Title: Backstreet Deli, Beatdown!
Author: The TKO Kidd
Giving a gal hairy eyeballs, can lead to a pair of black eyes!
 
Terry was having a day of it visiting a local gym on a complimentary pass he received in the mail. The complimentary pass was given from, "The Pumphouse Gym" that had a deli ajoined to it in the back.
 
As Terry was working out in the gym, he couldn't help to take his eyes off a gal. A rather tall gal well built with an incredible ammount of muscularity. The gal was somewhat lean, but her muscles were striated, carrying alot of definition. The girl's abs were cut sharply into a calvanized like steel washboard, and her arms were fairly of a good size in diameter, being cut out sharp as ivory.
 
The girl had thighs, and lower legs appearing as though they were sculpted from marble.
 
Sherrie happened to be the girl's name, and a pretty bit she was, being of a light creamy complexion, donning redish brown shoulder length hair.
 
Untop of having a rock hard knockout killer body, Sherrie had a bountiful set of soft plush breasts that a man would die for to lay his head upon, and take an entire days rest on.
 
Sherrie, and her friend Theresa was just wrapping up their day in the gym, and decided to hit the showers, and then planned to have a light sub, and salad in the deli located at the back of the gym.
 
Sherrie, and Theresa sat a table outside of the deli finishing up their light meal.
 
Theresa then asked Sherrie, "Did you notice that old poot giving you the hairy eyeball in the gym today, Sherrie"?
 
Sherrie replied, "Yes, and when that old poot comes out after he's done, I'm going to rack him up like a set of pool balls"!
 
"So in other words, you're going to give him an ass kicking, eh"? Theresa replied.
 
Sherrie then answered Theresa, "Yeah, an ass kicking, and then some! If there's one thing I can't stand, and that's some little out of shape perverted old man"!
 
Theresa then asked Sherrie, "Yeah, but I hear some old coots like having their asses kicked by a girl, Sherrie"?
 
"Not the ass kicking I'm gonna lay down on this coot. Trust me
Theresa, after I'm done with this guy, he will be too damn scared to ever lay the hairy eye ball on any other woman"! Sherrie returned.
 
Sherrie was a bomb, and was about to explode all over an old man's ass when he would make his exit from the gym.
 
Sherrie always enjoyed complimenting her well built defined
muscular body, even when she wasn't working out, and today
was no exception as she sported a light gray bra style tanktop, along with wearing a pair of powder pink gray sweat shorts, and a pair of nike tennis shoes, over a pair of soft white socks frilled along the top having pink and blue flowered border.
 
Sherrie pulled her shoulder length hair back, tying it off into a
short ponytail, preparing herself for the task of giving some old
man the ass kicking of his miserable little life!
 
Theresa noticed Terry getting ready to exit the back door of the deli. No the door wasn't solid, but was a glass door.
 
"Here he comes Sherrie! You really gonna kick his ass? What if
he starts balling like some little baby"? Theresa asked.
 
Sherrie replied, "That's the plan girlfriend"!
 
As Terry was exiting the deli, Sherrie stood to her feet, and greeted Terry just as he got out through the door.
 
Now the back of the deli was in an area of an alley way, and Sherrie knew that no passer bys would be strolling along at this time of the day with the gym ready to close, and no cops patrolled the area either. So the chances of any interference wasn't likely.
 
No one was left in the gym, and the proprietors of the gym were a rouge type, and would more than likely welcome the thought of seeing some gal lay a thrashing on some old man.
Sherrie quickly stepped in front of Terry, impeding his path as Terry stood outside of the door now.
 
"Going some where old man"? Sherrie asked.
 
Terry replied, "Yeah to my car, now if you'll excuse me missy"
 
Just as Terry tried to make his way past Sherrie, she gave him a light shove that backed him up against the wall of the building, and told Terry, "Not so fast old man. I have some buisness to take care of with you"!
 
Terry grew just a little scared now, not knowing what to expect from this girl, who probaly stood over him several inches taller, and now she was directly in his face, as he leaned hard against the wall.
 
Terry had the right to be scared already of women, as he has had his ass beaten before by a woman, and on several occassions with that woman being his own wife!
 
"Uhhh, what seems to be the problem missy"? Terry asked Sherrie.
 
Sherrie responded to Terry by dropping her right fist and delivering a hard shot to his stomach that doubled him over.
 
"AAAaaggh"! Terry cried out, with instant tears welling up in his eyes.
 
"And you can quit calling me missy old man! Now the reason you're gonna be getting this ass kicking is because you did nothing but give me the hairy eye balls in the gym today, and I can't stand some old pervert that has to stare down some gal undressing her with his eyes"! Sherrie told Terry angrily.
 
Theresa then jumped to her feet, and shouted to Sherrie, "You go girl, kick his little sorry ass good. Teach him a lesson he'll never forget"!
 
Terry managed to pull himself upright, and while leaning against the wall of the building once again with his hands up now in surrender, he asked Sherrie pleading, "Please, maybe we can work past this, and forget about it. I'm sorry missy, it won't happen again"
 
Sherrie then responded, "Now what did I tell you little man about calling me missy"?
 
Just as Sherrie's last word came out of her mouth, she cold cocked Terry with a short right fisted punch to the left side of his cheek.
 
"AAAaahhhggg"! Terry cried.
 
The next thing Terry saw was an explosion of bright lights going off in his head like it was the fourth of July, and Sherrie's fist smashing into Terry's face felt like he was hit by a sledge hammer!
 
Tears were now streaming down Terry's cheeks, and the left side of Terry's face was a bright crimson glow.
 
Terry did little but cried tears in pain as he held his face with both hands: But of course there was nothing Terry could do against such a maiden of striated muscles!
 
Terry had no time whatsoever to respond to Sherrie's assualt,
because just as soon as she punched him in the face a second time with even a harder blow, she delivered one helluva wicked kick to Terry's buldging belly, and that was the shot that dropped Terry to his knees. Terry didn't remain on his knees too long as the pain racking his body now, sent him to his hands and knees.
 
Sherrie then demanded Terry to get to his feet, and that she wasn't finished with him yet.
 
Terry could only do nothing but soaked the walk with his tears, and failed to respond to Sherrie's request.
 
"Well since you can't get up on your own you little piece of shit, allow me to help you up"! Sherrie said to Terry.
Sherrie then reached down, and took a fistful of Terry's hair, dragging him back up to his feet. Sherrie then placed Terry against the wall, and  now had him by the throat, and with her right fist she delivered a wicked shot to Terry's ribcage.
 
"AAAaaahhhgggGGG"! Terry cried loudly.
 
The sound of a rib breaking could be heard, and Theresa now sat back down, and cringed after hearing the rib go, and hearing such a shot delivered!
 
What Theresa was about to witness in the next twenty minutes or so would put the fear of God in any man who would have seen Sherrie dismantling this man!
 
For the next twenty minutes to an half hour, Sherrie totally annihilated Terry.
 
Sherrie battered, and brutalized the old man with a long series of punches and kicks, and on a couple of occassions while Terry was lying on the ground against the wall of the building, Sherrie would repeatedily kick him in the gut and ribs non-stop!
 
The owner of the gym came out after hearing the loud whales of an old man crying out in severe pain, and politely told Sherrie, "Uhhh, I don't know what this guy did to deserve such a brutal beatdown, and I don't want to know, but if you can finish up with him soon, I would appreciate it. Don't want the five-O here"
 
"Sure Cliff" Sherrie returned. Cliff being the name of the owner of the gym.
"In fact I'll wrap it up now" Sherrie told him.
 
Sherrie drug Terry to his feet for his last stand, and then as she leaned Terry against the wall for the last time, Sherrie delivered a rocking right fisted uppercut to the underneath of Terry's jaw. It's was lights out cold!
 
"Thanks" Cliff told Sherrie.
 
As Sherrie and Theresa turned to make their way from the gym leaving Terry out cold on the ground against the wall of the building with two swollen shut blackened eyes, Cliff asked, "Now I suppose you're going to leave me to clean up this mess, Sherrie"?
 
Sherrie turned sharply on her feet and looked at Cliff with a red blazing glare in her eyes, and told Cliff sharply, "Do what you damn well have to Cliff. That old pevert isn't my problem now"!
 
Sherrie and Theresa then left for who knows where, leaving Cliff who obediently took Sherrie's advice, and without returning a word to her.
 
Cliff gave Terry the leisure of taking his unrest sleep for the night in the gym.
 
"Well I guess I get no poontang tonight, seeing I have to baby sit some schmuck that hasn't got a way with women"! Cliff told himself.
 
The End.