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Biker Chick's 30th Birthday Bashing

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Biker Chick's 30th Birthday Bashing
« on: April 28, 2020, 06:41:53 AM »
 :P  A few years back, I dated this woman who invited me to her younger sister’s 30th birthday party. The woman had blonde hair as did her sister, who worked as a stripper at a local club in town. The sister’s name was Denise and she was about 5’4” and 110 pounds.
   Denise, like most biker chicks, wore tight jeans to her party and a sleeveless top. It was mid-May and the party took place in someone’s back yard. Unfortunately, the party was also held on a weeknight and people had to go to work or school the next day.
   Denise liked to drink and was pretty tipsy about ten o’clock, but so were many of the guests. That’s why no one noticed this tall, hefty girl who entered the yard through the gate about 10:15 p.m. I happened to be talking to Sharon, Denise’s sister, while enjoying a beer, when I saw Denise say, “Hey!” and walk toward the girl.
   Denise staggered a bit as she approached the girl, who we later found out was an 18-year-old high school girl who had exams the next day. She had come over to ask people to turn the music down. Her parents were out of town.
   I excused myself from my conversation and walked over to the line of bushes that formed the entryway into the yard. At least fifteen feet of the entryway was blocked by the bushes. Denise was just now confronting the girl who was at least 6’3” and 300 pounds.
   “What the f*ck do you want, bitch?” said Denise.
    “I want you and your biker friends to turn the damn music down, that’s what I want.”
   “Well, it ain’t going to happen. It’s my 30th birthday today and I’m partying.”
   “Look, bitch,” said the girl. “I have exams tomorrow and need to get some sleep. Turn the music down or I’m going to call the cops.”
   The girl turned to walk away, but Denise grabbed her arm. Her can of beer fell out of her hand and landed on the grass.
   The girl turned toward Denise and said, “Get your hand off my arm or I’m going to break it.”
   “F*ck you, you fat bitch. It’s my birthday.”
   “I don’t give a f*ck whose birthday it is.”  She jerked her arm loose.
   Most slim biker chicks wouldn’t mess with a girl that big. They know they’d get killed in a fight. Denise, however, being drunk and all, didn’t have any of those inhibitions. She marched forward and shoved the girl. And when she didn’t budge the girl, she arced a punch toward her jaw.
   The girl was very athletic and was probably a girl jock—perhaps a shot putter or softball player. She easily blocked Denise’s punch and countered by smashing Denise in the eye with a haymaker. The blow knocked Denise on her ass.
   “You f*ckin bitch,” shouted Denise, as she stood and charged the girl. The girl used the woman’s momentum against her, grabbing her hair and slamming her face into the wooden fence. The girl then grabbed the back of Denise’s head and slammed her into the fence again.
   In the glow of the spotlight, I saw blood on the fence as the girl pulled Denise away from it and threw her on the ground.
   This time when Denise stood up, I could see that her eye was severely blackened. She charged the girl and started slapping at her arms. “No one does that to me on my birthday,” she shouted.
   A couple quick blows from the girl rocked Denise’s head and had her staggering. Blood now poured from her nose and mouth.
   This time when Denise charged, the girl hiked her leg up and caught Denise between the legs in the crotch. The girl then grabbed the back of her head and pulled her toward her massive chest, engulfing her in a bearhug that had the biker chick groaning.
   A crowd had now formed along the entryway where the fight, or I should say massacre, was taking place. Sharon yelled at the girl as she pounded and walloped her sister, but no one else intervened.  However, like Denise, Sharon was slim and wanted no part of the girl.
   The teen now had Denise on her knees as she gripped the back of her hair.
   “Beg, you skinny little bitch and I’ll let you go.” Denise widened her mouth and grimaced in agony.
   “No!” shouted Denise.  The girl dragged Denise several about eight feet on her knees and yanked harder on her hair. Denise screamed and then whimpered.
   “I’ll break your little neck” the girl said.
   The huge teen kicked Denise in the back with a thud.
   “Uhhhh!”
   The girl bent down, slapped her thick arm around Denise’s neck and started choking her. Denise’s eyes widened as she flailed her arms.  The girl then picked the biker chick up under her arms and drove her knee into her back.
   Denise moaned as the girl held her up under her arms, which were now limp as two dead fish.  Denise’s head lolled as blood poured down her neck and shirt.
     "Here's the deal, you skinny little cxnt. I want to hear you say y ou give up and I'll let you go."
     Denise tried to raise her head but couldn't. She coughed out a weak, "I give."
     "What did you say, biker bitch. I didn't hear you."
     The second "I give" was even weaker.
     "Well, I guess you want to continue with the beating," said the teen.
    "She said she gives up," I said.
The girl ignored me, though I know she heard Denise say she gave up. She was just vicious as hell. She promptly delivered a final brutal blow to Denise’s back with her knee, then dropped the hapless and unconscious woman to the ground. Denise landed spread-eagled on her back--the toes of her boots pointed outward.
       "Happy f*cking birthday,you  little cxnt."
   I finally told the girl to leave.
   “Turn the music down or I’m calling the cops.”
   “And I’ll call them on you for beating this poor woman.”
   “She f*ckin deserved it. She's nothing but trash.”
   I knew high school girls were ruthless today, but a girl that size could’ve killed Denise. Fortunately, Denise survived the contusions and broken nose and is still partying up a storm. A year later she fought a chick on spring break. Perhaps I’ll relay some details from that fight.

Bikeman
   
   
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