HER MILKSHAKE

REACTION FORCE

In stating his Third Law, Sir Issac Newton said, “Actioni contrariam semper et æqualem esse reactionem: sive corporum duorum actiones in se mutuo semper esse æquales et in partes contrarias dirigi.”.. All forces occur in pairs, and these two forces are equal in magnitude and opposite in direction .

This law of motion is commonly paraphrased as: "To every action force there is an equal, but opposite, reaction force".

The slang expression Milkshake refers to the sexual skills and techniques of a superior female lover who's feremones immit a bio-chemical force to males who are drawn to her. On the street it is said that a female like this has skills. Other womenof lesser skills sense the “Milkshake” but their reaction is to neutralize it's affects through peer pressure, slander, cunning or in extreme situations extinguish them through violence. ……..This is the story of the latter “an equal, but opposite, reaction force".

The fallout from the battle between Trechelle Veronique and Marie Odette Devereux was swift and varied; so many challenges were issued within and between departments that Mekeba Brown had to solicit the assistance of the Battle Clan's IT department to keep up with scheduling the matches.

Most of the women either wanted to usurp the authority of co-workers or they had personal scores to settle. Makeba allowed matches between management and subordinates who wanted to move up, under one condition: the subordinate actually had the skill and experience to take the job. Makeba demanded unquestioned excellence in the daytime and unforgiving brutality after hours.

Each combatant had to be 18 or older; they had to sign a waiver for the fight

which said she was fighting for no other reason than sport (yeah right), they had to pass a complete physical, not be pregnant or on their periods. The rules for battle were worked out between Makeba and the contestants with a few non-negotiables: no weapons (foreign objects), no outside help, no tapping the fights end by verbal submission, knockout or Mekeba stops the fight.

The Players

Cynthia Parker a beautiful young business law under graduate at the local city college who manages the Excellence Care Department at the CompuTech Company . Perfection in bifurcation is how Mekeba and Trechelle described her; powerfully built because of her soccer, rugby and body building background at the same time Cynthia was curiously sensuous because of her modern dance experience.

When beholding her natural hairstyle, peanut butter toned skin a childlike smile placed gently below round elevated check bones one might be fooled into thinking that Cyn (as she was fond of being called) was a ‘creampuff”. However that was anything but the real case; she loved to quote the women's heavyweight champion Laila Ali,” don't let the good looks fool ya”

Cyn's fighting skills ranged from boxing, to wrestling power moves, and just good old fashioned Texas @$$! Whoopin'. One could say that many Texas gals possessed these skills but Cyn was special because of her uncanny ability to absorb pain and recover from blows and tactics that would devastate grown men.

In order to be in Cyn's fighting crew a girl had to be of the same ilk; they were known by the other crews as “the body thump sisters” . The name came about because instead of formal workouts or practice Cyn demanded that at any given time any two ladies could start taxing each other with devastating body punches until one of them backed away. Cyn was known as the “Queen of The Body Thump” and her philosophy was to be ready at all times and they were. Out of several hundred women Cyn was only defeated by a few; Trechelle Veronique an African sister raised in Detroit and Mekeba Brown herself.

Cyn's only weakness was her fetish for young African men from war-torn countries because she said that American males ;(even the so-called gangsters) were too soft for her) One such player was a Rwandan named Geordie Rwagasore who took a shine to Cyn and a few other women at work but like many young women Cyn deceived herself into thinking she was the only one.

One such female was a street tough sister named Pauline Taylor an ‘up-and- coming' account analyst who had eyes for Cyn's job and her man . Pauline was not the prettiest child, she had her daddy's face and her mama's body and as the old heads used to say “she was built like a brick $#!%!house” and had no reservations like flaunting it.

Pauline was proud of the fact that from time to time she was sent home for being inappropriately dressed; normally she would be termed after the second time but there were two dynamics in play. Pauline was extremely good at her job and she literally charmed the pants of the HR Officer who would list her infractions as first time offences each time. Pauline's claim to fame as far as pugilism was concerned was that she had never lost a fight with women or men and it did not matter how many attackers she had. (she only fought as many three at a time). Pauline was also known to withstand extreme punishment and had to do it often because she was “always” as my father's mother would say was “in the midst of S#!%!”. Ms. Taylor took great pleasure in using her

The Revelation

Makeba called Cyn into her office one afternoon to inform her that there was a challenge and to see if Cyn would accept. Cyn loved a good tussle so she quickly “sure boss bring her on” but Makeba wanted Cyn to be fully aware of what was at stake.

Makeba: “Hold on Boo!” You have not heard what she wants “

Cyn: “So what does she want Ms. Brown?

Makeba: She wants a no holds barred fight in a dark room, in work clothes; she taps you on the shoulder invites you into a room and it's on.

Cyn: Smiling, ”my kind of tussle”

Makeba: I'm not finished young lady (a bit annoyed at how impetuous she seem to be) sit down.

Cyn: Yes Ma'am she said while respect full taking her seat.

Makeba: This woman wants your rep as a fighter, your job and she has already had your man. After this revelation Cyn's childlike smile disappeared; knowing two things for sure

One: Ms. Brown was only speaking what she knew because she never said anything about anyone without a thorough investigation.

Two : This information had to go through her ‘girls' first and not one of them said

A m()%#%@f()@%in' mumbblin' word! “ D@^^n ! those B!%@#!'s” she thought to herself.

Makeba : I know what you are thinking young lady and you are wrong; your girls should not have told you because you would have lost your job. I'm not saying you have no discipline but under the circumstances anyone would lose it. That being said I don't want anyone dead, in jail or least of all unemployed. So here are Makeba's rules: No rounds, whoever drags the other out of the room wins, and a referee of my choosing …

Cyn: A ref! She snapped shrugging and intersecting her well-muscled arms. “Who will it be?”

“Yes a ref”, the lady executive said with a stern finality! You will see, Makeba said with a Cheshire cat gin.

The woman Mekeba had in mind was none other than the sexy Dougla Trini Gal her self Ms. Trechelle Veronique. Beside herself Mekeba could think of no other who could keep the bout from becoming a Death Match.

A few days later Cyn came to Mekeba's office with a most interesting proposal.

She knocked respectfully before entering through the chief executives open door.

Come in Ms. Parker how may I help you? Mekeba motioned for the natural brown beauty to be seated.

“Thank you Ms. Brown; I came to apologize for my emotionalism the last time we met.”

“It's understandable but what else is on your mind”, Mekeba questions as she read Cyn's eyes.

“Yes ma'am, I was thinking I am the wronged party, I am the senior person and I am the challenged person so why is she setting the terms?”

Mekeba smiled with a proud mother's approval. “You are showing why we advanced you in the first place young lady, you are a thinking woman.”

Cyn responded with a smile of her own but remained serious and stuck to the point. “In the light of those truths I believe I should be the one to choose the time the place and the conditions; offered Cyn.”

“What do you have in mind Ms. Parker?”

“We fight outside, after hours in a Hard Core, No Holds Barred, Brass Knucks, Sex Match. We wear what we normally wear to work(Cyn's usual attire was business casual; loose fitting attire with flat shoes however Pauline commonly would wear a sheer blouse a mini skirt and three inch heals; not suited for an parking lot skirmish) with the exception of one scorpion glove, a mouth guard and of course brass knuckles on our weaker hands. At this point the peanut butter toned beauty expanded her grin.

While Cyn was talking Mekeba could see the passages of The Book of The Five Rings in her mind : {“ Your strategy is of no account if when called on to fight in a confined space” … Fight where it suits you. Choose the terms of engagement..”} How then is a winner to be determined? inquired Mekeba.

Glad you asked Cyn said leaning forward and staring intently into her General Manager's exquisite coffee colored eyes ; “like a territorial house cat I will lay the rodent's lifeless carcass at your feet pledged Cyn.

When Pauline heard the altering of terms she shrugged and said ” I was just tryin' to save the B!%@# some embarrassment but if she wants to do it outside where all the stray cats and crack-heads can see me whoop her @$$, so be it!

“Oh and tell the Beeyatch I'll be wearing what I wore when I had her man.” Pauline smiled showing her old style ghetto dental work; two gold crowns on her bicuspids right outside of her canines.

Pauline was an expert antagonist however she could not get a rise out of Cyn. In fact Cyn had turned the table on her ; Cyn found that Pauline had ritual forbidden sex with a taken man before every scheduled fight and she had her sights set on Mr. Geordie Rwagasore Cyn's man but he could not perform.

The Seduction

The night before the fight Cyn invited Geordie over for what he thought was make-up sex.

Cyn prepared a candle-lit setting with music supplied by Will Downing's Pleasures of The Night , she set before him Chicken, Bacon and Spinach Pasta, served over fettuccini and topped with fresh grated Parmesan. She topped off the meal with a bottle of Italian Orvieto. That night Cyn donned a scarlet Lucille Cocktail Dress, three inch silver heels matching her necklace with the famous “ Elaine Cato Convertible Brassiere” exposing her matchless v-shaped back; he was soon to learn that this was her only undergarment.

Geordie almost choked on his meal twice while gazing on the sumptuous dessert that was Cynthia Parker.

Immediately after the meal Cyn went to work dramatically wiping her well-prepared paraphernalia off the table to the floor the crawled toward the Rwandan playa' like a large sensuous cat then traced his lips with the tip of her tongue. Geordie overwhelmed by her exotic performance moaned allowed and reached for Cyn when she suddenly spun around on he knees like a break dancer arriving at the center of the table; backside elevated, skirt hoisted and on all-fours ready in his favorite position, doggie style. Geordie mounted and rode Cyn for five animal-like sessions speaking sweetly to her in his colonial tongue, Belgian “Oh ma pâtisserie douce d'Américain de swet “ because she found it sexy in the past; . Little did he know that every would he uttered that night turned her stomach and broke her heart.

After the fifth go-round Geordie's athletic frame was spent , he was panting like a cheata who just missed the daily meal. Every muscle in his body was twitching and bozack staying in her secret place only because the power of her mighty walls held it there. He smiled and kisses her back gently as he started to back out when suddenly he realized he could not remove himself from her. D@^^! Baby you got a lock on me , let go Cyn said nothing she only panted then like a “Hoover” her vagina vacuumed his ‘tool' deep within her ‘sugar walls'. “Cyn what are you doing ? Let me go!” She did not, Cyn continued to tax him of his strength, his bodily juices and his will until he screamed like a girl and finally fainted resting on her moist and prodigious frame until she decided to shake him to the floor.

Without a word or facial expression Cyn put her clothing back on gathered Geordie's garments then dragged him out of her home by the trapezium like so much garbage. Cyn spent the rest of the night Sobbing. Kneeling and sitting at her porcelain alter, repentant; Cyn assuaged her self of the Italian cuisine and Geordie's noxious seed.

REACTION FORCE

The night finally came; both women were more than ready for this battle; though Pauline did not look the part, wearing a shear top, with a Satin Ruffle Shelf Bra, a micro mini skirt with a split and fishnet stockings in three inch Dereon Ultimate heels which enhanced her already dynamic rhombus fashioned calves. Of course I was not paying that much attention. Even though Pauline's attire was only appropriate for “ the club” most of her battles took place in that kind of setting

And she had never lost, this would be interesting.

Cyn on the other hand was dressed in company T-shirt, a sports bra, and knee shorts boxer's shoes and from the look in her eye, a bad attitude .

Between them stood Trechelle Veronique with hands outstretched holding the brass knuckles and giving instructions as to how they were to be used with her thick southern accent touch with a hint of Trinidad;

“Now this is real simple ladies you take these and beat the s#!%! out of each otha' but you can't hit each other in the head. If you do I will intervene and if you hit me you will be in a whole other world of s#!%! and trust, I will flush yo @$$!

Remember don't hit the ref! “ Mekeba and I were chuckling on the sidelines of the abandoned well lit parking lot upon hearing the ref's cautions to the female pugilists.

With a quick hand signal and a shout ”Whoop @$$!” the co-workers rested their foreheads together and began to hammer each other's gorgeous bodies with reckless abandon. The loud thumping of bone to Flesh and steel to bone went on for an amazing five minutes or more. Neither woman backing up or turning away. No doubt they were testing one another's physical stamina and resolve.

Personally I have seen female fighters trade body shot ‘for a while' but I have not seen even men take that kind of punishment with brass knuckles. They were amazing and Makeba and Trechelle could tell from my expression that I desired both combatants so when they caught my glance simultaneous they chorused,” Sick Old Man!”.

No doubt exhausted from the action and initial injuries both women groaned as they panted their chin resting on each other's shoulders while they continued to work each other's midriffs seek a point of weakness. Cyn was not one to let grass grow under her feet so she launched a creatively devastating attack; hooking one of Pauline's arms then crashing her elbow down upon Pauline's collarbone. “Oh you “‘F()@%!in' B!%@# !” Faltering to one knee Pauline tried to concentrate passed the pain but before she could recoup mentally or physically Cyn drove her thumb into Pauline's right nostril then delivered a swift knee to the other side of Pauline's already battle contorted face. Blood sprung from Pauline's wide mouth sufficient to stain Cyn's shorts as well a Pauline's teeth and lips.

Normally this would be the beginning of the end for most fighters but we are talking about Pauline. Astonishingly Pauline launched a combination of hand strikes that traveled from Cyn's V to her abdomen and her tits. Culminating the voyage of agony with a blinding palm strike to the bottom of Cyn's nose driving her backward and loosening her grip. We were impressed to say the least even Ms. Veronique broke her ref's politesse and commented; “Dayuumm!”

However impressed we were we had not seen anything yet; we fully expected to take advantage and press the battle so-to-speak but what came next was magnificent! Pauline's three-inch heels performed a standing dropkick puncturing Cyn's mellon sized breasts and knocking her five feet backwards. Cyn was out of breath and out of luck because the ghetto fabulous vixen was on a roll; Pauline jumped again sommersualted onto Cyn's chest butt first taking all the brown beauty's air supply. Waisting no time Pauline took full advantage of her Schoolgirl Press” and comenced dropping her elbows on Cyn's lovely face and head. Cyn's but effective response was even more remakable; instead of panic she address this overwhelming onslaught with swift and subtile poise.

Cyn slipped her feet underneath Paulines arms and then tightly about her waist and while Pauline was in mid swing Cyn turned her body taking Pauline with her and freeing her own arms to block and strike once more. Now thatCyn's powerful legs were back into play the tussle for dominance became quite exciting with entined female muscle and massive glutei aflex. The grappling ended with the blade of Cyn's right foot park at Pauline's throat and the heel of her left crushing Pauline's pelvic area. Hands not idle Pauline's Tres and left tit were in Cyn's clutches securing the choke hold and the proponderance of pain. Pauline tried desperately to free herself with all her limbs but Cyn's lock was fuled with vitreal. Cyn was growling like a pitbull dog while Pauline only made the squeeking noise of a balloon being slowly deflated, it was over.and frankly Cyn was tying to kill her; we all recognized this so the moment Trechelle saw only the whites of Pauline's eyes she grabbed Cyn ordering her to break the holds; “Let her go Darlin', you're supposed to be a college student not an inmate.” Cyn released Pauline form the combination hold except the hair for by it she dragged the club fighter to the feet of her mentor a nd dropped her as she promised. Mekeba and cyn looked deep into each other's eye and nodded then Cyn mounted Pauline, ripped away her hose and carved in Pauline's right butt cheek

“ Cyn Was here “

The Aftermath

Normally that would have been the end of the story but Cyn's “reaction force” was not complete. The next week Cyn's girls took her out for a victory lunchen; two and a half hours at her favorite resturant. The eat, they drank the sang but when they got back only Cyn's extended lunch was approved so Mekeba fired them all. This was the completion of Ms. Cynthia Parker's “Actioni contrariam semper et æqualem esse reactionem”

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