So, Gemma likes to push girls around, huh? A real bully, that’s what she is, so I hear. Well, she’s gonna be here in a minute and maybe I can give her a taste of her own medicine and show her what it feels like to be bullied. I mean, I can be doing a service for little girls everywhere. Am I right? Or am I right?
Yeah, you all know me. My name is Harry and I’m six feet tall and weigh 200 pounds……that’s 200 pounds of solid manhood, y’know? I mean, jeez, am I tough or what? Fuckin’ ay!
Okay, I know that Harry is an old-fashioned name, but it ain’t my fault I got it. It was my fuckin’ old man that gave it to me. His name was Harry, too, but don’t think I didn’t beat the shit out of him for giving me his name, ‘cause I did. It ain’t the only thing I beat him up for, either. I also knocked the shit out of my Mom and younger brother. When you got muscles like I do, you use your fists to make your point, y’know? Might makes right.
So, here I am waiting for Gemma to walk in here. The damn place looks like a grand ballroom. I wanted her to meet me in the old warehouse outside of town but she insisted we meet here. I told her I wanted to make out with her in private, y’know? I told her I’m always ready for a little kissin’ and a little feelin’ up, figuring she wouldn’t agree to come…..but then, she said okay. I mean, I’m as romantic as the next fucker, but if she’s dumb enough to agree to meet up in a place where she’ll be alone with me, she gets what she deserves. The little girl don’t know what she’s in for.
To tell you the truth, at first I was gonna just make out with the bitch, y’know? I mean, she is one fine piece of ass, that’s for sure. But then I decided I’ll beat the shit out of her after we finish smooching. I mean, why can’t I do both, right? Heh, heh, heh.
Two minutes later, she comes walking in the room. The first thing that strikes me is how she is one good-lookin’ broad, y’know? She’s only 5’3, but tough lookin’ just the same, with those tattoos all over her arms and upper body. But man, that is one sweet face above them tattoos, that’s for rootin’ tootin’ sure. She’s smiling as nice as can be as she walks toward me, her arms reaching for me, her eyes shining…..and her mouth looking so fuckin’ kissable that I get ready to plant a big, fat lip-lock on ‘em.
But just as I get ready to hug her little ass, her eyes suddenly turn mean and a sneer appears on her face. I see her arm draw back as she gets close to me and although my lightning-quick brain knows she’s getting ready to punch me, she’s too fast for me to prevent it and her fist pounds into my stomach. I double over in pain and Gemma grabs me by the shoulders and slams me back against the wall……hard.
“You stupid prick,” sneers Gemma. “Did you really think I was coming here to make out with you? You’re a pathetic, fuckin’ loser, Harry, and the only reason I came is to beat the living shit out of you.”
I try to answer but the breath has been knocked out of me and I can’t talk. Gemma gives me an evil-lookin’ smile and winds up again. This time, she punches me squarely in the face and knocks me down, my back still to the wall. I mean, I don’t want to go down, y’know? A second ago, I was standing almost a foot taller than Gemma, and now this bitch is standing over me, lookin’ down with a smile on her face. I figure I can stand up and take her down, but when I try to get up, I realize she hit me harder than I thought, and my body doesn’t obey what my mind wants to do. As I struggle to rise, Gemma laughs out loud at me, making my fuckin’ heart sink, y’know? It’s the sound of a woman who knows she’s got everything under control. How did everything go wrong so fast?
So I sit there and wait to see what she’s gonna do. Gemma starts toward me and my eyes are fixed only on her, so I’m surprised when I realize that someone else is in the room.
“What the hell is going on here?” calls a sharp, female voice.
I know the voice. It’s Kayla. She’s no friend of mine and she damn sure ain’t no friend of Gemma’s. As two of the sharpest-lookin’ girls in town, there’s always been friction between them. As I look at her, I see that she’s with Marie. The little blonde shit is so small that I missed seeing her at first. I mean, she’s under five feet tall and I didn’t think anyone that small could even exist, y’know?
At any rate, Marie stands back and says nothing, apparently content to let Kayla handle whatever needs to be done.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Kayla?” snarls Gemma, annoyed at being interrupted in her beating of Harry.
“I heard you were getting ready to bully someone, Gemma,” replied Kayla, “and I’m sick and tired of it. Usually, you pick on the stronger gender: women. But today, I was told you were going after the weaker sex and I didn’t want to let you torture some poor guy.”
“It’s none of your business, Kayla” sneered Gemma. “Get the fuck out of here or I’ll beat the shit out of you and Marie after I finish off Harry.”
“Ah,” cooed Kayla, a knowing glance on her beautiful face, “That was the wrong thing to say, you sleek bitch.” Looking down at me, Kayla says; “Harry, I’m going to take care of Gemma but I don’t want you to think I’m doing it for you. Right now, the best thing for you to do is to get out of here and let me take care of the business you should have taken care of yourself. In the future, if you want someone beaten up, leave the job to a woman ……so it gets done properly.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. My insides were churning with upset. I had just been knocked down by a girl…..a
girl…..who’s half my fuckin’ size and now another girl is tellin’ me to get out of the way so she can finish what I should have finished. I had no idea what to do next, so I got up and stood with my back to the wall and watched as Kayla turned to Gemma. Kayla was taller but Gemma had a fierce reputation for fighting, which is something I knew but never appreciated until I felt how hard she could punch. I wondered if Kayla knew what she was lettin’ herself in for but as soon as they met in the middle of the room and started whaling on each other, I could understand why Kayla had always been considered the toughest girl in town. She knew how to fight, you know what I’m sayin’? Instead of just being a hard puncher, she knew the science of fighting.
Gemma came raging in without caution, looking to punch Kayla’s lights out. If I saw someone coming in on me like that, I would cover up to prevent being hit. Instead of doing that, Kayla timed Gemma’s charge and threw a straight right hand shot that slammed Gemma high on the cheekbone. Gemma’s own momentum carried her into the punch and made it doubly effective. Gemma’s head rocked back and forth and I abso-fuckin’-lutely couldn’t understand how she stayed on her feet. I’ve seen guys land clean shots on each other but I’ve never seen a punch land that hard on a girl.
Upon landing the punch, Kayla stepped back and waited for her enemy to fall. Seeing that it wasn’t going to happen, Kayla felt a moment of grudging respect for Gemma.
“Tough bitch,” whispered Kayla.
In spite of the brief admiration she felt for Gemma, Kayla knew better than to waste any more time when faced with such a dangerous opponent. She began ramming fists to Gemma’s head and body, some being whistling shots that sliced her foe’s face and some being bludgeoning punches that thudded into Gemma’s tortured body.
Gemma tried to punch back, but she was clearly overmatched. She kept wading forward, trying to get a clean shot at Kayla, who countered with devastating punches that hit their target every time. Alternating shots between Gemma’s head and body, Kayla was causing incredible damage.
Meanwhile, I still wanted to do something more than watch two girls fight it out. I’m a man, for gosh sakes, and I don’t like feelin’ the way I’m feelin’ now. At the same time, I know I can’t win if I fight Gemma, ‘cause she just proved that. But what am I supposed to do……go after Kayla? She’s beating up the girl who just kicked my ass!
The answer then came to me. There was little Marie standin’ in the far corner of the room, watching her friend Kayla beat the shit out of Gemma. Smilin’ a bit to myself, I walked across the room and grabbed Marie, who didn’t see me coming because she was busy watching her lover, Kayla.
Oh man, am I smart? I guess so, because I knew this little runt could never stand up to my macho muscles! I grabbed Marie by the throat and slammed the back of her head against the wall. Tears appeared in the twerp’s eyes and I knew I could keep her there as long as I wanted. What a fuckin’ man I am!
Meanwhile, Kayla was still layin’ a beatin’ on her enemy, knocking Gemma down with her punches and giving her a chance to get up again so she could knock her down some more. Kayla was concentrating only on Gemma and was surprised when she heard Marie’s scream coming from behind her. Kayla turned and looked at Marie, unaware until that moment that her friend was being attacked. Then, Kayla’s gaze fell directly on me……and fear came up in my throat at what I read in her eyes.
Kayla attention was momentarily diverted from the fight she was in ……which was all the opening Gemma needed. Seeing Kayla look away, Gemma reared back and delivered a smashing punch to Kayla’s jaw. It was surely the hardest Kayla had ever been punched and she hit the ground with a resounding thud. Gemma wasted no time in rushing at her fallen opponent and viciously stomping Kayla’s body. Kayla was helpless under the onslaught of the raging Gemma.
With Kayla and Gemma occupied in their own war, I decided to torture Marie. When I turned and faced her, the little bitch’s face turned pale. I started pressing my muscular body against her puny one and began squashing her against the wall. Marie was squealing in pain and fear and I was having such an easy time of it that I forgot about Kayla and Gemma. I figured that Gemma was gonna finish off Kayla, and when she did, I would either deal with her…..or I’d run from the room. I mean, I’m strong and brave, but I ain’t stupid.
At least, I thought I wasn’t stupid, but a minute after starting in on Marie, I felt myself being pulled away from her. Someone had grabbed me from behind and I figured it had to be Gemma, right? She must have finished off Kayla and was now coming after me. I thought I had more time; Gemma must have done the job quicker than I thought she could.
When I spun around, though, I saw that it was Kayla that had pulled me off Marie. The look on her face was one of the most scary-assed things I ever saw. I was hurting her lover and she wasn’t gonna let that happen. Before Kayla came after me, I had a second to see Gemma lying on the floor, unconscious. To this day, I don’t know how Kayla managed to turn things around and defeat her, but Gemma was really laid out, you know what I’m sayin’?
I turned back to Kayla and suddenly had the notion I could beat the shit out of her. I mean, I’m bigger and heavier than her and I got muscles that are hard as a fuckin’ rock. Despite what I had just seen in this room, I convinced myself that Kayla couldn’t stand up to a stud like me.
But it was one thing to tell this to myself…..and another thing to convince Kayla. I felt weak in my stomach when I saw her coming in on me. She was just so confident, so self-assured, y’know? I threw the first punch and actually caught her square on the jaw. It was my Sunday-best punch and it could knock out a fuckin’ mule…… but it didn’t knock out Kayla. She stopped for a second and shook her head…….then, my blood froze in my veins as she smiled at me with an evil look in her eyes. I couldn’t fuckin’ believe it!
From there, I had no chance. I kept throwing punches until I couldn’t throw no more. She countered everything; she even caught my fist in mid-air once as I launched a shot at her face. The bitch hit me over and over. Finally, she gave me a knee in the stomach, a crack in the face, a punch in the nose……and a final, vicious uppercut that ended my evening.
What happened after that?.............I’m fucked if I know. When I woke up, it was dark out and the only people still in the room were me and Gemma……both of us still lying on the cold, concrete floor.
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“Gosh, Kayla,” said Marie, “One thing bothers me. Why did you and I show up here in the first place? What reason did we have for being here? ”
“What are you asking me for?” replied Kayla. “You’re the one who wrote this story. Why do
you think we wound up here?”
“Oh,” said Marie. “Well, I guess if we didn’t show up, there would have no one to beat up Harry and Gemma.”
“There you have it.” answered Kayla.
“Gee, Kayla,” said Marie, admiringly. “First you beat up Gemma to save Harry……. then you beat up Harry to save my little ass.”
“Always glad to help, Marie.” smiled Kayla. “Now, let’s go back to your place and see what else I can do to your little ass.
Tee Hee!”
Looking back at the unconscious Gemma and Harry, they grinned at each other and walked out of the room.
