A bouncer named Kitten by M. C. I meet a beautiful girl - with an interesting profession. It was shortly after 9 p. m. as I approached Karen's home. She was a classmate of mine in my Psychology course and lived just off campus. She had invited me to her party and I was told her parties were not to be missed. Abundant food and drinks (her parents were quite well -to - do), entertainment - I was considered lucky to be invited. As I entered her large home a voice behind me said " excuse me, may I see your invitation ". I turned around and was surprised to see a very attractive girl, about five feet -six inches tall, standing next to me. "Your invitation please", she repeated. I fumbled around in my pocket, came up with the crumbled piece of paper and showed it to her. "Thank you, Mike" she said as she looked at it; " you can go in now - and have a good time". I was a little bit taken aback by this. I had never been asked to show an invitation at a party before, certainly not by a beautiful girl. "Are you one of the hostesses?" I asked her. She smiled at me and said, "amongst other things ". "Such as", I was intrigued by her. She looked up at me and replied as casually as she could, " I'm also the bouncer - if you behave yourself, I won't have to show you the door ". She then winked at me and began to circulate among the guests. I assumed this was some kind of joke that I didn't understand and began to enjoy what was indeed an excellant party. From time to time this mysterious girl and I crossed paths. When we did she would ask me if I was enjoying myself. I told her I was and she said "good". After about an hour I noticed one of Karen's guests who, obviously, had too much to drink, began to annoy people. He was a very large man who(I later learned)was a starting lineman on the college football team. As his behaviour became more rude I noticed the 'bouncer ' walk over to him. They were standing too far away for me to hear what they were talking about but she was smiling and gave me the impression that she was coming on to him. "Some bouncer ", I thought to myself. After a couple of minutes she took the unruly guest into a side room and closed the door behind her. I had to laugh at this . About five minutes later the door opened and she came out - looking every bit as beautiful as when she entered. "That guy must of had a really quick trigger ", I thought. . . . . . . and then he came out. . . . . . . and my jaw dropped. He looked like he had gone 15 rounds with Mike Tyson. His lip was swollen, he was bleeding from the nose and mouth and he appeared to be on the verge of crying. She escorted him to the door and walked out with him. A minute later she reentered the room, alone. She smiled at me as she came over. "So, Mike, do you still doubt that I'm the bouncer here?" I was stunned. "Did I say that I doubted you? ", I asked nervously. She laughed and said, "it was written all over your face, silly ". I stared at her and she said "allow me to introduce myself . My name is Kate, but you can call me Kitten, my friends do. I'm Karen's cousin and , yes, I am a professional bouncer. I don't work in bars though. When people - usually wealthy people - have exclusive parties they hire me to keep things under control ; I'm very good at that, as you just noticed. My employers prefer me to a six foot - four inch 250 pound gorilla who intimidates the invited guests as much as the uninvited ones. "How did you get so good in martial arts", I asked her. She laughed. " When I was seven years old, my mother saw this advertisment in the paper that said ' with Karate, no boy will ever be able to kiss you '. My mom signed me up and - before I was old enough to know better - I became an expert ". The more we spoke, the more I liked her. She was whitty, friendly, intelligent, and beautiful. As we talked, she noticed three boys entering the house. It was obvious that they were college students looking to crash the party. Kitten sighed and said "excuse me, Mike - it looks like I have a little bit of work to do". She walked over to them and comely invited them outside for a little "talk". The three of them were large - each one about six feet tall and, I'd have to say, around 200 pounds. As Kitten walked them out of the house, I followed. She stopped me at the door and said in a calm voice "Mike, perhaps you should remain inside - I don't think you really want to see this". "But Kitten, I'd like to watch you work" I said. She looked at me for a moment and said " very well, but stay a safe distance away. . . . . . and DON'T interfere". We walked out and Kitten went over to the three boys. "I have some rather bad news for you - this is a private party and only invited guests are allowed. So if you don't mind, I'm sure that there are other parties you can crash. . . . . this one is off limits". The largest of the three(and the closest to Kitten)said in a tough voice " and just who is going to make us leave. . . . you". He looked over to his two friends and they all laughed. Kitten comely walked over to him and said, with a smile, "I guess I'll have to won't I ? ". With that, she whorled around and landed a hard, roundhouse kick to the side of his face - sending him on his ass. His two friends rushed forward but, so quick were Kitten's hands and feet, that she easily flattened them also. "Oh come on guys, surely the three of you can handle little old me", she teased. Kitten looked at me and winked. The boys got up and attacked again - angry as hell. But Kitten playfully gave them all a clinic in self - defence. As I watched, amazed, she wasn't even trying hard. She was even pulling her punches; no kicks to the balls, her thrusts seemed to be half - strength, and she was laughing throughout the entire fight. After a few minutes, all three boys were lying on their backs again - they made no effort to get up this time. Kitten stood over them with her hands on her hips smiling down at them. " Now boys" she began " this is just a sample of what I could - and will - do to you if you persist in trying to enter this party. I know you're big, tough guys and you have your pride; but I have a job to do - and I intend to do it. So you'll either find yourselves another party to attend or spend the rest of the night in the emergency ward of a hospital; the choice is yours". Kitten then held out her hand to the nearest guy and helped him up;she did the same to the other two. "Please make the right choice - I really don't want to beat you guys up any more. But I will if I have to". The three boys looked at each other. . . slowly turned around. . . and walked away. As Kitten and I watched them depart she said to me " you see, Mike, no broken bones, no serious injuries, and no lawsuits; just the way my employers like it ". "A few bruised egos " I added. Kitten smiled " You can't sue for that ". She took me by the hand and led me back into the house. The rest of the night passed without incident. To my great satisfaction, Kitten spent almost the entire evening with me. Around 1 a.m. the guests began to filter out. By 2 a.m; Karen, Kitten and I were the only ones left. Karen yawned and said " I'm beat, I'm going to bed". She took out some money from her purse and handed it to Kitten. "No thanks", Kitten said, refuseing the money, "this one was on me". "But you earned it ", Karen insisted. "Not really - it was a fairly easy night ", Kitten responded. My eyes almost came out of my head. "Easy. . . . . easy - you beat up four big guys. . . . three at the same time", I exclaimed. Kitten looked up at me and smiled, " actually Mike, I beat up six guys tonight - two before you arrived. You see what you miss when you come late". Kitten turned back to Karen and said " no payment is necessary. . . . however I would like a small fringe benefit ". Karen giggled and said " sure, you can use Tim's bedroom ". "Oh, Timmy, your brother, I didn't see him here tonight. . . where is he?" "Tim's away at college in the East, he won't be back until the Spring break. Anyway, if you'll excuse me - I'm going to bed". After Karen left, Kitten looked at me and said "well Mike, it looks as if you're going to get your wish tonight ". "What wish is that ", I asked. . . . . . . stupidly. Kitten began to giggle and pointed to the large bulge in my pants. I blushed "Oh come on now, Mike. Give me a little bit of credit here. Do you think that I didn't notice that I'm the kind of girl that turns you on . . . . . . please. And think about this - would I have spent almost the entire evening with you if I didn't want you too? So, are we going to spend the rest of the night down here talking or are we going to take advantage of Timmy's vacant bedroom?" Kitten took my hand and began to lead me up the stairs. "Kitten, you're the most amazing girl I've ever met ", I told her as we got undressed. She smiled at me as we got into the bed. "You ain't seen nothing yet "she said. . . . and she was right.