Dog Jay Afternoon
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Bank robbers take hostages on a college campus

NOTE: Monica appears in two of my other stories, Friday's Final
Lesson and Primary Source.  Both of those can be found in
Miscellaneous part 22.

It was two o'clock on a beautiful Friday afternoon.  Monica, notes in
hand, sighed as she entered the class she was teaching.  Being stuck
inside on a nice Friday afternoon wasn't any more fun for her than it
was for her college students.  This particular class was on Mondays,
Wednesdays, and Fridays, with Mondays and Wednesdays being regular
lectures and Fridays being discussion sections where the class was
divided into smaller groups, with the purpose of having deeper
discussions about the issues raised in class.  These discussion 
sections were all supposed to be led by teaching assistants, but one
of them had dropped out at the last minute, requiring Monica to take
care of it herself.

Monica was thirty-three years old and one of the most popular history
professors at her university.  Because she was young, she was able to
relate to her students very well.  She was also quite easy on the 
eyes, which made her very popular among the male students (and a few
of the females as well). She was an average-sized woman at 5'6" and
140 pounds, but her tanned body was powerful and muscular, while 
still remaining distinctly feminine.  Today, she was wearing a
sleeveless white top that showed off her large biceps and thick
forearms, and low-cut black pants that gave a nice hint of her hard,
firm abs.  Her shoulder-length dark brown hair was pulled back in a
neat ponytail.

Monica looked around as she entered the classroom.  There was a total
of 80 students in the lecture part of the class, and there were five
discussion sections, so there should have been sixteen students in
the room.  However, the students liked being outside on Friday
afternoons even more than she did, so today there were only nine
students in the room - a typical number.

Meanwhile, a few miles away...

Jay sat in the front passenger seat of the battered white four-door 
sedan, an evil grin on his face.  He and his pals had been planning
this bank robbery for weeks, and the big day had finally arrived.  It
was all supposed to be perfect.  In and out in three minutes, and a
clean getaway.

Trent, in the driver's seat, pulled the car to the curb in front of 
the bank. Jay took out his .45-caliber pistol, clicked the safety off,
and climbed out of the vehicle.  The other two robbers, the Smith 
brothers, Andrew and Dennis, followed him.  Andrew carried a sawed-off
shotgun and Dennis had a .357 magnum.

"Let's do it!" said Jay.  Andrew and Dennis let out yells, and Trent,
waiting in the car as getaway driver, honked the horn loudly.  Jay,
Andrew, and Dennis charged into the bank.

Three minutes later, the thugs came charging back out, carrying bags
of money.  They jumped into the car and Trent raced off down the
street.  They all cheered loudly.  Everything had gone according to
plan.

Well, everything had gone according to plan...until now. A police car,
siren wailing, appeared behind them.  It was soon joined by another,
and another.

"Oh, fuck," said Jay.  Trent increased speed and began weaving through
the traffic, trying to lose the police cars.  He was no match for the
driving skills of the cops, however.  Gradually, they closed the gap.
Jay leaned out the window and began firing wildly at the police cars.
In the back seat, Andrew and Dennis turned around and opened fire
through the back window.

"What are we gonna do, man?" groaned Trent. "I can't shake 'em!"

"We'll now need to go to plan B," answered Jay. "Turn here, into the
university."

Trent screeched the car to a stop in front of one of the university
buildings.  The four thugs scrambled out, carrying their guns and bags
of money.  Trent made sure to retrieve his 9mm pistol from beside his
seat.  The police cars, sirens still wailing, appeared on the road
behind them.

The robbers hot-footed it across a campus lawn.  Students screamed and
ran at the sight of the criminals. "Go to a classroom!" shouted Jay.
"We have to get some hostages!"

They charged into one of the university buildings, racing along the
hall and looking into the classrooms. Because it was Friday afternoon,
most of them were empty.

"Here! This one!" called out Dennis.  He kicked open the door, his 
.357 in hand. Monica and her students stared in shock at the intruder.

Jay and Andrew were right behind him.  As they stormed into the room,
two of the students sitting in the back row, a young man and a young
woman, jumped up, confronting them.  Andrew fired his shotgun, 
blasting the young man in the chest.  As he slumped to the floor, the
young woman let out a shrill scream that was abruptly cut short when
Jay shot her in the head.  Some of the other students began screaming,
but the robbers quieted them abruptly by pointing their guns at them.
Trent, bringing up the rear, hurried into the room, yanking the door
shut behind him.

"There now, nice and easy," said Jay. "Nobody else tries to be a hero,
nobody else has to get hurt." He walked to the front of the room,
keeping his gun trained on Monica.  Dennis and Andrew kept the 
remaining seven students covered with their guns, while Trent kept his
gun trained on the door.

Monica stared at the scene.  Even a woman as calm and composed as her
couldn't help being shocked by this.  She had been teaching her nice,
quiet Friday afternoon history class when four men had burst in,
murdered two of her students, and taken herself and the rest of the
students hostage.  Now the man who looked to be the leader of the 
thugs was advancing on her, his gun pointed right at her chest.

"We are going to need your cooperation," said Jay to Monica.

"Cooperation?!" said Monica. "You just murdered two of my students,
you slimy asshole!"

"Yeah, and we'll kill more of them if you don't help us," snarled Jay.
"So shut up and do as you're told if you know what's good for you.  We
got cops on our tail and we've got to get away.  And we're going to
hold you here until those cops let us get away."

Monica sighed.  She knew she would have to cooperate...for now.  But
criminals were foolish and undisciplined, and they always let their
guard down...eventually.

Jay first ordered a couple of the students to close all the window
blinds.  He then ordered them all into a corner of the room.  Andrew
and Dennis kept their guns trained on the students.  Trent continued
to guard the door.

Jay's eyes traveled around the room.  He noticed another door in the
back. "Where does that lead?" he asked. "And you'd better tell the
truth." He jammed his gun into Monica's back to emphasize his point.

"That leads to another hallway and another exit.  Usually only the
faculty use that one," answered Monica truthfully.  She saw nothing to
gain and a lot to lose by lying.

"Get over there with the kids," Jay ordered her. He then went to check
out the back door himself, opening and closing it.  Satisfied, he 
turned back to the others.

Monica hugged a couple of the students who were crying. "It's okay," 
she said. "Stay calm and we'll get through this together."

Heather, one of the students, spoke up, addressing the thugs. "You
fuckheads," she hissed. "You murdered two of my friends and you think
you can get away with it?"

"Yeah," snarled Andrew. "Now shut the fuck up, bitch.  If you keep
mouthing off, you might end up like them."

"Leave her alone," said Monica. "Haven't you done enough already?"

"We're the ones who'll give the orders around here, professor chick," 
said Dennis. "Now no more talking."

The sound of a police bullhorn cut into the room. "We have you
surrounded," said a voice. "Now come out with your hands up."

Jay took out a cell phone and dialed a number. "This is the leader of
the bank robbers," he said. "Get me whoever's in charge of the cops
out there."

There was a pause of a few moments, then Jay began speaking into the
phone again. "Now listen up, and listen good," he growled. "I'll be
the one in charge around here.  We've got hostages, so you'd better
not try anything funny.  Two of them tried to be heroes and paid the
price by dying, so you know we're fucking serious.  Now, here's what I
want.  I want a helicopter big enough for six, with enough fuel to fly
to Mexico.  I also want five million dollars in cash.  And I want them
soon.  You have six hours to deliver.  If those things aren't here in
six hours, then we'll start executing hostages, one every hour.  We'll
start with a pretty but loudmouthed brunette girl." He looked pointedly
at Heather as he said this.  Heather stared at him defiantly.  Monica
patted her on the back.

"We can negotiate a deal where you surrender and get light sentences,"
said the voice on the other end of the phone.

"No deal!" growled Jay. "I ain't goin' to prison! Now shut up with 
this bullshit and get me my chopper and my cash!"

"We'll work on that as fast as we can," said the voice. "We might need
more than six hours.  In the meantime, how about releasing some of the
hostages to maybe speed things up?"

"You'd better not take that long, if you want these kids and this
professor chick to live," said Jay. "And we ain't releasin' no 
hostages.  Not any live ones, anyway.  I ain't lettin' you cops get 
any inside information on the situation here that I don't want you to
know.  You can have the dead bodies, if you want."

Jay clicked off the phone. "You two," he said, pointing to two of the
students. "Drag those bodies out into the hall so the people outside
can retrieve them.  And you'd better come back in here, because if you
don't we'll execute a couple of your friends."

The students began dragging out the bodies.  Trent opened the door and

stood behind it, gun at the ready.  The students moved the bodies out
into the hall one by one, then came back into the room. Trent shut the
door again.

"All right!" grinned Dennis. "Lifting $150,000 from the bank was good,
but now we're getting $5 million!"

"Yep, life is good, brother," said Andrew. "Whoever said crime doesn't
pay must have been a fucking moron."

Some of the students began crying again.  Kate, another one of the
students, who was sitting right next to Monica, whispered into the
professor's ear. "I'm not going to cry," she said. "We've got to stop
these slimeballs from getting away with it, but there's nothing we can
do!"

"Nothing we can do, for now," Monica whispered back. "But the moment
they let their guard down...boom.  We can't let them get away with
murder."

"Shut up, you two," growled Dennis, pointing his .357 right at Monica's
head. "No more whispering."

"Typical girls, can't help chatting," smirked Jay. "Foolish airheaded
girls are easy hostages to guard, though." All four thugs snickered.
Monica, who was a very un-girly girl, clenched her fists in anger.
Glancing to either side of her, she smiled when she saw that Kate and
Heather were having the same reaction. She also realized that it would
help if the criminals thought they were weak and foolish.  They would
be more likely to let their guard down.

The hours dragged by.  The sun sank lower and lower in the sky.
Periodically, Jay's cell phone would ring and the negotiator on the 
other end would try to get him to surrender or release some of the
hostages. Jay would always refuse and angrily demand that his cash and
helicopter hurry up.  Trent guarded the front door, while Andrew and
Dennis constantly kept their guns trained on the hostages.  Jay, when
he wasn't talking on the phone, kept a watch on the back door.

Finally, several hours later, Jay's cell phone rang with important 
news. "We have your helicopter and your cash," said the voice on the
other end. "They'll be here in twenty minutes.  We expect you to let
all the hostages go."

"We'll let them go when the stuff is here," said Jay. "Most of them,
anyway. We'll keep the professor chick and one of the students with us
as insurance, just to make sure you don't try any funny stuff later."

"You don't need to do that," said the voice. "You'll have the pilot as
a hostage."

"Well, it's the pilot's lucky day then, because we don't need him," 
said Jay. "One of my buddies is a chopper pilot." From his position,
Trent gave a thumbs-up. "We'll take care of this ourselves." He hung 
up the phone.

"I think it's going to be me," whispered Heather.  Monica squeezed her
hand. "Follow my lead," she whispered to Heather and Kate.

Monica stood up.  Andrew pointed his shotgun directly at her chest.
"Where do you think you're going, girlie?" he growled.

"Please," said Monica. "It's been several hours.  I really need to go
to the bathroom."

"Me too," said Kate and Heather at the same time, also standing up.

"Please," said Monica again, touching her crotch.

"All right, you can go," said Jay. "But one at a time.  You first,
professor girl.  If you're not back in three minutes, these two both
die." He waved his gun at Heather and Kate.

Trent opened the door.  Monica began walking slowly towards it.  Trent
looked back and forth from her to the door as she approached closer.

Trent glanced out into the hallway.  All clear.  He turned his gaze 
back to Monica...and immediately doubled over in pain as her powerful
back kick plowed into his midsection.  She whirled around and knocked
the gun out of his hand with a lightning-fast crescent kick.  As the
gun flew through the air, she caught it easily with one hand.

Of the other three thugs, Andrew was the first to react.  He wasn't
fast enough, however.  As he whirled around and began aiming his
shotgun at Monica, she fired a single shot with the gun she had just
taken from Trent.  The bullet nailed Andrew right between the eyes.

As Andrew slumped dead to the ground, things began happening very fast.
Dennis turned towards Monica and raised his gun...and was promptly
tackled to the ground from behind by Kate.  Jay also began aiming his
gun at Monica, but before he could fire, Heather's booted feet plowed
into him as she performed a flying kick. Jay was knocked to the floor.

Meanwhile, Trent tried to swing a punch at Monica, but she dodged it,
then sent a strong side kick into his chest. She slammed her left fist
into his nose and then high-kicked him, her right foot plowing into 
the underside of his jaw.  As Trent stumbled around dizzily, she
performed a brutal spin kick that smashed into the side of his head
and sent him to the floor.  He lay there for a couple of seconds, then
tried getting up.  As he reached his hands and knees, Monica viciously
drove her knee right into his face.  There was a quick splatter of
blood.  Trent fell to the floor again, this time out cold.

Kate had jumped on top of Dennis and pummeled him unconscious with a
brutal barrage of punches from her well-toned arms.  For good measure,
she then got up and kicked him in the head several times.  She stood
over him with a satisfied smile on her face.

Jay picked himself up off the floor and snatched up his .45 pistol. He
yanked open the back door and raced off down the hallway.

Kate picked up Dennis's .357 and kept him covered with it.  Meanwhile,
Heather grabbed Andrew's shotgun and aimed it at Trent.  Both girls
looked very comfortable with the guns.  Monica looked at the scene and
smiled.  With Trent's gun still in her hand, she started towards the
back door to go after Jay, then stopped suddenly, looking back at the
others.

"It's okay, Monica," said Heather. "We've got things covered here."

"Yeah," added Kate. "Go get that mother fucker.  Oops...I mean...I
didn't mean to swear in class."

Monica laughed. "Sweetie, it's okay," she said. "He definitely is a
mother fucker." With that, she raced out the back door in pursuit of
Jay.

The police stormed into the room to take custody of Dennis and Trent.
The cops, as well as the other students, looked quite surprised at the
calm and capable way Heather and Kate were pointing their guns at the
thugs.

"There's one more of them," Kate told the cops.  She pointed at the
back door. "Monica, the professor, went after him."

"Go after them," the commander of the police unit ordered several of
his men.  He turned back to Kate and Heather. "Chasing dangerous
criminals is a job for the police," he sighed.

"Hey," Heather spoke up. "Monica took the lead in saving us. She knows
what she's doing.  And, I might add, so do we." Heather and Kate gave
each other a high-five and grinned.

Meanwhile, Jay was running through the halls of the university 
building, trying to get away.  There were police officers guarding
every exit.  In desperation, he began running up the stairs.  Monica
chased after him.  Although he had a considerable head start, he
became tired much more quickly than she did running up the stairs.
Monica closed the gap between them steadily.

The police officers who had been sent to go after Jay and Monica raced
around the building, puzzled.  They were too far behind to see where
they had gone.  Suddenly, they heard gunshots coming from far above
them.  They charged towards the stairs.

Jay fired his gun wildly at Monica as he continued towards the top of
the stairs.  She fired back with the gun she had taken from Trent.  
He yanked open the door at the top of the stairs, paused to fire two
more shots in Monica's direction, then charged through the doorway.
Standing on the roof as the door swung shut, he aimed his gun at it
and grinned evilly.  He was in the perfect position to ambush her.

Jay listened carefully. No sound.  She didn't seem to be coming after
him onto the roof. "She probably knows I'm waiting," he thought. 
"Well, I still have the advantage here."

He waited for a couple more minutes, tapping his foot impatiently.
Unseen by Jay, the roof door to the building's second stairway opened
quietly, directly behind him.  Monica, gun in hand, slowly advanced
on the unsuspecting thug.  When she had almost reached him, she said,
"Hey, baby," in a sexy voice.

Jay whirled around in surprise, trying to aim his gun.  Monica,
however, sent it flying out of his hand with one of her well-practiced
kicks.  His gun went sailing through the air and over the edge of the
roof.  She then pointed her gun right at his head.

"What are you going to do, shoot an unarmed man?" said Jay.

"You mean like those unarmed kids you and your buddy shot back there 
in the classroom?" snapped Monica. "It would be completely justifiable
to put a hole in your head right here and now.  But I'm going to give
you more of a chance than you would have given me. Fight me, asshole.
I remember that sexist remark you made about 'typical girls.' I'm sure
a big, macho man like you wouldn't be afraid of fighting a girl." She
tossed her gun aside.

Jay grinned and put up his fists, getting into a boxing stance.  At
5'11" and 185 pounds, he had a considerable size advantage over his
opponent.  He looked at Monica in her sleeveless top.  Her arms were
about as big as his. She was muscular, but she was still just a girl.

"Bring it on, bitch," he said, trying to imitate Rocky.  Monica
smirked and kicked him hard in the groin.  She laughed as he doubled
over in pain and clutched his wounded family jewels. "Didn't see that
coming, did you, dumbass," she snickered.  She kicked him viciously
in the side, cracking one of his ribs.  She then began brutalizing
his face with powerful punches from her big, muscular arms.  After
breaking his nose and giving him a matching pair of black eyes, a
particularly strong right to his jaw from her sent him down.

Jay stumbled back to his feet and spat out a couple of loose teeth
and some blood.  He let out a loud roar and charged directly at her.
Monica calmly waited until he was almost upon her, then sidestepped
the charge, at the same time smashing her elbow into his head.
Whirling around to face him, she easily ducked under the punch he
tried to swing at her face.  She sent him backward by slamming her
left fist into his already mutilated nose.

Monica performed a front tuck somersault to take her closer to her
opponent.  She saw his eyes widen upon seeing her gymnastic skill.
Smirking, she did a pretty cheerleader-style high kick to his face
that sent another of his teeth flying loose.  A string of curses
and some more blood came out of his mouth.  He swung a punch at her
midsection.  Seeing it coming, Monica tensed her rock-hard abs.  Jay
screamed in pain as his fist impacted the tanned, muscled wall.  She
laughed at him confidently.

"Now let's see how your abs measure up," she said, smashing her fist
into his gut.  He screamed like a girl and doubled over.  Monica
laughed. "Wimp," she taunted him.  Grabbing him, she kneed him
repeatedly in the stomach, then finished the sequence by aiming a
little lower and kneeing him in the crotch.  She followed that up
with a vicious roundhouse kick that slammed into the side of his head
and knocked him down.

Monica did a front handspring towards the thug. "Get up, you pussy,"
she growled, kicking him in the side as he was down and cracking
another of his ribs.  Jay staggered to his feet, tears in his eyes.
He tried to kick her, but she dodged his attack easily.  She grabbed
him by the neck and headbutted him, hard.  She then drove her knee
into his crotch again.

Monica stepped back slightly, looking at her bruised and battered
opponent with a sexy smile on her pretty face.  She whispered to him.
"You seemed to enjoy my gymnastic talents.  Well, here's a little
something special for you." With that, she performed a standing back
handspring, her feet brutally plowing into his jaw as she flipped.
She landed neatly on her feet, while Jay was knocked down again by
the impact of her talented gymnastic kick.  A few more of his teeth
bounced loose.

Jay slowly got to his feet for the last time.  He was now standing at
the very edge of the roof.  Monica advanced on him, her eyes blazing.

"This is justice for a murderer!" shouted Monica.  With that, she
delivered a powerful kick to his chest.  With a girlish scream, Jay
was knocked over the edge.  He continued screaming as he plunged five
stories to his death.  His body hit the ground with a sickening THUD.
She looked down at Jay's corpse with a satisfied expression.

Suddenly, both roof doors burst open and a dozen police officers with
machine guns and shotguns charged onto the roof.  They stared at
Monica. "Where is he?" one of them demanded.  The professor smiled 
and pointed over the edge.  The cops hurried over to the edge and
looked at the corpse far down below, then turned back to stare at
Monica.  Their looks of surprise changed to looks of admiration.  She
smiled and blushed.

A few minutes later, they were back in the classroom.  The students
were all talking excitedly about the events that had transpired in
the room. "Whoa, slow down, one at a time," said the police commander.

The students told their stories about how Monica's daring attack had
turned the tables.  The police commander looked at her, impressed. 
"You certainly deserve a medal," he said.

Monica smiled and blushed again. "Actually, I couldn't have done it
without the help of these two young ladies," she said, indicating Kate
and Heather.  The two girls smiled modestly.

A week later, the media circus from the incident had finally died down.
Monica was sitting in her office, grading some papers.  There was a
knock on the door. "Come in," she called out.

Heather and Kate entered the small room.  Monica smiled when she saw
who it was. "Please, have a seat, ladies," she said. "And 
congratulations again on what you accomplished last week."

"Thanks, Monica," said the two younger girls in unison. "And thanks 
also for what you did in there," added Heather. "It's so nice to see a
teacher with the courage to fight back and the skill to do it
successfully."

"Well, I've always believed that any responsible citizen who isn't a
warrior for their day job should be one for their secondary job," the
professor replied. "All that's necessary for evil to triumph is for 
good men, and women, to do nothing." She paused suddenly. "Sorry, I'm
going into professor mode here," she laughed.

"It's okay," said Kate.  She reached over and took Monica's hand. "I
still can't believe they're gone," she whispered softly, thinking of 
the two dead students.

"I know," said Monica, reaching out to touch both girls. "Sometimes I
can't believe it either.  But at least justice was served.  Jay and
Andrew are dead, and Dennis and Trent will be spending the rest of
their lives in prison.  And we sent a message to all the other slime
buckets out there. We showed them that good people aren't going to just
sit back and take it anymore." She smiled at the younger women. "Hold
your heads high, girls," she said. "If you hadn't acted when you did, I
would have been shot.  Remember what you did and be proud of it." Kate
and Heather smiled back at her.

"Here's to you, Monica," said Heather.

"Here's to all of us, and to butt-kicking women everywhere," said 
Monica. The three young women smiled and raised their fists in the air.

THE END

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