Amy Mah - A Bad Hair Day Everyday

A hand suddenly grabbed Abbey’s wrist and bent it back with such force that it forced Abbey to the ground.

“Don’t try moving, or your wrist will snap. Number six: You can block pain so that I could in fact break you wrist, and it would not slow you down until you needed to sign your name!”

Abbey stopped struggling. “Okay, okay! I give in! You win! Just stop the damn stupid commentary!”

“Number seven. You have forgotten the forfeit.”

With Abbey helpless on her knees, Jilly moved forward and kissed her.

Abbey was taken completely by surprise. For just a second, her body responded, and a thought entered her mind.

“RELAX . THIS IS NORMAL.”

Unnoticed by either girl, strands of soft blonde Hair were slowly penetrating Jilly’s skin. Shock then replaced the surprise, and with both mind and voice Abbey screamed.

“No! No, no, no! What the f*ck do you think you are doing! I’m not that way inclined!”

Jilly’s icy smile crossed her lips once more.

“Tut, tut! Mind your language. Number eight: Just a fraction too slow with the outrage. You like watching me change clothes, oh yes! And for someone not that way inclined, you are having a full and no doubt enjoyable sexual relationship with Zoe. Have I left anything out?”

“Just that I do not cheat on my girlfriend. Now let me up!”

Abbey tested the grip, and Jilly was right; any move to break away and the bones would snap.

“Number nine: I like your fighting skins; they are so thin and tactile.”

With that she moved a hand across Abbey’s breasts, and her smile widened as she watched Abbey’s nipples harden.

“As I said, really fight me - or pay the forfeit. Either way, I win!”

Abbey could feel Jilly’s hand on her thigh. The clothes were not real, and as her hand moved closer up to the obvious target, Abbey knew that she would be found out as soon as she tried to get fingers under her clothes.

“Okay, it looks like you win,” said Abbey.

Even with the wristlocks still painfully held in place, Abbey turned her head slightly and moved forward to touch lips. As soon as they made contact, she activated her body to full fighting mode and forced Jilly to let go or suffer a full hit in the face by stinging snake-like coils, which forced her back so fast that she almost fell over.

“Satisfied now?”

Abbey stood with her arms folded across her chest and with a hairstyle that could have won prizes in a best madwoman contest.

“They missed! But my Hair never misses a target!” She contemplated this revelation as her Hair now swayed from side to side, blown by a non-existent wind.

“Number 10: Oh, yes, yes, yes! Beyond my wildest hopes!”

Jilly’s breathless and excited voice uttered this praise, and she was almost panting with sexual excitement, which was not the sort of reaction Abbey was expecting.

Abbey then yelped in pain as a 6-inch dart sank into her left arm. Jilly had opened one of her thigh pouches and now held a handful of thin throwing darts. In a single movement, Abbey pulled out the dart.

“So much for Kevlar skin!”

She then blocked the pain and sent the dart like an arrow directly back at Jilly. The effect was only spoiled by the way Jilly caught it and casually added it to the others she already held.

“Number 11,” Jilly was opened-mouthed with astonishment. “No blood? Or can you just instantly repair your body as well! Oh by the celestial emperor, this is getting better and better!”

Abbey leapt upwards, and grabbing hold of the nearest bar of a climbing frame with a single hand, along with a good quantity of Hair, she managed to get out of the way of three more darts aimed directly at her in quick succession. They stuck harmlessly in the wall. With a somersault, Abbey sailed through the air, landing firmly on her feet only to face three more darts that looked very keen to meet her.

“Sh*t! I have never practiced against projectiles!” she thought.

But she was not on her own, as each of the darts was knocked off target by groups of fast moving golden strands - as was the following batch of three.

Jilly fell to the floor.

“And Number 12! Just shut up!” a voice from behind called out.

It was Zoe, standing behind her with the quarterstaff she had just hit her around the head with. Zoe was soaking wet and was wearing a very damp-looking pink T-shirt with a large teddy bear on the front and damp pajama bottoms, again pink but with lots of small bears all over. Both clung to her wet body so that it was obvious that they were all that she was wearing.

“Capillus said you were in trouble and to come at once.”

Zoe looked down at what she was wearing and added, “Well, I did say I was going to take a bath and have an early night.”

Jilly slowly got to her knees, looking very dazed and holding her head with both hands.

A man had followed Zoe into the room and looked ready to make a run for the door as soon as he got the chance, but his opportunity was ruined when Zoe pointed him out and said, “I hope one of you has some money to pay for my taxi!”

The man gave a nervous smile.

“And for God’s sake, let him in on the secret! This is all perfectly okay! We are practicing stunt-fighting for the next tournament.”

Abbey quickly brushed her Hair down and pulled a few dollars from a wallet she took from her carry-all. She smiled as sweetly as only a very guilty teenage girl can. As she passed him the money, she asked in an excited voice, “As an outsider, did it look real? We have all been training for months, you know.”

Jilly, who was still holding her head, looked towards the taxi-driver and added,

“Of course, we’re still trying to decide what to wear. Zoe over there wants us to all wear pajamas, but I still say that mini-skirts with tight crop tops would look better. Um, what do you think?”

The taxi driver muttered that they both sounded great and hurriedly made his exit. As he got back into his taxi, he thought about the difference between girls fighting in pajamas or hanging upside down from climbing frames wearing short skirts and tight white panties. True, they hadn’t mentioned the white panties his imagination had added for him. He knew he was getting old; who cared about the special effects?

They must have been good, as he hadn’t noticed them. They hadn’t done that sort of thing when he was in high school. “Oh, God! Now I sound like my father!” he thought, and quickly drove off.

Back in the hall, Abbey relaxed a little, as Jilly did not look in any fit state to carry on, and the momentum of battle had now passed.

Zoe was the first to speak.

“Okay, who’s going to tell what’s going on? And bear in mind that I have just traveled across town wearing nothing but some wet pajamas - so it had better be good!”

“I think we may have gotten a little carried away during tonight’s training session.”

Jilly was on her knees with blood still gushing from her head wound and swaying slightly.

Zoe looked more closely at her.

“You are losing too much blood. Now sit down before…”

Jilly fell to the floor.

“…you fall down! Not that anyone ever takes my advice!”

Both girls rushed over to where Jilly lay in a growing pool of blood. Zoe slapped her across the face to bring her around.

“Okay. Let’s fix you up, but expect it to hurt!”

Abbey stood back, amazed at the way Zoe was taking control. She leaned over to let two blonde locks of Hair start repairing the wound by using Jilly’s own Hair as a thread, so that in seconds the wound was stitched together and the bleeding stopped.

“That was fun! something live to practice on.”

Zoet

hen looked down at her pajamas.