I've put the story on Onenote, freely available here,
https://1drv.ms/o/s!AqJy1U8mqwvskWlDmrjBPh_YSdBx
It's an action girl story so I won't submit it here. I am submitting an extract to give an impression of the story, which is more than girls fighting, though there's plenty of that! A bit like Charlie's Angels, other than that the bad guys are bad girls, and my heroines violently teach them the error of their ways, so lots of curvy cuties get kicked in the crotch, busty babes are bashed in the boobs, flirty females get a fist in the face, sexy stunna's get stomped in the stomach, and so on a similar manner. And a few jokes. In time I'll be illustrating the tale one pic included today. Here's the extract, where Serena, the boss of the girl crooks, learns that somebody is interfering with her dastardly capers. It's free to read and you don't need a Onenote account to do so.
Introducing Serena Serena smiled as she left, and strolled to the lift, when her phone rang. A text from Lorraine, one of Serena's associates, saying that they must talk, in person, immediately, the last word being in capitals. She replied to say she was on her way, and got a taxi to the other woman's apartment.
"What's up?" Serena asked, as she sat down in the main room of Lorraine's home.
"Want a drink Serena? You may need it."
Noticing the anxiety in Lorraine's voice, Serena was silent briefly before answering. "Whisky, straight." Lorraine handed her the drink, then rested against the edge of a desk. She was an attractive woman, like Serena about thirty, with long blond hair, and was clad in a white blouse and grey jeans. "Remember the Moscow job?" Serena nodded. "How we were hired to lift a pile of antique jewels from a museum, and we sent three of our girls to carry it out?"
"Any problems?"
"Not initially," Lorraine continued, "the museum boss was entranced by the girls, and they got compromising video of him indulging his lust. Even better, Susan told him they could marry if he had the means to keep her like she'd like to be kept. He believed her, and boasted of how he'd looted the museums government grant, and had a small fortune stashed away. Susan was recording his words, and when he was presented with the evidence of how he could be disgraced by his infidelity and would face prison for theft, he readily agreed to turn off the museums security measures one night, and the girls would go in and grab the jewels. He'd then tell the cops some gangsters had threatened to kill his family, unless he let them pinch the jewels. Whether the cops believed him wouldn't concern us. What concerns us is what happened after the girls left the museum."
Serena had finished the whisky by now. "So what happened next Lori?"
"They left by a side door, into an alley, it was the middle of the night. At this point they were confronted by a young woman, who took the jewels off them."
"How?" Serena's voice was raised, "Was this girl armed?"
"No." Lorraine picked up a piece of paper from the desk. "This is state of our girls now." She read from the paper. "Isabel, dislocated elbow and broken jaw. Tracy, broken cheekbone and internal injuries from a blow to the stomach, nasty but at least not life threatening. Susan a broken nose and severe vaginal injuries from a kick in the crotch."
"Kicked in the crotch!" Serena gasped, and in unconscious movement put a hand, as if in protection, to the front of her skirt. On regaining her composure, Serena asked if they knew anything about this woman who'd robbed them.
"We've got a description, obviously, and the girls said she spoke with an English accent. And that she fights like a demon, which I think is obvious."
Serena stood, and poured herself another glass of whisky. "Let's take it one point at a time. She could be intending to sell the jewels, I suggest we contact everyone we know in the underworld to alert us if they hear anything." When Lorraine said she'd already done that, Serena continued. "Good, but I don't think it likely that she's intending to sell them. Think about it, how did she find out about us? The guy at the museum hiring her perhaps? Not very likely, how many people know where to find a woman who can fight like she can. More likely our communication encryption was broken, which suggests a government agency. If she's British, then probably we're dealing with their security forces."
Lorraine nodded in agreement. "That's what I think, and if that's the case we've got a big problem."
"Maybe. But if our theory about her is right, than Britain's security agency would never allow themselves to be associated with somebody operating like she is. She's on her own. And I've got an idea of how we can maybe exploit that, but for now we need to arm all our girls. We get some guns, pronto!"
"Well," mused Lorraine, "none of us would stand a chance in a fist fight with this woman, but we've never used guns before, some of the girls may not like it."
"When they hear what she did to three girls that'll convince them they need to be armed. And Susan, " Serena laughed, "will take great pleasure in shooting this bitch. She might have forgiven the broken nose, but not the injury to the part of her anatomy that's her most frequent source of fun, she'll be cross!"
