A few years ago, this biker chick showed up at a rally in Pennsylvania with a horrendous black eye, which had glued her left eye shut. A small portion of her eyeball could be seen through the eye slit, and it was gross.
She was a sexy babe who always wore tight jeans and skimpy tops, and had won some tight jeans, best buns and wet T-shirt contests in the past. She was also a middle school teacher who often talked about how unruly some of the girls were. "There's some big girls in our school and they don't always respect a little chick like me."
If she thought middle school was bad, it hadn't prepared her for a recent move to the high school, where all middle school kids now had to attend. And this was one tough high school where the kids were very unruly -- and they'd make minced meat out of most biker chicks in town. Suddenly Bev, this slender, sexy biker chick, was now working at the baddest high school in the city, where the girls were much bigger and respected her even less.
The first week of school, Bev, clad in her tight Levi's and less revealing shirt, had tried to break up a fight between two fat eighteen-year-old seniors. These girls were nearly 6'0" tall and 300 pounds. Bev was 31, 5'4" and 112 pounds. She wasn't very strong and was grossly over-matched.
Just as she put her hand on one of the girl's shoulders, she felt someone reach between her legs from behind, cover her mouth with a thick hand, pick her up as if she weighed nothing and slam her against the locker. Bev bounced off the locker with an, "ummmmphh!" and landed on all fours. As she stood up, she caught a vicious elbow to the eye that knocked her back against the locker.
The fight was still going on between the fat girls. Bev, who felt a bit woozy -- legs wobbling-- looked to her left and saw an immense eighteen-year-old girl with stringy black hair smirking at her. The smirk soon turned to a scowl then a full-fledged glare. Bev's heart started hammering as anxiety suddenly overwhelmed her. She could barely see out of the swollen and blackened eye the giant girl had given her.
"The girl had to be 6'6" and 400 pounds," said Bev. "She looked like she wanted to kill me." As Bev was catching her breath, the girl stepped toward her and put a hand on Bev's slender shoulder. She squeezed Bev's shoulder firmly, bent down and stuck her round face up near the biker chick's left ear.
"This never happened, ya here me, little cxnt . . . err, teach? Breathe one word and it'll be your last. I'll take you out back and beat your skinny ass till there's nothing left of ya. This is my school, you hear me?"
Bev squeaked out a weak affirmation. Her heart thundered as she looked up at the girl. Her throat churned and the girl smirked when she saw it. The girl then patted her the ass of her Levi's and said, "I'd make ya my bitch if this were prison. And I know what I'd do to ya there. And you wouldn't be wearing those tight Levi's anymore 'cause I'd rip 'em off ya and expose that bald little pussy like all you biker sluts have." Bev knew her jeans were inappropriately tight and that the girl noticed the camel toe. But she didn't expect to be humiliated like this.
"I was never so afraid in my life." Bev ignored the pat and side comments the best she could, but her face suffused red. The girl would probably beat her badly if she whispered one word about the incident. Some teachers broke up the fight and all the kids went off to their classes. When asked, Bev said she accidentally got socked when trying to break up the fight. "It was my fault," she told the principal.
Bev inquired about the girl later that day. One of the teachers told her the girl's name was Alice Schmidt. And that Alice was known for her brutality. She had taken one female teacher to the woods behind the school and beaten her senseless last year. You didn't mess with the girl because she had a mental problem. Not only that, she was the head of a brutal girl gang. Go against them and it could be the last move you made. Bev briefly envisioned herself being mauled by the girl and left for dead in the middle of the woods. Then the bell rang and she headed out the door. Bev didn't dare rat the girl out because she took the warning to heart.
After Bev told me the story, I couldn't help getting a bit excited, liking catfights and all. Just the thought of that girl picking her up from behind -- fat mitts cuffed underneath her bald vagina, which was separated only by the tight denim jeans. If I knew Bev, she didn't wear panties or underwear, even to school.
Sad to say, Bev got her ass kicked by another fat girl early the next school-year. She had flunked the girl on an exam, and some girls had kidnapped the teacher after school. Alice wasn't involved but someone walked into Bev's classroom, put her hand over her mouth and, along with two other girls, took her down behind the high school near the creek. That's when a fat eighteen-year-old girl with strawberry blonde hair punched her out. She dragged her into the water and dunked her a half dozen times, beating her between dunkings. She jumped on top of her the last time she took her under water, which scared the heck out of Bev. "I thought she was going to drown me -- no lie. She smothered me once before taking me underwater."
The girls had Bev after that. She couldn't rat on the girl or she'd get the crap beat out of her by Alice or one of the gang members. She gave most of the gang girls A's in her class. But she did flunk someone in the spring, then someone threatened to kill her. Bev did not return to the school the following year -- and who the f*ck could blame her?
