Nadja twisted and strained against the two young men who were locked onto her arms
and dragging her deeper into the bush. She fought like a wildcat, snarling, scratching and
biting, but they were too strong for her. The struggling group reached a small clearing
that was obscured from the highway and probably far enough away that her screams would not
be heard over the rumbling cars and trucks. They held her there and Nadja took advantage
of the lull to get her breath back and rebuild her strength. She was not finished fighting
yet.
      Nor was she surprised when Blue Jay sauntered up with two more of his gang. As he
looked at Nadja with a broad grin of satisfaction, he adjusted the growing bulge in his
Dockers. “Well, well, look who’s here!  Nadja Billings, the Snow Queen herself.” He
stroked her waist-long black hair. “It was nice of you to come to our little get together,
Bitch. Our get to know each other better,” he amended with a smirk, making his intentions
clear. He reached out and squeezed her left breast under her thin white cotton blouse.
“It’s time to uncover these goodies. Do you want to do it yourself, or should we help you,
Slut?”
      Nadja laughed in his face. “Is that why you brought your army with you, Creep?
You’re not man enough to do the job yourself, are you?” she taunted and watched the colour
change on his face to crimson. She was referring to an incident about a year ago when she
scored a hit on his nose that sent him on his back. She always wondered if that had just
been a lucky hit. Well, she was going to find out now. This was a showdown that had been
brewing between them for months. Up to now she had managed to dodge him, but now there was
no way to back out.
      “I’ll tell you what, Creep,” she said. “If you can put me down on my back, I’ll let
you and your goons fuck me all you want. But if I put you down, you’ll tuck your tail
between your legs and crawl home. Is that fair?” She was scared to death, but she didn’t
feel she was giving anything away. If they all ganged up on her, which was plainly their
intention, she would be fucked all night anyway, and more than likely with sundry damage.
      Blue Jay’s gang liked the idea of a contest. What they really liked was Nadja
submissively spreading her legs for them. Every boy in the neighbourhood had the hots for
Nadja. 
      There was no way for Blue Jay to wiggle out of the challenge. He grinned
confidently. “Okay Bitch, you want to fight man to man, right?”
      “Right.”
      “Then strip to the waist,” he growled, taking off his shirt and tossing it aside.
He fixed her with a challenging grin. The boys, who had formed a circle around the
contestants, clapped and cheered, and waited for Nadja to strip.
      She admitted to herself that he had scored on her. It would be a humiliation for
her to let them see her breasts naked, but on the other hand if events did not go well
they would be looking at all of her naked. She gritted her teeth and pulled off her blouse
and bra. This was greeted with a chorus of pleasure from the boys. It was embarrassing to
have these louts gawking at her, but what else could she do? She felt the cool evening air
creeping around her naked flesh. 
      “What a pair!” Blue Jay gawked, grinning his appreciation. He reached out to fondle
her but she slapped his hand away. 
      “If you want a feel, you have to earn it,” she snarled.
      “Okay, Bitch.” He sounded confident as he angled around her. Suddenly, before she
had really started, his fist snaked out and caught her directly on her left breast with a
loud whap. She saw him watching her breast judder and bounce. The blow had really hurt.
Even her legs echoed the pain and seemed to lose some of their elasticity. Blue Jay knew
he had hurt her and danced away, grinning, fists feinting another punch.
      In size they were closely enough matched. He was a shade over six feet and she was
half a dozen inches shorter than six feet, but at 190 pounds he far overshadowed her 120.
She knew if she tried to box him she didn’t have a hope. Her card was jujitsu, a defensive
form of Japanese wrestling which used the opponent’s superior size and weight against him.

      Meanwhile Jay went on shuffling and dodging around her while she waited for the
right moment. She had parried all but one of his thrusts up to now and even scored a few
hits of her own using the edge of her hand. His nose was bleeding and one eye squinted at
her painfully. He kept glaring at her breasts and she expected that was where he would
strike again. 
      Suddenly his right fist shot out with all his force directly for her other breast.
It was so fast she didn’t actually see it, just sensed it subconsciously barrelling
towards her. She reached out with her left hand to parry the thrust and found her fingers
wrapped around his forearm. She immediately took advantage of his position. Using his
momentum she jerked his arm past her and pushed it away. It left him standing on one leg,
off balance, and for a split second helpless. She stepped in front of him and locked a
hand on his arm to twist him around with her back turned to him. She wrapped her right arm
around his waist, gathered his forward momentum to roll him onwards onto her back as she
leaned down, his legs rose into the air and kicked uselessly, then she shrugged him off
her back. He thumped onto the ground where he landed with a crash on his side and lay
winded. She held him down with her foot on his neck. 
      “Are you down, boy?” she inquired, wanting him to admit his defeat.
      “Okay,” he muttered. His gang members moaned disappointment as he climbed to his
feet. He glared at her, then turned and stalked away. 
      Nadja grinned happily as she buttoned up her blouse and threaded her way out of the
bush. She had been lucky again, and she felt Jay had been sufficiently humiliated that he
would not be back anytime soon.
      A couple of years earlier they had been casual friends. Jay had a couple of guys
who hung out with him. They graduated from high school the same year. That was when he
turned to crime. It started with selling crack, then loan sharking, a crime that local
cops ignored. His boys were not reticent about resorting to violence, so Jay and his
little gang gradually became feared. Jay grew more and more confident that he could do
whatever he wanted in the South East Portland neighbourhood. When a girl named Megan Hill
got too far into debt to him by missing payments on the weekly interest, he forced her to
prostitute herself to pay back her loans. Nadja was certain that Blue Jay was paying
certain cops to look the other way. It was rumoured that two other girls were paying off
their debts in a nearby city.
      Nadja was a practical girl. She could accept young females from Eastern Europe
working the streets—hookers kept a lot of heat off neighbourhood girls--but she was
outraged when she heard that one of them was a local. She and three of her girlfriends,
idly swinging baseball bats, visited Jay and talked to him about Megan. When they promised
to pay off her debt, he reluctantly relented and allowed Megan to leave.  He also agreed,
after a lot of heated argument, not to use local girls in his business. The episode had
been a humiliation for Blue Jay and had raised Nadja’s standing in the neighbourhood to
guardian angel. From that day Jay had nursed a grudge against Nadja but he had avoided
another confrontation with her. 
      Megan, on the other hand, was so grateful that she followed her benefactress
everywhere, eager to serve her in any way. Megan was not a bright girl and she was
grateful to have someone to follow, to make decisions for her. She was a hot blond who
unwittingly attracted boys to her like flies to honey. The guys saw her vulnerable
submissiveness. Two other girls joined Nadja and Megan and they all set up housekeeping in
Nadja’s four-bedroom house that she inherited from her parents. It had a view of the
Willamette River through the port cranes. Nadja had a fairly good job as a Six-to-Twelve
Shop manager. Bunny Logan was a clerk in a porn store and Allisia Stevens was a waitress
in a neighbourhood bar and grille where the waitresses worked topless. Megan did the
housework. By combining their wages and tips, they lived quite well. They were four
gorgeous girls whose main problem was keeping all but select boys out of their beds. 
      That evening, as usual on Thursdays, they had supper together, just the four
friends--there were no guests on Thursdays. Nadja told them about her adventure with Blue
Jay and warned everybody to be watchful for repercussions, although she didn’t really
expect trouble. They watched the 11 p.m. news and all went to their separate beds.