Frill Fighter
Story by BossRose
Frill Fighter
A martial arts futa story
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A short story by BossRose
Part 1 - The bodyguard
Hannes had to find the white pleated dress. He rubbed his tired eyes and peered at the sidewalk rolling by. The other guys of the staff had warned him about nights like these, about the late hours and the punishment for failing. This was his first time actually having to drive out and experiencing it himself. He hated it so far. It was nighttime but the summer heat still hung thick in the air. Sweat trickled down his back and his tuxedo was sticking to the leather seats. Hannes cursed and fiddled with the controls by the wheel but couldn’t figure out which one was the air condition, the car was like a spaceship with all its buttons and screens. Rolling down the windows wasn’t an option, he didn’t want some puking idiot sticking his head into the car. He drove by yet another nightclub with flashing neon lights in pink and green. There were many partygoers, screaming and staggering about. But no one with a white frilled dress, high heels and blonde hair.
“Hey assholes! Get out of the way!” He shouted and honked the horn.
Two men in pink shirts were goofing around in the middle of the road. Rich spoiled kids, obviously out partying with dad’s credit card. Hannes felt like running them over, but he couldn’t risk the car. Instead he got out and walked up to them. They reeked of alcohol.
“Guys, I’m driving here. Would you please move out of the way?”
“You don’t own this street!” One of them said. He held a beer bottle in his hand.
“Yeah get lost!” The other one said and walked up to Hannes, invading his personal space with his face. A switchblade gleamed in his hand.
“You know what the problem with knives is?” Hannes said.
“What do you-”
Hannes dropped him with a two punch combo.
A bottle was thrown and Hannes ducked it.
With a quick strike to the jaw he ended the second man.
“The problem with knives-” He said and straightened his tuxedo jacket. “-is that they won’t make you any less of an idiot.”
Back in the car he called an ambulance, sure they were idiots, but they didn’t deserve the potential brain damage. Hannes also made sure that he didn’t have any dirt on his shirt. The lady back at the house wanted him clean and tidy so he always made an effort to keep things that way, including himself. That’s when he saw it, at the edge of his vision. Something white.
Hannes had never really talked to Olivia. Nothing more than exchanging the pleasantries that was required from his work as a bodyguard for her mother. Among the staff however, there were much gossip. Apparently she was being home schooled now because she’d caused too much trouble in normal schools. Trouble often involving boys. No one would tell him exactly what had happened though. The staff hated that she spent so much time at home now. She was a spoiled kid and everything had to be just as she wanted it to be. She would nag and complain about the most pointless things like the colour of the umbrella in her drink or the temperature of Kitsune’s nutrient enhanced dog food. Yes, sadly enough she had come up with that name on her own.
He turned onto a side street. Dark and silent. The thumping bass from the clubs was only a muffled beat here. This part of town was nothing but old factory buildings and run down offices. Some of them had been re-purposed into clubs. The rest stood empty with boarded up windows. Definitely not a place for a young girl this late at night.
The headlights rolled over a white dress. Her hair was tied into two golden ponytails that reached all the way down to her ass. They swayed from side to side as she walked. It was Olivia, he was sure of it because no one else had legs like her. Long and shapely with firm calves and hamstrings that made her knees look small. Yet they were slim and elegant. You could tell that her mother had put her through rigorous ballet classes since she was old enough to stand up.
Hannes rolled down the w
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