The Fight for Justice

Stepping out of the changeroom, Kelli felt simultaniously powerful and exposed. Powerful because he was dressed in a very intimidating swat team uniform, tall boots, tight dress, even a threatening-looking nightstick. But exposed for the obvious reason that, despite the fact he was dressed like a cop, Kelli was nothing more than a nervous young man playing dress-up.

His fear, though, did not sate his curiosity. He scanned the room to find the cause of the commotion. A middle-aged man stood near the register holding onto one end of the strap of a brown purse. The other end was held tightly in the hands of the store clerk, the man wearing the leather bodice and knee-high boots. Locked in a struggle for the purse, they pulled back and forth, neither finding advantage over the other.

"Help!" the clerk cried again.

Fear or not, Kelli couldn't just stand by and let someone be robbed right in front of him. Taking purposeful strides, the sound of his heels on the tiles sounding loudly like the snare drum in a marching band announcing his arrival, Kelli shouted at the would-be robber.

"Drop the purse and get on the ground!"

The miscreant's eyes locked onto Kelli's, then slowly moved up and down Kelli's body, but he still held fast to the purse. An expression crossed the man's face. Recognition? Excitement?

No, by the leering smile on the man's face and the way he licked his lips, Kelli knew exactly what the man was thinking. He was terrified.

"I said get on the ground," Kelli shouted, rapidly approaching the thief.

"Or what?" the man shot back.

Kelli stopped in his tracks. It was a fair question. Or what? What would Kelli do should the man not comply with his instructions? Of course, Kelli had seen enough police on television to know what his next move would have to be, had he been a real police officer. But would he have the courage to go that far?

"Or I'll put you down myself," Kelli said in a threatening voice.

Kelli paused and sized up the thief. He was big, at least six feet tall, mid-forties, pale complexion, five-o'clock shadow, probably two hundred and fifty pounds. Compared to Kelli with his thin waist and huge breasts, the guy looked like a little boy. Confidence swelled in Kelli's sizable bossom, knowing full well that despite his lack of training or authority, he could easily step in and enforce the law.

He took one step forward in a knee-high boot, relishing the loud sound of the heel on the tile, then another, then another. The thief held his eyes locked on Kelli, not locked on his eyes as Kelli was wearing his aviator sunglasses, but on Kelli's chest which bounced with every step. A smirk on his lips, an indication of how terrified he was by Kelli's approach, the thief licked his lips while his hand held fast to the purse strap.

Kelli walked right up to the man and placed one dainty hand on the broad chest of the criminal, hoping to de-escalate the situation before things got too heated.

"It's not too late," Kelli said in a soft, soothing voice, leaning forward to be heard, his lips close enough to the larger man's for them to brush against each other. He was glad for the lift his heels gave him in that moment, as there was no way he'd be able to get that close otherwise, "You can still drop the purse and walk away. Nobody's been hurt, and nobody has to get hurt."

Off to the side, Kelli could hear the clerk whimpering quietly, desperately trying to hold onto his purse. While it wasn't fair to him to let the thief go, it was better than having to have an altercation.

"I'm not going anywhere," the big man said in a gravelly voice, "I've got needs, and until they're met," he paused to pull aggressively on the purse strap, "I'm not leaving."

"If that's the way you want it..." Kelli began, but did not finish. Instead he launched himself at the big man. Being as close as he was, he was able to very quickly wrap his fishnet-clad legs around the assailant's waist, while grabbing the back of the man's head and pulling his face directly into Kelli's cleavage.

That should give him second thoughts about messing with me, Kelli thought as he felt the man's free hand grab ahold of Kelli's rear end under his dress. It was a good thing that Kelli hadn't put on any panties, otherwise the criminal would have something to grab onto and get extra purchase. In a fight like the one Kelli was engaged in, every little bit would help, every small advantage could turn the tide. He made a mental note to avoid wearing panties whenever he might get physical in the future.

Kelli's opponent nuzzled aggressively into the cleavage that was holding him hostage, pressing his face deeper and deeper. Soon Kelli realized that the zipper holding his dress together was sliding down, exposing his breasts to the open air.

Good, he thought, once this guy takes a look at my manly chest, maybe he'll start to have second thoughts about messing with me.

The struggle continued like that for a few more moments when Kelli realized that something had changed. Not only could Kelli feel something hard poking into his rear end, something that he only could assume was a weapon of some sort that the man had hidden in his pants, but Kelli could now feel both of the man's hands on his rear end! Looking around, Kelli saw the clerk scurrying out of the store, the purse clutched against his leather bodice. Hopefully the clerk would have enough thought as to call the actual police, but even if he didn't, Kelli had already scored a victory.

Now all he had to do was restrain the attacker until the authorities arrived.

The balance of the fight had shifted. With both hands free to dedicate to the battle, Kelli felt himself being held tighter, then swung around until his rear end landed on the countertop next to the register.

"Now you're going to get it, you fucking slut," the man grunted, pulling his face from Kelli's cleavage.

"Sweet talk won't win you any points with me, asshole," Kelli spat back. Just because the man had decided to compliment Kelli, didn't mean that Kelli would forget what had already occurred.

The big man released Kelli's rear and and entwined his fingers in Kelli's long blond hair. Then, with some effort, he pulled Kelli's face close to his, shoving his lips against Kelli's, thrusting his tongue into Kelli's mouth.

Two can play that game, Kelli thought, shoving his own tongue into the assailant's mouth, Suffocating me won't work, not when I can breath through my nose!

But even that, lips locked, holding each other's heads tightly, the two were evenly matched. What Kelli needed was to gain an advantage.

Subtly, Kelli released his attacker's head and slid his hands down the man's back, then gently slithered them between their bodies, feeling around for what he was looking for. His fingers touched metal, and he felt his heart flutter. Now the tides would begin to turn.

Without pausing his tongue ****, Kelli's dainty fingers quickly unbuckled the leather belt around the man's waist. Very quickly the belt was undone, then pulled out and dropped on the floor. Before the man could react, Kelli's tongue still firmly in the his mouth, Kelli began to work on the man's jeans. Button, zipper, push. Down went the jeans, wide open went the man's eyes.

Kelli had him exactly where he wanted him.

A quick shove and the thief, jeans around his ankles, stumbled backward and fell to the floor with a loud and painful thud. In a flash Kelli was on top of him, straddling the man's body before he realized what was happening. Whipping the fur-lined handcuffs from his belt, grabbed the man's right wrist, and secured him to a nearby clothing display that was hard fastened to the floor. Then he threw his weight at this left arm, holding it down with his own right arm.

Kelli smiled.

"Looks like someone's been a bad boy," Kelli ridiculed, thinking he had won the fight, "I hope I didn't give you a boo-boo. Do you need mommy to kiss it better?"

That's when Kelli realized that the battle was far from over. While he was leaning over, holding the man's left arm down, Kelli hadn't taken into account the weapon that he had felt pressed into his backside earlier. Earlier, Kelli had thought that it was in the man's pants. Now he realized his mistake, that it had been in the man's underwear, and it had now found its way under Kelli's dress, pressing directly between Kelli's butt cheeks.

Distracted by the sensation, Kelli turned to see what was happening. That was exactly what the man needed to get his hand free. Two things happened at once. One, the man's hand reached up and grabbed Kelli's left breast, squeezing and kneeding. Two, the weapon pressed deeper into Kelli, causing him to yelp.

If he thinks that's going to stop me, Kelli thought, he's got another thing coming.

"I don't know what you think you're doing back there," Kelli said through gritted teeth, "but I can take far more than you can dish out."

"Think so?" the man gruffly said, squeezing hard on Kelli's breast again.

"I know so. I can go all day and all night. And whatever you've got back there," Kelli said, "stop struggling and just give it to me."

Abandoning the idea that he could restrain the man from grabbing his breast, Kelli reached back and took hold of the weapon in his soft, dainty hand, and positioned it upright, then leaned back, pressing into the man's groin, ensuring that the weapon would fully lodge itself in between Kelli's cheeks.

There, Kelli thought, I've got him just where he can't do any damage.

The results were instantanious. The thief began to moan and groan, bucking into Kelli over and over, a rhythmic thrusting that showed just how **** the man had become.

"Oh baby," he breathed as he thrust, "you feel so good."

"Give it to me!" Kelli shouted at the man over and over, hoping the man would let go of the weapon, allowing the struggle to come to an end, "Give it all to me!"

Realizing that being passive in the fight wouldn't get him where he needed to get, Kelli began to match the criminal's thrusting, leaning back, bouncing, even moaning along with the man to show that he wasn't intimidated.

"More!" Kelli shouted, "I want all of it! Give it to me!"

Deeper and deeper the weapon went, filling Kelli with a sense of progress. He was winning, but more than that, he was showing this thief that he couldn't just walk all over people. Kelli had stepped up to show him what a real man would do when confronted with danger.

After about ten minutes of thrusting, both men becoming sweaty messes, the thief gave a deep cry and stopped struggling. His whole body shook for a few moments, then he collapsed back onto the cool floor, releasing Kelli's breast.

"Yes!" Kelli cried out to the heavens, realizaing what had just occured. He had won! While the man hadn't released the weapon, Kelli had broken it. He could feel it between his tightly squeezed buttocks. The weapon had begun to become soft, as if the core of it had snapped. Also, whatever fluid that had been held inside had leaked out inside Kelli. His strength must have been more than he thought, because Kelli's thrusting had broken the casing of the weapon open causing it to drain out.

Once the thief stopped shaking, Kelli let the weapon slide out of him, then stood to his feet, enjoying the feeling of the leather boots as he stood over his conquered foe. Looking down, the man had fallen asleep. He looked quite peaceful in that state, which Kelli thought was probably true of many people. Sleep was a great equalizer. You lost your sense of self, your bravado, your doubt, and drifted in a sea of serenity. Perhaps when he woke up, the assailant would find leniency with the authorities of Girl World and could turn over a new leaf. Whatever his future held, Kelli was glad to have run into him. Intervening in a situation like this would have never been part of his life back home, but there in Girl World Kelli had found the courage to be a hero. To be a champion.

To be a real man.