Until she had wiped out her older brother in front of the whole school [BOBP#1], everyone at school who knew her thought that Jackie Priest was a quiet pretty girl who excelled at gymnastics. Now boys looked at her in fear remembering what her strong body had done to Bobby. Girls thought she was some kind of abnormally strong freak and a sicko for creaming her brother. All that is except for Mary Slater and Ling Chan.

Mary was Jackie’s best friend. Her slender 6’0” frame with the hourglass figure, long brown hair, sultry looks, long legs and rapidly maturing breasts drew admiring glances from males of all ages at school. Even 16 and 17 year olds tried to chat her up. She came from a rigidly Catholic family who wouldn’t approve of their pre-teenage daughter going on dates. However, she had “enslaved” a few of the best looking senior boys in the quiet corners at the back of the school grounds.

Ling was a year younger than Jackie and Mary. A petite 4’8” oriental with short black hair. She was the one who taught Mary who in turn had taught Jackie how to “enslave” boys.

Jackie had found that she enjoyed dominating her older brother and it awakened feelings she never knew she could have. There was a new Romanian gym instructor who had offered tuition for the more advanced gymnasts in her gym club. Jackie qualified and was thrilled to find herself growing stronger under the intensive weight training regime. She spent more and more time in the gym after school working out or doing her gymnastics training.

Although Ling was also in her gymnastics club, she didn’t qualify for the special tuition nor did she seem interested when Jackie invited her to weight train with her. “Girls don’t need muscles to train boys” she told her for the nth time as the three girls walked around the back of the school building one lunch time. “Quite right, one only needs dangerous curves like mine” Mary said running her hands over her lanky body emphasising her remarkable figure. “Oh but it feels so good to crush a boy helpless between your thighs” Jackie replied. Ling stopped and lifted up her right leg high. “My legs pretty strong not visible muscle like yours but pretty strong” she said as she turned it from side to side. Jackie could see the firmness of the thighs and a hint of muscularity developed from years of martial arts. Ling lowered her leg, turned her back towards Jackie and raised herself upon tip-toe. Her calves exploded into large diamonds of muscle barely contained by her short white socks “not bad for little Chinese girl eh?” she said.

Just then Justin Smith walked around the corner. All the girls fancied him, he was handsome and well-built, but he was 17 and didn’t look twice at them. Except for Mary that was. He gave an admiring glance at Mary who stuck out her chest to make it look larger than normal. “Hi there” he said giving her a wink. “What did you call me?” Ling suddenly said. “Nothing” he replied surprised. “Called me a little slantie-eyed yellow git did you?” she continued. “No, no of course not” he said.

Suddenly Ling’s petite frame exploded in a fury of action. Her pleated skirt flew up as she jumped up, her legs smashing her foot into the middle of his face. She whirled around, skirt flying high, burying her foot into the depths of his gut. He didn’t have time to fold over because Ling’s leg rose in a blur kicking him in the throat. Another lightning fast kick slammed into the side of his head, rattling his brain and he started to fall to the left. Another kick rocketed the left side of his head sending him to the right to meet the ground. Ling jumped onto his chest delivering a series of open handed chops to his neck. His yells of pain were smothered when she slid forward covering his face with her crotch. “You see big white boy scared of little Chinese girl” Ling taunted “be quiet or I suffocate you”.

Justin’s cries stopped and Ling slid back onto his chest. “Will you obey me?” Ling demanded. “Get off me or I’ll report you” he said. Ling’s hands were a blur as she hit sensitive pressure points inflicting pain all over his upper body. “Please please stop” he begged, tears in his eyes. Ling turned around and sat on his chest, undoing his trousers she proceeded to give Jackie and Mary instruction in more advanced techniques for enslaving a boy with her tongue. Jackie and Mary were amazed, Ling seemed to keep him hard for ages, working him with the minimum of effort yet denying him release although he begged and pleaded for it. Finally the bell signalling the end of the lunch break sounded. Ling got off Justin and released her grip. “Nghhh Nghhh Nrghhh” he shot his pent-up load, his body jerking on the ground. Fully spent, he lay back on the ground for a few moments. “Get to your feet slave or I kick face to back of head” Ling demanded standing over him with her hands on her hips. The boy scrabbled to his feet, pulling his trousers up. “Look at your mistress slave” Ling demanded. The boy looked at her, quivering in fear. The petite oriental opened her mouth slightly and ran the tip of her tongue around her lips. Justin’s manhood sprang immediately to attention. “Oh what a big boy!” Mary exclaimed. “You are mine now” she told him then nailed him with a lightning fast kick to the groin. Ling turned and headed with Jackie and Mary to the nearest entrance to get to their next classes leaving Justin rolling around on the ground in agony.

Jackie dreaded the next lesson. Geography with Mr. Jefferson. It wasn’t that she wasn’t any good at it, but for some strange reason Jefferson, or “Hitler” as the kids called him behind his back, kept on picking on her. She couldn’t understand it, she tried hard but he always singled her out for a verbal lashing calling her a “dumb blonde” and he would go ballistic whenever he handed her homework back “what do you call this?, how dare you insult my intelligence!. Don’t look like that at me you stupid dumb blonde. This is crap, what is it Priest?. Come on I haven’t got all day. What is this Priest?. Crap! why don’t you answer me?, are you thick or something - C R A P crap!”. He would then fling her homework book down marked “E” with big red letters. She would nearly be in tears but she refused to give the bastard the satisfaction. She couldn’t understand it, her work was as good as anyone else’s but she always got an “E”.

Mike Jefferson watched passively as the form entered the classroom and took their seats. He noticed Jackie Priest enter and observed as the 5’1” pretty blonde walked to her desk. Something about her stirred his attention, maybe it was her tight athletic body, broad shoulders tapered slightly to her waist and out to her curving hips. Or maybe it was those long shapely legs barely hidden by the short grey pleated skirt she wore. Every step caused her calves to bulge into solid diamonds of muscle stretching her short white socks, something Jefferson found disturbingly sexy.

As she sits down he looks at her pretty face. She reminds him of the beautiful women he has met in his forty five year life, all stuck-up bitches every last one of them. They stick their noses up at him as if to say “I’m so beautiful, I don’t associate with ordinary looking people like you”. He knows he shouldn’t really take it out on the girl but he does.

Suddenly he sees her eating crisps. “Priest!” he yells as he descends upon her “You insubordinate upstart bitch!”. He grabs her by the collar and hauls her to her feet knocking over her chair and moving the desk in the process. “You do not eat in class!” he shouts at her as he shakes her about. The crisp lodges awkwardly in her throat causing Jackie to choke, but he doesn’t seem to notice her turning pale. She starts coughing and drops the bag on the floor spilling its contents. “Bloody stupid bitch!, pick that up” he demands releasing her collar.

Jackie is p’d off now, suddenly she remembers the effect she had on her brother and his mates. Instead of bending at the knees, she stands slightly astride with her back fully towards him and bends at the waist. Her short pleated skirt rises up high at the back revealing her buttocks barely covered by skimpy white knickers. “Bend at the knees girl” Jefferson mutters admiring the back of her well toned legs. He stares at the large muscled calves jutting out of her short school socks, the large well toned muscles of her hamstrings and her tight round glutes displayed in front of him as she bends. He had never imagined that the back of a woman’s legs could be so sexy and that backside, oh my word, so round and tight, incredibly erotic. He feels himself getting stiffer. “Er sir you’ve got a big one! hee hee hee”. This brings him out of his trance to the sniggers circulating the classroom.