Part I
I knew this woman who used to work at a strip joint in town years ago. She used to hang out with the bikers and even dated a few. As you may know, the biker lifestyle can be very risky. Women associated with biker gangs are often subjected to the criminal way. They sell or do drops for drugs and usually don't know the buyers.
Every once in a while (and I tend to overdo these scenarios, I admit), the women are caught off guard by a one of the buyers. Some of these girls go to high school--eighteen years old in this case--and these girls can retaliate with the best of them. And as brutal and vicious as the girls are today, it's not surprising they often let the fattest and meanest girls in the school handle the dirty work, attacking these helpless strippers or biker chicks, beating their tight-jeaned asses with a vengeance.
In the case of this woman, Paula, she was targeted by a girl gang who had already beaten the crap out of several other biker chicks. One had even disappeared. And it's never even been determined whether she left or got killed by one of these brutes. Anyway, Paula was working at a bar as a stripper--but she also helped run things when the manager left early. Here's what happened one particular night after Paula, a gorgeous blonde who was 5'6" and 115 pounds, closed the bar . . .
Around one-thirty a.m., twenty-eight-year-old Paula finished working at the bar. She hopped into her white Corvette and headed home. Barb had asked her to close because she had come down with the flu several hours earlier. The owner was also out sick so it was up to Paula to hold down the fort the rest of the night. Paula had been the last one to leave the bar as she let a couple cocktail waitresses out and locked the door.
She turned onto the main road in the wake of the others and sped ahead. After about five minutes, someone started flashing their bright lights behind her. Paula thought they just wanted to pass her on the two-lane highway, so she lowered her window and waved the driver around. But instead of passing her, the truck clipped her back bumper which catapulted Paula?s body into her steering wheel. Her head then whipped back against the head rest.
?Son of a bitch! What the hell are you doing, you nut case??
The pickup struck her bumper again, so Paula floored the accelerator and built some distance between her car and her highway assailant. She smiled as she left the truck in her dust, gunning her engine and getting her speed up over ninety miles per hour. But her car. Her beautiful 2003 Corvette. Her heart sank. She had just waxed the thing. She was so particular about the car and now some dumb shit had just wrecked it up. ?Damn.?
Suddenly a large vehicle popped out of a cornfield on her left. It happened in a split second and she didn?t have time to react. The nut job rammed into the front driver?s side of her ?vette and sent her car spinning out of control, down a small embankment and into a large field of leftover snow. When the car finally stopped spinning and reeling, Paula was hunched over her console?the right side of her head lying against the passenger seat.
?Oh, God.? Her neck hurt and she had a severe headache. She tried to push herself up but flopped back down on the console. Her back was wrenched and the top of the console dug into her side.
The two vehicles stopped on the shoulder of the road above and both headlights remained on. A minute later, two figures descended the hill and headed toward the badly wrecked Corvette?with its cracked windshield and busted fiberglass.
Paula must?ve been out of it for a few minutes. She woke up and temporarily forgot where she was. Her inside lights glowed dimly as the car engine rumbled. She raised herself up and reached for the keys with her left hand, turning off the engine.
Seconds later, someone smashed in the driver?s side window, sending pieces of glass flying across both seats. A few pieces landed on her back and in her hair. Paula cringed and covered her head until the showering of glass dissipated. A hand then reached through the window, opened the door and grabbed her ankle.
?What the heck?? She tried to shake her foot free but was still on her side and didn?t have much room to kick.
Someone grabbed the back pocket of her jeans. She was then pulled from the car and slammed against it, knocking the door closed.
?How many times have I told you biker c*nts not to sell drugs at my school?? some fat girl named Alice shouted. She was huge and nearly a foot taller than the skinny blonde. Paula estimated she weighed 400 pounds. She held Paula by the throat with her fist cocked. The other girl stood behind her. Paula was scared to death. Her heart hammered furiously. ?You were warned, yet you still kept coming back. Then you and your friends trashed my truck, beat me up with a club and started stealing my business. I should?ve taken you out that night at the football game. But you were so pathetic, pissing in your pants and all.?
?Please,? said Paula, ready to piss her jeans with fear again. ?I?m really sorry about everything. I was not involved in trashing your truck. I didn?t want to hurt you. The other girls did that.?
?But you were there!? screamed Alice. She punched Paula in the gut and doubled her over. She then kneed her in the face, and a split second later as Paula?s head hiked back up, Alice backhanded her cheek and sent her sprawling on her stomach.
Paula lay on the ground as blood poured from her nose, mouth and left eyebrow. She started crying.
?I don?t feel sorry for you, bitch. You?re a drug dealing biker c*nt. And when you get involved in selling drugs, you gotta face the consequences.?
?You can?t do this to people.?
?I?m doing it, aren?t I, you pathetic little piece of sh*t When I?m finished with you, you?re not going to be so pretty.? Alice stepped on Paula?s left hand and unleashed all of her weight on it. The woman screamed. Paula felt several bones crack. Alice then stomped on her hand and mashed it again. Paula?s face dropped to the ground and she passed out.
Alice reached down and picked the woman up. She raised her up overhead and slammed her back-first against the top of her car, leaving the woman splayed across the dented hood of the trashed Corvette.
?Are you going to take her to the lake?? asked the other girl, the red-head who?d been in the girls? restroom that night at the football game.
?No, I have other plans for this pathetic little loser. Drag her ass over to my truck.?
?My pleasure.?
Part II - (Later the next afternoon. The woman was kidnapped by these girls in a rural area)
The slim Paula ran through the woods and wove between narrow spaces of the tall trees and brush. Her entire body ached. Her lungs burned. She was running east by her best estimate as the sun canted toward the Western twilight sky. She was freezing. She lost her leather jacket.
A million thoughts flitted through her mind, including how she?d defend herself against Alice and the other girls if they caught her. She stopped as she neared the big lake. She hunched over to catch her breath, leaning forward with her hands on the knees of her jeans.
?Oh, f*ck. I?m lost. What am I going to do?? She coughed cold air out of her lungs.
The girls had driven her several hours away and kept her locked in some room all day Friday. A girl named Claire had been there. She brought her a couple meals and gave her something to sleep. When she didn?t take the pill, Alice came in and forced it down her throat.
Paula hadn?t awakened until 3:00 p.m. today, where she found herself tied to a chair at the remote cabin. Moments ago, she wiggled out of the ropes after falling on the floor with the chair. She then ran out of the cabin toward the woods, but none of the girls chased her. She hadn?t seen them for hours.
Paula started thinking that the girls? absence was just a ruse. They were going to hunt her down. She could feel it.
She felt groggy and nauseated as she stared at the dense foliage in distance beyond the lake. The air was moist and cold. A stream of gray clouds streaked the sky. Several gusts of wind cuffed and chilled her.
Paula saw no way to cross the lake. The ice didn?t look frozen enough for her to walk on it. She headed back the opposite way toward the woods and tried to find a hiding place. Branches cracked beneath her cowboy boots. She stepped up onto higher ground and grasped a small sapling. She caught her breath.
?Oh, Paula,? someone said. The voice stunned her, even though she expected the girls to show up at some point. ?Come out, come out wherever you are.?
She recognized the booming contralto-like voice. Paula sidled behind an elm tree and turned sideways. She felt she was thin enough to hide herself from view. She place her head against the trunk of the tree as her pulse rate soared.
Alice made her way down the hill. Paula could see her through the openings in the trees. She wore a T-shirt and black shorts?her rear end protruding through the material at an almost deformed proportion. Her fat white face oddly contrasted her black stringy bangs.
The girl moved to within forty feet of her. She waddled forward near the fringe of the woods. As the girl got closer, she noticed the scowl on her large face. Everything about her was huge, and her hips were as wide as a table. Paula knew the teen had some kind of a pituitary abnormality. She?d seen something like it on one other occasion. But that man was gentle. Alice scared Paula to death, even though she was just a high school girl.
Alice trudged closer and entered the same section of the woods; she made her way half way through it, pushing vines aside and stirring up dry leaves. Paula?s heart shot to her throat. She didn?t know what to do. She stepped further behind the tree as Alice inched closer. That?s when a stick snapped underneath Paula?s boot. It sounded like a firecracker in the quietude of the bucolic surroundings.
?Is that you, you little mouse?? Alice cackled. ?You can?t leave. We?ve got some unfinished business to discuss.?
When Alice was within twenty feet, Paula took a couple deep breaths and pushed herself away from the tree. She darted north, slapping brush and vines aside. One whipped back and smacked her in the cheek, nearly poking her in the eye. It stung like crazy.
Alice took off after Paula. Despite her size, she was quick. Her athleticism added a spring to her gait that Paula couldn?t match. Paula ran with less coordination through the woods?feminine-like, unlike a girl jock.
?Oh, no. Oh, please no,? Paula moaned, as she looked over her shoulder. Alice was gaining on her. Just then, Paula?s boot struck an elevated patch of land and her knee buckled. She fell forward and rolled down the hill toward the edge of the woods?twenty yards from the lake. She landed on her side next to a pine tree.
Alice trundled toward her. She was fifteen feet away. Paula stood but fell to her knees winded. When the biker chick got to her feet, Alice tackled her to the ground and knocked the wind out of her. Paula landed on her back in the clearing?with Alice?s arm draped across her abdomen.
Paula clawed at Alice with her long nails, which protruded through her biker gloves, but Alice reached up, grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head.
?You really didn?t think you?d get away, did ya?? Paula tried to catch her breath but couldn?t; her heart was hammering. She looked up at Alice?her pouty lips pursed. ?Did ya?? Alice moved up and straddled the woman.
?Please let me go,? said Paula. ?I won?t say anything. I swear.?
?But you now know who I am--and that I'm the head of this gang. And I sure as hell can?t just let you go to the police.?
?I won?t go to the police. I promise,? said Paula, who could barely breathe as the girl lowered herself on her stomach.
?You?re a lying sack of sh*t, too, biker bitch. You and your other stripper friends have already told a million lies.?
Alice stood and gazed toward the lake. She stretched her arms up and smirked. She then reached down, grabbed a tuft of Paula?s blonde hair and pulled her to her feet. Paula screamed.
?You?re hurting me,? she shouted. Alice continued tugging on her hair as she took a couple steps forward.
?That?s about the least I?m gonna do to you."
?Help me! Please, somebody help me.? Alice laughed.
?No one can hear you out here.? She released her grip on the blonde?s hair. Paula staggered forward, stopped and hung her head down. Her legs wobbled.
?Any last words?? said Alice. Paula gazed up at her.
?You . . . you?re going to kill me, aren?t you??
?As pathetic as you are, yes, I?m gonna kill you.? Paula looked down at the ground as tears filled her eyes. ?But I?ll make it quick so you don?t suffer.? Alice cackled.
?Please don? kill me.? Alice took a step toward the woman. Paula backed up and raised her hands in a begging manner. Alice took another step.
?Help!?
Alice surveyed the area. The two were alone. Her aunt?s property was miles away from any neighbor. A few renters occupied tenants across the lake but they didn?t concern Alice.
Paula continued to back up as the girl approached--hands up in desperation to defend herself. Before she could react, Alice lunged forward and punched her in the gut. The blow dropped Paula to her knees. She then punched the woman in the head and knocked her on her side.
Paula didn?t remain on the ground long. The girl pulled her up by her long blonde mane and held her by her shirt. Paula screamed in agony.
CUSSSSHHHHH! Alice knocked her to the ground with the back of her fist. Paula?s body rolled over several times before she landed on her side again.
?Come on, biker bitch. At least put up a fight. You?re making this way too easy.? Alice picked Paula up again and flipped her around like a crash test dummy. Blood trickled down the corner of the biker chick?s mouth to her chin. Her eye was bruise and practically glued shut from the beating last night, and her hand was broken. It ached more each time the girl knocked her on the ground.
Alice held the woman as she wobbled. She smirked as she raised her fist high above her right ear.
CUSSSSHHHHH! Alice again back-fisted the woman and knocked her down. Paula?s closed her eyes as she tried to crawl away from Alice?her ass hiked up. Alice planted her foot on the left rear pocket of the woman?s blue jeans and shoved her to her stomach. She picked her up again and turned her around,
embracing her in a fierce front bear hug.
?Ummmphhh!? the biker chick aspirated, as Alice squished the air out of her lungs. Alice put Paula down. She staggered forward. Alice socked her in the gut with an uppercut--right beneath her ribs. Paula's rolled up toward her forehead. She sank to her knees.
CUSSSHHHH! Alice whacked Paula across the face with the back of her hand and knocked her to her stomach. She then grabbed the blonde by her neck and pulled her up. Paula screamed again as Alice pulled her to her feet and shoved her forward. Half of her face was bloodied.
"Shut the hell up, you prissy little wimp. You're gonna wake the neighbors."
Alice blocked a weak slap from the woman, then grabbed her by the neck in the crook of her elbow.
She choked the woman and walked her backwards toward the water. Paula gagged. Alice?s grip was choking off her air. She coughed. Then her body went limp as Alice dragged her by her boots to the edge of the water.
Alice released her grip. Paula fell to her knees in the chilly water. She awakened and crawled around on her hands and knees. She then reached up to rub her throat. Alice pulled her back up just as she started coughing again.
Paula stood and wobbled in the heel-deep murky water. Her jeans and shirt were soaked. Alice could see her nipples through the shirt. Paula shivered. Her lips trembled. She coughed a couple more times, then looked at the huge blob. The girl was really going to kill her, she thought, as her head started spinning.
Paula glared and pointed at Alice.
?You?ll get yours, fat girl. You can?t treat people like this.? Paula gasped. Alice moved closer.
?Maybe so, but I sure kicked your skinny ass. And there?s nothing you can do about it, you pathetic little piece of trash.?
?Maybe not, but . . .?
CUSSSSHHHHH! Alice backhanded Paula across the cheek and eye and knocked her out. Her body splashed into the water. Alice stepped further into the lake, grabbed the woman by her belt and shirt and dragged her into chest-high water. She then stood the unconscious woman up in the water, put her hand on the top of her head and dunked her. She held Paula under water for several seconds, then pulled her up. She then dunked her again.
Alice pulled the hapless biker chick to the surface. She really wanted to kill her but relented. She grabbed the woman's hair and pulled it as hard as she could as a few strands came off in her fat hands. Paula gasped for air?eyes closed and her long blonde hair now tangled in a sopping mess. Water dripped off her face in runnels.
?This?ll teach you, little skank. The next time you show up at the high school will be your last.
Alice pulled the little bitch back to the shore and dropped her little body down. Paula rolled to her back and started coughing again. She placed her hand on her stomach and started crying.
"Shut the hell up or I'll give you something to cry about."
The blonde kept crying so Alice had to do something to stop her. She stepped forward and kicked her in the side, eliciting a piercing wail from the victim. She then stomped down on the woman's face and knocked her out.
Paula showed up at the bar a few days later with marked bruises and cuts. I'd never seen anyone look so bad after a fight. She was a beautiful woman who fortunately healed over time and later stopped selling drugs. But she had to leave town to do it. I never heard about her after that, but I only hope she's okay. She really had some great qualities.
(Sorry--another f**kin formatting disaster. I'll change if can, but it's 4 a.m. now.)
