“Don’t give me that crap, and don’t try any bullshit either Peccavi.”Meg said Will, what’s got into your girl?”
I squirmed; I’d already tried to explain that it wasn’t my fault, that I’d done exactly what I’d been told to do. So had Deb Osborne too; or rather, as the dark side reminded me, she had done exactly as I'd told her to. But it didn’t matter; we were in the shit. Just then it wasn’t enough to obey the rules, to keep your nose clean, to do what the hierarchy told you. Because the hierarchy was changing. And damn it all, I wanted it to change, so did Will. Meg and her guy wanted to get rid of some of the crime- not all perhaps we raked off too much in profits. The dark side hissed “Correction the leaders rake off the profits and throw you a crust or two, yeah maybe a few more now Will’s a provisional sergeant but not much!”
Will looked sheepish; he knew it wasn't the time to answer back. He'd tried to defend me before, it hadn't worked, he'd lost much of the traction with the reform group, we’d talked about it and agreed to just shut up and try to get back into their favour.
Rivers looked me up and down, again I squirmed. This woman had it all. She was drop dead gorgeous; I'd heard the stories of men fighting over her; hell I'd seen one of the fights- it was vicious. But it had got the guys nowhere. She just wasn't interested in that sort of guy. But it wasn't just that she was as sexy as Sharon Stone was in the old movies; no, she was intelligent as Sharon Stone still is. I knew, I just knew, it was her who was behind many of the changes the reform group wanted to make. After all only a woman would want women to be treated as people not as sex objects; after all only a woman would suggest women should be able to use their initiative
“And that's where you failed, “the dark side hissed. Sadly it was right just again.
“You're quiet Peccavi,”
“Yes Meg, I've nothing to say.”
“That's an improvement.” Meg nodded, “No more excuses, no more back answering. You’re learning from Deb, she accepted she did wrong, she didn't try to argue”
I bit my tongue. It was easier for Deb, I'd been in charge, Meg had said, “Will your girl has to earn your sergeant's patch just as you do. “
I just knew Deb would have done the same as me. It had been so good, just so good, when we'd been told that no one in our 'strip' was off limits any more. Deb had nudged me at the chapter meeting, I knew Deb had the same idea as me-we could squeeze Arka Fuller's sister. We'd looked at Arka, sitting in the chair, furious, red faced, hating what was happening, but for now powerless to stop it. Meg's guy, no not just him, the whole reform group, had won his first battle.
For ages Arka's sister- Roma Fuller had escaped paying protection money, she had escaped the 'gifts' we extracted from the other businesses in the strip She wasn't the only one, anyone who was friendly with the hierarchy had been safe. But not after that meeting.
I thought we had done Meg Rivers orders. Of course we didn’t know the whole story, the reform group was too smart for that. They had divided their supporters into cells, groups of maybe three bikers and their women. The leadership group told each cell what they wanted it to know. And no more. New recruits were sent to a new cell and we were not to talk to them about what the reform group wanted.
So what else could Deb and I do? We’d been told that from now on, no one escapes the protection payments. No one. So into Roma Fuller’s place we went. Even then that night in the bar, with Meg Rivers glaring at me, I could only just resist smiling at the memory of Roma Fuller's face when Deb and I strode into her bar, telling her to pay up. She hadn’t believed me when I told her that the party’s over
So I demonstrated the new policy. On her face and gut. Sobbing and bleeding, she’d agreed. Just for good measure, I told Deb to bust up the place. She did, but not too bad. Mostly some glasses which made a horrid mess and of course, she pocketed some of the spirits.
So afterwards, I was feeling good about what we’d done. Deb just shook her head. “You should have been smarter Jenn. Instead of creaming your jeans over the beating you laid out on her, you should have used your brain and planted a bug. We could have gotten good surveillance on the joint. Remember, I told you that her brother uses that place for meetings. Why did the cell send you on that surveillance course?” God damn it, she was right.
And of course a listening post was what Meg and the reformers had wanted. I'd worked that out just as soon as I'd reported what I'd done. I'd expected the Meg among them to be pleased, I was shocked to find they weren't, Meg least of all. .
“Jesus Jenn, we spent good money to have that ex counter-intelligence guy come in and give us some training. What, you were thinking about who you were gonna fuck that night so you didn’t pay attention?”
I tried to argue my case but she wasn’t having it. I’d been stupid enough to remind them that it had been me that had suggested how they could make sure only their supporters got promoted. I'd read the club rules which required a review committee to approve promotions and bonuses, and it also ' reviewed' anyone with rank below chapter vice president to see if they would retain their rank. No one had ever paid any attention to who was on it. I didn't think it had ever met. But it was in the rules- and not just the chapter either, but the national club. I'd told Bethen - Meg's guy to make sure they elected a majority tithe review committee. They did, and they controlled who was sergeant, who ran what racket.
And that night I reminded Meg that . She punched me in the gut. I was still doubled over gasping when she added “You failed and that reflects on your man. I told you that both of you have to succeed for him to advance.”
At that point Deb put in “I’m sorry and I’m sure that Jenn is too. Give us another chance and we’ll do better. I promise.”
But according to the review committee we didn’t. And again I got the blame. And yet this time I had shown initiative. In fact the whole idea was largely mine. The reform group wanted some publicity stunt that would show that the Deerhunters were not the criminal biker gang everyone thought.
I had the brainwave that we would remove graffiti and plant shrubs and trees; that way I told the leadership cell, not only will the area look better, the shopkeepers and other business people would be get a tax deduction for the ‘protection money’; Deerhunters would issue invoices for “streetscape works, we’d get a lot of good publicity and a legitimate source of income so the IRS wouldn’t be on our case.
It all worked well. We got local kids involved, some of the bikers even worked in with the schools remedial reading program, we got one of the County Commissioners to rededicate a park we had cleaned up and installed swings and other play equipment. And Meg Rivers and her guy got great photo op posing in the front of a team of workers- Deb, her guy Joe, Will me and some kids from the projects. They even got on the TV news. All looked so good. I began to think I’d redeemed myself.
Then is all went to hell. About a week before this blow up at the bar, Deb and I were driving home from work. Yeah we have day jobs. The new biker regime still paid shit for wages, just like any other business these days. Screw the workers and rake the profits for the top 1%. So, were driving home and we saw these kids ripping up our trees and tagging the freshly painted walls.
We stopped. We got out , Deb ran into the park and grabbed one of the kids, I heard the kid scream as Deb pounded into him. I ran after the two kids with the spray cans- one was a girl one was a boy, they were both about 16 or so. They wore jeans and leather jackets I just knew they thought they were tough. I tackled the boy, who fell in a heap and went after the girl. She pointed the spray can at me, I just knew she wanted to spray aerosol paint in my eyes. I ducked my head and dived at her, grabbing her about the waist. She banged the base of the can into the back of my neck. I swore, it hurt bad and worse it almost dazed me, my head rang, I shook it, trying to get rid of the cobwebs. I let go of her waist and tried to grab her arm. I managed to bang her wrist against the wall she’d been tagging, she dropped the can, it rolled away. She brought her knee up into my tummy; I groaned, staggering back. I didn't need the dark side to remind me I'd been outsmarted by a punk kid But, I snapped back at it, I got the spray can away."Hasn't done much good has it" the inner voice sneered.
The kid, she was skinny, her short blonde hair hadn't been washed for a week or more, pressed her advantage, swinging a low, punch up at my face. I pivoted blocking the blow with my forearm, and stepped back several paces to near a streetlamp.. I looked closer at her, she had tats and a lot of piercings. She came at me fast, too fast; she was eager for the kill; she didn't realise sometimes you had to plan. I sidestepped her and launched a kick to her thigh. She was too committed to her attack to turn, the kick hit hard. She staggered but recovered, turning again to charge. Again I sidestepped, this time she was awake to my move but not to my next step, as she turned towards me, I lashed out with a fist to her face. It hit. I followed it with one to her belly. She groaned, her attack faltered. I attacked again, a swift left right combo- the left to the ribs, the right to her belly had her retreating.
A crunch on the gravel behind me warned me; I spun round to see the kid's boyfriend charging in. I backed away, there was a shop door - recessed a little from the street in an alcove. I stood in the alcove. The boyfriend went to his girl, she hissed something and the two came at me. But they couldn't come together. The girl went first. I guessed she wanted to prove to her guy she could beat me. Foolish bitch. She'd have done far better to regroup. She came in fast, I clobbered her with a kick in the gut. She folded, doubling over. I didn't give her a chance, grabbing her hair, pulling her upright and kicking her in the gut again. I flung her against the wall. She slid to her knees.
Her guy came in. again too fast and too furious, a whirl of fists and kicks, no skill, no attempt to seek his target. A few of his blows hit, the drawback of the alcove was it gave little room to evade someone. But he didn't defend. I slammed a fist on his jaw. He dropped back, his arms up belatedly in defence, opening his belly to a quick hard kick. Just like his girl he couldn't take the kick. He too doubled over, I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him head first into the wall. He dropped.
Just then Deb appeared, "You've done well Jenn!"
Did you doubt me?" I cackled as the kids lay groaning. "Time we finished them off!" I grabbed the spray can, painted the tag of another gang and we left the scene, just in time to see a police squad car cruise by.
And it was that squad car that got us into trouble. The police decided the graffiti gangs must be fighting and started patrolling the area so heavily that the Deerhunters had trouble running their other rackets, no one would deal drugs, no one would do anything that gave the gang some money. And I got blamed. The dark side reminded me that I'd boasted of how well Deb and I had done with the taggers. If I'd shut up, the situation would have been the same , but I'd not have been blamed.
"You' re still sullen aren't you?" Meg's words snapped me back to the present.
"No, Meg, I was thinking." I blushed. "I'm sorry if it seemed I wasn't paying attention." I groped for some straw to save myself. "I was thinking how I can do better in the future." I knew that sounded weak, hell it was weak, but it was the best I could do.
It wasn't good enough. "You'd better do more than just think, you'd better practice You need to improve a long way before he" she pointed to Will "comes up for confirmation. She turned on her heel and looked at Deb, “Your guy- Joe isn’t it- should apply for a sergeant’s patch, I’m sure you and he together would make a great team.”
It was so unfair, Joe had done nothing, Will had bent over backwards to help the new regime. I had done so much for them. I’d scared Arka’s sister – so everyone knew his family wasn’t protected anymore, I’d got the vote in that had elected Meg’s guy to chapter Vice president, I’d helped them purge the enforcer team of most of the thug element; but all that didn’t count.
Meg walked away. She’d finished her lecture and wasn’t going to let me have the last word. That was the point. She was the boss and I wasn’t. She’d made her point and everyone in the bar knew it.
I turned to Deb, "Why is Meg so bitchy?"
"She's the boss" the dark side told me. "and you're just crap."
Deb had a different answer, "She's disappointed in you, as she said, you and Will need to succeed. She thought you had it in you. I know you do! You just got to show it."
"Yes but how?" I got a drink came back and sat down with Deb.
"You see that Floga girl over there?" Deb nudged me. "she calls herself ' sweet' Ilsa."
"Oh, and what's it to do with me?"
"she's been running down the mayor, the Symphony, the Opera, the whole of the city- she says we are barbarians."
"And?" I shrugged my shoulders, I wasn't very cultured then; today Deb might have got a different response.
"Listen...she's running down everything."
I listened and she just didn’t have a nice word to say about Chicago-from the climate and the industries, to the CTA and the people; but when she started on the Hawks she went too far. She whined about how they had not won a Stanley Cup for decades- this was before the Cup returned to Chicago in 2009- and she whined about the fans. Deb nudged me again but she needn't have. This girl had my ire up. "Hey, you, we go to watch our team play. That's what fans do, they go to support their team. Sure if they win its great but we go, we just go, to support out team. Anyway what do you know about ice hockey?"
Ilsa smiled, "Not a lot. But I know enough not to pay $50 a ticket to watch a team lose. What's the Wolves' motto? Something like 'We play the old fashioned way . We win' "
I was stewing, I just knew my face was flushed, but I was determined to keep my cool. I shoved the dark side back in its box and said "My family have been Hawks fans for generations. It's called loyalty. It’s like flying the flag, you might criticise the US of A in private but in public we are right behind the nation."
"Well, perhaps, but then my family hasn't been here that long."
"Yeah that's obvious, you are a Floga bitch- all the Floga's are migrants. " Deb snapped.
Why I wondered was Deb so antsy with Ilsa, I tried to keep it calm. "So where are you from?"
"Riga"
"Latvia." that was one up to me, I just knew she didn't expect me to know where that was.
"Yup the capital and the only ice free port on the Baltic."
"Oh, and what about Copenhagen?" I was going to show her I really did know my stuff.
"That's on the Kattegat, it’s not on the Baltic"
"Oh yeah?" I stared at her.
"Yeah" she looked back at me.
I raised my voice " Anyone got an atlas here?" There was no answer, "Anyone know anything about Denmark?"
"Yes." It was Karl Sundenberg, not only did he know about Denmark his grandparents were Danish. "And Sweet Ilsa is right, Copenhagen is on the Kattegat -it's the strait connecting the North and the Baltic seas."
I ground my teeth. Ilsa smiled, I just knew she was pleased she'd bested me. Deb nudged me, "You can't let a Floga girl show you up like that!"
I glared at Deb, whispering "Shut up, I'm thinking!" I raised my voice, "Karl, Why do you call her "sweet Ilsa"
He didn’t answer but Ilsa giggled.
" In fact both you dumb bitches are wrong" Ilsa and I turned as one- we couldn't have done better if we'd been chorus girls in a Busby Berkeley musical. The speaker went on "Kallingrad- formerly Konigsberg in East Prussia - is also ice free." The speaker a Floga guy turned on his heel and walked off.
"So you were both wrong" Deb sneered.
Again I wondered what had got her so angry. I shrugged, I had enough to worry about; I felt stupid, I turned to Ilsa, she was as red faced as I felt. "So what is a "sweet" girl doing in a nasty place like this?" Perhaps I could recover some cred, perhaps I could even defuse the tension..
Ilsa giggled again. I just knew she was nervous, s he'd been shown up just like I had been. She looked at me." Defending all that is right with the world"
I just knew she was making fun of me, no biker’s bitch would ever say that and mean it. I gritted my teeth but tried to make light of it. "That won’t get you far here!
She giggled again . "Or having fun and some drinks with my friends, shooting the breeze with anyone who'll listen, whichever is easier. I heard you talking before about gardening and furniture."
"She's giving you an easy out, take it, use your brain for once" the dark side was speaking sense, and for a change I agreed with it.
“Yes, I take after my mom, she wins prizes for her flowers; I’ve only got a small apartment but I’m growing potted plants, on the balcony, roses at the side of the block. And I’m looking after the gardens at the club lodge. “
“You sound a better person than me, perhaps you’re sweeter than me! Perhaps they should call you “nice Jenn’” Ilsa replied
I smiled, perhaps this would end well.
Of course Deb had to spoil it."Jenn isn't exactly a nice person herself. Nah, she's a mean bitch who likes nothing better than fighting and drinking. The flower talk, the furniture restoration and the politics are just camouflage."
One of the Floga guys added, “Nah, she’s a nasty bitch, she loves taking other women apart. She’s tough, mean and, ‘he paused to look at Will then at me “she fucks around.” The outside door behind him swing open and Meg Rivers came back in She looked over at us, I just knew she heard the commotion But I could crawl to her later; right now I had more urgent things to worry about. I glared at the Floga guy, he turned and I saw he wore a chapter president's rank patches. he looked back at me. "trash!"
"Bawon knows you girl" Meg said
I squirmed, glancing across at Will. He was red-faced, shifting from one foot to the other. He looked at the floor. He tried to chuckle, "Jenn is my treasure!"
Looking back I don’t think there was ever a moment I was more nearly in love with him than right then. He stood up for me, in front of the bikers, in front of the gang leaders.
The Floga chapter president-Bawon I guessed- cut him down to size. "trashy treasure for trash- yeah petty crims the both of you- yes I see your bitch has an enforcer's badge, she collects debts as well as guys. And you, provisional sergeant. that's all you'll ever be." He turned to Meg. "You're scraping the barrel with those two."
"They are ok, they do as they are told." Meg smiled coldly. She looked at me that cold, bitter look that put me right in my place. " Don’t you Peccavi?”
I nodded, biting my tongue. I tried to make some conversation with the Floga girl. “and I restore furniture, one of the perks of being an enforcer is you
Meg cut me off. "Of course , Ilsa is no better. why she's even proud of it. She wears the badge!" .
Ilsa looked at Meg.. "That badge may not mean what you think but hey I'll let it pass for now." She was trying to keep her cool too.
"As I was saying,” I returned to my conversation, “one of the perks of being an enforcer is that you can pick up bargains, -but then anyone can if you look hard enough. The other day"
This time Deb cut me off. "What are you going on about Jenn? This girl", she pointed at Ilsa, "was running down the Hawks, the whole city."
I turned to her "So?"
Deb elbowed my ribs. "Since when have you been a peacemaker?" she hissed softly. "Why, you wouldn't be scared would you?”
She said it softly , but loudly enough that Meg heard. I just know she used my trick of a stage whisper.
Meg looked like a wasp had stung her. “What, Jenn scared, vermin like that” she stuck her thumb out in Ilsa’s direction, “doesn’t scare Jenn. She’s fearless in the face of the likes of her. The only type that makes her blanch is people with power. She doesn’t fear them, just their power and what it can do to her.
"She's right of course, you're shit scared of Meg and the rest of the hierarchy. They make you squirm. They know you're lowlife, and they use you as cannon fodder. " the dark side dug deep
Meg turned back to Deb, "But you’re right, Jenn isn’t normally a peacemaker, Jenn fights. She likes to fight. She’s a bully. So," she turned to me, "is Deb right? And if not why are you so weak tonight.?"
I burned, I just knew Deb had some reason to taunt me, but what? Did she really think her Joe would become a sergeant? Was she just out to get me cuz she'd been shamed by the reform group? Or why else was my friend out to get me?
The darks side sneered, "Friend? Who do you think you're kidding. At best an ally."
"I am not scared , I am trying to be peaceable. I thought you were trying for a new face to the chapter, we were to be good neighbours."
"Not to Floga vermin."
"That's twice she's called you vermin" Bawon pushed Ilsa. " You can't stand and take that shit." I looked at Ilsa, she was as angry as flushed as I was.
Whatever chance I’d had before Meg spoke again of calming her down had gone. She was red faced, her fists clenched. “So, flower girl, the difference between you and I is I fight for the good things, you just fight””she paused before adding, “and fucks.”.”
Meg tapped the floor with her foot. She looked at me. I glanced from her to Will and back to Ilsa. “You know Meg expects you to fight Ilsa, She’d say you’d been dishonoured.” the dark side was right. And I’d tried so hard to avoid this. Ilsa too, we both knew we were being pushed into this fight, neither of us wanted it, but what could we do? Will would lose any chance he had of promotion if I just walked out. I just knew this was Meg's way of testing me- yet again; but why this way, and why was Deb pushing? "It's simple, Deb wants Joe to be sergeant, if you fuck up here, he had more chance.." The dark side told me, "and perhaps she's had a run in with this Ilsa bitch before."
llsa snorted. “She’s calling you out girl ”Meg hissed.
I
I looked at Ilsa, her boobs all but spilling over her low cut blouse on the lapel of which she had sewn a cloth badge ; I pointed at it and snorted, “Yah likely story- as Meg said, your badge says it all -.slut pride – you’re just waiting to get screwed.”Yeah, I’d lost my temper and with it any remote chance of calming things again. I just knew I should have bitten off the comment but it was too late. And anyway she was the sort of hot blonde I liked to fight. All the guys drooled over her.
She looked me straight in the eye. “ Pride is pride flower girl, have you got a problem? Let’s see if I can’t help ya resolve it."
I brushed my hair back as I closed on her. Things had just gone too far to back out now. And my body tingled as it always did before a fight. As I closed on Ilsa. I sized up Ilsa as a fighter, not just as a Floga slut, she was about two inches shorter than me, slimmer, blonde, she looked fit.
She circled, bouncing on the balls of her feet, her fists up high, protecting her face. I lunged forward, feinting with a high jab aimed to distract her. I muttered, “your fists are up keep them there” and she did as I fired a left fist at her oh so slim tummy
The bitch slid to the side and avoided my punch at her face, swinging her hips to the left she made some room and by pushing her right down she parried my body shot. She lashed out , her palm struck my face. It hit, it didn’t do much damage,- slaps rarely do but it infuriated me. She had avoided both my blows, she had landed hers on me. Was I fighting out of my league- some super bitch who’d just destroy me. The dark side reminded me it was just too late to think of that now. Perhaps she was the sort of girl who didn't want to hurt her enemy. Perhaps she knew she was better than I was and she was telling me that. Perhaps she was taunting me. Whatever, I wasn't going to win this fight worrying like this.
I
“Go get her Jenn” Meg cheered me on.
Ilsa smirked at Meg; maybe only momentarily, but I just knew she’d smirked. And so did Meg, she looked at Ilsa “Something wrong?”
Lakwa, turned to Meg “”I hear a wager. What do you bet on your bitch?”
Meg smiled coldly, her teeth flashed, What did you have in mind first?"
"Your bitch wins, you get my bike, if Ilsa wins, I get you for a night." . Lakwa continued “Neither of us can interfere. The “sluts must rely on her own talents and cunning”
Meg nodded “:Understandable, and what happens to the losing slut?'"
“Oh they get to have some fun- they get strapped to their guy's bike and gangbanged by the winner's club-"
I closed determined to put Ilsa off balance, and aimed a hard punch below her impressive rack Again Ilsa dropped under my punch, she rolled past to my right, with a cocky look on her face she got up again faster than I thought possible,.
:" Very well, I accept Meg replied to Lawka and turned to me. “”: Don't let me down Peccavi!”
“What gave Rivers the right to decide a forfeit for me?”I gritted my teeth. I knew the answer, she was a Vice President’s woman. I, as she had reminded me earlier on, was nothing. They were the rules.
I told myself I had to keep cool, that now was not the time to question biker culture, but couldn’t help cursing this apparent superwoman. I launched a kick aimed at Ilsa’s thigh just before she was fully upright. It hit, she grunted and stepped back. Breathing with relief that I had finally struck, I stepped forward,. Realising her not so clever twisting and turning had got her hemmed in, and with one eye on the bar behind her, I stepped closer still, launching a punch aimed at her upper tummy; even if it didn’t hit it would shepherd Ilsa into the bar.
She tried to circle, she was too slow the belly blow landed. She gasped.
“Put your learning to good use. Use your instincts,” Lakwa encouraged Ilsa "Deep breathes to absorb the pain. Then pounce. You can do it””
Meg was blunt, “Get some mongrel in ya gorgeous.”
Ilsa tried to circle, but she didn’t have much room. I heard another gasp, perhaps she was weaker than I thought. I hammered another punch combo, left to her kidneys, right to her midsection.
“Do it, Hard slogging from a slogging bitch. “ Meg hissed
They hit, Ilsa grunted, her hands went to my shoulders, she faltered, she stepped back then pushed forward. She dropped her hands and swung punches aimed at my belly. I couldn’t avoid them but she didn’t seem to have much force, they didn’t affect me as much as belly blows usually did. I retaliated pounding her mid section. We stood toe to toe for perhaps 40 seconds, pounding each other with punches. I just knew I was winning, I knew it from her gasps and groans, from her shudders when my punches hit home; more than anything else I just knew it from her eyes. Fear oozed from them. She faltered, her blows weakened, they hurt less. All this time we had been pounding I had edged her back till she had nowhere to go. She had hit the bar. . She gasped, her face white
She seemed to falter, to sway, her body sagged a little- I just knew her knees were giving way. I glared at her, savouring her fear, sniffing her growing desperation.
Her hands clutched my shoulders as I closed again, she pushed hard, I stayed firm, planting my feet on the floor- I just knew the bitch couldn’t begin to shift me. I smiled, I pushed back, she faltered. And then she slammed her knee up into the pit of my belly.
“You overconfident idiot,” the dark side jeered “you just can’t take it in the gut!”
I groaned, staggered back and tried to regroup. I stood breathing hard, sweating, my face red and flushed.
Lakwa cheered his proxy “That is how you fight vixen”
Ilsa drove forward, I parried her blows, blocking some with my fists, deflecting others, weaving and dodging her attack. Sure some got through but not enough to do a lot of damage. She seemed to sense her surge had faltered. She ducked to my left, I punched her, it didn’t hit squarely but it made her gasp, I sent another, landing square on her breast bone it checked her attack. She swayed a little; she tried to thrust her elbows into my sides as she moved to my left again. She was a little slower, my blows had hurt her. She was buying time. I wasn’t going to give her any and sent another hard punch, slamming towards her right; confident she was going to move to my left again. Instead she had moved to the right, my punch hit the air and she impaled my belly on her knee. I felt the air whoosh from my lungs. I staggered back my arms windmilling. She swung her foot up, trying for a finisher- a kick to my chest. I grabbed her ankle, deflecting the blow and raising her knee painfully into the air. I grabbed her foot with my other hand, starting to twist it when she threw herself at me, her whole weight slamming into me. Her shoulder hit just below mine, I held onto her leg, and tried to fling the other around her. I clung to her to stop falling.
She seemed surprised she hadn’t floored me- she just stood there for a few vital seconds. I steadied myself and tightened my grip around her waist and on her ankle. I was going to toss the bitch to the ground. Instead she slapped her right hand on my left ear. IT wasn’t as bad as being slapped over both ears but it still disoriented me. With both my hands holding her there was nothing I could have done to stop her except let go of her. And that I had to anyway when she shoved at me. My head rang. But at least I had knocked her off balance; I saw I’d done more than that, she stumbled, she almost fell.
Breathing hard- I felt my belly rise and fall as I sucked in air and muttering curses- I just knew if I had more puff I could have finished her off, I retreated to regroup. She got to her feet, her eyes gleaming; she could see I was tiring. She circled moving to the right, then left, closing on me with each step. I let her, hoping to lull her, then first a solid right punch to her navel, a left aimed at her right side.
I heard Meg,”Jenn’s a slugger maybe not that fast, but solid hitting.
Ilsa's small but she's very much a gladiator" Bawon replied “she’s worn your girl down.”
I groaned, how true that was. Still, I just knew that those punches had had to hurt the Floga slut. She had rolled back gasping, now she came forward, sidestepping, pivoting on her right leg as if stepping past me, I followed, turning towards her, straight into a kick aimed at my ribs.
“S-shit! Did I even hit her?" I gasped; hopping back at the last moment to grab her ankle. I just knew I was slower, I hoped I’d get her, but she had sent a left jab to my face. It hit, my head rocked back and not only did her foot hit my side I missed grabbing it. Ilsa launched a right elbow; I ducked under it, hunkered down to a crouch and fired two fists at her tummy. She gasped, stepped back but before I could capitalise she attacked –a right cross, another kick to my body. They both hit, I reeled back, my arms flying up, she hammered my belly with a punch that took almost all the air from my lungs. I slumped, she swung her elbow, it crashed into my temple. I slumped again- this time to my knees.
But I was not finished yet, as she closed, clearly trying to end the fight there and then I swung my head back then forward, crashing it into her tummy.
She faltered, rocked back on her heels and brought her hands up defensively. I threw myself forward, trying to tackle her, hoping to grab her legs behind her knees. I was nearing my limit, my body was so hurt, so battered, so aching, that I just knew if I didn’t put her away, she’d finish me. I knew too that I was so slow now.
She retreated, but I grabbed one leg, she fell, she rolled as she hit the floor, she squirmed out of my grasp and we both got to our feet. “Bitch" I hissed at her as Laksa cheered his woman.
Ii stepped up, hoping to pound Ilsa as I did earlier, my left aimed at her midsection, my right for her boobs. I was panting and gasping, I knew I was all but done in.
My blows hit, she staggered, she raised her knee, she kicked at my belly.
"Oh fuck" the knee sank into my belly. I dropped to my knees. “”Oh god, oh god.”I groaned as I clutched my gut.
Ilsa lunged forward, her arm circled my neck, she crashed into me and pulled me down.
Meg gasped “Oh No! The finisher!” as I went over on my side.
Ilsa rolled me onto my back. I tried to grab her, I failed she tightened her grip on my head as she lay on me trapping me beneath her. I spat at her face, there was nothing more I could do. She yanked my head up then slammed it on the floor. For a moment my body went limp. I groaned.
Ilsa straddled me, her butt on my belly, “We're done? “She cackled as she wrapped her hand in my hair.
“No more. No more please” I begged sobbing in pain and humiliation.
“Strip the slut” Laksa demanded.
“Stand up” Ilsa prodded me with her foot.
Slowly, unwillingly, knowing what was about to happen, I got up. I stood like a cow about to be butchered as Ilsa smirking, pranced around. “Off with the top”: she demanded, then as I pulled it off she held out my hand. I knew what I had to do and gave it to her, she tossed it to someone, I didn’t see whom
. And then my bra and jeans and panties. I looked at Will, then at Meg, I looked away. I’d done more than lose the fight and losing to a Floga slut was bad enough- even without the wager Meg had agreed to. I had let them both down.
Ilsa made me parade around the bar, she slapped my ass repeatedly. She pushed me out side, her friends helped her tie me to Will’s bike, so that I lay belly up, my back against the seat, my hands and feet tied to the wheels, my legs spread wide apart.
And I got fucked till I ached.
“Days later I ran into her in a bar. "You could have had your gang fuck my ass, but you had me tied belly up. At least that was kind of you. Maybe they are right , you are 'sweet" Ilsa," I bought her a drink.
She replied, “Flower girl, I’m not stupid and I figured you weren’t either. I didn’t want to have you as an enemy for life and I figured that you would recognize that I did you a favour.” I smiled and bought the rest of the rounds that night as we talked about things and how they needed to change
my thanks to all who helped me make this a half way decent story
