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MironaX
Planetoid
- Joined
- Apr 22, 2010
Mica had spent all day waiting in anticipation. This was an important day, and one that would determine the direction her life was going to lead for years to come. As she sat in her final period classroom waiting for the bell she reflected on the events of the previous week.
"LIGHTS OUT BITCH!" Mica half-shouted as she smashed her fist across the face of an overweight girl who was but one of six people attacking her. The hook caught her right on the temple and caused her to crumple instantly. Without hesitation she spun around, taking a swift kick to the back of her knee. The kick dropped her leg, but she was able to catch the foot, dragging the attacker with. She then forced herself up and swept her own foot across the womans face, knocking her out cold as well. This pattern kept up for several minutes until she fought and bested each challenger. She was good, very good. Naturally athletic, excellent instincts, and good reflexes made her a dangerous young woman to fight against. In the end she was bloody and bruised, her knuckles dripping with both her blood and that of her opponents. All were alive of course, this was only canonizing...not war.
"Very nice Mica....very nice indeed." Kaeta, the leader of this gang, which was becoming one of the serious players in her town, clapped in approval as she stood up. "That wasn't just a good fight, that was damned entertaining. I was sure you were going down at first..." She threw her hands up. "...but you earned your colors today." Mica breathed deeply. She'd been getting ready for this for some time, and now she was finally a part of something bigger, something she could dedicate herself to, and trust in turn. But Kaeta had a somewhat dangerous look in her eyes as she stepped down from the seat made of metal scrap that was her throne. Without hesitation she grabbed Mica's crotch, giving her...anatomy a playful squeeze. "You've got the tools, you've got the grit, and you've got the game. Now the only thing you need....is a gift."
The school bell shocked her out of her memory. It was time to meet Hitomi, and see about that gift. She packed up her things and bolted from the classroom on a mission. Unfortunately the 'gift' Kaeta spoke of wasn't easy to get, and couldn't be bought. The special thing about that gang, was that they were all like her. And every time a new member joined, she had to bring willing...entertainment for the leadership. Specifically, that meant a girl. Young, attractive, clean, not-paid, and willing to have a train run on them by all seven members of the gangs leaders, including Kaeta. From then on out, the girl had the option of staying as one of the gangs call-girls in return for protection, care..etc....
Unfortunately Mica didn't know many girls. In fact the only one that she'd even been with was her girlfriend. She surpressed those thoughts as she cracked open the girls locker room door. The school cleared out pretty fast so she was sure Hitomi was going to be the only person there. And as she came around the lockers, she was treated to a favorite sight of hers. Hitomi was dressing. So she decided to just lean against a locker and watch for a bit, taking in the view, trying to refrain from letting her bulge get too uncomfortable.
"LIGHTS OUT BITCH!" Mica half-shouted as she smashed her fist across the face of an overweight girl who was but one of six people attacking her. The hook caught her right on the temple and caused her to crumple instantly. Without hesitation she spun around, taking a swift kick to the back of her knee. The kick dropped her leg, but she was able to catch the foot, dragging the attacker with. She then forced herself up and swept her own foot across the womans face, knocking her out cold as well. This pattern kept up for several minutes until she fought and bested each challenger. She was good, very good. Naturally athletic, excellent instincts, and good reflexes made her a dangerous young woman to fight against. In the end she was bloody and bruised, her knuckles dripping with both her blood and that of her opponents. All were alive of course, this was only canonizing...not war.
"Very nice Mica....very nice indeed." Kaeta, the leader of this gang, which was becoming one of the serious players in her town, clapped in approval as she stood up. "That wasn't just a good fight, that was damned entertaining. I was sure you were going down at first..." She threw her hands up. "...but you earned your colors today." Mica breathed deeply. She'd been getting ready for this for some time, and now she was finally a part of something bigger, something she could dedicate herself to, and trust in turn. But Kaeta had a somewhat dangerous look in her eyes as she stepped down from the seat made of metal scrap that was her throne. Without hesitation she grabbed Mica's crotch, giving her...anatomy a playful squeeze. "You've got the tools, you've got the grit, and you've got the game. Now the only thing you need....is a gift."
The school bell shocked her out of her memory. It was time to meet Hitomi, and see about that gift. She packed up her things and bolted from the classroom on a mission. Unfortunately the 'gift' Kaeta spoke of wasn't easy to get, and couldn't be bought. The special thing about that gang, was that they were all like her. And every time a new member joined, she had to bring willing...entertainment for the leadership. Specifically, that meant a girl. Young, attractive, clean, not-paid, and willing to have a train run on them by all seven members of the gangs leaders, including Kaeta. From then on out, the girl had the option of staying as one of the gangs call-girls in return for protection, care..etc....
Unfortunately Mica didn't know many girls. In fact the only one that she'd even been with was her girlfriend. She surpressed those thoughts as she cracked open the girls locker room door. The school cleared out pretty fast so she was sure Hitomi was going to be the only person there. And as she came around the lockers, she was treated to a favorite sight of hers. Hitomi was dressing. So she decided to just lean against a locker and watch for a bit, taking in the view, trying to refrain from letting her bulge get too uncomfortable.