Becky vs. the Biker
by BC comments welcome at bc242@hotmail.com
Teenage girl beats up and humiliates a former "tough guy"


  As a member of the "baby boom" generation, I have been astounded at the 
superior, contemptuous attitude of younger generations, especially among 
women. Two years ago I witnessed a powerful albeit extreme example of this.

  The incident took place in the parking lot of a large supermarket in the 
town where I live in suburban New Jersey, near New York City. During my 
shopping I encountered both of the eventual protagonists, of course having 
no idea of the confrontation that was to come...

  The store, like many in this state, has a separate liquor section with its 
own cashier, so that alcohol is sold separately from the groceries and the 
state's arcane liquor laws are complied with. I was picking up a bottle of 
wine and found myself waiting at the cash register behind a big, fat, smelly 
slob of a man. He seemed to be in his late forties, a few years older than 
me. He wore biker clothes and a sweaty Harley-Davidson T-shirt, and was 
buying a quart of beer. It was clearly not his first drink of the day. 
Between belches and farts he fumbled for his money.
I was getting impatient waiting for this jerk to find the money and I let 
out an annoyed sigh. The guy turned around to face me. "You got a problem, 
buddy?" he spat.

  Looking at him closely for the first time, I saw all the tattoos on his 
arms and torso. He had a big beer belly and looked as though he had once 
been a real tough guy, maybe even a Hell's Angel. But his greasy hair was 
thin and graying, and his big, bushy David Crosby-like mustache was as much 
gray as black, and this along with the gray stubble on a weathered face told 
me that his best days were behind him.

  Still, the biker was bigger than me and besides, I was never much of a 
fighter, and he looked as though he had been in a few tangles in his life. I 
definitely didn't want to get into a confrontation with him and told him no, 
I didn't want any trouble. The jerk finally paid for his beer, gave me a 
nasty look and left.

  As I was doing the rest of my shopping I saw a group of four girls in 
their mid-teens. One of them was doing the talking while the other three 
listened. As they passed me I heard the girl say to one of her friends "That 
fucking asshole is the worst fucking teacher in the whole school! If he 
gives you any shit about your cutting class i'll kick his ass from one end 
of the hallway to the other!" Her friends giggled and looked at her in 
admiration.

  The girl immediately struck me as the type of girl that we all knew in 
high school. The kind that likes to sound and act tough, that goes out of 
her way to use foul language as often as possible. And this girl clearly 
didn't care who heard her curse im public.

  As I continued to shop I saw the group of girls several more times. I 
couldn't hear what she was saying, but the same girl was doing all the 
talking and her friends were laughing along with her comments. The more I 
saw the group, the more it was obvious that the girl was a natural leader. 
At first glance she appeared just average looking, but she carried herself 
in such a confident, arrogant manner that radiated power and personal 
magnetism in a way that somehow increased her attractiveness.

  And though she was a bit plump, she wore a tight tank-top which outlined 
her breasts, nipples and all, and left a bare midriff. She was wearing a 
pair of very short, tight cutoff jeans on her jiggling butt, barely covering 
the tops of the thighs of her chunky legs. Usually only slimmer girls dare 
to dress like this, but this girl strutted around like a beauty queen, and 
seemed to expect as her due the admiration and respect she got from her 
friends. Her face was pretty, but would have been even prettier if her it 
were just a little slimmer. In a photograph, some of her friends might have 
looked better than her, but in person she radiated charisma, the kind that 
one is either born with or not. It wasn't hard to see why the other girls 
looked up to her.

  The girls were paying for the candy they got when I got on the checkout 
line. The leader contemptuously dumped a handful of nickels and dimes on the 
counter, and the cashier, who was old enough to be the girl's grandmother, 
gave her an annoyed look, as if she was going to scold her for bad manners. 
The girl glared threateningly back at the woman without saying a word, and 
the cashier backed down, picking up the money and giving the girl her 
change. The girls, all trying to act as tough as their leader, smiled 
gloatingly at the cashier as they left. I was amazed at how the girls all 
disrespected their elder. As I added up their years I realized that 
combined, the four girls may not have as many years at the lady they had 
just dissed!

  I was pushing the shopping cart to my car when I heard a commotion at the 
far end of the parking lot. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY, YOU FAT FUCK?" It 
was the leader of the girls again, and she was yelling at the biker who had 
been in front of me at the liquor section, buying the beer! I had been 
afraid to confront him, but the foul-mouthed teenaged girl had no such 
problem. Apparently he had made some lewd comment about the way she was 
dressed, and she wasn't about to turn the other cheek.

  "Well, Pops?" she persisted. "Are you going to apologize or do I have to 
kick the shit out of you?"

  The man winced when the girl called him "Pops". He was only a few years 
older than me, but now that I thought about it, he was almost 50 years old 
and she was about 16 - he was three times her age!

  I had backed away from this guy because he was bigger and taller than me. 
But the girl was even shorter than me, and she wasn't the least bit 
intimidated  by his size, tattoos, biker gear or anything else. And though 
Pops looked fierce when he had glared at me earlier, he was now turning away 
from his young female tormentor.

  "GET BACK HERE, YOU WASHED UP FUCKING HELL'S ANGELS WANNABE!" she barked, 
but the biker continued to walk away.The girl started after him. "Go get 
him, Becky!" one of her friends called out.

  So that was her name! Becky!

  Becky stalked Pops, her chunky legs rapidly closing the gap between them. 
Pops apparently didn't realize this as he swigged from his quart bottle. 
Suddenly Becky swung her leg up. I thought that she was going to kick Pops 
in the ass, but as she leaned into it, got underneath and slammed her 
sneakered foot - from behind - right into his balls!

  Pops let out a surprised grasp as he fell on his ass, dropping the bag 
with his beer bottle as he clutched his balls. He had no idea what had 
happened until he turned around to see Becky standing over him, hands on her 
hips. He looked incredulously at her, then at his crotch, and then at the 
bag with the cracked beer bottle.

  The middle-aged man looked up at the gloating teenaged girl. "Why, you 
little fucking bitch!" Pops cried out as he got to his knees. Before he 
could get any further, Becky delivered a powerful kick to his big belly. He 
moaned loudly from the agonizing pain. He was clutching his gut and his 
still aching balls as he tried again to get up. "Motherfucker!" he growled 
as he rose up. Becky swung her left leg around and blasted pop's mouth. 
Blood flowed from his swelling lips.

  "Watch your fucking language, Pops!" hissed Becky as she started kicking 
the aging biker all over his body. "You're old enough to be my fucking 
father! How can I respect my fucking elders when a piece of shit like you is 
one of my fucking elders? So I don't want to hear any more fucking shit from 
your fucking mouth or I'll rip your fucking tongue out! Understand, 
asshole?"

  Pops mumbled something unintelligible, but that didn't stop Becky from 
blasting his face with another kick. I was beginning to realize that her 
plump body disguised a tremendously powerful body. "GET THE FUCK OVER THERE, 
POPS!" Becky ordered, pointing towards an area behind a dumpster that 
blocked the view from the rest of the parking lot.

  Although he was a broken man at that point, Pops was foolish enough not to 
obey his teenaged tormentress. Or maybe he was scared at the thought of what 
Becky would do if she continued her wipeout of him. In desperation, he 
picked up the bag holding the cracked beer bottle and made to swing it at 
Becky, but she kicked it out of his hand. She pulled the bottle out of the 
bag, smashed it on the ground and held the gagged-edged glass towards him.

  Pops, having been pummeled and drained looked even older than 50 at this 
point, but the sight of the broken glass that Becky was waving at him 
finally got through to his foggy brain and he retreated, on his hands and 
knees towards where Becky had ordered him to go. Becky helped him along, 
kicking him repeatedly as if he was a soccer ball, until she had him where 
she wanted him.

  As this was happening, several high-school aged guys, jock types, saw what 
was happening and walked towards the commotion. "Hey guys, it's Becky, 
kicking the shit out of some old dude!" one said. The other boys laughed. "I 
guess he doesn't know Becky's reputation, or what she did to Jimmy!" one 
said, and the other guys laughed and nodded.

  As Becky continued to kick Pops towards the dumpster, I asked one of the 
guys what Becky's reputation was, who Jimmy was, and what Becky had done to 
him.

  The jock laughed. Becky had the reputation, he told me, of being the 
toughest kid in the entire high school - male or female - of any age. Jimmy 
was Becky's older brother, four years her senior, and he used to pick on her 
as older brothers often do. But about three years before, Becky had heard 
how sensitive a man's testicles were, and she started fighting back by 
kicking her big brother's balls!

  After Becky did this a couple of times, Jimmy realized that he was in 
trouble. He stopped instigating fights and tried to make peace with her, but 
it was too late. Becky had discovered that she was much better at kicking 
Jimmy than he was at defending himself against his little sister. But beyond 
that, she discovered how much fun she had when she did it! She thrilled to 
the look of fear and despair on her former tormenting brother's face. And 
the revenge was too satisfying for her to give up. No, there was no way that 
Becky was going to stop now! She started tormenting her big brother on a 
daily basis from then on.

  Apparently, their mom and dad were unaware of the shift in power from 
their son to their daughter, but everyone at Jimmy's high school knew that 
his sister (Becky was in the 7th grade and Jimmy in the 11th when she 
started to punish him) was regularly kicking the shit out of him. His 
classmates lost respect for him and he even lost his girlfriend because of 
it.

  Jimmy had just gotten his driver's license and for the next two years 
Becky made her big brother chauffeur him around, regardless of his own 
plans. The kids knowingly snickered when they saw Becky sitting in the back 
seat of Jimmy's car while he looked miserable driving around town.

  Finally, the jock told me, Becky literally kicked her big brother out of 
the house! Jimmy had been planning to go to a local college, but he couldn't 
take his kid sister's beatings and realized that the only way he could 
escape them was to go to an out of town school. Their parents were unaware 
of what had caused their son's sudden change of plans, but everyone at 
school knew! To this day, Jimmy rarely comes home, even during vacations, 
and their parents still don't know why! Despite her viciousness towards her 
brother most of the time, Becky acted like a sweet, innocent child! Jimmy, 
of course, was too ashamed to admit to his parents that he was afraid of his 
kid sister kicking the shit out of him whenever she felt like it, which 
apparently was often.

  While the jock was telling me this, Becky, having herded Pops behind the 
dumpster, continued to kick him for five minutes while her friends and male 
schoolmates watched.

  "Okay, motherfucker," she said, "take your clothes off!"

  Pops looked incredulously at Becky and the other youngsters. "Just leave 
me alone, kid!" he whined, sounding and looking like much less of a man than 
when he first confronted me less than an hour before. Red blood was now 
caked on his gray stubble.

  But Becky wasn't finished.

  When Pops hesitated, Becky again brandished the jagged-edged broken 
bottle. "NOW, MOTHERFUCKER!" she thundered.

  Pops saw that he was in a hopeless situation and slowly started to peel of 
his shirt, but it wasn't fast enough for Becky, and she started to kick him 
again. "I want you balls-ass naked in 60 seconds, asshole!" she warned.

  "OKAY! OKAY, KID!" cried Pops as he frantically tore his clothes off. But 
the young girl was having too much fun kicking the old man around and 
showing off to her friends, so despite Pop's efforts, Becky kept on kicking 
him until he was stark naked.

  Becky started to laugh. "Look at your tiny prick!" the girl sang out. "You 
have a big fucking belly but only a slinky little worm! MY CLIT IS BIGGER 
THAN YOUR PRICK!"

  All the kids laughed. Becky was right. Pops' penis was unusually small, 
especially considering the size of the rest of his body! He seemed like a 
big tough guy when I backed away from a confrontation with him in the store, 
but now he was crying! I had been afraid to fight him, but i had just seen a 
teenaged girl batter his body with her feet, make him take his clothes off 
in the parking lot and now, she was making him cry!

  As Pops was sobbing like a baby, Becky gathered his clothes. She pulled 
out a wad of cash from his pocket. "Over three hundred dollars! Thanks, 
Pops!" she purred as she came across a welfare check stub.Becky laughed. 
"This bum must have just cashed his welfare check, but now it's ours! We'll 
make better use of it than you would have, Pops!" Becky gloated she said, 
handing each of her friends a $20 bill and putting the rest of the money in 
her pocket. She searched the rest of his pockets, finding a pack of 
Marlboros and a lighter. She took a cigarette and passed around others to 
her friends and lit their smokes, and tucked a corner of the red and white 
pack between the waistband of her shorts and her bare midriff.

  The cruel girl stepped right in front of Pop's face as he lay on the 
ground, her white leather Nikes inches from his mouth. "I just kicked the 
shit out of you with these feet and shoes, shithead! she purred, hands on 
her hips, cigarette dangling from her mouth. "Show the respect for them! 
Kiss your conquerors!"

  The last vestiges of male pride caused the aging biker to hesitate yet 
again, but Becky held up his clothes. "You don't get these back until you do 
as I say, shithead!" she murmured. Pops shuddered, but knew he had no 
choice. He started slobbering all over Becky's shoes. But blood had mingled 
with Pops' black-but-graying bushy mustache, which acted as a paint brush 
for the blood. When Becky saw this, she kicked Pops' face and ordered him to 
lick the shoes clean.

  It was almost comical watching the defeated biker tire to lick
Becky's shoes clean as new drops of blood hit the Nikes. Becky motioned for 
her friends to gather around and drop their cigarette butts on the ground, 
making the biker pick them up with his mouth and chew and swallow them. When 
he finally finished, Pops looked up at the smiling girls, a pathetic look on 
his face.

  "PLEASE GIRLS!" Pops croaked. "I'VE DONE EVERYTHING THAT YOU WANTED! I'LL 
NEVER MESS WITH YOU AGAIN! MAY I PLEASE HAVE MY CLOTHES BACK, PLEASE!" The 
man must have felt as small as his little dick at having to beg the teenaged 
girls to stop hurting and humiliating him. But the hurt and humiliation was 
not over.

  "Okay, asshole! Becky murmured. "We'll give you your clothes back, but one 
more thing first!

  Becky whispered to her friends, who giggled at her idea. Looking around to 
make sure that no one else saw them, the girls lowered their pants and 
pissed all over the biker's clothes until they were totally drenched!

  "NOW PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, ASSHOLE!" 
barked Becky.

  Hatred flowed from Pop's eyes as his fuzzy mind grasped the depth of the 
girl's capacity to humiliate him even further. Sheepishly, he put on his 
urine-soaked clothing, not wanting to remain naked or piss off his teenaged 
tormentress any more. When he was done, Becky kicked his ass and balls one 
more time, and high-fived her cheering friends.

  One of the jocks, the biggest and best looking one of the group, 
approached the girls. They all swooned over him. The guy could have gotten 
any of the girls, some of whom were taller and more shapely than Becky, if 
you just went by photographic looks. But as I said, Becky had a magnetism 
about her. She exuded a glow of charisma and confidence, and this made her 
seem sexier than her friends. The boy went past the other girls and started 
talking to Becky. Soon the two of them were walking with their arms around 
each other's waists, as their friends followed in a group behind them.

  As I wheeled the shopping cart towards my car, Becky turned around, 
noticing me for the first time. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT ASSHOLE?" 
she spat out. "DO YOU WANT TO BE NEXT, OLD MAN?"

  Suddenly, I shuddered with fear. I'm sure that my shaking was noticable. 
I'm in my early 40's. I don't consider myself an old man, but Becky was 16, 
so I was easily old enough to be her father. But after watching her 
physically demolish and psychologically humiliate a man that I had been 
afraid to fight, I regarded Becky with respect and awe. I beat a hasty 
retreat to my car, and saw that Becky was starting after me. I certainly 
didn't want to be her next victim, so I threw my grocery bags in the back 
and took off.

  "CHICKEN SHIT OLD MAN! Becky called out at me. "IF I EVER SEE YOU HERE 
AGAIN I'LL KICK YOU TO A PULP AND YOU WON'T EVEN BE ABLE TO WALK AWAY UNDER 
YOUR OWN POWER LIKE THAT BUM!" she said, glancing at the pathetic figure of 
Pops as he slinked away in his steamy, piss-drenched clothes. I drove out of 
the parking lot as fast as I could.

  Since then, I haven't gone back to that supermarket, and I probably never 
will. It's more convenient than any other in my area, but I am truly afraid 
of Becky. It might be a pain in the ass to go out of my way to shop 
somewhere else from now on, but I'm fearful that Becky would give me a more 
painful pain in the ass if she catches me there! I have no doubt of Becky's 
willingness or ability to kick me "to a pulp" as she said, and I'm sure that 
she would be happy to keep her promise and do it without hesitation if she 
ever sees me there again.

  Call me a wimp, or a "chicken shit old man", as Becky did, but I'm too 
scared of the formidable teenaged girl to take the chance!