Juanita's New Career
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Sultry and lethal brunette finds a new and deadly job


WARNING: This story has extreme violence and gore. If you are not a fan of
those things, consider yourself warned.

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Juanita stood in front of the entrance of the rundown, shady-looking building.
She took a deep breath. This was it. This was her "interview," such as it was,
for the new job she wanted. Ever since she had discovered how strong she was,
she knew that continuing her old career as assistant manager at a grocery
store was not for her. Power corrupted, and now knowing the full extent of her
power, she felt her dark side calling to her.

The two men in dark suits guarding the door looked up at her with interest as
she approached. Juanita's physical appearance certainly always drew male (and
sometimes female) attention. She was an exceptionally beautiful woman, with
long, tastefully coiffed dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a deep tan from
her many hours in the sun and her Latina heritage. At 5'7" and 140 pounds and
with measurements of 36-26-37, she was powerful and athletic, but still very
feminine. Her elegant, high-cheekboned face resembled that of a model. She
wore black leather boots, skintight black pants that showed off her heavily
muscled ass, a tight white long-sleeved top that accented her firm,
gravity-defying, all-natural C-cup breasts, and wrist-length black leather
gloves.

She felt her calm professionalism take over as she reached the two men. "I'm
here to see Tony about a job," she said.

The man nearest her looked her up and down. "No one sees Tony without us
knowing beforehand. And since I've never seen you before, you're not seeing
Tony. Now take a hike."

"I know he'll want to see me," she responded. "I have some unique skills I can
offer the organization."

"You hard of hearing?" growled the second man. "We told you to get lost. Now
beat it."

Juanita sighed. "I'm going to see Tony. The only question is whether it'll be
with or without your permission. Now what's it going to be?"

Both men simply stood there stonily.

"Without it, then," she said calmly. With that, she unleashed herself on them
with lightning speed. She backhanded the first man across the face, knocking
him down and out. Before the second man could even move, she used her
faster-than-human speed to knock him unconscious too with a headbutt.

She bent over and reached into the first man's pocket, pulling out a ring of
keys. Trying them until she found the right one, she opened the door and went
inside.

She walked swiftly through a hallway and into a dimly-lit room. Two men were
seated at a worn table. One, a medium-sized man with slicked-back hair and a
scarred face, she recognized as Tony. The second, a big man in a black suit,
she guessed was his bodyguard.

The men looked up in alarm as she entered. The big man jumped up and reached
into his suit and pulled out a pistol, pointing it directly at Juanita's head.
Tony stood up too, a scowl on his face. "Who the hell are you and how the hell
did you get in here?" he demanded.

"My name is Juanita. Juanita Rose Martinez, and I'm here about a job," she
said, showing no fear despite the gun pointed at her. "And the nice gentlemen
at the door offered no resistance to me coming in."

Tony pulled out a gun from underneath his own coat and pointed it at the
Latina beauty. "Check it out, Bruno," he ordered.

The big man nodded and hurried off down the hall, reappearing a minute later.
"They've been knocked out," he reported. "Hit pretty hard. They'll be okay,
but they won't wake up for quite a while."

"I didn't use my full strength on them," said Juanita, her voice still
completely calm and refined. "I didn't come here to pick a fight. I want to
work for this organization."

Bruno snorted. Tony rolled his eyes. "As what?"

"As an enforcer, of course. I think I've already given a demonstration of my
skills."

Bruno snorted again, but Tony motioned for him to be quiet. "Well, you do have
a point about the demonstration," he said. "But first things first. Check her
out, Bruno."

While Tony kept her covered with his gun, Bruno searched her. "All clean," he
reported. "No weapons, no wire."

"Good," said Tony. "Now we can get down to business."

"Boss, I don't think this is a good..." Bruno began.

"We'll at least give her the chance to take a test to see if she has what it
takes," said Tony. "We're in need of enforcers, and a female would bring
unique capabilities to the organization." He turned to Juanita. "Now what
makes you think you'd be a good match for this position?"

"Well, I have a third-degree black belt in karate, I'm an expert markswoman
with both firearms and bows, and I was a champion gymnast in college. I have
experience in combat situations and I'm not shy about using violence when it's
necessary. I'm an excellent actress and I can read people well. Oh, and I have
really big, superhumanly strong forearms."

"Let's see," said Tony.

Juanita rolled up her sleeves, revealing her large, heavily muscled forearms,
tanned a golden brown. "I bet they're stronger than yours," she said in a
slightly sassy, teasing voice.

"Wow, their size scares me," said Tony. "I've never seen a girl built like
that." Her wrists and forearms were definitely bigger than Tony's, and
comparable in size to Bruno's. But Bruno, though fit, still couldn't match the
level of muscle definition she had.

"Would you like me to show you what I can do with these?" she asked in a
sultry voice.

"Well, you talk the talk," said Tony. "Later we're going to see if you can
walk the walk. Come back here in three hours. We'll have your test ready by
then. You can show me whatever your muscles are capable of at that time."

"I look forward to it," she said simply.

* * *

THREE HOURS LATER

Juanita again approached the entrance of the dingy building. There were still
two men in dark suits guarding the door, but she noticed that these were a
different pair than last time. She smiled to herself. The men looked at her
and one of them wordlessly opened the door to let her in.

Going back into the dimly-lit room, she saw that there were now four men
there. Along with Tony and Bruno, there were two disheveled-looking men tied
to chairs with their hands tied behind their backs. The bound men's faces were
covered with cuts and bruises.

"Welcome back," said Tony. "I wasn't sure you'd return. A lot of people who
apply for this position get cold feet."

Juanita shrugged. "Let's get on with it," was all she said.

Tony and Bruno both stared hard at her, trying to make her nervous. When the
muscular brunette showed no reaction, Tony motioned for her to have a seat.

"These two foolish gentlemen thought they could get away with skimming money
from the organization," Tony began, nodding at the tied men. "Of course they
got caught. They have been most uncooperative when we inquired as to where
they've stashed the cash. Find out where the money is. Then kill them."

Juanita showed no surprise or hesitation at the directness and bluntness of
Tony's order. She knew he was watching her closely. She calmly stood up and
approached the two men, studying their faces as she advanced. Their chairs
stood side-by-side several feet apart. They were both of average size, one
bald and the other bearded. Both were looking at her with more confusion than
fear, obviously not expecting brutality and death from a pretty girl.

She rolled up the sleeves of her top, revealing her pair of massive forearms
with their incredible muscular development. The dark brown tan of her arms was
emphasized even more by her white top, and their size looked even more
intimidating because of her wrist-length black leather gloves covering their
narrowest part. Even the slimmest part of her wrist still measured over seven
and a half inches around. The slightest movement of her arm caused the
superhumanly developed muscles to ripple as if they had a life of their own.
Despite it all, she still looked perfectly feminine and beautiful.

"Here's the deal," she said in a low and emotionless voice. "Whoever talks
first will get a quick and painless death as soon as he tells me what I want
to know. The other one will be tortured to death no matter what." She crossed
her thick arms in front of her, making them look even bigger. "Do I have a
volunteer?"

There was only silence.

Juanita looked around and saw a steel paperweight on the table. "Toss me that
paperweight, please," she said in her same monotone. Bruno, looking puzzled,
picked it up and tossed it to her. She caught it neatly with one hand.

She turned back to the two bound men. "This is steel," she said as she turned
the paperweight over in her hands. "Much stronger than human flesh." She
wrapped her leather-gloved right hand around the metal object and gave the men
a dazzling but icy smile.

She squeezed. The muscles in her huge forearm sprang to life, moving in a
dance-like motion that was beautiful and horrifying at the same time. There
was a loud popping sound. She opened her fist, revealing that the steel
paperweight had simply been crushed and shattered into several hundred tiny
pieces. The two tied men paled in pure fear. Bruno gasped in shock. Even Tony,
who had risen to his high position in the organization by never letting his
emotions make him vulnerable, couldn't help showing a visible reaction.

Two terrified voices spoke at almost exactly the same time.

"It's in the basement safe at the Red Parrot bar across town! The combination
is 49-23-18!"

But one was just a bit faster. The bearded man had spoken first, and the bald
man knew it. A large wet spot appeared on his crotch. He had pissed himself.

Juanita grinned wickedly. She approached the bearded man, who simply closed
his eyes. She balled her leather-gloved left hand into a big,
efficient-looking fist and drew it back.

Then she landed the blow, pulverizing the bearded man's skull into paste.
Blood, brain matter, and fragments of bone sprayed everywhere. Some of it
landed on the other man's bald head. He was shaking like a leaf.

"Please! No! Just do me quickly!" he begged.

Juanita shook her head, her feminine, elegantly coiffed long dark brown hair
dancing from side to side. "I have a promise to keep."

In desperation, the bald man turned to Tony. "Please! Tell her to do it
quickly! Come on, I'm begging you! For old times' sakes! I confessed! You
heard me!"

Tony knew that he could not show any weakness. Not in front of Bruno and
certainly not in front of Juanita. "You heard the rules. I'm not changing
them," was all he said.

The bald man, wild-eyed and sweating like a pig, turned back to Juanita.
"Please! Have mercy! It was just luck that he blurted it out a quarter of a
second before I did!"

"Remember when I requested a volunteer?" she asked coldly. "Do you remember
what there was in response to that? That's right, silence. You had your fair
chance and you blew it. Now enough talk." With that, she performed a
blindingly fast front tuck somersault to take herself right in front of him.
She swiftly ripped off his shirt, pants, and underwear, then effortlessly tore
the ropes binding his torso to the chair and the ropes binding his hands. The
now naked man slid to the floor.

"Get up," she directed him. Quivering, he obeyed. His nude body was pale and
unathletic, looking pathetically weak next to Juanita's muscles,
well-proportioned figure, and deep brown tan.

"Run," she ordered.

"What?!"

"I said run."

He began racing towards the exit. Bruno began reaching for his gun, but Tony
restrained him.

Juanita gave the bald man a few seconds' head start, then performed a roundoff
followed by a series of back handsprings towards him. She wanted to show off
her speed as well as her strength. As she elegantly backflipped in his
direction, she came closer and closer to him, it being clearly obvious that
she could back-flip faster than he could run. Perfect handspring after perfect
handspring she nailed, with the skill of an Olympic gymnast, as the gap
between the two moving bodies steadily shrank. She caught him several feet
from the door, flipping into him and knocking him down. Landing neatly on her
feet, she roughly seized him and yanked him upright.

She grabbed his left hand with her right. Her black leather-gloved hand was
bigger than his bare one, and his wrist looked frail and girly next to her
thick and built one.

She squeezed, crushing all the bones in his hand into fragments. Blood and
gore dripped from her gloves. He began screaming continuously, soulless,
agonized screams that grew even louder when Juanita repeated the process with
his other hand.

Grabbing his right arm with the now useless hand remnant attached to its end,
she held it next to hers to show how much larger and more darkly tanned her
forearm was. Then she fired a palm strike into his small forearm, instantly
shattering the bone. She grabbed his left arm and broke both his lower arm
bone and upper arm bone, her strength allowing her to snap them as easily as
twigs. Her helpless victim was now alternating between howling and being in
too much pain to even scream.

Juanita put her hands on his shoulders and looked at him, her pretty,
sparkling dark brown eyes gazing directly into his terrified gray eyes that
had lost all hope. Then she drove her knee into his groin, the attack landing
with such power that his testicles were instantly smashed into paste, his
penis was bent and deformed, and his pelvic bones were shattered. Smirking,
she reached down and simply ripped his ruined penis right off his body.
Laughing at her strength, she uncaringly tossed the cock aside. Blood poured
out of the hole where his pecker had been.

She stomped down on his bare foot with her big black boot, crunching and
destroying the bones. She did the same to his other foot, holding him by the
neck to keep him upright.

She picked him up and raised his body high over her head. Then she brought him
down right onto her waiting knee in a perfect backbreaker, shattering the bone
in his lower spine and paralyzing him from the waist down. She threw him onto
the floor and jumped on him, her 140-pound feminine bulk keeping him pinned.

She punched him in the stomach. Literally in the stomach, the force of her
superhumanly strong blow driving her fist deep into his gut. She withdrew it
with a squishing sound, revealing a huge, bloody hole in his midsection. She
reached into the hole and yanked out some of his intestines, tossing them onto
the floor.

Seeing how fast he was losing blood from both his crotch hole and his stomach
hole, she knew that he didn't have much time left. She stood up, preparing to
finish him. Drawing her right leg back, she fired off a soccer kick. The
lethal kick impacted his neck, decapitating him as her black leather boot
simply destroyed all the flesh and bone in its path.

Juanita turned around. Tony, to his credit, had managed to make his face
expressionless before she finished turning. Bruno looked pale and frightened,
but she could see that the fear in his eyes was accompanied by anger. He was
intimidated and threatened by her. This was something she would have to deal
with eventually.

"Congratulations, Juanita," said Tony. "You're hired. Now we don't exactly
have a human resources department here, so I'll go over the details of your
employment with you in my office. Bruno, call our boys over at the Red Parrot
and tell them to bring the money back here. I'm sure we'll have no problem
getting ALL of it back once they hear about what's happened to these two
unfortunate gentlemen. Oh, and get those two guys who were formerly guarding
the door to clean up this mess. They let Juanita knock them out so easily, so
they're demoted from door guards to clean-up boys."

"Yes, boss," said Bruno. He took out a cell phone and began dialing. Juanita
followed Tony to his office, her round, muscular ass swaying as she walked and
looking very feminine.

She smiled to herself. She was looking forward to her new career.

THE END?

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