The holidays were supposed to be about buying gifts and having a good time. The problem was that the nerds at her college that Sandra typically bullied had managed to hide from her for the last week.
And so her revenue stream from taking allowances and lunch money (just half of their lunch money, she wasn't a total monster) had dried up like the snow on the ground.
Broke and it's a green Christmas, it can't get much worse, Sandra thought. She kicked the slushy ground as she walked to the park.
She was walking for maybe a minute when she saw a nerd she picked on from time to time. Her name was Casey or something and she came complete with glasses kept together with tape, and pants hiked up past her belly button, bending over by a trash can.
Her butt was facing Sandra. Sandra, a cheerleader and experienced bully, had a lot of ways of picking on the geeks and losers. But wedgies were always her favourite for the way the nerds reacted and how she only had to give the smallest pulls before her targets were reduced to sobbing and blubbering ATMs.
Sometimes it was grody tugging on the underwear of a loser, but Sandra had always been raised with the belief that you had to work for your money. So she sucked up her reluctance and got hold of their gitch and gave a few giant pulls.
This time would be no different. Maybe this nerd would have a few bucks.
Sandra rubbed her hands together. That's when she spotted a second nerd who was facing away but starting to turn towards her. If she spotted her the two of them might run, and she wasn't in the mood to run. Even if the holiday season was all about giving, she didn't need to give a wedgie that bad.
So she leapt forward and before the nerd could stand up Sandra sunk her practiced hands into the nerd's dark pants. She felt the familiar sensation of old and stretchy cotton before she yanked up hard enough to shock the nerd into what Sandra had started to call "wedgie shock."
The nerd was paralyzed and trapped in the moments before her mind caught up with the pain and reacted with squeals and squeaks and other noises to display her hurt.
During the wedgie shock, Casey Somethingorother was feeling a mess of emotions. Humiliation and embarrassment over her underwear--a pair of pink Hello Kitty panties that had definitely been stretched before based on how easily they slid up this nerd's butt--and maybe even a bit of pleasure. Because it was underwear rubbing against you, and if Sandra pulled just right, she could even make the wedgie feel a little good.
"Aiieee!' Maybe Casey whined. "Not another wedgie! I already got my daily wedgie!"
"Yeah, but not your hourly wedgie," Sandra said. She chuckled, lowered her arms, bent her knees and jumped into the next pull, lifting the small nerd off her feet and stretching her panties until a few holes appeared over Hello Kitty's white eyes.
"Cassia!" The other nerd who had been standing nearby watched with wide eyes that didn't know if they wanted to watch the climbing underwear, her struggling friend, or the blonde bombshell of a bully who looked way more athletic than she was even in her dreams.
Sandra gave Cassia's (Casey is better, Sandra thought) underwear another tug.
"What's up nerd?" Sandra said, looking straight at the second nerd. "You want some of this?"
"No mam!" The nerd, who was probably also Sandra's age, said. She hung her head and sighed.
"Nerds," Sandra muttered. She gave Casey/Cassia's underwear another hard tug, and kept the nerd on the tips of her toes, while her taut panties creaked. "Hey loser. How much money do you have?"
"I'm broke!" The nerd whined. "I've been spending my money on new undies. And the video game The Callisto Pro--"
Sandra yanked the underwear hard enough to cut the loser off.
"Nerd, if I wanted to know your life story I'd give you a journalist wedgie." Sandra pulled harder on the underwear and dangled the nerd above the ground until her biceps started to feel the burn. It wasn't as intense as the burn the nerd would be feeling in her crack, but it was enough to know this nerd would have given her money if she had any.
Sandra released the underwear and it drifted back to the top of the nerd's hiked up pants. Casey pushed her glasses up her nose, which had come askew amid the panty-pulling. And with her nasally voice, she gave a sigh of relief.
"You better run, nerds," Sandra said. "And don't pick that wedgie. Unless you want to be hanging on one of these trees."
The nerds jumped and started running as quickly as they could. Sandra followed behind them and after a few seconds she could hear their voices, fading but still clear.
"Wow, that was a rough wedgie! She totally ruined your undies."
"I know! But you know what, I'm so strapped for holiday shopping that I almost told her I'd let her wedgie me for money."
"Too bad she can just wedgie you for free."
"Yeah," the nerd said with a pout. She slouched and dragged her feet as she followed her friend.
"Pay for wedgies..." Sandra muttered. She rubbed her head with a finger. Her blonde hair fluttered in the breeze. "I don't think I can get people to pay me to wedgie them. At least, not in time for the boxing day sales."