Grade "A" Bitch
by Alpesco
Alicia makes sure that everyone is obedient.


It was two o'clock in the afternoon when Alicia released me. Her voice finally overrode the automatic lock on my door, and I stumbled out of my room.

I hadn't slept much. I was in too much pain. She certainly hit hard. My face was covered in bruises and I was sure that my cheek bone was broken.

I had come here to help run this small residential care facility upstate. But Alicia wasn't interested in sharing authority over this unit with its eight residents, three staff and me. She was only twenty one, to my thirty five, but she was trying to confine me to a secondary role. She was very tall, at six feet five, with very long limbs. But like many tall girls, she was very thin and willowy, as if she weighed next to nothing. She wore flat shoes, a short black miniskirt and a sleeveless black top.

"Come here," she said, examining my face. "I decided not to let you out until I'd sent the residents off to their workshop placements. I don't want them to see you in this state."

"Did you have to lock me in?"

"Certainly. You tried to attack me last night and I had to restrain you." She turned away. "Go into the kitchen and Linda will have a look at your face. It looks bad. I wouldn't look in the mirror if I were you."

I went to the unit's large, modern kitchen.

"She sure has marked you," the thirty five year-old cook, Linda, clucked as she looked at my bruises. "You shouln't tangle with Miss Alicia. She may look like a beanpole, but she's amazingly strong, and she loves to punch out guys."

"She makes a habit of this?"

"Miss Grammond has studied a raft of martial arts to a very high level,

"There isn't a lot we can do, even if we wanted to," Linda said. "She has the power to punish and fire staff and to manage and discipline the residents. Her authority is pretty overwhelming here. It's best not to go up against her."

"She can't fire me," I said.

"Maybe not directly, but there are plenty of other things she can do."

Alicia strode in to the kitchen, as Linda finished applying cream and bandages. "I could have done a lot worse." She held my chin with the hand that had caused the original damage. " Good work," she nodded to Linda. "You won't be able to see these bruises in a few days."

"What about my cheekbone? Is it broken?" I asked.

"It's probably cracked," the cook said, "but if it doesn't take any more damage in the next few days it should mend fine."

"Look, Miss Grammond," I said as I trailed the slender figure out of the kitchen and into the main hub of the modern building. "I need to know what my precise responsibilities are meant to be here..."

"You're to work as I direct," Alicia said. "that's all you need to worry your head about. I'll assign you what tasks I feel you're ready for."

Ahead was the main living area, and on a level above that, which I was unable to reach, the main administrative area. A broad corridor ran off to right and left. Off this were eight rooms for the residents of this half-way hostel, staff bedrooms, bathrooms, and a couple of other doors, which were locked. Alicia walked to one of these, and spoke out loud for the computer mikes to hear. "Open gymnasium door."

There was a click as the security system recognised her voice, and the door slid open to reveal a small, but well-equipped gymnasium. There was a multigym weight unit, a jogging machine, two stationary bikes, gym mats, pull-up bars, a pec machine, and some free weights.

"This is mainly for the residents," she said. "But I tend to spend a lot more time in here. The only thing is, the resistance on the multigym isn't enough for me. I prefer to use free weights." She sat on one of the benches, beneath a heavily weighted barbell, and began to do bench presses. I worked out there were 225 pounds. It was amazing to see her long thin arms move such a heavy weight.



"I like to go fairly heavy," she said. "Then I just max out my reps. I love it that people don't think I'm anywhere near as strong as I am." She did fifteen reps as I watched, then she sat up.

"Cameras replay." she ordered as a TV monitor burst into life. She watched herself lift the weights. "Pretty fair technique. I think I'm ready to go up ten pounds."

She slipped on two five pound plates and repeated the lifts with a 235 pound total.

"Can I get voice operation of the doors and cameras like you have?" I asked.

"You don't need to have that level of control," Alicia lay back on the bench with a fifty pound dumbell in each hand and started doing perfect flyes, her long arms coming up like wings to meet way above her chest. "I need it because I'm responsible for safety, security and management here. Just take care of the work I assign you. You haven't finished that inventory of equipment yet. I'd like it finished by five pm please."

Leaving Alicia to finish her workout I got back to the tedious task she'd assigned me. I felt sure that this was just make-work to keep me busy and out of her hair, but I didn't know how to make her let me do something more important.

A driver ferried the eight residents back home at four thirty. The weekday routine followed a regular pattern. The men came in from their workshop, changed out of their work clothes, then did their house chores in the time before dinner.

As I finished my inventory, I saw Walter and Henry start an argument over a magazine. The two residents, one aged twenty eight, the other around forty began quarrelling over who should have it first. There was pulling, shouting, and then some heavy shoving that looked like it was going to develop into a fight.

Suddenly Alicia was there. Stepping between the two, she grabbed each by the shoulder and forcefully separated her long arms, pulling both of them apart. Both guys tried to resist her, but the tall, slim figure of Alicia was simply too strong, and the two stumbled backward under the relentless pressure, until they were six feet apart.

"Do you need any help?" I asked, as she held them at arms length.

"No." she shook her head, her fingers gripping the two just where their arms met the shoulders. "I'm quite in control."

That seemed quite true. The two were being held so that they couldn't reach her or each other, and neither of them could move against her steely arms.

'It's often useful to have long arms," she said.

"Oww!" Walter said. "You're hurting!"

"I'm only holding you tight enough to make sure you don't escape," Alicia said. "I can squeeze a lot harder than this if I want. Now stop struggling and I'll let you go."

This seemed a fair offer, but moth men were still very angry, and they fought to break free.

"All right," she said as her wrists twisted harshly. "Down on the floor, both of you. Get on your hands and knees, then lie flat on the floor." She half-guided, half-forced both of them down. They tried to resist, but there seemed to be nothing they could do against her steely arms, "This is where my arm strength comes in handy," she said to me. "It enables me to control two of these guys at once." She turned back to her two captives. "I'm not letting either of you go until you are both calm and still." She went down on one knee between them. "Right. Lie still and flat. If either of you moves after I release you, that person spends the rest of the day alone in his room."

The two lay still as she released her grip on their shoulders and stood. "Good," she said as Linda and the other six residents came out into the hallway.

"What's happening?" one of them asked.

"A disturbance," Alicia said. "Something I don't want to see happening in this house. Now everyone is to lie flat on the floor, face down." They all obeyed.

"Do you mean me as well?" Linda asked.

"I said everyone," Alicia nodded. "You too." She looked at me. "It's a calming discipline for the residents, but it works just as well for staff."

Linda got down, and I got down, lying flat on our stomachs. Alicia stayed on her feet. "You all stay like that until I tell you to move," she said. "No speaking. No noise at all. Just slow, relaxed breathing."

She sat down in an armchair and started to look at some papers. None of us moved. Minutes passed to the sound of the wall clock ticking.

Alicia's rule over this facility was pretty absolute, I realized. She was also a Grade One bitch, who had the staff and residents completely under her thumb, and intended to keep it that way. I felt foolish lying face down on the carpet with my arms at my sides, but I had no convincing reason to disobey Alicia's order.

"Okay," Alicia said after a few minutes. "Linda, you can get up now and go back to the kitchen. The rest of you remain as you are. Anyone who makes a sound or a movement will spend the rest of the day alone in isolation."

Another few minutes passed. "All right, Mr Hunt," she said. "You can get up and finish your inventory now." I rose. A minute later she said. "Now the rest of you. When I click my fingers you can get up, slowly and silently. Nobody is to speak, you will go slowly to your rooms and tidy away your day things."

She snapped her finger and the eight guys got back to their feet, heading for their rooms. An hour later people were moving around again, and I got talking to James and Henry in the living area.

"Why do you always obey Miss Grammond so fast?" I asked.

"Because she's the boss. She can do what she likes. She makes the rules, and if we annoy her she can punish us all."

"All of you? How?"

"A lot of ways." James ticked them off on his fingers. "She can take away our priveleges. No TV, no games, no videos. She can make us stay in our rooms. She can separate us so that two groups never see each other. She can put people in the cool-off room for as long as she wants. She can stop our treats, she can ban outings, she can make us do all sorts of extra work..."

"She can make us keep total silence," Henry added quickly. "Or make us lie out flat like today. She can ban swimming. She can make us wear work uniform all day. And if she really wants, she can send people away for good, to another place like this, or back to a big hospital" He looked fearful. "She did that with Jack last year, and we got Brian instead."

"I liked Jack," James said. "Even though he was always getting us into trouble. But its been a lot quieter since he left."

Alicia came in. "Have you two got nothing to do?" she asked.

Henry left, but the taller James stayed where he was. "I'm bored," he said, stretching to his full five foot nine.

"There's lots for you to do," Alicia said. "If you've finished your work, there's TV, there's games or you could go to the gym and exercise. If you do enough, you might get close to being as strong as me."

"You think you're strong?" he grinned. "You try to pick me up then."

"You already know what I can do," Alicia said. "I think you just like being thrown around." She stepped forward, clamped her hands beneath his arms, and then just stretched her long arms upward. I gasped as Jamie went straight up with them!

"Oooouuggh!" He gasped as her long arms extended to full stretch, lifting him clean up off the floor. Her slender arms didn't look that strong, but there he was, dangling above her, his body hanging from her hands. She held him there. "I don't say things I can't do."

"Owww! You're hurting."

She lowered him to the floor, then moved her hands down his body to grip his hips. "This won't hurt so much." Her arms pushed upward once more, and up he went with them, even higher than before.

"I can see into your office!" he said, looking across into the upper level.

Alicia bent her wrists, tipping his body backward until he was being held horizontally, parallel with the floor.

"Ooouuugghhh!" he cried.

"You see how strong my arms are?" She moved her wrists once more, tipping his body again, this time holding him upside down. "Ooouuuhhhhh!"

"I'm not weakening yet," she said, her breathing steady.

"Please!" Jamie gasped. "Turn me the right way up!"

"Okay." Her wrists twisted him back upright. " But you're not coming down yet." She held him upright for a moment more, then she bent her arms, lowering him a little. She drew a breath, and threw him powerfully upward. He gave a cry of alarm as his body twisted sideways in the air, moving into a position where she was able to catch him horizontally in her outstretched arms. He landed with a crump as her long arms halted his fall.

She held him cradled n her arms for a minute. Then she lowered them a little, throwing him up again, two feet in the air, before catching him securely.

"Auuugh!" he cried.

"I can throw higher than that," She lowered him in her arms and then hurled him three feet into the air, catching him once more in her long long arms.

"Now for the big one." She bent her knees, then came up fast, her long arms hurling him nearly four feet in the air, spinning his body so that it turned face down as she caught him.

He cried out in alarm, not expecting to be hurled so high.

"I won't let you drop," she said. "I could play with you like this for ages."



She tossed him up again, using the toss to flip him over on to his back once more. "This is quite good exercise. Shall we see how many I can do?"

"One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight..." She hurled him three feet in the air with each throw, flipping his body through 180 degrees each time, so that he came down alternately face up or face down. She was breathing hard now. "Two more!" she gasped. "Nine... Ten... Eleven.. Twelve.. Thirteen... Fourteen..."

"I thought you said just two more?" I said.

"It turned out that I had more strength left than I thought," she said, holding a gasping James in her arms. " In fact I think I'm getting my second wind now. This feels good." She began to flip James again. "Fifteen... Sixteen... Seventeen... Eighteen... Nineteen... Twenty... Twenty One... Twenty two... Twenty three..."

"Stop. Stop!" James cried out, sounding more out of breath than she did.

"I'm going to go for thirty now," she shook her head. "I still feel really strong." Her arms lowered his body by a foot, then hurled him upward again. spinning him to a face down position before catching him. "Twenty four... Twenty five... Twenty six... Twenty seven..." She paused, breathing heavily. "This is starting to get harder," she frowned, narrowing her eyes in concentration. "Twenty eight..." He flew even higher this time as she caught him, face upward and tossed him again. "Twenty nine... and..." She threw him even higher. "Thirty!"

She grinned in triumph as he landed heavily in her outstretched arms. "I didn't think I could have done that. I sometimes don't know my own strength! And I still feel good. Okay." She said, still carrying him. "This is the last," Alicia turned and tossed him up a Thirty first time, and this was even higher. He cried out as he was rolled over three times in the air and realised she wasn't going to catch him. But this time she had directed his body in a high arc which sent him crumping heavily on to the sofa.

"I thought you'd dropped me..." he gasped.

"I wouldn't do that," Alicia said, windmilling her long arms and breathing deeply. "You must learn to trust me. I'm here to take care of you and everyone in this hostel. I'm always in control. That's why you have to do everything I say.."

Brian had been watching from the doorway. Now he ran at her, aiming to take her by surprise. But she had seen the movement, turning at the last minute to catch him in her arms. She swept him effortlessly off his feet, lifting him right up to shoulder height before dumping him on the sofa alongside James.

"I thought you were tired?" he complained.

"My body recovers fast. I've still got more than enough strength to deal with you two!"

James got back to his feet and rushed her. She did the same with him, sweeping him up in her arms and crashing him down on the sofa.

"I quite like to rough and tumble with the boys," she said.

I tried to pick up Brian, getting him up to waist height. But he was surprisingly heavy - at least 170 pounds. I lost my balance, and we both ended up on the floor.

Brian got up first since he was on top of me. Then the two ran at Alicia. She bent her knees stretching out her arms to stop them. Then her arms clamped about their backs as her legs straightened, lifing them both up off the floor onto her shoulders. She stood tall with them both clamped over her shoulders. They gasped for breath as her shoulders dug into their stomachs. She was so tall that their feet were nearly three feet off the floor. Then she spun and dropped them on the sofa one on top of the other.

"Had enough?" she said, breathing deeply. "I can pick you both up again if you like?"

"No. That's enough!" Jamie said. "You're far too strong, and I'm starting to feel sick."

"Have you got the inventory completed?" she asked me as we walked back to the kitchen.

"That's all I could find," I handed her the clipboard, and turned away. I tried to go into the back garden, but the door was locked

"Do you have to keep so many doors locked?" I asked impatiently, searching for my electronic door key.

"Unit security," she said.

My electronic key didn't seem to work. "The key doesn't open this door," I complained.

"That key only opens the doors I program it to," she explained. "That isn't one of them." She looked toward one of the ceiling cameras. "Rear door two, unlock." The lock clicked open on the glazed door. The voice-controlled locking system seemed to emphasize Alicia's oppressive level of power over this unit.

"I need to be able to get out into the rear gardens on my own," I said. "I can't be locked inside the building."

"Okay," she said. "Computer: enable pass key nine for rear doors two and three, but no more than four uses in any twenty four hour period, and always reset the locks."

"Changes authorised and registered," a computer voice came from somewhere near the ceiling.

"Why the restrictions?" I complained.

"I told you. Security. I don't want any of the residents wandering outside unsupervised. And I don't want unauthorised intruders gaining access to the building."

Alicia looked out through the window, then walked out into the back yard. A heavy-set man of about five foot eight was clipping grass on the main path across the lawn toward a conservatory. "That's George," Linda whispered.

"Mr Taylor," Alicia pointed to some uneven stone slabs on a square patio adjoining the main building. "I thought I asked you last Saturday to re-lay those stones."

"That's not my job," the man growled. "My job is gardening and maintenace of heating, piping, equipment and furnishings. I don't do paving slabs."

"As long as you work here, you will do any reasonable task that I order."

"Yeah? And what the hell do you think you know about my job? Butt out of my face. I've had it with you telling me how to do my job!"

"Okay," Alicia said. "That's it. You're fired. Pick up your things and come into the kitchen where I'll sign you off."

"What?" George turned to face her, startled.

"You heard me. I won't tolerate insubordinate staff."

"But I've worked here for five years! I'm on permanent staff."

"Not any more," she said. "Your employment here terminated as of one minute ago."

"You can't do that!"

"I certainly can. I have absolute authority to hire and to fire. I've terminated your employment for unacceptable behavior and misdemeanors. Now collect your bags and your coat and come into the house. I want you off these premises in ten minutes time."

"Bitch! You can't do that!" He strode angrily toward her.

I don't know what he intended, but he had no chance of success. He was solidly built, but the slender figure of Alicia was nearly a foot taller than him. Her long arms simply stretched out and held him away from her, well out of reach if her body. It was almost funny watching the enraged groundsman trying to reach her with his fists or kick at her, his blows striking only the air, as they missed by several inches.

"Stop that!" Alicia ordered. "Now!"

Enraged, George aimed a furious blow directly at her face, but he still couldn't bridge the gap. The blow whistled past, eight inches from Alicia's face, as the tall young woman's arms held him away from her.

"Okay!" Alicia said as her right arm withdrew from George's shoulder, pulling right back as her long hand transformed into a surprisingly heavy-looking fist. Without further warning, it launched forward, lightning fast and deadly accurate, aiming at the gardener's head.

This blow did make contact, and with an astonishing amount of force. There was a heavy crack as the blow landed. George groaned as he was sent spinning backward, stumbling drunkenly for a few seconds as he tried to stay on his feet. The effort, however was too much for him. He staggered and then fell on to the grass. "Don't ever try that again," Alicia stared down at him. He looked shocked as streams of blood ran down his face.

"You're not going to fire me!" he said as he attempted to get back to his feet. I could see that the effort was difficult for him. He still seemed dizzy, speaking in a slurred voice as he made two failed attempts to stand. On the third attempt, he managed to stagger uneasily back to his feet, supporting himself with one hand against a tree.

"I said you aren't going to fire me!" He shouted angrily yet almost drunkenly, as if the punch had taken away some of his wits. He was obviously still very angry as he lumbered toward Alicia.

But he was no sort of threat at all to the tall young woman. Her left arm stretched out to halt him once more. Then, in a quick movement, she wrapped her long right arms around his outstretched right, stepping behind him to encircle his body from behind. Her long arms swept upward, suppressing his struggles as they trapped both his arms, linking behind his neck. The older man tried to struggle, but he was securely pinned in a full nelson. Alicia's slender arms were astonishingly strong, immobilising the hundred and eighty pound gardener almost with out effort.

Alicia's face was passionless as she controlled him. He was strill struggling and swearing. Her arms began to pile on more pressure. Her linked forearms started to press forward and down - and his head and upper body were forced forward and downward with them.. He was straining and gasping, struggling with all his might, but his whole body couldn't resist the smooth power of her arms. She was bending him double! His face went red. Her power seemed effortless. He was gasping and struggling, but she was moving her forearms easily forward and down with no strain.

Suddenly in another display of her strength, she straightened her body, lifting the bowed-over George right off the ground, to hang from her linked arms. His legs kicked impotently, eight inches off the ground. Alicia took his weight with ease as he coughed and spluttered.

"Owww. Owwwww!" he moaned. "I give. I give! Please let me go!"

Alcia held him where he was for a few moments longer as he gasped for air. Then she unclasped her strong arms, letting him fall to the ground, where he supported himself on hands and knees as he gasped raspingly for breath. He coughed and spluttered as his breathing steadied. He was clearly shaken. The thing was that Alicia seemed to be doing little more than toying with him. I was sure that if she wanted, she could launch a far more serious and devastating attack on the forty year old. Three or four more blows like the one she'd already given him seemed quite within her power. I shuddered to think what he'd look like after that sort of punishment.

"Now get up and go into the kitchen," Alicia ordered.

This time he obeyed and Alicia followed him in.

"You hurt me," George complained as he stood in the middle of the kitchen. "I could sue you. I could sue the State... You could go to jail..."

"You tried to hit me," Alicia said. "The only one who could go to jail here is you."

"You won't get away with this - do you hear me? I won't let a kid, half my age do this to me..."

"George," Alicia said. "Be quiet."

Her right arm moved so fast it was a blur.

CRASHHH! The noise was ear-splitting as her fist sped right past George's head to smash in to the nearby wall cabinet. The whole four foot by three by two cabinet seemed to implode with the force of the impact. The wood effect door stove right in, as if it were made of styrofoam. The impact shattered the wooden shelves inside as it tore whole cabinet apart. Bits of shelf, cabinet wall and door hurtled across the kitchen. The shattered contents of the cabinet, cans bowls and plates clattered onto the work surface and the floor, breaking and smashing.



Less than a second after her blow, Alicia withdrew her fist from the middle of the shattered mass of wreckage that still clung to the kitchen wall. She opened her hand, spreading her fingers to check for any cuts or grazes. "Not a scratch," she said with satisfaction, closing her fist again. "My technique is getting better." She turned to George. "As for you. If I wanted to hurt you I'd give you a few more of those. You really do not want to be in the way of one of those punches. Understand?'

"Yes, ma'am." George was clearly shaken by the unexpected speed, power and potency of the tall young woman's punch.

"Right," she said. "I'll sign you off and write you a check for your remaining salary."

"Please, miss," he said. "I'm sorry for what I said and did earlier. I can't afford to lose this job. It was the drink I had this lunchtime doing the talking. If I promise to do exactly as you say in future, can I stay?"

"I just fired you," Alicia looked stern. "You've got to learn that I mean what I say."

"Please!" George begged. "I will learn. I have a family. There's no other work round here that pays like this. Can't I get another chance? Please!" He fell on his knees. I saw tears running from his eyes,

"Stand up," Alicia ordered.

He obeyed.

"Your old job is gone," Alicia said. "But because of what you say about your family I'll give you one final chance. I'll hire you on a week-to-week basis, and see how well you do. It's casual labor. You'll do whatever hours and shifts I decide, and whatever work I decide. Any day you displease me with the standard of your work or your attitude, I'll let you go. There's no appeal, and you won't come back. If you get through three months, do exactly as I order and improve the quality of your work, I may consider re-hiring you on a more permanent basis."

"But..." George began.

"That's all I'm prepared to consider,"

George looked beaten. "Okay. I'll do whatever you say."

"I hope so. You'll fix up a new cabinet in your own time tomorrow morning, then fix up that patio. If you show me you've improved your attitude, I may reconsider what I've decided."

"Thank you, Miss Grammond." He turned and sidled out,

"I wish you wouldn't do that," Linda said, nodding to the wreckage of the cabinet. "It's a terrible mess to get cleaned up."

"Sorry," Alicia allowed herself a half smile. "I though it would be a gentler demonstration than actually laying out George."

"George would have been less messy," Linda said.