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The Teenage Girl Gang
Here's a story I wrote years ago in my younger days and had forgotten about. I actually modelled the characters on a group of chavvy girls I went school with, although the names have been changed.
Please let me know what you think as there are more parts to this story. --- Cheating boyfriend and his family assaulted by a vicious girl-gang. --- Luke gently caressed Jenny's ample breasts through her thin tee-shirt as the two sat in the front of his car sharing a steamy, intimate french kiss. What had started out as a friendly offer of a ride home from school for sixteen-year-old Jenny on Luke's behalf had resulted in the little sex kitten making a move on the twenty-year-old man as soon as they were inside his car, leaving his young hormones powerless to resist. Jenny ran her fingers through his dark brown hair as their passionate kiss continued, but just then, Luke's eyes widened at the sight of what he saw in his rear-view mirror, prompting him to break the kiss, start the engine and zoom off in a split second. What he had seen, marching across the road towards him with a look on her face of anger, hatred and disgust all rolled into one, was his girlfriend of the past three weeks, Sarah. "BASTARD! I'LL KILL HIM" Sarah spat in a teary, emotional rage as her three best friends Becki, Tasha and Lisa all rushed up and tried to comfort her. Sarah and Luke had met at a club three weeks previously. At first she had lied to him about her age, telling him she was eighteen, as she and her friends always did to get into nightclubs. The following week Luke discovered the truth however, that Sarah was really only fifteen when she let slip something about school. At first he was disappointed, but he found her so attractive with her dirty-blonde hair, blue eyes and trim body, he just couldn't break it up with Sarah. It was, after all, just a bit of fun. Sarah was popular at her school and was proud of the fact that she could have an older boyfriend who had a car, a job and plenty of money to take her wherever she wanted. Despite being only 15, Sarah had a rebellious nature and pretty much did what she wanted. She argued with teachers, bullied and beat up nerdy pupils and regularly stayed out late at nights with her close circle of friends. "We should all go and kick the shit out of him!" Lisa recommended as she paced up and down in Sarah's bedroom, where the girls had subsequently headed after coming out of school only to see Sarah's boyfriend with another girl. "Who was she -- the girl he was with??" Becki asked, looking around the room to see if any of the other girls knew while keeping an arm around the sobbing Sarah. "I don't know, but she's dead, too!!" Sarah whined in between sniffs, before getting up, walking off out of the room and over into the bathroom, locking herself in. "I'm so mad at that jerk!" Lisa continued as the feisty brunette kept up her pacing. "Just Wait until I get my hands on him" Tasha joined in. Tasha, another feisty brunette, was the tallest of the four girls at 5'10. Becki, a cutesy blonde - the intellectual of the group, however, remained quiet. The door to the bathroom then opened and Sarah walked out and back into the bedroom having washed her tears away. She now went over to re-apply her make-up as the girls waited. Finishing that, she stood up and announced "Right, let's go teach that asshole a lesson!" "Yay!" "Woo!" "Let's go!!" The girls all excitedly cheered as they marched off behind Sarah. The foursome of girls were the most feared and respected gang at their school. Woe betide anyone that got on the wrong side of them or pissed them off. Sarah, Lisa and Tasha all loved to fight and give beat-downs. Becki less so, but pushed, the attractive blonde would definitely not back down, either. After 10 minutes of fast-paced walking through the neighbourhood, the girls approached the home of Sarah's soon-to-be dumped boyfriend, Luke. Sarah, in her short denim mini-skirt and white tank top, lead the way as her high heeled black boots click-clacked on the ground as she strutted up the driveway. With Luke's car to be seen in the driveway, Sarah picked up a rock and made a long scratch mark from one end of the car to the other as she continued towards the front door of the house. For attention, Sarah ignored the doorbell, instead using the pointed tip of her boots to kick three loud knocks, the final kick shattering a panel of glass at the base of the plush, expensive-looking door. A few seconds of waiting elapsed before the door opened - it was Luke. "Now look" He began; his hands open in front of him in an apologetic stance as he noticed the irate look on Sarah's face. Sarah gave him no time for explanations however, cutting him off immediately with a hard, straight punch to his mouth that sent him sprawling down onto his ass in the hallway of his house. The girls all cheered their approval aloud as Sarah stepped up and into the house, following up her punch with a kick, blasting Luke again in the face with the hard tip of her boot. Almost unconscious on his back, Sarah then mounted Luke's chest and began punching, slapping and scratching Luke's face with her razor-sharp nails. The rowdy group of girls piled into the house as well in order to get a good look at what was going on inside. The girls all screamed encouragement for their friend; "Let him have it Sarah" "Yeah!" "Hit him!" "Hit him harder!" Using his arms, Luke was able to begin blocking some of Sarah's vicious strikes that were coming at him from all angles. Seeing this, Lisa ran around and took hold of his wrists. Forcing them down against the floor, she left his face totally exposed for her friend to continue. Sarah stopped briefly to drink in her position of power over Luke, before drawing back her hand and raining down a huge open handed slap onto his face. Luke tried to turn his head slightly, but there really was no escape as Lisa held his arms tightly against the floor. Sarah drew back and powered another big slap down onto his face. The girls all cheered as she continued. *Slap!* ... *Slap!* ... *SLAP!!!* "Yeah!" ... "Yeah!!" ... "YEAHHH !!!" They all cheered as Sarah produced her loudest-sounding slap to Luke's face so far. In between slaps, Lisa spat into Luke's face. Following her lead, Sarah also spat into his face. Becki and Tasha did the same with Tasha following up with a hard slap of her own. "No, this is how you do it" Sarah stated, as she drew back and smacked Luke with another of her super-slaps. Tasha, keen to continue getting in some shots, knelt down at Luke's side between Sarah, who still straddled Luke's chest, and Lisa, who still maintained the job of holding his arms clear from being able to protect himself. Once settled, Tasha drew back and slammed down her own hardest possible slap onto his unprotected face. Tasha hit much harder than Sarah and Luke felt it immediately with a sensation akin to someone having tipped boiling water onto his face. The slap even left a ringing in the other girls' ears, let alone poor Luke. With puff of breath and a flick of her dark hair as she admired her handiwork, Tasha looked up to her friends and at Sarah beside her with a 'beat that' expression on her face. "Let's take it in turns" Sarah chirped to her friend, before returning her focus to Luke; her facing changing to a look of thunder. Tasha met her wishes as the two girls began alternating their slaps. After a half-dozen from more from each girl, Luke could barely take any more. With hand-prints clearly visible all over his face, his eyes running tears from the pain, he screamed out at the top of his voice and tried through sheer desperation to power out of his predicament. Unfortunately for Luke, he only managed to raise one of his arms an inch or so off the ground before Lisa used her weight to power it back to the floor once more. Luke still did not stop his screaming and desperate struggles however as he channelled his pain through into pure rage and anger; "AAARRRGGGHHH!! YOU FUCKING BITCHES, I'LL KILL YOU". Sarah cut him off however with a punch to his mouth, splitting his lip. "WHAT DID YOU FUCKING CALL US!?!?" Sarah screamed in return. Tasha jumped to her feet and began brutally kicking at the rest of Luke's body. She also encouraged Becki, who had been remote from involvement until now, to join in as well, which she did, as the two girls sent kicks into his ribs, legs and anywhere else they could get a shot in. Luke yelped and blubbered pleas for the girls to stop their assault, all to no avail as they continued mercilessly. "YOU FUCKING PIG!!" Sarah screamed in between punching his face. "I SAW YOU, I SAW YOU AND THAT SLUT WITH YOUR TONGUES DOWN EACHOTHER'S THROATS" She continued yelling as she knocked a tooth loose with another punch, blood now flowing from Luke's busted lips and mouth. Tasha and Becki were grunting now as they increased their efforts working over the rest of his body. "What the hell is going on here?" Sounded a deep, authoritative voice that had suddenly came from the doorway. Startled, the four girls turned to see two men in the doorway. Sarah recognised them as Luke's 24-year-old older brother, Jason, and their father, Bob. "H.help" Luke painfully spluttered through busted, bleeding lips as he bent around the form of the girl mounting his chest to see his Dad. On hearing Luke speak, Sarah rained down another huge punch to the centre of Luke's face, breaking his nose with a loud audible crack for all to hear. Bob, horrified by the sight of these four young girls, in his home, and his son's clawed, cut, bruised and battered face declared: "Jason, call the police". Jason quickly produced his phone from his pocket, but had not dialled one digit before he was challenged by Tasha. She grasped her hands around the phone as the two fought for its possession. Bob meanwhile, took hold of Becki by her sleek, toned upper arms with his burley hands on each side. Swinging her around and with an almighty shove, he sent her reeling out of the house through the still open front door. Tripping on the doorframe, she also fell onto the porch. To his dismay, Tasha was getting the better of Jason as the two wrestled for possession of his phone. Tasha had just prized it out of his hands with the help of a head-butt crashing into his forehead. Before she could follow up however, she was grabbed from behind by Bob. He wrapped his arms around her, trapping hers within his bear-hug as Jason regained focus and came back at Tasha, swinging a punch towards her face. Before he could connect however, she kicked up her leg and booted him in the stomach. Swiftly, she followed up by slamming her heel back into Bob's shin and jolting her head back and onto the bridge of his nose causing him to release his grip. Wow! The two men could not believe that a 15 year old girl was taking them both on together and to make matters worse - getting the better of them! Tasha drew back her right fist to fire a punch at Bob, but Jason this time, was able to grab her arm from behind in mid-swing. Bob, seeing his chance, sent a punch crashing into Tasha's stomach and followed it up with a hard punch to her face, landing on her cheek. "STOP IT!!!" Yelled Lisa, who had produced a switchblade and was holding it to Luke's throat as her and Sarah still held him down. "STOP IT OR I'LL SLIT HIS THROAT!" She declared. Bob and Jason calmed down as they saw the situation now before them. "All right, all right, what do you want?" Bob attempted to reason. "You two -- get through into the kitchen" Lisa demanded. "Do it - OR ELSE!!" She snapped. Her threat dispelling any hesitations Bob and Jason were having as they now feared for Luke's life. Tasha, quickly recovered from her brief fight with the two men, ushered them through into the kitchen. "Put your hands behind your back" she demanded to Jason. Spotting some tape lying conveniently on the kitchen table, Tasha bound Jason's wrists together behind his back, then his ankles, before finally pushing him to the floor and hog-tying his wrists and ankles together leaving him immobilised on the floor. As Lisa continued to hold Luke at knife point, Tasha repeated the process, this time on Bob, leaving both father and son tied up and lying face down, side-by-side on the kitchen floor. Becki had meanwhile re-entered the house and made her way through into the kitchen to observe what was happening. "What happened to you?" Asked Tasha as she was applying a strip of tape over both Bob and Jason's mouths. "This asshole pushed me out of the door. I fell over and did this." Becki explained as she turned the palm of the hand over to show Tasha a small cut. "Asshole!!" Becki said again as she gave Bob a sharp kick to his ribs, drawing a grunt from him. "Go Becki!" Tasha beamed, excited at seeing some aggression from the most passive member of their clan. "What are you gonna do now?" Becki asked Tasha. Tasha shrugged her shoulders in reply as she looked over to where Lisa and Sarah were still holding Luke captive. "Let's move them into the living room" Sarah suggested with an evil grin. "I wanna see Tasha kick Luke's Dad's ass!" "Yeah!" Lisa chimed in excitedly. "All right, okay..." Tasha readily agreed, eager to settle the score with Bob after their earlier tussle. Sarah and Lisa guided Luke through into the living room, still holding him at knife point as Tasha and Becki dragged Bob and Jason through as well. Sarah returned to the kitchen momentarily to get the tape that had been used to tie up Bob and Jason. "Here, let's tie him up as well so that he's out of the way" She told Lisa. The two girls quickly secured Luke's hands and feet, leaving him tied up on the floor next to his father and brother. "Right, let's move them to the corner of the room and get that coffee table out of the way" Sarah instructed, directing the other girls around. The room was large and spacious with a black leather couch that Sarah and Becki took a seat on while Tasha tied her hair back and Lisa took her knife and cut lose the tape that was securing Bob's hands and feet. "This is gonna be cool" She smiled up to her friends. Lisa then went over and joined her friends sitting on the couch as Bob groggily made his way up onto his feet, pulling himself free from the sticky tape. Tearing the final strip of tape off from over his mouth, he spoke up "Now look, whatever's going on here has gone far enough, I want you girls out of my house right now!" He finished, raising his voice somewhat. "No." Tasha simply replied. "Why don't you make us" She finished with a smirk. "Kick his ass Tasha!!" Lisa yelled. Bob was now losing his temper with the girls having invaded his home, showing their blatant disrespect for him and his family. "You get out of my god damn house now or I'll knock you out, bitch, I don't care if you are a girl or how old you are - THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!" He yelled, face reddening and slowly pacing towards Tasha. The girls were loving it though. "Come on then old man, let's see what you got!" Challenged Tasha, fists up and ready. Sitting on the couch, Sarah, Becki and Lisa were all grinning in anticipation. Bob, even more visibly angry now, walked up to Tasha and got in her face "Now I'm warning you..." he began, teeth clenched in anger and bringing a finger up to her face. To his surprise, the girl in front of him batted his hand out of the way and delivered a sharp head-butt to the bridge of his nose. "Arrgh" he cried, back-peddling a couple of steps and bringing his hand up to cover his sore nose. "Fucking bitch!!" he yelled, before retaliating, swinging a vicious punch at her face. Tasha was quick enough to duck the punch however and tackle his legs, taking him to the ground. She was on top as the two wrestled for supremacy. Arms and legs flailing, each looking to find a way of hurting the other. The three girls hooted and hollered as they watched the action. Tasha drew back her fist and ploughed it into his upper arms a couple of times before Bob finally resorted to pulling the fifteen-year old girl's pony tail as a means to gain an advantage, yanking her head back with one hand and into the striking range of another as he landed a fierce jab to her chin. Shaken and hurt by this, Tasha attempted to roll off and away from the man, but Bob kept on her, now rolling himself into the dominant position on top as the two continued to scrap it out on the floor. "Come on Tasha!" Her friends yelled encouragement from the couch. As Bob wrestled to secure her hands, she managed slip one free of his grasp and fire a straight punch to his mouth, following up with another before ruffling up a handful of his shirt and yanking his face forcefully down to meet her forehead again with another vicious head-butt. Startled and in pain with both his lip and nose bleeding, it was now Bob that rushed to stand up, but Tasha had beaten him to it, swiftly making her way back to her feet as he was still on one knee. Seizing her opportunity, Tasha grasped a handful of Bob's hair and powered her knee up to meet the point of his chin, knocking him unconscious on the spot. Bob fell backwards and hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. The girls all screamed their approval as Tasha followed up her advantage unaware that Bob was out cold. She mounted his chest and slammed one-two-three-four big haymaker punches into his unprotected face as the girls cheered the audible impact of each one. "Ahhhhh" Tasha screamed as she drove her final punch into his face, sending a stream of blood over a foot across the floor. Luke and Jason looked on, horrified as their father was beaten to a bloody mess. "mmmm, mmm" They both could be heard, muffled by the tape over their mouths. "Wow! That was awesome!" Sarah remarked as Tasha rose back to her feet over the prostrate older man, looking down on him with an arrogant smirk of satisfaction on her face. Breathing heavily, she made her way to the center of the room, brought her hands up to rest on her hips, and facing Bob's two tied-up sons, she challenged, "So who's next?" "Erm, no, I think it's my turn next!" Lisa spoke up. Tasha shrugged her shoulders and slumped back down onto couch with the rest of the girls. "I wanna kick his ass" Lisa pointed to Jason, Luke's brother. Sarah took the switchblade from her friend and sauntered slowly over to where the two lied in the corner of the room. Sarah addressed Luke again as she kneeled beside him, "Wanna see Lisa kick your brother's ass?" She asked. "Huh?" She continued, while teasing him with the knife up close to his eyeball and enjoying her power. "We'll watch that, and then I'll get back to you, okay? ...What do you think about that?" She asked, peeling the tape back from across his mouth. "FUCKING BITCHES, I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!" He began yelling at the top of his voice in sheer anger the moment the tape was removed. "SHUT UP!" Sarah yelled back at him, slapping him hard across the face again. "ARGGH! FUCKING BITCHES" He continued yelling "SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!!" Sarah yelled angrily back at him as they both screamed out at the top of their voices. Sarah climbed back to her feet and kicked him in the ribs, but still he wouldn't shut up. "SHUT UP!" Sarah yelled again, this time blasting him in the face with the pointed tip of her boot, knocking him out. "Thank you!" She sighed. Jason was shaking in fear as Sarah cut him lose while his brother Luke lie motionless next to him, blood dripping from his nose. "Okay, he's all yours" Sarah chirped as she made her way back to her place on the couch as Lisa got up to fight Jason. Jason stood around the same height as Lisa at 5'8 as he hesitantly made his way to the middle of the room for the face off. Without saying anything he brought his hands up in a boxing stance as Lisa stood confidently in front of him with her arms folded and eyeing him from head to toe. "Are you ready" She asked with a grin. He said nothing in reply, awkwardly keeping up his hands up. Lisa then took him by surprise by shooting a high kick up in the air, "Hiii-Yaa!!" She yelled. Jason just managed to avoid the kick with it sailing up and just a mere inch from his face as he took avoiding action. Lisa wore black high-heeled boots just like Sarah and the other girls. It was the trademark of their gang - black boots and black painted fingernails. Jason didn't want to be on the receiving end of one of those boots after observing the damage that they could do first hand on his own brother who still lie out-cold on the floor, as did his father. Lisa flicked up another high kick aiming for his face as she came forward and Jason continued to be driven backwards. With his back now to the wall, Lisa went for a low kick to his balls, which Jason managed to block and also, to his advantage, managed to catch hold of her foot. Lifting up her leg up and with a shove, Jason pushed his unbalanced opponent to the floor. Jason was reluctant to follow up, he didn't know what to say either. All he knew was that he didn't want to be in this situation. As he stood hesitating, Lisa was able to quickly scramble back to her feet. "Get him Lisa!" Sarah called as Lisa again approached Jason. This time Lisa came at him with the intention of grappling and after a brief struggle, managed to get her hands around his neck - one around the back and one around the front, pushing into his throat, choking him. Jason's face began to turn a deeper shade of red as he struggled against his opponent. "Yeah! Choke him out Lisa!" The girls called out in encouragement. Jason wriggled and writhed desperately before he was finally able to break free from Lisa's grip. Lisa was relentless however as she quickly followed up with a flurry of punches to his face. Jason did his best to back-peddle and block her advances, but she was too quick and aggressive as she connected multiple times, bloodying his nose and lip with her fierce punches. "Go Lisa!!!" the girls continued to cheer. "Knock him the fuck out!" "Hit him harder!" Their voices sounded. Lisa wound up and threw a big haymaker punch that hit Jason hard on his arms which he was using to cover his face from her onslaught. As she swung another big punch towards him, Jason was able to see it coming and this time managed to dive back, with Lisa's punch finding nothing but air. Seizing his opportunity, Jason channelled the pain he had soaked up into aggression as he fought back with punches of his own. Jason had never been in a real fight before, let alone with a girl, but everyone has a breaking point - and Jason had snapped as he threw punch after punch at the 15 year old girl in front of him. It was now Lisa's turn to cover up and take avoiding action, but like before, she couldn't avoid them all with a number of Jason's stinging punches finding their way through to her pretty face. With encouragement from the rest of the girls, Lisa was able to fight back as it turned into a real slug-fest. Jason was shocked that he, a 24 year old man was in such a situation with a 15 year old girl. She was taking his punches and coming back now with punches of her own. They both viciously swung away as they stood toe-to-toe; sometimes Lisa would land a punch and sometimes Jason would land a punch. Sooner or later something would have to give... Lisa's stamina and aggression started to prove superior has she began to land two punches to every one of Jason, then three to one and four to one as Jason's face began to mark up considerably more, bleeding profusely now from his nose and mouth. Lisa had also opened a cut above his eye and on his cheek compared to the smaller amount of damage he was able to do to her, with just some small bruising to Lisa's cheek and a hint of blood from her lower lip. Jason swung and landed his best punch of the fight, but to his astonishment, Lisa took it with minimal fuss and came back with a huge punch of her own, landing right on Jason's jaw, jarring a massive wave of pain and disorientation through his brain as the floor came rushing up to meet him. Jason fell to the ground to a huge cheer from the girls, his head spinning as he tried to regain focus and shake off the affects of Lisa's devastating punch. He looked up at her as she lowered her fists and placed her hands on her hips, before raising one hand to her mouth and blowing him a cute little kiss. "Come on, you wiener, I'm gonna knock your wimpy ass out!" she stated as Jason groggily but angrily staggered to his feet. Unable to properly focus and with the room seemingly spinning, everything seemed to be happening in slow motion for Jason now, as he charged aggressively at his tormentor in a fit of rage as she stood grinning before him. As he approached, Jason briefly caught sight of Lisa's eyes widen before a blur of black then appeared in his vision. Lisa had timed her high-kick to perfection as she caught Jason coming in totally unaware of what was coming up to meet him. She nailed him flush in the face with her boot, sending a stream of blood flying from his face as it impacted, lifting him up off his feet and crashing down once more to the ground. This time however, Lisa had kept her promise, with her high-kick to his face powering him deep into unconsciousness. "Whoa!!" "What a kick!" the girls exclaimed as their friend once more bent over Jason's unconscious form and blew him a kiss. "Sweet dreams" she proudly stated to him. With all three men now unconscious, scattered about the living room floor, the girls debated what they should do next. "I think we should go now" Becki suggested, taking out her phone to look at the time. "No, I'm not finished with him yet" Sarah shot back at her, jumping up off the sofa and back to her feet. "Let's trash this place" She snarled, picking up a small flower pot and hurling it against the wall, spilling the dark soil everywhere as it smashed. Tasha joined in, jumping up and smashing the TV screen with a kick, before tipping it over and stomping it into further destruction. Becki picked up some rather old looking ornaments and smashed them to the ground while Lisa took her switch-blade to the sofa, slitting and cutting it to shreds! Sarah meanwhile made her way over to where Luke was lying on the floor and sent a hard kick into his ribs, drawing some life from his unconscious form. Luke winced as Sarah continued to brutally kick him, busting several of his ribs before finally stopping and bending down to unzip her boot and slip it off her bare foot. Mounting his chest again, Sarah used the high heel of her boot to viciously whack him over and over again in the face, the sharp heel cutting him open almost everywhere it hit. With blood pouring from all over poor Luke's face, Sarah beat him to unconsciousness again before finally relenting her onslaught. As the other three girls finished trashing the room, they turned their attention back to Sarah as she stood up and re-fitted her shoe. Shuffling her hands underneath her blue denim mini-skirt, Sarah then slipped her panties down her legs and off over her boots as the other girls all stood silently watching to see what their friend would do next. She wasn't finished just yet. Picking up her panties, she crouched beside Luke and gently prized his mouth open with her thumb on his chin before stuffing her panties into his mouth! "Keep them as a souvenir" Sarah softly spoke. "Okay, let's go now" She told the other girls as she strutted off, out of the room and out of her ex-boyfriend's family's house, proud and satisfied that she had given him exactly what he deserved! |
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Re: The Teenage Girl Gang
Quite a cool story.These type arent usually my
type as I like more structure and pro style but the descriptions are excellent and the characters are realistic to me as I too knew girls at my school who resembled (in a less brutal way) the characteristics of these "ladies" Lisas a tough cookie.no glass jaw there lol. |
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What a fantastic immaculate story!! Girls having some fun doing what they do best! Love the way they slaughter their inferior wimp victims with ease! The panties in the mouth was icing on the cake! Great job!! Part 2 should be amazing as well!
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Re: The Teenage Girl Gang
How about another one?
A day in the life of the teenage girl gang - harassing Becki's step dad and mugging a guy on the street. --- It was 10am on a swelteringly hot Saturday morning. Brian sat at his desk, leering out of the window to see if there were any potential buyers browsing the cars on sale outside. He was also keeping an eye out for when *she* arrived. Taking his glasses off momentarily, the 40-year-old used car salesman rubbed his tired eyes. It was then that he heard a familiar sound, a sound he had been expecting and a sound he had grown to hate hearing every morning for the past week. It was the sound of his stand-in boss, Becky, making her way towards his office with her high-heeled pumps click-clacking on the hard concrete outside. "Good morning!" Brian spoke, forcing himself to greet her pleasantly as the aurburn haired young woman opened the door to his office. Without reply and carrying several folders of paperwork in hand, she simply strutted the short distance over to where he sat before tossing the paperwork down onto his desk. "I want that done by lunch." She announced sternly. She wore a smart business suit consisting of a short, black mini-skirt, and a white blouse underneath a black jacket, matching her skirt. Her long shapely legs were encased in dark nylon stockings. Standing a dominant 6-feet tall in her bare feet, she looked even more imposing in her high heels, which also made her impressive calf muscles stand out as she strutted around. Adjusting his glasses, Brian began to finger-through some of the paperwork. "Looks like this will keep me busy all day!" Brian chuckled, looking up at her slightly bewildered. She starred back at him stone-faced with her icy-cold emerald green eyes. "I said I want it done by lunch... And I want at least three cars sold today." "But I've only sold five all week! I haven't sold three in one day for years! This place just doesn't do that kind of business Becky, I've been working here for nearly twenty years - ask your father. I know he left you in charge while he went on holiday, but you can't make these kind of demands, there's no way I can get all this paperwork done and be on hand to sell three cars today - there's just no way!" Brian passionately stated... He was in fact just scratching the surface of words he had been holding back since meeting this jumped up bitch. Becky simply rolled her eyes as he finished his rant before beginning her own. "Listen..." She began, placing both hands on the surface of his desk as she leaned down towards him, getting in his face. "The reason you've only sold five this week is because you're a slacker. You're going to start pulling your weight around here from now on. If you've been working here for twenty years, then that's twenty years you've been losing my family money. You might think you can get away with it while my Dad is here - oh he's a soft old man - you take advantage of his kind nature, but it's not happening with me, got it? "But Becky..." Brian began to retort, eager to re-iterate his point that appeared to have been missed. "I said, have you GOT IT!?" She interrupted, raising her voice. "Yes..." Brian conceded, allowing for her patronising power trip before continuing. "But Becky, you have to understand that this is a small dealership, one person can't be expected to sell that many cars in a single day." "Don't give me that crap, Brian." Becky shot back with a shake of her head and an arrogant smirk on her attractive face. "Last week my Dad still wasn't sure whether to leave me in charge. I know you three little weasels were whispering in his ear, talking shit - 'oh she's only just out of school, you can't leave her in charge'. So I said, why not see who can sell the most cars and whoever it is, can run the place while he's away. I did you favor and gave you a chance - but what happened? I sold more cars than all of you put together! How many did you sell? 5, was it? And Shaun was the same while Elliot only sold three. Pathetic. I sold sixteen cars and on Friday alone I sold five, so don't give me that crap about not being able to sell more than three. You're either too lazy, Brian, or just plain not good enough!!" She finished, allowing herself another arrogant smirk as she knew her parting comment would cut deeply. Brian dejectedly sat back in his chair. It was true, the eighteen-year-old had out performed the regular team of salesmen that had worked there for years. But they couldn't batter their pretty eyes or sweeten the deal with a sexy show of legs while taking a customer out for a test drive. "Look, I can only do my best, Becky!" Brian conceded. "Nevermind your best." She dismissed his plea for sympathy. "As far as I'm concerned you have a long way to go before you're up to the required standard. You're replaceable, don't forget that." Brian shrugged his shoulders. He had now heard about as much as he was willing to take. "Now stop wasting time, get this paperwork done and shift those cars, got it?" Becky once again flexed her muscles of authority over the older man. Brian merely nodded as he began to get more irritated and hot under the collar. "I SAID HAVE YOU GOT THAT!?!?" She yelled in a booming voice that would've been heard across the street. "Yes..." Brian finally replied with a level of irritation in his voice. "Good." Becky stated, satisfied that she had got the better of him, that she had put him in his place and shown him who was boss. "Oh and Brian..." She turned as she made her way to the door. "Bring me a cup of coffee up to my office. Cream, no sugar, okay." Brian breathed a heavy sigh, having to restrain himself further from showing the extent of his anger as Becky finally left the room. 'I swear, if she had pushed me any further, I would've jumped up and smacked the taste out of that bitch's mouth!' Brian thought to himself as he shook his head in a vain attempt to erase the bad mood she had put him in. He then dropped his head onto one hand and began filling in the paperwork in front of him. No sooner had he started that however, did he feel a cool breeze wash over him. As pleasant as it was for the breeze to give some relief from the oppressively hot, stuffy office he was sitting in, it began to irritate him as it swept up pieces of paper from his desk, blowing them onto the floor or into his face. 'Damn bitch must have left the door open' He thought to himself as he looked up from his work. Standing in the doorway was a figure that he did not expect to see. It was his fifteen year old step-daughter, Becki. If Becky was the bane of his life at work, Becki was the bane of his life at home. Always demanding money, buy this, buy that, teachers from school constantly phoning about her falling grades and absenteeism. And to think she used to be a straight-A student and such a sweet girl, before falling in with this group of girls she now hangs around with. Becki waltzed into her stepdad's office, followed by her friends, Sarah, Tasha and Lisa. They were all dressed in cool summer-wear, showing plenty of skin. Becki wore a slinky white halter top, light pink cotton shorts and flip-flops on her feet. The cute blonde's toe-nails were painted a shimmering gold. Sarah wore a light pink, sleeveless blouse that was tied, not buttoned, over a sports-bra, a denim mini-skirt with high heeled sandals that had a pink strap around the top. Her toenails were painted black, as were her fingernails. Lisa wore a blue camo mini-skirt and a black sports-top, with white sneakers. Tasha wore a pair of blue denim short shorts, white sneakers and a tight white sleeveless T with a bright pink lipstick-print logo in the middle. The girls all surrounded Brian's desk, the scent of cheap perfume filling his senses as they stood, hands on hips with one leg slightly bent, power-posing in front of him. "Becki!" Brian eventually said, surprised to see his step-daughter. "Shouldn't you be in school?" "Brian! It's Saturday!" She shot back. "Dumb ass!" He overheard Tasha giggle to Sarah. He shot her a scowl, which she immediately returned. "Well, what do you want, I'm really busy here, Becki." He spoke as his stress levels built. "I need you to give me eighty pounds." Becki demanded. "What!? What for? No, nevermind what for. No. I can't give you eighty pounds." Becki sighed before re-planting her hands on her hips. "We want to go to the music festival, Mum said you'd give us the money, so give it to me." She ordered, a mean scowl now on her face as she opened the palm of her hand in front of her and demanded that he give her the money. Brian just shook his head. "Nope, I'm sorry girls - A. I don't have it and B. You've already had enough money out of me this month." "Oh please Brian!" Becki whined, pouting and stamping her feet. The cute blonde had Brian wrapped around her little finger. Not that he ever had any perverse feelings for her, but Brian was just too generous and soft-hearted for his own good. All she had to do was turn on a little bit of charm and it worked every time. "How much do you want again?" Brian sighed. "Eighty pounds. It's fifteen to get in, but we need money for drinks, it's like 200 degrees outside" "Well, I don't think I've got that much" Brian softly spoke as he reached around and brought out his wallet. "HEY!!" He then yelled as Sarah snatched it out of his possession. He went to get up but Tasha slammed her size 9 shoe into his chest, forcing him to stay sitting and pinning him up against the wall. "There's only like... fifty pounds in here!" Sarah angrily spat as she pulled out all of the money, searching each compartment before discarding Brian's depleted wallet onto the floor. "More! You must have more around here somewhere!" Tasha interrogated, still with her foot pressing hard against his chest. He tried to push her aside, but had no leverage from the position he was in. "Check his jacket." Becki called out. Lisa followed the suggestion as she searched each pocket of his jacket, which hung by the door. She pulled out a couple of pens, a half-eaten pack of mints and some small change. She threw the pens and sweets onto the floor and passed the cash to Sarah. "That's not nearly enough. We're still over 25 pounds short of what we need." Sarah announced as she counted the change. "Don't you have a cash box around here anywhere?" Lisa inquired. "NO!" Brian spat in between clenched teeth, Tasha's foot still baring down on him. "What about a credit card? We could get some cash from an ATM." Sarah cooed. "NO!" Brian repeated. This is robbery! How can I be letting this happen, he thought to himself. "Come on, let's get out of here." Becki then announced as the girls ran out of ideas. Brian took a deep breath as Tasha finally removed her foot from his chest. "Fucking cheap ass!" Sarah scowled as she turned away with the rest of the girls, ready to leave. With that, Brian snapped. He wasn't going to allow bunch of fifteen year old girls talk to him like that and take his money. With the morning he'd had, enough was enough! He jumped to his feet and went for Sarah, who still held over fifty pounds of his money, but Tasha intercepted his path as a tussle broke out. Brian tried to push her out of the way, but her athletic 5'10" frame was too strong for his 5'8", slightly flabby, out of shape form. Tasha cut him off with a hard punch to the stomach, before locking him in a reverse headlock. "KICK HIS ASS TASHA!!!" Sarah boisterously yelled as Tasha cranked up the pressure of her headlock while Brian fought desperately to escape, much to the amusement of the girls who all began to cheer Tasha on, especially Becki, who was eager and excited to see a girl her age beat up her step father. "Is there a problem here?" An authoritative female voice suddenly sounded. All of the girls froze and turned around in surprise while Brian wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. He ceased his struggles against Tasha, who released him from her headlock. Brian slumped down into his chair once more, not without aid from Tasha, who helped him back down with a shove before placing her hands back on her hips once more. Brian caught his breath as the room remained awkwardly silent. Becky, his boss, who had just entered the room, began to saunter over to his desk. Each of her slow, deliberate steps making the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. He looked up to see her attractive, yet stone-cold, deadly serious eyes starring back at him. She did not look happy! "Brian, 30 minutes ago I asked you to do this paperwork" She leaned forward, tapping her long slender index finger and pedicured nail on his desk. "But look, you've hardly even started it..." She stood back to her full height, assuming the same power-pose as the rest of the girls with her hands on her hips. "30 MINUTES AGO" She continued, raising her voice menacingly once more, displaying her dominance. "I asked you to bring me a cup of coffee. Yet I come in here now and see that you've done NO WORK and you're fooling around and fighting with a bunch of girls. This is exactly the kind of laziness and bad attitude that I won't tolerate. You seriously need to buck up your ideas Brian, otherwise it won't be long before you're out of a job." She finished. Brian swallowed hard as the thought of losing his job struck a cord of fear into him. Becki loved how her step dad was being spoken down to by his young female superior in front of the four younger girls, a fact that only served to heighten Brian's embarrassment and shame. "Okay, girls, everybody out." Becky then commanded, clapping her hands, as the girls all shuffled outside. Brian could still hear their voices talking outside... "My stepdad... Unfortunately." He heard Becki say. He also noted how much more chipper and friendly Becky's voice had become. "My name's Becky too!" She chirped. Brian continued to listen in on their conversation. "If any of you girls need a Saturday job when you're sixteen, washing cars and stuff, just stop by and I'm sure we'll be able to work something out. I need all the help I can get with the three stooges I've got working here!" All of the girls broke out giggling before they all thanked Becky for the offer. "Hey, couldn't spare us twenty quid, could you?" He heard Sarah ask. "We really wanna go to the music festival this afternoon." "Oh no I'm sorry." Becky replied. "Oh, okay, thanks anyway." The girls cooed. Why the hell couldn't Becki and the rest of those little bitches have that kind of respect for him? Brian wondered. "Bye Bye." "Bye... Nice meeting you!" "Byyyeeee" He heard them all chirping back and forth. As the girls left, Becky turned and re-entered Brian's office, slamming the door violently once back inside. "Right!" She announced. It wasn't her style to be through berating him yet. Not by a long shot. "...But we've only got 53 pounds and a few cents!" Lisa whined as the girls walked off down the street. We need money for a bus ride, money to get into the arena and money for food and drink. We don't have nearly enough." "Let's just keep asking people, surely some loser will give us money." Tasha suggested. "DO. SOME. FUCKING. WORK!!!" The girls all looked at eachother before bursting out in giggles as they could still hear Becky yelling at Brian. "No... I've got a better idea." Sarah announced. "Instead of wasting time asking a bunch of losers for money, let's just take it!" "What do you mean?" Becki asked... "You mean rob someone?" "Yeeeeaaahh!!!" Lisa and Tasha both beamed. "Uh huh" Sarah sounded. "What does the average guy carry around with him, 40, 50, 60 quid? ...Maybe a lot more if we get lucky" She finished raising her eyebrows with a wicked grin. "Hmm. I don't think this is a good idea. We could get into trouble with the police." Becki hesitated. "Oh come on Becki!" The other three girls whined in unison. "If you got robbed, wouldn't you go to the police and report it though?" Becki asked in a serious tone, still apposing the idea. "I would like to see someone try to rob me!" Tasha cooed with cockiness. "No but seriously..." Becki pressed on. "Yeah, I guess I would go to the cops" Lisa then chimed in. "There's no way I'd let anyone get away with that, but that's why we should mug a guy and not a girl. A guy would be too embarrassed to tell anyone that he got robbed by girls and would just want to forget it ever happened." "Absolutely!" Sarah agreed emphatically. "Come on Becki, we'll need you to be our look-out, you don't have to do anything else!" "Oh all right, I guess." Becki finally conceded. "But that's all I'm doing!" She declared. "Yaaay!!!" Sarah cheered, skipping ahead of the rest of the girls, unable to contain her excitement for what they were planning. Sarah just loved to be bad. Last edited by jiminy; 19-Aug-13 at 03:36. |
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The girls decided that they would hang around at the mall until they spotted a
suitable victim. Their target would be a male, that was alone and visibly carrying an ample amount of cash. They wandered around the mall, looking out for guys going into stores, getting their wallets out and displaying cash on their person. Before making a move on anyone, the girls decided to have a drink in a diner. "What about him." Lisa suggested, nodding at a guy wearing shirt and tie. He appeared to be buying a take away meal for one. As he produced a wallet that appeared fat with paper notes, the girls eyes lit up. "Let's follow him!" Sarah beamed as the girls all leaped up, following the smartly dressed man as he left the diner. The man walked briskly towards the mall exit and out into the car park. The girls all scurried after him, keeping 15-to-20 feet back. No sooner was the man outside however, was he opening and hopping into a plush BMW. "FUCK!" Exclaimed Sarah, stomping her foot as their intended victim zoomed away. After a couple more failed attempts at searching for and pursuing a potential victim, the girls began to get frustrated. "Look, this is no good." Becki said as the girls found themselves back out in the car park again. "We're going to have to plan this better. First we need to find a place where we, or should I say you, are going to mug this guy. It has to be secluded and where no one can see what's happening. Then we need to find a guy and THEN we need to lure him there." "Okay..." Lisa began, "How about... Hmmm." She deliberated while looking around. "Around the back of there?" She finally pointed to a nearby brick wall that ran alongside the car park as a potential place. There was an opening at the far end of the wall and checking it out, the girls all agreed it would be an ideal place. All that was around there was a couple of parked fork lift trucks, a stack of wooden pallets and a bunch of garbage cans. "Okay, now we need to find a guy and lure him out here." Becki instructed. "...And just how are we meant to 'lure' him, Becki? Lay down a trail of football game tickets and cans of Budweiser?" Lisa joked. "No silly, I mean one of us will have to go and talk to him, say our car has a flat tyre or something... Guys love to think they're good at that kinda thing." "Oh I love it, I love it!" Sarah screeched, jumping up and down and flapping her hands in excitement. "It would probably look better if just *one* of us went and found a guy, while the rest of us waited out here." Becki then suggested. "Oh, oh, oh. Me! I'll do it!" Sarah quickly claimed responsibility. She was manic. "Hey baby..." She practised in a soft, demure and sexy voice. "Would do me a favor?" She continued, twirling a lock of her long, tousled, dirty-blonde hair and pouting her full red lips. Tasha and Lisa were both in fits of laughter as Sarah sashayed around continuing her little show before mincing off back into the mall to find a guy. Not wanting to waste any time, she walked into the first store she came to. An auto-parts store. Sarah rolled her tongue as she checked out a cute guy browsing the car-stereo section. Appearing to be in his early 20s, the guy carried the appearance of your typical college jock, around 6'2 with short shaved hair. Sarah would've otherwise been excited to ask him out, but just now, the thought of robbing him for his money excited her even more. Suddenly however, her attention was diverted by a guy at the counter. He paid in cash for what appeared to be a can of spray paint. Producing his wallet, it appeared chock-full of money. A smirk crept across Sarah's face as she continued to focus on the guy, eyeing him from head to toe. He too, appeared to be in his early twenties with dark hair and pale white skin. Tall and gangly, he was quite dorky looking with a big nose. He stood around 6'4" and wore a pair of grey knee-length cargo shorts and a red basketball shirt. Sarah momentarily pondered which guy to go after before making up her mind that it would be the dorky-looking guy. After all, the jock would probably be more inclined to deny the advances of a young girl in her mid-teens, whereas the dork would be hapless to resist helping the beautiful little minx. Plus Sarah knew the dork had money... "Hi..." Sarah cooed, catching up to him as he left. The guy had to check twice to see that she was indeed, speaking to him. "Hey." He finally returned in a deep voice, stopping to look down at the shorter girl who stood 5'8 in her high heels. "What's your name?" Sarah inquired. "Neil." The tall guy replied. "What's yours?" "Robyn." She lied with an evil grin. Sarah spun him the little story Becki had suggested, about her car having a flat tyre and needing assistance from a "big strong man" - like Neil. Sarah spoke flirtatiously and he, of course, didn't think twice about saying yes to the attractive young blonde, or that she might not even be old enough to own a car. He was just honored and felt privileged to have been asked and it wasn't long before she was leading him, by hand, out of the store. Sarah kept up a fast paced cat-walk in front of Neil with long, deliberate strides and her hips swaggering. Neil was forced to take awkward little steps in order to avoid catching Sarah's heels as she continued to lead him, her dainty hand slipping slightly and now just gripping his long index-finger as they walked. Neil noticed her black painted fingernails with each nail sharpened to a fine, menacing-looking pointed tip. He thought they looked unique and kind of sexy as he eyed the rest of her from behind - her short denim miniskirt showing off plenty of leg, her trim waist and long tousled wavy hair that danced as she walked. "Hey, what kind of car do you have?" Neil asked as they walked across the car park lot outside, approaching the opening in the wall. Sarah noticed that Becki had somehow found her way on top of the wall and sat looking down, with her legs dangling over the edge. She assumed Tasha and Lisa were behind the wall, waiting in the place they had arranged while Becki kept a look-out. "A Honda!" She chirped back at him in reply to his question. "Here - I'll show you." She then said, leading him through the small opening in the wall. Inside Neil saw no car, just the two brunette teenage girls, Tasha sitting in one of the parked fork-lift trucks while Lisa stood by. Sarah released his hand and walked back around, blocking his potential escape. "What's going on?" Neil then asked with a puzzled look as he eyed each of the girls before turning back to Sarah. Sarah slowly untied her blouse and removed it, leaving her in just her black-sports bra and miniskirt. She then stepped up close to him. "I said what's going on, Robyn?" Neil asked again. The other girls chuckled hearing the fake name Sarah had obviously fed him. "This!" Sarah suddenly said before jumping up and mashing her palms into his temples. "AARGH!!!" Neil yelled out as the blow dazed his senses, bending over and bringing his hands up either his of his head. In a flash, all three girls set upon him; kicking, punching, slapping, scratching. Sarah clawed her sharp nails across his face, drawing blood as each razor-sharp nail shredded his skin. Tasha reeled off a flurry of punches to his body and face, snapping his head back with a crisp, straight jab to the middle of his face, breaking his nose and causing it to pour with blood. Lisa bruised his legs and mid-section with a barrage of kicks to the shins and stomach, before kicking up high and punting him on the chin with the toe of her shoe, rocking his senses and causing him to crash to the floor. In desperation, Neil quickly began rolling and diving to avoid the deadly face kicks each girl went for. Most kicks missing his face by mere fractions of an inch as each girl's sexy leg rocketed up as Neil retreated back, darting around before finally being able to scramble back to his feet. Neil nervously looked from side to side as the girls once again advanced on him, surrounding him. He knew now that he was in a fight and had to defend himself. Tasha once again stepped up to him and snapped off a high-kick that whistled in his ears as he barely avoided it. Neil gritted his teeth and jabbed an angry punch back at Tasha but also not finding anything but air. Like a large wildebeast being hunted by a pack of lionesses, he hoped that his resilience shown so far would cause them to abandon their attack... But Neil's show of offence only served to heighten the girl's aggression as they all rushed him again, not wanting their victim to get away after coming this far. Neil covered up as best he could in defence but there was no way of avoiding six hands and six feet all together. Lisa smashed a hard punch into Neil's kidney while Tasha caught him with a stiff karate chop to the neck. "Hiii-Ya!!!" She yelled, before slamming a hard knee into his thigh, following up with another and another, numbing his leg as he grimaced in pain. Sarah then stepped up and unleashed an unsuspecting low-kick that smashed into his testicles, his feet briefly being lifted off the ground, such was the force behind the kick. It left him poleaxed and overwhelmed with pain. A look of sheer glee enveloped Sarah's face as she observed the excruciating agony that washed over Neil's face. He stood momentarily, clutching his groin, bow-legged and unable to move, unable to make a sound and unable to even breathe properly, the pain being so bad. Lisa wound up and blasted him in the face with a strong round-house punch, spinning his body around towards Tasha, who mirrored Lisa's punch, only the bigger, stronger brunette hitting much harder than her friend. Wearing a chunky gold sovereign ring on her middle finger, an audible 'smack' sounded out as Tasha's fist impacted his face, cracking his cheekbone and leaving a visibly defined "T" that was engraved into the ring she wore, imprinted onto his face. Now spinning into Sarah's path, she leaped up and delivered an impressive stagger kick, faking on one leg before powering the other up and into Neil's already sore and brutalized ball sack, this time impacting even harder than before. "Ding! Ding!" She playfully chirped, waving a finger in Neil's beaten, bloodied face as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he slowly collapsed to the ground with a long, slow, agonizing groan. The three girls mercilessly descended onto him, kicking him as he lied semi-conscious in a fetal position. Kicks and stomps rained down on his whole body. "Let's get his wallet!" Lisa finally called as their victim was now visibly beaten beyond the point of resistance. "No..." Sarah replied however, putting her arm out and stopping her friend from bending down to search his pockets. "Not yet..." She continued, slowly crouching down beside Neil. "Just take it!!!" Neil whimpered in defeat. "Just take my wallet!" He cried, wanting only for the assault to end. ...But that wasn't yet what Sarah had in mind as she crouched down beside him. "Oh no..." Neil breathed in fear as he watched her out of the corner of his eye. She was un-buckling her high heeled shoe, slowly and methodically. Finally she threaded the pink strap through the buckle and slipped the shoe off her left foot, letting out a little giggle as she did so. "Come on Sarah!" Becki called down, growing impatient with Sarah's apparent time-wasting when the girls could've been finished and now making an escape, but Sarah was relishing in the moment. With her shoe in hand, she looked up at the girls with a devilish smirk, before looking down at Neil and hearing his plea for sympathy "Please don't..." He whimpered again. Sarah however simply blew him a kiss before raining down the hard heel of her shoe onto his face, again and again. "Argh!!" Neil spat as blood poured from the deep cuts each blow busted open. Tasha and Lisa cheered her on. "Give it to him Sarah!" ... "You go girl!" They both called. On and on Sarah viciously beat him with her shoe, working up a sweat in the mid-day sun as she relentlessly battered him. Leaving one hand to defend his crotch, Neil put the other across his face so that the heel wouldn't put out his eyeballs. The heavy shoe acted like a small hammer as his face and even his hand were soon awash in blood, streaming down and leaving a pool beside where he lay on the hard concrete. Finally Sarah relented her assault. She took a moment to drink in her victory over an older, larger, adult male. She wiped the blood from her heel using his basketball shirt before shuffling back to her feet and slipping her bare foot back into her shoe and re-fastening the buckle. "Now gimme your fucking money!" She snapped, using her foot to roll Neil's body over onto his front, exposing his back pockets. Sarah took out the fat wallet from his back pocket. She searched each compartment and pulled out all of the money before tossing the black leather wallet to the ground. The girls all gasped as they saw the huge wad of cash Sarah had retrieved. Lisa even came in and pulled the loose change from the front pockets of his cargo shorts, leaving him absolutely penniless. Picking up her blouse, Sarah tucked all of the money into her front pocket before re-tying it around her middle. Neil lie with spasms of pain shooting through his body from the ruthless assault he had suffered. Sarah rolled her eyes as she listened to his incoherent mumbles. "I think I should put this fucking loser out of his misery, whaddya think girls?" She grinned. "Yeah - you go for it girl." Lisa agreed. "Knock him the fuck out!" She encouraged. Sarah leaned down and harshly pulled up on Neil's hair, he was too badly beaten to be pulled back to his feet, but with some effort Sarah managed to pull him up into a sitting position, on his ass with his legs spread apart, but still instinctively covering his crotch. Without warning Sarah then blasted him with a short, sharp, soccer kick to the face. The brutal kick snapping his head back violently as his body immediately went limp and flopped down, out cold and motionless. Sarah, Tasha and Lisa gathered around and surrounded their victim's prostrate body triumphantly with their hands on their hips. To add insult to injury, Sarah once again scooped up Neil's wallet. It was empty apart from a few credit cards. The girls looked on as Sarah used both hands to bend the wallet into a tube shape before crouching down, pulling open Neil's mouth and stuffing his wallet as far into his mouth as it would go. "Thanks for your help - hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." Sarah arrogantly said as she stood back up. All of the girls, even Becki, couldn't help but break out into giggles at the comical sight of the unconscious man with his own wallet involuntarily sticking out of his mouth, forming an "O" shape. "Sarah! You're so cruel!" Tasha commented in between giggles. Becki, suddenly turning around and noticing an elderly couple walking across the parking lot, getting a little too close for comfort, quickly made her way down from the wall. To get down, she climbed across and used the pile of wooden pallets that were stacked up high to climb down into the area where the rest of the girls were, still giggling away. "Come on, we gotta go, people are coming..." She quickly said, grabbing Sarah by the wrist and pulling her along after her. "Oh but I could really use a pee!" Sarah protested, still giggling, looking back at Neil's open mouth. "No!" Becki anxiously shot back as she lead Sarah quickly through the clearing in the wall and out into the parking lot as Lisa and Tasha nipped along after them. "Okay, well I'll just have to take it in your Dad's mouth, next time I see him!" Sarah replied. "Hmm, okay..." Becki giggled, preferring the sound of that idea. "And he's my step dad, not my real dad!" she stressed. "Whatever!" Sarah sighed, as the two girls bantered. They continued walking, each of the girls unable to wipe the smiles from their faces, basking in the ease at which they were able to lure, attack and rob an unsuspecting civilian of their hard earned money. "WOW... There's like, 280 pounds here!" Sarah beamed in delight as she finished counting the money. Added to the fifty Becki's loser dad gave us, that's 330 pounds!" "...And some change!" Lisa cooed, jangling the loose change she had taken from both Brian and Neil." Sarah finally divided the money up between the four of them. "We should definitely do this more often!" She said with great enthusiasm. |
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Re: The Teenage Girl Gang
Cool story, extremely well written! Would be something if they beat up a group of boys at the music festival for some more money!
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Re: The Teenage Girl Gang
A Very excellent series of stories!
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A very nice compliment. I always say, if one person enjoys it (other than me) then it was worth investing the time.
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