Tammy, the Bar Room Brawler
by M.C.
A sexy, athletic girl works her way through college...in a rather unusual way.


" POW !," Tammy's right fist slams hard into the jaw of the large, powerfully
built man driving his head back. Before he has time to recover, she nails him
again with a solid left hook to the side of his face and quickly follows it up
with a right uppercut; sending him to the floor. Her girlfriends cheer as the
pretty college junior calmly steps back a bit and allows her stunned opponent
to recover. While he rises to his feet, Tammy takes a sip of her beer and
begins to approached him again. " Come on big boy," she teases," surely a
starting lineman for the football team can do better than this; I'm rather
disappointed in you." Angry, the six foot - three inch 230 pound offensive
right tackle throws a wild punch which the brunette easily ducks under. She
then lands several quick punches into his mid-section before her rock hard
right fist finds his jaw again, sending him back on the floor. Returning to
her friends Tammy smiles. " This is just too easy," she says as she takes
another sip of beer.

It takes the big man a bit longer to get back on his feet this time. " Come on
Robert," his team mates holler from the sidelines," the honor of the football
team is at stake here and we've got a hell of a lot of money riding on this."
Aware that all of his friends as well as many of the sexy cheerleaders are
watching, Robert Wilson - one of the strongest, fastest college football
players in the entire country - knows that if he loses to this girl, he'll
never be able to live it down. He rises and, throwing caution to the
wind, charges forward...right into Tammy's meat grinder. " WHAM ! SMASH !
WHACK !, POW !" four more powerful blows from the pretty - and amazingly
strong - girl and Robert is on his back again. Despite being *only* six
feet tall and weighing a *mere* 200 pounds, the champion discus and shot put
thrower is both surprisingly fast and incredibly strong. In addition to all
that, Tammy is also - at only 21 years old - a very experienced  bar room
brawler; a fact that poor Robert is now finding out the hard way.

" Gee Robert, if I had known you'd be this easy to beat up, I'd have given you
and your friends better odds; even up just doesn't seem fair." Again he rises
to his feet...and again, the muscular girl pounds him back to the floor with
her powerful fists. " Take your time getting up sweetie pie, I've got all
night."

" Robert, what the hell is wrong with you ?," his friends scream," she's only
a girl. We stand to lose a hell of a lot of dough here if she kicks your ass.
Just flatten her and get it over with ! "

" That's right Robert," Tammy laughs as she sits on her bar stool and calmly
takes another sip of beer, " flatten me...if you can."

His eyes swollen, his jaw hurting, bleeding from his nose and mouth with
numerous welts and bruises all over his body, Robert makes one final effort to
salvage his pride; and the money his friends bet on him. On his feet again the
proud athlete charges the smaller woman with his arms outstretched. If he
can't beat her by normal fighting, he'll use his football skills to flatten
her. He can then pound the helpless girl while she's on the floor. It wasn't
the way he would have liked to win this fight, but he didn't seem to have any
alternative. He has to beat her, he just has to. Unfortunately for him, Tammy
had other plans.

Well aware of what he intends to do now, the highly trained athlete - who just
happens to also be an expert in martial arts - prepares herself for what will
be his final assault. Tammy meets his charge with equal determination.
Grabbing his right arm in a perfectly executed judo throw, the powerful girl
sends the mighty football star crashing to the floor again; flat on his back.
Tammy then straddles his chest, grabs him firmly by the collar of his shirt
and cocks back her right fist as she prepares to administer the final blow.
One more solid punch to his already battered jaw would surely send the now
helpless Robert into dreamland.

But as Tammy looks down at him, she can't help but notice something; something
that catches her attention; something that gives her pause. Staring down into
Robert's eyes, she sees the look of fear, a fear that says," Tammy, please
don't hit me again; you win - don't hurt me anymore." She knows that his pride
will not allow him to say this out loud; that he would rather be knocked out
by her in front of everybody then beg for mercy. Although Tammy really doesn't
want to hurt him anymore, her experience in bar room fights has taught her
that she has to finish this decisively. That way there will be no doubt as to
who won - and no problems collecting her winnings afterward.

" Robert," she says softly, leaning over so as not to be overheard by the
others," I really don't want to do this. Please concede and I won't hit you
again. I won; we both know that - and so does everyone else. Don't make me hit
you another time. You seem like a very nice guy and I don't want to hurt you
anymore than I already have; honestly I don't. So please Robert, just give up.
If you don't, then I'm afraid you leave me with no other choice other than
to smash you again."

Staring up at the beautiful face of the 21 year-old girl that totally
demolished him, Robert realizes that it was over; she had comprehensively
beaten him in a fair fight. There was nothing he could do about it; she was
simply too tough for him. Though it's a very difficult thing for him to do,
the proud football player mumbles in a voice barely audible - even to Tammy
who is sitting on top of him - " I give up, you win."

" I'm afraid that won't do Robert," Tammy says with a note of sadness in her
voice," it has to be loud enough for everyone to hear. I don't mean to
humiliate you further honeybunch but there's a lot of money at stake here and
my victory over you has to be unquestioned. Otherwise, some of your friends
might refuse to pay up and that could create certain *problems* for me...and
them. So I'm sorry Robert, but if you don't say it loud enough for everyone to
hear, I'm afraid I'm going to have to knock you out. I'd really rather not
have to do that - you've suffered enough already - but if I have to I will."
Again, Tammy cocks back her right fist and gets ready to smash it into
Robert's jaw. Fortunately, the beaten man - realizing now that he has no other
choice - swallows his pride and says in a voice loud enough for everyone in
the bar to hear," I give up Tammy, you win."

The girls in Tammy's corner erupt into cheers when they hear him say this.
They quickly run over to Robert's disgruntled friends and fellow athletes to
collect Tammy's winnings - least anyone try to leave without paying up.
Reluctantly, the boys reach into their wallets and fork over the cash. Tammy
smiles down at her defeated rival." Thank you for giving up Robert; I really
didn't want to hit you again." She  gets up and reaches out her hand to him,"
help you up big guy ? " After a few moments, the battered football player
grasps her hand and she yanks him to his feet. The victorious girl then
surprises him by planting a kiss on his swollen cheek. " Nothing personal
Robert," she whispers in his ear," this was strictly business; I hope you
understand." Tammy then turns back to her friends to count her take for the
evening. " Hmmm...$1,750 - not bad for fifteen minutes of work." After
generously tipping her friends for their support, Tammy returns to her stool,
finishes her beer and orders another. As she watches yet another battered
opponent limp off, the mighty girl reflects on the *interesting* way she has
chosen to support herself through college.

Three years earlier...

" It's not fair Sally," the large, well built high school senior said to her
friend as she left the university's admissions office," how can I ever hope to
attend this school if I can't get financial assistance ? I broke the women's
state high school records for both the shot put and discus throw and they
still won't give me even a partial athletic scholarship. If I had been a boy
there wouldn't have been a problem. This university has one of the best
psychology programs in the country and I really want to enroll here, but my
parents simply can't afford it. What's a girl to do ? "

Using their fake I.D.s the two girls entered a bar and commiserated over a
couple of beers about Tammy's dilemma. As they sat there a large, boisterous
man entered. " That's King John," one of the patrons who was sitting near the
girls said.

" Why do they call him that ? " Tammy asked out of curiosity, though not
really caring.

"Because he's the meanest, toughest man around," came the response," don't
mess with him."

Tammy and her friend ignored John at first and continued to discuss her
problem - how Tammy could get enough money to support herself through college.
Waiting tables at Denny's ? Slinging burgers at McDonalds ? A sales clerk at
the local mall ? A cocktail waitress ? Tammy didn't find any of these options
much to her liking. The more she and Sally discussed the issue, the more
frustrated Tammy became.

" One hundred dollars says I can kick the ass of anyone in this bar," the
slightly drunken King John blurted out to no one in particular. " One hundred
dollars ! Any of you cowards want to try ? "  When none of the customers dared
to take up his challenge, the arrogant man continued to taunt them, " what's
the matter with you chicken shits, ain't anyone here got the guts to take me
on ? "

As Tammy watched the pompous man parade around the bar she opened her purse
and looked inside her wallet; she had exactly $120. Then, for reasons that she
couldn't quite understand, the 18 year-old high school girl shouted," Hey
tough guy, I'll take up your challenge. Let's see what you've got."

" What ? You ? A girl. I ain't fighten no girl."

" You won't ? So now who's the chickenshit ? I have $100 here that says I can
kick your ass but good macho man. So either put your money where your fat
mouth is or shut the fuck up." Tammy couldn't believe the words that were
coming out of her mouth. Perhaps it was her desperation due to the financial
problems she faced regarding the university she wanted to attend, or maybe it
was her frustration at not being granted at least a partial scholarship
because of her athletic achievements - something for which she felt a male
athlete certainly would have received, or maybe she was just so pissed off by
this conceited bully that she wanted to teach him a lesson. In all likelihood
it was probably a combination of all these factors that led Tammy to rise from
her bar stool and walk over to him," come on tough guy; let's get it on."

At this point Tammy heard Sally's voice cry out," I'll put $50 on Tammy; any
takers ? "

About a dozen people from the crowd that had gathered around immediately took
her up on it; putting their money on King John.

" What in the world are you doing Sally ? " Tammy asked her friend in
surprise. Just look at the size of this guy. Didn't you hear what that man
said ? This guy's toughest person around. Do you have enough money to cover
all these bets ? What if I lose ? " Sally simply smiled back at her friend and
said," well then Tammy, my advice to you is...don't lose. The bets were placed
and Tammy prepared to face the dreaded King John - all six feet four inches
and 245 pounds of him.

Ten minutes later...

" We did great ! We did great ! " Sally shouted to Tammy." I knew you could do
it, I just knew you could." Tammy stood over the beaten, unconscious figure of
the once feared bully who now lay flat on his back on the bar room floor;
battered to a pulp by the 18 year-old girl. Despite his immense size, King
John was simply no match for Tammy's speed, strength and superior fighting
abilities - abilities she had gained through her twelve years of intensive
martial arts training. Though tentative at first, as the fight wore on Tammy
quickly learned how to apply her martial arts skills plus her powerful fists
to her advantage. After only a few minutes, the pretty brunette was battering
King John around the bar and, even more surprising, she was enjoying it. So
much so that when she flattened the dethroned king for good with a powerful
right uppercut to his jaw, Tammy was actually disappointed that he couldn't
get up again - she really wanted to smack him around some more." Gee, that was
fun," she laughed as she looked over at Sally," how much did we make ? "

" Well, let's see now. With the $100 you got from kicking King John's royal
ass, plus the $600 I got from all the side bets - half of which goes to you -
you wind up with $400 and I get $300; that's not bad for ten minutes of work,
eh kiddo ? Tammy, I think we may have solved your financial problems here."
Tammy  looked down at the battered man beneath her and smiled. " Yes Sally,
you might be right about that. We may have found a suitable job for me after
all." The two girls shared a giggle as they walked out of the bar.

As the months went by, Tammy and Sally perfected their technique. They would
enter a bar where a tough crowd was reported to hang out.Tammy would pretend
to get drunk and start making statements like," men, all they are is hot air.
I'd like to see one that can put me down." It usually didn't take long before
some tough, macho man would take up her challenge. Sally would then offer to
cover all bets against her friend and then they'd fight it out. No matter how
big, tough or mean the man looked, all the fights ended the same way - with
the beaten man lying on the floor and Tammy standing triumphantly over him. It
wasn't unusual for the girls to rake in over $1,000 a night; sometimes even
more if Tammy fought two opponents. Tammy, doing the fighting, would receive
70% of the total.

As her reputation grew, tougher men were drawn to challenge her. By now she
usually fought in a local bar not too far from the university; her opponents
would seek her out. Sometimes Tammy would give up over 100 pounds to an
opponent; not that it helped him though. For no matter how big, strong or
experienced her rival was, he always wound up on the floor when the fight was
over. Tammy just loved the thrill of the combat and had to admit it was a
great feeling to see a large, tough man slowly broken down by her powerful
fists. She also enjoyed taunting and teasing her opponents during the fights
to edge them on. But while she relished beating up the men she faced ( she
rarely faced any women ) Tammy never brutalized them by inflicting more damage
than was necessarily to win her fight. She wasn't a sadist, just a fighter or,
as she liked to say (usually with a wink)," I'm just a poor working girl
trying to earn enough money to pay my way through college." 

Broken bones and teeth, fractured jaws and concussions sometimes did
happen however - when you're as strong as Tammy is and hits as hard as she
does it's inevitable. There are occasions when her opponents do
require hospitalization for a few days. In fact one of the emergency rooms at
the local hospital is even called  'Tammy's room'; the room where most of
those unfortunate victims usually wind up. And, although the hospital denies
it, there are rumors that they even schedule extra staff for Friday and
Saturday nights; the nights that Tammy usually does her fighting. To her
credit, Tammy does try to visit those that she put in the hospital when she
has the time.

By the time she was 21 years old, the beautiful girl had - by her estimate -
beaten up over 150 men; Sally claims the figure is actually closer to 200. She
has never been defeated. It was in her junior year at college that some of the
players on the university's football team decided, after several of them had
fallen to her vicious fists, to give her a real challenge. They recruited
Robert Wilson, one of the strongest and fastest linemen in the entire
country, to challenge her - he'd put her in her place for sure. Though Robert
was reluctant to participate at first - the idea of fighting a girl abhorred
him - his teammates prevailed upon him to do it; after all, the honor of the
football team was at stake.

Tammy wasn't pleased when she learned that Robert would be her opponent that
night. Not because she was afraid - Tammy feared no man - but because she kind
of liked him. They shared an English literature class and Tammy was impressed
that a star athlete - possibly bound for the N.F.L. -  would have such a
broad knowledge in Shakespeare as well as other great English writers. On top
of that she also thought he was cute, sexy even. The thought of pounding him
into submission saddened her. But she did have her reputation to think about
and there would - no doubt - be a lot of money riding on this. She knew that
the football team had put him up to this, hoping to avenge the other players
she had battered around. But if Robert publicly challenged her to a fight in
the bar, she would have no option but to accept. And, once he did, then Tammy
the nice college psychology student would take a back seat as Tammy the bar
room brawler took over. Fate seemed to be drawing them together, but not in
the way she had wished for...

Tammy sighed as she watched the handsome boy that she had just pummeled limp
out of the bar. She hoped someday things would be different; she'd have a
*normal* job. For now, however, bar room fighting was her meal ticket; and
that's the way it would be. Tammy finished her beer and headed towards the
exit. She was glad Robert conceded defeat though; she really didn't want to
have to knock him out. Perhaps if they had met under different circumstances,
Tammy and Robert could have dated; she really would have liked that. But,
after smashing him around the bar in front of all his friends, she saw little
likelihood of that ever happening. It was an occupational hazard. What can she
do ? Being a woman bar room brawler and dating guys just didn't seem to fit
together. Tammy knew it was a cross she would have to bare as long as she was
in this business. But how else can a college girl make over $1,500 a weekend
and enjoy herself  at the same time ? Tammy frowned as she walked out to her
car; it was starting to rain. She turned on the ignition and began the short
drive to her apartment near the university.

Tammy had only driven about a half a mile when she spotted a large man off to
the side of the road walking slowly with a limp. She pulled over and rolled
down her window," need a lift back to the university, Robert ? " He bent down
and looked inside the car. " No thanks," he said gruffly when he recognized
who it was. Tammy thought it over for a few moments, then got out of her car.
" Robert," she said a bit more firmly this time," I know you don't like me
because of what happened at the bar this evening but it's over a mile to the
campus, it's raining and you're limping. Please, get in my car."

"No thanks. I'll make it on my own."

Tammy walked up to Robert and grabbed him firmly by his shirt collar. " Listen
to me now ! I kicked your ass in the bar and I'll kick it again right here if
you don't get your butt in my car this instant ! " She practically dragged the
230 pound football player over to the passenger side and opened the car door.
"Get in, NOW ! " He got in. "There," Tammy said as she started up her car
again," that wasn't so bad, was it ? " As she drove on towards the university,
Tammy looked at her battered passenger and said," Robert, I'm really sorry I
had to do that to you tonight; but your *friends* on the football team set you
up. I had no choice; this is what I do. I'm just sorry it had to be you."

Robert didn't say anything; he just stared out the window.

As they neared the university Tammy said, " Robert, you really need to get
yourself cleaned up. I know the showers in the dorms are awful - dirty and
dingy. Why don't we stop over at my place and you can have yourself a decent
shower there. I'll even make you some coffee." There was a moment of silence
before she heard him say," and if I refuse ? Are you going to kick my ass ? "

Thinking quickly she responded," if that's really what you want me to do,
Robert, then I'll gladly comply; but please have your shower first." Tammy and
Robert looked at each other and a smile passed between them. Tammy suddenly
felt a warmth inside of her; a feeling she hadn't felt in a very long time.
She helped the limping football player up the two flights of stairs and they
entered her apartment. Robert removed his sweaty, smelly and bloody clothes
and entered the shower. But, when he was finished, his clothes were nowhere to
be found.  " I put them in the washing machine, Robert," Tammy said,
anticipating his question," they were dirty and bloody. Were you in a fight or
something ? "

" You might say that. What will I wear in the meantime ? "

The bathroom door swung open and Robert's swollen jaw dropped. For
there, standing before him, was a powerfully built, six-foot, 200 pound, naked
woman; the most beautiful he had ever seen. " Wear ? " Tammy asked in her
cutest voice," you'll wear your birthday suit...just like me." She held out
her hand and gently took his. Then the mighty girl, undefeated in over 150 bar
room fights, led her latest *victim* into the bedroom.

When they approached her bed, Tammy surprised Robert by lifting his 235 pounds
up off the floor and gently lowering him to the mattress. The ease with which
she had done this sent shivers down his spine. She then lay down next to him,
wrapped one of her muscular arms around his shoulder and pulled the very
nervous Robert close to her." What's the matter honey ?," Tammy whispered
softly in his ear," never been cuddled by a bar room brawler before ? " Before
he had a chance to say a word, Tammy leaned over and kissed his swollen lips;
he cringed from the pain." Oh, poor baby," she teased," I guess mommy was a
bit to rough on you tonight, wasn't she ? Well, let's see if I can't make it
up to you now."

Tammy reached down with her strong right hand and playfully began to
fondle Robert's penis; the irony was not lost on him. The very same hand that
she used to punish him so severely only an hour earlier she was now using to
give him great joy. In less than a minute his sexual organ was as stiff as a
board. " Oh my, what have we here ? " she giggled. While continuing to slowly
stroke his penis, Tammy, with her left hand, began to rub his chest; carefully
avoiding the numerous black and blue welts she had given him. " Gee," she
thought to herself," I really worked this guy over pretty good, didn't I ? "
The fighter in her answered back," well, he knew very well what he was getting
himself into when he stepped up to face you."  But the lover in her - which
was now the stronger influence - responded," true, but I still feel bad I had
to beat him up so badly; he's such a hunk." The more Tammy fondled him, the
more aroused she became; as did he. Passions she had suppressed for so long
were now on the verge of exploding." Robert, I think we'll forget about the
coffee tonight."

For the next several hours the large, strong man and the large, even stronger
woman embraced each other in a night of erotic passion that neither had ever
experienced before. Although she knew that she could dominate him whenever she
wished, Tammy nevertheless allowed Robert to take control from time to time.
She felt she had crushed his ego enough earlier; now it was the time for
mutual satisfaction. If she tried to control him too much, she knew she'd lose
him and this would simply be a one night stand - something Tammy definitely
did not want.The night passed by but the two lovers didn't seem to notice, so
enamored with each other were they. Finally, just as dawn broke, they
collapsed into each other's muscular arms. The last words Robert uttered to
her before sleep overtook him were," I love you, Tammy."

The beautiful, invincible bar room brawler smiled to herself as she rested her
head on Robert's chest; it had been an interesting night. Over the course of a
few hours she first pounded this handsome man into submission, took him to her
apartment and then made passionate love to him. His last words to her sealed
their fate. Tammy had found her man - ironically, after kicking his ass in a
fight. Just before joining her lover in slumber, the powerful woman reflected
again on the path she had chosen. Some women worked their way through college
by waiting on tables, others by selling items in stores. There were those that
served drinks to lonely men in nightclubs. Tammy beat up men in bars...and she
wouldn't have it any other way.