Needle
By A.J. Brown
A story of courage and determination


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Amanda Weinberg walked into her night class on the college campus. At
27-years-old, she was a little self-conscious about walking into a classroom
that had a bunch of college students ranging from ages 18-22. She was hoping
that there would be at least one other person in the class her age but a quick
look around made it look like there weren't any.

The classroom was fairly full and most of these college students looked like
they all had their little cliques formed. There were small groups of maybe 2 -
5 people talking to each other. There was one shy looking girl who was sitting
by herself. The girl looked small and just scared to be there. Amanda thought
that the girl looked like she could use a friend - Amanda felt like she could
use a friend too.

"Mind if I sit here?" Amanda said with a friendly voice and she spoke loudly
like she always did.

"No, go ahead," the girl said shyly and she barely even looked at Amanda when
she said it.

"I'm Amanda," she said and she offered her hand to shake and the shy girl
accepted. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Taylor," the shy girl said. "Nice to meet you."

"So you take any classes with this professor before?" Amanda said. "I'm
wondering how tough his class is."

Taylor responded to her and the two ladies talked for a bit. Taylor looked
nervous as she was talking but she warmed up to Amanda fairly quickly and they
chatted some more. But then Taylor immediately gave her attention to the front
of the room. Amanda looked forward to see that the professor had walked in.

Amanda was wondering what kind of guy the professor would be. She wasn't using
her parents' money or student loans to pay for this class like most of the
students in there probably were. She was using her own money so she wanted to
know as much about the professor and the class as she could so she could get
an A.

But her attention was distracted by three girls that walked into the classroom
just a few seconds after the professor did. They were talking rather loudly
and the fact that they were walking in so much later than everyone else made
Amanda think that these were the types of girls that thought they could get
away with whatever they wanted - she was always bothered by girls like that.

As she watched the girls walk to their seats, there was one of them in
particular that stood out to her. She had blond hair and a smile on her face
that just made her look bitchy. She had large boobs, easily a 36D, and they
were practically popping out of the tight, low-cut t-shirt she was wearing.

The girl had fairly broad shoulders and wore a tight pair of jeans. Her legs
looked thick in the tight jeans but her waist and ass actually weren't that
big for girl who was fairly thick. She actually had a very good looking ass.
She was built close to the opposite of how Amanda was built.

Amanda had dark hair and the girl with the large boobs had blond hair.
Amanda's skin was extremely pale while the girl with the big boobs had fairly
tan skin. The big-boobed girl stood at about 5'5 while Amanda was closer to
5'7. Amanda used to have big boobs like this girl did but she actually had to
have a breast reduction because it was hurting her back. When she did have big
boobs she never thought they looked good on her the way they did on this girl.
Amanda had thick legs like this girl did but Amanda also had a big waist and a
huge ass for a thin girl.

The big-boobed girl was wearing a pair of sandals. As her and her three
friends found a seat, the big-boobed girl kicked off the sandals that she was
wearing, pulled a chair up in front of her, and rested her bare feet right on
the chair. Her feet were tan and she had a dark blue nail polish on. Amanda
liked being barefoot but when she displayed her bare feet like that, people
would act like they didn't want to look at them and sometimes even ask her to
move them.

Class began and the professor started to take attendance. Amanda had her eyes
on the big-boobed girl and she was curious what her name was. There was
something about this girl that just stuck out to her. When it got to that
point, Amanda learned that the big-boobed girl's name was Amber. Amanda didn't
know what it was but she did not like Amber.

"OK," the professor said when they got about halfway through the class that
was scheduled to be three hours long. "Let's take a fifteen minute break and
then we'll come back."

Taylor immediately jumped to her feet to get out of the room. Amanda watched
as the rest of the students also started to leave the room, all in their
little cliques. Amanda stayed at her seat and played around on her cell phone
for a couple of minutes before she decided that she'd venture out to the
hallway as well. She felt dumb just sitting there by herself. When she went
outside the room she saw Taylor at the completely other end of the hallway
standing by herself. She figured she'd go talk to her. If everyone else had
their little cliques, why couldn't Amanda and Taylor have their own?

"So do you live on campus?" Amanda said, trying to strike up whatever
conversation with the shy looking Taylor that she could.

"Yup," Taylor said and she spoke more nervously than she had inside the
classroom.

"That must be amazing," Amanda said and Taylor didn't seem to be interested in
what she had to say. "When I was your age I went to school but I never got to
live on campus. I just ended up living at home with my parents. I ... "

"There you are, Taylor," Amanda heard a female voice say and she turned around
to see Amber standing there with a big, bitchy looking smile on her face, with
her two friends standing behind her smiling. "Hope you're paying attention in
class. Sounds like we're going to have to write a paper fairly soon. You'll be
writing mine for me, of course."

"I'm paying attention," a scared looking Taylor said quietly and she couldn't
even look Amber in her bitchy looking eyes.

Amanda couldn't believe what she was watching. She understood that she was
older than these girls and that she was bound to be more mature than them -
but this. It was bullying at its worst. Amanda could sympathize because when
she was that age she never fit in with other girls either. Most of them just
ignored her but she also got made fun of from time to time. But she had never
endured anything like this - the fact that poor Taylor was so afraid of Amber
that she actually felt like she had to write her paper for her really bothered
her.

"Yeah, that's right," Amber said loudly and she looked so pleased that she was
able to make this poor girl do what she wanted. "In the meantime, how 'bout
you get on your knees and kiss my feet?"

"People might walk by and see that," Taylor said and the way she looked up and
Amber made it seem like she was trying to play it off like it was in Amber's
best interest for her not to do it.

"Good," Amber said and she sounded a bit impatient as she kicked off one of
her sandals. "Get down and do it."

"No, wait a minute," Amanda said and she grabbed Taylor's arm to stop her.
"You don't have to do this. Come on, just walk away. You don't have to write
her paper for her and you certainly don't have to kiss her feet."

"Ha-ha-ha!" Amber laughed and she sounded like such a bitch when she did. Her
two friend shared the laugh with her.

"Look, just stay out of this, OK?" Taylor said and she tried to pull her weak
feeling arm away but Amanda held her arm tighter. "You're better off just to
mind your own business here. Go back in the classroom. Now let go of my arm!"

She spoke to Amanda forcefully and yanked her own arm away forcefully. Amanda
was fairly strong for a woman and she could have held onto Taylor's weak arm
if she wanted to. But she would never hold onto someone's arm like that if
they didn't want it. If Taylor had stood up to Amber the way that she had just
stood up to Amanda then Amanda was sure Amber would have left her alone.

Instead, Taylor got down on her knees as Amber kicked off her other sandal so
she was standing there barefoot with Taylor at her feet. Amanda watched Taylor
bring her face close to Amber's feet and she wanted to scream with disgust.
Amber proudly wiggled her toes a bit as Taylor brought her face closer and
then started kissing her feet.

Amanda could not believe that she was witnessing this. She was somewhat
sensitive anyway as she had seen fights before and that bothered her. But this
was even worse. What Amber was making Taylor do was inhumane and her and her
friends just laughed as Taylor did it.

"You're just a bully," Amanda said to Amber who was smiling and looking down
at what Taylor was doing, completely ignoring Amanda in the process. "Does
that make you feel better about yourself, picking on this poor girl? You must
have some real insecurities to do that. You are nothing but a coward." Amber
finally looked up at Amanda. She was smiling but it definitely looked like
Amanda had gotten under her skin a little bit.

"Were you just trying to piss me off?" Amber said to her. "Because if so, you
just accomplished that. You get down and kiss my feet too."

"Yeah right," Amanda said and she was insulted that Amber even suggest that
she do that. "There's not a chance in the world I'm kissing your feet."

"Heh-heh-heh," Amber chuckled and she looked at her two friends who laughed as
well. "You don't realize who you're messing with here. I suggest you ... "

"I don't care who I'm messing with!" Amanda said firmly and even she didn't
like hearing her own voice sometimes when she was raising it at someone.
"There's no way ... "

"Do what she says!" Taylor said as she stayed on her knees but to a break from
kissing Amber's feet to look up at Amanda. "Don't let your pride get you in
trouble - and I mean a lot of trouble. Just do what she says and you'll be OK
- trust me."

Amanda looked down at Taylor. The look in Taylor's eyes looked like she was
very angry with Amanda for not doing what Amber told her to do but that was
only because she was so afraid of Amber. Amanda wasn't going to be bullied
into doing anything. She was going to show Taylor how to stand up for herself.

"No!" Amanda said and she crossed her arms at her chest. "I'm not going to do
that. See how easy that is, Taylor?"

"It's pretty funny watching you try and be brave," Amber said and Amanda loved
the look on Amber's face that she was so frustrated that she wasn't getting
her way. "But not as funny as this."

Amber then smiled and she poked Amanda's pussy through the pants she was
wearing. Amanda could not believe that she had just been violated like that.
As much as she wanted to stand up for herself, it took all of her power just
to not burst out crying right there. There was something about that that just
made her feel weak and completely like she was Amber's bitch - she wasn't
going to let Amber make her feel that way.

"You can't just do that to me!" Amanda said as she pointed her finger at Amber
and was trying to sound assertive and not upset. "You're going to be in so
much trouble when I report this to campus security."

"Ha," Amber laughed. "Go right ahead. I got three witnesses here that would
see it differently. You girls see me do anything to her?"

"Nope," one of her friends said and the other just shook her head.

"How 'bout you down there?" Amber said to Taylor and she slapped her face with
her foot.

"No," Taylor said. "Nothing."

With that bitchy smile on her face, and her looking as cocky as could be,
Amber then moved her hand towards Amanda again. Amanda was so upset that she
wasn't able to try and stop her even though she knew it was coming. Amber then
took her entire hand and grabbed Amanda's crotch. She squeezed hard to show
exactly how much she could get away with before she let go.

"What are you gonna do about that?" Amber said and she was really taunting
her.

"I'd beat you up," Amanda said. "If we weren't inside a school building and
didn't have to go back into class in a couple of minutes."

"Well if you want to beat me up so badly, I'm not going to deny you that
opportunity," Amber said with a laugh and her friends laughed like the idea
that Amanda actually could beat her up was preposterous. "Meet me outside
after class and you and I can settle this."

Amber pulled her foot away from Taylor's lips and put her bare feet back into
her sandals. The three girls walked away while Taylor remained on the ground
on her knees looking like her self-esteem was completely shot - Amanda
couldn't blame her. She helped the poor girl to her feet and hoped that there
was something she could say to make her feel better.

"Don't you worry about her," Amanda said as Taylor stood up straight and
breathed through her nose like she was trying not to cry. "She only bullies
you because she's insecure herself. Don't worry about what happened right
there."

"Once this class ends, I recommend you run at fast as you can and get out of
here," Taylor said.

"Excuse me?"

"You do not want to fight Amber," Taylor said. "She'll destroy you -
literally."

"I'm a lot stronger than you think," Amanda said and she was a little insulted
that she just tried to help Taylor out and Taylor wasn't showing any
confidence in her. "I have strong legs - I can actually beat up my younger
brother who is your age - I've done it."

"I don't care how strong you think your legs are," Taylor said. "You have NO
IDEA how strong her legs are. And she's beaten up a lot of guys who I promise
you are a lot tougher than your little brother. She's not just going to beat
you up. She's going to do really horrible things to you. Messing with her will
be the biggest mistake that you ever make. If I were you I would run very fast
once class is over tonight."

Amanda opened her mouth to add her two cents but Taylor wasn't interested in
discussing the topic any longer. She walked away before she could hear a word
she said. Amanda thought Taylor was just a scared girl but she couldn't help
but be a bit worried of how sure she was that Amber was someone she should
fear.

It was time for the second half of class to get started anyway. Amanda walked
inside and saw Amber sitting at her chair with her legs stretched out and her
bare feet resting on the chair in front of her. She was looking right at
Amanda with that bitchy look on her face. The girl did have something that was
intimidating about her, Amanda had to admit that.

But Amanda didn't let that worry her. She wasn't going to let some bully get
in her head just because of the way she looked. Amanda was confident that she
could beat Amber up and even if she lost, she was going to go down fighting.
She wasn't going to let her get away with touching her the way she did, she
knew that much.

"So your assignment before the next class is to read Chapter 1," the professor
said when it was time for them to leave. "I'll see you all next week."

All of the students got up to leave and Amanda turned around to see Amber
looking right at her with her bitchy smile. Amanda couldn't help but the feel
the adrenaline going through her body knowing that she was about to be in a
good old schoolyard fight. She was going to get revenge on Amber for touching
her like that and make sure she never did that again.

When they got out front of the building, it was plenty dark outside. Amber
stood with her two friends. Amanda would have liked to have Taylor standing
with her for support but she was nowhere to be found. The combination of it
being dark out, that Amber did have two people with her, and that intimidating
bitchy look of hers, did make Amanda feel afraid.

"Ready for me to fuck you up?" Amber said with a frightening tone and Amanda
was finding it harder and harder to stay brave. She had never been in a fight
that seemed so serious.

"Let's just do this," Amanda said as she rolled up her sleeves and Amber and
both of her friends laughed.

"Sure," Amber said and she handed her purse to one of her friends behind her,
but not taking her eyes off of Amanda as she did so. "Here, take my purse. Got
my strap-on in there. See that alley over there? After I beat this chick's
ass, I'm going to pull her in that alley, bend her over, and fuck her in the
ass."

Amanda was looking Amber right in the eyes as she said that and she felt a
horrifying chill go through her body as she listened to her. There was just
something about looking in Amber's bitchy eyes with the dark night behind her
that scared her to death. She let out a whine, turned in the other direction,
and took off running towards her car.

Amanda had never run that fast before but she was so afraid that she was able
to run at a faster speed than she realized she could. She didn't look behind
her but she could hear Amber and her two friends chasing after her. She was
afraid with three of them that one of them would be able to catch her.

So she continued running as fast as she could and the only reason that she
wasn't crying was because her only focus was on getting in her car and locking
the door before the girls got a hold of her. She was letting out loud whines
as she ran. When she saw that she was coming up on her car she was worried
that unlocking the door and opening it would slow her down and that the girls
would catch her.

She pulled her keys out of her pocket and pressed down on the button to unlock
it but it didn't seem to work. She pressed again and it still didn't unlock.
Why wasn't the door unlocking? Had her battery died at the most inconvenient
possible time? If so, she wouldn't even be able to press the alarm button on
it if need be.

She gave it one more try and felt a brief moment of relief when she saw the
lights flash and heard the car unlock. She yanked the driver's side door open
of her little Chevy, jumped right in, slammed the door behind her, and locked
it. She looked out the window to see how close Amber had gotten, only to see
that she was nowhere in sight.

Amanda wasn't sure exactly when Amber had stopped chasing her but she
certainly felt like she must have looked silly running the way she was if she
wasn't being chased. She imagined Amber giving up fairly soon after she saw
that she had succeeded in scaring Amanda and laughing with that bitchy smile
about it. An extremely embarrassed Amanda started her car and drove home.

Once she got home to her small apartment, she immediately ran right to her
bedroom. She normally didn't sleep with a teddy bear or anything but she
grabbed the one that she had in her closet and jumped in bed with it. She
squeezed it tightly and started bawling. She could still feel where Amber had
grabbed her crotch and she thought about what a wimp she was for running away
from her. It was the most upsetting thing she had ever experienced and she
cried herself to sleep.

Amanda had gone to bed that night feeling extremely upset but she woke up the
next morning feeling revived after a good night's sleep. She no longer felt
sad about what had happened in her encounter with Amber - instead she felt
angry. She was still determined not to let Amber get away with everything -
she just wanted to go against her in a fair fight. She looked on the school's
website to see that Coach Randy DeLuca was the coach of the men's wrestling
team.

"Yes, what can I help you with?" Coach Randy said when Amanda walked into his
office. He talked down to Amanda and he looked like a typical jock. He was in
his mid-forties and looked like the typical guy that didn't respect women like
Amanda because she didn't have tan skin, big boobs, and a great ass like Amber
did.

"My name is Amanda Weinberg," she said as she offered her hand and he shook
her hand looking like he'd rather be doing anything than talking to her. "I'd
like to schedule a wrestling match with one of the girls at this school."

"Sorry sweetheart," he said to her. "But I only deal with men's wrestling. We
don't even have women's wrestling at this school. I appreciate your interest,
though. Feel free to come check the guys out at our meets this year if you
like wrestling that much."

"I want to challenge this girl!" Amanda said to him with determination in her
eyes.

"You sure are passionate about this," he said, and he still didn't look like
he was taking her seriously. "Why do you want to get on the mat with this girl
so badly? What'd she do to you?" Amanda tried her best not to cry thinking
about Amber grabbing her crotch and that bitchy smile that was on her face
when she grabbed her. If she cried she was not going to have any credibility
with this sexist pig. It was very hard not to, though.

"That's not important," Amanda said. "Just a beef between the two of us that
needs to be settled. Her name is Amber." Coach Randy suddenly looked curious.

"This a big-boobed girl?" he said. "Blond hair, kind of thicker girl?"

"Mmm, hmm."

"I assume you're new around here," Coach Randy said and now he was talking to
her seriously - she at least seemed to have a bit of his respect. "So I'll
give you a piece of advice. Whatever she did to you, you just forget about it.
You do not want to wrestle her."

"Look, you don't know anything about me," Amanda said and she was sure getting
impatient with all of these people acting like Amber could do whatever she
wanted to and get away with it. "I don't care why you think that I can't beat
her. I'll prove you wrong and anyone else that thinks I can't as well. Now can
you set up a match for me against her or not?"

"You sure are determined," he said with a chuckle and it sounded like he was
respecting Amanda just a tad bit more. "Certainly braver about this than most.
There is one thing I can do for you. Our October Festival is coming up in a
few weeks. Have you heard of that?"

"No," Amanda said. "I just started taking night classes here."

"It's a huge festival for the students," Coach Randy said. "Mainly for the
ones between the ages of 18-22 but there is no reason you can't be a part of
it just because you are older. They have all sorts of activities going on.
Most of the students just use it as an opportunity to party and get wasted -
but what college students aren't like that these days?

"But the students are also given the opportunity to get on stage and perform
something. Most of the time someone sings a song or plays a musical instrument
or something. Saw a dude juggle one time. A wrestling match between two chicks
would actually be pretty popular I bet - especially if one of them was Amber."

"You have received a challenge from Amanda Weinberg??" Amber said as she
opened her email when sitting at her desk that was in her dorm room. "What the
fuck is this?"

"What's the matter, girl?" Caitlin said when she walked into Amber's room.

Caitlin was one of Amber's friends that was with her during Amber and Amanda's
first encounter. She was walking by Amber's dorm room and figured she'd pop in
when she saw the door open and saw Amber sitting at her desk. She hadn't heard
exactly what Amber had said with surprise but she figured it was going to be
funny.

Caitlin hung out with the bad-girl, Amber, but she was actually a chemistry
major and was very smart. Based on some of the courses that the 20-year-old
girl was taking she had access to all sorts of chemicals in the lab. She had
been asked in the past to get a hold of some of those chemicals for people so
they could make drugs - she had never actually done so but if she ever needed
to make an extra buck she knew that option was there.

Most college girls had their rooms decorated with all sorts of things on the
walls. Sometimes it was posters of hot guys, sometimes pictures of them
drinking with their friends, or whatever else they wanted to decorate it with.
Amber's dorm room looked more like a mental institution than a girl's dorm
room. She literally had nothing on the walls and they were completely white.
All that was in her room were the basic necessities - bed, desk, computer,
television, and stereo.

"Look at this fucking email," Amber said and she didn't even bother to turn
around and look at the smiling Caitlin as she kept her eyes glued to the
screen. "Some girl is challenging me to a WRESTLING match? What the fuck?
Amanda Weinberg - I don't even know who the fuck that is."

"Ha-ha," Caitlin laughed. "She's the one that you were going to fight
yesterday but she took off running. You forget about that already?"

"No, I remember it," Amber said and she looked back at the computer screen
looking like she was pissed off. "I just didn't know what that bitch's name
was."

"Yup, that's her," Caitlin said and then she heard a slow beeping noise which
was somewhat loud and fairly annoying, going beep ... beep ... beep. "Looks
like she regrets running away from you like a bitch and wants her chance
again. What's that noise?"

"Oh shit, it's something wrong with my computer," Amber said. "Occasionally it
will just start beeping like that. I keep meaning to get it looked at but I've
been too busy."

"That's gotta drive you nuts."

"I'm getting used to it, honestly. I barely even notice it when it happens
anymore. Probably why I haven't been in a rush to get it fixed. It'll stop in
like ten minutes. I just catch believe this Amanda chick. She looked fucking
terrified of me yesterday. Now she wants to wrestle me - and at October
Festival? Like when all of the people go up and do their talents? I don't want
to be up on the stage during that - I like to be getting drunk during that."

"Looks like you won't be drinking for it this year," Caitlin said with an
amused smile.

"Hey Taylor," Amanda said when she walked into night class the following week
and sat down next to her. "How's your week going so ... "

'What the hell is this all about??" Amanda heard from her side.

She looked up to see Amber standing there with a pissed off look on her face.
She still had those bitchy looking eyes but she was no longer smiling like she
was the other times that Amanda had seen her. She slammed a piece of paper
down on the desk in front of Amanda. Amanda saw that it was the email
challenge Amber had received, printed out.

"It's a challenge," Amanda said. "I challenge you to wrestle at the October
Festival."

"Yeah, no shit," Amber said and she picked up the paper off of the desk and
crumpled it up with one hand. "What are you doing with this? We were supposed
to settle this last week but you ran away like a coward. Now you want to
challenge me again? And get your ass kicked in front of the entire school??"

"I want a fair fight," Amanda said to her. "That's all I ask."

"A fair fight," Amber repeated and then she brought her face closer to
Amanda's in a bit of a threatening type way. "You'll get your fair fight.
Everyone from the school is going to be watching this. I'm going to hurt you
so badly - way worse than I was going to before. And then once your down and
can't take it any longer - you're going to suck on my bare feet in front of
everyone."

"That's exactly why I'm challenging you with a referee there. So you can't do
anything like that."

"I don't care if there is a referee there or not. You're going to be in so
much pain that you're going to do exactly what I say. And no referee is going
to stop me. No one ever stops me."

"We ready to start class?" the professor said, startling Amber as she nor
Amanda seemed to realize he had come into the classroom.

"Dead meat," Amber said softly to Amanda before she walked to her desk.

Class started and Amanda tried not to let Amber bother her but she did get her
adrenaline going. It made it somewhat difficult for her to concentrate during
class. When it was time for the mid-class break, Amanda realized that Taylor
didn't get up to go outside. Amanda stayed with Taylor and then Amber walked
up to taunt Amanda some more.

"I'm going to fuck you up at that wrestling match," Amber said to Amanda.

"Fine! Just do it then. But since that's when our match is, why don't you save
all your talk until then. You'll have plenty of time to prove yourself when
the match happens."

"Heh-heh-heh," Amber chuckled and she walked away.

"Gosh, she's so obnoxious," Amanda said to Taylor who wouldn't even look her
in the eyes.

"If you're smart, you'll cancel that match now while you still can," Taylor
said to her.

"I know you're afraid of her, but I'll be just fine. Maybe I'll win and maybe
I'll lose. If I lose, I can take it. That's why I am doing it in the ring so
she can't do anything too awful."

"She can still do plenty that is awful," Taylor said and she breathed heavily
like she was afraid even though she wasn't the one that was going to be
wrestling. "You have no idea what she is capable of."

Amanda realized she wasn't getting through to Taylor so she didn't bother
responding to what she said. Taylor immediately started playing around on her
cell phone and didn't seem to mind in the least that Amanda didn't have
anything to say in response to her. They went through the second half of
class. When class ended and they walked out of class Amanda just tried to be
friendly with Taylor without talking about Amber anymore.

"So you got any wild and crazy plans tonight?" Amanda said with a smile on her
face.

"Got a new best friend there??" Amanda heard Amber say and she turned around
to see Amber walking at them with her two friends walking behind her.

"No!" Taylor said, and she looked straight ahead and walked a bit faster.
Amber walked even faster, smiling but looking angry. She stood right in front
of Taylor, blocking her path. Taylor took a deep breath and looked at the
ground looking very afraid.

"I want you to get on the ground and lick my feet!" Amber said and she seemed
like she was taking out her anger that she had to wrestle Amanda on Taylor.
"Every last inch of them." Taylor was very quick to get down on her knees just
like Amber told her to. Amanda couldn't watch this. Amber was supposed to lay
off until the wrestling match - what was wrong with her?

"Taylor, just walk away," Amanda said. "Amber, just leave her alone. We'll
settle this at the wrestling match."

"Don't even think about walking away," Amber said to Taylor, not even looking
at Amanda, and she bent down and roughly grabbed Taylor by the hair. "Lick my
feet everywhere or I'm going to really kick your ass."

"I will!" Taylor said back. "I never said I wouldn't!"

Amanda watched in complete disgust as Amber was being extremely rough with the
frail Taylor, and Taylor looked more upset than ever. Amber kicked off the
shoes she was wearing and roughly pushed Taylor's face right into her feet to
make her lick them. Taylor was doing everything to hold back tears as Amber
abused her.

Amanda wanted to physically stop Amber from what she was doing but she didn't
feel like she could do that right after she had told Amber that the two of
them wouldn't fight until their wrestling match. She felt like she was
responsible as she watched Taylor being abused and having all of her pride
taken away from her as Amber continued to force her to do the extremely
degrading deed of licking her bare feet. Amanda looked at Taylor's tongue
licking all over Amber's feet and it was making her feel sick just watching
it.

"You like the taste of that, you little bitch?" Amber said as she yanked
Taylor's hair so she was looking right at her and Taylor just looked so upset.
"If not, get used to it because you're going to be doing plenty of that - and
other things that I'm sure you'll enjoy as well. Now put my shoes back on for
me."

Taylor did exactly what she was told once again, putting Amber's shoes of for
her and basically looking like her slave as she did it. Amber walked away with
her friends. She left Amanda alone like she asked her to because she was going
to wait for their upcoming match to settle things but she clearly was going to
make life even more difficult on Taylor now. Taylor was trying her best not to
cry as she got to her feet but she couldn't help but to do so.

"I know you feel like you have to do whatever she says," Amanda said
sympathetically but with a bit of frustration in her voice as Taylor would not
look her in the eyes. "But you really don't have to put up with that. If you
just stand up to her, she'll stop bullying you - like I did."

"Why don't you just leave me the FUCK alone??" Taylor said loudly, almost in a
scream, and it got the attention of everyone that was in the vicinity of them.
"Look at what you've done! You've made this ten times worse! That girl is
going to have it out for me for the rest of the semester now - you know how
much that sucks??"

"Taylor, come on," Amanda said and she touched her shoulder trying to be
comforting.

"Just stay away from me!!" Taylor yelled, drawing even more attention. "Don't
talk to me anymore and stop sitting next to me in class - I don't want
anything to do with you."

Taylor stormed away and now Amanda was not pleased with her either. All she
was doing was trying to help Taylor and she wasn't getting any appreciation
for it. She hoped Taylor would appreciate it when Amanda kicked Amber's ass at
the wrestling match. Amanda walked away to her car, with some people still
staring at her.

Coach Randy had gotten in touch with Amanda and told her that he wanted to
promote the wrestling match on the school site a little bit. Amanda agreed
when Coach convinced her that the site would attract more attention to the
match. He asked Amanda to stop by his office and wear a bikini so he could
post a picture of Amanda on the page. He took a couple of shots of her, not
sexual or anything, but just her flexing her arms muscles.

The site was updated later that night and when Amanda checked it, she couldn't
help but feel a bit self-conscious. On the left side of the page was a picture
of Amanda. It was a side shot of her flexing. Her skin looked extremely pale
compared to the blue background color and the side shot made her butt look big
and her boobs look small.

Then on the other side of the page was a picture of Amber. While the picture
of Amanda was her flexing, the one of Amber was more provocative looking. It
was a side shot but it was Amber with her hands on her hips with her chest out
showing off how big her boobs were. Her tight ass looked really good in the
picture and her skin looked quite tan.

Amanda scrolled down to read some of the comments that other students had
posted about the match. She was actually surprised to see that there were
quite a bit of comments. Coach Randy had told her that this was going to be a
popular event but she didn't realize just how popular it was going to be.
Unfortunately, most of the comments that she read weren't very nice either.
There were a few that really stuck out and hurt her feelings.

"Who is that ugly bitch that Amber is going up against?"

"I hope Amber wears a bikini for this but I hope that Amanda girl wears a
snowsuit. I don't want to see any of that body. She can wear a mask over that
ugly face of hers too."

"Amber is obviously going to kick that chick's ass. But I feel bad that she
has to be rolling around with her."

Amanda felt so humiliated and she wanted to cry again. She knew she wasn't the
most attractive woman out there. She hated to admit it but she knew deep down
inside that Amber was much more attractive than she was. But it really hurt
her feelings to see so many people broadcasting that they thought that over
the internet - and why did they have to be so mean about it? It wasn't only
guys that were making comments and they weren't just about Amanda's looks
either. There were plenty of more comments from guys and girls.

"Amber is going to rock her. If that other girl is smart she'll call in sick
for this match."

"I love seeing Amber fight. How fun is it going to be when she can beat
someone up with such a big audience?"

"I've seen Amber beat up guys bigger than her. Whoever this Amanda girl is has
no idea what she's about to go through. This is going to be great."

Amanda couldn't look at this any longer and she closed out of the browser. So
it was confirmed that not only did everyone think Amber was hot and Amanda was
ugly but they also all thought Amber was going to destroy her. And based on
the comments it looked like Amber had beaten up many others before.

Amanda was tough for a female but she was really becoming afraid that she was
going to lose this match badly. Although she was tough she knew she hadn't
fought as often as Amanda apparently had. And despite the fact that Amber
seemed to be a bully at this school, everyone still seemed to be rooting for
her to win. Amanda was really questioning if she had made the right decision
but there was no turning back now.

Amanda went to the gym the next day to train. She walked up to the leg press
machine knowing that she had strong legs that she'd work to get even stronger.
She put four plates on each side of the machine and started to lift. She did
ten reps without too much struggle and felt good about that.

But once she racked the weight she looked up to see Amber standing right
there. Amber wore a tight tank-top that showed off her enormous breasts. She
looked down at Amanda with that bitchy smile of hers on her face. She then
walked to the leg press machine that was right next to the one Amanda was
using. Her and her friend started loading the weights on it.

Amanda just tried to worry about what she was doing and didn't want to pay too
much attention to Amber. Amanda added a 25 pound plate to each side so the
machine she was on that already had four 45 pound plates on each side. Amber
got four plates on each side and kept loading it up.

Amanda had a seat and did another set. Adding fifty pounds to the weight she
already had on there definitely made it tougher. She did six reps and probably
could have done a couple of more but they would have been tough. She couldn't
resist but to look next to her to see how much weight Amber was doing.

Amber had already started doing her set and she had seven 45 pound plates on
each side of the machine. Amanda knew that she wouldn't be able to do anywhere
near that much and Amber was actually making it look easy as she did it.
Amanda didn't even bother counting how many reps Amber was doing but she had a
feeling it was over ten. She snuck out of there feeling extremely discouraged.

Amanda worked out after that but she was actually making it a point to go at 5
in the morning when the gym first opened figuring there was no way that Amber
would be awake that early. She worked on the leg press machine and did various
other weight workouts, some of which she learned online. The only gauge she
had to compare herself to Amber was that leg press and she was just not
getting anywhere close to the amount of weight that Amber was able to lift
with her legs.

She also started going on YouTube and looking up various videos that showed
different wrestling techniques. Amanda found them very informative and felt
like she was learning a lot from them. But she wasn't sure they were helping
much when she didn't have anyone she could practice the moves she was learning
on.

"Can you please train me?" Amanda said somewhat desperately to Coach Randy
when she was getting nervous that she wasn't going to beat Amber.

"Sorry, no can do," he said. They were in his office. "I'm the referee of this
match. Would be a conflict of interest."

"Please!" she said. "I've been training really hard. But I really could use
some more help - please!"

He got an annoyed look on his face which made her feel certain that she was
going to refuse and she wouldn't have had it in her to argue past that.
Instead he closed the door to his office, still looking annoyed. She felt a
bit nervous wondering what was on his mind.

"I'll train you," he said. "Meet me on the wrestling mat at 4 a.m. sharp
tomorrow and I'll start training you. If you're a minute late it's done. And
don't tell ANYONE that I'm doing this for you. I don't want any problems with
Amber."

He then abruptly opened the door and pointed for her to leave. She did not
want to blow her opportunity to get this much needed training so she
immediately walked out the door. As she walked away she thought about the last
thing he said. He actually sounded like he was also afraid of Amber. This was
a male wrestling coach. Amanda couldn't figure it out.

Amanda was at the wrestling mat at 3:45 a.m. the next day. She waited for
Coach Randy and when 4 a.m. came he still wasn't there. She was about to leave
when it got to be 4:10 and he showed up. The training was rough for her. He
was a strong and tough guy and he was throwing her all over the place.

It was a wake-up call for her on exactly what it felt like to be roughly
thrown around. If Amber was anywhere near as tough as he was, Amanda wouldn't
stand a chance. The thought of her getting beaten up and feeling that in front
of the entire school was not a pleasant one at all. All the training that day
did was make Amanda even more nervous about the match.

"You gotta use your legs more," Randy said right before 5 a.m. when their
training was over. "Girls that are tough know how to use your legs. I promise
you that Amber knows how to use her legs. You need to learn how to use yours."

He walked away. The next couple of weeks were as tough as could be for Amanda.
Getting up that early to train was never easy. She felt like she was getting a
tad bit tougher but for the most part she was just getting her ass kicked
everyday by Coach Randy before the sun even rose.

She'd then go to the gym every other day. She was making a little bit of
progress on how much she could leg press but she wasn't getting anywhere near
as much as she saw that Amber was able to do with no problem. The training and
weightlifting were both exhausting her, especially since she was doing them
that early and it seemed less and less like it was worth it every time she did
either.

Amanda would go to night class and although Amber wouldn't talk to her, she
still felt uncomfortable being in her presence as the wrestling date got
closer. Taylor wouldn't even look at Amanda. She'd show up as late as possible
for class and make sure to sit as far away from her as possible.

It was just a few days before the October Festival and Amanda was on the
wrestling mat which Coach Randy for one of their final practices. He was
tossing her around and although her defense was a bit better than it was when
she first started and she was able to take the beating a bit easier, she still
didn't feel like she had made much progress.

At one point when they were wrestling, he threw her on her back hard, much
harder than she thought a man should have done that to a woman. But while that
would have probably just upset her a few weeks earlier, it just made her
angry. She lay on her back and when she tried to get up, he pushed his hands
down on her knees, looking her right in the eyes, and looking like he loved
what he had just done to her.

"Come on, you gonna do something about this?" he said and was clearly trying
to taunt her as much as he could. "I'm not even trying my hardest here! What
are you going to do when Amber as you pinned down on the mat like this in
front of everyone at this school? You gonna do something about it or are you
just gonna lay there and be her bitch?"

"Uh!" Amanda yelled loudly.

She had enough and a fuse blew inside of her. She kicked her legs up right
passed his arms and she wrapped them around his neck. Her feet were bare since
both she and Amber were going to be barefoot for that match and she looked
straight ahead at her bony, pale feet behind his head as she squeezed his neck
as tight as she could with her legs.

She was squeezing him hard and he looked like he was extremely angry as he
tried to pull free. As angry as this college wrestling coach was, he was not
able to free himself. Amanda held him there for a bit but when it did look
like he was going to get free, she used her legs to throw his entire body down
to the mat.

He was close to getting away from her at that point but Amanda was too quick.
She kept her legs around his neck enough to control him and then she sat
behind him. She wrapped her legs around his neck in a figure-4 while he lay
there and she sat behind him keeping him trapped in the hold.

She looked down at his face which was quickly getting extremely red. He tried
his best to pull free from her legs but he wasn't in the best positioning so
he wasn't even come close to doing so. Knowing she had him trapped she just
sat there and waited until he tapped out.

It was such a satisfying feeling knowing that she had just defeated a male
that was experienced in wrestling. It was so satisfying that she kept him
trapped in the hold a bit longer until he tapped out harder. She let go and
when she saw how defeated he looked lying there with his extremely red face
she couldn't resist - she rubbed her bare foot all over his face.

"Smell my foot!" she said and she laughed with her loud laugh that she knew
many people thought was annoying. "Smell my foot, ha-ha!"

He grabbed her ankle and tried to push it away but he couldn't even do that at
first. He put more force into it and she thought she could have held it there
a bit longer to humiliate him but figured since he was the one that was
training her and also was going to be the referee of this match that that
wouldn't be a good idea so she pulled it away. He got up to his knees and
looked at her looking extremely angry.

"Don't you EVER doing anything like that to me again!" he said.

She wanted to be respectful and she didn't want to laugh at him. But she
couldn't help herself. This was some big guy who was trying to get tough with
her after just having bare feet rubbed all over his face. She couldn't be
intimidated by anyone who had just had her bare feet rubbed all over their
face.

"Ha-ha-HA!" she laughed with her deep, loud laugh. Coach Randy just shook his
head looking like he understood why he was getting laughed at.

"I think you've had enough training for this match," he said to her and he got
up to walk away. "Remember not to tell anyone that I was training you. Also
don't tell anyone about what you just did to me."

"Thank you for the training!" she said loudly but he just walked away without
looking at her.

The night of the big wrestling match came. Amanda was ready - at least she
thought she was ready until she stood in the wrestling ring they had set up
for it in front of a completely packed gymnasium full of people that were
going to watch. She didn't know, or had forgotten, how many undergrads went to
that school but it seemed like an enormous audience.

And having all of those eyes on her was making her extremely nervous. Amber
wasn't in the ring yet. Amanda stood there in her bikini and thought about all
of the people that were making fun of her in that picture. She found herself
extremely self-conscious about her body at that moment and wished she was
wearing more clothing. Coach Randy was already in the ring and he walked up to
talk to her.

"I really respect your bravery for doing this," he said to her quietly and
there was no way anyone in the audience could hear what he was saying since
there was so much noise in there. "You are showing a lot of guts getting in
the ring with Amber."

"I think you know that I'm pretty tough for a woman," Amanda said, trying her
best not to lead on that they had been training by the comment.

"It's not just about being tough," he said to her. "This girl is crazy. You're
not living on campus so you probably didn't hear what she did - took this cute
girl Katie, locked her up, and sewed her mouth shut. I mean, she's bad. I'll
tell you, you definitely got some guts."

Amanda didn't know about that when she set up the wrestling match. She wanted
to get some more clarity but Coach Randy started walking away from her. Amber
was now making her way towards the ring so she wasn't going to have a chance
to get more information. Was he just trying to mess with her? He had to be.
But why would he spend all of that time training her only to get into her head
like that at the last moment.

Whatever the reason, it was not going to be productive for Amanda to think
about that at that moment. She focused her attention to Amber who was getting
closer. That bitchy look on Amber's face sure gave her chills. She had those
bitchy eyes and a grin on her face looking like she was planning on hurting
Amanda and enjoying it.

The audience was all cheering for Amber and for someone that Taylor and Coach
Randy told Amanda was such a bad person, Amber certainly seemed to be popular
at this school. Of course the way she looked in the bikini she was in
certainly helped. Her boobs looked even better in a bikini in real life, not
just in a picture, as did the rest of her body. That tan skin, tight ass, and
sexy feet that Amanda could see because Amber had sandals on.

Amber stepped in the ring and kicked her sandals off immediately. She stuck
her arms and her chest out, clearly just trying to show off her great boobs,
and that got a roar from the guys in the audience. Amanda couldn't believe how
slutty some girls her age acted. But Amber then gave all of her attention to
Amanda, staring her right down with her bitchy eyes.

"OK, you two know the rules," Coach Randy said as he got the two of them
together in the center of the ring, Amber not taking her eyes off Amanda even
for a second. "This is strictly a wrestling match so no punching, kicking, or
striking of any kind. No cheap shots like hair pulling or anything like that
either. Let's keep it clean. We ready? Wrestle!"

Coach Randy backed off so the two girls could go at it and the audience was
going crazy. Amanda could hear many of them cheering Amber's name like they
were ready to watch her put a whooping on Amanda. The two of them grabbed each
other at the shoulders to get started.

"I'm going to fuck you up so bad," Amber said to her and her grin got bigger.
"You think you're safe from me just because a referee is here? I can still
hurt you really bad. And everyone in the school is going to see it."

Amber then went at Amanda with a level of aggression that she wasn't
expecting. Coach Randy had been tough on Amanda but he hadn't gone after her
with that kind of level of aggression. Before Amanda knew it she was trapped
in a headlock by Amber and the crowd was going wild over it.

It wasn't just that Amber had Amanda trapped in the hold - she knew how to
apply it so it hurt. She was pushing her forearm right into the side of
Amanda's neck which was causing her plenty of pain. She was also pushing her
hip bone right into Amanda's cheekbone which actually hurt even more.

Amanda could feel her eyes watering up already as she tried her best to break
out of it. She started off trying to go for Amber's legs but she grabbed them
and they truly felt like steel. They were thicker than Amanda's but all of
that extra mass felt like muscle. She thought her own legs were strong but she
had never felt legs like Amber's before.

Amanda became frustrated and even afraid when she realized what a helpless
position she was in. Amber had her extremely tightly and that headlock was
getting more painful the longer she kept her trapped in it. Amanda reached up,
not even knowing what she was reaching for - perhaps Amber's arm or her face.
Instead she ended up accidentally grabbing her boob which got plenty of
excitement from the crowd. Amber's boob felt so much bigger than hers.

Amber responded by roughly throwing Amanda on the ground. Coach Randy had
thrown her down when they were training by the wrestling mats were softer than
the ring was and the throw hurt her. She was shaken up and before she knew it,
Amber was on top of her.

Amanda panicked and reached up trying to push Amber off of her but Amber
immediately took a tight control of her wrists so she couldn't do anything.
Amber had already thrown Amanda off of her game plan. Amanda tried to push up
with her legs but Amber wrapped her legs around them so she couldn't move them
at all.

Amanda listened to the crowd getting more and more excited as Amber kicked her
ass and it was really making it difficult on her. She didn't realize that all
of those people would be against her and how much of a factor that would be.
It made it that much more upsetting for her being trapped underneath Amber and
not being able to do anything about it.

With that bitchy smile on her face, Amber leaned forward and she drove her
forearm right into Amanda's throat. She was sure good at hurting Amanda while
staying within the rules, which Amanda supposed was exactly what she said she
was going to do. Amanda was borderline crying and having Amber look down at
her with that bitchy smile of satisfaction on her face made it that much more
upsetting.

Amber pushed her forearm into Amanda's throat even harder and then started
scooting up on her more to get better leverage. That made it so she let go of
Amanda's legs and was now sitting up straddling her chest. At least Amanda had
her legs free now but Amber was completely cutting off her air and she knew
she better do something quickly.

She pushed her feet on the ground trying desperately to get Amber off of her.
She could feel how strong Amber's butt was as it pushed into her upper body
and made it that much tougher to breathe. She felt like she couldn't do it any
longer but she pushed a bit more and was able to push Amber off of her on her
side.

Amanda quickly got up looking like she desperately needed a break and Amber
just smiled like she didn't mind getting thrown down like that. She grabbed a
hold of Amanda's bikini top and almost pulled it right off of her. Amber
rolled on her back, yanked Amanda towards her, kicked out her legs and wrapped
them tightly around Amanda's ribs.

"Now you're really fucked," Amber said as she looked up at Amanda with her
bitchy look. "You have NO IDEA how strong my legs are."

Amanda thought she actually knew that from trying to get free from the
headlock and trying to get Amber off of her but now that they were crushing
her ribs it was that much worse. Amber locked her ankles together, squeezing
harder, and Amanda thought she was literally going to crush her ribs.

Amanda pushed down on her legs and they felt like steel once again. She truly
was fucked and didn't know how she was going to get out of those body
scissors. With all of the people cheering and her ribs feeling like they were
going to break she got desperate. She reached back and tickled the bottoms of
Amber's bare feet. To her unpleasant surprise, Amber had no reaction at all.

"Really, you gonna try and tickle me?" Amber said with amusement. "That's not
going to work."

"Hey!" Coach Randy said and he quickly jumped in, grabbed Amanda's wrists, and
pulled them away from Amber's feet. "Keep it to wrestling to I'm going to
disqualify you."

Not only was Amanda now upset because she was losing and in a lot of pain but
she was extremely humiliated as well. She knew how bad it made her look that
she got warned for cheating when she was losing. She pushed down on Amber's
knees but still could not move her legs and the pain in her ribs just kept
getting worse.

Amber then added to her humiliation by using her legs to sway her back and
forth. Amanda had no way of stopping her and now the audience was just
laughing at her. Amber just toyed with her at first when she did it but then
picked up the pace and she roughly threw her on the ground hard with her legs.

Amanda looked extremely upset when she hit the ground and she tried to get
away but Amber was on top of her again before she knew it. Amanda was now flat
on her back with Amber sitting on her and her strong legs wrapped around her
sides. Amanda tried her best to push free as Amber looked down at her with her
bitchy smile.

"Yeah, that's right," Amber said to her. "Keep fighting. I love watching you
struggle. I'll torture you in front of these people all night."

"Ugh!" Amanda yelled with frustration and Amber looked so satisfied that she
was able to get that reaction out of her.

Amanda pushed on Amber's thighs and although she wasn't able to push her legs
away, she was slowly staring to scoot free from her. Amber looked amused at
Amanda's attempts but she also looked mildly annoyed. She squeezed harder with
her legs but Amanda kept fighting.

As strong as Amber's legs were, Amanda's adrenaline appeared to be flowing.
She was so upset at the humiliation that Amber had put her through up to that
point that she was finding the strength to slow pull herself out from under
Amber. The fact that her body was extremely sweaty was making it a bit easier
for her to slither out as well.

"What do you think you're doing, bitch?" Amber said as she was able to keep
Amanda down but she was not able to keep her still. "You're just tiring
yourself out."

Amanda ignored Amber's words and she kept fighting her hardest. Amber who had
been cocky and in control the entire match up to that point, now looked like
she was starting to tire out a bit. Amanda moved her hips back and forth and
looked like she was actually getting closer to getting out from underneath
Amber. And that was when the chants from the crowd started to change.

"Amanda, Amanda!" she heard some people starting to chant.

Amber heard it to and she looked towards the crowd with her bitchy look like
she was really pissed off about it. The cheers for Amanda started getting
louder which motivated Amanda more. It was like she could almost tell that,
deep down, most of those people knew what a bitch Amber was and they never had
actually seen anyone stand up to her like this before.

Amber was still on top but the match looked like it was almost even by that
point. Amanda got her shoulders up and then got her entire upper body up off
of the ground. Amber made another attempt to bring Amanda down but Amanda
pushed herself free before she could.

The crowd went nuts, some cheering loudly for Amanda, and some just cheering.
Amber went at Amanda but she looked exhausted and like she was really worn out
from how hard she had been trying to keep her down. Amanda simply backed up on
her butt, kicked out her legs, and tightly wrapped them around Amber's ribs.

Amber tried to push back but Amanda locked her ankles to keep her trapped
between her thick, pale legs. She had her trapped good but Amber was still
fighting hard and Amanda had to really work hard to keep her trapped. Both of
them were moaning so loud trying to win that it sounded like they were having
sexy. They were also breathing so heavily that it looked like they were both
close to passing out.

But Amanda seemed to have just a bit more in her. She used her legs to roughly
throw Amber down and Amber looked extremely shaken up by it. The crowd was
going crazy which was part of the reason Amanda was able to still go so hard
since she was breathing so heavily. She kept Amber trapped in the scissors a
bit longer before she let loose and jumped on top to her.

Amanda sat her big ass right on Amber's stomach and kept her down. Amber was
wincing in pain and having trouble breathing as she tried to push Amanda off
of her. Amanda held her like that for a bit while she took a couple of deep
breaths. Amber's bitchy eyes were completely watered up.

Amanda then pushed her hands into Amber's big boobs, spun around, and got
behind her. Amber tried to get up but she was way too exhausted to get very
far before Amanda had her legs around Amber's head and neck in a figure-4 head
scissors. Amber pulled on Amanda's legs but they were way too strong and it
was obvious she was not going to be able to get free.

Amber kept fighting her hardest for a bit while Amanda just sat back on her
hands and watched her opponent tire herself out. Amanda tightened the scissors
on her more as well and she could see in Amber's eyes that she couldn't take
it. Amber's fight weakened and then she tapped out on the ground.

The cheers from the audience were exciting Amanda during the match but the
cheers she saw and heard now that she had won made her feel an elation like
she never could have imagined. She stood up to see hundreds of people looking
like their week had been made - and it was all thanks to Amanda.

"The winner!" Coach Randy announced into the microphone and he held Amanda's
arm up in the air. "Amanda Weinberg!"

The crowd got louder and Amanda took in their cheers before she looked at
Amber down on the ground looking like she was still way too beaten and
exhausted to move. If it was anyone else she would have felt bad for them but
she didn't feel bad for Amber at all. And when she saw her opportunity she
couldn't pass it up.

She took her sweaty bare foot and started rubbing it all over Amber's face.
Amber looked disgusted and she moved her head around like she was trying to
avoid it but she couldn't. Amanda kept doing it and then she stuck her foot
right in Amber's mouth. Now the entire crowd was laughing at what was
happening to Amber.

"How do you like having feet in your face??" Amanda said and she had Taylor on
her mind when she said it. Even though she thought Taylor had been rude to
her, she hoped that she was in the audience seeing Amber getting this done to
her.

"Alright, that's enough," Coach Randy said.

He grabbed Amanda by the shoulders and pulled her off of Amber. Amanda knew
that he had let her do it for long enough and she appreciated that. He
continued to escort Amanda out of the ring as Amber lay on the ground, just
starting to get up. The crowd cheered more as Coach Randy walked her away from
the ring.

"Excellent job," he said into her ear. "You made a lot of people happy."

"Thank you for ... " she started to say.

"Just go," he said.

He gave her a push and she walked away. As she made her way out of the gym,
she saw all of the cheering people and a lot of them were fighting to get
close so they could high-five Amanda. The proud Amanda was high-fiving as many
people as she could. She also heard a lot of the things they were shouting at
her.

"Awesome job!" one of them said.

"That bitch needed to be put in her place!" another said.

"Can I take you out on a date??" a guy yelled.

The next few days were amazing for Amanda. The feeling alone that she beat
Amber made her feel so confident. But people continued to approach her and
congratulate her on a job well done. A lot of people seemed very pleased that
someone had defeated Amber.

There were lots of comments on the school social media site about how Amber
had been humiliated by the student that no one knew. There were pictures of
the wrestling match. Amanda still felt like Amber was way hotter than her in
the pictures but since she was the winner she didn't care. A couple of
pictures of Amanda rubbing her feet in Amber's face also made their way on the
site.

It was time for Amanda to go to her night class again with Amber. She hadn't
seen Amber since the match and she wondered exactly how that encounter was
going to go down. She'd be fine shaking hands and putting any hard feelings
behind them. She hoped for that but figured Amber was probably going to be
cold to her. She wondered if Amber might start any trouble but she knew if it
came down to it, she was confident that she could beat Amber up. She couldn't
imagine that Amber would want to go through another humiliating beating like
that.

Amanda walked down the long hall that lead to the classroom. No one was in the
hall, perhaps because Amanda was arriving a bit early. She thought again about
how awful it was when Amber had grabbed her crotch. She quickly forgot about
that thought. She had gotten her revenge and knew Amber wouldn't be trying
that again. She then heard someone come up behind her and it startled her.

"Hey!" Amanda turned around and saw Taylor who walked right next to her.
Taylor was smiling looking happier than Amanda had ever seen her.

"Oh, hey Taylor," Amanda said.

"Congratulations on winning the wrestling match," Taylor said.

"Thanks," Amanda said, and she made a point not to say to Taylor that she was
right.

"I owe you a big apology," Taylor said. "I hated to admit it but I was so
afraid of Amber that I didn't think you had a chance against her. And I was
afraid of what she'd do to me if she saw me talking to you. But I was so
wrong. I really admire you for getting in the ring with her and putting her in
her place. It made me realize she's just another girl and no one to be afraid
of. Can we be friends again?"

"Absolutely," Amanda said. "And if Amber does give you any trouble again, you
just let me know."

"Thank you so much!" Taylor said and she actually gave Amanda a hug.

Taylor looked like a different person. Amanda had never seen her so confident
and happy. It amazed her that being bullied by someone could make a person
seem so miserable. It made her feel even better about what she had done. The
two of them walked in the classroom.

Amber wasn't there when they walked in and neither was her friend Caitlin.
Their third friend was there, whose name Amanda didn't even know. Amanda found
that strange since the three of them always had shown up and left together.
Class began and Amber and Caitlin still didn't show up.

The third friend wouldn't even look at Amanda. It seemed like Amber was too
humiliated to even show up at class with Amber there and this other girl
didn't look so cool without her two friends with her. Amanda wondered during
class if Amber and/or Caitlin would show up but neither of them did.

"Have an awesome night," Taylor said to Amanda when they were leaving class
once it was over for the night. "I'll see you next week."

"Good night Taylor!" Amanda said.

Amanda walked out of the building out to the dark peaceful night. She walked
through the parking lot towards her car. No one was around and she found it
very peaceful. She had such a feeling of satisfaction and walking in the quiet
and darkness to her car was a very calm and peaceful feeling.

She heard someone run up behind her again and she thought it might be Taylor.
But before she could turn around to see who it was she felt a tight rope wrap
around her neck from behind. She struggled but this person was not holding
back as they tightened it as hard as they could, clearly trying to knock her
out. Amanda then felt herself get knocked on the head with something. It was
beyond painful for just a few seconds before the blow completely knocked her
out.

Amanda woke up in a bed and her vision was fuzzy. It appeared that she was in
a completely white room and she wasn't sure where she was. She heard a
somewhat loud, slow beeping noise which made her think she had to be in a
hospital. She moved her head around to look around a bit more, though, and the
walls were nothing but white which creeped her out for some reason.

She tried to get up but she couldn't - her body felt completely numb. This
hospital must have injected her with some strong drugs. She tried to call for
someone to come assist her. She could barely open her mouth and when she tried
to speak her vocal chords barely worked. A tiny little bit of a noise came out
of her mouth but not nearly loud enough where anyone would have actually been
able to hear her.

She tried harder to move. She could move her hands a tiny bit and lift her
head up a little bit but that was it. She still could heard that annoying,
slow beeping noise. She lifted her head and looked to her left to see what she
thought was either a doctor or a nurse standing there wearing all white. It
was a woman that had a white mask on her face covering her nose and mouth. The
mask didn't cover her eyes, though - and Amanda immediately recognized those
eyes as Amber's bitchy eyes.

Amanda's first reaction was that she had to be having a horrible nightmare.
But she was so terrified that she surely would have woken up from the fear at
that moment if it was. She tried to scream and the numb feeling she felt in
her body made her absolutely positive this was real. She couldn't scream and
she couldn't move.

She looked back over at Amber and saw who she thought was Caitlin hand Amber a
large needle. Amanda panicked, tried her best to scream and move again, and it
was horrifying to her that she couldn't do either. Things still looked fuzzy
and Caitlin moved out of Amanda's sight. Amber calmly got on top of Amanda and
straddled her.

Amanda lay underneath Amber looking up at her with the white mask on her face
and her bitchy eyes exposed. Amber held that large needle in her hand and she
looked like she was calmly pondering exactly where she wanted to stick it.
Amanda made another attempt to scream but couldn't get anything out. All she
could see was Amber, the needle, and the white walls in whatever room she was
in. And all she could hear was that noise ... ..beep ... beep ... beep ...

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