There was this biker chick from Texas who was new to the area. Her name was Brooke and she dated one of the head bikers in a local gang. As part of her initiation, she was sent to a local high school with a package that contained only powdered sugar. Brooke didn't know the package was just sugar. She believed it contained drugs in which she needed to drop off at the school, then get paid. The funny thing about this incident is that Brooke is one of the cockiest biker bitches around. Not only was she new to the area, she'd been with bikers in various gangs for ten years or more. She was 32 and as hot as they came, but her attitude caused her to be hated by many of the biker women. Some of the guys hated her, too.
Anyway, Brooke, who was only 5'5 and 115 pounds, clad in her tight Levi's, showed up at the back door of the school, which was actually the girl's locker room. She knocked on the door several times before a 6'4" 300-pound volleyball player named Sandy (age 18) opened it.
"I'm here to deliver this package," said Brooke. "You got the money?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," said Sandy, "but you have some nerve showing up here with a package of drugs."
Brooke stepped into the locker room without being asked---and the girl just let her in. She had a grin on her face as the biker chick set the package on one of the locker room benches, then looked up at erl.
"You're really big," she said. "What is this place, a high school for lesbian Amazons?"
Sandy was shocked at the comment. She eyed the slim blonde from boots to coif, wondering how someone of her diminutive stature had the temerity to speak to her that way. Instead of getting mad at the comment, she stepped behind the biker chick and shut the locker room door.
"What are you doing?"
"We get a lot of flies in here. I'm just closing the door while we get this transaction settled.
"Oh good," said Brooke. "But hurry the f*ck up because I've got to get back to my old man."
"Right," said Sandy.
"Wait here a minute," said Sandy. "I've got to get the money from my locker.
"No problem."
Sandy left the room for several minutes. She had no idea who had called the biker chick to the school and didn't care. She'd had one of the worst days of her life, flunking two tests and getting chewed out by one of her teachers for fighting. She was lucky she hadn't gotten suspended or expelled. All day she had wanted to take out her frustration on someone. That person had just walked through the door.
Sandy looked at the clock in the hallway. It was almost 4 p.m. and no one was in sight. All she could hear was the humming of a waxing machine as the janitor whistled in one of the distant intersecting hallways.
She returned to the locker room. "I' need you to come into the hallway to get the money."
"What for?" said Brooke.
"The janitor's on his way back here and I don't want him to see what we're going to do."
"Oh. I see." Brooke slapped the right hip of her jeans and picked up the package. " Let's get to it."
Sandy had a smirk on her face as she and the woman walked through the locker room to the hallway. Once in the hallway, she turned right and walked to the first intersecting hallway. The blonde followed her--her boots clopping against the shiny tiles.
"It's just down there," she said, as she motioned for the biker chick to walk down the hallway. "It's about halfway down."
The blonde looked back several times as the girl followed her. "Keep going."
Brooke had just passed a short metal garbage can when Sandy told her to hold up. Brooke turned around and said, "Where's your locker."
"Oh shit," said Sandy. "I think we just past it."
"What are you talking about?" said Brooke. "Look, I've got the package right here. Either come up with the money or someone's going to pay?"
Sandy smirked. "And who might that be?"
"You, if you don't give me the money."
"You're going to beat me up?"
"That's right. I know karate."
"Well, you're going to need a lot more than that to take me down, biker cxnt."
Brooke chuckled. "I'm not afraid of any high school girl--and I doubt very much you could hurt me."
"Is that right?"
"Yeah."
Sandy didn't know whether the biker chick was a martial arts expert or not. But she knew the one thing in her favor was her athleticism. The biker chick made the first move by throwing a side kick at the girl. Sandy jumped back as the woman's boots grazed her stomach. She then lunged forward, grabbed the woman by both arms, spun her around and hurled her as hard as she could toward some lockers. The woman's head slammed into one of the lockers and she fell against the garbage can. She then collapsed to the floor, bleeding from the head and nose.
"What was it you were saying about a high school girl not being able to hurt you?"
Brooke moaned as she lay on the floor on her stomach--her ass cheeks flexing beneath her tight jeans. Sandy ripped the box of drugs open and saw small bag of sugar. Her mom had her own bakery and she knew what it was. She opened the bag, dipped her finger in the confectionary sugar and tasted it.
"You've been had, biker cxnt," said Sandy. "This is sugar."
The blonde got to her feet. She staggered as she walked toward the huge girl. "Let me see."
Sandy didn't give her a chance to taste the sugar. She cocked her hand back and hit the woman across the face with the back of it, knocking her into the locker again.
"That's for coming into my school and acting all cocky--and for disrespecting me as a high school student. Now, I suggest you get your little ass up and walk out of her before I shove this sugar up your ass.
"Okay, okay," said Brooke, as she slowly got to her feet. She held her hands out--visibly scared of the girl. "Just don't hit me again." Blood was now streaming down her mouth as well as her nose. And there was a big gash in her forehead.
"Go on and get out of here before you bleed all over the floor."
Brooke held her hand to her nose and mouth as she stumbled down the hallway. Sandy laughed at her. "By the way, there are lots of high school girls in this school and town that could hurt you, biker slut! Most would devour you, chew you up and spit you out. You're nothing, you hear me, slut? You don't weigh enough to be running your mouth like that."
Not that I like to see people get hurt, but Brooke deserved getting her ass kicked for being such a rude and cocky bitch. This happened a few years ago. Brooke moved back to Texas shortly thereafter. And I'm sure she has more respect for girl jocks now, especially the bigger girls who can kick her ass.
To this day, many biker chicks don't know how brutal high school girls are today. They just keep running their mouths and getting beat up. Too bad they often have to learn from experience, which is definitely the hard way. And trust me, these girls can definitely hurt a biker chick.
BMR
