Ellen won't quit.

As you arrive, Kimmy has twisted Ellen’s arm behind her back, and is pulling it upward. Ellen winces in pain, but shows no sign of surrender, cursing the topless Japanese American girl.

“Stop it” you say, and Kimmy turns to look at you blankly, while Ellen’s eyes burn with anger. She screams, and attempts to get back on both of her feet, only to have Kimmy give a quick jerk on the pinned arm, bringing Ellen down on both of her knees.

“Why are you being such a bitch?” Kimmy yells, bringing her face down beside Ellen’s ear.

“Fuck you, whore!” Ellen says with a snarl. You really are shocked at Ellen’s reaction. You knew she had a temper, but you thought she may have cooled down by now. On the other hand she was likely stressed out beyond belief.

“Ellen, just stop, okay? Kimmy will let you go, and we can all go our separate ways. I won’t bother you anymore, unless you want to see me, alright?” Ellen shook her head and body back and forth, trying to break free, her hair was disheveled, and her cheerleading uniform rumpled by the ongoing catfight. Her blue eyes locked on yours, and you could tell she was considering what you had said.

“Fuck her, Ellen. Strip the rest of the clothes off the little bitch!” somebody yelled from the small crowd now gathered in the hallway. A hail of catcalls and laughter followed.

“Alright” Ellen said softly, and looking over at Kimmy you nodded. After a seconds hesitation, Kimmy let go of Ellen’s arm. Ellen got up off of her knees, and began to massage her arm. As she did Kimmy scanned the hallway for her bra, covering her breasts with one of her arms. Over the shoulders of the crowd you could Ellen’s, redheaded roommate Amy striding purposefully towards the three of you from the end of the hall, her face full of concern.

Suddenly Ellen turned, her blue eyes trimmed in red from crying and rage, and she charged back at Kimmy. The brunette dodged Ellen’s charge, and delivered a punch to her back as she passed. Ellen cried out at the **** of the blow, and as she turned, Kimmy swept her leg out under Ellen’s, and she fell flat on the floor, knocking the air from her lungs. Quickly, Kimmy sat down on the small of Ellen’s back, just above her ass, which she gave a firm smack. Looking back at the group of student gathered in the hall way with a look of triumph, she took a hold of the waistband of Ellen’s cheerleading skirt, and yanked down the zipper, and pulled the skirt off of her body.

Ellen groaned, still catching her breath.

Amy moved through to the edge of the crowd, looking at you and then at her roommate, lying on the floor. As you and she watched, Kimmy slid her hands on either side of Ellen’s waist, and grabbed her outer panties, and the underwear beneath, she began to push them down Ellen’s slim waist, but then looked back at you, as Amy took several steps towards the fighting coeds.