“See you girls, have a good weekend.” I waved goodbye at the factory gate. It was Friday, work had gone well, hell, even the factory manager had come to congratulate us on surpassing our target. I’d told him it was easier if the machinery worked, He had smiled and hell- he had agreed with me. I knew he was just palming me off, that he gave the credit to that new supervisor- Gillian Thay, and yeah, she had some good points, she didn’t mind getting her hands dirty helping us out, she even worked back when there was a problem and she was always first to work in the morning. Yes, work was good.
And I’d had a few texts from Will, I wasn’t sure where we stood, I just knew he wanted me to knuckle down and do as he said, to obey the biker rules, in short to be a real bitch on back as the bikers called their girls. He had just about said as much. Sure he said he wanted me, he even said he loved me, but it was on his terms. And I didnt know that I could keep those terms – I was not a bitch on back; hanging onto his coat tails –riding on the bike was bad enough, living like that was not for me.No I'm no guy's bitch.
I knew he had seen my last ring fight, the one only a couple of weeks before when I had beaten Davidson, I had seen him in the audience. He had been with that piece of fluff Kristy Moore. I just knew he took her there to make me jealous. I’d seen her for a few seconds after the fight; she was trembling, I’d just have had to breathe on her and she’d have fallen over. I was sure Will knew Kristy was a weakling too, and I just knew Will didnt like weaklings. What did Will see in her, a cheap fuck, the only one he could get his hands on? Yeah probably. And what did that say about Will?
"And what does it say about you, you're so hot for him?" my dark side dug at me. I told it get stuffed, that it was Will we were discussing. And it was Will who could only find a cheap weak fuck like Kristy.
What I didn’t know was whether Will had heard about my fight with Nicole Daniels; I knew he had been away in Duluth last week when I’d fought, but had he heard? And if he had heard, what did he think? There was one way to find out. I was going to the bar.
I pushed the door open, the wind caught it, it banged loudly. People turned and looked. I couldn’t have planned it better. I saw Will on a bar stool talking to some men. At least he wasnt talking to some girls.
I saw Kristy Moore standing a foot or so away from a pillar; her back turned to the pillar. I just knew she was a wimp; I just knew I could have some fun; and for once my dark side didn’t murmur. Ignoring Will, I walked over to her, my eyes blazing. “Hello, did you enjoy your night at the Stadium?” I said icily.
“Yes, I did,” she gulped, ‘You fight hard. You had a good win.”
“Did the bitch really think she would make me back off by flattery?” I muttered to myself and, raising my voice, I continued, “Yes, I did, she fights for money, just like I do, I beat her. I just know you wouldn’t stand a minute in the ring with her. Now learn from it.’
“Err what do you mean?” Kristy was nervous, confused.
“Why don’t you think before you speak? It’s better to keep silent and be thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.” I’d learnt that from one of the managers at work, he had carpeted me a while back about some trivial thing. He got me confused, then let go with that comment. I’d remembered it.
"Hey, that’s not fair.”
“No and I’m not fair either, I fight, you can’t. Nothing fair about that. Stay out of my way girl!”
“But, you came over to” Kristy never finished that sentence. I grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off her feet and shoving her against the pillar. Her feet kicked impotently a couple of inches above the ground. She tried to hit me, she succeeded but her little slaps did nothing. I tightened my grip on her throat. She gasped, “You’re choking me!”
“So?” I tightened my grip further, I’d found her windpipe and was squeezing it hard. I couldn’t keep holding her off the ground with just one hand for very long, but I didn’t have to. A minute at the most and she’d turn blue. She slapped my face again and again. I slammed my other fist in her belly. She groaned; she would have collapsed if I had let her go. I kept my grip for a moment longer. “So?” I repeated, “Poor little Kristy is being choked. Big bad Jenn should let her go!”
I did so. She dropped to her knees, she was almost crying. “Don’t go near my guy again!” I hissed. I turned on my heel and strode to the bar. “Kristy Moore is buying me a beer, gimme a Bud.” Foe once I was having a real beer, I always drank diet beer but not this time. I was having a real beer. A real beer for a real bitch.
The barman sxxxxxxxed, he poured me a beer. I walked off to where Deb was sitting almost under a mirror in which I saw Will and Joe. They were smiling broadly and looking my way. I just knew Will was impressed, he liked tough women. I chatted with Deb for a few minutes, breaking my conversation to glare at Kristy Moore, I jerked my thumb and pointed to the bar. Shamefaced, she stood up, walked to the bar and paid for my drink. “While you are there you can buy Deb and me another drink.”
Kristy reddened but did as I told her. She brought them over. “Good girl” I said.
I looked up in the mirror again and again I saw Joe and Will, this time they must have caught me looking, Joe nudged Will, Will raised his glass as if toasting me. I turned, raised my glass in reply. Will smiled.
A little while later I went to the bathroom. As I walked out again I heard someone say, “She’s a real bitch tonight.”
I spun round to face where the voice was coming from. I half smiled, Robyn Eyre was fire truck red. "I so hope you weren’t talking about me.” I hissed closing the distance between us.
“Err, no, err, um”
"Admit it, you were, you wouldn’t be so flustered if you weren’t. You just didn’t expect me to hear.” I prodded Robyn’s tummy.
She spluttered something, halfway between a groan and a whimper, nothing like a word.
“Did you?”I prodded her tummy again, harder. Robyn trembled.“Telling tales out of school! You’re a bad girl.” I sxxxxxxxed, this was such fun! She was one of Kristy Moores’ friends- I’d seen them chatting; she was was shit scared. Better still she had cheered that bitch Daniels on when she fought me; she was a gossip and I just knew she would have told the most exageratted version stories of that fight to anyone who would listen. And I was just sure she wouldn’t fight herself. “Lost your tongue have you?” I jabbed her tummy hard, my fingers sunk in.
Robyn squealed, “Stop it, please.”
“Answer my question! You didnt expect me to hear you did you?” I jabbed her again, my other hand snaked forward and grabbed at her breast. I squeezed it hard through her bra.
“No, no I didn’t; I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Please let me go”
I punched her hard in the tummy. She doubled up. “Yeah you’re sorry now, just keep out of my way next time!” I was almost disappointed that she had given way. Part of me wanted to beat the crap out of her and for more reasons than just she was friendly with Kristy Moore and Daniels; lots more- she was a sexy blonde, she was a coward, she was a bitch and she deserved it. But most of all- and here I was saying what I knew my inner voice would say- I was a bully, and I just knew how much satisfaction I’d get from beating the crap out of a coward like Robyn Eyre. It would be an easy guaranteed win for me. But then again, just making her back down and cringe was great fun too, and I’d hardly lifted a finger.
I walked to the bar- the quickest way was right past where Will and Joe were. I sauntered past. Will grabbed me round the waist. He pulled me close, hugged and kissed me. “She’s right, you a real bitch! A tough, mean, redneck, pushy, nasty, sexy, badass bitch.” He bent forward kissed me again, our tongues dueled till he broke the kiss, and whispered “And a hot noisy fuck too.”
He knew I just loved it when he talked dirty to me. "Later Will"
"Is that a promise Jenn?" I almost glowed at that, he wanted me back.
"And you'll go crawling to him, you'll do anything for his cock!" The dark side had returned, it had been too much to expect it to stay away for the whole evening. I hated admitting it, but it was right, I was so hungry for a fuck.away. The dark side didn't have to tell me that.
And to make it worse, as the dark side knew, it was more than just being hungry for a fuck. Everyone gets that way now and then. But, and the dark side laughed at me as it said it, I need his cock to make me a real woman. Without it I I was fat, plain, stupid, a kid from the poor Chicago burbs who stammered. Still ,I shrugged my shoulders; if other women didn't like me they would fear me. But whatever they would not ignore me. And nor would Will, not while he saw me winning.
I drunk some of my beer. The night had gone sour, it had been good till the dark side got to me. I shrugged my shoulders again, I could make the night better again, I could have Will wanting me so bad. I knew, I just knew he was hungry for me, even if he had some other slut, no one was like me. He said that no one fought and fucked like me. Some might fight, some might fuck but the combination- that was me. and that was what Will wanted.
I looked around. Kristy and Robyn were in a little huddle with Kym Waters- an older woman, perhaps 30 and about my build, solid and strong but not as overweight as me. It hadn't taken me long to find that most of the women liked and respected her; they looked on her as a sort of big sister. Just then I just knew they were talking about me, Kim was comforting them, telling them they were ok, the sort of thing I do for Cassie when she is feeling down. strong; I didn't want that, I didn't want Kristy chatting with Will, she was a hot blonde, so much better looking than me; I didn't want Robyn Eyre spreading rumours about me, or worse still telling everyone about that fight with Daniels; and I just knew they would if Kym Waters kept on comforting them, telling them not to worry about me.
I stood up and walked over. "Talking about me?" I demanded, my eyes glaring at Kym.
"Eavesdroppers never hear good things about themselves." She met my stare coolly. "I was talking to my friends, nothing for you to worry about."
"It is my business if you were talking about me."I clenched my fists.
"They say ' a cat can look at a queen' I guess I can talk about you.". The bitch was still so cool, so calm; my blood boiled, I knew my face was red.
"Not if you are gossiping. Stop it now."
"And if I were gossiping, what are you going to do to make me stop?" Kym stood up; she stretched; the bitch was ready for a fight. There was no way I could back off now, I'd lose all the cred I'd built up that night; Will would laugh, no worse than that Will wouldn't want me, he wouldn't want people to think his girl had backed down. I just knew I could say good bye to him if I did or rather, he would say good bye to me.
"I'll make you stop!" I hissed.
"Oh yeah, make me!" She stepped towards me, we stood with less than an inch between our boobs. "You don't scare me, bully girl!” She put her hands on my shoulders and shoved hard.
I was ready for it, in fact I just knew she would try that. I braced myself and slapped my hands on her shoulders, thrusting back against her push. Kym soon realised she was getting nowhere, in fact I was winning, she had to step back, she let go of my shoulders- stepping back quickly to avoid my continued shove- and slapped my face hard, stepping to the side.. I almost fell forward,-I had been pushing so hard- and suddenly there was nothing to shove. I staggered, Kim grabbed my hair in her left hand and punched me hard just below my bust with her right. I groaned, the punch told! I tried to break free, she kept her hand in my hair and sent another equally damaging punch. I sent one back, aiming for her mid section. Kym stepped further sideways; at least she let go of my hair.
We stood up, I lunged forward, trying to catch her in a bear hug; she slipped away, again she pounded my belly; again I groaned. I almost doubled up. She gloated, “You’re for it bully girl. Arrgh!” As I was rising, I jabbed my elbow into her side. It hit the soft flesh just below her ribcage. She hissed, stepped back and straight into a punch right to her belly. She groaned. I’d anticipated her, she had sidestepped once too often. I followed it with a second punch, aimed at the same spot that my elbow hit. She parried that, her arm jolting my arm up and to the side. She didn’t parry my other fist- that hit hard in her side. She backed off. I kept the pressure on, following her, trying to hit her body repeatedly. Some punches got through. More didn’t, Kym was ducking, weaving, doing everything to stop my blows. Those –perhaps six or seven, solid hard blows each sent with my weight behind it - that got through punished her, she faltered, she stumbled, she groaned as I pummeled her belly and ribs. I smirked, I just knew I was wearing her down, she was just defending. She gasped as another punch broke through her defence, slamming just below her bust line.
“Oh fuck!” I groaned, the bitch had kneed me in the tummy. I staggered back clutching my belly. Kym came on, landing blow after blow- slaps, punches and even a few kicks as I backed away. I hit a pillar, I couldn’t retreat. I couldn’t regroup either; she was right in my face. I lurched forward, trying to wrap my arms round her in a bear hug.. She dodged.
We broke apart.I was breathing hard, Kym looked fresh, untouched. Damnit the bitch had to be tired, but she hissed at me, “met your match bully bitch?” She closed.
“Get her Kym” Robyn Eyre cheered her friend, her protector on.
I’d have given so much to have some support, some girl who really liked me; not someone like Cassie or Chelle who just wanted someone to look after them. And my dark side told me how unfair that was. But I didn’t have time to listen to it, not when Kym slapped her arms round my waist , trying to wrestle me to the floor. I shoved back, snaking my foot behind hers, she stumbled; we crashed to the floor together. I rolled, getting to my knees before Kym. I grappled with her, my hands round her neck as she got up, I tried to force her back down. She met me, pushing forward. I shuffled to the side, still holding her round the neck. Suddenly I had a winning move! I squeezed her throat, choking her. She gasped. She slammed her elbows into my side. I hung on. She clawed at my boobs then at my throat, I let go quickly, fearing she’d punch my windpipe. I shoved her, slamming my body into hers as I dropped the headlock. She fell to the floor. I tried to roll her onto her back, I was almost there when she pounded her knee into my belly. I dropped back, almost winded.
We got to our feet, both breathing hard, trying to recover. Silently we closed on each other. She grabbed at me, I think she wanted to hip toss me. Instead, I shoved my knee into her tummy; I’d used her own trick. She groaned, letting go I closed, body slamming her backwards. She staggered, I punched at her tummy, and again! She retreated, her arms up trying to defend. Silly bitch, I kept low, landing several punches before she defended properly.
Then for what seemed an age but was less than a minute we traded punches. Both were too tired, too angry to defend again, we just let rip with the blows. I just knew I had the advantage, I was heavier, more seasoned, my blows hit harder. She gasped as each hit home. She staggered and broke away. Yet again I closed, seizing her by the waist, again I shoved hard, tripping her up with my foot. She wailed, grabbed at my arm and again we fell to the floor.
I groaned, I had fallen badly, I’d hurt a rib, probably I’d strained my back- if I’d been at work I’d have been treated with some heat rub, laid down for a while but in the bar there was no such luxury. I had to go on. She was up on her knees before me. I tried to grab her, she pushed my hands aside. She began to straddle me, I bucked and rolled, stopping her. My back burned with pain as I got to my feet. Kym was up first, closing in on me. Desperately I slammed my head into her tummy. She groaned, she stumbled, I grabbed her sides and rammed my head in again. She crumpled to her knees, I had winded her! Amazed, I slammed my knee up catching her just below her chin. Kym sobbed in pain as I forced her down. Now it was me who straddled her. I pulled her head up and slammed it back onto the floor. “No, no more” she wailed. “I give!”
I stood up, I slammed my foot into her belly. “Slut!” I hissed and turned to Robyn Eyre.That weak bitch turned white. “Where is your friend now?” I sneered. I slapped Robyn’s face. And again, I punched her in the gut. She groaned. I punched her chin. She staggered, she stumbled, she sank to her knees, I kicked her belly, she clutched her tummy. “I’m going to do you slut!”
Robyn groaned, I pulled her up by the hair and slammed my knee into her tummy again. “Stop, stop please stop” she sobbed, tears coursing down her cheeks. I let go of her hair, took careful aim and sent my fist straight into her chin. She sank to the floor, out cold. I stepped aside, I’d finished her off. She deserved it. Like I thought; it had been an easy guaranteed win.
I turned, there was Will, he kissed me, deeply, his tongue plunging in and out of my mouth. He groped my ass. “I’m going to take you home and fuck your brains out!” he said, loud enough for the room to hear. And he did.
The dark side tried to have the last word, “Is this- fighting and fucking- all you want in life?”
“No but it’s enough for the moment” I replied as Will took me for the fourth time that night.
