Melissa the Schoolyard Bully Part 11  At The Drugstore    
by Madman



Melissa here again to tell you how I dealt with a moronic security guard at
the drug store. While checking out the cosmetics department, I put a cuticle
scissors and a lipstick in my pocket. I didn't have a cart and I wanted to
keep my hands free to continue shopping. While I was at the magazine counter
skimming some martial arts and wrestling maqazines, I felt a hand on my
shoulder. I turned to find a geeky middle aged man. He was about my height,
but skinny, and he had combed his greying hair to try and cover a large bald
spot on the top of his head. He said "Come with me" and guided me toward an
office in the back of the store.

Upon arriving at the office, he told me to empty the pockets of my jean
cutoffs. When I removed the scissors and lipstick he accused me of attempting
to shoplift them. He told me that he was going to call the police and that I
was to wait here with him until they arrived.

"I was going to pay for them. I just put them in my pocket while I was still
shopping" I told him.

"By law, young lady, hiding merchandise is considered an attempt to steal" he
replied. "You can tell your flimsy story to the police." He picked up his
phone and started to dial.

Now, I was getting very angry with this pompous jerk. I pulled the phone cord
out of the wall and told him again that I wasn't stealing anything. He pulled
a walkie talkie from inside his pocket and started to call someone. I grabbed
it out of his hand and flung it against the wall. It shattered into many
pieces before falling to the floor. I told him "You messed with me, now I'm
going to mess you up bigtime."

He stood up and faced me with a confused expression. I just stood there
waiting to see what he was going to do. He approached me and reached out to
grab me. I shot my knee up and caught him right in the groin. I wasn't in the
mood to play around with this guy, I was going to be extra brutal with him.
When he coubled over in pain, I nailed him with a hard right hook to theide of
his head. He staggered into the desk and fell to the floor. Immediately, I
dove down on him and pinned his chest under my knee and shin. Then I threw
punches with both hands to his head. My leg prevented him from raising his
arms to try to block my blows. When I stopped punching he was dazed and there
was blood trickling from both his nose and mouth.

Now this jerk was already helpless in less than a minute. My anger was
subsiding and I decided to have some fun with him. I asked him if it was his
job to harrass girls in the store.

"My job is to apprehend shoplifters no matter who they are."

"I told you that I wasn't shoplifting and I'm going to punish you for accusing
me. Should I start woth a leg or an arm?"

"A leg?" he queried. "What are you talking about."

"Okay" I responded. "I'll start with your leg."

He was still on his back, so I put his left leg in a step over toe hold. I
really twisted it hard and put a lot of pressure on his knee and ankle. I
could see his pained expression as I bent his leg around mine. I could tell my
muscular leg was much bigger and firmer than his spindly birdleg.

"Please let me go" he pleaded. "You're hurting my leg."

"Of course I am, you're the one who requested it."

I needed a little more room to work on him as this was a very small office. I
dropped his leg and pushed the desk against the wall to give me more room.
Then I grabbed his left leg again, flipped him over, and put him in a half
Boston crab. Leaning way back with the hold, I stretched his hamstring and
bent his ankle while also hurting his lower back. He was pounding the floor
with his hands in pain, but could do nothing to defend his sorry ass. He was
also moaning and trying to talk, but I wasn't listening. I was too busy
enjoying my hold.

After a couple of minutes, I got bored with the crab hold and dropped down to
shoot myu elbow to the inside of his knee several times. When I got up to
admire my work, he was clutching his leg with both hands. I pulled him up to
his feet to see if he could stand on the leg. He was hobbling around on his
other leg as I had succeeded in incapacitating the left leg. With one arm
between his legs and the other around his neck, I scooped him up to my
shoulders. There wasn't enough room for an airplane spin so I threw him
against the side of the desk. His back and the back of his head hit the edge
of it with a thud and he fell back to the floor. Now he was groggy again, so I
waited a minute so that he would be fully aware of how I was going to continue
beating him. While waiting, I amused myself by stomping his left leg and knee
a few times. Even though I was wearing tennis shoes, I'm sure I did more
damage to his injured leg.

He was becoming more alert, so it was time for me to continue. I sat on the
floor behind his head and toldf him "Now that you've seen what I can do to
your leg, let me show you what I can do with mine." I put him in a figure four
headscissors with my big right calf right under his chin. This is one of my
favorite holds because it is so easy to apply pressure and I can sit up and
watch his face turn red. My legs are so strong that it wasn't even necessary
to pull back on my ankle with my hand to apply pressure, but I did it anyways.
I really wanted to make this guy suffer for messing with me.

He reached back with his hands to try to dilodge my legs. There was no way his
skinny arms could unlock my awesome legs, but I grabbed his wrist with my free
hand. Then I took my other hand off my ankle and used it to bend his wrist
back. He tried to scream, but my leg wound tightly around his neck made it
impossible for him to do anything other than softly wimper. This was good
because I didn't want too much noise to attract attention. Usually, when I
have my victim trapped in two punishing holds, I alternate pressuring them to
extend their suffering. But this time, I applied full force to both holds
right away at the same time. This arrogant jerk deserved this more severe
punishment. I heard a crackling noise from his wrist and was pretty sure that
I had injured it. I hoped it would bother him for a long time so that he
couln't harrass any other girls.

I let go of his wrist and regrabbed my ankle. Then I pulled back on my leg
while leaning back so that my back was almost to the floor. Not only did this
tighten my scissors, but it jerked his head back and strained his neck. I
don't think that I had ever been this harsh with one of my victims, but none
of them had threatened me like he had. It felt really good to hurt him this
badly. After a final tug on my ankle, I unclasped my powerful legs and
released him. I got the scissors and lipstick from the desk and sat on his
chest with my knees on his upper arms.

"I can't believe you actually thought I was going to steal this crap" I told
him. "It's very poor quality.

I started cutting his longer hairs that covered his bald spot with the cuticle
scissors. "These cheap scissors barely cut" I informed him as I hacked away at
his hair. I accidently knicked his ear with the point of the scissors and it
started bleeding. Oh well, it will match his nose and mouth. Then I opened the
lipstick and put lines of purple lipstick all over his face. "This lipstick is
so cheap that it smears. You should see how it makes your face even uglier. I
wouldn't use crap like this."

Then I got up and stood over his battered body. I told him "I'm leaving now
and I trust this will be the end of this incident. If not, I will visit you
again." I pressed my foot down on his scrawny neck for emphasis. Then I left
his office and the store. I knew that it would be several minutes before he
would be able to crawl out of his office and I would be long gone by then.