"Snotty, stuck up bitch!"  Tiffany  fumed, as she finished showering in the Girl's Locker Room. "I don't  care if the bitch is an Olympic Medalist, and if that old fart, Principal Harrison thinks 'the school was lucky to hire her!' She's a pain in my butt!"

The attractive, high school senior was muttering her resentment of Blair Hancock, the new swim coach, and senior English teacher.  Though everyone else at school had been excited, when the Principal announced her appointment, and said how lucky the school was, Tiffany had been less than thrilled.  Though the cocky teenager would never admit it, she was jealous of the coach.  Tiffany might be the best swimmer of a suburban high school league, but Blair Hancock was the star of the '92 Olympics, when she was two years younger than Tiffany was now.

Tiffany had just been sternly lectured by the new swim coach, for laziness and lack of application.  Deadly serious about training and excelling at swimming, Ms. Hancock had been appalled by Tiffany's lackadaisical attitude toward training.

The coach told Tiffany, she'd never be a true champion, despite her talent, because she didn't work hard enough at training, that she was "a spoiled brat" and that "a REAL WOMAN" would work until she was perfect at the sport.  Then, Ms. Hancock had ordered Tiffany to perform an hours calisthenics, after school.

Rich and spoiled, and a star athlete, Tiffany, with her coterie of girlfriends, pretty much dominated the school.  Some thought her so-called friends were more toadies and hangers on, but maybe they were just jealous that they were excluded from the group.  Used to having her own way, Tiffany had been rudely surprised, when the new swim coach failed to take her pretensions seriously, and treated her like every other student.  It was a rude shock for Tiffany to be singled out for discipline like that.  Her wealthy father was a power on the school board, and the other teachers pretty much let her run wild.  Nevertheless, she had just finished the grueling assignment before heading to the now deserted showers.

"I'd like to show her who's a 'REAL WOMAN'!"  Tiffany muttered as she stepped behind the lockers, to retrieve her clothes.  Just then, she heard someone else come into the locker room.  She glanced around to see who it was, and almost snarled.  It was Ms. Hancock, herself.  The coach didn't see Tiffany, and the girl remained out of sight.  The tall, beautiful, black haired woman swiftly looked around, and not seeing anyone, took off her own clothes, preparing to shower before heading home. She didn't like to shower with the students, thinking it was bad for discipline, and truthfully, she was a little shy, though she hid her shyness behind an air of cool competence.

Tiffany continued to peek at the coach as she undressed, not bothering to get her own clothes. "Wow she sure has some body!" Tiffany thought to herself.  Tiffany had an eye for other girls, as her friends well knew, some of them the hard way.

As Ms. Hancock turned off the shower and stepped out, she heard a noise. Tiffany had brushed against the locker and rattled it "Who's there?" She called out.  Did Tiffany detect just a hint of nervousness in her voice?

Discovered, Tiffany came out from behind the locker.  "Just Me, Ms. Hancock!" Tiffany said, then insolently added.  "I didn't know the faculty used these showers!"

"Well, normally I'd go to the faculty dressing room, but I'm in a hurry, and this was closer!"  Blair  explained, as though Tiffany had a right to question her. Somehow, the brash student made her feel guilty, as though she'd caught her in some infraction.

Tiffany noticed the coach was blushing a little.  The straitlaced, unbendable Blair Hancock seemed to have left her stern air of authority in the locker with her clothes.  She'd be the last to admit it, but, even after a lifetime of athletic competition, being nude in front of others, always made Blair edgy and uncomfortable.

Up until now, Blair had always been been successful in concealing her diffident shyness from the students, but somehow the foxy Tiffany guessed.  The student boldly ogled her teacher's shapely body with a lustful sneer.  That brazen, unblinking inspection was extremely unsettling and filled Blair with uncertainty; she nervously fell back a step.  By now, her face had flushed bright red.

Tiffany followed, pushing even closer to the naked faculty member.  Blair felt the wall against her back; she couldn't retreat any further.  Tiffany was breathing heavily, her eyes glowing with evil malice.

Tiffany wasn't used to self-control or caution.  Her father always got her out of the jams she got into.  The tall teacher's nervous reaction was exciting her.  She'd never thought of the terrible Ms. Hancock that way before, and even if she did still detest her, she couldn't deny, the coach was gorgeous.

"What the hell?  So I get expelled, and Dad has to send me to a private school!  He can afford it!  I've heard most of those competitive swimmers are butch, anyway!"

"Wow, you sure do have some body!"  Tiffany said with a throaty purr, and throwing caution to the winds, she insolently patted the teacher on the hip.

Blair trembled at the girl's touch.  Oh, this was so distressing!  What should she do? In her shocked amazement, Blair just stood there trembling.  Her indecision was fatal.

Seeing Ms. Hancock's nervous indecision, Tiffany grew even bolder.    "Maybe the bitch does like girls?"  Tiffany thought, hopefully. Getting the  coach 'between the sheets' would be a real coup.  She reached up and fondled the teacher's beautiful, nude breast.

"Ohh! What do you think you're doing?  Stop that!"  Blair snapped, trying to reassert her fast waning authority, but Tiffany heard the tremor in the tall teacher's voice.

"Why the big bitch is really scared of me!"  Tiffany realized with a thrill.  "I guess though maybe she's straight!  From the looks of her, she doesn't much like another girl touching her!  Well, that's her problem!  Next time, she'll know enough to shower in the faculty dressing room!"

She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but Tiffany was enjoying herself immensely; Ms. Hancock had an incredible, firm body, that was a pleasure to fondle.  The anxious teacher finally gathered her wits and tried to pull loose from the student's groping hands.  Growing more and more aroused, Blair's resistance angered Tiffany no end.  In annoyance, she drove her hard little fist into Ms. Hancock's side.

Never dreaming any student would dare strike a teacher, Blair was totally unprepared for the blow, and she doubled over, protectively clutching her side.

Tiffany knew she'd committed the unpardonable sin. She physically struck a teacher.  Only one or two other students had ever dared such an outrageous challenge to authority, and they'd been instantly expelled.  One had even been arrested.

Instead of sobering Tiffany's hot, lustful anger though, the realization made her even bolder.  "Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb!"  Tiffany was no stranger to bullying the other girl's in her gang, but she never hit a grownup before. Punching the haughty Ms. Hancock had been extremely satisfying.  Tiffany really liked the feeling.

Ms. Hancock wasn't used to violence, and didn't like it.  A swimming prodigy at an early age, she'd been educated by tutors, sheltered  from the rough and tumble of the school playground.  Now, more than anything, she wanted to run from the room, and get away from this embarrassing, stressful situation.  She looked around apprehensively for the nearest door.

Tiffany saw the teacher's distress.  It gave her a real rush. Before Blair could flee, Tiffany saw another opening.  A second later her foot lanced into Ms. Hancock's stomach.  That first punch had hurt the teacher, but not disastrously so, but the kick was devastating.  It landed squarely in the teacher's solar plexus, and took her breath away, completely.

Now that she'd started, Tiffany couldn't stop herself.  She really got off bullying other girls, and now she was doing it to Ms. Hancock.  It was a dream come true.  Before Blair could even think, Tiffany's right fist crashed into her jaw.  The dazed teacher slowly sank to her knees.

As Blair gurgled out protests, Tiffany grabbed her by the hair and socked her on the other side of the jaw.  That punch knocked the disoriented teacher over backward.

Blair sat on the floor, in a daze.  How could this be happening?  Before she could get her bearings, Tiffany viciously kicked her in the bosom, her sharp toe driving deep into the underside of Blair's right breast.

"Oh My God!  She must be crazy!  I've got to get out of here!"  The shocked teacher thought, in panic.  Desperately, she twisted over, and tried to scramble to safety on all fours

Before the terrified teacher could escape, Tiffany caught up with her, and slammed her fists down in a paralyzing, two-handed punch to Blair's back.

Though hurt, by the blow, the panicky coach, still tried to scramble to her feet.  She must escape this lunatic!  It was no use!  Tiffany grabbed her by the arms, and rolled her over backward.

Once the vicious girl had her down on the floor, again, she locked her legs around Blair's svelte midsection. The girl's slim legs were stronger than Blair ever could have believed.  Her middle felt like it was caught in a vise. The relentless pressure took her breath away. She struggled frantically to escape, but by now Tiffany had pulled her arms behind her, capturing them in an inescapable grip.

"Oh this is fantastic!"  Tiffany thought.  As the frightened swim coach continued her gurgled protests, Tiffany slid her legs up around Blair's neck.  Now, she was nearly strangling the helpless, older woman.

Unable to breathe, Blair fearfully stopped struggling.  Tiffany released her legs and got up. She pulled the terrified Blair to her feet

On her feet, the teacher fearfully began struggling again, just to get away from the awful girl.  Angry at Blair's resistance, the vicious student drove her fist into the older woman's pussy.  Blair nearly passed out, from the pain of the foul punch

As Ms. Hancock wobbled on unsteady legs, Tiffany grabbed her around the waist in a bear hug.  The girl's wiry arms nearly crushed the teacher's slim muscular midriff.  Tiffany's steely grip terrified the nearly helpless Blair.