Nadja twisted and strained against the two young men who were locked onto her arms and dragging her deeper into the bush. She fought
like a wildcat, snarling, scratching and biting, but they were too strong for her. The struggling group reached a small clearing that was
obscured from the highway and probably far enough away that her screams would not be heard over the rumbling cars and trucks. They held her
there and Nadja took advantage of the lull to get her breath back and rebuild her strength. She was not finished fighting yet.
Nor was she surprised when Blue Jay sauntered up with two more of his gang. As he looked at Nadja with a broad grin of satisfaction,
he adjusted the growing bulge in his Dockers. “Well, well, look who’s here! Nadja Billings, the Snow Queen herself.” He stroked her
waist-long black hair. “It was nice of you to come to our little get together, Bitch. Our get to know each other better,” he amended with a
smirk, making his intentions clear. He reached out and squeezed her left breast under her thin white cotton blouse. “It’s time to uncover
these goodies. Do you want to do it yourself, or should we help you, Slut?”
Nadja laughed in his face. “Is that why you brought your army with you, Creep? You’re not man enough to do the job yourself, are you?”
she taunted and watched the colour change on his face to crimson. She was referring to an incident about a year ago when she scored a hit on
his nose that sent him on his back. She always wondered if that had just been a lucky hit. Well, she was going to find out now. This was a
showdown that had been brewing between them for months. Up to now she had managed to dodge him, but now there was no way to back out.
“I’ll tell you what, Creep,” she said. “If you can put me down on my back, I’ll let you and your goons fuck me all you want. But if I
put you down, you’ll tuck your tail between your legs and crawl home. Is that fair?” She was scared to death, but she didn’t feel she was
giving anything away. If they all ganged up on her, which was plainly their intention, she would be fucked all night anyway, and more than
likely with sundry damage.
Blue Jay’s gang liked the idea of a contest. What they really liked was Nadja submissively spreading her legs for them. Every boy in
the neighbourhood had the hots for Nadja.
There was no way for Blue Jay to wiggle out of the challenge. He grinned confidently. “Okay Bitch, you want to fight man to man,
“Then strip to the waist,” he growled, taking off his shirt and tossing it aside. He fixed her with a challenging grin. The boys, who
had formed a circle around the contestants, clapped and cheered, and waited for Nadja to strip.
She admitted to herself that he had scored on her. It would be a humiliation for her to let them see her breasts naked, but on the
other hand if events did not go well they would be looking at all of her naked. She gritted her teeth and pulled off her blouse and bra.
This was greeted with a chorus of pleasure from the boys. It was embarrassing to have these louts gawking at her, but what else could she
do? She felt the cool evening air creeping around her naked flesh.
“What a pair!” Blue Jay gawked, grinning his appreciation. He reached out to fondle her but she slapped his hand away.
“If you want a feel, you have to earn it,” she snarled.
“Okay, Bitch.” He sounded confident as he angled around her. Suddenly, before she had really started, his fist snaked out and caught
her directly on her left breast with a loud whap. She saw him watching her breast judder and bounce. The blow had really hurt. Even her legs
echoed the pain and seemed to lose some of their elasticity. Blue Jay knew he had hurt her and danced away, grinning, fists feinting another
In size they were closely enough matched. He was a shade over six feet and she was half a dozen inches shorter than six feet, but at
190 pounds he far overshadowed her 120. She knew if she tried to box him she didn’t have a hope. Her card was jujitsu, a defensive form of
Japanese wrestling which used the opponent’s superior size and weight against him.
Meanwhile Jay went on shuffling and dodging around her while she waited for the right moment. She had parried all but one of his
thrusts up to now and even scored a few hits of her own using the edge of her hand. His nose was bleeding and one eye squinted at her
painfully. He kept glaring at her breasts and she expected that was where he would strike again.
Suddenly his right fist shot out with all his force directly for her other breast. It was so fast she didn’t actually see it, just
sensed it subconsciously barrelling towards her. She reached out with her left hand to parry the thrust and found her fingers wrapped around
his forearm. She immediately took advantage of his position. Using his momentum she jerked his arm past her and pushed it away. It left him
standing on one leg, off balance, and for a split second helpless. She stepped in front of him and locked a hand on his arm to twist him
around with her back turned to him. She wrapped her right arm around his waist, gathered his forward momentum to roll him onwards onto her
back as she leaned down, his legs rose into the air and kicked uselessly, then she shrugged him off her back. He thumped onto the ground
where he landed with a crash on his side and lay winded. She held him down with her foot on his neck.
“Are you down, boy?” she inquired, wanting him to admit his defeat.
“Okay,” he muttered. His gang members moaned disappointment as he climbed to his feet. He glared at her, then turned and stalked away.
Nadja grinned happily as she buttoned up her blouse and threaded her way out of the bush. She had been lucky again, and she felt Jay
had been sufficiently humiliated that he would not be back anytime soon.
A couple of years earlier they had been casual friends. Jay had a couple of guys who hung out with him. They graduated from high
school the same year. That was when he turned to crime. It started with selling crack, then loan sharking, a crime that local cops ignored.
His boys were not reticent about resorting to violence, so Jay and his little gang gradually became feared. Jay grew more and more confident
that he could do whatever he wanted in the South East Portland neighbourhood. When a girl named Megan Hill got too far into debt to him by
missing payments on the weekly interest, he forced her to prostitute herself to pay back her loans. Nadja was certain that Blue Jay was
paying certain cops to look the other way. It was rumoured that two other girls were paying off their debts in a nearby city.
Nadja was a practical girl. She could accept young females from Eastern Europe working the streets—hookers kept a lot of heat off
neighbourhood girls--but she was outraged when she heard that one of them was a local. She and three of her girlfriends, idly swinging
baseball bats, visited Jay and talked to him about Megan. When they promised to pay off her debt, he reluctantly relented and allowed Megan
to leave. He also agreed, after a lot of heated argument, not to use local girls in his business. The episode had been a humiliation for
Blue Jay and had raised Nadja’s standing in the neighbourhood to guardian angel. From that day Jay had nursed a grudge against Nadja but he
had avoided another confrontation with her.
Megan, on the other hand, was so grateful that she followed her benefactress everywhere, eager to serve her in any way. Megan was not
a bright girl and she was grateful to have someone to follow, to make decisions for her. She was a hot blond who unwittingly attracted boys
to her like flies to honey. The guys saw her vulnerable submissiveness. Two other girls joined Nadja and Megan and they all set up
housekeeping in Nadja’s four-bedroom house that she inherited from her parents. It had a view of the Willamette River through the port
cranes. Nadja had a fairly good job as a Six-to-Twelve Shop manager. Bunny Logan was a clerk in a porn store and Allisia Stevens was a
waitress in a neighbourhood bar and grille where the waitresses worked topless. Megan did the housework. By combining their wages and tips,
they lived quite well. They were four gorgeous girls whose main problem was keeping all but select boys out of their beds.
That evening, as usual on Thursdays, they had supper together, just the four friends--there were no guests on Thursdays. Nadja told
them about her adventure with Blue Jay and warned everybody to be watchful for repercussions, although she didn’t really expect trouble.
They watched the 11 p.m. news and all went to their separate beds.