Phoebe Holiday settled in her chair and spread the advertising proposal out on her desk. She and her team had done a spectacular job to come up with an ad campaign she was sure their client would accept. All she had to do was sell it to them. Which would not be a problem for the highly intelligent twenty four year old beauty. Because Phoebe knew the advertising game very well. She was a natural when it came to pleasing her clients. When they gave her the chance to prove herself that is. Some clients were harder to convince because she was so beautiful. They would take one look at her flowing blond hair and bright blue eyes and automatically assume she wasn't capable of being intelligent. But she would quickly change their minds if they allowed her the opportunity. A gorgeous female working in a mans world was sometimes a tough cross to bear. But Phoebe was up to the challenge.

However there was one area of expertise she needed to work on to keep her clients happy. That was her golf game. For some reason she couldn't fathom, nearly every client who walked through the door was an avid golfer. Phoebe was very athletic and kept her body extremely fit. But tennis was the sport she excelled in during her College years. So she never spent much time playing golf. A fact which one of her co workers would constantly use as ammunition to degrade her in their clients eyes. But she expected tactics like that from Leon Gates because he was a complete asshole. He was very good at exploiting a persons weakness to obtain his goal. Leon saw himself as the whiz kid of the advertising world. According to him, every client who hired the agency should be his account to handle. Unfortunately he was a very good golfer. But Phoebe had been taking lessons for six months and her game was tremendously improving.

Henry Filmore was the President and CEO of the largest chain of auto part stores in the country. He had numerous stores in thirty five of the fifty states. For years he was the leading distributor of auto parts to the consumers. Out selling his nearest competitor by a huge margin. But things had drastically changed for Henry Filmore and he wasn't happy. In the past year his competitor surpassed him in sales due to the dazzling ad campaign they were running on network television. Henry despised coming in second and vowed to do something about it. Fortunately for him, his College fraternity brother owned the most successful Advertising Agency in the world. So Henry got on the phone and scheduled a business lunch with the man to fix his problem. His fraternity brother was delighted to help. He immediately called the office and put his two top teams on the job. One of them would surely come up with an ad campaign that Henry would like.

Leon saw this as an excellent opportunity to shine in the bosses eyes. He put his people to work and propped his feet up on the desk while he laid back in his chair. He was confident they would come up with a brilliant campaign. Then as usual, he would present it to the client as his idea and graciously accept the praise. Phoebe on the other hand worked long hours with her team to come up with something special. If the client accepted their proposal, she would give her team equal credit for a job well done. The two teams were told to present their ideas by Friday. So they feverishly worked like dogs to meet the deadline. But there was a problem when Henry looked over their proposals. He loved both ideas and couldn't make up his mind which one to choose. When Henry ran into a quandary like this, there was only one way to settle it in his mind. He always did his best thinking while on the golf course. So he suggested they play eighteen holes so he could make a final decision.

A huge smile appeared on Leon's handsome face when Henry mentioned golf. It was the perfect way for him to score some points and land the Filmore account. Phoebe's pitiful game against his golfing prowess made it a no contest. Unfortunately for Leon, his well laid plans didn't work out like he had hoped. Phoebe used her new found skills from the lessons she learned and shot a superb round of golf. When the scores were tallied up, Leon was in shock when he found out Phoebe shot a 79 to his 80. Filmore was so impressed by her golfing skills he decided to choose Phoebe's proposal. So she got the account. Then a week later, Leon's life really turned to shit. The head of the advertising department had decided to retire in a month so he and his wife could travel. The two candidates being considered for the promotion were Phoebe and Leon.

Something had to be done. Being forced to work under Phoebe would be the final dagger in his heart. He couldn't allow that to happen. Somehow he had to discredit the bitch in the eyes of the company. Or permanently get rid of her in some way. But how could he accomplish that. He knew people saw him as an opportunistic prick who took advantage of others to get ahead. He didn't care because he knew that's exactly what he was. But he certainly wasn't a killer. So what was the answer to his problem. Then he suddenly got a bright idea. If Phoebe unexpectedly got mugged and raped, she would be traumatised for life and be unable to function. It was the perfect solution to his problem. But he couldn't trust anyone else to handle the situation. His future depended on it. So he would have to do it himself to make sure her life was completely destroyed. It was the only way.

Leon staked out Phoebe's apartment for the next three weeks and followed her routine. He noticed she would exercise by swimming in the pool for an hour every Friday night. Regardless of the time she got home. She was always alone because everyone in the apartment complex was out enjoying their weekend. So it would be the perfect place for him to strike. Although there wasn't any cover for him to use until he sprung his trap. He had to come up with a devious plan so he could get near without Phoebe becoming suspicious. Then it dawned on him. Phoebe probably didn't know everyone who lived in the building. If he was to wear swimming trunks and have a towel around his shoulders, she would simply think he was another tenant who wanted to use the pool. It was always late evening and the pool wasn't well lit because of soft lighting. She wouldn't notice the ski mask covering his face if he kept his hands near his head. It should work. Next Friday your life changes forever you bitch. He said to himself as he smiled and drove off.

Leon felt his well devised plan was a masterpiece. He would be head of the advertising department and rid himself of that irritating bitch in one fell swoop. He was an absolute genius. But Leon had one huge problem with his plan that he wouldn't be expecting. Phoebe just happened to be a third degree black belt in Karate. She had taken lessons since she was eight years old and was an expert in self defense. Leon didn't see her as a threat because she was a mere 5 foot 2 inches tall and roughly 107 pounds. While he was 6 foot 2 and carried 206 pounds of well developed muscle. So Leon was in for a very painful surprise. He just didn't know it yet. But it wouldn't take Phoebe long to show him he fucked up big time by attacking her. And she was really going to enjoy herself while she took the stupid asshole apart.

Phoebe left the office a little after seven. Leon was wearing his swimming trunks under his suit pants, while the towel and ski mask was in the trunk of his car. He gave Phoebe enough time to go through her normal routine before showing up outside her apartment complex. As usual, Phoebe was the only one using the pool. He waited in his car until he saw her climb out of the pool and begin to dry off. He quickly popped the trunk and slipped the ski mask over his head. Then he draped the towel over his shoulders and walked towards the gate. Phoebe was gathering her things when he entered the pool area. Leon pulled the towel over the top of his head and held it there as he approached her. He saw Phoebe had noticed him coming in her direction. But because of the soft lighting she couldn't see him clearly and wasn't reacting like she was in danger. So everything was working out perfectly. Just as Leon was abreast of her, he tossed the towel aside and grabbed the unsuspecting female. Then his world was turned upside down.

Phoebe reacted instinctively when she felt the mans arms surround her feminine body. She hadn't had the chance to practice her Karate for over six months because of the long hours she was working. So she relished the idea of teaching some mugger a lesson while she painfully put him in his place. She raised her right leg and stomped her heel down on top of his foot. "STOMP!" "YEOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!" The man screamed in pain and instantly turned her loose while he hobbled around on one foot. Phoebe snapped her well toned leg forward and drove the heel of her foot into his chest with incredible power. "WHAM!.....SLAM!" The masked man left his feet and flew through the air before he slammed into the concrete and rolled. Phoebe placed her hands on her hips and smiled. "You picked on the wrong woman this time dumb shit. I'm going to give you a well deserved beating and cart your ass off to jail. Now get up." She ordered.

Her unexpected attack really surprised Leon. But he still figured there wasn't anything to worry about. He was a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier. So he was confident in his ability to handle her when he climbed to his feet. "That's my boy. Come and take your beating like a man. Even though we both know you're a coward for attacking what you thought was a defenseless woman." Phoebe told him as she took a fighting stance. Leon ignored her sarcastic mouth and leaped in like a man on a mission. Before he knew what happened, he was sailing head over heels after being thrown over her shoulder. "SLAM!" He hit the concrete again and rolled five feet before coming to a stop. He was covered with scratches, bleeding cuts, and nasty looking abrasions when he picked himself up. And his ass was sore from the hard landing. He raised his ham like fists and waded back in with anger spreading over his hidden face. Phoebe smiled and raised her own fists in the air to do battle.

Leon cut loose with a barrage of hard thrown punches. Phoebe swayed around them like a beautiful harem dancer and laughed at him. Leon continued to beat the air with his huge fists until he got frustrated over his inability to connect with a single punch. He couldn't catch up to her slender body because her graceful movements were like poetry in motion. Leon wanted to scream at the bitch and tell her to stand still. But he knew she would recognise his voice if he did. So he clamped his mouth shut and kept firing away. He finally had to stop and regroup because he was tiring himself out. When he did, Phoebe struck like a lunging cobra. "THUNK!" She drove her ridged fingers into his throat and temporarily shut off his breathing. While he was distracted, Phoebe snatched the ski mask off of his head. Leon was clutching his throat and gasping for breath. His face was cherry red and his eyes were bulged out. Phoebe completely surprised him when she ripped off his ski mask.

"GATES?" "Why would you attack me you no good son of a bitch?" She asked in surprise. Leon was unable to answer because of his slightly damaged throat. Phoebe didn't really care because it was merely a rhetorical question that just happened to pop out. "What ever your reason, you're going to be sorry as hell for attempting it by the time I'm finished with you." She said as she raised her left leg and snapped it out. "WHAM!..SLAM!" The sole of her foot crushed his lower chest and knocked him back against the wall. Leon bounced off and dropped to his hands and knees at her feet. Phoebe dragged him up by the hair and pounded his face and body. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" The last devastating punch was a solid right cross that sent Leon staggering to his right. Phoebe chased him down with fire in her beautiful blue eyes.

By the time Leon stopped his momentum, Phoebe was right in front of him. "THUNK!" She drove her knife like fingers into his belly button and struck a nerve that momentarily paralyzed her muscular adversary. While Leon stood there like a marble statue, Phoebe clobbered him on the chin with a pile driving right cross that nearly took his head off. "SMACK!" He toppled over sideways like a sawed off tree and hit the concrete hard. "SLAM!" Phoebe stood over him and chastised the moronic fool for coming up with this ridiculous plan. "I don't know what the hell you thought you was going to accomplish asshole. But you made the biggest mistake of your miserable life. I'm going to beat you like a rented mule for pulling this idiotic stunt. And laugh in your face when you start whimpering and begging. Now get your ass up." She commanded the dazed man at her feet.

Leon was groggy as hell when he made it to his feet. He wasn't sure where he was at or what was going on. But the pissed off blond haired warrior in front of him had no sympathy for his delirious condition. She executed an acrobatic front flip which perfectly landed her gorgeous legs over his broad shoulders. Phoebe locked her shapely ankles behind him and threw herself backwards until her hands touched the concrete below. Then she whipped her strong female legs and sent him flying. She gracefully landed on her feet while Leon came down on the hard concrete and tumbled out of control. "SLAM!..BOUNCE!..BOUNCE!..BOUNCE!" Phoebe casually sauntered over to him while he lie there moaning in pain.

Leon was coming around and had made it to his hands and knees by the time she reached him. Phoebe cupped his chin and jerked him up on his knees while she stepped behind and straddled his legs. Then she wrapped her arms around his throat and put the dazed man in a choke hold. Leon struggled with everything he had to break her grip. But the terrible beating he had taken so far had severely drained his manly strength. Phoebe laughed at his feeble efforts to free himself and continued to choke the poor man until he was nearly out cold. Then she turned him loose and watched as he flopped down on his battered face. While Leon lie there in a semi conscious state, Phoebe went back to grab her things. She smiled as she passed his prone body and used her keys to open the door of her apartment. After putting her things on the entryway table she swung the door wide open and went back for her delusional victim.

"OK wimp. Let's take our little tussle inside where we can have some privacy. We wouldn't want my nosy neighbors to call the law and spoil all the fun I'm having." She said as she hauled the groggy man to his feet. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Phoebe drove him back towards the open door with precision punches. When they were a few feet away, she delivered a powerful kick to his jaw and knocked Leon into her apartment. "WHAP!" He backpedalled out of control until he lost his balance and hit the floor. Phoebe entered the room and locked the door behind her. "Now we can continue your lesson without being interrupted. Doesn't that sound like fun asshole?" She asked with an evil grin. Leon didn't answer because he was busy shaking his head in an attempt to clear his vision.

"On your feet big boy. School is still in session." She said while nudging him with her foot. Leon slowly rose up from the floor. He was still a bit woozy and wobbling around on unsturdy legs. But he finally got it together and steadied himself. "The promotion to department head belongs to me bitch. I've put to much time and effort into this job to sit back and let you take it away from me. My plan was to rough you up and brutally rape you until you was nothing but a basket case. Then I would get the promotion while you would be scarred for life. It was supposed to go off without a hitch so you wouldn't recognise me. But you ruined that with your Kung Fu shit. Now I have to revise my plan and put you out of your misery. Because I won't go to jail over a fucking bitch like you. So say your prayers cunt. You're about to take your last breath on this earth." He threatened with conviction.

"That's pretty big talk for a man who's been knocked off of his feet numerous times in the last half an hour. So show me what you've got to back it up you pathetic loser." She challenged with a smile. Leon charged in and began throwing punches like a maniac. Everyone of his tremendous blows had disaster written all over them. Phoebe avoided them like the plague and taunted his futile attempts to damage her well developed body. "You keep missing me wimp. I'm getting embarrassed making you look like a fool. Now focus on your objective and concentrate real hard. Or you'll never succeed and miserably fail at this like you do everything else." Her fucking mouth was really getting on his nerves. Leon stepped up the pace and swung for the fences. But his accuracy didn't improve.

"Well for Christ sakes. Maybe what you need is a demonstration to improve your technique. Now watch and learn sissy boy. Let's see if you're smart enough to grasp the concept." "SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..CRACK!" A mind numbing right cross to his eye was followed by two solid shots to his mid section. Then a potent uppercut ripped into his chin and sent him stumbling back. Leon saw blue birds and canaries flying in a circle over his head when the explosive punch landed on his chin. While he stood there in a stupor and followed their flight path through his painful blurry eyes, his muscular body was suddenly in excruciating pain. "WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAP!..SLAM!" Phoebe pounded his stomach and chest with pile driving kicks. Then she planted the sole of her foot squarely in his face and crushed his nose. Leon came to a sudden stop when his back met the wall.

Phoebe landing a vicious right cross to begin a series of punches.

Phoebe was on him in a flash. She wound up like an ace relief pitcher and pulverised his six pack mid section. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" Leon looked like he was going to projectile vomit any second. Phoebe grabbed his right wrist and yanked him away from the wall. Then she savagely jerked his arm down and flipped his ass head over heels. "SLAM!" Leon was deliriously out of it when he hit the floor. But Phoebe wasn't through punishing him for threatening her life. She hauled him back to his feet and held his teetering body steady while she taunted his pathetic fighting ability. "You should have hired someone to do the job for you wimp. Because you clearly are not man enough to pull it off. My ten year old niece could put up a better fight then you have so far. But in your defense, she's a tough little tomboy and you're a pussy." "SMMMACK!" A powerful right cross dumped his sagging body on the sofa. Leon was sitting up and looked like he was resting comfortably. But he wouldn't be for long.

Phoebe demonstrated her acrobatic skills by springing into a hand stand. However the athletic maneuver was wasted on Leon. He was somewhere in LA LA land and unable to appreciate her amazing flexibility. After walking a few steps on her hands to get into position, Phoebe whipped her magnificent body towards him like a professional gymnast performing part of her floor routine. "WHHHAP!" Her left foot exploded on the side of his head and knocked him clean off of the sofa. Leon ended up sprawled out in the floor on his stomach and was barely conscious. Phoebe gracefully landed on her feet and strolled over to stand above him. A smile appeared on her lovely face as she looked down on his spreadeagled body. "You really are pathetic asshole. I'm not even getting a decent workout while I totally dismantle you. What a wimp."

Phoebe knocking him off of the sofa with an acrobatic kick.

Phoebe nudged his battered face with her bare foot until his droopy eyelids slowly opened. "On your feet weakling. It's time for the final curtain. Then you can take a nice long nap while I call the police. Now get your worthless ass up." She commanded. Leon just laid there and wallowed in self pity. Heavy tears were streaming out of his badly swollen eyes by the bucket full. His life was over. Ruined. Every one of his dreams about becoming a highly successful man in the business world had been completely shattered in the last hour. Now he was living in a frightful nightmare. And it was all happening because of a fucking female who was barely half his size. It wasn't fair. He was destined for greatness, not prison. It just wasn't right. He wished the fucking whore standing over him would curl up and die. But he couldn't be that lucky.

Phoebe could see he wasn't going to get up. He was lying there crying like a broken hearted child who hadn't gotten his way. And he was feeling extremely sorry for himself. She watched the transformation take place while he laid at her feet. His broad shoulders slumped down in despair when his tears come pouring out like a hard summer rain. She saw his muscular body shrivel up and die right in front of her eyes. Leon had abandoned all hope and accepted defeat. He was no longer a threat to her or anyone else. He was nothing more then a shell of the man who was strutting around the office that morning like he was someone important. Unfortunately for him, Phoebe felt no remorse. The son of a bitch deserved a terrible beating for his brazen scheme so she gave him one. It was as simple as that in her eyes and she wasn't done with him yet.

Phoebe dragged the sobbing man up on his feet. His muscular frame sagged in her grip, but she was easily able to control him. She looked him in the eyes and saw they were completely blank. And there was no emotion showing on his battered face at all. Leon had flat given up and accepted his fate. Phoebe roughly cupped his chin in her strong hand and stared him down. "If you expect any sympathy from me then you're even dumber then I thought. You attacked me at my home and attempted to do bodily harm. Then you threatened to kill me when that didn't work out the way you planned. So if you think I'm going to feel the least bit sorry for you you're sadly mistaken. Understand punk?" "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..CRRRACK!" Her solid female fists carved his face up until it was swollen way out of proportion. Then she finished him off with a dynamite uppercut to his wide open chin. Leon was sound asleep before he landed at her feet.

"Sweet dreams sissy boy. Tell Bubba and Spike I said hello when you wake up in jail and find them filling every hole you have with their huge dicks." She told his unconscious body while she laughed and walked off. Phoebe picked up the phone and dialed 911. But just as they answered, she had a thought which radically made her change her mind. She placed the phone back on it's cradle and hurried off to her bedroom. Then she approached Leon with a Polaroid camera in her hand and an evil grin on her beautiful face. "This is your lucky day loser I've decided not to send you to jail. Although I'm absolutely sure you're going to hate the alternative I've come up with even more. But that's your problem little man and not mine. Now let's wake you up so I can see the expression on your face when I give you the good news." She said with a smile.

Phoebe knelt down over his sleeping body and slapped him awake. "Wakey wakey weakling. Phoebe has a big surprise for you." Leon felt the awful pain as soon as he opened his eyes. His tortured body was covered with cuts, abrasions and large purple bruises and his mangled face was a rainbow of colors and swollen up as large as a watermelon. He was trying to focus his blurry eyes when he heard a click and then a whirl. He looked up and saw Phoebe holding a Polaroid camera and a picture. She was smiling like a Cheshire cat while she waited for the picture to develop. She quickly laid them aside and looked into his tear filled eyes while she leaned on his chest. The look on her smiling face had him worried to death. An uneasy feeling deep inside, told him he wasn't going to be happy with what she was about to say.

"I've decided not to turn you over to the law Gates. I have a different solution in mind that will punish you far better then jail time ever could. And the best part is, you'll have no choice but to agree with my decision. So here's the deal. Monday morning you will withdraw your name for the promotion because you feel the added pressure will be to much for you to handle. Then you will step down as leader of your group and nominate someone on your team to take your place. You will have to take a drastic cut in salary of course, but who cares. When I become head of the advertising department I'll put in a formal request to have you transferred to my office. You'll be more or less my personal slave while you're under my supervision. But that's the price you must pay for being stupid enough to pull this ridiculous stunt. And I'm going to enjoy making your life a living hell." She informed him.

Phoebe about to slap Leon awake and explain his fate.

Leon finally found his voice. "I REFUSE TO WORK UNDER YOU BITCH! I'LL QUIT MY JOB AND GO ELSEWHERE!" He emphatically told her. "Ahhh. Now comes the part where you have no choice." She said with a smile. "I'm going to take some very humiliating pictures of you with this lovely Polaroid camera. If you step out of line I'll show them to everyone in the office and all of your former clients. You'll be completely ruined in the advertising business and branded as a pervert. So you see, it's not simply your word against mine. I'll have photographic proof of your deviant behavior. You'll be lucky to get a job flipping burgers after I'm finished destroying your life so don't try my patience and keep your mouth shut. Understand bitch." She said with an I dare you challenge me look.

Leon tried to shove her off of him and escape but a couple of well placed Karate chops had him under her control. "WHACK!..WHACK!" Phoebe picked up the camera and slipped off her panties before mounting his barrel like chest. She pinned his muscular arms to the floor with her knees and planted her pussy in his battered face. Leon instantly began to squirm when his oxygen supply was shut off. Phoebe laughed at his pitiful struggles and snapped the pictures while she ground her pussy all over his face like she was marking her territory. "SNAP!..SNAP!..SNAP!" When he was about ready to pass out she let him breathe and changed positions. This time she faced the other direction and pinned his arms down with the soles of her feet flush against the sides of his head to keep it up straight. When he was breathing normally, she sat her gorgeous ass on his face and buried his nose deep in her crack. Phoebe took some more incriminating pictures while Leon thrashed around under her. "SNAP!..SNAP!..SNAP!"

Leon was barely conscious when Phoebe climbed off of him. She placed the camera on the end table and went back to help the groggy male to his feet. She helped support his weight while he clumsily stumbled over to the sofa. When she got him in position, Phoebe drilled the helpless man between the eyes with a potent right and knocked his ass out cold. "SMMMACK!" Leon was sleeping like a baby when he flopped down on the sofa. Phoebe went back to her bedroom and returned with her ten inch rubber dildo. There was a huge smile on her beautiful face while she staged the scene for his next humiliating performance. She fondled his dick until it was as stiff as a flag pole. Then she shoved the ten inch rubber dick down his throat and put his left hand around it before turning it on. The final touch was spreading the fingers of his right hand around his own hard dick. She grabbed the camera and smiled. "SNAP!"

Several times she changed the position of the dildo in his mouth and his right hand on his dick. Then she snapped the pictures. "SNAP!..SNAP!..SNAP!..SNAP!" Next, she placed him on his knees with his upper body lying on the sofa. She pushed the rubber dick up his ass and hooked his right hand over it so it wouldn't fall off. She turned the dildo back on and took five more pictures with the rubber dick and his hand in various positions. "SNAP!..SNAP!..SNAP!..SNAP!..SNAP!" Phoebe left Leon sleeping on his knees and checked the snapshots. She was satisfied they looked entirely realistic. Anyone seeing them would absolutely believe the perverted little bastard enjoyed sucking on the dildo and using it to fuck himself in the ass. She had the son of a bitch by the balls. And she wasn't going to stop squeezing for a long, long time.

Phoebe rolled Leon over and pinned him down to the sofa. Then she gently slapped him awake with gleeful anticipation. "I have some lovely pictures to show you sissy boy. So give me your undivided attention." Leon turned as white as a sheet while she gave him a slide show presentation. "What do you think wimp? Wouldn't you agree I'm an excellent photographer? I captured my subject from every conceivable angle with crystal clarity." Phoebe could visibly see the defiance in his eyes melt away. His spirit broke and his will snapped while he stared at the pictures with a horrifying look on his swollen face. He belonged to her now. She owned him lock, stock and barrel. He was putty in her hands to mould into what ever pleased her. The overwhelming feeling of raw power washing over her gorgeous body was intoxicating. Phoebe felt invincible in that moment and it took her over.

Phoebe strolled over and sat down in her easy chair. She looked at the beaten male who was now her slave and snapped her fingers. "Get your ass over here and kneel in front of me bitch." She commanded. Poor Leon obediently followed her order with his broad shoulders slumped down in defeat. Phoebe slipped her sleek legs over his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "Eat my pussy wimp. And I better be extremely satisfied and have multiple orgasms. Or I'll give you another senseless beating. Now get your tongue in there as far as it will go and start licking." Leon meekly lowered his head and began lapping like a faithful dog. Phoebe grabbed him by the hair and closed her beautiful blue eyes. Then she laid back and patiently waited for her climax to build. It wasn't long in coming. Leon turned out to be an expert pussy eater. Phoebe had seven delicious orgasms in about twenty minutes.

Completely satisfied and sexually spent, she kicked Leon to the floor at her feet. "Good boy. That was an excellent performance. I'm going to enjoy having you at my beck and call. Now gather up your things and get the hell out of my apartment. I'll see you bright and early Monday morning. And I would advise you not to be late. Now beat it." She ordered. Leon climbed to his feet and dejectedly stumbled to the door. Life as he knew it was over. He was now just a puppet who's strings were controlled by a domineering bitch who was drunk on power. And there was no way out of this horrible nightmare because of the embarrassing photos she had in her possession. The only way he could see to escape her clutches was to commit suicide. And he didn't have the balls to do it. He was sorrowfully crying again when he shuffled out the door to begin his miserable existence.