Clash of the Homecoming Queens: Blonde vs. Blonde
By: Supporturgoddess
Youth can be a time of transition and conflict, a time when both males and females fight to establish their place in the world. For some young women, being the most popular girl in their town and ruling the hallways in even the smallest school can be as close as they will ever get to being a princess. For many boys it is a time when girls are magical beings, goddesses who shine like stars.
One such goddess, nineteen-year-old blond beauty Kellie Burgundy, raced up and down the hallways of her school, turning up the charm and pleading for last-minute votes. The buxom blonde’s long hair swayed behind her back. Her tan skin shone with the glow of youth, and there was plenty of it in view. She wore the briefest, tightest skirt the school would allow. Her breasts, which could have doubled as volley balls, strained her skin-tight top to its limit. She had waited her entire life for this night. She would soon be proclaimed homecoming queen and given the right to lord her title over all her rivals and rule over her fellow students during the game and the reunion dance that followed. Kellie dominated the male vote, for obvious reasons. She knew she wouldn’t get much of the female vote, but that didn’t matter. The female vote was largely split between brainy Jennifer Martin and angelic Jeanie Woods. That split, along with Kellie’s domination of the boy vote, ensured Kellie’s victory.
While countless young women looked forward to such titles that time of year, Kellie had more at stake than most. Roy Bean High School had developed a peculiar tradition, which had begun twenty years earlier, mostly as a joke no one expected to be taken seriously. At the homecoming dance that year, the student body, who had only just crowned their favorite beauty homecoming queen, decided their girl deserved even more. They declared that since there were representatives of previous classes present at the reunion dance, they would have a vote to declare a homecoming queen not for the year, but for the decade! It was hardly fair, given that virtually every student of that year’s graduating class was there, while only handfuls of students from other classes attended. They voted in their girl as ‘Queen of the Decade.’ Though the title was never meant to be taken seriously, it was. The title had been meant to declare the winner the most beautiful girl of the past decade, but many students took it to mean she would reign over the NEXT decade! Each graduating class in following years elected their own homecoming queen, but they accepted the girl elected years earlier as the overall queen of the era. Her picture hung in the trophy case beside pictures of state champions. She became a local legend.
Ten years had finally passed since the last vote. Kellie fully expected to be declared queen of a new era!
Surrounded by a small clique of fellow beauties, Kellie rushed from student to student, seeking support.
A timid voice came from behind. “Y-You know you’ve got my vote!”
The girls whirled, uniformly adopting expressions of disdain and disapproval. In every school and in every era, there are people who don’t fit in, total outcasts. At Roy Bean High School, a boy named Bobby Wyatt was their king. Bobby had a poor complexion and poor posture. He was weak, thin, and, for the past seven years, had been madly in love with cheerleader and soon-to-be-homecoming-queen, Kellie Burgundy.
“You’re sure to win,” Bobby said, his pulse pounding due to his close proximity to his goddess. “You’re the prettiest girl ever!”
Giggles spread.
Trying hard to pretend she wasn’t genuinely flattered, Kellie replied, “Uh…thanks.”
“Is there anything I can do to help? I could help pass out buttons, or--”
“We’ve got it covered,” Kellie said, cutting him off.
Bobby smiled sheepishly, turned, and walked away. Cruel, mocking laughter spread behind him. Bobby convinced himself that only Kellie’s friends mocked him. Surely the goddess he worshipped could never be so cruel. Surely Kellie wouldn’t mock his devotion.
In fact, she did. She didn’t really want to, and she always felt a twinge of guilt about it, but Kellie had a reputation to preserve. If the elite girls in her school ridiculed Bobby, Kellie felt she had no choice but to join in.
Kellie and her elitist entourage left Bobby behind, heading for the door.
Outside the school, a little red sports car pulled up. A beautiful twenty-eight-year-old stepped out and ran her fingers through her shoulder-length, wavy blond hair. Her blue eyes stared up at a school she had graduated from a decade earlier. That year, blue-eyed blonde Daisy Erickson had been in Kellie Burgundy’s shoes. She had been the homecoming queen of her class. She had ruled the hallways at Roy Bean High School. She had lived large, dating the most handsome boys and hanging with the popular crowd. She paid little attention to her classes. When her teachers warned her she would regret it someday, she flipped them off, certain she would either become a famous celebrity or, at the very least, be swept off her feet and taken care of by a rich, handsome young man.
Daisy sulked. She could hear her teachers warning her, ‘You’ll regret the way you’re acting, someday.’ It was 4:00 on a someday, and beautiful Daisy was regretting her choices. She was regretting them dearly. After a brief, failed marriage, she was out on her own. With barely a high school education, her career opportunities were limited. Daisy frowned, ashamed of herself. How the less-popular girls in her class would laugh, if they learned the once high-and-mighty Daisy Erickson tucked her hair under a net each morning and worked all day as the lunch lady in a high school only a few miles down the road. She had become the woman she and her friends had once laughed at.
Daisy sighed and lit up a cigarette. She looked to the heavens and whined. Though still under thirty, she felt old. Where had all the years, and all her dreams, gone?
Lost in thought, Daisy didn’t even notice the group of high school girls walking up to her. Suddenly a hand shot under her nose, snatched her cigarette out of her mouth, and threw it down. Daisy Erickson watched in astonishment, mouth open, as Kellie Burgundy ground the cigarette under her foot.
“This is a school,” Kellie said, sharply. “You can’t smoke here.”
Daisy shrugged. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. We were always allowed to smoke out in the parking lot.”
A smug, condescending grin appeared on Kellie’s lips. “Oh, you’re here for the reunion, right? Well, times have changed. Smoking’s not, uh, cool anymore. It went out with vinyl records and eight-track tapes.”
Daisy raised an eyebrow. “Records and tapes? How old do you think I am?”
Kellie looked Daisy over. “I’d guess about fifty.”
Twenty-eight-year-old Daisy stood aghast, her mouth hanging open.
Kellie and her friends walked away, giggling cruelly at Daisy’s expense.
Daisy cringed. She had heard such laughter before. She had heard it from her friends, all those years ago. She remembered the most unpopular, rejected boy from her class, a nerd named Kevin Wilkins. Poor Kevin had a tremendous crush on her, following her around like a puppy. He thought Daisy was an angel, perfection itself.
Daisy whispered to herself. “I didn’t mean to be cruel. I never started it, but when Stacey and Jill started in on him, I just had to go along.” She threw her fists down to her sides. “Damn it! Maybe I do deserve to be miserable. I was such a stuck up little bitch!”
Daisy shook her head, trying to force painful memories and regrets away. She didn’t have time for them. She had to get ready for her reunion.
***
Night fell. A carnival atmosphere took over the town. Roy Bean High School beat their rivals in the big game. As expected, Kellie Burgundy was elected homecoming queen, and was crowned during a ceremony at halftime.
After the game, everyone returned to the high school for the reunion dance. Kellie Burgundy made a grand entrance, complete with applause. She wore a carnation-pink, strapless gown cut so low her ample breasts almost fell out over the top. Kellie ruled over her court, dancing with every handsome boy and flirting with them in front of their girlfriends. She offered incredibly insincere condolences to the girls she had beaten out for the title.
Shaking hard, Kellie’s greatest admirer, Bobby Wyatt, watched his young idol with genuine awe, and tried to work up the courage to give her the corsage he had been unable to give her during the game.
Former prom queen Daisy Erickson stood in the back of the hall wearing a beautiful powder-blue gown, sipping from a cup and watching the unfolding drama. She listened in, as Kellie’s friends hatched a wicked scheme.
One girl said, “You know Bobby Wyatt is going to try to give you his corsage. You simply CAN’T be seen with it!”
Another girl said, “I have an idea! We’ll take care of him for you.”
Daisy watched the girls walk over to Bobby. A moment later, he hurried out into the cold night.
The girls returned, giggling. “We told him you would meet him outside. How long do you think he’ll wait out there, freezing his buns off?”
“Who cares?” Kellie replied. “All that matters is that the little freak won’t bother me for a while!”
Former prom queen Daisy continued to watch reigning queen Kellie, as she flirted with other girl’s boyfriends to make them jealous, and mocked the unpopular boys who worshipped her.
Daisy shook her head and whispered. “She just doesn’t know what she’s doing!”
Daisy knew all too well. She had, of course, once worn Kellie’s crown. She had either done or had been tempted to do all the mean-spirited, dirty tricks she now watched Kellie doing. Daisy felt deep sympathy for Kellie’s hapless admirer, Bobby Wyatt. She had once had a Bobby Wyatt of her own, a geek hopelessly in love with her. The only difference was that her greatest admirer, Kevin Wilkins, had been far more sincere and far more devoted! She could almost see the unpopular geek and perpetual wallflower standing with his back against the wall. Daisy’s blue eyes widened. She DID see him! Daisy almost sprayed punch from her mouth. Across the hall stood the most loyal admirer she had ever had, Kevin Wilkins! His skin had cleared up and his posture had improved, though he was still small and thin.
Daisy swallowed, took a deep breath, and set out to do what she felt compelled to do.
Daisy stepped up beside Kevin, and, in the gentlest voice imaginable, said, “Hi. I don’t know if you remember me….”
Kevin’s eyes almost shot out of his skull. “I remember you,” he answered, nervously.
To Daisy’s utter amazement, one look proved Kevin still saw her as an angel, absolute perfection in a powder-blue gown.
A few moments of awkward, uncomfortable silence were broken by Kellie and her friends giggling at poor Bobby’s expense. Kevin winced.
Daisy said, “I guess you know what’s going on, huh?”
“Yeah,” Kevin said. “Poor kid. I thought about going out there and explaining that she’s not coming, but he wouldn’t listen. He’s going to have to learn the truth the hard way.”
Daisy looked down at her feet. “You mean he has to learn that his angel is really a stuck up bitch. He has to learn that sometimes pretty girls can be very ugly inside, girls…like me.” She looked up with an expression of deep sorrow and whined in a tiny voice. “I’m sorry. I really am. I was so cruel to you! I didn’t mean to be, but….Oh, I don’t know! I was stupid! I just want you to know that I’m really, really sorry.”
Astonished, Kevin replied, “You don’t have anything to be sorry about.”
Daisy stamped her foot. “Don’t be so nice to me! I don’t deserve it. I was a stuck up little bitch, just like…her!” She pointed at Kellie.
Kevin smiled. “You were NEVER like her! You couldn’t act like that if you tried. You were just a young girl overwhelmed by popularity. Look, I wasn’t perfect, either. I probably embarrassed you by following you around all the time. I…I’m sorry, too.”
Daisy found a faint smile and hugged a man who had worshipped her since his childhood.
Kevin’s heart raced! Afraid she would become aware of his rapidly growing…expectations, he stammered, “I--I’ve got to…go! I’ll be back!”
Kevin hurried out of the room and down the hallway.
Daisy returned to her place by the punch bowl.
In time Kellie’s young admirer, Bobby, returned. Kellie was out of tricks. Cornered and perhaps feeling more than a twinge of guilt, Kellie accepted Bobby’s corsage…but only for a moment. Kellie waited until Bobby had gone. She looked around to make sure none of his friends were watching, and then dumped the corsage into a trash can.
She told her friends, “If he asks, tell him I went out and put it in my car.”
Daisy couldn’t stand anymore. She marched over and tapped Kellie on the shoulder.
Kellie spun. “Ugh! You again? Are you someone’s mother?”
Daisy’s blue eyes narrowed. “I’m not even ten years older than you are!”
Kellie rolled her eyes. “You could have fooled me.”
Daisy tried to ignore the obvious insult. “You know you’re breaking that kid’s heart. Look, I’m not saying you should date him or anything, but do you have to be so cruel? Listen, I understand. I used to be like you. I was homecoming queen once. I know what it’s like to be admired. I’m not trying to tell you what to do, but--”
“Then shut up!” Kellie snapped. “This is none of your business. Go back to the old folks’ home and play bingo or something. Leave me alone.”
Kellie’s entourage snickered.
Daisy’s eyes narrowed. “Why do you have to be such a bitch?”
“Ooh” filled the hall.
A severe scowl covered Kellie’s face. “What did you call me?”
“I said you’re acting like a clueless little bitch! I should know! I used to act just like you do! I know where that sort of attitudes leads.”
Kellie stepped forward until she was nose-to-nose with Daisy. “You better get your face out of my face, while you still have a face!”
Heart pounding and undeniably feeling a little intimidated, Daisy backed down. She turned her back and threw up her arms. “Fine! If you want to end up in a bitch’s self-made hell, do it! Don’t say you weren’t warned.”
Daisy started to march away. Then she felt Kellie’s palms between her shoulder blades, shoving her, hard.
Daisy whirled. “DON’T push me!”
“What are you going to do about it?”
Daisy had never been in a fight in her life. She came from a time and place where big, blue eyes and fabulous bone structure were enough to make a girl head cheerleader. She was a swan, a princess. Kellie lived in a different place and time, where cheerleaders had to be true athletes. Kellie’s body was firm and hard, not only from cheerleading but also from tennis and volleyball. Daisy didn’t like her chances against Kellie in a fight. She froze.
After a few moments of silence, Kellie folded her arms and smirked. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Run away, old woman, before I teach you who’s boss!”
Just then, Daisy’s lifelong admirer, Kevin, returned. He watched in shock, as a young, modern-day goddess humbled the angel from his youth.
Daisy saw the expression on his face. She felt two inches tall. She set her jaw, whirled, and shoved Kellie, hard!
Another “Ooh” filled the room.
Kellie snarled. She threw a large cup of punch straight into Daisy’s face.
Daisy sputtered, shouting, “Hey!”
Daisy sneered and tried to throw a cup of punch at Kellie. Though Kellie grabbed Daisy’s wrist, most of the punch still splashed over her gown.
Sporting a vicious scowl, Kellie stepped back, pulling off her shoes to go barefoot for better traction. She yelled, “That’s it, you old cow! You’re dead meat!”
Eyes wide and growing wider, Daisy unfastened her own heels, preparing for battle. The crowd formed a wide circle around them, chanting, ‘Fight! Fight!’ A modern-day goddess and an angel from another day circled. Behind them, Bobby and Kevin watched, spellbound, as their dream girls began a fight to the finish!
Kellie lunged, almost pushing Daisy down. Daisy thrust out her chin, shoving back. They leapt together. The younger woman caught the older with quick, stinging slaps to each cheek, sending Daisy’s head flying over her left shoulder then her right. Daisy seized Kellie’s wrists, trying to hold her back. Insults and profanities filled the air.
Kellie grunted. “Ha! You’re just a pathetic, sagging old cow, trying to relive her glory days! You’re too slow and too old to think you can fight me!”
Daisy shrieked. “Sagging? My body’s better than yours could ever be! Not every guy wants a bimbo with volleyballs in her bra and basketballs for a butt! By the look of you, I’ll bet you’ll weigh 200 lbs. By the time you’re my age!”
Kellie smirked. “I guess that gives me another 30 or 40 years, huh?”
The students roared.
Daisy snarled. “Sounds like this little bitch needs me to put her over my knee and give her a spanking!”
Kellie shouted, “I’m going to take my time and kick every inch of your sagging, scrawny, wrinkled old ass!”
Kellie seized the strap over Daisy’s shoulder, trying to use it to pull Daisy down. The thin strap broke. Half of the top portion of Daisy’s blue gown drooped down, revealing one side of Daisy’s white bra. Daisy stood with her mouth wide open, as the crowd roared with laughter. Kellie tore off the other strap, leaving Daisy wearing only her bra from her waist up.
A wild battle erupted. No one would stop this fight!
The differences between the ladies were obvious. Daisy was more comfortable pulling hair and slapping, while Kellie threw hard punches. Daisy cried out and screamed in a high-pitched voice from almost every blow. Kellie shouted, but no more.
Kellie slammed Daisy down on her back over a table. Cupcakes, chips and the like went flying. The young woman crawled on top the older woman, sitting on her and shoving cupcakes into Daisy’s face! Kellie’s young admirer, Bobby, cheered gleefully, taking pictures with his camera phone. Pinned, Daisy reached up, scratching wildly and tearing off the top half of Kellie’s gown, revealing her tiny, red bra. Kellie rubbed chocolate cupcakes into Daisy’s face. Daisy’s lifelong admirer whispered under his breath. “Get up, Daisy! Don’t just lie there! Don’t let her do that to you!”
Kevin’s prayers seemed answered, as the older woman rolled on top, shoving handfuls of chips into the young girl’s face.
The table collapsed.
Already breathing heavily, the older, frailer woman tried to crawl away, hoping to pull herself together. Furious, the younger woman scrambled through overturned chairs and crawled over a table to leap off and tackle her rival. Daisy, however, caught Kellie and spun her just enough so that it was Kellie’s back slamming down on the unyielding floor.
Kellie let out an “Ughhhh!” as the air was forced from her lungs.
Daisy crawled on top, sitting on the young girl and trapping Kellie under her with a schoolgirl pin. Daisy set straight up, firing wild slaps and punches down into cowering Kellie’s face. Kellie kicked wildly until her bare feet crossed over Daisy’s face. Kellie straightened her legs, slamming Daisy over backward. Kellie tried to mount Daisy, but Daisy did the exact same thing, pressing her pantyhose-covered feet over Kellie’s face and pulling her over to her back. Each fighter kept her feet pressed on the other’s face, trying to force the other girl over backward. They were like a broken seesaw, a teeter-totter stuck in the middle, with neither end able to rise or fall. The stalemate did not last long. The young woman’s legs were simply too much for the older woman’s legs. Kellie slammed Daisy down. Kellie kept moving forward over Daisy’s body, grabbing Daisy’s feet and forcing them down over Daisy’s own head, tearing up Daisy’s pantyhose and folding Daisy’s body into a torturous position. Daisy shook her head wildly, howling in pain. With each lunge downward, Kellie put tremendous pressure on the older woman’s spine.
Kellie shouted, “Tell them who the better woman is, Hag! Tell them!”
Kellie’s greatest fan, Bobby, cheered his hero on. “Yeah! You tell her! Break that old bat in half! Make her grovel at your feet and beg for mercy!”
Behind him, Daisy’s greatest admirer, Kevin, stood in a cold sweat, watching something he had believed impossible. Another, younger woman was proving herself superior to the girl of his dreams!
Daisy’s hands flailed. Her face had turned almost purple from the pain and pressure. She was ready to burst into tears and beg for mercy.
Unlike his counterpart, Kevin did not cheer his woman on. His angel was losing. She was in agony. He feared cheering her on might only keep her fighting longer than she should. He had no desire to prolong her pain.
Screaming from the strain, Daisy found the strength to twist her body just enough to break free. She staggered up holding her back in obvious pain. Seeing this, Kellie plowed a fist into Daisy’s lower back. Daisy’s eyes crossed. Her belly shot forward, and she fell to her knees.
Kellie seized Daisey’s shoulder-length, wavy blond hair, using it to pull the older woman to a table. Kellie then plunged Daisey’s face down into the punch bowl. Daisey’s hands flailed madly in empty air. This was more a matter of insult than injury. The punch bowl quickly overturned, but the damage to Daisey’s pride had been done.
Daisy lunged wildly, shoving Kellie down. Daisy scrambled on hands and knees, desperate to escape. Kellie caught Daisey’s feet, trying to pull her back and shredding what remained of Daisy’s pantyhose in the process. By the time Kellie was done, one of Daisey’s legs was completely bare. The pantyhose on her other leg was shredded to a point where Daisey’s knee, heel, and toes stuck out through wide holes. Her dress was all but gone, revealing her tiny, snow-white panties.
Kellie pulled Daisy to her knees by her hair. Suddenly Daisy hugged Kellie around her waist and lunged forward, slamming Kellie’s bare back against the sharp edge of a folding table. For the first time, Kellie came close to screaming from pain. She froze, allowing Daisy the chance to do it to her again. Eyes and mouth wide open yet silent, the beautiful young homecoming queen fell at the older woman’s feet.
Daisy scrambled forward to get on top her enemy, but Kellie kicked her feet up, straight into Daisey’s face. As Daisy fell forward between Kellie’s legs, Kellie slapped her powerful thighs around Daisey’s head. Daisy lay on her belly facing her enemy, head trapped between Kellie’s legs. Daisey’s feet kicked helplessly behind her. She tugged desperately at her rivals golden thighs, as they crushed the fight out of her. Kellie squeazed and pumped her legs, tightening them until Daisy shook violently. Kellie squeazed and pumped, squeazed and pumped….
Smiling victoriously, Kellie looked down at her nearly-limp foe. “W-e-l-l old woman, I promised to kick your wrinkled, sagging butt, and I have! Now, tell everyone who the better woman is! Do it!”
Daisey’s fingernails scratched ay Kellie’s bare legs, but Kellie refused to give up her advantage. She squeazed and pumped, squeazed and pumped….
Daisy hugged Kellie’s thighs. She forced her feet up under her body and slowly rose, standing with Kellie’s legs still crushing her head and neck! Daisy finally reached down, seized Kellie’s long, blond hair, pulling Kellie’s entire body up off the floor. Daisy screamed from the strain but crashed down forward, slamming the back of Kellie’s head to the floor. Kellie finally released her hold.
Kellie was stunned, but Daisy had nothing left to attack her with. Both girls were down.
Bobby shouted, “Get up, Kellie! Get up and make her pay!”
Kevin quietly whispered, “Get up, Daisy! You’re the better girl. I know you are!”
Both beauties staggered to their feet. Tiring rapidly and knowing her younger rival could outlast her, Daisy threw herself into an all-out catfight attack, pulling hair and scratching madly. Kellie returned in kind. Tufts of hair fell all around them. Cries of pain filled the air, almost drowned out by the cheering crowd. The catfight became an all-our brawl. Fist after fist flew. Daisy prevailed.
Bobby stood speechless in disbelief, as the taller, older girl floored his hero with a tremendous punch. He watched as his goddess screamed in pain, as Daisy pulled out the young girl’s long hair.
Tears filling her eyes, Kellie tried to stagger away. Daisy clasped her hands and slammed both fists between Kellie’s shoulder blades. The young beauty queen fell.
Bobby shouted, “Aw, get up, Kellie! Don’t let her beat you!”
Kellie looked up with tears in her eyes, genuinely embarrassed, afraid she might lose in front of her greatest fan.
Daisy leapt on Kellie’s back, bending Kellie’s arm up and back behind her back, putting Kellie’s arm into a chickenwing. Daisy mercilessly twisted the young girl’s arm. Kellie cried out, her feet pounding and kicking. Kellie saw the disappointment in her admirer’s eyes, and cried out, struggling in vain.
Daisy gasped. “Now, bitch, why don’t YOU beg for MY mercy? Go on! YOU tell them who the better woman is! Tell them! Tell all your classmates that I’ve kicked your fat butt!”
Kellie rolled to her side in an effort to pull her arm free, but the older, smarter girl quickly adapted. Daisy held on to Kellie’s wrist and pressed one foot under Kellie’s armpit and the other flat against the side of Kellie’s face! Daisy pulled back on Kellie’s wrist, twisting her arm while her legs pushed Kellie’s body away. Kellie screamed.
Heart pounding, Bobby pleaded with his hero. “Come on, Kellie! Are you going to end up grovelling at her feet in front of everyone you know?”
Bobby’s words set a fire in Kellie. Despite the pain, Kellie slowly rose, with Daisey’s foot against her cheek. She forced herself up and forward until she stood over Daisy. Kellie then stomped brutally down into Daisey’s ribs. Daisy kicked Kellie down and away.
Daisy rose, one arm protecting her ribs. Kellie rose to face her, rubbing her arm. The two traded fists. A perhaps lucky shot to the jaw sent Daisy spinning to the floor.
Gasping for breath, Kellie sat behind Daisy, wrapping her legs around Daisey’s tiny waist. Daisy looked up directly into Kevin’s eyes and whined, “Oh, N-o-o-o-o!”
Bobby literaly jumped for joy. “Yeah! Squeaze a submission out of that old bitch! Show her who the better woman is!”
Kellie put all her might into tightening her legs around Daisey’s waist. Pain shot through Daisey’s exhausted body, bearable at first, but rapidly increasing. At first Daisy struggled wildly, almost pulling free. As one minute turned to two however, Daisey’s body began to seize up. Her struggling decreased. Her legs shot out then curled back up, desperate to find leverage but unable to withstand the pain. Daisy sobbed hard, taking in tiny gasps of air. Tears trickled. Daisy pulled at Kellie’s thighs with all her strength, but Kellie’s legs were just too much for her. Kellie sneered. She sat back, rising up on her hands to add even more pressure.
Kellie snarled. “Give up! Give up and beg me for mercy! Do it! “
Daisy shook her head, looking up at Kevin and sobbing, “I can’t! I won’t! I--I-- I--”
Kellie squeazed hard. Daisy screamed in agony, sitting straight up and then folding over, falling out over Kellie’s legs. Daisy reached down, grabbed Kellie’s foot, and pulled it to her face. She then bit Kellie’s toes with all she had left. Kellie threw her head back, howling. She retaliated by squeazing even harder. A battle of hearts and wills began. Waves of pain flowed through both beauties. In the end, Kellie simply couldn’t take it. She let Daisy go. Daisy collapsed on her side and rolled up into a ball.
Kellie screamed, “Bitch! You want to bite, huh? You want to bite me?”
Daisy could barely rise to her knees before Kellie was on her. She pulled Daisey’s arm straight out behind her and started biting Daisey’s fingers. Daisy wailed, bursting into tears. Daisy balled up her free fist and brought it back down along her outstretched arm, slamming a fist right between Kellie’s eyes. Kellie staggered back, her eyes crossed. Daisy staggered up, throwing mad, desperate, blind punches. Kellie reeled on her heels under the onslaught. Daisy plowed fists into Kellie’s stomach. Kellie doubled up, but threw a single uppercut under Daisey’s chin. It was enough to send Daisy crashing back into a corner.
Daisey’s leg gave out. She fell to one knee in the corner, arms up, palms against the walls to keep from going down and staying down. Her breasts heaved. Her stomach sucked in and pouted out. Her eyes fluttered, half open. Pushed beyond her limits and completely exhausted, she was fighting on heart alone. Kellie could barely stand. Both women were fighting on fumes. They stared at each other like prize fighters facing off from their corners across a ring, at the end of a long, grueling championship fight.
There could be only one queen of the halls. The final bell was about to ring.
They plodded together, staggering with each step. They traded haymaker swings, Kellie then Daisy, Kellie then Daisy. They went down together.
Daisy and Kellie rolled flesh on flesh in a last, all-out battle, body-to-body without excuses. Kellie hugged Daisy to crush her into surrender. That left Kellie open to a dozen hammering fists to her sides. Daisy slapped her palm under Kellie’s chin, slowly forcing Kellie’s head back and around, forcing Kellie to roll to her front. Daisey’s long legs wrapped around one of Kellie’s two on one, pinning Kellie’s leg up behind her hips. Daisy drooped over Kellie’s back, locking her wrists under Kellie’s chin and pulling her head back. Kellie cried out, as Daisy applied her clutch, bending Kellie’s body to her limits.
Daisy seemed like a woman possessed. Kevin barely recognized her. She lunged forward then pulled back with brutal force, over and over again, shouting, “Now, YOU beg for MY mercy! Tell them all who the better womwn REALLY is! Do it! Do it!”
Kellie strained with all her might for about a minute. Then her strength left her. She looked like a rag doll in Daisey’s clutches! Kellie’s face showed absolute anguish. Her tears rolled.
Bobby cried out, “Fight back, Kellie! You can take her!”
Suddenly, the young homecomming queen cried out, “No m-o-o-o-r-r-r-e! Mercy! Merci-e-e-e-e! I give up!”
A gasp filled the hall.
Daisy Erickson slowly rose and stood over Kellie Burgundy, her foot on Kellie’s heaving breasts, posing in total victory. Kellie lie sobbing beneath her feet.
Still red hot and furious, Daisy shouted at Bobby, “So, you thought she was going to leave me grovelling at her feet, huh kid? Who ended up kissing whose feet?” Daisy smashed her bare foot into Kellie’s face. Bobby stared wide eyed in shock, unable to believe what he was seeing.
Gasping deeply and barely able to breathe, Daisy leaned forward, putting her hand on Bobby’s shoulder. “I…I know seeing her beaten hurts, kid, but you needed to see that she’s not the goddess you think she is. I’m a better woman than she could ever be. I proved it. She’s nothing special. Go and find a good girl, a girl who’s more than boobs and butt. Find yourself a girl who deserves your worship. You’ll be much happier. You deserve better than this bitch. Now that I’ve kicked her butt, you do know she’s not a goddess, don’t you?”
Bobby nodded. Kellie’s tears rolled. She cried, “You won! I gave up! I quit, okay? Get off me!”
Daisy sneered. “Oh, no! We’re not through. Say it, bitch! Tell the truth!”
Kellie looked around at her graduating class. Countless camera phones stood ready to record her ultimate defeat. Her lips trembled, but she finally had to say what was already quite clear. “Okay! Y-you’re a better woman than me! I admit it! I admit it!”
Glowing in triumph, Daisy looked up at Kevin. “Get your camera ready. This one is just for you!”
Daisy hiked up what little was left of her dress and sat nearly bare hipped on Kellie’s face, adopting a few victory poses, as Kevin took pictures. He had never been so happy, or so proud of Daisy. His lifelong hero had prevailed. Despite Daisey’s words, Kellie’s classmates took their own pictures, ensuring Kellie would never completely live it down.
Daisy took Kevin by his hand. The two left, together. Their trip to the parking lot would take some time. Daisy barely had the strength left to stand. An inch shorter than Daisy and still frail and weak, Kevin wasn’t likely to carry her the full distance.
Back in the hall, Kellie lie humbled and humiliated in the middle of the floor. Neither jock nor geek nor any of her so-called friends helped her. She had to crawl away on her own, her giant ego permanently deflated.
***
Some time later, Daisy and Kevin finally reached the doors. A small crowd of Kellie’s classmates blocked their exit. Two of the runners-up for prom queen approached Daisy.
Kevin tried to protect her, saying, “She’s fought enough! I’m no kid! If any of you takes one punch, I swear I’ll call the cops and--”
“You don’t understand,” the first girl explained. “We took a vote. We decided you deserve the title of Queen of the Decade.” They handed Daisy a sash and glittering tiara.
Daisy looked at them for a moment then laughed so hard she cried.
After the crowd left, Daisy looked up at Kevin and said, “That young bitch had me beat. When she was squeazing me, I wanted to give up. She had me. I would have quit, but…I just couldn’t lose in front of you. I would have quit. You’re the only reason I won.”
Kevin replied, “No way, angel. That other girl had plenty of guys there she didn’t want to lose in front of. You won this all on your own. This victory is all yours. Now, let’s get you to your car.”
Huge blue eyes looked up. She whispered, “I’d much rather you take me to yours.”
Kevin’s heart nearly flew through his chest, hearing words he had waited his lifetime to hear. He blushed.
“We’ve never even been on a date.”
Daisy shrugged. “You never asked.”
“You would have said no.”
Daisy slipped her arms around Kevin’s waist. “I won’t say no to you tonight. Where do you live?”
Kevin fidgeted. “I don’t live in town anymore.”
“Neither do I.” Daisy found her lost smile. “Let’s get a hotel room. I think we’re old enough, don’t you?”
That night a goddess and the man who loved her experienced more love than either thought possible. When Daisy woke the next morning, she no longer felt old. She felt like a kid again. She learned that Magic isn’t just the creation of youth and naivete.
Sometimes the magic lasts.
By the way, don’t feel too bad for Kellie and Bobby. They’re both still very young. Perhaps they’ll meet again someday, at their own reunion….
