A few years ago, this biker chick I know was seen traipsing across the grounds of this local high school. As far as I know, this woman, who was a blonde 31-year-old stripper, didn't sell drugs or anything. But this was after school and several girls in the locker room saw her. The biker chick saw the door to the locker room open and tried to take off running, but she ran into some fat softball player, which knocked her on the ground.
"What the hell are you doing here slut?" said the fat girl. She smirked as she looked down at the woman, who was splayed on her back.
"I was just heading home," said the blonde.
"I bet, you little shit."
"I was."
"Get up."
The blonde held her stomach. The girl had put her on the ground with a swift forearm to the gut.
"I said get your skinny ass up."
The blonde just lay there in her tight jeans and biker boots. She couldn't have been more than 110 pounds.
Five other girls appeared about two minutes later. They all looked down at the woman and laughed.
"Another drug dealer?" said a tall girl.
"It appears so," said the fat teen.
"What are we going to do with her?"
The girl shrugged her big shoulders. "Beat her ass, I guess."
"I'll do it," said the tall girl. She reached down and grabbed the biker's chick's arm.
"No," said the heifer. "Let Bella do the honors." The girl looked over at a slim cheerleader who was still clad in her uniform.
"That okay with you, Bella?"
"Sure," she said. "If you can get the skinny cxnt on her feet."
"No problem," the fat girl said. She reached down, grabbed the biker chick under her armpits and pulled her to her feet.
"What do you want with me?" the woman cried.
"We told you sluts to stay off high school property."
"What are you talking about?"
"You were here to sell drugs."
"No, I wasn't," said the blonde. She turned to walk away but another girl shoved her back.
"I'm not a drug dealer."
"Yeah, right," said the fat girl.
"I'm not."
"Go on, Bella. Teach this little skank a lesson. I know you can take her.
The cheerleader smirked as she glared at the biker chick. "Come on, cxnt. Let's dance."
Normally, the fat girls handled biker chicks who sold drugs at the high school (I mean, high school girls are brutal today and won't hesitate to knock a biker chick's head off). And they often chose the fattest girl in the school to do the honors. These girls usually bash the biker chicks and dunk their heads in toilets, even ones with piss and shit in them. Some even shoot their huge arms through the biker chicks' legs, hoist them up and slam their heads against stalls. The meanest girls take the tight-jeaned bitches outside and beat them in the woods or toss them down hills. Some even drag them down to the creek, pound them senseless and toss them in the water. The fights are always very brutal and one-sided. But the fight with the cheerleader would be a bit more even. That's what I would assume anyway.
In reality, Bella, who was about the same height and weight as the biker chick, brutalized the 31-year-old woman. She rocked her head with a few blows, then socked her in the gut. She then grabbed her by her long blonde hair, threw her on the pavement behind the school, jumped on top of her and started pounding her face. The fat girl finally intervened after the cheerleader bloodied the biker chick's face.
"I'd suggest you not show your little ass around here again," said the fat girl. But the woman was unconscious. "How about we have a little fun at her expense."
(To be continued if enough interest)
