Revenging myself on that that blonde bitch Kelly by leaving her barely conscious and moaning on the floor of James St Car Park might have made me a bit more confident but so far as my workmates and friends in fact all who knew me it might as well not have happened. No matter that I had the proof of my win - her drivers license and her panties, everyone just everyone ‘knew Jenn had been trashed in a fight and gang banged on the beach, after all the photos are on the net'. They still smirked at me; I still heard the whispers 'she had it coming to her’. Will kicked me out. Damn Kelly for destroying me in that fight on the beach, damn my friends for their attitude and damn Will for –well everything.
The only way to get even is to get ahead. So I increased my gym programme and took self defence classes, but even there I had a problem, my tutor said "its self defence not aggression Jenn""
So I kept his words in mind and tried to be meek and gentle and mild and to ignore the comments. The tutor also told me that it was up to me to change my life if I wanted to, that it was up to me to be the person I wanted to be. So I tried to get slim. That didn’t work; I’d do really well for a week or two then I’d get all teary at something someone said, or I’d wake at night in bed alone and miss Will and I’d go and pig out by eating a tub of ice cream or a box of chocolates and another of krispy crème donuts.
I left the biker scene. At least that saved me money. And I studied harder at my courses. At least I got better grades. And that helped me at work.
I even changed gyms in the hope that the bad stories about me wouldn’t stick like mud. This one was an all girls gym, no men around to make me feel stupid because I was fat. But there were a lot of preppy rich college girls who made me feel stupid anyway because they were always talking about college courses and envious because they had lots of money and an easy life. One of the owners was this tall girl- Wendy. I was sure was butch, short hair, never wore a skirt or blouse just track top and shorts. She made me feel uncomfortable.
About a week after I started there I went to the gym straight from work in office uniform the corporate blazer, the blouse, the skirt, the heels and all the stuff because I wanted a quick session before I went out, Danny had managed to get off work early that day and we were going clubbing. So I carried all my good gear into the gym - I was going to work out then shower and get dressed up and go straight to meet Danny. I walked down the steps toward the change rooms carrying all my stuff and was stopped by Wendy. "Hey girly girly where you been in that blouse and skirt?
"I've come straight from work I want to go get changed and exercise"
"And what’s all the pretty clothes you are carrying for girly girly?" She stood in the corridor almost blocking my way to the change rooms
"I'm going clubbing after my workout"
"who with girly girly" she stepped from the corridor towards where I stood in one of the exercise rooms that was between the entrance and the change rooms.
"Some friends."
"So girly girly's got friends, does she have a boyfriend" she stepped closer to me. I flinched and stepped back -she was tall, strong, dressed for action and it seemed wanting some.
"Well" I started.
"Lucky little plump girly girly" she stepped up to me again and followed me as I stepped back till I was against the wall.
"Wendy do you mind?"
What girly girly?" She was only inches away from my face, I shook, "is girly girly scared of big bad Wendy?" She clutched the lapel of my blazer.
“Too damn right I am scared” I thought “What the hell do you want woman, I got to do something about this.” I put my bags down and spoke up "Wendy let go of my lapel and let me go and change and please just leave me alone" I tried to sound confident, I was not feeling it.
"Girly girly should learn a few things about herself and about women and then she might not want a boyfriend."
”Damn dyke bitch,” I bit that off before I said it; it was bad enough thinking it. I was determined I wouldn’t lose my temper I told myself that I must remember to be mild and gentle” I fairly gently but firmly pushed on Wendy’s shoulders "no Wendy I don’t want to please let me go" She almost stumbled back; I think she was surprised but she still hung onto my coat. "Let go please Wendy."
"Little girly girly trying to push big Wendy around is she?" She slapped my face hard.
“Damn you bitch; you’re scaring and making me lose my temper too.” I muttered as I lashed out by kicking her in the stomach. It was firm, not like mine at all, but she staggered back letting go of my lapel, I suppose she didn’t expect any reaction.
Recovering she slapped my face so hard my head snapped sideways. "Little girly girly needs a lesson in manners". She slapped the other side of my face and my head snapped back. That did it, my blood was up and I got to stop those slaps. She must be strong in the arms, hey she's way stronger then me what can I do? Surprise her Jenn. I bent forward at the waist, her slapping arms whizzed harmlessly over my head as I rushed forward in the few feet that separated us and slammed my head into her belly. If she had expected that the fight would have been over there and then for all she had to do was raise her knee and punch my head into it. She didn’t expect it and my head knocked the air out of her lungs. She fell backwards to a mat howling in rage, quickly stood up again and rushed at me her head lowered as if to head butt me too but then at the last moment diving to the floor and wrapping arms round my ankles tackled me to the floor. I rolled over and sprang to my knees. She was no where near as fast as I had expected and I was able to grab her hair and pull her head down on to my knee.
She howled " I'll smash you girly girly for that" as she rose her nose bleeding heavily. She pulled me down to the ground. Got to get away Jenn she is bigger and stronger then you your only weapon is your weight and her anger. Got to get her to do foolish things. No use trying to get on top of her and hold her down she'll only buck you off. We rolled around trading blows but with her reach and strength I was getting the worst of it: I had the beginnings of a black eye, my blouse and skirt were torn, my hair a mess, my reading glasses lay shattered somewhere on the floor. She pushed and pulled, I felt my blouse rip further and then my bra snap as Wendy tried to claw her way to the top:. I knew if she did that then I was done for. I head butted her in the belly as she knelt trying to straddle me. She cried out I was able to roll away from under her. I managed to stand up again and did so before Wendy. AS she too stood I lashed out with one knee to her chin and as she rolled back absorbing the blow far better then I could ever have done, indeed seemingly little affected by it, I kicked her in the belly with my other leg.
But even that failed to stop her, though I could see it checked her for a moment. “What do you do Jenn?” I asked myself she is bigger and stronger and I answered myself “Use that strength against her, provoke her.” I stood there still as if transfixed as she moved quickly in then at the last moment sidestepped her punch. She looked angrily around and launched another punch but again I wasn’t there to receive it. She swore loudly. I could hear her breathing, a bit laboured now; her nose was blocked by blood. She looked furiously at me and pushed forward a little more slowly both her hands outstretched. Misjudging her move I punched her hard in the chest and although she gasped and swore she didn’t stop what she planned -a jolting blow that sent me sprawling to the floor. If I had been athletic I might have performed some somersault but all I was able to do was roll and get to my feet. She hit me hard as I rose. I backed away from her, now I had most of the room to move in. She tried the same trick with her arms but I stepped away from her and kicked landing a glancing blow on her hip.
Wendy tried to punch me several times but each time I avoided the full blow, sometimes I took a glancing blow sometimes nothing. I managed to land a few small blows on her as well because with her punches she exposed part of her body. I hit her above the eye, on the cheek and on her nose again, nothing serious but enough to make her start and to enrage her. She was getting angrier by the second. She looked to be tiring too. She launched herself into a charge but again I sidestepped her but this time as she charged past me I kneed her in the belly. She bent forward as her charge continued. I grabbed her hair as she went surging past pulling her upright. She roared with pain and for the first time I thought I might beat her. I landed two quick punches in her belly- they and the knee must have almost winded her for she just moved away from me and stood gasping for air.
I reached out took a few more pot-shots all of which connected. They didn’t seem to do much harm to her. She moved more slowly again and tried to wrestle me to the ground. Each time she pushed I avoided her and I would dance around and score a pot shot or two. After maybe three minutes of this I seemed to notice Wendy really was tiring, she staggered each time I hit her, a few more might have brought her down completely. Far more surprising then Wendy tiring was that she seemed to be losing heart. I decided to be daring and let her grab me and wrestle me to the floor. Even then she seemed to be half hearted almost as if she didn’t want to win any more. She grappled me but it was almost as if I had put up much resistance she would have backed off. We both landed on the floor and then I escaped her clutches scrambled up and then dropped my knees on her belly. I heard the satisfying whoosh of air escaping from her lungs and her pants for breath.
I grabbed at her legs as she tried to rise, pulling them up and so forcing her back down on the floor on her back. I pulled those long legs apart wider and wider. She tried to kick out but failed, then bending forward she scrabbled with her nails scratching my thighs. “Fuck that hurts” I muttered “there is no way I am going to let go; control the pain girl, fight it so you can fight the bitch!.” I kept pushing her legs further and further apart. I rocked forward on to my knees to continue pushing them until they were as far apart as I could make them. I could see the tendons and muscles straining, I could hear the bitch gasping, even sobbing for breath.
Determined to make an end of it I crashed my head down into Wendy’s open groin. She screamed but as my head hit her crotch she grabbed a small handful of hair with both hands and pulled and it came away. "Oh god oh fucking bitch you slut arrgh" I squealed and dropped her legs. Clutching my head I scurried back to get out of range of your legs. Just when you thought you had her too Jenn girl. And you will yet girl. Wendy slithered away still on the floor, perhaps her legs were too sore for her to stand, she was rubbing them.
I stood and stepping towards her launched a big kick at her body. It connected and I heard the satisfying whoosh as her your lungs expelled air. She screamed and tried to grab my leg. I evaded her and, seeing Wendy lying there panting hard not moving, I dropped to my knees landing on the slut's belly. Again I heard air rush out of her lungs. I cackled "I got the big bitch now”. She grabbed and twisted a nipple with her hands and she tried to roll but I straddled her and putting the pain behind me pushed her on her back and pinned her to the floor
"Enough, no more" she said with a most odd expression in her eyes like a whipped dog that somehow wanted and at the same time didn’t want more.
"Roll over onto your belly Wendy." I moved to her side so she could
She obeyed me. I slapped her ass once, she whimpered and I slapped it again and she sighed. When I slapped her a third time I was sure she humped herself. “Pull your panties down Wendy."
She turned her head and looked at me and then said "Yes Miss" to my amazement they were wet through. I got up shook my head and went to clean up. That had been some workout.
