I wait, seething

The longer I sat and stewed over what that twit Sally put me through, the angrier I got. Ordinarily quite passive, I began to plot my vengeance.

Minutes later, Sally sashayed into the lockerroom by herself. Before she could open her mouth to mock me, I gave her a savage kick to the gut.

The darkhaired slut sank into the corner, winded. Before she could compose herself, I grabbed an empty drawstring gymbag and covered her head, knotting the cord at her neck. The disoriented girl presented little resistance as I pulled her uniform from her and tugged her into my own miniscule outfit, sans thong.

Now dressed in her uni, I knotted her hands behind her with the thong's elastic and dragged the now struggling cheer captain to the hall that adjoined the boys' lockerroom.

Inside the empty room, I pulled her arms over a pole and pushed her to the floor. Sally struggled, but the hooded teen couldn't extricate herself. I left and rejoined the pep rally, a big smile as I knew the team would soon return to the lockerroom to prepare for the big game.