Conflict of Interests

[The attached story is a fantasy.  That is to say it is one of my fantasies.  If this 
isn't your fantasy that is fine.  But DON'T write and tell me why you didn't like 
the fantasy or the situation.  They are what excites me and I don't expect them 
to impact you the same way.  DO write and tell me where the writing sucks, or 
where you would have done something differently to improve the story - I am 
trying to get better at this.  I am not a professional writer, although I'm told the 
only difference is that I don't get paid for this.  If you like stories of women far 
stronger and more skilled than the men they meet, you may find some 
enjoyment in these stories.  Many of these stories are extremely violent, 
explicit, and graphic in nature.  You must be over 18 to read this.]

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	"She looked like a Bunny out of Playboy magazine.
	I just had to meet her; she was the cutest thing I'd ever seen.
	She had high heel boots, blonde hair and big blue eyes
	The way she was moving to the music had me hypnotized
	I ran to her, said "Baby what's your name?"
	I should have known better, know I've only got myself to blame"
				Delbert McClinton

"Wow, she is HOT!" Jerry said to no one in particular as he spotted her from 
across the bar.  Even though there were any number of beautiful women in the 
bar, it was a popular dance club, she seemed to stand out.  She was about 5'7" 
tall with an athletic shape.  That she was in fantastic condition was obvious.  
But something else seemed to draw Jerry.  She had an aura of power or 
mystery, somehow.  Her dark brown hair framed a beautiful face that seemed in 
a perpetual, amused sneer as she watched the patrons.  

Jerry walked over close to her and watched as she shot down a number of guys 
who approached her.  He edged down the bar and ordered a drink.  As he 
listened she mercilessly shot down another would be Lothario who asked for a 
dance.  Not meaning to, Jerry let out a stifled laugh as he heard her retort to his 
smooth pickup line.

As the guy slinked away, she looked over at him.  "And what's your story?"  
Her voice was musical but authoritative.  As he turned to look at her, he was 
again struck by her beauty.  Her eyes were a deep gray color and appeared to 
look directly through him.  Her body was hard and compact with plenty of 
curve.

"Me?  No story, just getting a drink."

"Don't give me that," she replied quickly.  "You've been eyeing me since you 
came in."

"Well, you're easy to eye," he replied casually and cringed inwardly knowing it 
was a mistake as soon as he said it.

But she didn't jump on the line as hard as he anticipated.  "Yeah, I thought I 
was going to have to get you a bib.  Didn't think you had the stones to approach 
me."

That rankled Jerry a little.  "Well, I'm not going anywhere now.  I'm Jerry," he 
held out his hand in a handshake, "and there is something about you that is 
driving me crazy."

She smiled at him and looked at his hand as if considering what to do.  "Hi 
Jerry," she replied finally taking his hand.  Jerry was surprised at the firmness 
and strength in the grip.  "My name is Tara...."

As they danced Jerry watched her body in obvious delight.  She moved 
extremely well, without being flamboyant.  She took full advantage of her 
curves and shape and swayed as if trying to hypnotize her prey.  Jerry blinked, 
wondering where that image came from.  He always had an overactive 
imagination.  Although he had always considered himself a good dancer, Jerry 
was struggling to keep up.  He could see the guys watching her and felt a little 
good that she was dancing with him.  But still he was almost glad when the 
song ended and they went back and sat down.

As they talked another image came to Jerry.  He pictured the conversation as a 
fencing match.  And she was winning.  She was thrusting and he was 
struggling to block and parry her attacks.  She had a way of asking questions 
that seemed to probe into Jerry.  He felt constantly on the defensive.  Yet at the 
same time she seemed to be kidding and teasing.  He was never sure if she was 
serious or having fun at his expense.  Several times Jerry had to keep his 
temper in check.  He had always had an explosive temper and it had resulted in 
some very bad experiences.

After speaking for a while, it seemed like she knew everything about him and 
he knew nothing about her.  He tried to get some details out of her but she 
deftly changed the subject and brought the conversation onus back onto him.  
In his mind the fencing grew even more fevered.  He had a few nicks and 
wounds from her constant thrusts.  She had a way of asking questions that 
made Jerry feel like he was defending himself.

"You like to push people's buttons don't you?"  Jerry asked the question almost 
out of desperation to see if he could get a rise out of her.

"What do you mean?" she replied simply, no change in her lyrical voice.

"Don't give me that ," Jerry continued.  "You like to probe into people and see 
what makes them tick."

"That's a perfect description Jerry, I like to see what makes them tick.  Like 
why you love a strong woman so much."

Jerry blinked in surprise.  How the hell did she know that, he thought.  In his 
mind she sliced deeply into him with her sword, drawing first blood.  "What 
are you talking about.  I will admit that a confident woman is attractive, but..." 

"There's more to it for you," she broke in.  "You like power, you can feel my 
power and were drawn to it.  Am I right Jerr?"  As she talked she took one of 
Jerry's hands into her own across the table.  

As much as he hated being called Jerr, he answered in a whisper.  "Physical 
power turns me on."  This was coming too close to his fantasies.  And he was 
uncomfortable.  He could normally talk to anyone about most anything but he 
felt like he was going to blush now, an occurrence he hadn't had happen in 
many years.  "And you're a dominant woman," he replied trying to assert 
himself.
 
"I could tell you liked strength.  And of course I am a dominant woman.  Can't 
even seem to help it really.  Men just can't stand up to me."   As she talked she 
squeezed his hand in hers.  Still her voice showed no change in expression and 
Jerry had the faint feeling she was amused by him.

Jerry felt the pressure in his hand and tried to pull away.  But the pressure only 
increased.  He squeaked a little in pain and watched her expression as she let 
go.  She enjoyed that!  he thought and then dismissed.  "I can see your forceful 
personality.  I kind of figured you were somewhat dominant," he replied 
meekly.

"More than somewhat.  Does that bother you?"

"I don't know," he replied simply.  He flexed his fingers and rubbed them with 
the other hand.  

"Well, call me when you know."  She stood and lightly drew her fingers across 
his face as she walked away.  Jerry was about to yell after her when he saw her 
card on the table...


A couple of weeks later:

Jerry was jogging with his buddy Robert during lunch.  Robert was his only real 
friend at work.  A former colleague at a chemical plant in St. Louis he had been 
the one who recommended Jerry for his current job.  The company constructed 
and wrote technical manuals for equipment and processes.  Produced training 
and informational videos as well.  At 26, Jerry was the young "whiz kid" at the 
firm.  He had developed a reputation for fast and efficient work that seemed to 
annoy and infuriate some of the older vets in the company.  They seemed to 
expect him to need their help and when he didn't they got upset about it.  When 
he had been rumored to be the lead candidate for the new position at the head 
office in Chicago, some of the older members made public their feelings.  Jerry 
knew he wasn't a great team player, but knew he was good at what he did and 
didn't see why being 26 should keep him from getting the Chicago job.  That 
made him all the more upset when they passed him over for it.

They said his occasional flashes of temper and constant need to question 
authority were the reasons for passing him by.  But Jerry wasn't so sure and felt 
it was his colleagues sniping that had a lot to do with it.

As they jogged they talked.   "So what is it with this girl, Jerry?"

"I don't know.  She's at the same time sweet and demanding.  Incredibly sexy 
and intelligent.  But she scares the shit out of me sometimes.  Sometimes I feel 
she's playing with me, like a cat with a mouse.  I'm in serious lust with her.  
And find her incredibly interesting.  But I'm not sure I like her.  If that makes 
any sense."  They managed their pace by when they were unable to talk they 
had to back off.  This was a light run intended to reduce a little stress.

"You and your strong women," Robert laughed.  He knew a portion of Jerry's 
interest in strong and powerful women, but didn't know the extent of his 
attraction.

Jerry increased the pace a little to stave off any further chit-chat.  He had said 
too much already.  When they slowed down and again started to talk, he kept 
the discussion on sports or some other more safe topic.  Even as he did so his 
mind considered Tara.

They had gone on a couple dates.  She could be fun and interesting to talk with.  
They had enjoyed themselves greatly on each occasion.  But at times she could 
be so demanding and almost nasty.  Jerry vacillated in his interest in her.  On 
one hand her strength and obvious confidence was arousing.  But her 
demanding nature would infuriate him to no end he knew.  He was conflicted.

On their last date she had somehow gotten him to confide his fantasy about 
seeing a beautiful woman beat up a strong, capable man.  He expected her to 
laugh or condescend, but she seemed to consider it and only replied cryptically, 
"Physical strength and power is an aphrodisiac."  

Jerry had changed the subject and she seemed to forget about it, but if she had 
seen the erection he had when she had said that...

When they got back to the office Jerry had a message.  After reading it he 
turned to Robert, "See this is what I'm talking about."  He handed the message 
to Robert.

"Meet me at O'Dolans at 7:30 tonight.  Tara." Robert read aloud.  "What's 
wrong with that?  Isn't that the club that has all the fights?"

"I don't know about that.  I meant, the way it says meet me.  Not can I make it, 
or try to meet me.  Just a simple you WILL be here at this time.  She knows 
how much I hate to be ordered around.  I think she does it on purpose.  Serve 
her right if I didn't show."

"Oh you'll show," Robert laughed.  Jerry knew he was right and sighed as he 
went back to work.

It was near 7:30 as Jerry came up to O'Dolans.  It was a nice looking club in a 
seedy neighborhood.  He walked up to the lady at the door.  A lady bouncer? he 
thought.  "What can I help you with honey," she asked.  She was a large blonde 
with a huge chest.

Trying not to stare at her cleavage, Jerry replied.  "Just going inside to meet 
someone."

"Yeah we're all meeting someone," she laughed.  "Sorry private party inside 
tonight.  No one without an invitation."

"But I am really supposed to meet someone."

"Sorry," she replied.

"Oh Tara is not going to be happy about this," Jerry replied as he started to 
walk away.

"Wait," the huge blonde commanded.  "You're Tara's guest?"  Jerry assured her 
he was.  She immediately changed her tune and whistled another girl over.  
This one was also tall and chesty but not as big as the door woman.  "Brandy, 
this is Tara's guest, get him a seat down front."

Brandy looked Jerry up and down.  "Yeah he's her type.  Follow me lover."  He 
followed Brandy inside and was surprised at the large crowd inside sitting 
around a boxing ring.  Brandy led him to a set of chairs and sat down next to 
him.  "So you've never been here before?"

"First time, Tara's a big fight fan?" Jerry asked.

Brandy looked at Jerry an almost shocked expression on her face.  "You 
mean.... Yeah," she smiled and seemed to stifle a laugh.  "You might say that, 
just hold on honey she'll be here in a minute."

As Jerry looked around the crowd for her the show started.  An announcer 
began to say that the first fight was ready to begin.  He introduced the first 
combatant.  The guy was big, around 200 pounds, and fairly well muscled and 
seemed to be at least a decent boxer as he shadow boxed for the crowd.  
Wouldn't like to face him in a dark alley Jerry thought as he again scanned the 
crowd for Tara.

"And his opponent," the announcer continued.  "Undefeated since joining us 
here, the tantalizing terror - TARA!"

Jerry's head whipped around as he saw Tara come bounding into the arena and 
up into the ring.  She had on a leather jacket over a tight halter top and a pair 
of short shorts and boots.  Jerry's mouth hung open as he watched her move 
around in the ring and acknowledge the boos and cheers she was receiving.  
Obviously the crowd knew her well.  

It was the most Jerry had ever seen of her body.  Her legs were hard and 
defined and rippled slightly as she moved.  He stomach was flat and muscle 
ridged and her chest, although prominent was also hard and obviously needed 
no support from the top.  As she removed the jacket he could see her arms and 
shoulders were well defined.  Not real large, but ripped.  Jerry could feel 
stirrings in his groin as he watched her gorgeous body move.

She looked over at Jerry and saw his dazed expression.  She smiled and blew a 
kiss at him.  Her leather gloves making the move look fairly comical.  Brandy 
elbowed him in the ribs in case he hadn't seen the maneuver.  As if he could 
look at anything else.  "She's fighting HIM?" he asked, finally able to find his 
voice.

"Looks that way," Brandy laughed.

"He's twice her size.  She'll get killed."

"Oh it's a mismatch all right," Brandy replied.  "But not in the way you think.  
They make him wear the larger gloves, so his blows won't be as damaging.  If 
you ask me, HE'S the one that needs the handicap."

Still in shock Jerry watched as the bell rang and they both approached.  The 
man stood about 5 inches taller and 75 pounds heavier and yet he appeared 
tentative.  In a quick move, Tara took a step to the right planted on her right 
leg and spun delivering a spinning backfist to the surprised man.  Jerry heard 
the blow thud into his face as he staggered back slightly.  The crowd screamed 
its approval.

Tara looked over at her opponent.  Her face an angry mask.  Then she appeared 
to smile slightly as she motioned the man to come back at her.

For the next few minutes, no rounds apparently Jerry found, they both jabbed 
and boxed.  Tara was obviously skilled but did receive a few hard blows from 
the man.  Jerry was glad he had the bigger, more padded gloves.  But as he 
watched he felt an erection building.  The strength and skill she showed, was 
turning him on.

"She's playing with him," Brandy announced.  "Come on Tara, finish him!" she 
yelled.

She's playing with him? Jerry thought.  His erection grew even more with the 
thought.

Tara maneuvered the man into the corner.  She ducked under a wild blow he 
threw and thudded four quick blows to his stomach.  He winced noticeably and 
dropped his guard.  She sent a thundering uppercut to his chin that straightened 
him up.  Three more hard shots peppered his face.  A gash opened over his 
right eye.  The referee stepped in to break them up.  Tara argued and shoved 
the ref as the crowd cheered its approval.  This gave the man a chance to collect 
himself and approach Tara.  

With her back to him she continued to joust with the ref.  Jerry was about to 
yell as Tara again spun and delivered a thundering backfist directly to the 
man's nose.  From his vantage point, Jerry could see the blood fly and heard the 
audible crack of the man's nose breaking.  He cringed even as his erection 
nearly exploded.  God, she was amazing!  

The man stepped back and tried to cover his bleeding face.  Tara pushed him 
into the corner and alternately punched his stomach and face.  Several hard 
shots to his gut.  He grunted and dropped his guard.  She seized the opening 
and delivered several straight shots to his face.  The upward angle she used 
tearing into his skin.  She didn't push him against the ropes, so the ref let her 
continue.  For several minutes she mercilessly punched him in the ribs and 
face.  Blood claimed more and more of his face as she hammered him.

"Yes, that's it," Brandy screamed.  "Fuck him up!"

Jerry was as rigid as he ever remembered.  God this turned him on!  His fantasy 
was being lived out in front of him.  But even as he watched in lustful 
appreciation of her skill and strength he wondered if it was possible to have a 
relationship with a hellcat like this.

The guy fell forward trying to get in a clench.  Tara stepped back and pulled on 
his shoulders.  He came down slightly and Tara lifted a hard knee directly into 
his forehead.  Jerry heard the sickening impact as the man flew back into the 
ropes.  Tara sprinted after him and started to deliver hard knees into his 
midsection.  Three, four, five hard blows before the ref managed to drag her 
off.  

The man slid to the canvas, retching, but nothing coming up.  He coughed and 
gagged as the ref began to count.  The image burned in Jerry's mind as he 
looked at the sprawled man.  His face was a mess, and his nose was tilted 
slightly at an angle it hadn't previously.  He was struggling to breathe as he 
managed to get his arms under him and up to a crouch.  Tara stepped in and 
delivered a wicked kick to his side and back down he went.

Twice more she kicked him as the referee was unable to stop her.  The man was 
twisting in pain on the floor.  His face was covered in blood and he seemed 
unable to draw in a full breath.  Tara turned to the ref and pushed him across 
the ring.  Then she reached down and pulled up on the man's head with one 
hand by his hair.  Then smiling down at him she sent a thundering right hand 
directly into his already broken nose.  The blow was audible above the crowd 
noise and the man briefly screamed as he fell back and rolled onto his stomach.  
The ref didn't even bother to count and immediately signaled the bout was over.  

Tara waved to the crowd.  There were some boos for her dirty tactics but most 
cheered loudly, loving her complete annihilation of the man.  She spotted Jerry 
and waved at him, a broad, but evil looking grin on her face.  She turned back 
to her badly outmatched opponent and walked over.  She lifted her foot over his 
outstretched body and let it hover above him.  For a second Jerry was sure she 
was going to stomp on his head, but instead she placed it lightly on his neck.  
Posing for a few seconds as the crowd cheered.  

Then she used her foot to flip the man back onto his back.  Getting down she 
undid his gloves and threw them into the crowd.  The man was still out cold.  
Tara gave him a final look and crawled through the ropes.  She came over to 
Jerry and took him by the hand and led the dazed man into the locker room.  
Jerry hoped no one could see the wet spot on his jeans.  Somewhere during her 
amazing display he had lost control.  Never before could he remember losing 
control without being touched by anyone, not even himself, but he was so 
turned on by her power that he couldn't help himself.

As she paraded around the locker room Tara was a bundle of pent up energy.  
"Did you see that?" she crowed as she paced back and forth.  "I mangled him!  
It felt so good!"  She looked over at Jerry.  "Did you enjoy that?"  Her eyes were 
wild with adrenaline as she paced across the room.

"You know I did," he croaked.  "But how..."

"I've been fighting since I was a kid," Tara quickly broke in.  She was still 
energized from the fight and appeared to be coming down from the high 
slowly.  "I learned martial arts and have been boxing for years.  Came in here 
once with a boyfriend and knew I could fight better than any of the girls I saw.  
So I started.  I love it."

"What.." Jerry began.

"I love causing pain," Tara broke in again.  "I love breaking my opponent and 
making him suffer.  I think it's better than sex.  Sometimes I ..."

Jerry didn't know what to think as he listened.  Her strength and vitality was so 
arousing yet she seemed so animalistic as she went into great detail of how it 
felt to destroy the man.  He managed to break in, "I thought you were going to 
stomp his head there at the end."

"I wanted to," she replied.  "I wanted to crush his skull with my foot.  But I 
held back."  Tara leapt up and ran to the door.  Two men were leading the 
beaten man into his own dressing room.  "Hey, wimp, how did it feel?  Want 
some more of the little girl?"

The man was still extremely groggy but he waved his taped fist at Tara 
indicating he didn't want any more.  Tara still stepped towards him, 
menacingly.  "Come on limpdick.  I thought you were a tough guy."

One of the two guys carrying the man yelled over at Tara, "Hey leave him alone 
Tara.  He's had enough.  You beat him, now let up."

Tara scowled at the man.  "I'm done.  Just teasing.  But don't think for a minute 
that anything YOU could do would stop me if I wanted to bust him up some 
more."  The men hurried down the hall into the other dressing room.  Tara 
laughed and closed the door again.  "So what do you think?"

"I think that was the most amazing thing I ever saw," Jerry replied truthfully.  
"But..."

"But what?" Tara demanded.  She walked over across the room.

"The fact that you are capable of doing what I just saw, turns me on like you 
can't believe.  But the fact that you enjoy it so much kind of scares me."

"Why?  I won't hurt you," Tara laughed.  "Not too badly anyway.  Hey, that was 
a joke!" Tara quickly added as she saw the expression on Jerry's face.  "Come 
on admit it, you want me like you've never wanted anyone in your life."  She 
picked up a towel and threw it to Jerry.  "Now get over here and wipe this sweat 
off of me."

Jerry caught the towel and thought what he should do.  He DID want her, in the 
worst way.  But she scared the crap out of him at the same time.  His nature had 
always made him question authority just to see the result.  He knew at some 
point he would refuse one of her demands, and risk his own beating.  Again he 
felt like the mouse being cornered by the cat.  An extremely tough and beautiful 
cat.  I guess it's just a question of which emotion is stronger he thought.  Fear 
or lust.  Then he looked over at her incredibly sexy body and remembered what 
that body had been doing just a few minutes ago.

Slowly, Jerry walked over to Tara, towel in hand.....

	"Feeling like this is the very last thing I need.
	If I had any sense you know I'd turn right around and leave.
	I said, Why, why , why ME?"
					 - Delbert McClinton