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Shona had already got herself a nice little earner from twelve girls, taking a percentage of their spending money and dinner money for protection. She had told each girl she had targeted that her mum knew their mum, and her dad knew their dad. People knew that her family were trouble makers and petty criminals….so this news had implications.

She had older brothers and sisters who were well experienced in protection money rackets from their time at school, and now practised it in the community, with shops and pubs.

Shona told the girls this, and said even if her mum or dad did not get them, her brothers and sisters would find a way…”so pay the money and your family is safe….we can make trouble where they work, or at their schools. Remember we can make life horrible for your parents, your brothers and sisters, and even your pet, or garden!!”

In other words, she was a bully, as Stephanie was to find out.

Shona had spotted the three musketeers as she called them. Friendly and happy, not good girls, but nice girls. Nobody had a bad word to say about Steph, and her two best friends, Charlotte and Samantha. She waited for an opportunity, and it came as they were in an extra after school class together, nothing serious, just catching up. They both needed help with maths, to keep up with the rest of the class. Miss Edwards had left them alone for five minutes, and it was then that Shona struck.

“You think you are right good don’t you? What with your friends and your posh house. Ha! You three walk around like some film crew is filming every move….’Look at us, we are reality t.v. Stars!’ Reality stars my tits! You are nothing! My Mum knows your mum you know. And my brothers know where you live, that lovely garden of your mum’s would look fab with ‘slag’ written across the lawn in bleach!” Said Shona in a threatening tone.

She reached forward and grabbed her hair, and pulled it, hard.

“Listen up posh bitch….we’ll make life hell for your family, and your two gay lovers, if you don’t give me £2 every day, and make my fingers smell nice!” Threatened the cruel bully.

Stephanie felt scared, she knew all about her nasty family. ‘Why me? What have I done?’ she thought, and then asked….”Make your fingers smell nice? What do you mean?”

“God! You stupid plonker….get over to that wall I’ll show you!”

Stephanie hoped for the sound of footsteps, but none came. She moved over to the wall as told.

“What I mean thicko! Is this….you pay me my money when I ask, and let me have a feel in your knickers.” She said laughing spitefully. And then pushed her hand up Stephanie’s skirt, slid into her knickers and fingered her pussy, which was not moist. It hurt.

“Owwwww, stop, stop, I’ll pay, I’ll pay…leave me and my mum alone!” Cried Stephanie.

“You’d better…or else!” Spat Shona.

They heard footsteps and sat down.

To be continued….