Stone Cold 4: Goodbye Leroy
By Merz
The muscle bitch comes to an understanding with her partner


After three nights of bedroom action with the muscle bitch Mr. Marlowe sent us out 
together on a job.  A couple brothers were trying to set up a little fencing business 
independent of our operation.  Mr. Marlowe wanted us to talk to them once and 
explain the advantages of a merger where they'd be working for him.  If they didn't 
like the merger idea we'd visit again and there wouldn't be any brothers anymore.  
Simple.

I picked her up, and she came in her boots and just these leather hot pants that her 
thighs were about to bust out of, and a muscle shirt.  No coat this time, she told me, 
because she figured a little intimidation might soften up the folks we were going to 
talk business with.  Like always I had my Raiders training jacket, partly for the 
same reason.  The street knows how I earned that jacket and they think twice 
wondering what of theirs I might end up wearing.

When we got to the storefront where these characters are operating she hops out of 
the car, then looks at me as I climb out.  Three nights with her and my back was 
killing me, she had done something that tweaked my shoulder so lifting my arm 
hurt, and I always made her keep the lights low so she couldn't see how bad she 
was bruising me all over.  Big Johnson was getting a little reluctant about doing his 
part with her, too, if you get me.  Kind of preferred to stay Little Johnson when she 
was around.

"You don't look so hot, big man.  You sure you're up for this?" she asks me.  Me!  

"Just stay out of my way when we get inside," I tell her.  "You haven't been on a 
job with me before so just follow my lead. If it's just the two there won't be much 
for you to do, but you might learn something if you keep your eyes open."  I go 
through the door and she follows along.

Inside it was just the two guys.  One was almost my size, the other not so big as 
that.  As soon as we step inside they smell trouble and come around to meet us.  It 
doesn't look like they want any discussion at all, they just want to start trouble 
before we start it.

I start over to meet the big one, but she slips in front of me.  "How about if I keep 
this gent occupied while you take care of the other one.  Then we can both finish off 
this big horse."

Yeah, we can play it that way.  As soon as the other guy gets in range I fake with 
my left and unload a right at his head that ought to send him to dream land.  I'm 
better with my fists than a lot of guys would guess.  I have good fakes and can 
throw a good combination if I find a character who can stand up past one punch.  I 
faked good so I paste one on the side of this guy's face, but my shoulder hurts and it 
isn't my usual power.  He doesn't go down, he doesn't back up, he doesn't do 
anything but kick me right in the balls, and then in the head when the first kick 
doubled me over.  Then he goes to help his brother.

From the floor I see the muscle bitch has the big guy pretty much on the ropes, bent 
over a counter to the point I think his spine's going to snap if she pushes any 
further.  She just catches sight of the other one coming at her before he can clobber 
her, and turns so she can face off with him.  The big guy grabs her in a full nelson as 
soon as her back is turned and I figure it's curtains for her, at least, with both of 
them going at her.  Maybe for me, too, if I don't get my breath back and get up off 
the floor.

When the littler guy swings for her face she lets her head go down so his hand lands 
at her hairline where the skull is thickest.  A neat trick that buys her a second or 
two.  With her right hand she reaches back and grabs the big brother's hands where 
he locked behind her head, trying to break her neck.  Then she brings her left arm 
down hard and I could hear a couple of his fingers pop out of joint because she's 
breaking his hold but not letting him loosen his hands.

She steps forward and pops the guy who kicked me, turns to grab the arm of the big 
horse, and slams her elbow down on it so I hear when the bone snaps.  Then she 
knees him in the gut so he drops and she grabs the other by the throat with one 
hand.  When he reaches to try pulling her hand loose she catches one of his and 
holds it in front of his face.  As he's starting to turn purple she delivers our message 
and real slow she starts crushing the guy's hand right in front of his eyes.

By this time I was back on my feet and ready to finish the business, but she tells me 
we've already got it all taken care of.  She points me to the door and follows me 
out.  

"That other guy getting a free shot at me came as a surprise. It hurt pretty good 
where he smacked me.  You know how I start feeling when something hurts like 
that.  Maybe we ought to do something about that right away, before we go report 
to Marlowe."  She touches my arm and bats her eyes at me.  No eyebrows which is 
always weird to look at but I guessed at what she had in mind.  What women always 
have in mind, but it seems like details will be different this time.

"I'm going to give you a big surprise.  Hop in and I'll drive."  Usually I drive, but 
she was acting so eager and mysterious I played along and let her take the wheel.  
She drove up into the hills through the switch-backs above town and parked at the 
edge of the road.  She parked so close to the edge the driver side wheels were off 
the shoulder and the car leaned toward the steep hillside below.  When she got out 
she had to squeeze close to the side of the car to edge back to the pavement.  

I get out to meet here there by the road wondering where she has in mind to get 
happy with me, and she comes over a few feet from me and puts her fists on her 
hips.  She doesn't look happy like I thought she had before.  "Leroy, I'm doing you 
a big favor.  You've got a chance for the hospital instead of the morgue.  You're a 
screw up.  You can't carry your weight on the job anymore, like you can't carry it 
in the sack.  You were supposed to cover my back with those guys and you let the 
little one take you.  You let me down, and nobody does that.  Do me a favor and put 
up some kind of fight so I'll think good things about you when you're gone."   Like 
every time after the first night in her room I got hot looking at her huge white arms, 
her giant pale thighs and that big wide chest.  She stepped up and slapped me so 
hard I thought I'd lose some teeth, and it was just a slap.

I went crazy and came back at her with everything I had, like a wild animal ready to 
tear her apart.  I threw fists that she either bounced off her arms or let bounce off 
her chest and stomach where they landed.  I made a grab to throw her down on the 
ground where I would have stomped her into the dirt.  All I got was one strap of her 
shirt and it ripped off in my hand.  Then she gave me a shot in the ribs that must 
have cracked at least one of them, and she shoved me back against the car like 
she wanted to break my back.

"Back off, bitch," I tell her as she comes at me, her shirt ripped half off and one 
white tit hanging out.  "I'm three times your size and I won't leave enough of you 
to send home."  I reached for her as she came on, but she grabbed my wrists and 
held my arms out to my sides as she came right up against me.

"Yeah, I'm way bigger than you said the willow tree to the chainsaw.  No part of 
you can stand up to me.  Strong-arm man?  Let's see," and she started twisting 
where she had my right wrist.  I resisted, but my sore arm kept twisting the direction she 
wanted it to go.  I tried pushing her off me, but she kept me pinned tight against the 
car while she slowly twisted my wrist in spite of everything I tried to stop her.  I 
gave one last shot to get my arm untwisted, then screamed when my elbow gave 
way, and she held my arm twisted there.  Her big round tit muscle was piled up like 
a white coconut from her effort twisting my arm and that little jingly ring was 
dancing a frenzy I couldn't take my eyes off.  

"Not so strong as you thought.  How about legs."  And she slammed her knee into 
my thigh so hard I thought she broke the big bone in there.  I knew I couldn't stand 
on it after, but it turned out she just crushed the muscle.  "Want to go for the whole 
package?"  She let go my arms and grabbed my belt and the front of my jacket.  She 
jerked me off the car and boosted me right off the ground, up to her shoulder.  "You 
like how they do it on the wrestling shows, don't you?"  

She turned me over and power slammed me right into the asphalt, no dropping me 
but powering down right on top of me.  My back hit the ground like we were a five 
hundred meteor with her crashing on top of me.  I've never been back up there to 
look but I'd give you odds there'd be a crater where I hit the ground.

She jumped right back up and looked at me laying there.  I couldn't move anything.  
I couldn't breathe.  I couldn't see her very clear because I was about to pass out 
from hurting so much.  Some stuff got broken right then, I'm sure, not just later, but 
everything hurt so much I can't figure out how much of the damage she did just 
with that move. 

"You're all done, Leroy.  You're taking the car down now and you got a chance to 
spend time in the hospital getting healthy again.  Those guys tonight are going to 
spread the word that you couldn't take even one of them, so by morning every 
tough ape in town is going to be looking to prove he can take you.  This way you're 
safe and out of the action.  When Marlowe hears how you screwed up, he's going to 
have you shot just to show the rest of his outfit what happens when a soldier can't 
do the job.  You get out of the hospital, you better get as far out of town as you can, 
maybe try Florida or the Gulf.  I hear the beaches are nice there."  

She reached down and started pulling me up by my jacket.  The effort stood her tit 
up again and set that gold ring to dancing.  I couldn't do anything but stare at it.  
She dragged me to the car and leaned me there, holding me up against it with one 
hand.

"You got insurance, don't you?  You're not a total moron.  What is it and where 
will I find it?  You been around the block enough to know you gotta hold something 
to bargain with when it's time to take a fall.  What do you have to use against 
Marlowe, to trade yourself off the hook or into a softer prison?  Come on, it's better 
I get it than Marlowe finds it when he cleans out your crib."

I told her about the one note I had that passed between Marlowe and Honeycutt 
about torching this building, and about the one witness I knew could tie Marlowe to 
a shooting.  I was sobbing because everything hurt so much and because I wasn't 
strong enough anymore to hold on to those two secrets.

"Okay, Leroy.  Time for your trip.  I gotta walk out of here after you go, and you 
wrecked my shirt.  I gotta take your jacket to make me decent again.  I promise I'll 
take good care of it, and I'll think about you when I wear it.  You weren't so bad in 
the sack, really.  You made me hurt real good sometimes.  But now you're gone and 
if I see you again I'll rip your cock off and make you eat it.  You understand me?"  

I wanted to keep my Raiders jacket.  I had it for years, since I took it off the first 
tough guy I broke up when I started with Mr. Marlowe.  I felt proud wearing that 
jacket because of how bad I was able to hurt that big ox.  But she stripped it right 
off me and I couldn't do a thing.  Then she opened the door and lifted me into the 
car, on the passenger side.  She shut the door and leaned in.  "That's all I can do for 
you, big guy.  You gotta slide over behind the wheel and you gotta get that seat belt 
fastened.  It's going to be a rough ride, so you gotta do that or you aren't going to 
make it."

She turned her back to the car and stooped down.  I saw what she was about to do, 
so no matter how much it hurt I started dragging myself across the seats and behind 
the wheel.  Even after I got over the gear shift one arm didn't work at all, and I was 
having a real hard time with the belt.  I could see her head was trembling with the 
effort as she started to stand and lift the car.  I kept trying and trying to get the belt 
fastened as she raised the car up higher.  I got it fastened just as she got all the way 
up and the car tipped over onto its side and started the long roll down the side of the 
hill.

The way I put it together later it took her about ten minutes to get to a phone, then 
fifteen for the ambulance and fire guys to find the car and get me out.  Three weeks 
later I was on a bus to Florida thinking I was one lucky dude.  There can't be many 
guys knew her like I had and lived to talk about it.  But none of it was anything I'd 
ever talk about.