(Wait, why am I even thinking about these options? This is ridiculous, that hippo was the one standing in my way, her fat ass caused me to fall down. And €200,- for that ugly dress? Screw this!)
"Hey, how about another idea, lady. How about... we don't do any of this and you can explain to me how you could've possibly paid that much money for something that looks like my grandma's curtains? I ain't paying jack shit and you can apologize to ME for knocking ME down with that colossal dump of yours!" Jackie shouted, standing straight with a fierce look in her eyes, fists clenched. The woman stood frozen for a moment, somewhat surprised by the temper on this young woman. But that surprise was quickly replaced with furious anger. How dare this scrawny little runt talk to her like that?
"You... you little shit! I'll knock you down for real this time!" the woman yelled. Her meaty hand turned into a fist and she slammed it downwards into Jackie's small gut. Jackie was immediately pounded into the curb again, but before she could get up, the much bigger woman jumped into the air and her two large feet landed right on top op Jackie's perky chest. The woman hopped up and down a few times, each jump smashing Jackie more into the pavement. After a few repeats, she took a larger leap and lifted her flabby legs. Jackie could only briefly see that she wasn't wearing anything underneath her dress and prepared for the worst.
THUD!
The woman's butt landed right on Jackie's chest, and the fat spread out all over the street, completely flattening Jackie underneath it. The woman jiggled a bit, then crawled up to admire her handiwork.
She apparently created a small crater with that last smash. And in the middle was poor Jackie, sprawled out and viciously panting for air, a crumpled hot mess. Makeup ran down her face, her lime green top was dirtied, wrinkled and ripped to shreds, and her own sweat was now mixed up with the woman's ass sweat. Jackie tried to speak, but could only produce a whimper. The big woman grabbed Jackie by her messed up mop of thick brown hair and lifted her closer to her face. "What's that, you little weasel? Nothing clever left to say?" she spat out. Once again, only a small whimper could leave Jackie's mouth.
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