The Stalker
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
An athletic woman uses her skills to deal with a stalker

Juanita walked out of the grocery store and into the dark parking lot.
The attractive 28-year-old was an assistant manager and tonight was her
night to do the late shift and close the store at ten o'clock.

As she headed towards her car, she couldn't help feeling that she was
being watched.  She looked around carefully, but saw signs of no one.
Shrugging, she climbed into her car and headed for her apartment.

Juanita was not one to get scared easily or become paranoid and nervous.
After all, she was a strong, athletic, and confident woman.  At 5'7" and
140 pounds, she was fairly average sized, but her body was powerful and
muscular, while still remaining feminine and sexy.  Her measurements 
were an impressive 36C-26-37.  She had an elegant face and long dark
brown hair, dark brown eyes, and olive skin that showed her Latina 
heritage.  A former champion gymnast, she also held a third degree black
belt in Tae Kwon Do and in fact had something of a volunteer, informal
second job as an instructor at her dojo.  She incorporated gymnastics 
into her martial arts moves to form a beautiful but deadly style all her
own.

As she walked up to her apartment door, she again got that strange 
feeling of being watched.  Again she looked around, but nothing out of
the ordinary was to be seen.  Wondering if she was suddenly becoming
paranoid, she went inside, locking the door securely behind her.

When she arrived at the grocery store the next day, one of her coworkers
handed her a bouquet of red roses. "This came for you," he said.

"Do you know who sent it?" she asked.

"Nope.  But there's a sealed envelope attached."

Juanita took the flowers to the back room where she could have some

privacy.  She opened the envelope and began reading the note inside:

'Dear Juanita

When I first saw you several weeks ago I was stunned.  There you were, a
woman with the body of a fitness model, just working at a grocery store
like a Jane Doe.  Your short-sleeved top showed off your sexy, muscular
arms, and when you streched I saw an alluring hint of your ultra-hard 
abs.  Looking at you got me so hard, and as soon as I got home I
masturbated to the thought of your perfect body.  You should come to 
work in a bikini sometime.  

You're my fantasy woman.  For the past several weeks I haven't been able
to stop thinking about you.

Your Admirer'

"Yipes, creepy," was the first thought that ran through her head.  More
annoyed than frightened by the note, she tried to think of who the sender
might be.  The memories of the customers she had greeted over the past
weeks ran together in her head.

Footsteps approached and another coworker called out to her. "Nita? You
back there?"

Calling back, she quickly hid the note in her pocket and threw the
flowers into the trash can.  Even as she got to work, she continued
thinking about the note, determined to find out who the creepy stalker
was.  An ordinary woman probably would have called the police, but 
Juanita was not an ordinary woman.  She had always been confident and 
self-reliant, and she was going to find this guy and deal with him 
herself.

Throughout the day, she carefully observed everyone she came in contact
with, looking for any signs that someone she saw might be the stalker.
She guessed that the person she was looking for was probably a young 
male, 18 to 35 years old, lonely and unsuccessful.  She also surmised
that since the stalker had expressed such admiration for her powerful
physique, he was most likely physically weak and unathletic.  She paid
special attention to those who fit her profile, but encountered no one
suspicious.

A few days passed in which nothing unusual happened.  Juanita wondered if
the stalker had moved on to someone else, though deep down she knew that
he was still after her.  Someone who would write a note like that 
wouldn't just give up and go away.

The confrontation finally came one night when she was again working late.
It had been a stressful day at work and she was glad when closing time
finally came.  In the bathroom, she changed out of her work uniform and
into a navy blue knee-length skirt and a tight black T-shirt.  She then
headed for home, her mind on the stress of the day's work and not on the
stalker.

Juanita entered her apartment.  Kicking off her shoes and turning on the 
lights, she looked around.  Everything seemed normal.  But when she went 
into her bedroom, she gasped in shock.  On her bed was another bouquet of 
red roses.  Surrounding the flowers were some of the pictures that she 
normally kept on her dresser.  Looking more closely, she saw that all the 
pictures on the bed were the ones of her in her gymnastics uniform.

There was also a note.  Her heart pounding, she began reading it:

'Sexy Juanita

I love your gymnastics.  I wish I was talented enough to do that stuff.

Your Eternal Admirer'

"I was right!" she thought. "The stalker is wimpy and unathletic." 

Self-reliant though she was, Juanita knew that it was time to get the 
police involved.  She reached for the phone.

It was dead.

At that moment, she realized that the stalker was still in the house.
She began looking around for a weapon.  Suddenly, she heard a faint noise
behind her.  She started to whirl around, but was suddenly hit on the 
head with a heavy object.  She slumped to the carpeted floor.

The stalker stood over her. "Well, Juanita," he said. "I've been waiting 
a long time for this.  You're just so hot.  I can't get you out of my 
mind.  And now I'm going to satisfy my urges and have my way with you."

The stalker knew that due to Juanita's strength and his weakness, she
would have to be unconscious for him to successfully sexually assault 
her.  He was right on that count and was not an unintelligent man, but 
his physical weakness would prove to be his undoing.  For when he had
struck her, his blow had not been hard enough to knock her out, even
though the strike had been made with the lead pipe he had thoughtfully
brought along.  The attack had merely stunned her, and as her senses
came back to her she heard every word her assailant said, including his
desire to rape her.

As the stalker dropped his lead pipe and began reaching down to unzip his
pants, Juanita struck with lightning speed.  Rising to a sitting position
and balling her right hand into a fist, she punched him hard right in the
groin.  He howled in pain and surprise and doubled over, clutching his
wounded family jewels.

Juanita kipped up to her feet.  Seeing her opponent still stumbling 
around helplessly, she took the time to remove her knee-length skirt so 
she could fight more easily.  She was now dressed only in black panties 
and tight black T-shirt.  Her powerful legs and muscular arms were on 
prominent display.  Her abs of steel were also showing in the little gap 
between her shirt and underwear.

"Now you're going to see what this athletic body of mine that you like so
much can really do," she growled threateningly as she went into a 
fighting stance.  She looked over at her adversary to see what she was up
against.  He was, as she had guessed, thin and unathletic.  He was about
her height and probably similar in weight as well, but she was distinctly
more muscular.

The stalker, a panicked look on his ugly face, swung a punch at her, but
she dodged it easily and slammed her left fist into his eye, blackening 
it.  Next, she plowed her right fist into his nose, breaking it and
releasing some blood.  A front kick from her bare foot struck him in the
chest, knocking him backward and setting him up at the perfect distance 
for her next attack.  She performed an aerial cartwheel, her feet 
striking him in the face one after the other and knocking him to the 
floor, the strength of her gymnastic kick sending him several feet away.
She did a perfect front tuck somersault to bring herself over to her
opponent, who was dragging himself up to a sitting position.  Landing next
to him, she viciously dropped her elbow down onto his head, knocking him
down completely.

Juanita stood over him. "Get up, you pussy," she smirked, giving him a
brutal soccer kick to his side that cracked one of his ribs.  She 
continued to taunt him. "What's the matter, can't even handle a girl?"

The stalker got up slowly, clutching his wounded side and trying to wipe
the blood from his face.  Enraged by Juanita's taunts, he swung a wild
punch at her face which she blocked easily with her thick, muscular 
forearm.  She laughed at his disappointed reaction. "Like my forearms?"
she said. "My wrists measure over 7 inches around.  That's way bigger
than your skinny girly wrists."

With a curse, he swung another punch at her stomach.  Seeing it coming, 
she tensed her rock-hard abs.  The stalker screamed in pain as his 
ineffective fist impacted her tanned, muscled abdominal wall.  She 
laughed in his face, then suddenly punched him in the gut.  He doubled 
over in incredible pain, trying to breathe.

"That's how to do it, loser," she sneered.  She grabbed him by the
shoulders and rammed her knee into his stomach, intensifying his already
excruciating pain.  She kneed him again, this time in the crotch.  The
stalker couldn't decide whether his gut or groin hurt more.  A third
location was soon added to the list, however, as Juanita stepped back
slightly and launched a powerful spin kick on him that smashed into the
side of his head and knocked him down.  Lifting him by the back of his
neck, she kneed him in the face.  Blood splattered onto her sleek,
muscled thighs as he was sent to the floor again.

She stomped on his face. "Get up, cocksucker.  I don't have all night."
The stalker staggered dizzily to his feet.  Deciding to try a new tactic,
he charged directly at her.  Juanita, unfazed, calmly grabbed him and 
used his momentum to throw him over her shoulder and across the room.  
She then performed a tumbling pass of a roundoff, whipback, two back
handsprings to take herself over to him.  

The stalker, who had landed in a heap, had just gotten up again when his
opponent reached him.  She fired off a perfectly aimed roundhouse kick to
his side that struck his cracked rib, breaking it completely.  She 
followed that up with a high kick to his jaw, breaking it as well.  Her
fist plowed into his other eye, blackening it to make it match its
companion.  Pinning him against the wall, she began brutally punching him
in the face again and again.  Her cruel fists turned his face into an
unrecognizable mess.

Finally stopping after about fifteen punches, she stepped back slightly
to put herself at perfect striking distance, then did a powerful standing
back handspring, kicking her helpless adversary in the face with both feet
as she flipped.  He was knocked to the floor for the final time as sexy
Nita landed perfectly on her feet.

"How many other women have you stalked? How many women have you raped?"
Juanita glared at the semiconscious stalker, the hate clear in her dark
brown eyes. "Well, one thing's for sure," she continued. "You'll never 
rape another woman, ever again." With an icy look on her elegant face, she
raised her right leg into a full vertical split.

The last thing the stalker, trembling in fear, ever saw was Juanita's leg 
coming down at him, right before her lethal axe-kick shattered his skull.

THE END

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