The Prickly Rose: Who needs Thorns when you can have a Rose?
by C-master, CmasterUK@go.com
The tough gang leader gets more than her bargained for and a surprise new gang member.


So here we were again. In the alley outside the backdoor of The Club. The bouncers didn't 
seem to like us there. And there must be well over twenty of them. There are twenty of us but 
we're always chucked out. We always get past the few at the door no problem but all their 
mates get us later. Anyway, like I said, we were here in the alley outside The Club. What most 
people don't realise is that outside the flashy centre of the city is a mass of rundown areas. 
Our gang's home is just along a bit then round to the left.

I think I should explain. My name is Peter Thomas. I am the leader of a gang called The 
Thorns. Some of the boys think it is a poncey name but I like it. Thorns overcome everything 
that gets in their way and are highly feared in their world.

Anyway, there we were - Thorn Alley. I also named our gang after here which in turn was 
named by us after the thorn bushes that are growing through the road against the walls. Like 
many alleys, the road is broken up with moss and weeds and shit growing through. Now we're 
getting nearer the middle. I hope we get some trespassers so we can administer payment for 
the use of our alley. Suddenly, I noticed a person down the other end. I thought we must get 
some knuckle action soon. That would make us feel better after those bastards in The Club. 
When the person was a bit closer, I saw it was a girl in a long coat. She had long blonde hair 
and had a dark coat down to her ankles. 
"Great!" I thought, "That's all I need."
I had wanted a fight, not having to give directions to some lost girl.
She came up to me and said, "I'm looking for The Thorns."
"Hmmm," I started, "Well you've found us. But why do you want us?"
"I've heard you're pretty tough. I want a piece of the action," she said.
But I had to explain to her, "Well you know, normally we don't take girls"
"Show us your tits!" yelled Tom, one of the boys.
The girl laughed, "You'll see plenty soon."
I was about to explain to her why we don't take girls when she cut me off.
She asked, "Don't you have a test?"
"Yes," informed her, "we do. That's why we have no girls."
"Why was that again?" she asked impatiently.
"Because you have to fight me and last for two minutes," I told her smugly.
"Is that all," she laughed, "why don't you make it three minutes for me."
She responded to my puzzled expression with, "As I'm an extraordinary case."
"I'm sorry," I said, "I'm afraid that I can't hit a girl."
"Oh," she sniggered, "don't worry. You won't have to"
She grabbed her coat, pulled it off and tossed it towards Tom who caught it full in the face.
"Hold this sweetie, will you?" she asked Tom as she assumed a fighting stance.
It was then that I saw that she wasn't just a little girl. She was, in fact, the biggest girl I had 
ever seen. She had long blonde hair hanging loose, down past big shoulders. Below that were 
huge arms and although she was only in a loose fighting stance, she had big round biceps 
bulging up and here arms extended to well developed forearms then to big fists with large, 
menacing knuckles and on each finger was a big, heavy gold sovereign ring. She was wearing 
a big white T-shirt which hung loose over what I'm sure was a very flat stomach. Below that 
were very tight and very highly cut cut-off denims. Obviously this was to reveal her legs to the 
fullest. Her thighs looked were an unbelievable size with big round quads arching out. Down a 
bit further and her slightly bent knees had layers of muscle sitting on them. Down further still 
and she had huge diamond-shaped calves and finally, she had a pair of steel toe-capped Doc 
Marten boots on. Naturally, I changed my mind.
"I don't you need the test," I told her as I stepped back into the guys.
They obviously thought she did as they shoved me forward into her waiting arms.
As she caught me, she whispered, "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."
I gathered myself and assumed my fighting stance. She cockily regained her stance. 
I thought, "Maybe, because of her size, I'll have a speed advantage."
Well that feeble hope was wrong when we started.
I announced, "Let's go!"
Immediately, she tightened her fists and I just caught a glance of her now enormous knuckles 
as they seemed like they were about to burst through her skin. But it was just a brief glance as 
immediately, she sent a straight left, right combo into my face then brought her (now leading) 
right leg up into a side kick to my face. As her foot had sped towards me, I had caught a 
glimpse of her sole then her sole blasted into my face, sending me flying back. I landed on my 
back some distance away and although conscious, clearly finished. She took some time to 
walk up to me, which gave some time to get to my knees. By the time she reached me, I was 
on my knees. She held my head then stepped forward and placed her thighs around my head. 
She started to squeeze my head between her legs. At first, this brought me back to my 
senses, but it wasn't long before I started to feel sleepy. (Actually, I was told afterwards that it 
wasn't long but at the time, it seemed like forever.) When I felt like I was about to go, she 
released me and I fell to the ground. I could hear her saying something but I was too far-gone 
to make it out. Eventually, I got myself together and managed to struggle to my feet. Our girl 
was now a few feet away. She took a short run and launched her left knee into my stomach. 
Her right knee swung round into my face. That was it. As soon as her knee sledgehammered 
into my cheek, everything went black. When I came to, I was on a bed in a bedroom 
(surprisingly).
"Well Hi there, sleepyhead," came a voice and I looked to see my girl coming into the room.
She was wearing only her underwear. She struck a quick pose and I got a good view of her 
impressive body. She must have had at least 20 inches around her arms and calves and her 
huge thighs must have been at least 30 inches. As for her stomach, it was more than just flat; 
she had a rippling six-pack, one that would be the envy of any male bodybuilder.
She continued, "So tell me, did I last long enough? Am I a Thorn?"
I answered, "Yes. I think that could be said."
She smiled and said, "I'm glad. Otherwise I would have to persuade you."
She went into a fighting stance and did a left punch, right punch, left elbow back into a back 
elbow, brought her right knee up to waist level, did a right uppercut elbow, brought her right 
leg and body round to the left and when high, swung her right sole back through the air in a 
vicious hook kick then spun into a high right backspin kick. She did all this in a very rapid 
combo that would have finished anyone had there been anyone but the air to receive it. She 
finished and lay down on the bed beside me.
I was mesmerized that such a huge girl could move so fast and with so much technical skill.
She said, "But I'm also glad because I'm finding myself becoming more and more attracted to 
you."
Whereas I felt a strange, overwhelming attraction towards her, I have always believed that the 
guy should be the stronger one in a relationship. However, like I said, I was becoming more 
attracted to her and I felt that turning her down wouldn't really be a good idea. However, I 
decided to test the waters.
I stood up and asked her, "By the way, I still don't know your name - and how did you get to be 
like you are."
"My name is L.Rose and the rest is a long story. So if you want to know more, you'll have to lie 
here next to me," she told me, tapping the bed next to her.
I hesitated but she persisted, "Oh come on, I'm not going to talk up to you so just lie down next 
to me and I'll tell you all about it."
I lay down beside her on the bed and she started, "See, that's much better. Now, where do I  
begin?"