Asking for it

by Grayon

    Jenn stared down the dimly lit hallway and listened intently.  The Hollis Athletic Center was quiet except for the soft humming of the vending machines.  It was a new building with a clean smell and Jenn always felt safe there, even when she closed up alone.  Trusting her senses she decided to investigate what she could have sworn sounded like a distant scream.  She brushed her hair back out of her eyes and walked down the hallway.
    A sharp cry broke through the silence as she passed the locker rooms and turned the corner.  It sounded like a woman crying out in pain.  Down near the end of the corridor a light was coming from the room normally used for yoga and dance classes.  As Jenn crept cautiously towards the room she could make out more voices, and sure enough when she peered through the door's small window she could see a group of people standing with their backs to the mirrored wall.  When she looked closer she saw in the mirror's reflection two girls fighting.  Fascinated,Jenn moved closer to get a full view.
    The blonde girl was Brooke Gilmon.  Jenn recognized her immediately.  Almost everyone at Berchwood College knew Brooke and Brooke knew most of them.  Every school had a Brooke; the ideal woman, tall, blonde and statuesque.  Every guy wanted to date her and most girls looked on her with jealousy.  Brooke's perfect features were twisted up in a snarl as she struggled against a girl who Jenn recognized, but could not put a name to.  This other girl seemed to be losing the fight.  Her black hair was a tangled mess and her face was contorted in pain.
    Both girls were dressed in a provocative way.  Brooke was wearing a black sports bra with thin straps and pair of tiny blue panties.  The other girl's red tank top was pulled up over her swollen breasts and she was sporting a black thong.
    Jenn watched as Brooke landed a vicious right hand into the other girl's face.  Their sweaty bodies pressed together as they grappled with one another.  Brooke overpowered her foe, and landed another shot to the girl's belly, sending her to the floor.  Immediately Brooke was on top of her grasping a thick hand full of hair and pulling backwards, violently stretching the poor girl's back.  A wicked smile flashed across Brooke's face as she wrenched backwards forcing a scream from the helpless girl.  Finally she released her conquered opponent who flopped face down into a pool of her own blood and sweat.  Brooke rolled the girl onto her back and pulled her red tank top off, holding it aloft as a trophy.  She turned to face the small crowd, some of them cheering and others looking on with concern.
    Jenn was shocked to discover she had become aroused by the violent spectacle.  There was something innately sexual about the struggle and the humiliation of the poor girl.
    Brooke spun around and struck a victory pose as her friends rushed in to congratulate her.  That is when Jenn noticed Daniel.  He was smiling as he came forward and gave Brooke a big hug.  Then he kissed Brooke passionately.  Jenn stared, mouth agape.  Daniel was Jenn's study buddy from Business Calculous.  He was soft spoken and, secretly, Jenn thought him very handsome.  She was surprised to see him here and even more shocked to see him kissing Brooke. Suddenly Brooke turned and her eyes locked with Jenn's.
    Brooke rushed towards the door, pushing it open.  Jenn backed up as Brooke came forward.  Others were pouring out the door behind her.
    "What the fuck are you doing here?" demanded Brooke.  She was a full ten inches taller than Jenn, who cowered against the far wall.
    "I, I was..." Jenn was completely frazzled.
    "She works here."  Offered the sour faced girl standing beside Brooke.  She was also scantily clad, had red mark under her left eye and was holding a torn sports bra in her right hand.  Jenn looked at her and the others who had crowded into the hallway.  They were mostly girls dressed in revealing clothes, there were also a few guys in plain clothes looking more excited than anyone should have a right to be.  She recognized Hailey Jordan, who stood in the back.  Hailey's face was swollen and she was topless.  Jenn guessed that Hailey had been in a fight with the sour faced girl and lost, quite badly from the look of it.
    "What the fuck is your name?" asked Brooke as she stared down into Jenn's face.
    "I'm Jenn."
    "Jenn what?"  Brooke shot back.
    "Jenn Delaney."
    "OK Jenn,  listen to me.  You aren't going to say shit about what you saw here.  Do you understand?"
    Jenn nodded her head, but Daniel and the rest of the group were starring at her and she felt compelled to say something to ease the tension.
    "I won't say anything.  What were..."
    "What were we doing?"  Interrupted the sour faced girl.  "We were fucking fighting.  What the fuck do you think we were doing?"
    Jenn shot her a dirty look, but the sour faced girl wasn't having any of it.
    "Maybe you want to show up here next week.  I can personally show you what we were doing."  She started to come forward, but Brooke held an arm up to stop her.
    "Shut up Kelly.  If Jenn wants to fight she gets to choose her opponent." Brooke stood up straight and folded her arms across her chest.
    "OK, I will fight you." Jenn said, staring back at Brooke.
    "Good."  A big smile spread across Brooke's face.  "You're on."
    A low hiss issued from the crowd.  Jenn had shocked quite a few people with her challenge.  Daniel was one of them and Jenn's face turned red as she noticed him looking at her with wide disbelieving eyes.
    "Be here next week.  No weapons and no shoes allowed.  No biting or eye gouging.  You can wear what you want, but if it isn't acceptable to the boys they will make you fight naked.  I suggest you dress like us."  Brooke said, gesturing to the other girls with a sweep of her arm.  She turned and walked away.
    Kelly looked Jenn in the face "You are fucking crazy."  She waved the torn sports bra in front of Jenn's face.  The crowd began to disperse, heading towards the rear exit of the HAC.  Daniel looked back at Jenn before he left with Brooke.

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    Jenn stood in front of the mirror, naked from the waist up.  She stood in the center of her dorm room, wearing only a tight pair of jeans, and stared at her reflection.  Her short brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail and a few loose strands framed her round face and its soft features.  Her small nose pointed up, just the slightest bit, and her dark brown eyes were large and beautiful.  Large pink nipples stood erect atop her perky breasts, which she considered too small.  She pressed them together with her hands as she made faces at the mirror.  She was meeting Daniel at the library in thirty minutes.
    She went into the top drawer of her cheap laminate dresser and fished out a heather grey top and slid it over her head.  She pulled the tiny sleeves off her shoulders, leaving most of her chest exposed.  The shirt had the number "7" printed over the left breast in black.  It also left most of her mid drift bare.  She had never worn this shirt in public, but she felt brave today and excited at the prospect of seeing Daniel for the first time since discovering the mysterious female fighting.  She put on a tight back choker and gave herself one last look in the mirror.
    Daniel's eyes went wide as she approached him.  He was seated at their customary study spot: in the back of the library.  Jenn noticed he had no books with him.
    "Hi Dan."  She said, trying to act normal even though she felt awkward and exposed.
    "Hey Jenn," He was looking right at her tits.  After a moment his gaze drifted up to meet hers.  He looked troubled.
    "Where's your stuff?" asked Jenn.
    "I didn't bring it.  Listen Jenn I don't know what has gotten into you.  You can't fight Brooke, it's..."
    "You don't think I can win?"  Her face turned red.  She was getting angry.
    "You can't!"  Daniel scoffed.  "You don't stand a chance Jenn."  He could see he wasn't getting through to her.  She was even madder now.
    "Why?  Why?  Tell me why?"
    "She's bigger than you and probably way stronger."  Daniel felt weird explaining the obvious, but he could see that Jenn wasn't being reasonable.
    "You're a fucking asshole.  You don't know what I am capable of.  I can win, but you don't want that because all you care about is Brooke."  She was on the verge of tears now.
    "I don't want to see you get hurt.  Please Jenn."  Daniel was beginning to see the big picture:  The jealousy towards Brooke, the fight, and now Jenn had shown up dressed like a slut.  He had never considered the possibility that she was attracted to him, but now it seemed clear.  "Just call off the fight."
    "No."  Jenn burst into tears.  Her face contorted into a expression of pain as she lost control and began to sob.  Dan moved to comfort her, but she turned and ran.  All she could think of was getting away so he wouldn't see her like this.

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    "You want to fuck my boyfriend.  Don't you? You fucking slut."  Brooke stood across from Jenn yelling.  "I know you are his little study buddy, or should I say slutty buddy?  That's why you challenged me? Isn't it?"
    "Fuck you."  Jenn put up her fists.
    "You have no idea how much I am going to enjoy this."  Brooke snarled.
    It was fight night and the two girls faced each other.  There was a much larger crowd than the previous week.  Jenn could hear cheering for Brooke, but surprisingly a good portion of the crowd was rooting for her.  She supposed Brooke had made a few enemies along the way.
    Brooke was wearing the same black sports bra and blue panties that she had last week.  She had her hair pulled back into a tight bun and stood confidently facing Jenn.
    "I am guessing you dressed like that for Dan, right?"  Brooke said mockingly.
    Jenn's face turned red.  She had in fact been thinking of Dan while she dressed.  She wore a tiny white thong and had tied a red ribbon around her neck.  She had used the same red ribbon to tie back her hair.  She had on a white sports bra that was low cut in both the front and the back, the straps threatening to fall from her shoulders.
    "Where did you get that outfit?  Whores are us?"  Brooke taunted.
    Laughter erupted from the crowd and Jenn felt the urge to cry.  She was embarrassed and frightened.
    She charged Brooke, attempting to use her anger as a weapon.
    Brooke's fist caught Jenn on the cheek, once, twice and then she drove her knee into Jenn's stomach.
    Jenn went down hard, choking on tears.  She stood back up flailing wildly at Brooke, who easily avoided the pathetic attack.  Jenn had never considered her chances of winning to be very strong, but now she could see it was hopeless.  Brooke was too strong and fast.  Another fist smashed into Jenn's face and opened up her lip.
    Brooke seized Jenn by her hair and drove her back against the wall.  Again Brooke drove her knee into Jenn's belly.  She stepped back and put two more punches straight into Jenn's face then finished with a spinning round house kick that caught Jenn across the chest.
    Jenn went down for the second time.  The room went foggy.  She could hear desperate shouts of encouragement coming from the crowd.  It was Daniel.
    "Get up Jenn!  Come on.  Don't give up I know you can do this!"
    "What the fuck!  Are you fucking serious?"  Brooke turned around to face Dan.  She had dropped her guard.
    Jenn stood up and charged, desperate to win at all costs.  She smashed into Brooke, but the larger girl recovered her footing quickly and did not go down.  Jenn threw a desperate punch that caught Brooke on the jaw but it only served to enrage the tall blonde.
    Brooke was through toying with Jenn.  She unloaded a nasty punch that sent Jenn back to the floor.  Jenn struggled to get up but Brooke was on top of her throwing punches.  Every punch landed as Brooke went into a crazed attack.  Jenn's head bounced hard off the wooden floor as the blows came down.  She struggled to hang onto consciousness.
    "Come on Jenn!"  Daniel sounded panicked.
    Brooke grabbed ahold of the straps of Jenn's sports bra and pulled them down off the shoulder, revealing Jenn's breasts.  She grabbed Jenn's hair and pulled the exposed girl to her feet, showing off her handy work to the crowd.  Jenn's face was a red mask of cuts and bruises.  Her eyes were swollen shut and her mouth was a bloody rictus of pain.
    "Is this what you want Dan?"  Brooke yelled over Jenn's sobbing.  "You want this skinny little bitch?"
    Before Dan could answer Brooke reached down and tore off Jenn's thong.
    "You want this tight little pussy Dan?"  She pushed violently with her middle finger, driving it straight up into Jenn's vagina.
    Jenn was too week and dazed to resist as Brooke violated her.  Her humiliation and pain gave way to arousal.  She moaned and struggled weakly against Brooke.
    "Yeah I know you fucking like it." Brooke removed her finger and grabbed Jenn by both shoulders.  "Lets see how you like this."  She drove her knee straight into Jenn's crotch.  Jenn dropped to her knees and then went face first to the floor.  Immediately Brooke was on top of her grasping a thick hand full of hair and pulling backwards, violently stretching Jenn's back.  A wicked smile flashed across Brooke's face ass she wrenched backwards forcing a scream from the helpless girl.  She reached forward and raked her nails across Jenn's breast creating a trail of bloody gashes.  Finally she released her conquered opponent who flopped face down into a pool of her own blood and sweat.  Brooke rolled her onto her back and tore off her white sports bra, holding it aloft as a trophy.  She turned to face the crowd, some of them cheering and others looking on with concern.  She stood with her foot pressing down on Jenn's exposed pussy in a final victory pose.
    Naked and utterly defeated, Jenn vowed to fight again as her body was wracked by a massive orgasm.