Nikki Arrives

I was the first to arrive. It gave me the chance to scan the scene and think about my strategy. Laura had really helped me learn all the tricks of fighting. I didn’t look for her. I never wanted to risk giving away her position, but I knew she was looking over me. I’d even let her paint my lips and eyes black just like hers.

It had rained the night before. The grass was slick, but it wasn’t really muddy except on the boggy ground a little apart from our chosen place.

Today I had taken a different tactic. Layers hadn’t worked, nor had wearing casual clothes. So I’d decided on wearing an outfit that would be difficult to take off. Nikki would have to work hard to strip me down.

I wore a black tank top with a green band graphic on the front, my plain black hoodie on top, and my anarchist trench coat, which flapped around my ankles. It had a big white anarchist ‘A’ stitched onto the back. Laura had suggested I wear my black jean shorts too. These were nearly skin tight and came down to the top of my thighs. They made my ass look rounder and bigger than it actually was. I’d secured them with a bright silver belt with spikes on them, the one thing Nikki had left behind after our last encounter. Finally, I wore my black combat boots. The only piece of colour I had was my pink and blue bubblegum hair.

I waited nervously. The autumn wind blew into my trench coat and hit my legs, making me shiver.

Five minutes later Nikki arrived, alone, as agreed.

She came with that arrogant expression across her face. Already, Nikki looked her up and down like a queen high up on a hill.

Nikki hadn’t taken anywhere near the same amount of care as her in her clothing choices.

She wore a simple red t-shirt, her black and white sports jacket from last time, open at the front, and a loose pair of black and white basketball shorts with a pair of sneakers.

It was almost like she was asking me to strip her down. Maybe she seriously thought I didn’t stand a chance and she wanted to make it more interesting.

“Well, well, I wondered when you were going to ask me to come see you,” said Nikki. “I thought you were giving up.”

“Fat chance, bitch,” I growled. “This ends today.”

Nikki raises her eyebrows. “I don’t think so.”

“You like strip wrestling so much, fine, if that’s what turns you on, but we’re going to see how much you like it when you’re the one going home naked!”

“I love strip wrestling, and I know you do too. Does it make you wet down there like it does me?”

I blushed. It created a funny feeling in my stomach. I wasn’t going to answer that. Of course it wouldn’t turn me on, right? This was about showing a bully who was boss. This was about ****.

“I love seeing that ass of yours. Third time lucky, eh?” She winked.

“Oh fuck you.” I clenched my fists. “This time it’s going to be me seeing all of you.”

Nikki giggled. “Come on then.”