Kate Moss Teaches Naomi Campbell A Lesson – Part One
Kate Moss stood in the center of the gymnasium floor. The parallel bars were to her left, the uneven bars behind, the gymnastic horse to her right. She stood on a large red mat wearing black boxing shorts and a lose fitting sleeveless shirt. At the end of each arm, on each hand, Kate wore large black leather boxing gloves. To her left stood Stephanie.
�I need a cigarette,� said Kate.
Stephanie pulls out a pack of Merit Ultra Lights from the canvas bag on the floor, together with a Bic lighter. She takes a cigarette out and offers it to Kate.
�How am I going to smoke with these gloves on. Put it in my mouth and light it,� said Kate somewhat derisively.
�Oh, yes,� said Stephanie as she placed the cigarette in the corner of Kate�s mouth and lit it, whereupon Kate took a very deep breath, emitting the smoke out of the other corner of her mouth. She took another breath, and then another, sucking the cigarette down to almost its halfway point.
The gym was large, and there were a few curious employees of Cambridge University�s Athletic Department standing back near the bleachers. A door opens and slams shut. In walks Naomi Campbell, alone, wearing blue boxing shorts and a tight red sleeveless shirt. She was barefoot, like Kate. Kate had the cigarette still in her mouth and Naomi walked up to her, face to face, on the mat. Naomi was holding a set of big red leather boxing gloves, which she proceeded to put on.
�You look stupid with that cigarette in your mouth,� said Naomi.
Kate glances to Stephanie, who removes the cigarette. �Save it,� said Kate. She looks back at Naomi. �Hey, I didn�t know they made boxing gloves in a color. I like the red,� said Kate as she admired the gloves.
�We are not here for fashion chat. We are here to toughen you up,� said Naomi.
�Well, I am rehabilitating. So that is why I am curious about this program you have,� said Kate.
�I didn�t say it was a program. Did I say it was a program? This is just my way. I have my way of helping out frail desperate little nothings like you who get trashed by their lovers and who are in a downward spiral of self-destruction,� said Naomi.
�OK,� said Kate.
�It�s about getting hit, like this,� said Naomi as she gently reached out her right arm and pecked Kate on the cheek. Kate�s head snapped back, more so than Naomi thought it would.
�You got any muscles in your neck, girl?� said Naomi.
�You OK�, said Stephanie to Kate.
�She�s fine. You�re fine, aren�t you?� asked Naomi.
Kate stroked her cheek with her left boxing gloves. �Am I supposed to hit back,� asked Kate.
�Thattagirl, you said it. Try,� said Naomi.
Kate takes an anemic swing, missing Naomi’s face by several inches. Naomi responds with a hard swift left to Kate�s right cheek sending Kate flying into the air flat on her back, lying on the red mat. Kate Moss�s eyes rolled back into her head, and her skull shook with tremors. Her skinny arms were outstretched, tipped with her black leather boxing gloves, and her barefoot legs were twisted and tangled as only bones can do. She was unconscious, and Stephanie shreaked with horror as she watched Kate’s bony legs start to shake.
To Be Continued.
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