No, Hannah Does

I couldn’t believe I was beating Nikki this badly. The first time she’d let me strip her. The second time I didn’t have that chance. But this time I’d completely overwhelmed her in a fair fight.

Nikki shook her arms out and charged back towards me. I caught her coming in with my trusty combat boots. Nikki grimaced but kept coming towards me. She threw a whirlwind of blows now, forcing me to cover up.

She backed me away from the copse of trees and back to the path. Then she took a handful of my hair and forced me to bend over. With her other hand, she hammered blow after blow into the back of my head.

I sank to my knees and did my best to dislodge her hand from my hair. Nikki responded by hitting me harder and harder until I was crouched into a ball. She’d knocked me silly and I felt dizzy.

“Fucking bitch,” she muttered more to herself than me.

Nikki reached over and gripped the bottom of my trench coat and wrenched it up my back. Her attempt at stripping me made me spring to my feet. Nikki folded the coat over my head. We were now in a tug of war for my trench coat. She had the advantage as I stumbled around, holding on for dear life.

One enormous tug and Nikki relinquished the trench coat from my arms. There was nothing I could do and I was now down to my black hoodie.

I glanced at her holding my trench coat. I wasn’t going to let up. I charged forwards looking to turn the tables instantly,