Sherry, One Very Tough Girl
by M.C.
Dennis discovers that the pretty girl that sits behind him in class is a lot tougher than she looks.


Dennis Richardson stood in the waiting room and shadow boxed; he was as ready
as he'll ever be. The well built, six foot-three inch, 230 pound tight end of
his college football team could hear the cheers of the crowd outside. "The
first fight must be over," he thought to himself, "that means my turn is
coming up." Dennis couldn't believe it when that strange woman came up to him
as he was working out in the university weight room and offered to pay him
$100 if he would engage in a bare-knuckled fight in this bar; and $1,000 if he
won. He had absolutely no idea who his opponent would be but felt confident
that his size, strength and quickness - not to mention his football training -
would be sufficient to see him through. After all, wasn't he was considered to
be the toughest guy on his team - after Jeff Morgan, the gargantuan 275 pound
right tackle that is. And since he already recieved the $100 for just showing
up what did he have to lose?

There was a knock on the door. When he opened it the strange woman
entered."The first fight is over Mr. Richardson. Yours is scheduled to begin
in fifteen minutes. Do you have any questions?"

"Yes. Let's go over this again. All I have to do is beat this guy and you'll
give me a thousand dollars?"

"That's correct Mr. Richardson. It's a bare-knuckled fight with no referee.
The fight will last until one of you either gives up or is deemed unable to
continue. Since we are located well outside the city limits, I can stage this
kind of event without any problems from the authorities - so long as no one
dies that is. I've already paid you $100 for showing up. If you win, I'll give
you $1,000 more on the spot. Is that clear?"

"Yes it is Miss..."

"Wendell, Cynthia Wendell; and it's Ms. I reverted to my maiden name after my
husband passed away ten years ago. My friends call me Cindy though. Are you
ready Mr. Richardson?"

"Yes I am," the large, muscular football player said beaming with confidence.
"Bring this guy on...he's dead meat!"

Thirty minutes later...

Dennis staggard back into the waiting room. Blood was dripping from his nose,
his jaw was swollen, he had the makings of at least one black eye plus
probably more than a dozen welts and bruises over various parts of his body.
In addition to that, he was on the verge of crying. Never in all his 21 years
had the strong, athletic jock recieved a beating like the one he just
recieved. Not only was he battered but also humiliated in front of his
girlfriend Karen along with many of his other college friends who came to
watch. It was the longest - and worst - half hour of his life. But what made
it all even worse for him, and what will probably take him years to forget -
if he'll ever forget - was that this severe beating was given to him...by a
girl!

Not just any girl though, it was Sherry Walker, the cute little girl who sits
right behind him in his English literature class. The one who always giggles
to herself whenever she thinks something is funny."How tall could she be
anyway?" Dennis wondered,"five feet-six at the most; and she couldn't have
weighed more than 150 pounds." And athough she did appear to be in excellent
shape, the large, strong athlete still couldn't understand how a girl that he
literally towers over and outweighed by 80 pounds could beat him up so easily?
She was even giggling throughout most of the fight! As he continued to think
about the shocking event that just happened to him, tears began to swell up in
Dennis' eyes.

Meanwhile, in another room near-by...

Sherry Walker calmly sat down in front of the mirror in her dressing room,
untied her long ponytail and began to brush her beautiful auburn hair. Two
opponents, two easy victories; it had been a very successful night. There was
a knock on the door. "Hi Cindy, how'd we do tonight?"

"Excellent Sherry, much better than I expected." She pulled out a wad of money
and began to count out Sherry's take. "$1300 dollars; not a bad night's work
for beating up those two macho clowns." (Cindy couldn't help but notice the
frown on Sherry's face when she said that)."What never ceases to amaze me that
these men all think that just because a guy is big and strong, he'll beat you.
I suppose I shouldn't complain though, we've make quite a lot of money off
them every time they bet on their 'Great Male Hope'. But you'd think that
they'd have learned their lesson by now."

Cindy, some twenty years Sherry's senior, paused for a moment, then said,"I
couldn't help but notice that you took it kind of easy on that Dennis guy; he
actually walked away under his own power. Do you like him or something?"

"He's just a guy that I sit behind in one of my classes, that's all."

"Yes, of course he is," Cindy winked.

"And just what was that supposed to mean?"

"It means that I think you're getting emotionally involved Sherry. These
self-absorbed jocks are just meal tickets for us and we've made a mint by
betting on you to kick their asses. If you start thinking of them as *human*,
it could have an adverse effect on this business venture of ours. The men who
I bet with want nothing more than to see you get pounded into the floor by
these rough, tough macho guys. They hate watching you, a girl, beat up their
*heroes* week in and week out; it's a blow to their ego. That's why I try to
find the toughest guys around for you to fight. The tougher the man, the
bigger our payday when you smash him. How many men have you beaten up since we
began this partnership of ours? 25? 30?"

"With the two tonight it's 27."

"27, and there will be a hell of a lot more. You know my philosophy,'never
underestimate a man's ability to underestimate the power of a woman'. Do you
really like this Dennis guy?" (Sherry's silence told Cindy all she needed to
know). "In that case my advice to you is to simply *take* him. As a strong,
tough female boxer who beats up men for a living, 99% of the guys you'll meet
in college will probably be intimidated by you; if not downright scared
shitless. So if you really like this guy, then go after him. But you will have
to be the aggressor because after the pounding you just gave him in front of
his friends, I doubt he'll be asking you for a date anytime soon. Then you'll
have your guy and you can concentrate on the important thigs in life; boxing
and your university studies."

Sherry gazed up at the older woman. "Since when does my personal life matter
to you Cindy?" she asked after a long pause. "Why do you care?"

"Because I do Sherry that's why. You're...very important to me." Another long
moment of silence then pervaded the room. Finally Cindy spoke,"Sherry, you are
without a doubt the finest bare-knuckle fighter I have ever seen - male or
female. No matter how big or strong your opponent is, he always winds up flat
on his back. Nobody can stand up to you, nobody. You've got that inner
strength, that something special deep down inside of you that makes you
virtually invincible; and, of course, you've also got those fists of steel."

"Do you remember when I put you up against the winner of the 'Tougest Man in
the State' contest?" (Sherry began to giggle as she recalled the beating she
gave him, he even tried to climb out of the ring to get away from her). "So
please, don't let your emotions get in the way of this very lucrative business
we have. You're a 21 year-old college girl who can make over a thousand
dollars a week simply by beating up men...and that's going to be my last word
on this subject."

Cindy handed the wad of cash to the tough, muscular - but suprisingly
beautiful - girl. "By- the-way Sherry, I think I have another tough, macho guy
lined up for next week," she said with a smile,"we'll probably make another
bundle on this one." Cindy whispered his name into Sherry's ear, whereupon the
female pugilist began to laugh."Great! I'm looking forward to it already; tee,
hee, hee." Cindy bid Sherry good night and left the room. The unbeatable woman
boxer then returned to brushing her hair, pondering her mentor's advice as she
did so.

Ten minutes later Sherry emerged from a side door of the bar and began walking
towards her car. With her hair neatly brushed, a bit of mascara on her eyes
and a touch of perfume, she looked like she just came out of a beauty parlour,
not a barroom brawl. As the five foot- six inch, 150 pound woman got into her
car, she couldn't help but overhear the two people, a guy and a girl, arguing
loudly on the far side of the parking lot.

"She humiliated you Dennis, that little girl kicked your ass but good! And
after my friends and I came all the way out here to watch. Some tough guy you
are. I'm embarrassed to even be seen with you now you wimp! Beaten up by a
little girl!"

"But Karen, didn't you see how fast those fists of hers were? I could barely
see them. They were just blurs and seemed to be coming at me from ten
different directions at once. And when she hit, it felt like someone was
throwing rocks at me. I've never met anyone who can hit like that. She moved
so quickly, I didn't even come close to hitting her. She may be a girl
Karen...but she fights like a man." (It was only with the greatest amount of
restraint that Sherry was able to keep herself from laughing out loud when she
heard this).

"Excuses, excuses. You embarrassed me in front of all my friends. We're
through Dennis, finished! I going to go with Jeff Morgan...a *real* man. Hell,
I don't even want your miserable ass in my car. Find another way back to the
university you wimp!" With that, the angry girl slammed the car door shut,
turned on the ingition and sped off; leaving the battered and disheveled
football player alone in the parking lot. Well...not completely alone.

"Hey there big fella, need a ride?" Sherry yelled out of the window as she
started up her car and slowly drove up to where he was standing. Because the
parking lot was dimly lit, Dennis couldn't see who was speaking at first. But
when he bent down and peered inside, he recoiled back in shock.

"Not from you," he barked out,"not after what you did to me tonight."

"Well honey, it's twenty miles to the university and, in case you hadn't
noticed, we seem to be the only ones here."

Dennis looked around and realized that the girl was right, hers was the only
car left in the parking lot. "I'd prefer to walk than to ride with you," he
said indignantly and stomped off.

Sherry watched him for a few moments and then remembered what Cindy had told
her. She pulled her car up alongside him again and got out. "Listen to be big
boy," she began in a firm tone of voice," you have two choices, either you get
your ass in the car right now, or I'll pound you again and toss you in. But
one way or another, you're coming with me!"

"Like hell I am!"

WHAM! Sherry's responce was a solid right hook to the jaw that sent the
powerful football player back against the hood of her car. THUD! POW! a left
to the stomach followed by a right uppercut to his already abused jaw and
Dennis collapsed on the ground."Get in the car...NOW!" Sherry demanded. Slowly
he rose to his feet and, fighting to hold back his tears, got into the
passenger side of her car. "There now, was that really so difficult Dennis?"
Sherry asked in a softer tone as she sat down in the driver's seat. "Buckle up
honey, I wouldn't want you to get hurt anymore; I think you've had quite
enough for one night." Giggling to herself, the tough woman boxer pulled out
of the parking lot and began to drive back to the city.

As she drove, Sherry noticed tears falling down Dennis' cheeks. She reached
into her purse, took out a tissue and gently began to wipe his face. "Tell me
something Dennis, did you really think that Cindy was going to just give away
a $1,000? I mean, I'm sorry I had to beat you up tonight, but when you stepped
into the ring against me you weren't just the guy that sits in front of me in
my English Literature class anymore. Then you became my opponent and I did
what I had to do...my job."

"You humiliated me in front of all my friends," he said glumly.

"You know, unlike you I didn't get a full scholarship to attend the
university. I was the best all-round athlete in my high school - male or
female; I even hold a second degree black belt in Shotokan Karate. But did I
get any offers from universities? Not one. I'm majoring in special education
and this school has one of the best programs in the entire country. How can I,
a girl from a middle class family, afford to pay for tuition and living
expences which amount to over $25,000 a year?"

Dennis didn't answer, he just looked out the window.

"Do you know how much I made tonight? $1,300; just for beating you and that
other guy. You were lucky Dennis, I was easy on you. Did you see what I did to
that jerk I fought before you? They had to carry him out on a stretcher.
That's what you get when you call me a 'bitch' during a fight." Sherry took
her right hand off the steering wheel and gently put it on Dennis' left;
whereupon he immediately took his hand away. She sighed and drove on in
silence, thinking again about what Cindy had said to her earlier.

Ten minutes later...

"This is the highway exit to the university, aren't you getting off here?"

"No Dennis, I've changed my mind. You're coming home with me."

"What? You mean I'm going to your place? No way. I'm getting out here!"

Sherry began to giggle. "Dennis, we're going over sixty miles an hour. If you
really want to get out of my car now then be my guest; the door is to your
right." Needless to say he remained in his seat. Sherry drove on for a few
more miles before turning off the highway. She pulled up to an apartment
complex and parked her car in front of it. Then she got out, walked around to
the passenger side and opened the door. "Welcome to my humble abode Dennis,
care to come inside?"

"Absolutely not! I'm not getting out of this car...and you can't make me."

"Oh I can't? Well, we'll just have to see about that." Sherry leaned over and
shot her rock hard fist straight into his chin (not as hard as she did
earlier, but not easy either). A few seconds later she did it again...then
again...and again. "I can do this all night Dennis. It wasn't my intention to
use you for a punching bag again, but if you insist on being difficult you
leave me with no other choice." After half a dozen punches the proud athlete
relented.

"O.K. Sherry, I'll get out...you win."

"I always do Dennis," she laughed,"I always do." Sherry helped him out of the
car and led him up to her apartment on the second floor. When they were
inside, she playfully pushed him down onto a large sofa and sat next to him.
"Well handsome, I couldn't help but notice that you and your cheerleader
girlfriend have split up. Any plans for the rest of the night? Other than sulk
that is."

The six foot-three inch, 230 pound muscular athlete looked over at the five
foot-six inch 150 pound girl sitting next to him "Sherry, you can't keep
beating me up every time you want me to do something."

"Oh can't I? Well, we'll see about that too." The strong, tough girl got up
and walked over to her dresser. She took out her hairbrush and returned to the
sofa. "Dennis, I want you to brush my pretty hair." She held out her hairbrush
in front of him."And if you don't, I'm going to kick your ass again...or
better yet, I'm going to take you across my knee and give you a good spanking.
So, what's it gonna be tough guy?" After a short pause, the once proud
football star swallowed his pride, took Sherry's hairbrush and slowly began to
stroke her long, beautiful auburn hair."You were saying Dennis?" she giggled.

After about ten minutes Sherry said,"you like brushing my hair don't you?" She
reached back and put her hand inside Dennis' boxing shorts. Sherry grabbed his
penis and gave it a firm squeeze. "You like brushing my hair, don't you?" she
repeated.

"Ye-Yes."

"Good. Because from now on your going to come over here and brush my hair
every day, aren't you?" she squeezed even harder.

"Yes, yes. Sherry, please stop this! You're hurting me," he cried.

Sherry eased up on her grip. "O.K. honey, just as long as you get my
point...you did get my point, didn't you?"

"Yes," Dennis said, meekly accepting his fate now,"I got your point."

"O.K. then. Now take off your clothes."

"My-my clothes?"

"Yes honey, your clothes. You know, those things you're wearing on your body.
Or would you prefer another beating?"

Dennis stood up and slowly took off his clothes.

"My my, what a gorgeous body you have there." She reached down and grabbed his
penis again; thoroughly enjoying the complete dominiation she had over
him."Come with me loverboy, the night is still young." With her hand firmly
grasping his penis, the tough, beautiful girl led the large, but completely
emasculated athlete into her bedroom. She tossed him onto her bed, stripped
off her clothes and then jumped on top of him. Sherry was right...the night
was still young.

The next morning...

Sherry rested her chin on Dennis' large chest as she lay next to him. Gently,
she rubbed her right hand over his naked, muscular body; taking care to avoid
the many welts and bruises which she had given him the night before with that
very same hand. "Irony of ironies," she giggled to herself. "How are you
feeling this morning honey bunny?" the tough female asked in her cutest,
little girlie voice.

"I've felt better. Sherry, how on earth did you ever learn to hit so hard?
I've faced guys nearly twice your size and they can't hit anywhere near as
hard as you can. Your fists must be made of stone or something."

Sherry smiled. "That's a trade secret Dennis and I can't reveal it to anyone."
She bunched her hand into a fist and playfully tapped him on the nose. "But if
you're a good boy and do as I tell you, then you won't have to feel the
strength of my hands again." She opened her fist, reached down and began to
fondle his penis,"except, of course, like this; tee, hee, hee."

"Because of you my girlfriend broke up with me."

"If she wouldn't stand by you when you were down, then what good is she? In
the long run I probably did you a big favor Dennis.

"You embarrassed me in front of all my friends."

Sherry sighed. "Look, I told you this already last night. When you agreed to
accept Cindy's offer you set this all in motion. By stepping into the ring
with me you became by opponent. I had to beat you up; it's what I do. You
probably thought your size, strength and football experience would be enough;
you thought wrong. I'm very sorry Dennis, but you brought this on yourself."

Suddenly Sherry rose from the bed and grabbed Dennis firmly by his hair. She
yanked him sideways so that he was now lying on the width of her bed with his
head dangling over the side. Still holding him by the hair, Sherry sat her
strong, firm, naked body on top of his chest; straddling him, with her feet
resting on the floor. "O.K. now you big crybaby," she said as she forced his
face up into her pussy,"let's see if you can do anything else with this tongue
of yours other than whine."

After several more hours of passionate lovemaking, the powerful girl grabbed
her lover and said in a manner that allowed for absolutely no
contradiction,"now boyfriend of mine, this is what you're going to do..."

Over the course of the next week, Dennis moved out of the university dorm he
had been living in and into Sherry's apartment. The wounds he recieved from
the beating she gave him healed and he gradually came around to accepting her
superiority over him. The only thing that still irked Dennis was seeing Karen
- his ex-girlfriend - together with Jeff Morgan; and the smirks on their faces
everytime they passed him on campus.

"I wouldn't worry too much about them sweetie pie," Sherry said on Thursday
night as she sat on the corner of her bed. Dennis, as usual, was sitting
behind her and brushing her beautiful auburn hair. "I have a sneeking
suspicion that their relationship won't last too much longer."

"How could you possibly know that Sherry?" Dennis asked.

"Let's just call it a woman's intuition," she replied with a giggle, then
added,"by-the-way honey, since you're my boyfriend now, you're required to
attend all of my Friday night fights; and I expect to hear you cheering loudly
for me."

"Who are you fighting this week?"

"Oh, probably just another pompous jock that thinks he's the king of the
world. We'll find out tomorrow night." Because he was sitting behind her,
Dennis couldn't see the enigmatic smile Sherry had on her pretty face when she
said this.

Friday Night...

The men in the crowd stood in stunned silence at the scene before them while
most of the women cheered ecstatically. The huge, 275 pound man lay in the
middle of the ring, battered to a pulp. Standing thiumphantly over him -
flexing her muscles with one foot on his massive chest - was Sherry; who had
just claimed her 28th victim. Dennis also stared in disbelief as he watched
the four men put Jeff Morgan's barely conscious body onto the stretcher and
begin to carry him out of the ring. Out of the corner of his eye, Dennis
caught sight of his ex-girlfriend Karen...crying. He had to admit he felt
pretty darn good about seeing that.

"Well honey bunny, did you enjoy the fight?" the invincible woman asked her
boyfriend as she took him by the hand and led him into her dressing room.

"Well...yes actually, I did; very much in fact."

"Good," she grinned. "So how long do you think Karen and Jeff will be together
after what I did to him tonight?"

"If past experience is anything to judge by, probably not very long."

They entered Sherry's dressing room and she led him over to the large mirror.
Sherry sat down in front of it, undid her ponytail and handed Dennis her
hairbrush; he didn't need to be told what to do next. "So honey," she smiled
up at his reflexion in the mirror,"tell me the truth, were you surprised by
what you saw tonight?"

"Yes Sherry, I was. I mean, you didn't just beat him...you demolished him.
Jeff is by far the toughest guy on our football team, and you took him apart
piece by piece. I never thought I'd ever see the great Jeff Morgan crying."

"Well, you probably never thought you'd ever see the great Jeff Morgan beaten
up by a girl either," she giggled.

Sherry, you're...you're incredible; totally awesome. How do you do it?"

"I told you before honey," she winked,"that's a trade secret."

Overcome with emotion - and desire - Dennis stopped brushing Sherry's hair and
put his arms around the powerful girl. "I love you Sherry. You're so
incredible...and so beautiful." The unbeatable woman boxer rose from her chair
and turned around. The two lovers embraced in a series of long, passionate
kisses.

As they embraced, Cindy quietly entered the room and placed a wad of cash -
$2,200 this time - on the table beside them. She and Sherry exchanged a brief,
but knowing, smile. Cindy then began to leave the room as quietly as she had
entered. As she passed by on her way out, Sherry whispered,"thanks mom...for
everything."