Part 1 -
These two biker chicks named Brooke and Tricia were delivering drugs to a school in the ghetto after dark. They parked their car at the front of the school and saw a note on the door that said, ?Meet us in the back.? They had no idea to whom they were selling and delivering the drugs, but they had no choice. The bikers wanted the job done or else their lives were at stake.
The two biker chicks, who were clad in tight jeans and boots, walked around the high school to the last door before the enclosed fence. They then stepped on a short sidewalk and looked around. Both of them were very nervous as they knew they were in a bad area. Brooke walked up to the metal door, paused a second and knocked. No one answered. She knocked a second time.
Ten seconds later, the door opened. At first, Brooke couldn?t see anyone because the inside light was so dim. Then she spotted a tall black girl near the wall behind the door. She hesitated a second with Trisha at her heels.
?Well, you comin? in or not?? said the girl. She was probably one of the students. Brooke stepped into the room, followed by Trisha. The girl then led them around the corner. That?s when Brooke realized they were in the girl?s locker room, which was a bit more illuminated than the entryway.
?Who are you?? said Brooke.
The girl turned around. She was at least six-feet tall. She eyed Brooke, then looked above her head. When Brooke turned around, she saw three other black girls standing behind Trisha. They had obviously been following them the past minute. Two were short and heavyset. The other girl, who was of mixed race but predominate Afro- American features, was about six-six and as wide as a barn door. The girl must?ve weighed at least four hundred fifty pounds. She glared at Brooke as she looked down at her. Brooke?s throat churned. Trisha grabbed a hold of her shoulder and took a step back. Her throat also churned.
?Who are you people?? said Brooke.
?You people,? said the tall, fat girl. ?That?s not very polite, coming in here and insulting our race.?
?That?s not what I meant.?
?Then what did you mean?? said the girl, as she approached Brooke. Trisha didn?t say a word. She moved back a couple more steps as the girl stopped three feet from them.
?Look, I have the drugs in my purse. Just pay me the money, I?ll give you the stuff and we?ll leave.?
The fat girl scanned both women from coif to boots, then looked over at the thinner tall girl.
?What do you think, Latisha, should we pay these white Buffy-ass hos and let ?em go??
?Nah.?
?What?? cried Brooke.
?I say we have us some fun first.?
Brooke?s heart starting racing. Trisha?s face paled. She looked sick.
?Relax, little biker chick,? said the huge girl, as she placed her meaty paw on Brooke?s shoulder. Her moon-size face beamed. Fat from her chest and stomach bobbled as she chuckled. ?I?m just jiving you. Come on in and stay awhile.?
?No, we have to go,? said Brooke.
?Stay awhile,? the girl said?this time in a deeper tone that sent chills up Brooke?s spine. ?I insist.?
?We?ll stay,? said Trisha, holding her hands out. ?For a little while anyway.? Brooke glanced at her friend, then back at the girl.
?That?s the spirit. Take a load off. Have a seat on the bench over there and I?ll get the money.? The girl raised her large arm and pointed to a bench between some lockers. ?I?m Rosie by the way. Rosie Thacker.?
?Brooke Rosenberger. And this is my friend Trisha Vest.?
?Good names for a couple white biker chicks,? said the girl.
?We?re not really biker chicks,? said Brooke.
?Tight blue jeans. This one here?s wearing a Harley shirt.? She pointed at Trisha. Her friend?s throat churned. ?You certainly dress the part.?
?We date bikers but aren?t really . . . oh whatever,? said Brooke. ?We?re biker chicks, I guess.?
?Yes, you are,? said Rosie. ?Take a seat and I?ll be right back. Sorry the accommodations aren?t any better. School?s out now and the janitor, who?s my uncle, let us lock up. We?ve been shooting some hoops in the gym.?
?You also have one out back, I saw,? said Brooke. She smiled, feeling a bit more relaxed.
?That we do,? said Rosie. She waddled out of the room, barely fitting through the doorway.
The other girls moved closer to the women, but didn?t say anything.
?So, what are you girls, seniors?? said Trisha.
?We all just graduated,? said the tall girl. "We're all eighteen.? Tricia glanced over at the doorway, then looked at Brooke. ?How ?bout you two??
?Our ages??
?Yeah.?
?I?m twenty-nine,? said Brooke, ?and Trisha?s a year younger.?
?I see,? said Latisha. ?So, you?re old in other words.?
?That?s right.? Brooke chuckled, as she sat down on the long wooden bench.
Trisha glanced at the two heavy girls as she straddled the narrow bench, still facing the tall girl. ?What are your names?? said Trisha.
?None of your business,? one said.
?Oh,? said Trisha. ?I guess it isn?t.?
?No, it ain?t, Harley bitch.?
?Oh, the shirt.? Trisha looked down and swiped the front of her shirt with her long nails. The heavy girls rolled their eyes.
Brooke glanced over at the two girls.
?What are you looking at, bitch?? the same girl said. Brooke turned her head and stared through the doorway that Rosie had exited. It looked like it led to an exit on the far right and into a hallway. She saw a faint tint of red light in the distance.
No one said anything for several minutes. Brook finally broke the silence.
?What?s taking Rosie so long??
?Dunno,? Latisha said. ?But you need to relax.?
?I?m just trying to make conversation.?
?Well, I?m not interested in making conversation with two white biker whores who sell drugs to kids.?
?We don?t sell drugs,? said Brooke. She stood up.
?Sit your ass back down.? Brooke didn?t listen to her. She placed her hands on her hips and just stared at the girl.
?Oh, so you wanna go, white bitch?? said the girl. ?I?ll level you right now with one swing. And Tiny over there will just squash your friend there like a gnat.?
?We?re not looking for a fight,? said Brooke. ?I just want to get out of here.?
Trisha stood up as one of the two girls walked toward the back door. Latisha eyed the girl as she stopped, turned around and nodded.
?What the hell?s going on here?? said Tricia, as she approached the tall girl.
?Come on, bitch. Bring it!? She raised her fists. That?s when Rosie walked back in the room.
?Hey, what?s going on, Latisha?? said Rosie, as she waddled toward Trisha. Brooke stood a few feet behind her. Trisha backed up and almost stepped on her left boot.
?These two bitches want to fight,? she said. She smirked as Rosie looked at Trisha and then Brooke.
?Is that true??
?No,? said Brooke. ?We just need to get going.? Rosie approached her. Brooke took a step back.
?I thought I told you to relax until I got the money.?
?I was . . .?
?Look here, Rosie Thatcher, or whatever your name is,? said Trisha, as she approached the girl. She then pointed at her. ?You need to just give us the money and we?ll leave. It?s that simple.?
?Is that right?? said Rosie. She looked down at Trisha and chuckled.
?Yeah,? said Trisha, nodding her head. Brooke saw her throat churn, and she knew Rosie saw it.
Rosie smirked. ?My name?s Thacker, bitch, and I don?t like your tone.?
?Too bad,? said Trisha.
?Come on, Trisha,? said Brooke. ?Settle down.?
?I?m just tired of this shit. These girls never had any intention of paying us. They?re up to something.? Brooke looked at Rosie. The behemoth glanced above Brooke?s head at the two girls behind her, then smirked again.
?I am a little short on cash,? she said, widening her eyes.
?Yeah, I bet,? said Trisha.
?I?m getting a little sick of you, skinny bitch,? said Rosie, as she stepped toward Trisha.
?Screw you, fatso.?
?Wooooo,? one of the shorter girls whispered. ?You?re gonna be sorry you said that bitch.?
?Okay, that?s it.? Rosie gritted her teeth.
?Hey, I?m an adult and demand some respect,? shouted Trisha. ?Give us the money and we?ll give you the . . .?
Brooke was stunned as she watched Trisha rant. She couldn?t believe she had gone off like she had. She was normally more laid back. But before she could say anything?and before Trisha completed her sentence?Rosie?s thick hand plopped down on her head with a thunk. The girl then grabbed a tuft of Trisha?s long blonde hair and pulled her toward her.
Trisha, now bent at the waist, slapped at the girl?s huge arms. But Rosie just laughed?a guffaw that sent shivers coursing through Brooke. Rosie then grabbed Trisha?s arms, swung her around and slammed her into one of the lockers.
?Uhhhhhhh!?
?Stop,? shouted Brooke, but Latisha grabbed her shoulders from behind and clutched them. Brooke couldn?t move.
Trisha stepped away from one of the lockers and staggered forward. Her mouth hung open. Rosie grabbed her arm and shirt, flung her around and slammed her into a locker on the other side of the aisle. In a flash, she slammed her against the locker on the opposite side again.
Trisha?s eyes rolled up in her head. Her forehead was bleeding from hitting one of the vents on the top row of lockers. This time, Trisha, now glassy-eyed and slack-jawed, staggered toward Brooke.
?Please stop!? shouted Brooke, as she tried to free herself from the tall girl?s grasp. She then stomped on the girl?s foot. Brooke charged forward.
The girl let out a yelp about the same time Rosie?s fist connected with Trisha?s jaw. Trisha flew eight feet across the room near the entryway wall. She just lay there on her stomach as the girl near the door moved toward her. The other one approached Trisha, then Latisha grabbed Brooke from behind as Rosie approached her. The tall girl applied a hammer lock on Brooke, then reached around and grabbed her by the front of the neck.
?No, this one?s mine,? said Rosie, as she grabbed Brooke?s belt buckle. ?You get the other bitch. Give her the royal treatment. You other two go with Latisha.?
?But . . .?
?Now!? shouted Rosie.
Brooke watched in horror as the two shorter girls picked Trisha up. Rosie held onto Brooke?s right arm. Trisha gasped for air as the girls held her arms behind her. A huge black and blue welt was pasted below her right eye. Her Harley shirt was hiked up above her belt buckle and Levi?s, exposing her thin waistline and pierced bellybutton.
?Get her ass out of here,? said Rosie. ?I?ll be back in five minutes.?
The heavy girls smirked as they dragged Trisha toward Latisha. The tall girl then grabbed Trisha?s elbow and marched her forward.
Part 2 -
Brooke leaned against the outside wall. Rosie opened the door, pulled Brooke in front of her and shoved her inside. Brooke almost fell down but regained her balance. She walked straight ahead past the entryway, her tiny ass cheeks oscillating in the tight jeans.
?Where is she??
?Check a couple aisles over.?
Brooke walked alongside a couple rows of lockers. When she turned to her left about fifteen feet farther down, she saw Trisha lying face down. She was straddling a bench lengthwise with her arms hanging over the edges, her pink-polished fingernails touching the floor. Her hair was sopping wet. The three girls were standing around her. Latisha had her back to the rest room doorway.
?Is she out?? said Rosie.
?Not yet,? said Latisha. ?We just worked her over good for you. She also had a little run-in with the toilet.?
?A little dunking, hey,? said Rosie. She chuckled. Rosie tottered over and tapped Trisha on the back. ?You awake there, biker bitch?? Trisha didn?t move. ?I?m talking to you.? She saw the slight bulge in the right back pocket of Trisha?s dark blue Levi?s, so she reached inside it and pulled out a thin wallet.
She checked inside the wallet and pulled out a three twenties and a couple tens. She pocketed the money, then tossed the wallet on the floor.
?Does she have a cell phone??
?I got it,? said Latisha.
?Good,? said Rosie. She slapped the back of Tricia?s wet head. ?Time to get up, bitch.?
Trisha moaned and turned her head. Water poured from her mouth and landed on the floor.
?Hey, don?t mess up our locker room,? shouted Rosie. ?You think getting your head dunked in a toilet was bad? Wait till I put you through phase two.? Rosie grabbed Trisha by the back of her hair. The woman screamed.
?What are you doing?? said Brooke.
?Latisha, shut that bitch up,? said Rosie. Latisha walked over and grabbed Brooke?s arm, then engulfed her in a rear chokehold. Brooke gagged. She couldn?t fight back. And she was suddenly scared to death.
Rosie pulled Trisha to her feet. Trisha staggered and whimpered as Rosie held onto her hair. Rosie shoved her into the wall near the shower. She then looked back at Brooke. Latisha had her knee against Brooke?s ass and was bending her body backward. Brooke just stared at Rosie as she spoke.
?I want you see firsthand what happens to white biker chicks that show up at my school, because you won?t see what I do to you.? She turned to face Trisha, who was leaning against the wall with her legs spread. She looked ready to pass out.
Rosie waited a couple seconds. She then cocked her arm back and punched Trisha in the mouth. Brooke grimaced. Latisha tightened her grip.
Trisha?s head flew back against the wall with a thud. Blood trickled down both sides of her mouth. A second punch slammed into her lips again. Then a third mashed her nose. Blood now covered her mouth and chin. The wall was the only thing holding her up.
Cussssssshh! A backhand crashed into Trisha?s temple and knocked her to the floor. She was sprawled on her stomach trying to crawl away, when Rosie walked over and stomped down on her ass.
?Oooooo,? cried Trisha, as she rolled to her back, holding her right hip. Blood poured down her cheeks and dripped to the floor.
?Please stop,? cried Brooke. ?You?re going to kill her.?
?You skinny biker hos would never make it down here in the hood. The high school and middle school girl?s would make mincemeat out of you.?
Rosie picked Trisha up. She then hunkered her large frame down and socked her in the gut. The blow echoed throughout the locker room. Trisha?s head fell forward. Rosie hooked her elbow around the back of her neck, tightened her grip and started punching Trisha in the face. She popped her six times. A wet mushy sound accompanied the last couple blows. Rosie then pulled Trisha?s head up and slammed her into the wall again.
?Uhhhhhh!?
?No skinny white biker chick ever disrespects me, you hear??
Trisha held her hands out for a second in defense, then they flung back against the wall; her face and neck were now covered with blood.
?I can?t hear you, bitch.?
Trisha gasped for air. She couldn?t speak.
?I guess that?s a no.? Rosie leaned forward, palmed Trisha?s face with her large hand and slammed the back of her head against the wall. She then reached down, picked her up between the legs and hoisted her over her head.
?Please, let her go,? cried Brooke. ?Please.?
Rosie chuckled as she held the slim biker chick over her head. Brooke saw an evil glare in her eye just before she lowered Trisha down and slammed her knee into her gut. Trisha plopped to the floor like a dead fish.
?Take this piece of shit outside. I?ll be back to finish her off in a little while,? said Rosie.
?Why don?t you let us, do it?? said Latisha.
?I?m sorry. Did she call you fatso, or was I just hearing things??
?No, she did. And I understand,? said Latisha.
?Good, I?m glad we got that straight,? said Rosie. ?Take a couple swings at her if you want, but leave her conscious for me. I want to put her through phase three.?
?No!? Brooke tried to fight herself loose from Latisha?s chokehold, but couldn?t. Rosie teetered toward her as Trisha lay on the floor face-down. A pool of blood started forming on the tiles near her nose and mouth. The huge girl looked down at the biker chick and just laughed.
"Herskinny ass is mine as soon as I get back inside."
Brooke stomped down on Latisha?s foot again, sending the girl into a screaming frenzy. But just as she got loose and looked up, Rosie?s fist slammed into her jaw and knocked her out.
To be continued, depending on interest. Sorry for the format disaster. The quotes didn't transfer right.
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