confident and dominant that I felt
my erection throb. "Pocket. In my pocket" I gasped at the searing compression,
her thighs solid under my palms. "Take them out. Now!" she ordered. Oh god,
she's so forceful, so dominant. My cock was throbbing like crazy for her.

I reached into my pocket and took out the keys, but my hands were shaking so
much that I fumbled them and they fell to the floor. Ow ow. Her strong
gripping thighs slide tightly down my head and clamp my neck. Ohhh the columns
of black nylon bite into the sides of my neck. Orrhhh. Again she raises her
thighs until I am looking into her cold eyes. She looks so strong, totally in
control. My cock throbs faster.

"Listen to me" she sternly. Those eyes bore into me. "I'm going to knock you
out" the way she says it, I know she can do it and the thought of the power
she had over me with her sexy legs made my dick lurch rhythmically. "I'm going
to put you asleep for a long time. Hopefully forever. But if not, you better
pray that you never see me again otherwise next time I will kick your head
clean off your neck" she told me. "Arrggh" the terrible brutal power those
incredibly beautiful legs could inflict. My head swam faster and faster. My
god, how can such sexy legs be so strong?. My hearing tuned out, all I could
hear was the whooshing of my blood. My hands held the weapons of my
destruction feeling the unyielding bulging slender slabs of muscle. My head
was spinning so fast now. All I could think off was how this near-naked woman
had completely defeated me. Her leggy dominance was absolute. I hadn't stood a
chance. She was too much for me. I wanted to worship her completely with my
body. Nnnn nnn nnn nnnn. Strong spasms pumped my adoration out of my dick then
blackness closed in.

***

Marianne squeezed as hard as she could, holding her aching thighs as the
ghastly man took on a glazed expression before messing himself. That turned
her on so much she had to close her eyes and ride out an orgasm. Spent, she
let the purple-faced man slide to the floor. Ow, she winced as she put her
foot down.

Picking up the key ring, she dressed quickly, remembering when her husband,
Kurt, revealed his new money making scheme. "Leggy and Lusty. A strip o'gram
lap dancing service for stag nights" he proclaimed proudly. "I hope you don't
think I'm taking my clothes off. It will put them off their drink" she said.
"Nonsense you've got great legs and good tits too. Men'll go crazy for it.
We'll make our fortune" he replied. She'd heard that before.

"There are loads of strip o'grams. How would we compete?" she asked. "You'll
be sexy policewomen" he said. "The uniforms will be so realistic that they'll
think you're the real thing". "Cool. I'm up for it" chirped his sister, Julie.
"Uniforms? Have you seen how much they cost? We can't afford that" she
objected. "Don't worry, leave it to me" he said. She did worry and with good
reason. The uniforms looked good. A little too good, but she knew better than
to ask questions.

Nervous at first, Julie's enthusiasm was contagious. The younger woman was so
overenthusiastic that she always left their victims with a big damp patch at
the front of their trousers from that arse sliding/buttock-clenching trick.

Marianne soon enjoyed the power she had over men, watching their looks change
from disappointment at her plainness to open longing with an erection to
match. She enjoyed the lustful looks tempered with fear. The two women made a
point of ensuring the men understood the perils of getting too close. It made
her so horny to find that she could sexually humiliate and wear out a man
without intercourse and get paid for it.

Hobbling on her sprained ankle, she picked the wallet from the floor. "That's
#110 for your brother's strip o'gram. I'm deducting #100 for hitting me, oh
and another #100 for trying to rape me. And #100 for spraining my ankle. Oh
dear, nothing smaller, oh well thank you for the #90 tip". She flung the
wallet at the prone man's body. There were plenty of notes in there, but she
wasn't dishonest to empty it.

*** Rob the night security guard ***

One of the Chinese cleaning ladies was at the gate waving. Maybe she'd left
something behind. Leaving Bert with his feet up, watching the match, I went to
see what she wanted.

"Yeah, what?" I asked. The woman was about 5'3"; plump and middle aged with
streaks of grey in her short jet-black hair. In the poor street lighting, I
could make out a sweater and knee length leggings. "Here let me show you" she
said with a trace of her origins.

I was surprised to feel her hands grab my shoulders. "Wooooorph". Her knee
rose up high and slammed into my chest below the rib cage. Shocked, my mouth
opened to find I had no voice. The knee was pressed deep crushing my
diaphragm. I opened my mouth again but there was no air. The woman brought her
face close. "You won't be calling me a slant-eyed scrubber no more" she said.
Frantic to breathe, I tried pushing her knee away, but her chunky short thighs
were solid and wouldn't budge. Feeling faint, I turned to the hut to call for
help, my mouth opened but my lungs weren't working. My shoulders were pulled
forward, driving the knee further in. Everything went fuzzy and out of focus
then grey turned to black.

****

Eyes glued to the TV screen, Bert heard the door open. "Everything sorted?" he
asked. "You could say that" said a woman's voice. Looking up in surprise, Bert
sees the oriental. "You're not allowed in here. Where's Rob?" he said rising
out his chair.

The woman lent back, a chunky short leg swung through the air. The last thing
Bert felt was a big meaty calve clubbing him around the head.

***

It started as a deep vibration and grew louder. George stopped shouting at the
security men looking puzzled. Whump whump whump. "Look outta window" Ian
slurred.

The stripper was right about one thing. Ian should never have driven the Merc.
It was going to cost a fortune to repair; once they prised it out of the gate.

Looking out of the window, he saw a big black shape blotting out the night
sky. Suddenly ropes fell to the street and men in black body armour rappelled
down. "Quick secure the premises" he yelled. Hitting a speed dial number on
his mobile, he got only static. A loud explosion signalled that whoever it was
didn't bother using doors. The lights went out as the electricity was cut.

Thin red lines cris- crossed the air, locating the occupants. "George
Holland?" an American voice shouted. "Who are you? You have no right here.
We've got immunity" George shouted angrily. "I don't give a shit about no
immunity. You, George Holland?" the voice asked. "Yes, I...". George watched
in horror as Ian's head exploded as automatic gunfire mowed down everyone
around him.

He turned to run but his kneecap shattered and he collapsed. They dragged him
to the exhibition hall doors. "Open it" ordered a huge Afro American, standing
well over 6'5" with fatigues stretched over a heavily muscled body.

"You can't do this" George gasped. "We the people can do what the damn well we
like. I won't ask you again, open it or I'll blow your other knee off". "Can't
keys were stolen. Someone broke in" he said.

Ignoring the blast proof doors, the intruders blew a hole through an adjacent
wall and entered. After a while the big man returned. "Where's the decoder
pal? It's not there". George was shocked "Impossible. Only I know the PIN".

"That's too bad. Set the Thermite" he yelled. "No. You can't! There are
antiques here hundreds even thousands of years old. Rare paintings; Rembrandt,
Picasso, Constable". "I don't give a shit about no old crap". "There are
things here worth millions of dollars". "You'll die a very rich man then" the
man chuckled and walked away.

***

Ling heard the explosions and gunshots followed by shouts and running around
upstairs. She was in the basement where the cleaning materials were kept.

She had seen the old looking locked door in a stone archway and wondered what
was behind it. Looking at the key ring, one of the keys bore a familiar
symbol. She looked up at the centre lintel, which bore a stone shield marked
with the same symbol. A very familiar symbol. The Great Pyramid of Cheops, its
capstone hovering and containing the all-seeing eye. Novus ordo seclorum was
inscribed around the base; New World Order.

The footsteps sounded nearer. Unlocking and opening the door, a narrow stone
staircase descended into darkness. Pulling a light cord hanging by the wall,
she entered and locked the door behind her.

***

Temperatures in excess of 2000 degrees centigrade didn't just melt the
contents of the auction house but vaporised it. Destabilising the structural
integrity of the building, it collapsed in seconds into a pile of rubble.

***

I listened as Marianne described what happened. Sitting next to me in her WPC
uniform, I was getting excited at the thought of my Sister in-Law decking two
guys then totally destroying Holland. At first I wasn't even aware that my
hands were rubbing along her stocking clad thighs. She didn't seem to notice
or object. By the time she had finished, I was so turned on that I kissed her
passionately before coming to my senses.

"I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I got a bit carried away. You were amazing"
I told her. She smiled then stood up, avoiding placing pressure on her
bandaged ankle. "Let me show you exactly what happened, Jim. Then you can show
me your appreciation for everything I've done for you tonight" she said then
started to bump and grind.