The painful humiliation of Miss Noodles.
By the Masked Writer
Emma leaves her car by the dirt road and walks to the beach using the small trail she knows leads to the small beach by the river. She had known the place for a long time. It is a solitary spot where only a few people go because it is privately owned. But she knows the owner is a company that does not really uses the place and do not mind anybody going there as long as no damage is done.
And all she wants is to get a suntan without exposing herself to the eyes of her neighbours in town. There are inconvenient to live in an apartment. Neighbours are one of them. And there is always a lot of peeping toms when you are a beautiful 28 year-old woman. Emma is 5 ft 3, 110 pounds, light brown hairs, dark eyes and slim. Actually, as much as she hates to admit it she is a bit unhappy with her body. She knows the guys love her trim figure, small butts and small breast but she calls herself “skinnyfat”. Her arms have no muscle tone and she as a little pouch on her stomach. She is always disappointed when she sees herself in the mirror. It’s enough to be flabby, so at least she will try not to be pasty-pale in summer.
After all she has plenty of time available since she stopped going at the gym. Why not drive out of town and get a good suntan, all by herself, breading a book at a nice spot while listening to music ?
And after a short walk, she is there. A small beach, about 500 ft long near the river, surrounded by wood and no houses on the other side, so no voyeurs.
She drops her bag on the sand and takes off her white T-shirt, then her shoes and her blue shorts, revealing a lot of white skin, keeping only her black bikini. She take her beach towel out of her bags, extends it on the sand, take her smartphone, pump up the volume and the music starts to play.
She then sits on the towel, take out of her bag her sunscreen bottle and begins to rub it on her body. She takes off her bikini top and rubs her frail shoulders, her soft arms, her rather flabby stomach, her beautiful perky breast, then her legs and rub it thoroughly and vigouroulsy, making her soft flesh quiver. Then she lies down, closing her eyes under her sunglasses, just listening to he jazz.
Emma has been a good twenty minutes, eyes closed, soaking in the sun and keeping the beat with her finger when the sound of a familiar voice makes her feel a chilling vibration shiver up her spine.
-“Well, ain’t it Miss Noodles?”
Emma’s eyes opens instantly. And she rises up on her elbows.
There she is. The very reason Emma had quit going to the gym. Gerrie. All five feet and 125 pounds of amazing blonde beauty. Gerrie made men turn their head everywhere she went. Not that there was any men around. Or anybody. Which made the whole thing even scarier for Emma.
Gerrie is a regular customer at the gym. She is stout but all in curves and muscular, with long blond hair. And she loathed those she called “weaklings”. And Emma was one of those. It was the very reason she had been to the gym in the first place. Emma was never strong but, in particular, she never had any strength in her arms. One day she was at a family dinner and there was a big coffee pot on the table. Her 70 year old aunt Betty was sitting right in front of Emma. She took some coffee and offered the pot to her niece who took it... and had to put it back on the table, being unable to lift it from her position, with extended arms. She had to get up on her feet and lift it with both hands to help herself with the coffee. Her young cousin Luke asked her if she had hurt herself recently and she answered :
-“No, I just never had any strength in my arms.” The cousin touched her biceps and said :
-“Yeah there is nothing there, really.” And he began to make fun of her for the rest of the day. That is when Emma decided to go to the gym. And at the gym she met Gerrie. The blonde girl did not like to see the boys paying attention to this cute girl. It was the first time any woman in the gym was as beautiful as she was. A rival. So she turned mean, laughing when she saw how little Emma could lift while doing curls or on the bench press. She said :
-“Your arms are like boiled spaghettis : white and toneless !” And she started calling her “Miss Noodles”. At first it was just jokes and teases, but with time, it turned into pushing Emma around, playing tricks and showing everybody how weak she was. Emma did not dare to face Gerrie and, actually, she was scared of her. She tried to complain to the gym’s owner but, the gym sponsored Gerrie in crossfit competitions. The strong beauty was a much too good publicity for his gym. He was not going to do anything to Gerrie. So, eventually, Emma stopped going to the gym.
Now Gerrie is here, dressed in athletic shorts and tanktop. She obviously had been running in the area and just happened to pass by.
And it is the first time Emma is all alone, face to face with Gerrie. Barefoot and in only a bikini, she never felt so vulnerable. She feels a cold mass in her stomach and struggles with herself trying not to panic.
Gerrie smiles. “So you’re trying to give some color to that pale, flabby body of yours ? Including those tiny flat breast? “
It takes those words to remind Emma that she took her bikini top off. She makes a move to grab it but Gerrie saw her move and is much quicker than she is. The blonde snatch the two small triangles and hold it above her head.
-“C’mon don’t be shy ! Though I would be if I had only those two flabby little things as an excuse for a breast!”
Emma feels the pang she always felt about Gerrie’s bad jokes but now there is no witness so she doesn’t care about creating a fuss. She jumps on her feet, though more clumsily than she would have liked as she staggers. She wants to catch her bikini top but Gerrie holds it away from her, laughing.
-“Oh! There isIs there some fight in that skinny, flabby body, after all?” And she walks in circles, holding the bikini top out of reach of Emma who tries desperately, and clumsily, to catch it. Gerrie’s laugh is the only noise around, except for the jazz music on Emma’s phone. After a while, Gerrie gets bored and throws the bikini top away. It flies like a bird and lands in the branches of a tree.
-“No!” screams Emma who tries to shove Gerrie. The strong blonde doesn’t move an inch. She sneers and shove Emma back, sending her brutally on her derriere, in the sand.
-“What a wimp you are!”
The fall hurts Emma’s lower back and she pales under the fear. But fear morphs into anger and she rises again, red-faced and runs towards the tree, only to be tripped up by the blonde bully. Emma falls on her face and she hardly have time to cushion her fall with both hands. Her face and whole body hit the sand. The air is painfully expelled from her lungs, her breast is scratched and she gets grains of sands in her mouth and eyes.
She writhes in pain, moaning and starts rising on her feet again when Gerrie simply kick her in the butt, sending her face down again. She laughs.
-“Are you crying ? Poor little girl ! You’re pathetic !”
And Emma’s eyes are, indeed full of tears, induced as much by irritation of the sand as by the pain and humiliation. She nevertheless tries to get up again. She still has her left knee on the ground when Gerrie grabs her ankle and pulls brutally, sending Emma face down again. The brunette rolls on her back and tries to kick frantically at her persecutor, who grabs her other ankle and drags the helpless girl in the sand.
Suddenly, the blonde sees Emma’s bag on the ground, near the beach towel. A wicked smile lightens her face and she goes for the bag. She takes it and empty its content on the ground. T-shirt, shoes, shorts, bottle of water, bottle of sunscreen and... car keys.
Emma panics as she sees Gerrie take the car keys and looking around as if searching for something. She then looks at the river and extends her arms backward, deliberately preparing to throw the keys in the river. Emma musters all the energy she has left to scramble on her feet and charge at Gerrie. She is lucky that the blond is not looking at her for an instant as she aimed to throw the keys as far as she can. Emma litteraly spears her opponent in the mid-section, not with enough force to get her down but enough to throw her off-balance and the keys fall in the sand a few feet away. Then Emma tries to go for the keys but an angry Gerrie catches her by her shoulder long brown hair and pulls her back brutally, flinging her on the ground with great force.
Emma sees stars dancing in front her tear-filled eyes and her lungs aches from the air brutally expelled. As she tries to put herself together, she can hear Gerrie’s laugh and, through a veil of tears, see her throwing her things around. The water in the wood, the shoes in the water, the shorts and T-shirt in trees. Then she takes the bottle of sunscreen. Towering over Emma, she opens it and says :
“You really need a suntan to help your rackety body look marginally better !” And she starts pouring the coconut-smelling oil on Emma’s torso, her soft belly, her protruding ribs, her flattened breast and drooping shoulders. Then on her face. The taste of coconut oil in her mouth finally gets Emma tot roll on her belly where she feels the cold liquid on her back. Then, having emptied the bottle, Gerrie throws it in the wood.
“C’mon, Noodles, at least give a try at defending yourself ! You’re such a pipsqueak !... And what’s more a chickenshit!”
Emma gets back on her feet, sluggishly and, mindlessly, rubs her body covered in oil, which makes it shine under the sun. Gerrie comes near her and gives her a light slap in the face. Machinally, Emma puts her hands on her face. Then Gerrie slaps her breast, without putting much force in it but it stings anyway and Emma tries to protect her breast with her arms, leaving her face unprotected. The blonde slaps her on the cheek again. Emma tries to grab Gerrie’s wrist, fails and gets her own wrist caught in the blonde’s hand. Gerrie squeezes her victim’s frail wrist, wresting a cry of pain. Emma uses her other hand to try to break the blonde’s iron grip and can’t even make her react. Then Gerrie uses her other hand to grab Emma’s right boob and twist it. Emma screams and struggles frantically to escape. She falls on her knees but Gerrie forces her back up by pulling on her breast.
Then Emma, made crazy by pain, punches Gerrie in the face. The blow is clumsy and weak but the surprise makes the strong athlete let go of the other girl’s wrist and breast.
Emma’s put her hands on her breast, rubbing the right one to soften the pain but she is pleased to see the shock on her tormentor’s beautiful face. After a second, Gerrie says :
“You punched me!” She grins. “How dare you, miserable wuss !” Then she slaps Emma’s face again. The bare-breasted girl tries to protect her face with her forearms and Gerrie gives her a small punch in the ribs, making a dry noise. The pain gets a scream out of Emma who, suddenly, lashes out and starts punching wildly at Gerrie.
The blonde easily dodges Emma’s clumsy punches and laughs.
“O.K., that’s the spirit, girl, c’mon, show me something!” The sarcasm enrages Emma who tries repeatedly to hit Gerrie, who’s going in circles around her, sneering with contempt. Then the strong beauty simply sends a serious punch on Emma’s right shoulder. Her hard knuckles hits the brunette’s shoulder bones and the pain is such that her arms falls along her body. Again mindlessly she put her left hand on her right shoulder and Gerrie punches her on her left flabby biceps. Then Gerrie again with a left hook in her soft belly. Emma folds in half, her legs give way and she falls on her knee, out of air and bowing down, her forehead touching the sand.
-“Well that was pathetic! What a jelly belly ” she hears Gerrie saying.
Emma slowly gets back on her feet, feeling worn out, and, for an instant, wonders what to do next. Fear takes over and she starts running towards the woods. Gerrie laughs and sprints, easily catching on Emma, overpassing her and then, blocking her the way. Then Emma tries to run around her, only to be blocked again. Again and again she tries while Gerrie starts slapping her on the face, the shoulders, the legs, the arms while mocking her. Finally, and exhausted Emma trips in the unsteady sand and falls on her knees again, breathing hard. Then the stout blonde grabs an handful of Emma’s hair but the girl sends a last, almost powerless punch. She aimed at the iron-hard flat belly of her opponent (which would not have done any damage) but missed and hit her right into the cxnt.
Gerrie moans and fall on her knees, It’s her turn to bow down to some invisible god, with a painful grin on her beautiful face.
Emma takes a second to realize that she has really hurt Gerrie. She thinks it’s her chance and she gets back on her feet and wants to start running, but Gerrie is as angry as she is in pain and manages to grab Emma’s ankle, sending her face down in the rough sand again. Emma struggles to get up but the blonde still holds her ankles and, red-faced, is getting back on her knees. Emma, in panic, starts kicking frantically and she gets one kick right into Gerrie’s face. The blonde falls back on all four and let go Emma’s ankle.
The brown-haired girl struggles to get back on her feet but she is so tired she feels like her limbs are made of lead. She is breathing hard and aches everywhere. Gerrie, on the other hand, was temporarily stunned by the kick but is already recovering. She rubs her mouth, where Emma’s foot hit and find some drops of blood.
-“Now you are going to get it ! I’m gonna kill you. You are going to be cold noodles!” She steps on her feet and charges at Emma who, terrified, runs in the first direction : towards the river. In one second, Gerrie is on her and brutally tackles her to the ground, with such force that Emma thinks every bone in her body is going to be broken.
-“So you want to take a bath ? O.K. let’s go for a bath together !”
She then grabs both Emma’s arms and drags her towards the water. Emma tries to resist, without force, but to no avail. Gerrie walks knee deep into the river. Emma, dragged along on her butts, swallows a good pint of water (or so it feels like) and almost drown, coughing and gasping. Then Gerrie holds Emma’s wrists with one hand, putting the other one on Emma’s head and driving it underwater.
The helpless girl did not have time to take a deep breath. She quickly feel the pressure on her lungs, unable to breathe. She panics and starts struggling to surface, kicking useless the water with her feet, producing waves around. She gets her knees on the river bottom and manages to briefly raise her head above the surface and gasp for air. Then Gerrie uses her strength and tips Emma underwater again. “Miss Noodles” was still breathing and swallowed a good quantity of water again. She now is almost completely on her back and Gerrie puts her knee on her stomach, putting all her weight on it and sinking her to the riverbed. Emma feels the pain of pebbles hurting her back and tries again to struggle her way up. Panic overcomes her as she now is sure Gerrie wants to drown for good..
She kicks aimlessly around and punches frantically at Gerrie, but unable to see anything, she hits mostly water and the rock-hard muscles of the blonde’s shoulders and torso. Finally she expels the last molecules of air still in her lungs, in a bubble stream. Resigned to die, she gives up fighting.
Then Gerrie grabs a handful of hair, and, removing her knees from Emma’s chest, pulls her head out of the water. Emma hardly makes sense of Gerrie’s sarcasm, being almost unconscious. She barely has enough sense to take a breath. The Gerrie let her go and she sinks, almost lifeless. The blonde then grabs her victim’s right wrist and drags her back on shore.
Emma stays completely limp when Gerrie snatches her bikini bottom, revealing her triangle of black hair and throwing the small piece of fabric in the river. Anyway, Emma is in a semi-conscious state and hardly aware of anything. A slap on the cheek awakes her, just barely, so that she hears Gerrie :
-“Thanks ! That was fun. We ought to do it again, Noodles !”
Then the blonde walks away. Emma doesn’t move. She has no force left and is just happy it is over. So she remains on her back, stark naked, her bruised body exposed to the sun, her breast going up and down and her ribs protruding as she breathes, drained of all energy.
The sun is setting when Emma at last can muster enough energy to roll on her side, then rise laboriously on her knees and, finally on her shaky legs. She starts crying when she realizes she still has to recover her car keys and at least some clothes to go back home. The task looks gigantic in her state of exhaustion.
At the same time, Gerrie has put in her heart a mixture of fear, anger and hatred and she vows to take some kind of revenge.
The end (for now).
