The fight - Cat burglar

 The Fight, by Unknown

Jeanette had broken into his house in order to steal the money he had in his wall safe. To her annoyance he had a safe that she couldn't crack. She had been working on it for two hours and she was unable to open it. Jeanette was getting increasingly frustrated with the uncooperative safe, because just inches away from her, right behind the steel door was approximately $85,000 in already circulated bills. Drug money. Frank was a major distributor in this city. Jeanette felt that since the money was illegal, it may as well be in her purse rather than in his wallet.

She was almost ready to give up when she heard the front door open. Frank had come home early! The safe she was working on was in his bedroom so she quickly ran to his closet. Pulling the door closed behind her, she left a small crack so she could see outside into his bedroom.

Frank walked in. If he caught her there, her life was in jeopardy. He didn't mess around.

She watched as he emptied his pockets into an antique Ming dynasty China bowl he kept on his dresser. Nothing is too good for the drug kingpin, right? His wallet, pocket change, keys, money clip, all went into the bowl.

Then he undressed. Jeanette already knew he was muscular and well built. She could already tell that without seeing him without his shirt on. When he was naked from the waist up, though, she was impressed. He had huge, hard looking muscles. Great big shoulders. Finely developed pectorals. A muscular, "six pack" stomach. Bulging biceps. She had already had an eyeful even before he started undressing from the waist down. He removed his shoes, then his pants and finally his underwear. She had seen bigger, but she was impressed. She had heard that he was well hung, but now that she had seen him for herself she knew it wasn't all rumor.

Completely naked, Frank walked into his bathroom. Jeanette waited, eager to make her escape. She heard the sound of running water in the shower. Now was the time, she figured. She had to get out of there and get out of there fast. She pushed the door all the way open and quietly as she could started walking toward the bedroom door.

Frank walked back into the bedroom.

Jeanette froze in her tracks.

"Jeanette" he gasped in surprised," what are you...?" He saw the picture pulled out that concealed his wall safe. He looked back at her incredulously. They made eye contact for a few seconds. He was seeking understanding, she was projecting guilt.

He knew. The most dangerous man, the most powerful man in the city knew that she was trying to steal from him.

"Jeanette. Jeanette. Jeanette." He said. "This will never do. Never, never, never."

She was in trouble and she knew it.

"You've been a good employee, so I'll make it fast and easy", Frank said, walking towards her.

There was only one punishment Big Frank ever dealt out and that was death! And he always did it himself. Jeanette had only seconds to live.

Though Frank was muscular and a martial arts expert, Jeanette realized that he was also naked and very much obviously a male.

He approached within a foot of her and said: "So how shall we end our relationship, Jeanette? A hit to the corrupted artery or a chop to the back of the neck?"

"Neither", Jeanette replied." I was thinking about..."

She brought her knee up as hard as she could, right into his balls.

"This!", She shouted

Frank shrieked in unexpected pain.

"And this!"

Once again a knee to his balls.

Frank was doubling over, incapacitated by her first knee, even before the Jeanette did her second assault on his testicles.

Frank was collapsing to the floor when she kneed him for the third time. The third time, realizing that she had plenty of time and that Frank was no longer a threat to her, Jeanette brought her knee up with all the strength she could muster.

Frank, all fight gone out of him, collapsed to the floor.

Rolling on the floor, holding his balls, Frank wasn't just no longer a threat to her, he was also completely helpless. Jeanette was a smart girl and she realized this.

there was money in his safe...a lot of it.

She could run or she could gamble. She made up her mind instantly.

She knelt down beside him. She pushed his hands away from his balls and gripped them easily in her hand. She squeezed. Frank tensed all over, and his body became completely rigid.

"Tell me the combination to your safe," Jeanette said.

Frank's face was screwed up in agony, but he made no reply to her

"The combination, Frank."

Frank was gasping and writhing on the floor and Jeanette didn't know whether he couldn't speak because of her grip on his balls or because he was resisting.

She squeezed harder.

Frank gasped again, and rolled his head from side to side.

"...stop...please...tell you anything;;; don't squeeze ..."

She squeezed harder.

Frank yelled in complete agony and told her the combination. Jeanette squeezed his balls as hard as she could. Frank trembled and passed out.

The combination he had given her was accurate.

Jeanette discovered, to her delight, that the $85,000 she had anticipated was really 335,000, plus or minus. She was rich.

Unfortunately for Frank, when Jeanette squeezed his balls as hard as she could, she ruined them.

Oh, well such is life.