Hello everyone,
As always thanks to the ladies that are willing to share and allow me to post their stories here. I really enjoyed this latest one from Lindsay and wish I could have been there to see it. Thanks again to Shelby for her help in getting this story written up. Now please enjoy,
Lindsay’s Story
Hello everyone, my name is Lindsay and my story takes place in 2015. At the time I was 23 years old and stood 5 feet 4 inches and weighed approximately 130 lbs. I had long light brown hair and blue eyes and I am told I was easy on the eye. In spite of this, I was single but actively looking.
In my youth I was known as a bit of a scrapper. I had several fights in middle school and a few in high school. My last was in eleventh grade with a cheerleader named Brittany. No I am not kidding, she was a cheerleader and her name was Brittany. All I remember is she made some bitchy comment and I called her out. I was in my junior year and she was a senior and I took her down. A year later I graduated with an unblemished record of 12 wins and 0 losses. Yes I kept track and as a result I was always very confident in my ability to handle myself in an altercation.
My story takes place on a Friday evening 5 years after graduation. I was meeting friends at our favorite bar. At the time I was working as a bank teller and I was looking forward to the start of the weekend. I just had to balance my window and attend a short meeting and I would be on my way. I left right after finishing at work and went right to the bar. I was wearing a white top, a black pencil skirt with black tights and heels. I was excited to see my friends Alyssa and Michelle had made it and in addition, my latest crush was also there.
Mark was 25 years old and very hot. He was tall, dark and handsome and I had been throwing myself at him for weeks. I had made some progress as he knew my name and we flirted with each other pretty openly. I made sure to stop by and say hello just to let him know I was there. In spite of all our flirting he still had not asked me out but I remained hopeful.
I was really enjoying the evening. My friends and I were having a great time together, Mark and I were hitting it off and everything was going great when they showed up. A group of 6 young ladies arrived, all wearing the same crop top. It had the name of my old high school along with ‘Class of 2015’ emblazoned across the front. It was clear they were at least 18 years old and here to celebrate their recent graduation. They were all slim, very attractive and wore ‘tight’ very well. Most of them were in jeans and a few were in leggings or yoga pants along with athletic style shoes. The crop tops hugged their ample chests while showing off their sculpted abs and slim waists.
They moved about the bar drawing all kinds of attention with their young tight bodies. If I sound a little jealous I must admit I was, especially when I saw one of them flirting with Mark. This girl had dark eyes and long auburn hair in perfect curls down to the middle of her back. She was about 5 feet 3 inches, maybe 110 lbs wearing black yoga pants with the white crop top and a pair of Nikes with a thick sole. Mark seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the attention so after she moved on I walked over and teased him about robbing the cradle. He laughed and told me she approached him and he did not want to be rude. We shared a nice moment and I moved on to get another drink.
When I came back to join my friends, we noticed a few of the young ladies had a group of guys over in the corner showing off their flexibility and athleticism gained from their time on the cheer team. Honestly, I don’t know what it is with me and cheerleaders. Obnoxious just seems to be such a huge part of their DNA. I do have to admit what we saw showed they were very flexible and in awesome shape. When they finished their routine they all headed over to the bar to pick up more drinks. The guys all nodded approvingly as they watched the girls walk away. As they passed our table, I noticed the girl that was hitting on Mark looking right at me as she said to her friends,
“She's just pissed cause he’s not interested in her wrinkly old ass”
I knew she was referring to Mark and I and I responded,
“He’s older than me, dumbass.”
They all stopped dead in their tracks and the one that made the comment glared at me. Finally she said,
“Talk to me like that outside and see what happens.”
I suddenly had a bad feeling about where this was going and I told her,
“I’m not going outside to get jumped by you and all your friends.”
She squared off with me and said,
“Bitch I don’t need friends. I’m more than enough to take you.”
With that said, she walked away with her friends leaving me with nothing to say. I was seething as I watched her walk back over to Mark and start hanging all over him. She made sure I was watching and then she would openly flirt with him and check for my reaction. I did my best to ignore it but found it impossible. It really didn't help that Mark was enjoying the attention while focusing all of his on her tight little ass in those yoga pants.
Eventually word got back to me that some girl named Stephanie was moving about the bar claiming I was angry because she was stealing my boyfriend. Of course I denied the allegation and did my best to ensure everyone I spoke with was aware that Mark was not my boyfriend nor did I ever claim he was. It felt as though I were putting out fires she was starting all over the bar.
It finally came to a head when one of the regular customers I knew only as T.J. approached our table and asked me,
“Hey, who’s Stephanie?”
I said,
“I don’t know any Stephanie. Why?”
He said,
“Well she is going around telling everyone you want to fight her because she stole your boyfriend.”
I said,
“I don’t want to fight anybody and stealing my boyfriend would be difficult seeing as I don’t have one.”
T. J. Just smiled at me and said,
“Alright, I just thought I would let you know what’s happening. Be careful and take care.”
I was feeling completely humiliated and wondering how I would ever convince Mark I was not making these allegations when the girl I now knew as Stephanie walked by and said,
“I’m going outside. If you have the guts, meet me there or everyone is going to know you were just too scared.”
With that I watched her and some of her friends make their way to the doors. I knew I had to consider my next action very carefully. The gauntlet had been dropped so I could not just leave, I had to respond. Stephanie really tied my hands by telling everyone what was happening between us. She was absolutely right, I could not just leave without it looking like I was running away. I could not help but feel I was expected to accept her challenge.
Alyssa and Michelle both tried to remind me it had been years since I had done anything like this and I needed to think about what I was getting into. Michelle finally gave it to me straight.
“C”mon Linds you saw what she can do. The shape she is in. Please don’t do this.”
I said,
“What, you don’t think I can take her?”
She looked at me almost pleading,
“Honestly, no I don’t and there would be no shame in just walking away right now.”
I appreciated how much it would have taken for my friends to be so honest with me but I told them both there was no way I could let this little bitch get away with what she was doing. Alyssa and Michelle were both disappointed but they had my back and supported my decision.
After several minutes I made my way outside to look for Stephanie. I noticed a large group of about 30 to 40 people standing in an area beside the building and so I made my way over to them. As I walked up I heard a male voice say,
“Here she comes.”
With that there was a little excitement generated as the crowd all looked my way. It was clear they all knew what was about to happen and were looking forward to the action. Based on the looks I was receiving and comments I was hearing, it was apparent I was receiving the heel’s welcome.
I did notice Mark had made his way outside and was now laughing and joking with some of his friends. Suddenly I was nervous as hell. What would he think of me after this? I had to remind myself, he did come out to watch so if he did not approve he would not be there.
Upon my arrival the crowd all moved over and created some space for us. That is when I noticed Stephanie standing in the now open area. She had taken her Nikes off and was now removing her socks and tucking them into the shoes electing to fight barefoot. As I made my way toward her she was smiling watching me approach.
“Wow, I really didn't think you'd show. That's brave of you. Stupid but brave.”
I did not say anything in response. I just stopped and lifted my left foot, reached behind and pulled my shoe off by the heel. I repeated this process with my right foot and handed my shoes to my friends and they moved over to the side out of the way. Looking at Stephanie’s bare feet, I briefly considered removing my tights but modesty would not allow it.
I walked back toward Stephanie and she said,
“Ok bitch, let’s do this.”
We both assumed fighting stances and began circling each other throwing some punches to feel each other out. I could tell immediately this girl was no slouch. She could handle herself and I was going to have to be at my best to beat her. We continued circling each other in fighting stances when she quickly moved toward me and grabbed me by the scruff of the neck. I did the same and we began throwing punches. Her punches were hard and fast and I had to turn my head away to protect my face. This caused me to lose my grip and I had to back away. I quickly became aware I was in for a battle I was not expecting. A female voice in the crowd yelled out,
“Kick her ass Steph.”
Stephanie moved in again and we grabbed a hold of each other and began swinging with our free hands. She had me by the hair and managed to pull me forward and I fell to my knees. She was right in front of me so I wrapped my arms around her legs and pulled her down to the ground. Unfortunately for me when we went to the ground Stephanie landed on top but I managed to roll her over. We rolled back and forth in the grass trading the top position too many times to count. Suddenly I became very aware I was wearing a skirt and I began to consider my modesty.
I eagerly took the first opportunity to get back on my feet and turned to face Stephanie. She moved toward me and grabbed a handful of hair. I did the same and we began throwing slaps and punches at each other. She started landing a series of slaps and it forced me to let go and back away. Stephanie was coming towards me throwing punches and all I could do was try to protect myself as best I could. I heard a huge response from the crowd when she landed a two punch combination that knocked me down and I heard a male voice,
“Oooohhh shit! Oooohhh shit!”
The sound of flesh being struck echoed in my head as I tried to make sense of where I was. That was the moment I knew I should have listened to my friends. Coming outside was obviously a huge mistake.
I no sooner picked myself up when Stephanie was on me again. I heard the crowd respond when she connected with two to the chin that I didn't see coming. Next thing I knew, I was flat on my back trying to figure out what just happened. I looked to see where she was and saw she was coming toward me. I had just enough time to roll onto my side while she dropped to her knees beside me and began hammer fisting me in the head and face. I managed to cover up so she pulled me onto my back and started punching me in the stomach. When I curled up into a ball she began alternating between punching me in the head and stomach. Eventually she stood up and moved away and dared me,
“C’mon bitch, get up.”
Every ounce of common sense screamed at me to stay where I was and give up but I just could not give her the satisfaction. As I got to my feet Stephanie moved in and began punching and slapping at me again. I did my best to stay with her but I was just absorbing too much punishment. She hit me with a couple more slaps and when I covered my head she used the opportunity to hit me in the stomach knocking the wind right out of me. I went to the ground and curled up into a ball again trying to catch my breath and clear my head.
Eventually I became aware Stephanie had rolled me onto my back and positioned herself on top of me. I knew nothing good could come from this so I grabbed her hands to prevent her from hitting me. She fought back, taking my hands in hers and we now had a hold of each other with our fingers interlocked. I realized she was attempting to pin me down by forcing my wrists to the ground. I held my breath and pushed back with every ounce of strength I had but it was clear I was being overpowered. My legs almost involuntarily began bending at the knees as I slowly lost this test of strength. Finally with nothing left I gave up and let out a whimper as my wrists slammed to the ground beside my head. I knew I was in trouble so I gripped her hands as tightly as I could and lifted my hips and tried to roll out from under her but Stephanie easily rode it out. I tried several more times but all it did was change her position from sitting on my stomach to my chest. She now repositioned herself so her knees were over my upper arms and shoulders and I came to the terrifying realization that I was completely at her mercy. I reminded myself one more time that I was wearing a skirt so while my legs were bent at the knee and my feet were apart my knees were together. I knew I could not get her off of me and she began slapping me in the face at will. It was obvious that Stephanie was the clear winner but she wanted her own brand of satisfaction. First, she made me admit she was better, tougher and stronger than me then she made me beg to be let up. I had to use the word ‘please’ and there was not to be any ‘tone' in my voice. I made a few attempts but when she detected ‘tone’, I was rewarded with several hard slaps to the face. Finally I managed to say as sweetly as I could,
“Please Stephanie, I’m sorry for this misunderstanding. Do you think you could let me up now?”
Clearly enjoying her victory Stephanie smiled one of the most sadistic smiles I had ever seen before rising up off of me. As she got up she was saying something but I had stopped listening. She turned away from me, let out a victory whoop and raised her arms over her head generating a positive reaction from most of the crowd. I watched while Stephanie moved over to accept congratulations from her friends and supporters. I will admit my heart broke when I noticed Mark rewarding her with a congratulatory fist bump before telling her everyone saw that I started it and she only did what she had to. Any feelings I may have had for him quickly evaporated.
I really thought I would teach this little bitch a lesson she would not forget but apparently I had become somewhat soft in the 5 years since I left school. When I found myself being completely outclassed by this younger girl, It was as humiliating as you can imagine times 10. I am proud to say I did not cry until I saw my friends. They came to me and we hugged and cried while they asked if I was okay. I thanked them for their support and told them I was never doing this again. For good and obvious reasons, this was my last fight. I have lived with the shame and humiliation of that night for almost 10 years and the worst of it is knowing I am the one that learned the lesson.
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