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Post by Yahto Fang on Jun 5, 2008 10:03:04 GMT -8
"....."
"What happened? I blinked and I missed it."
Yahto had barely managed to take five steps into the gymnasium after leaving the boys' locker room when Arim suddenly bounded to him and gave him one of the most fun hugs of his life (mainly because of her low cut outfit, mind you.) If there was one thing he could say about her, it was this. The girl was stacked, and he really had to work to keep himself from grinning too widely as he returned the hug. However, that all changed when the blonde brought up his own outfit. "It's not cute." he muttered half-heartedly as the hug ended. "I don't know exactly what to call it, but it definitely isn't cute. Not in my eyes." He would've said more, probably something along the lines of Helga "Sasquatch" Eisenkasten's sanity. Or lack thereof. But that was when the basketball had been tossed and the game began.
What followed was the most bizarre thirty seconds of his entire life.
The next thing he knew, he was watching Arim sail through the air with great leaps and bounds completely mystified and jaw-dropped. The kid in the Moses costume had taken the first shot, and Arim somehow ended up in one of the basketball hoops. That was when Helga's flying spittle started assaulting his face as she roared detention at everyone like the lunatic she probably was.
So that brought him up to now. Detention still waiting for him and Delilah the French Maid (which sounded so stereotypical to him, it was hilarious) standing on a wrestling mat to spar with the gym teacher.
Definitely a day for the water cooler, that's for sure.
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Rem
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*gasp* Shocking!!!!!
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Post by Rem on Jun 5, 2008 12:04:05 GMT -8
Somehow, he'd gotten atop Letz Shake's shoulders, the bag and bottle in his hands and the rosy red tinge on his cheeks. He waved frantically.
"Go Lilah-chan! Move! Kick! Punch! Hit him a 340-hit combo!!!"
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Post by Helga Eisenkasten on Jun 18, 2008 10:06:11 GMT -8
Miss Eisenkasten frowned as Delilah approached with this....opening move? Could it even be considered an opening move? SERIOUSLY, how lame was THAT?!
The German teacher would allow 'Mizz Bleck's' abdominal hit and coughed to disguise her giggle. She felt Delilah's bare, smooth leg curl around hers and Miss Eisenkasten groaned.
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o/////O OUT OF DISGUST! IT WAS A HORRIBLE MOVE!
HOWEVER, the young mechanic would be finding it hard to be able to push her teacher over. So heavy set was she, not to mention toned (underneath all the fat, anyway) that it was very close to impossible. Her arm was holding Delilah in place by her waist, preventing her from moving forwards or away. However, the hit had a bit of force behind it. For such a small girl, it was quite forceful. Yes. This girl was a regular dominatrix, she was.
O________O OROROROR! What if she were the kind of girl who was all dominating in the real world, and sweetly submissive in the bedroom!
That would be awesome.
"TCH" Miss Eisenkasten snorted, snaking her arm all the way around Delilah's waist. "JOO VIL HEF TO DO BETTER ZEN ZAT," The teacher suddenly brought her knee up into Delilah's abdomen (sooooo soooooffffttttt), an attack which, given her position, should send her flying. The gym teacher would ready herself, sweating more than usual as a result of the close contact. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 23, 2008 14:47:00 GMT -8
She felt both of her maneuvers connect, but remained confused....nothing was happening. She could feel the strength of her teacher underneath her hand and leg..as well as some ripples of fat.
EW.
"TCH, JOO VIL HEF TO DO BETTER ZEN ZAT."
Delilah's eyes widened when she heard that, and felt her body tense as she tried to pull back, but found it impossible. The teacher was holding her. Damn... She noticed Miss Eisenkastens leg tense as she looked over the teachers arm, thereby knowing where the attack would come from and would go. There was only one thing she could do...
-FWUMP-
The sound of Eisenkasten's knee to Delilah's abdomen. The junior was sent backwards at an alarming rate, the sheer momentum behind it more than enough to send a 107lb girl flying. Recovering fro the blow, Delilah righted herself midair, and hit the mat in a crouch, the momentum making her skid back to it's edge. She grinned and got to her feet, appearing as though she wasn't harmed in the least. Thank the Gods for Qi. A higher concentration of minimal protection was all that she was able to manage, but it served it's purpose. She felt the inevitable bruise forming under her skin, but at least her stomach wasn't wound around her spinal chord.
This teacher was something else...all the comments made towards the girls, the VERY obvious dislike towards the boys...this...this was insane!
And it just might come in handy.
Delilah grabbed her feather duster from where she had left it beside her shoes, and pressed the extension button. The teacher was fast...Delilah could scarcely have tracked the movement of her knee, and not to mention really strong. She'd have to get on the dirty side with this one.
"Here it goes... Delilah exhaled deeply, and...started to dance. She started by moving her hips in a slow circular motion, her arms slowly twining around the feather duster. She pulled her hands apart suddenly, letting the feather duster hover midair for a moment as it cartwheeled. Delilah turned and let her upper body fall backwards, her hands touching the mat as she brought her legs up slowly, one curled underneath the other, which was extended. She caught the extended feather duster between the toes of her outstretched leg, and let it drop onto the back of the right hand, still on the mat. When she touched her feet back to the mat, she pulled herself upright slowly, pelvis first, on the tips of her toes, slowly bringing herself up, balancing the feather duster on the back of her hand as she moved her hands around each other, making wave like motions with her hand.
Rotating her hips, she deposited the feather duster on her raised hip, balancing it there. Twining her hands around themselves above her head, she moved her hips in a circle, moving the hilt of the balanced feather duster along the path of her stomach with slow, wave like motions, to the other hip, and around the back. She turned her body as she did this, so Eisenkasten could watch every...sultry...movement. The etire time, Delilah was discreetly stepping forwards , close and closer to the teacher. Outwardly, the mechanic was confident, sexy, even seductive...inside, she was screaming with embarrassment. >////< all these people watching! GAAAH!
Raising her hand, Delilah caught the feathery part of the feather duster between two of her fingers, and lifted it off her hip. She put her palm on the base of the duster and let the two fingers straddling the upper part of the staff slide down to her hand, like how one would maneuver a pool stick. Letting her legs curl around each other, she now stood five feet from the teacher. She turned around, turning the feather duster over her arm, and passed it too the next. She looked at Arim and gave her a grim look, before whirling back around, turning the feather duster once, and thrusting it at the abdomen of the teacher. Whether or not it connected with her abdomen or if she caught it, she'd push the button the the duster...starting the electrical charge. If she ws holding it...well, she was in for a bit of a...
surprise.
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Post by Helga Eisenkasten on Jun 26, 2008 19:37:22 GMT -8
Miss Eisenkasten watched as the girl retrieved her feather duster and chortled mockingly. "OHOHOHO! VAT JOO ZINK JOO VILL DO VITH ZAT, MMMM? TEECKLE MISS EISENKASTEN EENTO SUBMEESION?!"
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That would have been lovely o____o
The burly gym teacher folded her arms across her chest as she watched Miss Black press the button and extend the duster. "HUMPH," She sniffed. What was this girl trying to do? BORE HER TO DEATH? Hohohohoho!
It was then that the French Maid, Gods be praised...began to dance.
"Hooooooo~" The German gym teachers jaw positively dropped. Sweat beaded her forehead as she watched Delilah move like a silk scarf in a breeze. "OH...OH DEARZ..." She tugged at her collar as her left eye twitched...and she was either getting heat-rash or was blushing hardcore.
Maybe it was both
=O
Either way, the seductive dance was totally distracting to Miss Eisenkasten. So distracting that she didn't realize that she had begun to gently massage her own nipples through her sports bra. "MMM...DA, DA..." She repeated watching in rapture, as if she were witnessing a miracle among miracles.
Until she got ELECTROCUTED!!!
Miss Eisenkasten realized too late that it was a simple ruse. She was fast enough to catch the feather duster before it hit her square in the chest, but that hadn't stopped the electric charge.
"ZzzztzZzZzZZtZZZZzZZtZZzztZt-YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA -DEEP BREATH- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
When teh electrocution stopped, Miss Eisenkasten teetered on the spot for a moment, grinning like a fool. THAT had been a HELLUVA good time! Ahhhh the sweet sweet after glow..."MIZZ BLACK...ZAT VAS..." The gym teacher suddenly looked around, as if horrifed. Rage suddenly swept her features and she began roaring at full force once again. "UNNECCEPTABLE! JOO HEF DETENTION!" Breathing hard, she pointed a shaky finger at Matthew. "JOO. AMTRUM. JOO ARE NEEXT." |
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jun 28, 2008 18:28:08 GMT -8
Mathew could only grin when he saw what the cute girl in the maid outfit was doing. Partly because it was clever, mostly because he was enjoying the show. When he saw the gym teacher get shocked and cry out in pain he couldn't help but laugh at it. He was a guy that took pleasure in the pain of others and seeing her in pain was a very nice thing to see.
Sadly the teacher seemed to have heard him or something because he was called to be the next one to spar the very mannish woman. Well there was nothing to be done about it. He would just crack his neck before slowly walking over to the teacher. Slowly the gap would close between him and the teacher until they were about five feet apart. Then Mathew would suddenly rush at the teacher before diving on to the mat in a roll. His hands would press up against the mat propelling his body feet first at the chin of the teacher. Should the donkey kick land it would be like an upper cut with his feet.
Then as his body fell due to gravity Mathew would move his body and shift his weight to send his body spinning so that his legs would spin at the teacher's ankles in a sweeping kick. He was a big fan of break dancing and was using that now. The aim of the attack was to land a blow or make her dodge it to disorient her and maybe injure her before the sweep kick floored her giving him a starting advantage.
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Post by Helga Eisenkasten on Jul 26, 2008 12:27:43 GMT -8
Miss Eisenkasten would, put simply, be standing with her arms folded as a look of puzzlement crossed her face. What the hell was the boy doing? Dancing? Like at the club with the 'unce, unce, unce' and the sweaty hot bodies clamoring over eachother as they danced and injected the heroine and dry humped.
ENOUGH ABOUT HER PERSONAL LIFE.
The donkey kick Mathew sent at her chin connected with a crack, and Miss Eisenkasten's head jerked upwards. She tilted her head left and right as she rotated her jaw. "OH-HO-HO-HO. JOOR FOOT TEECKLE LIKE FEATHER DUSTER!" She crowed, a little too soon. The next moment, his feet had swept hers out from under her, and she toppled. With gravity's help, Miss Esienkasten actually threw herself down...face first...
And onto Mathew.
BODY SLAAAAAAAAM!!!
If Miss Esinkasten had pinned Mathew beneath her, she would have recovered, brought her knee up and into his groin, and pinned down his arms by his elbows. Hoooowever, if he had managed to evade her body slam, her right hand would dart out for his nearest appendage (or hair) and tug it back towards her to grasp him in a crushing bear hug.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 29, 2008 12:05:21 GMT -8
Mathew felt her body slam in to his pinning him down. A grunt of pain would escape his lips as she slammed her knee in to his groin. He was not used to pain anymore but he could deal, he was a tough guy and had taken way worse hits in his life. Besides what teenage boy hasn't been hit in the groin? As for the pinning of his arms, that was fine, he could fight still.
Mathew wouldn't even wait to recover from her attack. As soon as he felt his arms pinned he would shoot his head forward in an attempt to slam his head in to hers. The headbutt, in his opinion was an excellent, if underrated attack. He rarely saw people use it since it tended to hurt you as well. But in a situation like this he really didn't think that he had much choice.
Should the headbutt connect he would try and use the window he should have bought himself to try and lift himself up and push her off of him hoping that she would be dazed enough for him to get her off of him. If not, then he would try slamming his head in to hers again, ignoring the headache he was sure to be getting from this.
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