Boxing Judy
Edited By Merz 
A tough female CEO takes up the womanly art boxing


(Note: this isn't my story. MC wrote "Betty learns to Box" and asked for
evaluations. With his permission I edited it and changed the name of the main
character to avoid confusion with my own boxing Betty. My hope is that I got
the same themes and a sense of the same characters across as the original, but
with a few less words. The good stuff - characters, plot - are all due to MC.
I was just tinkering. Merz)

The 36 year-old advertising executive looked the big brunette over and over...
and over. Judy was under no illusions as to what he was looking at, and it
wasn't her potential boxing abilities. She had come directly from work to the
gym, her makeup still on to accent her full lips, eyes shadowed to appear
larger, cheeks painted to look smooth and fresh. She smiled and met his gaze
as a way to distract him from really appreciating the width of her shoulders,
the thickness of her chest and arms, the obvious power of her thighs below her
loose gym shorts. Finally he said with a smirk, "Sure, I'll go a few of rounds
with you - but if you want to play with the boys don't expect me to take it
easy on you just because you're a woman. Anyone who steps into the ring with
me gets the full treatment; understand? O.K. then. I'll go change my clothes,
put on my boxing gear and we can go at it (wink)."

Judy watched Larry as he swaggered off to the men's locker room, then turned
to her personal trainer, Candy. "He's a good looking guy, but what an
attitude. I think he needs to be taught a good lesson. It'll be a shame to
have to smash up that handsome face of his though."

Candy looked at her star pupil with a mixture of both surprise and concern. In
less than a year since joining the health club Judy had made incredible gains
in strength and endurance, adding aerobic boxing with some of the other women
to her twice-daily regimen of weightlifting. Candy had seen pounds melt off
the larger woman's form, to be replaced by thick muscle as she drove herself
to exhaustion day after day. But now she was proposing a huge leap from
fitness boxing to actually sparring with a strong, trained man.

"Judy, Larry has won the open boxing championship of my club for the past two
years. In fact, since he started working out here I've never seen him beaten.
He is an arrogant bastard and a chauvinist, but he also happens to be a very
good amateur boxer. And he's beaten up women before. To him we're all just sex
objects, and if one of us stands up to him or dares to challenge him like you
are in boxing, he's brutal, he goes crazy. You've been boxing for less than
two months Judy, and you've never faced anyone in the ring except for the
women in my club; none of whom offered you any kind of challenge. Granted,
you're one hell of an athlete and a damn hard worker - the hardest worker I've
ever seen as a matter of fact. But what makes you think you can take on a
good, experienced boxer like Larry in a real match?"

"Because I love a challenge Candy; I thrive on it, always have. It's what
motivates me. All my life I've faced challenges, and I've always gotten what I
went after. I'll never forget the day I fought the defending city karate
champion in the 18 and under division. He was 18 and supposedly unbeatable.
Well, I kicked his ass but good...and I was only 16 at the time. I can tell
when my opponent is beaten; I can see it in their eyes. I've seen it in the
karate dojo, on the basketball court and in the boardroom. It's the look that
says 'you've beaten Judy, I can't stand against you'. I just can't describe
what a thrill it is for me when that happens. When I see an arrogant, tough,
self-important macho man literally crumbling at my feet...and I have a strong
feeling I'll be seeing it in Larry's eyes tonight. Besides, you and I built
his body. Let's see what it can really do."

Candy sighed. "O.K. Judy, do what you feel you have to. But do be
careful...and remember everything I taught you."

Judy lifted her 215 pounds up into the ring and began to shadow box while she
waited for Larry to return. She looked down at her mentor and smiled, "Don't
worry Candy, I'll remember everything you taught me about boxing, and
everything you taught me about power lifting, and everything I learned in
karate, and everything I've learned in business. I'm really looking forward to
this." A few minutes later her six-foot two inch, 190 pound, muscular opponent
emerged from the men's locker room and made his way over to the boxing ring.

Larry climbed inside and stood face-to-face with the large woman. Even though
she outweighed him by twenty-five pounds - and was extremely well built -
Larry didn't appear to be too concerned. He was, after all, the two-time
boxing champion of the health club. Larry was taller, probably faster and
certainly much more experienced than she was. But most important of all, he
was a man. "Nice tits. I'll humor her for awhile," he smugly thought to
himself. "Then, when she's had enough, I'll make my move. Maybe if there's
anything left of her afterwards I'll make some more moves."

Judy didn't have to be a mind reader to know what Larry was thinking at this
point; his body language said it all. "You men really are all alike," she
thought to herself. "You see a female and right away you think you're the
superior one. How many times have I sat across from some smug, arrogant man in
a company boardroom at the start of a negotiation and then broken him,
outmaneuvered his proposals, shattered his ego? You're no different. You see
yourself being confronted by a woman and right away you think you have the
advantage. Well tough guy, you're about to get the shock of your life...and
I'm really going to enjoy giving it to you."

That's what Judy thought to herself. But what she said out loud was (in her
cutiest, little girlie voice),"O.K. Mr. Nelson, I'm ready whenever you
are...and I hope I can give you a decent workout; tee, hee, hee." He smiled
smugly at her. They both put up their boxing gloves and prepared to spar.

Remembering what Candy told her, the large, muscular brunette began to dance
up and down on the balls of her feet; her long, hair bouncing up and down
behind her. As Larry confidently closed in, Judy suddenly screamed "HAI" and
lashed out. The karate scream startled Larry as she intended so he offered a
stationary target to hit. If he had held up an inch-thick board as protection
her blow would have shattered it on the way to crashing into his chin. She
followed with a left jab to the nose and a twisting right that drilled into
his middle. The surprising speed and force of her blows snapped his head back
and sent him stumbling into the ropes. She followed quickly.

Angry, Larry threw a wild right hook which the big woman deftly blocked by
putting up her left arm. She used the opening he created to land another right
cross to his jaw; then a fast left-right combination to his face. "Oh Larry,"
she teased, "you're making this too easy for me; tee, hee, hee." Judy then
backed off and began to dance up and down again. She looked over at Candy and
winked. "The boy has a temper that he lets get away from him. That's useful
information", she thought.

Furious at having been bested in their first exchange, Larry moved forward and
began throwing jabs of his own. The boxing area of the health club resonated
with the 'thump, thump, thump' sound of gloves banging into each other. But
try as he might, all of Larry's jabs were stopped short of their destination
as they smacked against Judy's boxing gloves; 'thump, thump, thump'. Then a
few punches did manage to break through...only they were Judy's.

She followed that up with a quick, stinging series of blows to his head and
mid-section. As Judy drove her opponent back, she heard the sounds of cheers
coming from behind her... female cheers. They were from Candy and the women of
her boxing club.

Practically all of the members of the health club disliked Larry - they found
him to be a vain, self-centered egotist. But the women had an additional
reason to dislike him: he was always trying to hit on them. Handsome, athletic
and successful, Larry thought of himself as God's gift to women while most of
them thought of him as nothing more than a pompous, conceited jock. Candy
never liked him either, but she felt she couldn't just toss him out of the
health club unless one of the women issued a formal complaint against him;
which none of them did. Watching Judy smack Larry around the ring gave them
all a feeling of satisfaction.

The 215 pound, muscular woman drove her 190 pound opponent back into one of
the corners with her powerful blows. Desperately, Larry tried to strike back,
but Judy leaned against him, too close for him to punch, and used her weight
to press him tightly into the corner while he wasted strength trying to push
her off. "Break!" Candy called from outside the ring, and Judy bounced away
and out of range before Larry could launch an attack.

She then continued to hammer away at him. "Gee Larry, you're so much more fun
than hitting a punching bag; tee, hee, hee." Repeatedly cornered by a stronger
opponent, Larry tried every boxing trick he knew. But to no avail. When one of
his punches did manage to strike her, Judy simply laughed it off - it was like
hitting a tank with a tennis ball. Worse, even the blows he blocked hurt,
stinging his arms and shoulders, sapping his strength. Judy continued to rain
punches on him until Candy rang the bell to end the first round.

As Larry staggered back to his corner, Judy smiled and waved to the women who
were cheering for her. "When's your next boxing tournament?" she asked Candy
as she sat down on her stool. "I think I'll enter it."

"In two months. Will you be ready by then (wink)?"

"Oh I don't know, it depends on whether Larry can give me a better workout
than he's done so far. Toss me that towel, will you? I need to get my war
paint off."

"Maybe you should ease up for the next round. You know, move around for
awhile."

"Right, that's exactly what I'll do." Judy rubbed vigorously to remove the
lipstick, eyeliner, and layers of makeup that were starting to run with the
rivulets of sweat coursing down her face.

Larry came out at the beginning of the second round and tried mixing up his
punches. Judy seemed content to simply dance on her feet and defend herself
against his blows. Her constant movement made it very difficult for Larry to
land any solid blows; and the glancing ones he did manage to land didn't seem
to faze her at all. Judy danced around the ring with a smile on her pretty
face in the same manner she had seen the smiling women use when they used
boxing for exercise, seeming weightless so she offered no resistance against
any blows thrown. When Larry threw a punch, Judy simply bounced backward
before he could make any hard contact with her head or body. Meanwhile Larry
stalked her with a look of stoic determination on his face. He knew he had
been badly out boxed in the first round. Furthermore, all of the women who
were watching were rooting for Judy. He had to beat her, his reputation was at
stake. After about a minute, the attractive brunette became more aggressive,
countering Larry's blows with punches of her own. Unlike his however, hers
were landing.

The women began to cheer again as it became obvious that Larry was tiring from
forcing the pace of the fight, chasing her around the ring. He lurched
forward, but this time Judy spun to the side out of the way and surprised him
by lashing a crisp backfist into the side of his face. She followed up with a
quick left-right combination to Larry's face and then a solid right to his
midsection. "Punchy, punchy," she giggled. As in the first round when Judy
began to tease him, Larry lost his cool. In amateur rules all punches have to
come with the front of the gloves. Technically her backfist was an illegal
blow. She had cheated, but there was no way he dared complain about such a
technicality. It would just sound like whining in front of all these women. In
a rage he forgot most of his training and strategy. He just wanted to beat
this woman, to pay her back for humiliating him this way. He threw a series of
hard, wild punches, which the agile Amazon was able to either avoid or
deflect. And when she sensed that his attack was slowing down, Judy resumed
the offensive.

With about a minute left in the round though, the strong woman did something
totally unexpected. She calmly walked back to her corner, smiled at her
opponent and said, "O.K. tough guy, give me your best shots." Enraged, Larry
stormed over and began throwing everything he had at her face. Judy just stood
there with her gloves up and blocked them all...not one single punch got
through! Remembering her karate training Judy focused on ki, her center of
energy. Most of the punches coming at her she deflected by turning with the
force or leaning a few inches backward just before a punch landed. She could
feel the power seep away from Larry's weary arms as he punched himself out
against her protective arms, ignoring the rest of her body in his rage. By the
time Candy rang the bell to end the second round, Larry was beaten - not
physically (not yet anyway) but psychologically. He had lost hope of winning.
"Rest up, honeybunch," Judy giggled as a very disheartened Larry went slowly
back to his corner, "I'll see you in another minute."

Candy and Judy looked at each other and smiled. Judy was not just beating the
conceited two-time boxing champion, she was totally outclassing him. She was
faster, stronger and, despite his many years of experience the better fighter.

"Well that was fun," Judy laughed. "Now I think it's time to show this macho
man the true meaning of the term 'girlpower'." One of her secrets in business
was her ability to hide what she was feeling. Despite all outward appearance,
she was in agony. Her legs throbbed from carrying her 215 pounds around the
ring in constant motion, a more intense effort even than when she had starred
in basketball fifteen years and seventy pounds ago. Her heavily muscled arms
felt like lead, partly from having to absorb and block dozens of Larry's hard
punches and partly from the effort of throwing her own powerful blasts. Her
lungs were on fire. In protecting her face and breasts from his assaults she
had left her body open to several hard blows. While her thickly muscled
mid-section could soak up the punishment, she knew she would be a mass of
bruises in the morning.

"Go get him tiger," Candy yelled," or should I say tigress?" Judy grinned
again. Her act of calm and ease was fooling even those watching her most
closely. No pain, no gain. She had always counted on her willingness to work
harder, do more, ignore exhaustion to get the job done, to keep working or
lifting or now fighting when every fiber screamed for her to stop. That spirit
had got her to the top in business at age 35 and it would get her to victory
in the ring.

When the bell to begin the third round sounded, Judy rose from her stool and
slowly began to walk across the ring. "Come on big boy," she said as she
pounded her gloves together with force, "let's box a bit shall we."

Larry now knew he had only one chance against this Amazon, he had to knock her
out quickly. He met her in the center of the ring and threw a series of the
hardest punches he could throw. Judy, sensing his desperation, let him throw
all he had at her for the first thirty seconds or so. Most of his blows she
blocked. The few that did hit her simply bounced off her muscular body; then
she started to fight back. Jabbing with brutal effectiveness, the powerful
woman repeatedly used her strength and weight to drive Larry back into the
ropes, tiring him even further. As Judy's punches began to hit more and more
frequently, he was soon bleeding from the nose and mouth. No longer able to
mount an effective attack, all Larry could hope to do now was survive the
round and, maybe, salvage a little bit of what was left of his pride...but
Judy had other ideas.

With all the women yelling loudly now for her to finish him off, Judy punched
Larry hard in the stomach, forcing him to drop his hands. "POW!" she then
slammed a solid left hook into Larry's unprotected face. He was now completely
defenseless against her, and they both knew it. The powerful woman reared back
her muscular right arm and prepared to smash it into Larry's face again. But
before she did so, Judy looked deeply into the eyes of her opponent - and
there it was...the look she wanted to see. The look that says, "you've beaten
me Judy; I can't stand against you." Instead of sending her fist slamming into
his jaw again (which would probably have sent Larry down for the count), the
mighty woman lowered her arm, smiled and simply said, "Well Larry, I want to
thank you for this lovely sparring session. We'll have to do it again
sometime; tee, hee, hee." She then turned around and sauntered back to her
corner as Candy rang the bell ending the fight.

As Judy climbed out of the ring, Candy gave her star pupil a hug while the
rest of the women from the boxing club cheered ecstatically. Larry had gotten
the beating he had coming to him; ironically, it came from a woman. While Judy
basked in her latest triumph, her battered opponent staggered out of the
boxing ring and limped into the men's locker room. Skipping a shower, he
quickly changed his clothes and left as fast as his sore body would allow him
to. He wanted to get the hell out of the health club as soon as possible.

"This is a great day Judy," Candy squealed," we should all go out to a
restaurant and celebrate your triumph. The king is dead...long live the
queen!"

"Thank you Candy, for everything; I never could have done it without your
help. But I'm really bushed and I have a very hectic workday tomorrow and I
just want to crawl into a hot bath at home. We'll have to put the celebrations
on hold."

"No problemo, Judy. But I owe you a favor...a *BIG* favor for what you did
here this evening."

"I'll hold you to that Candy," Judy laughed.

The large, powerful woman also skipped her shower, grabbed her street clothes
and left the health club. But as fate would have it, who do you suppose she
met outside in the parking lot...whose car just happened to be parked next to
hers? She forced a bright smile and resumed her girlish voice. "Why hello
there Larry; long time no see (giggles)." She draped her business suit over
the passenger seat of her BMW convertible.

The battered man, furious at having been beaten so easily and so
comprehensively by this woman, was clearly not amused. "Just shut the hell up
and leave me alone!" he barked at her as he tossed his gym bag into the back
of his car..

"Now now Larry, is that anyway to talk to a woman? A member of the *weaker*
sex?" For the first time Judy dropped the cutesy voice and spoke in a normal
tone.

"You think that just because you got in a few lucky punches tonight you're
better than me?"

"No Larry. I'm better than you because I work twice as hard. Because I never
quit. Because when I started here lifting weights I pushed myself to the limit
every time I touched the iron. I'd wake up with every muscle hurting from my
workout the night before, hurting so bad I just wanted to lay in bed and cry.
Instead I got up and came here for my morning workout before going to the
office for ten or twelve hours, because I made a contract with myself to show
up twice a day, every day, and outwork everyone else in the building. You've
never hurt as much as I have, but you let it stop you. I don't, and I built
the muscle to prove it. That's why I'm better." Judy dropped her gym bag and
planted herself solidly in front of him, fists on her hips to emphasize the
power she had packed into her body.

"And I'm better than you because you're a pompous blowhard who probably thinks
that a handsome face and a pretty smile is all it takes to get by in this
world; just like the company you work for. You think I didn't recognize you
from the times I visited your company? They used to handle our advertising
accounts. But when I took over and saw the way you macho guys treat the women
there, I dropped Richards and Baumgartner like a hot potato. If it were up to
me, I'd fire half the staff there and have things turned around within three
to four months."

Larry went completely livid when he heard Judy Judy say this. Not only did
this woman beat the crap out of him in front of everybody at the health club,
but now she had the gall to tell him how the firm he worked for should be
running their business. "Listen you bitch!" he screamed as he angrily
approached her, "I've had just about as much of you as I can take!" Larry
found himself clenching his fists and preparing to strike her. But before he
could do so...

"POW!" Judy's right fist slammed hard into his already swollen jaw. Without
the cushion of a boxing glove, the power of her blow spun the 190 pound man
completely around and sent him to the pavement unconscious. "Tsk, tsk," Judy
calmly said as she gazed down at him, "what am I going to do with you now? I
can't just leave you lying here in the parking lot now can I?"

She bent down and put her strong arms underneath Larry's supine body. With
surprising ease, Judy lifted the unconscious form off the ground and carried
him over to her car. She gently laid him down on the back seat and then drove
home. By the time she arrived, her unwilling passenger was beginning to stir.
After parking her car in the garage Judy raised Larry off the back seat and
hoisted him up over her shoulder; then she carried him into her spacious home.

"Where...where am I?" he asked groggily as they entered.

"Since you were unconscious, Larry, I decided to take you home with me," the
strong Amazon said as she set him down in the master bathroom. "You're going
to get showered and cleaned up...and then you and I are going to have a little
talk. Now, kindly remove your clothes."

"What? Take off my clothes in front of you? No fucking way!"

"Larry, that's the last time you'll address me in this manner. You've already
called me a bitch tonight but I let that one pass because of what I did to you
in the boxing ring. But never speak to me disrespectfully again, understand?
I've already beaten you up twice tonight and - believe me when I say this -
one more swear word out of you and I'll take you across my knee and give you a
good spanking. I'll do it Larry, I've done it before with tougher guys than
you. So take off the dirty, bloody clothes you're wearing and get into the
shower."

Judy reached in and turned on the water, taking care that it was the right
temperature. When she was satisfied that it was, she turned to her unwilling
guest and said sternly, "I'm not used to being disobeyed Larry. If you're not
inside this shower stall by the time I count to ten, I'm going to knock you
out again and wash you myself!"

Larry Nelson was not used to taking orders, and certainly not from a woman.
The proud man always felt he was in complete control of his life; and he was,
until this evening that is when this powerful woman battered him senseless in
the boxing ring and then in the parking lot. Now she was treating him as if he
was a little boy; threatening to spank him if he used a bad word, or beat him
up if he didn't take a shower. And the worst part about it was, there seemed
to be little he could do about it. Bigger, stronger, and - as she had already
proven to him twice that evening - a far superior fighter than he was, what
could he do? Reluctantly, Larry took off his clothes and entered the large,
custom made stall shower.

He hadn't been in for a minute when Larry heard the shower door open and
close. He then felt two strong hands reach out and grab him from behind.
"What...what are you doing, Judy?" he asked, surprised.

"I've decided to wash you anyway, you gorgeous hunk you. Now, be a good boy
and let mommy wash you." Larry surrendered as the powerful woman lathered up a
wash cloth and began to rub it all over his body. Judy took great care to go
gently over the many welts and bruises she had given him earlier in the boxing
ring...and *very* gently with his penis; though she did take a long time to
wash it...a *very* long time. When she was finally finished washing him, Judy
lathered up the wash cloth again and gave it to Larry; "now honeybunch it's
your turn to wash me."

"Do I have to?" he asked meekly. He turned to face her, seeing the full,
muscular body for the first time, gaping at the powerful shoulders, the wide
back, the flat stomach, the bulging arms that had overpowered him, but not
overlooking the prominent breasts. Four inches shorter than him, twenty-five
pounds worth of compact muscle heavier, Judy watched as the reality of her
physical superiority sank into Larry.

"Yes Larry, I'm afraid you do; fortunes of war you know, spoils to the
victor." Judy stood directly front of him now with her breasts only a few
inches below his face. "And you can start on these," she smiled as she fondled
them, "but you'd better be gentle with them honey...or else!" Judy made Larry
wash her for nearly an hour. First her breasts, then her pussy, then her
thighs, then her feet, then her thighs again, then her pussy, and back up to
her breasts again. And then finally, her long, beautiful hair. In the end
Larry was soaping and stroking with real eagerness and desire. "Gee Larry,
you're awfully good at this. Maybe I should have you come over and wash me
after every workout; tee, hee. Now it's time to dry off."

The powerful woman led Larry out of the shower stall and gently began to towel
him off; again taking a great deal of time with his penis. Being so close to
this massive, strong and sexy naked woman finally overwhelmed whatever
resistance Larry had to her and his penis became as hard as a rock while she
dried it. "Oh Larry, what's that white stuff all over my towel? Why you
naughty, naughty boy you; tee, hee, hee."

"Why are you humiliating me like this Judy?" the once proud man cried in
shame.

"First of all honeybunch, because I can. And second, because you are a very
arrogant and conceited man who needs to be taught a lesson in humility - and
nothing gives me greater pleasure than to help a man out in this respect. And
third, because I respect the way you never gave up in the ring until the very
end. You could have quit but you kept coming back for more until you were
beaten at last. That shows me you aren't a complete loser. Now quit your
whining Larry. It's your turn to dry me off...and you can start with my
breasts again."

As Larry slowly worked the towel all over her magnificent body, Judy felt
herself becoming aroused in a way she hadn't been in many years. Her female
desires - long held in check by her drive to succeed in the business world -
were getting ready to explode. Judy looked down at Larry (who was drying her
feet at the time) and thought to herself, "Is this handsome man who I battered
and totally humiliated in the boxing ring a couple of hours ago 'Mr. Right' ?
Can I make him into the man for me? True, he did have a rather large chip on
his shoulder when I first met him. But after the beatings I gave him this
evening, and the humiliation of having to wash and dry me, maybe I succeeded
in teaching him some humility. Let's find out."

When Larry was finished drying her off Judy smiled at him and said, "You know
handsome, underneath that hard, tough, macho exterior I'll bet there's a nice,
sweet loving guy dying to come out. Come, let's see if we can find him." The
mighty woman then bent down and lifted the190 pound man up over her shoulder
and carried him into her bedroom. She tossed him onto her bed and sat down on
top of his chest. "You're learning to like it when I pick you up, aren't you?
O.K. you stud," Judy giggled as she grabbed Larry firmly by the hair and
forced his face into her pussy, "let's see if you're any better in bed than
you were in the boxing ring tonight." She was very much surprised (and
gratefully so) to find out that indeed he was...indeed he was.

Judy sighed as she held the handsome man tightly in her muscular arms the
following morning - it had been a night of passion and lovemaking that the
beautiful, but lonely, businesswoman would never forget. Larry Nelson, for
whatever else someone could say about him, was certainly one hell of a lover.
No other man that Judy ever been with had been able to satisfy her the way he
did; no one even came close. "This is the thing I've been missing in my life,"
she thought to herself as she squeezed him even tighter, "and this is what I
must have." The powerful woman whispered softly into his ear, "Now honey,
there's just one more teeny, tiny, itsy, bitsy, little thing I want you to do
for me you big, strong, gorgeous hunk of man you..."

THREE WEEKS LATER

Larry showed up at the advertising agency he worked for two hours late. Right
away he sensed something was different about the place. He couldn't put his
finger on exactly what it was but he felt a strangeness in the air which he
couldn't explain. After stopping to get his usual cup of coffee, the handsome,
36 year-old advertising executive entered his office and prepared to work on
his current project. About a half an hour later his secretary knocked on the
door. "Yes Ms. Warren?"

"Mr. Nelson, the president would like to see you in 15 minutes."

"15 minutes? O.K. I'll be there, and thank you. That's a nice dress you're
wearing by-the-way."

Ms. Warren smiled to herself as she closed the door. For some unexplained
reason Mr. Nelson has been very pleasant to her for the past two weeks, more
pleasant than he had ever been in the two years she'd been working for him. He
says 'please' and 'thank you' now and even gave her compliments; something he
had never done before. Something very strange indeed must have happened to
him; he actually seems happy now.

Fifteen minutes later Larry stood in front of the president's secretary. He
was a little bit nervous, wondering if this had anything to do his showing up
late for work. "Mr. Richards requested to see me," he said.

"Yes," the secretary responded, "the *president* is expecting you, Mr. Nelson.
You may go right in." Larry couldn't help but notice the peculiar smile she
had on her face when she said that. He entered the president's office...and
his mouth fell to the floor.

"Well, hello there sweetie pie," the large, familiar woman said as she sat in
a chair behind the president's desk, "long time no see."

"Ye...yes Judy, about two hours in fact. But what are you doing in Mr.
Richards' office? And why are you sitting in his chair?"

Judy began to laugh. "It's actually *my* office and *my* chair now honey. You
see, I bought your company. That way I'll have my own advertising department .
I should have thought of this two years ago." Judy paused for a moment and
allowed what she just told him to sink in, then added," so Larry, meet your
new boss."

It took the stunned man some time to absorb what he had just heard. "But...but
where's Mr. Richards?" he asked after a lengthy pause.

"I'm afraid I had to send him packing. There's no room in my corporation for
incompetent people. I bought up the debts he's been racking up around town
because he didn't have the guts to lay people off when he lost my account. He
didn't have the billable hours to support you all and didn't have the balls to
live within his income. I bought him out for about ten cents on the dollar,
and made him feel grateful I didn't give him a beating on top of the deal. I'm
quite the negotiator when I go sleeveless these days. As you know."

"So you're going to fire half the staff, like you said you'd do?"

"Well, I might have been exaggerating a little bit when I said that,
honeybunch. But there will definitely be a worker's performance for everyone
here. And you know better than anyone, once I make up my mind about something
I don't waste any time following through."

Larry gulped hard before asking his next question, "And where do I stand in
all of this Judy?"

"You'll be evaluated along with all of the rest honey, there's no room in my
company for nepotism either. In business like in fighting I don't let my
emotions affect what I do. If you make the grade I'll keep you; and, if not,
then you'll have three months to produce, just like any other employee. I run
a very tight ship Larry, that's one of the reasons why I'm successful."

When Judy saw the look of shock on Larry's face, she rose from her chair and
walked over to where he stood. She put her strong arms around him and gave her
lover a tender hug. "Don't worry honey," Judy said softly as she gently rocked
him back and forth, "from what I've seen of your work performance so far, I'm
sure you won't have any trouble making the grade. And besides, you'll always
have that *other* job of yours...my sparring partner. Have I made you tough
enough yet that I could promote you to oversee the layoffs? Can you dish it
out as well as you take it?"

"But why didn't you tell me you were planning on taking over my company Judy?
After all, I thought we were...you know...close."

"Rule number one Larry, I never mix business with pleasure. Also, I wanted to
see the look on your face when you walked in here and saw me sitting in that
chair...and believe me, it was well worth it (giggles). Oh, and by-the-way
Larry, I noticed you came to work two hours late this morning; had a rough
night did we?"

"Err...yes, as a matter of fact...*we* did."

Judy shook her index finger at him and said with mock sterness. "Naughty,
naughty boy; I still managed to get to work before eight, even if I skipped
the gym for once," then she laughed. "Now sweetie pie, we've wasted enough
time here. You can go back to your office and resume working on that project
of yours; it looks very promising. My staff will be arriving in a few minutes
and we have an awful lot of work to do here. As you know, mergers aren't
easy."

Still very much in a state of shock, Larry slowly turned to leave. "Oh, and
honey," Judy said before he reached the door, "there's one more rule you need
to learn. When you and I are alone together, you're never to leave without
giving your new wife a smooch." The large, powerful woman walked over to her
husband of two weeks, engulfed him in her muscular arms, gave him a long,
passionate kiss. Two minutes later, a breathless Larry opened the door of
Judy's office and staggered out. As he did so, his new wife/boss called out
after him, "and don't forget about our sparring session at Candy's health club
this evening sweetie pie. I'll meet you there at 8:00 PM sharp. And please try
and give me a decent workout this time; I have to start preparing for Candy's
boxing tournament (giggles)."