Hannah

Nikki had tried to turn me on. I refused to allow that to go unpunished. No matter how dirty Nikki played, I would overcome it.

That little trick had pissed me off and I was going to make her regret it.

I rushed Nikki to initiate the next exchange. Swinging a wild fist, she ducked out of the way. I threw out my boot as she moved and caught her on the ankle. The ankle two tripped her and she fell forwards, only just managing to reach out and catch a tree before she fell.

I grabbed the back of her black and white sports jacket, aiming to rip it off her. She whirled around and slapped me in the face. I lost my grip on it and she spun away from my grasp.

I had her on the run now. I could feel my anger building as I moved in for the kill. Was she taking me seriously yet, I wondered?

She ran towards me again, but I scored yet another kick on her. Nikki hissed as the toe of my boot struck another blow. This time I charged her jumped on her back. Nikki’s legs fell out from under her and my whole weight fell on top of her.

I wasted no time in ripping the sports jacket right off her back. I heard Nikki breathing heavily as I got off her and threw her jacket away.

Nikki was now down to a red t-shirt, socks, sneakers, and her underwear. I was still fully clothed and could barely believe things were going so well.

I wasn’t about to let this get away from me now.