Angel dresses for the prom by Rick

Angel admired herself in the mirror. The 22-year-old woman who stared back looked elegant in her long, white, silk evening gown with spaghetti straps. Her coiffured hair made her look more like the prom queen than a dancer at the local gentleman's club. This was to be her outfit for the night, carefully constructed to attract the local high school seniors who were attending their annual prom that night just around the corner from the club.

One long last look at herself in the mirror and Angel glanced at her watch.

“Oh no, I'm running late,” she said to no one in particular.

She grabbed her purse and rushed out of the apartment, and bumped into an 18-year-old girl who lived on Angel's floor, but who didn't seem to get along with anyone, and was particularly hostile to Angel.

“Excuse me,” Angel said as Jenna walked by without so much as a grunt.

Angel saw that Jenna wore blue jeans with a yellow tank top, sandals, no socks. Good thing its warm outside, Angel thought to herself.

Angel met up with Jenna again at the elevator.

“Nice dress,” Jenna said sarcastically without looking at Angel.

“Thanks,” Angel said, ignoring the sarcasm. “What are your plans tonight Jenna?”

“I was supposed to go to the prom with my boyfriend but I couldn't get my dress done in time,” she said angrily. “Now he's going to some strip club tonight without me. I'm hanging with my friends.”

“I'm sorry to hear that, really,” Angel said.

For the first time Jenna stared at Angel. “Really sorry, huh?” she asked. “That is a nice dress though. Wish I had one.”

The elevator arrived then and both rode to the ground floor in silence. Angel left first, while Jenna hung back. “I forgot something upstairs,” Jenna said as she climbed back into the elevator. “Have a nice night.”

“You too,” Angel said.

Just outside the front door, Angel checked her purse and discovered she had forgotten her cigarettes. The liquor store was on the opposite corner, so she hustled down, knowing she had to hurry or be late for her first shift.

She purchased her smokes and headed back the other way, and came into contact with Jenna again in front of the apartment building. This time she wasn't alone. Ashley was with her.

“In a hurry?” Jenna asked with a laugh.

“Yes, I am I gotta run,” Angel said. “See you guys later.”

“Wait, we can give you a lift. Ashley brought her car,” Jenna said.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, come on its right around the back.”

Ashley and Jenna walked on either side of Angel as they made their way to the back parking lot, which wasn't lit very well and not often used.

As they got to the parking lot, Angel asked which car belonged to Ashley.

Ashley merely snickered.

Both the teenagers suddenly backed Angel up against the brick wall, and away from the only light pole in the lot.

“What the hell is going on?” Angel asked.

“I told you I wanted a dress just like that bitch and I'm going to take yours,” Jenna practically spit in Angel's face.

Angel laughed nervously and wasn't prepared at all for Jenna's fist to land in the middle of her stomach, doubling Angel over.

Jenna then pulled on Angel's hair to stand her upright away and got within inches of her face. “That dress belongs to me bitch,” she said.

“You can't be serious,” Angel said, coughing the words out.

The answer came in the form of another belly punch, only this time from Ashley, who twisted her right fist into Angel's stomach, effectively knocking the wind out of her.

Angel, her eyes tearing up, tried to fall to the ground, but Jenna had a hold of her hair and held her up.

“I am very serious bitch,” Jenna said very deliberately. “You are not going anywhere with that dress.”

“But-,” was as far as Angel got before Jenna smashed another fist into her stomach.

Badly shaken, Angel had trouble catching her breath and felt the urge to vomit. She uttered undistinguished words and moaned. She was suddenly afraid of what these two teenagers could do to her.

“What, what, what do you want?” Angel managed to get out.

“It's simple bitch,” Jenna said. “I want that dress.”

“But-,” and again another first found a vulnerable spot in Angel's stomach, and this time Jenna let her drop the ground and Angel cradled herself, crying slightly.

After a few seconds, Jenna gently lifted Angel up again and whispered softly into her ear, almost like a friend trying to soothe her, “If you don't give up the dress we will hurt you very, very bad.”

Then Angel made eye contact with Jenna's cold stone eyes and knew she had no choice.

“OK, OK,” Angel said as Ashley grabbed Angel's purse and dumped the contents all over the ground. She picked up Angel's apartment key and held it up for Angel to see.

Angel knew she wasn't going anywhere now and bowed her head in defeat.

Jenna slapped her hard across the face, which grabbed Angel's attention.

“How?”

“Take the damn dress off bitch, NOW,” Jenna said, “before I start using you for a punching bag.”

Ashley laughed as Angel unhooked the spaghetti straps and slowly lowered the dress to the ground, leaving her in white bra, silk blouse, silk panties and white 6-inch heels.

Angel covered herself as Jenna grabbed the dress and handed it to Ashley, who disappeared around the corner.

Jenna made Angel stand against the brick wall again and had her put her arms up over her head.

“Look at these marks,” Jenna said of the redness on Angel's belly. Jenna then began tracing the red marks on the skin as Angel shivered in fear and disgust.

Jenna then started to punch Angel's stomach, knocking away Angel's arms every time she tried to cover herself. Jenna just continued to punch, using a one-two approach that was so quick, Angel didn't have a chance to absorb the pain before another wave of pain came.

Even as Angel tried to collapse, Jenna changed direction and started using upper cuts. Before long, Angel went limp and fell into Jenna.

Jenna merely laughed and lay Angel down on her back, placing her arms away from her body and admired her handiwork. There were traces of purple and blue in the redness of Angel's stomach.

Ashley came back, empty-handed, moments later and stared laughing at the sight of Angel lying on the ground, moaning softly.

“Let's go Jenna, we got the dress now, let's go,” Ashley said.

Jenna couldn't take her eyes off Angel.

“No, this bitch works at the strip club Jimmy, Luke and the other guys are going to tonight,” Jenna said. “She needs a lesson that she shouldn't fuck with us.”

Jenna leaned over and slapped Angel's face lightly.

Angel slowly found consciousness again.

“Oh please, no more,” Angel begged. “I won't say a word.”

“You won't say a word because you won't be able to open that mouth bitch,” Jenna said a second before landing a fist squarely on Angel's mouth, instantly giving her a fat lip.

Ashley seized the moment to land her own punch, right in Angel's left eye. Angel's arms went limp and she closed her eyes as the pummeling continued.

Angel weaved in and out of consciousness as Jenna and Ashley landed blows all over her face, stomach and chest. She also felt a foot crash into her crotch, and felt pain all over her legs.

After several minutes Angel looked like something out of the old “Rocky” movies. There was some doubt even her mother would recognize her this way. Ashley had started pulling out Angel's hair and there were clumps of it on the ground.

Neither teenager left any part of Angel's body untouched. Kicking, scratching and hitting everywhere while Angel rolled around on the ground.

Finally the girls stopped punching, out of breath and wiping the sweat off their faces.

“We have to see the damage,” Jenna said, her eyes wild looking and her evil laugh filling the night.

With that, Jenna roughly pulled the blouse down and off Angel's legs, revealing bloody wounds and scratches. She also ripped off Angel's panties and saw purple splotches everywhere.

Ashley unclipped Angel's bra and easily removed it. Angel's boobs were a multi-color array of reds, purples and blues.

Angel couldn't open her eyes as they were swollen shut, and her lips badly swollen and bloody.

Jenna and Ashley dragged Angel's limp body and sat her up against the light pole in the parking area. The white shoes were the only clothing left on her.

Jenna grabbed the rest of Angel's clothes, while Ashley grabbed the contents of the purse, pulling out a wad of bills.

“Time to party,” she said as the two teenagers walked back toward the street.

Jenna looked back just before turning the corner.

“I guess no prom for her,” she said and both teenagers laughed and disappeared into the night.