Cassie’s lip curls with hate and she leaps on my prone body. I have recovered sufficiently to make a fight of it, though. She lies on top of me and we grab each other by the hair. I try to force her off me and finally succeed. Straddling her, I let go of her hair and go for her eyes, trying to gouge them with my thumbs. She turns frantic when she realizes what I am trying to do and hurls me off her. I am a bit shaken at the strength it took for her to do that, but I don’t waste time thinking about it. We both get to our feet and start throwing wild punches at each other. Many miss the mark, but I am landing more solid shots than she is. I punch her on the point of the jaw and see her arms jerk crazily in the air as she staggers backward. Pursuing her, I grab Cassie’s shoulders and slam her against the wall over and over, forcing sounds out of her mouth that sound like **URK**. The sound is so unusual and funny that I start to laugh out loud, only to be stopped when she launches a knee to my groin. I am forced back a few steps and Cassie comes at me with all guns blazing, whaling away at me with her flying fists. I back up to give myself time to recover, and when Cassie comes forward again, I grab her by the hair and spin her around me in a circle. As she loses her footing, I release her and let her crash into the wall. She lies facing the wall with her back to me; her cute cheerleader skirt hiked up to her waist. Her sobs fill the room and I feel joy in my heart. After all, this snotty little high school kid had decided to beat up her teacher…..and she deserves to be destroyed.
Smiling now, I reach down and pick her up by the hair and bend her over backward. Her flat stomach looks so smooth and vulnerable and I pound my fist down on it, driving Cassie to the floor again. From there, I sit on her face, lifting my skirt a little so that my crotch is mashed into her sweet face. As I reach to aim numerous punches at her cxnt, I rub my own snatch in her face, letting the coarse fabric of my pantyhose scrape her skin raw.
In desperation, Cassie somehow works her hand between my legs and clasps a death grip on my cxnt. Her fingernails dig in brutally and I scream with pain. As I instinctively raise my body slightly off hers, she places both hands on my ass and brutally thrusts me away from her, forcing me face-first into the wall.
Needing time to recover, both of us sit for a moment in the positions we have landed in; me sitting with my face against the wall, Cassie on her back with her hands covering her eyes.
Finally, we rise to our knees, crawl toward each other, and go at it again. I put both hands around her throat and throttle her. My grip is tight and I shake her back and forth. Her eyes begin to bulge and her tongue is lolling from her mouth. I have her now, I definitely have her.
“Jeff….mine….Jeff,” she gurgles.
“For the last time!” I yell, accenting each word with a shake of her throat, “I don’t want your goddamn boyfriend! He came on to me! He overpowered me and only stopped because you walked in the room. Why the fuck can’t you believe me?”
I think Cassie is finished, but she has one more surprise waiting for me. I thought I had choked her out. Her eyes are closed and I believe she is ready to fall unconscious. I never see the punch that smashes me to the floor. It must have been a hell of a shot, though, to lay me out like this. Even through my daze, I still have the faculties to wonder how such a sweet looking girl could hit that hard. I also now know that in the first part of our fight, she didn’t hit me with anything in order to lay me out…..she didn’t need to.
Cassie stands up and walks over. Standing above me, I can see that she is crying and looking down at me with pure hatred. She goes to her knees, straddles me and begins pounding away with her fists.
“STAY…AWAY…FROM…JEFF!” she screams, punctuating each word with another fist to my face. She bruises my cheekbones, bloodies my eyebrows and bashes my nose.
“I didn’t…..I never….” I spit as the blood gurgles in my ruined mouth. Cassie stops my protestations by loosening another one of my teeth with a slamming punch.
I can’t stop her. She is going to kill me. This innocent looking cheerleader can end my life if she wants to. I hold up my hands in a traditional position of surrender, pleading with her to stop beating me. As Cassie gets to her feet and as looks down at me, I curl myself into a fetal position, another classic indicator of submission.
She lowers her fists, still crying and looking at me with loathing.
“I’m going to wash my face,” said Cassie. “I’ll be back in five minutes and you had better be gone. And I’m warning you for the last time, Ms. Thomas. Don’t go near Jeff again. If it’s true that you can have any man you want, then you don’t need my boyfriend. Got it, bitch?”
I nod, and she turns to leave the room.
Even as I lay on my back thinking about how I have been beaten bloody by a teenaged girl, my mind can’t accept it. I have never lost at anything….not in sports, not in my profession, not in life. People like me are too beautiful and successful to lose. I always win in the end……. and that is what is going to happen now.
I sit up and slip off my pantyhose. I lay back down, hiding the nylons behind me and waiting for Cassie to come back. When she does, and sees that I am still in the room, her face glowers in anger. She has cleaned herself up and smoothed out her cheerleading outfit and looks prim, pretty and determined as she marches toward my prone body.
When she reaches me, Cassie hauls me to my feet by one arm and prepares to attack me again. Moving as quickly as I can, I spin behind her and wrap the pantyhose around her neck. I bend her slightly backward so that she is off-balance. Tightening the noose, I watch her face turn red and her eyes bulge. As her windpipe becomes constricted, I allow the girl to sink to the floor. I sit down, too, wrapping my legs around her midsection and allowing her to see that my legs are now bare. I see her eyes register this fact and know that she has realized too late that I have removed the pantyhose. If she had seen it sooner, she might have avoided what was happening now.
Maintaining my death grip around her neck, I lean forward over her shoulder so that she can see my face. I note with satisfaction that she is helpless….completely at my mercy. I can kill her if I want to, but there is no need. Cassie’s eyes tell me that I will have no more trouble from her, certainly not about her damn boyfriend.
“Cassie,” I hiss. “This is the last time we will ever have contact with each other. There is no sense in you going to the administration about this fight, is there? After all, you were the one who got physical, and I was only defending myself. No one is going to take your word over mine, anyway. And if you go to the administration or the school board, I’ll ruin you. Do you understand? I’ll hunt you down and I’ll ruin you. Do you get it?”
“Yes,” whispers Cassie, her eyes terrified and filled with pain. “Please don’t kill me, Ms. Thomas,”
Ignoring this last plea, I say; “And forget all this shit about your boyfriend. I told you that I don’t want anything to do with him. He forced himself on me. Your problem is with him, not me. Do you understand, Cassie? Do you?”
Cassie nods, tears of suffocation streaming from her eyes.
The teacher nods back, then increases the pressure around the cheerleader’s neck until she passes out. Ms. Thomas lets her sink to the ground and stands looking at the girl for a moment. Then, she finds her shoes, smoothes her dress and walks back to her office.
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As she enters the room, she doesn’t see the boy sitting at her desk until she turns the lights on. Startled, she exclaims;
“Jeff! You scared me. What are you doing here?”
“What do you mean?” asks Jeff. “You said to wait here until you took care of Cassie. I thought you’d be back much sooner. What took you so long?”
“Well,” smiled the teacher, “let’s just say that your ex-girlfriend was a little harder to handle than I thought she’d be.”
“I guess so,” answered Jeff. “I mean, no offense, Ms. Thomas, but you look like you’ve been through a war.”
“Never mind that now, lover,” cooed Ms. Thomas, smiling enticingly. “Don’t you have a kiss for your teacher?”
