KERI'S KORNER VI: FRIENDLY PERSUASION

Keri McDaniel, a twenty-something smart, sexy and utterly confused young woman awakens in her apartment on a late Sunday morning to the sounds of cars and pedestrians outside. The last two days for her have been a nightmare, and at this point, that's exactly what she thinks it was; just a nightmare. Then, she starts to move, and the pain between her thighs rushes her back to reality. But, how did she get back here? What's the last thing she remembers?

It all comes back to her in a flash. The match. The sadistic brunette named Aliya who broke the rules and tried to literally break her at the behest of someone else. She remembers her own extraordinary comeback. And finally, the mysterious “fan” in the alley.

Then, she hears the toilet flush. Someone else is in her apartment…and out she walks like something out of a dream; dirty blonde hair, big brown eyes and a heavenly shape. Her waist is so thin Keri thinks she could almost clasp her own hands completely around it. This makes her wide hips all the more shapely; and those breasts. You could dive right in and get lost for a week, Keri thinks. She's wearing one of Keri's T-shirts, no pants, but the shirt just barely covers her crotch. She apparently stayed the night. If not for the searing pain in her pussy, Keri would still think she is dreaming.

“You had a rough night,” the mystery woman begins. “I thought I might have to take you to the hospital, but it looks like you just need a shitload of ice packs and rest.”

“Brooke. Your name is Brooke,” Keri mumbles.

“No problem with your memory,” Brooke says as she sits in a chair across from Keri's bed, crosses her legs and lights a cigarette, giving Keri a crotch shot right out of ‘Basic Instinct.'

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Keri is speaking much clearer now.

“Well, let's see. First, you attacked me in the alley after your fight. Then, you passed out. I guess I could have left you to get raped, then murdered…or murdered, then raped, but after the way you treated me, the least I could do was take you home and make sure you weren't dying or something,” Brooke replies, seemingly having fun with the whole scenario.

“How the fuck did you know where I lived?” Keri asked, not at all amused.

“Well, there you've got me,” says Brooke. “I was in the audience at that horrible outdoor mansion fight Friday night.”

“I saw you,” Keri interrupts.

“It was the most amazing thing I've ever seen,” says Brooke, sitting up and now speaking with great passion. “I couldn't believe how much torture you were able to take and then come back from it all. I became kind of worried after you left, so I followed you home. You didn't look in any condition to drive,” Brooke says, beginning to get excited all over again, then continues. “The next night, I came by and was going to knock to make sure you really were ok. That's when I saw you leave for last night's fight. It's kind of embarrassing, but I followed you; when the bouncer asked who I was, I said I was with you. That's how I got in.”

“You don't even know me,” says Keri.

“I just got caught up in the excitement of it all,” Brooke replies.

“I'm glad my pain causes you so much excitement,” Keri says.

“No. The secret club. The fights. I know I look like a sweet all-american girl, and in most ways I am. But there's something intoxicating about being around that kind of action.”

As Brooke goes on about her little fetish, Keri thoughts drift off to the events that nearly destroyed her and she interrupts—“Someone's trying to kill me.”

Keri has never felt so alone and vulnerable in her life, so it's little surprising that she confides in this over zealous fan and indulges her to let her help figure out who's behind it all.

Keri spends the next couple days in bed, then gets together with Brooke again and goes to the mansion where she had the fight with Nicole to try to get some answers from Martin, the man who hired, and ultimately duped her into almost getting killed. When they arrive, they find an old couple residing there. They have no idea what Keri is going on about. They say they've been on vacation for the last two weeks and the house has been empty. They don't believe any of Keri's claims and threaten to call the police. Someone has gone to great lengths to cover their tracks.

“How did you get invited?” Keri asks Brooke, hoping to procure her next lead. Brooke proceeds to tell Keri about her escapades of frequenting downtown strip clubs. It's pretty obvious to Keri at this point what Brooke's sexual preference is. Still, she gets hit on and even goes out with men on occasion. Case in point: while she was enjoying lapdances at a club called Private Eyes, she met the acquaintance of a wall street type on a Friday night. They got to talking about her fight fetishes, and as fate would have it, he just happened to be friends with Martin, the man who hired Keri to fight his wife. Brooke jumped at the chance to go to the fight and the rest is history. Keri was never into him. They met at the house and sat together, but she didn't leave with him. The only lead to find him was to stake out the club Private Eyes and hope that he was a regular.

That night, Brooke and Keri go to Private Eyes. They are both decked out wearing hot mini skirts and pumps. Brooke looks quite at home inside. Keri has never been to a strip club before and the sight of all the exotic flesh is overwhelming. She knows where her tendencies lied, no matter how hard she tries to fight her desires. After scoping the place out and constantly having to turn down dances, Keri is more than ready to leave, until one dancer just won't take no for an answer to a lap dance. She is a british bombshell with deep blue eyes and raven black shoulder length hair. She wears latex thigh high black boots, a black latex g-string and nothing else. It isn't long before Keri loses herself in this woman's rhythm. At the peak of her excitement, this woman whispers something in her ear, “Meet me out back. I know who you're looking for.” Suddenly, the woman disappears. Keri shakes herself back to reality and looks around for Brooke, who is nowhere to be found.

Keri sneaks backstage, through the dressing room of naked women and out a back door to a dirty, grungy alleyway. Straight across from her is the mystery stripper standing next to Brooke, with her hands firmly on the back of Brooke's hair, looking very purposeful. Suddenly, the door closes behind Keri and she is grabbed by two other women; an enormously busty dirty blonde with a gold bikini and slicked back hair and a statuesque and leggy brunette with striking blue eyes and a pink unikini.

Before Keri can speak or resist, the brit speaks, “What happened before, that was just playing. Your endurance and you resilience has been noticed…and respected. That's why it's been decided to leave you alone. That's why you're gonna leave it alone, too. Right here. Right now. Don't go looking for any more answers, because all you're gonna find is a world of hurt.”

“Fuck you, whore!” screams Keri.

“See, now we're not supposed to hurt you, unless it becomes necessary,” the brit goes on. “But, nothing was said about her…” the brit yanks on Brooke's hair, indicating her, “…not hurting you.”

“What?”Brooke asks incredulously.

The brit continues, “Or about us hurting you. Now, if you don't start putting the hurt on your friend there, that's exactly what's gonna happen.” She tosses Brooke towards Keri and the other two.

“What?” Brooke asks again, confused.

“Hit. Her. Or. We'll. Hit. You.” The brit says slowly.

Keri takes a deep breath. “It's OK, Brooke. Do what she says. It's ok.”

“I'm not gonna hit---“ Brooke is interrupted as the brit grabs her around the throat from behind with one arm and thrusts the other between her legs, grabbing her twat roughly. Brooke's eyes go wide with surprise. Keri tries to break free of the other girls.

“Let her go, you fuck!” she screams.

The brit whispers in Brooke's ear, “Somebody's going home hurt tonight. You decide.”

Keri talks sternly to Brooke. “Brooke. It's OK. I can handle it.”

“Did you hear that?” the brit asks Brooke, letting her go. “She ‘bout called you a pussy. You gonna let her get away with that?” Brooke is not a fighter. She's not brave. She knows what she has to do. She tries to get it over with quickly, so she rushes up and slaps Keri hard across the mouth, splitting her lip. The brit stamps her foot on the ground like a child having a tantrum.

“Noooo,” she says. “I want you to kick her…between the legs.” Keri's two captors immediately snake a leg around Keri's legs to spread her wide as she is leaned against the brick wall. Brooke looks back at her defiantly. The brit continues, “We all know she can take it. Her pussy's real tough.” She takes a step towards Brooke. “Is yours?”

“C'mon Brooke. She's right. I can take it,” says Keri.

“I'm not gonna hurt you, Keri,” says Brooke.

Keri realizes she's going to have to play a little psychology on Brooke to save her the beating that is meant for herself. “You couldn't hurt me, Brooke,” says Keri. “You're a little weak, pathetic dike, so let's just get this over with.” The other girls begin laughing. Even though Brooke is smart enough to know what Keri is doing, she still can't help but being hurt and knows there's little choice for her.

Brooke winds up and sends her stiletto shoe between Keri's legs with some considerable force. Keri winces. The brit intercedes, “You deliver another one like that, and I'll pound your pussy into hamburger meat.” Brooke looks at Keri who mouths the words, “I can take it.”

Brooke takes a few steps start and really kicks her new friend hard in the cunt. “That's it.” The brit claps. “Again.” Brooke winds up again, trying to get the top of her shoe to hit the target instead of the tip, but she miscalculates in the worst way and Keri feels the sharp tip penetrate her. Keri wants to double over, but her captors won't let her. “Oh, god. I'm sorry,” Brooke says to her friend. Keri begins to squirm as the brit yells out, “Again!”

“Enough!” Brooke screams back.

“AGAIN!” the brit commands. Brooke screams defiantly as she unleashes another kick. Keri's knees begin to buckle beneath her. Brooke is stronger than she thought.

“Again!”

CRUNCH!

“Again!”

BAM

“Faster!”

CRUNCH

“Faster!”

SLAM

Something takes over Brooke and she obeys the brit's every command as her rhythm gets harder and faster. Her face is no longer conflicted. She is very concentrated on her actions. She is, dare I say, beginning to enjoy it. Keri is helplessly moaning and turning her head from side to side. She realizes that the couple days of bed rest was not enough for her pussy to fully recover. She can't believe this is happening to her again. After about fifteen well placed and very hard kicks to the same sore spot, the brit tells her to stop. The other girls let go of Keri, and she drops like a stone in the fetal position, moaning away. The three strippers go back inside the club. Brooke rushes over to Keri.

“I had to,” she says.

“I know,” Keri replies, with her head tucked between her legs.

Brooke touches her shoulder and says, “I'm sorry.” Keri lashes at her with one arm. “Leave me alone!” Keri stays that way for a long while before she is finally able to try to stand and leave. Without a word between them, Keri and Brooke go back home, Keri's home.