| BATTLE ROYALE By James (jimjunior2001@yahoo.com) DUE TO POPULAR DEMAND, I HAVE DECIDED TO WRITE ANOTHER JILL JOHNSON STORY. THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST AND I LOVE HEARING FROM YOU! “Jill are you alright?” my husband asked me. “No I am fine.” I replied to Jim. We were shopping in the mall and I was waiting for him in the main walkway section as he was standing in line in the drug store trying to buy us a few sodas. A man had put his arm around me. I could smell a little alcohol on his breath. It was one in the afternoon; I could not believe it, but here I was, in the middle of the day, being harassed by a drunk. Only my luck. He was wearing a baggy brown jacket and hat, and was not cleanly shaven. He must have outweighed me by about thirty pounds and three to four inches taller. . However, he was about to find out there was more power in this little body of mine more than he realized, as well as something special upstairs, too. I pushed my sleeves up and got to work. I clamped both my hands on his offending hand. The realization that he was pinned to my body caused him to lose his balance just a little, enough for me to make him easier to move. I ducked underneath him, keeping his hand tightly pinned against mine with my left while placing my right hand behind his offending elbow. I was now behind him and I stood up, keeping my left hand on his wrist, and my right hand pushing against his elbow. The pain I was inflicting on this one part of his body, namely his right arm, neutralized any physical advantage he would normally have. The pressure on his elbow forced him to his knees. “Apologize to me or the arm breaks.” I stated. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he cried. “Thank you. Now why were you trying to get me?” “I don’t know, you just looked so, so...” “Vulnerable.” “Yes, beautiful and vulnerable.” “Thank you for the beautiful comment. Now you know that I am not vulnerable.” “I do, I do, bitch will you let go of my arm, and I promise not to do anything.” With that, I did. As he began to stand up, I did a leg swipe and knocked him off his feet again and onto his ass this time instead of the knees. He was now totally humiliated, and there were a few people now standing around watching. They were laughing now at him. I stood up and was now standing over him with my arms crossed and fully in control of the situation. “Enjoy your trip?” I smiled. He said nothing. Finally security came and escorted him away. Jim finally came back with the sodas we ordered. He handed me one, and I took a sip. He put his arm around me, but this was one arm I did not mind. One of the people who had saw me get that lute down to his knees and then his ass came up to me. “Mam, I loved that; that was so arousing, I will remember that scene the rest of my life!” “Yeah, yeah,” a few other guys cheered. The original guy stated again, “You know self-defense is sexy.” Jim began to walk and I went along with him. “Yeah, but she’s mine, all mine!” he turned around and said, and gave me a kiss. I appreciated the kiss, but my mind was wandering a bit; the comment that fellow made about self-defense being sexy gave me an idea, which I shared with Jim on the way home. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said. “No, it would be a way for us to get some extra income; you and I are both teachers, we don’t make a lot of money.” “I don’t know, it’s different and I don’t know if it will catch on. I mean, guys will pay for sex, but to try to fight a girl?” “Let’s give it a shot.” “Alright, alright.” Over the next few weeks, we set up a website entitled “Battle Royale” which invited men of all shapes and sizes to come to my place and try to “handle me”. The main page stated, “If you think you can handle me, drop me a line, and we’ll set up a time to get it on.” I set up a mat in my finished basement where we could do the encounters. I got a few responses. This is the story of the first one. The first guy was a neighbor of ours who for some reason was obsessed with my hair. He grabbed a fistful of my hair with his right. I quickly put my left hand over his offending hand to prevent him from pulling my hair and causing me to lose any balance. I then reinforced that hold with my right hand so that he could not escape. I bent forward, pushing my chin down towards my chest while pushing his hand back towards his elbow causing him pain. A moment later, I sunk to knee, keeping my back straight, while he was keeled over in pain. He cried out “mercy” and let go. After a moment for him to recover, I allowed him, as he wished, to grab some of my hair from the back. He was no more successful. I pinned his offending hand with my two and turned to my left and ducked, keeping my hands on his. I was now behind him and I pinned his offending arm to his back with one hand, and with the other, I grabbed the collar on his jacket. I kept him off balance by pulling on the collar and pushing upwards on the arm. He cried “mercy”. Good thing he did, because I was about to give him a good kick in the back of the knee. I crossed my arms and said, “We’ll, you’re 0 for 2 now. You have one more strike.” “I’ll get you this time.” He grabbed the collar of my shirt. I smiled. This would be ironic as my defense would involve his hair. I pinned that hand with my left and turned around, facing away from him. His arm was now going across my back. With my right hand, I reached back and secured a hold on his hair and because he was off balance from my grip, I was successful in pulling that hair and causing him to tumble onto the ground. I swiped my hands together, brushed back my bangs, and stated, “Three strikes, you’re out. You have been unsuccessful at handling a girl.” “Well, thanks for the opportunity. I really thought I could handle you”, he said as I helped him up. “No problem; tell your friends I’m available if they’re willing to ante up.” “Will do.” The next story will tell what happened with the other responders. |