Hi all! The picture below shows a crime fighting heroine named Petal (she’s the one in blue) dealing with some crooks, female crooks, as you’ve no doubt noticed. Petal is an expert in every martial art that’s ever been invented and needs to be as she takes on a gang of criminal women who are intent on demonstrating that when it comes to criminal capers the female is deadlier than the male! And these female felons, dastardly damsels, wicked women, and lawless ladies are ruthless! But they don’t stand a chance against Petal and her friends Popsi and Pepsi, the trio that are the Maidens of Mayhem, who, with high kicks, low kicks and bone breaking holds give the bad girls a painful lesson! And tell a few jokes too. The tale of how the bad girls are thwarted, with 58 colour illustrations of these beautiful lady crooks getting their just deserts is here, They call her Petal and an extract can be seen here, Serena, lady crook extraordinaire
Here is a sequel to 'They call her Petal' that I will update from time to time. Titled 'Petal vs Molly's Girls' it begins here.
Petal vs Molly's Girls
1. Jenny
The task of getting dressed after a shower is a mundane activity that would not normally occupy the mind of Jenny, but today she was selective regarding her choice of underwear, choosing an alluring set of bra and panties, even though no others would be appreciating them tonight. She was excited, and though it was not of a sexual nature, the excitement she felt could be explained in no other way. Her life had changed in the last year, making her feel powerful and sexy in a manner she could never have imagined before, when she was studying IT at college. The subject bored her, only the potential income attracted her, until a woman named Molly had entered her life. At the time Jenny was a slightly shy woman, twenty one years old, and engrossed in her study’s, with little social life, till the day she met Molly, who was about ten years older than her, and a member of a rock climbing club that Jenny had joined, which was where they met. It had flattered Jenny that this woman, who was beautiful, intelligent and so very confident took an interest in her. Molly had charm, people responded positively to her.
“When I saw you rock climbing I noticed that you’re very athletic,” Molly had once remarked.
“I try to keep fit. I did gymnastics as a kid, but as I grew up I became,” Jenny giggled, “to curvy for it.”
Molly smiled and invited her new friend to join her for a drink that evening. “It’s with some mates of mine, a girls night out.” So Jenny joined her that evening, met her friends, enjoyed herself, as she did several times more in their company. Molly took her to bars, restaurants and night clubs that were very chic, with prices Jenny couldn’t afford, but her friend always paid. She was grateful, even though a little embarrassed by Molly’s generosity, a matter the older woman remarked on one evening. “How’d you like,” Molly added, “to have the money to dine here, because you can.” It was just the two of them that evening, dining in one of the most expensive eateries in town, and Jenny couldn’t immediately think of an answer, eventually muttering, “How?”
The answer stunned her. “Crime.” Molly paused, to let what she’d said fully register with Jenny, then continued. “From billionaires and big corporations. Often the money we acquire was obtained by criminal or at least unethical means. We don't rob from the poor.”
“Why tell me? I could tell the police about you?”
Molly laughed. “You won’t, I know you well enough. It wouldn’t matter if you did, the cops could search my house, they’d find nothing. And I have investments that will convince any prying eyes that my money is legit. But I’ve no doubts about you Jenny. You like the excitement of living well, and I’m not suggesting you rob the poor, only those who can afford to lose money, and often got it by not very nice means.”
Jenny joined Molly’s company, as the latter called it, and one year later she’d assisted in two robbery’s, a six figure sum being her share of the proceeds, which had paid for the sumptuous flat she now called home. And, as Molly had said, it was exciting! Jenny had been approached because she physically fit, and an experienced climber untroubled by heights, which was vital in the matter of the third job she was to partake in. It entailed climbing to the top of a multi-storey office block to gain access, and climbing was Jenny’s forte. The excitement she felt at the prospect was heightened, inflamed even, by the attire she needed to wear. The robbery would be at night, so Jenny’s clothing would be entirely black, and tight, so there was no risk of entanglement with the ropes used in ascending the building. Jenny dressed in front of a full length mirror, looking into it as she pulled the trousers up her legs. The material was soft, sensual, and how it clung to her! As did the top, so every curve in her young body was vividly apparent. She admired herself in the mirror, and thought, whimsically, that this would be a good outfit for a date, then rubbed her hands down the sides of her trouser clad legs. It felt good, and so did she!
This caper had concerned Jenny when she was first told of it by Molly, as the item they intended to acquire was a collection of priceless jewellery that a late, and evidently wealthy woman, had bequeathed to charity, but after being assured that it would be insured she agreed to take part. On the day in question she met with three other woman, each one clad in the same all black attire as Jenny, the four of them travelling by car to their target, parking the vehicle a few street from where the robbery was planned to take place. It was 2.a.m. and at the heart of London’s financial district, the streets, as normal at that time, were deserted, so the four women were not seen by anyone as they made their way to a space between the building they intended to enter and the structure behind it, where they were completely concealed. In command was Carla, a tall, willowy lady in her mid-thirties, with long black hair, the curls of which were emphasised by very expensive sessions in a hair salon. Jenny was in awe of her, this woman of great beauty, who had the poise of a fashion model, was intelligent, educated and very sure of herself. Jenny would make the ascent to the building’s roof, where they’d make entry, accompanied by a girl of just nineteen named Tracy. The latter’s face was pretty, her brown hair tied in a pony tail, her appearance pert and cherubic, but Tracy was an accomplished thief, and like Jenny, a capable athlete who had no fear of heights. Fourth member of the team was Cheryl, a woman in her mid-twenties whose curves rivalled those of Jenny, with long blonds hair adorning her head, her role being an extra hand should one be needed. All went well. Jenny and Tracy reached the roof by means of a cable that was fired upward by a hydraulic mechanism, a suction pad at the cables end securing it to the top of the building. They gained entry via a rooftop window, finding, as Molly had assured them, that the alarm system was switched off. Once inside the vault containing the jewellery was opened with a laser gun, and back down to the ground they went.
Carla congratulated her colleagues. “Well done ladies!”
“There’s a sophisticated lock on it,” Jenny mentioned as she handed Carla the case in which the jewellery was contained, “we’ll remove that back at base. It may have an alarm, or squirt ink if we force it.”
Carla could see that Jenny and Tracy were aglow with excitement. “I’m glad you two were here. I used to do the climbing, but I’m a little to mature now. And Cheryl, you’ve been left out of things, so how about you drive us home?” The other woman nodded, and Jenny reflected on Carla’s talent for leadership, how she made an order sound like a request. These women were the people she wanted to be with, this was the life she wanted, one in which she was important, that was exciting, and she had lots of money. Unfortunately, matters were about to change.
“Hi.” The speaker was a woman, in her mid-twenties, about five feet seven, attired in dark blue jeans, white blouse and grey waist coat. Arriving at the rear of the building the four women had robbed by the same route as them, she blocked their exit. “That case of jewels, if you don’t mind I’ll take it, as it doesn’t belong to you.”
Jenny was tense. She and the other girls were briefly to surprised by this woman’s arrival to speak, with Carla being the first to react. “Who are you?” She asked the newcomer.
“They call me Petal.”
“What are we going to do?” Cheryl asked, her voice showing her anxiety. Carla, with a wave of her hand indicated she should be quiet, and asked Jenny to look around the corner from which Petal had arrived from to see if any others were there. The answer was that there was nobody, so a more relaxed Carla put her hands on her hips and spoke to Petal again. “Let me guess, you want a share of the spoils, or maybe all of them, or you’ll blab to the cops. Right?”
“No. I intend to return the jewels to their rightful owner.”
“You must be mad!” Smirked Carla. “I take it you’ve got a grasp of basic arithmetic, and assuming so, you’ll see you’re out numbered four to one. Now here’s my proposal. You tell us how you found out about our caper and we’ll refrain from beating your face in.”
“Really ladies you don’t want to try that,” Petal replied with a sigh, “honestly, you’ll regret it.”
There was a few seconds silence, Carla and Petal staring intently at each other. Jenny was anxious, for though she and her friends had the advantage of numbers, the confrontation frightened her. She’d never been in a fight before, and the prospect scared her. Not so Carla, who glancing at Tracy, who stood beside her, calmly stated, “get her.” Petal stood her ground as the two women approached, noting that Jenny and Cheryl were advancing behind her more hesitantly, so she tackled Carla first. She swung herself round in a circle that ended when her upraised foot slammed into her opponents belly, a little below the waist. It was a perfectly executed act of violence, that drove the heel of Petal’s foot deep into the other woman’s innards’, bringing a loud gasping cry of agony from Carla. As she bent forward Petal took hold of the fingers of Carla’s left hand, bending them painfully backward, grabbed the upper part of the arm and brought her knee up hard against the outside of the elbow, which snapped with a sickening crack! Screaming hysterically, the stricken woman fell to the ground, the lower part of her arm bent at a crazily unnatural angle. The other girls were frozen with shock, none more so than Tracy, who was less than a metre away from the brutal event. Wide eyed and open mouthed she stared at her injured friend, till, that is, she too was screaming in pain. That she was stationary meant that Petal was able to deliver the sort of kick that in demonstrations of her martial skills she’d break planks of wood with, but on this occasion the target was between Tracy’s legs, so the damage was appalling!
“Right in the crotch!” Jenny gasped in horror, and in an unconscious movement placed her hands protectively over the lower part of her body. Meanwhile the screaming Tracy clutched at her wounded womanhood, and would have sunk to the ground, had not Petal sent her sprawling with a kick to the face that didn’t merely break her nose but shattered it into a dozen or more pieces of broken bone. Tracy writhed on the floor, almost delirious, as a small river of blood flowed from the wound to her face and her groin was filled with fearful pain.
There were tears in Jenny’s eyes brought about by the fear she felt as Petal approached. She’d never seen such skilful and devastating violence. Glancing at Cheryl Jenny saw that she was white faced with fear, each of them dreading what this woman would do to them. In an instinctive reaction, Jenny put her hands forward as Petal neared, then brought them back as she remembered that Carla had suffered a broken arm. The thought of a kick in her crotch, as Tracy had suffered, appalled Jenny even more, but she was spared that indignity, as Petal’s first blow was a side kick into Jenny’s belly, which, though not as bad as an assault on her womanhood was nevertheless extremely painful, making her cry out as she doubled up. Cheryl aimed a kick at Petal, though with no confidence, for she was as frightened as Jenny, and after avoiding the blow Petal buried a fist in the blonde’s solar plexus, causing the recipients mouth to open to its widest as air was expelled from her lungs. The next blow was a roundhouse kick that dumped Cheryl on the ground, unable to scream, though the pain was severe, as her jaw was both broken and dislocated, while Jenny had dropped to her knees, both her hands on her agony filled belly, hoping that her assailant would accept that she was beaten and do no more, but alas that was not to be the case. After taking hold of Jenny’s hair Petal forced the girls head downward to meet her knee coming up, the consequence being that the poor girl found she was tasting blood while the shattered remnants of her front teeth were scattered inside her mouth. While a sobbing Jenny was spitting out fragments of her teeth Petal picked up the case of jewels then looked at the four battered women.
“Did warn you.”
To be continued.