Ultimately Carl did have some pride. He refused to just do someone else's work regardless of hot they were.
"Sorry but no, I don't mind helping you study. I don't mind working with you on the project but I won't just do it for you."
Sarah pouted. "Oh come on Carl, you have no idea how busy I am. Pretty please, for me?"
Laura rolled her eyes, "I can't believe you are asking him that way, let me handle this."
Laura strolled up right in front of Carl and then suddenly rammed her knee into Carl's testicles. Carl let out a high pitched yelp of pain and collapsed to the ground at Laura's sneakers. Laura then kicked Carl in the face. Sarah was shocked and said, "What are you doing Laura?"
Laura smiled a cruel smile at her friend. "This guy is a loner, loser dweeb. His place in life is serving his betters. When these types of cretins step out of line its my distinct pleasure in putting them in their place."
Carl tried to crawl away but that powerful knee had taken all of his strength away. Laura easily grabbed his shirt and pulled him back. Carl didn't weigh much and he was quite short so Laura even being an average sized woman out massed him. Laura pulled him back and looked over to Sarah, "Come on you know you want to stomp this little freak."
Sarah shrugged her shoulders and then her angelic face split into a wide grin. She enjoyed having power over others. She had this power mostly because of her looks. The idea of actually using her body to hit and hurt someone was very... arousing. Laura had twisted Carl up onto his knees and held his arms with her hands. Sarah lashed out with her own sneaker and kick Carl right in the face!
Carl was spun around and Laura dropped him to the ground again. Then both girls started a barrage of kicks and stomps on the little nerd. He curled into a ball to try to keep his head safe. The girl's stomped hard on his shoulder, his back, they kicked him in the leg, the chest. Laura pinned down one arm so Sarah could get a good shot at the back of Carl's head.
In a matter of minutes the barely conscious Carl lay their feet utterly defeated. The two girls were breathing hard and both were smiling. Laura looked down at the battered victim at her feet and said, "Have you learned your lesson bitch?"
Carl nodded his head and croaked out, "Y-Yes... I'll do what you want, j-just don't hurt me."
Sarah clapped her hands, "Sweet! I don't have to learn all of this math shit now!"
Laura responded, "Yup and if he tried to tell anyone what happened who would believe him? That two star cheerleaders ambushed him? Who would believe such a story." The two girls had another laugh at that.
Laura looked down and a thought came to her mind. "You know, we can make him do a lot more then just do your homework. Have you ever made a guy worship your feet?"
Sarah had a confused look on her face, "I've had my boyfriends give me foot rubs but what do you mean by worship?"
"Oh its where they lick, suck, kiss and pamper your feet. In high school I used to have this one loser who I made rub my feet every day. But I also made him lick the sweat from them, give me pedicures and all sorts of stuff."
Sarah wasn't convinced this would be great but decided she would give it a try too.
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