Posted by Moore on March 17, 2004 at 16:37:54:
The brunette heads back out into the main women's dressing room. I watch her from the changing cubical. The brunette has a nice looking ass. I wonder if she will make me do things with her before she kills me.
Two of the Blondies come into the dressing room. Bling Blondie has diamond earrings, diamond rings on her fingers (the thumb ring is kind of cool), and even a diamond hair pin. I wonder how she can afford so much jewelry. Bouncing Blondie has huge breasts. Not big breasts, but like, top heavy breasts. Like she was daring the plastic surgeon to blow them up as much as possible. Bouncing Blondie's boobs look totally fake. I bet the guys love them.
Bling Blondie jumps over the bench in the center of the dressing room and heads towards the brunette as soon as she sees her. Bouncing Blondie runs over to a locker and starts working the combination lock. The brunette still has her knife in her hand, thank goodness, because Bling Blondie looks like she is ready for a fight.
The brunette seems worried about what Bouncing Blondie is going to get out of the locker. Bling Blondie blocks the brunette from going past her towards Bouncing Blondie. The brunette tries to work the zipper to open her gym bag, but Bling Blondie kicks at her. My brunette turns to fight.
The brunette thrusts and slashes at Bling Blondie, and cuts her hands and arms a few times. I can't believe that Bling Blondie is fighting someone with a knife. I would just give up. The brunette is looking frustrated, then Bouncing Blondie gets the lock open.
I charge on out. I plan to run into Bling Blondie and give my brunette a chance to stop Bouncing Blondie before she gets out whatever weapon she has in the locker. I screw it up like I screw everything else up.
Bling Blondie kicks me. She kicks straight back like a donkey and connects with my hipbone. It hurts less then when Mike, my boyfriend, slaps me. I think that if she connected with my gut, she would have turned my insides into jelly. I double over. Mike sometimes hits me in the face. I hate it when he splits my lip, and last month I think he broke my nose. It still looks a little crooked, and it kind of squishes when he grabs it to shove my face in something I forget to do, like the dishes.
The brunette doesn't hesitate, she sees her opening, and she stabs Bling Blondie in the kidney, and races for Bouncing Blondie, jumping the bench as she closes. Bouncing Blondie gets the door to her locker open, and reaches in. The brunette slams the door on her hand. Yeah! The brunette holds the door closed, trapping Bouncing Blondie's hand. Then the brunette stabs Bouncing Blondie, just under the ribs, maybe up into her heart. Bouncing Blondie's face twists, and she grunts like a pig.
I can't see what happens next, because Bling Blondie is trying to get something from a little pouch at her waist. Bling Blondie takes out this little silvery metal thing, and flips it open. I realize it is a phone. I don't want her to call the police, so I grab at it. We start to wrestle. I am at least four inches shorter then Bling Blondie, and nowhere near as strong. Bling Blondie slips, probably on her own blood, and lands on me, driving her elbows into my stomach and knocking the wind out of me.
Bling Blondie looks at the phone, and I try to knock it out of her hand. I am not paying attention to her wriggling on top of me, which is getting me bothered, or the way she is straddling me, and I wrap my legs around her only to get better leverage with which to wrestle the phone from her. I feel her wet and sticky waist, and I wonder if she is as turned on by this as I am, but then I realize she is wet with blood from the brunette' stab.
I grab her wrists and try to hold on. Bling Blondie bites my shoulder, and my hips buck against her. I hold on even tighter, and hope she will bite me again. I think I make her mad. "ANGRY. YOU MADE HER ANGRY. YOU DIDN'T DRIVE HER INSANE AND MAKE HER MAD, YOU ONLY DO THAT TO YOUR PARENTS, YOU DUMB BITCH! WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO LEARN TO TALK CORRECTLY?" my father's ghost screams into my ear.
I really should pay attention when I fight. Bling Blondie brings her claws up towards my eyes. I arch my back and rub my chest against hers. I try to bring my hands up to stop her, but I am too slow. Bling Blondie's hands stop very close to my eyes. Her big blue eyes widen. Her mascara is perfect. She reaches around behind her, like she is trying to scratch an itch on her back. She looks at me, confused. Her eyes get, cloudy, I guess, then her body twitches. Her head drops on mine. "Ow," I whine as her hair pin scratches my cheek. She is rolled away from me.
The brunette is standing over us. She has her knife in one hand, and an enormous gun, I mean pistol, in the other. "My hero," I think. I am breathing heavily, and the towel has fallen off. I want the brunette to jump on me. I should reward her for saving me. I wonder what she will do with the huge pistol.
"You did it again," she says, panting slightly, "You surprised me in a good way. No time to stop now, there is still one more."