Life Both Sucks and Blows
By H13
Tracy sighed as she turned into the driveway leading up to the house in the hills outside of LA. Her battered old Saab protested at the incline, and she goosed the gas as the engine revved more than she would normally have expected.
“Dammit, the last thing I need right now is for the car to start running like shit. Dear Lord, there has GOT to be an easier way? Right?”
She frowned and bit down on the urge to suddenly just scream out in frustration. She wished she had a xanax, but she settled for a deep breath. A panic attack right now would be a really BAD idea.
It hadn’t always been this way.
Two years ago she had been a hot and up and coming actress. She had roles, she had offers.
She had prospects. Maybe not Academy Awards, but she could have made a decent and respectable living.
Then it had all come crashing down on her head thanks to Maria Dominguez.
“No…that’s half true. I have myself to blame just as much.”
It had been a hard lesson for the 23 year old brunette. She had taken things WAY too seriously on some stupid “…Of Love” show on a major cable network. And, fueled by her own youthful stupidity, her own competitive nature, and lots and lots of alcohol and cocaine, she had gone out of her way to pick a fight with one of her co-stars.
Maria Dominguez, of course.
She hadn’t started it and Tracy knew wasn’t 100% her fault. Maria had hated her from the get go and there was nothing that could have been done about that. But Tracy had agreed to settle things with the hot blooded Latina spitfire on their own terms one day.
And that was the day her life as she knew it ended.
Maria had beaten the shit out of her, and left her tied up, naked, sobbing, and bloody on the dirty carpet of a storage room on the set of “Shaft of Love”.
That was bad.
Then the security tape was leaked and the entire internet watched her get beaten up, violated, and humiliated by her rival.
That was worse.
And then there were her ill chosen words from that day. Said in the heat of anger and stupid hate and directed at Maria.
That was WAY worse.
There may have been a place for her to find some legitimate work in L.A. even if she had been known as the “girl who got her ass kicked on camera by Maria Dominguez”.
But nobody had wanted to hire “The racist, asshole, bitch that deserved to get her ass kicked by Maria Dominguez.”
Her enemy had gotten interviews, was on a thousand memes, she posed for Maxim.
Tracy had been ostracized and made unemployable, disposed of by her agent with a phone message, named in every poll out there for “most hated woman” or “most disliked female celebrity” for a bit, and she couldn’t show her face at anyplace in L.A. without being humiliated verbally and, most times, having some bitch wanting to kick the shit out of her too.
Oh, the crazy far right wing xenophobes and Nazi skinhead types who still managed ways to track down her cell phone and email and leave disgusting messages for her liked her well enough, but they were not the people Tracy wanted to have anything to do with.
Tracy thusly went into hiding as far as she could.
The whole thing was terrible to her.
“Was that really me saying those things? Seriously? I can’t believe I let her, of all people in my life somebody so inconsequential, get under my skin to where I’d lose it all and have people I never have met calling me Hitler and trying to beat me up.
That couldn’t have been me.
I mean, I kinda hate everybody, but that includes fucking white people too, and really, who doesn’t? People kinda suck in general, right?"
So she had quit drinking and doing drugs, and had worked REALLY hard on her anger issues.
But she still couldn’t find work. When you get a reputation like that, it wasn’t anything that could be easily fixed.
What else was she to do though? Go back to fucking Iowa?
No way, Jose.
Besides, she was sure everybody there knew anyway. Not that it mattered, she had intensely disliked the town she had grown up in, and her parents were batshit religious types who hadn’t been shy about laying the hands to her and her little brother when they were kids. She had frankly been happy she had gotten the boot from Shaft Of Love before she had to explain them to the producers.
So she scraped by with whatever she could get, usually keeping whatever role or menial job she had been lucky enough to get with her still stunning good looks, until they inevitably discovered who and what she was, at which point she would be quietly fired.
She had given up on finding a decent man. The few relationships she had gotten into over the past couple years had been full of savage abuse, her own desperation for positive attention and self respect leading her to once again make tragic errors in judgment. The good guys she had tried to talk to just thought she was hateful, scum, poison and never gave her a chance.
So she hung out with her cat and read a lot. A far difference from the drunken, coked out, party girl that she had been before her life went down the toilet.
She was still beautiful. Or “hot” as the case might be. Her body was still magnificent, legs long and toned, tummy flat and smooth, breasts large and full. Her face was unlined and openly pleasant when she allowed it to be, and, even guarded, her blue eyes could pierce one’s very soul, set off by her dark eyebrows giving her a Denise Richards/Carmen Electra look when combined with her brown into dark blonde hair.
“It’s such a waste. I should be doing so much more…but I’m so stupid, or rather I WAS so stupid. What I’d ever give for a second chance…”
But beautiful women were a dime a dozen in L.A., and they all came with FAR less baggage.
And she still had to pay the bills.
She wasn’t the first fallen angel in Hollywood to hear the call from the other side of the tracks.
Tracy had cried the first morning she set off to work as an adult actress. Sat in the front seat of her poor little aging Saab and wept. She couldn’t believe it had gone this far. Even on the set of a porno film, working under the name “Morgan DeLish”, she had been recognized and had gotten some dirty looks, but she had been as nice as she could, and nobody had thrown her off the set or taken her to a back room to fight it out. She did her thing, put what they wanted her to where they wanted it put, acted like she enjoyed it, and took it to her face like a champ at the end.
She had cried that night too, but the paycheck kept the dogs away from her door for another month.
Five more times in the last two months she had done the same thing.
But what was her self-respect when fifteen million people had already laughed and watched her get beaten up, have her pussy balded and scratched till it bled and then seen her tied up with her own socks and left a sobbing mess on a dirty carpet?
At least now she could pay her rent. And so far she still got some dirty looks, but still everybody had let her be. Heck, she even thought she could make friends with some of these people if she let her guard down. She even thought the last guy she had been with for “Goo Gobblers VIII” had actually spoken to her like she was a human being and played their scene like he actually cared.
Tracy couldn’t believe she was reduced to a “That stripper really likes me!” scenario.
She yearned to just stand up in the middle of a room and scream “That isn’t me anymore! I don’t know if it ever was! I’m so sorry! You have no idea how much I hated that bitch! Please, just forgive me!”
Not that that was ever going to happen. Tracy knew the best thing she could ever do is just hope people forgot the unforgettable, let her live her life under the radar, and allowed her to put the shattered remains back together.
Not that it was ever going to happen…
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They had told her this was going to be “Afterschool Special VI” and to bring her schoolgirl outfit. Not an uncommon theme in this business, and she still looked young enough to play the part. She had invested in a few uniforms from her local costume shop so she could be prepared, schoolgirl, nurse, the like, as well as some new lingerie.
If nothing else, doing this had made her at least dress like she felt sexy again, even when inside she didn’t. But perhaps, if she couldn’t feel love, at least she could inspire lust, and as a former reality TV star, Tracy was well aware of the difference between love and lust.
She parked the Saab at the top of the long, curving driveway. It had protested all the way up the steep hill and she was relieved to have made it. There were several other cars already parked in front of the large house she assumed had been rented for the week/days to film this masterpiece.
Tracy grabbed her uniform off the hook, put her purse in the trunk, and locked the car. She carried a small bag in with her keys and her cell phone. She knew some of the types on these sets had sticky fingers and it was best not to carry too much on her. Her tight jeans whispered as she walked up the drive to the front door and knocked.
“Ok sweetie, put on that game face. Pretend it’s all good and life is just a bundle full of joy.”
She brightened as the door was opened by a young man who she assumed was some production assistant. She could see his eyes light up as he opened the door and she hoped it was because of her looks rather than something he knew about her.
“How sad, everybody I meet, I always have to wonder…”
“Hi…wow….good afternoon!” he stammered.
“Hi! I’m Morgan and I’m here…”
“Oh...of course! Come right in! Welcome, it’s a real pleasure to meet you!”
So nice, no egos. But he was just a kid, no older than herself, and certainly not a male star or anything. Just a gofer.
“I’m Mark; I’m working with the sound. Isn’t it amazing up here?”
“It sure is” she said and smiled. “I’m Morgan. It’s really nice to meet you too!” She offered a hand which he took gracefully. “I always love the views they get for this. So, where’s Don and the set?”
“Right through here my dear!” and he bowed and showed her back to the living room, a huge space with big glass doors opening up to a patio with a view of the whole Valley.
She found herself genuinely smiling at his dorky unselfconsciousness
The rest of the crew was already there, and she found Don Nots drinking Red Bull leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Miss DeLish! So glad to have you! You ready to work today?”
She nodded and smiled at him.
“Excellent, so beautiful you are, it’s gonna be a pleasure working with you! I’ve seen your work, you’re very energetic, I like that! Ok, we’re gonna finish filming one more scene and then we’re going to get to you, our young buck had a blowout and we’re gonna need to get him back online. Just to fill you in, HA, we’re going to have you working with Rod Blazeballs today, and you’re going to be working with another girl doing the “our math tutor” thing. We’re still waiting on her, but she’ll be here shortly. You ever worked with Lola Buttanez before?”
“No, I’ve not had the pleasure!”
“You’ll love her, she’s an en fuego little Mexican with an ass to dream of. You two are gonna give ole Blaze the ride of his life, I’m sure! Go have a drink, relax while we do what we gotta do here.”
Tracy hoped Don didn’t see her double take.
“Oh dear. I hope this Lola doesn’t know who I really am. I don’t want awkward, I don’t need trouble; I’m just here to do my job. I don’t mind eating a little Mexican, I really don’t, just please, please, let the past be the past...”
She took her uniform back out to the car and locked the doors. Coming back in, she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and walked out to the back deck to enjoy the view and the cool breezes of the hilltop while they filmed the rest of the other scene, which they still hadn’t gotten to quite yet; apparently the actor still hadn’t gotten his cock screwed back on straight. She saw the sound assistant she had talked to as she came in, he smiled and waved at her and she returned the favor.
There were a couple girls out back sipping mimosas and relaxing in the sun. She could tell by the uniform and the mussed up hair the young looking blonde was the one who had been in the scene they still had to finish. The other one she assumed was the fluffer or extra, a sharp, but not unpleasant, faced black haired girl
“Hey, how you girls doin today?” Tracy said with cheerfulness she didn’t remotely feel.
“Would be doing a lot better if my guy had some cock control.” The blonde snorted. “You’d think with all the coke he does he’d have trouble getting it up, not blowing too early.” Her hair was pulled back on the sides and she was wearing a white shirt and plaid skirt with green knee socks.
She considered Tracy for a moment. “You must be Morgan, right?”
“Yep, that’s me!”
“You look familiar. Done many movies?”
“This is my sixth, I just got into town not long ago, and what else is a girl gonna do to make money in this town anymore?”
“You ain’t kiddin sister. I just thought I had seen your face before. I’m Janey Driver.”
“I get that all the time, I’m Morgan, Morgan DeLish.”
“This is Mariayna, she’s an import from Russia, just getting started”, Janey nodded to the black haired girl. “She doesn’t speak very much English, I’m afraid.”
Mariayna smiled seemed to understand well enough. She held out her hand and Tracy took it.
“A pleasure!”
“It is being all mine.”
Tracy also saw in her eyes she knew exactly who she was.
“Christ. I’m world famous as a racist loser.”
Tracy took a cigarette out of the pack in her small bag and lit it up. She exhaled into the wind.
“So, how long you think it’s gonna take Count Cockula to get his balls back together?”
“Maybe another half an hour. They really need to do quality control on these guys. Either that or Mari here is the best fluffer in history.”
All three girls laughed.
“She understands English just fine” Tracy considered the black haired girl.
“No matter, this is gonna be just fine, just fine…”
“So where’s the last girl, Lola? The one I have to work with.”
Janey stubbed out her butt and leaned back on the edge of the deck. “She’s fashionably late, as usual. You never worked with her before?”
Tracy shook her head.
“She’s new, but she’s a real prima donna. Thinks she’s destined for some Cock Oscar or something. She can be real mean if she’s not in a good mood too. But that’s just what I heard, I did a scene with her once and it went real well. She made me gush like Old Faithful. She’s also smoking fuckin hot, and that always helps. That ass of hers really is to die for, or to eat for dinner, depends on how you wanna look at it.” And the blonde laughed.
Tracy took another sip of water. Suddenly, she felt a cold wave of sweat on her body. Nerves? Maybe.
The glass door opened and a guy Tracy recognized as one of the lighting people poked his head out.
“Janey! You ready to rock that smokin body baby?”
The blonde hopped down from the ledge and smoothed out her skirt. She smiled at Tracy. “Showtime baby, I’ll see you later after I wash up, I wanna see what you got, right offhand I’d LOVE to work a scene with you.”
She walked away, and Mariayna turned to follow, but thought twice about it and came over and gave Tracy a hug.
“Being careful today. Please. Just relax, I will tell nobody.”
She kissed Tracy on the cheek and walked inside.
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Tracy was more shaken than she wanted to admit.
“This doesn’t feel right. Not at all.”
But she swallowed down her fear. She needed this paycheck and she certainly didn’t want to add “porn” to the list of jobs she wasn’t welcome at anymore.
“You think you’ve hit bottom when you get cummed on by strangers for a living?
Well, it can get worse. You can be judged unworthy to be cummed on by strangers for a living!”
She walked around front to get her costume out of her car.
As she was closing the door a red sports car slid up to the house, blasting hip hop out of the windows. The driver turned the engine off with a purr and opened the door. A long, shapely, leg the color of caramel exited followed by the rest of a beautiful black haired girl. She was wearing a red and white print dress that came well up above her knee and as she turned, Tracy could indeed see how bubbalicious her ass was. She didn’t have much in the way of tits though. Perfect for these schoolgirl things. She grabbed her clothes out of the back seat and swirled around. She noticed Tracy standing there and gave her a quick but not particularly friendly half smile, and then she turned on one of her red heels and walked inside the house.
“Well, she didn’t immediately recognize me. And she’s definitely a hot mamacita. This may work out after all.”
Tracy shrugged and put her purse in the trunk, she wouldn’t need her cell phone for this. She threw her uniform over her shoulder and went inside.
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“OH BABY, OH BABY, YES! YES! YES! OH BABY! GIMMIE YOUR CUM BABY! ALL OVER ME!”
Janey got down on her knees in front of some goofy lookin guy with an enormous dick and helped him squeeze out his load all over her face. She licked the rest off like it was a white lollypop, then looked into the camera as the still photos’ popped off and smiled for the video camera as cum dripped off her chin. She wiped some off with one finger and licked it, giving the camera a sweet fresh smile.
“CUT!” OK, GREAT SCENE! Janey, that was awesome, thanks! Neil, thanks for making a CUM-BACK brother!
“OK, let’s look at that real quick and make sure it’s OK, production, make sure everything is clean and lit for the next scene, I want it started out front and the fucking done over in front of the patio window. MORGAN, LOLA, go get dressed you beautiful things!
“Thanks Don, I’ll be right out and we’ll put on a show you won’t believe. Tell Hot Rod he had better be ready to get drained! Come on Lola, let’s go get hot!”
“I’m already there baby, I don’t need no warming up. I’m already muy CALIENTE!” Lola responded and snapped her fingers above her head like a dancer. Tracy couldn’t tell if she was making a jibe at her or not. Her experiences had both made her maybe more thick skinned at times, but also a little more paranoid than your normal person.
She smiled nervously and went to one of the back bedrooms. She always found it interesting that even though she was about to go out there and take a cock to her face and pussy, they still changed in private.
Lola followed her in and they threw their outfits on the bed and started disrobing.
Tracy tried to break the ice and be friendly.
“I can’t wait to work with you! You’re so hot! I’m gonna enjoy making you cum!”
“Mmmm, gracias. You are muy bonita as well. We will make that man explode. I hope he has a huge penis, I like to feel filled up!”
“I’d just be happy if he knows how to use it!” Tracy said with a giggle.
“It shouldn’t matter. If your pussy is buena, you’re the one who is using him!”
She studied Tracy for a moment.
“Morgan…is it? I have never seen your work, yet you look very familiar to me…”
Tracy cringed inside.
“THESE AREN’T THE DROIDS YOU’RE LOOKING FOR! THESE AREN’T THE DROIDS YOU’RE LOOKING FOR!”
“I just have that face, I guess.”
“I’d know a face like yours anywhere I think. Oh well, it doesn’t matter, let’s go. These pervert videos, they always make me feel weird.”
“Oh, it could be worse. On the whole there are lot worse things out there than a schoolgirl fantasy. Besides,” she pulled up her blue and black plaid skirt, it came well above her knees, showing off the thighs she always thought were one of the best parts of her body, “I think I look sexy as hell in this getup, and it’s always nice to know you can pass for a teenager!” and she smiled at Lola with what she hoped was disarming charm.
The Mexican gave her a look that showed she thought Tracy was perhaps insane.
“Whatever chica. I’m not here to feel young again, I’m her to fuck, cum and get paid, and chica, I look sexy as hell in ANYTHING!” and she buttoned up her white shirt.
Tracy smiled and said “I imagine you do!”
Lola gave her a long appraising look. Tracy batted her eyes and hoped for the best.
Lola snorted, rolled her brown eyes, and pulled up her red plaid skirt.
She was a nice visual contrast to Tracy in her darker complexion set off by the red outfit and white knee socks as opposed to Tracy’s blue ensemble with grey knee socks. Tracy was noticing this as she buttoned up her own white shirt.
“If this works out, it’s gonna be uber hot!”
But she couldn’t help but notice Janey was kinda right. Lola definitely had the potential to be kind of a bitch.
But she knew she had to suck it up, literally and figuratively, and get through this. And she knew if she could keep her cool, and as long as nobody called her out for being Tracy Chambers, she’d not only would have had some awesome sex, she’d knew she’d grown as a person too.
Lola stood up and put on her red jacket. She looked down at Tracy and said “Si, chica, you’ll do. Let’s go devour el grande cocko”
Tracy stood up, smoothed down her skirt and looked herself over one more time in the mirror.
“I really do look hot. Teenage fantasy or not, I should rock the skirt in real life”
“Right on senorita! Let’s get to work!”
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“You two look AMAZING! I wish I was in this scene myself! “ Don exclaimed as they walked into the living room.
Tracy was pleased to notice others nodding in agreement.
“Ok, this is Rod, he’ll be your designated hole filler today.” And he introduced them to a tall man in a button down shirt and khakis. He looked average enough, but Tracy knew they didn’t cast these guys for their looks.
He shook their hands and blatantly appraised them with his eyes. Even though she felt like a piece of meat, Tracy still was pleased inside when she thought his eyes spent more time undressing her than Lola.
“OK, everybody outside is set, ladies, here’s the deal, You two are coming over to the math tutors house for some afterschool help with your alge-BRAs. He opens the door for you, leads you back here and you two take it from there, got me?”
Tracy nodded.
Lola languidly replied “No problem.”
“OK, girls, walk on up to the door, we’re going to get the photos going and start the film.”
They all walked outside and got ready to get started.
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*SCENE ONE*
SETTING: Outside house, Daylight
Camera sets to Morgan walking up to door, angle, upskirt panning to behind.
Camera sets to Lola walking up to door, angle, upskirt panning to front.
Camera: Morgan goes to knock on door, Lola walks up next to her before she can knock.
Zoom in, camera: shots of both girls from waist up.
Morgan: Oh hi!
Lola: Hi!
Morgan: You’re here for tutoring too?
Lola: Yeah, I need help with my math.
Morgan: I had thought this was going to be a…private session. But I’m so glad to have somebody to help me study!
Lola: Yeah, it’s awesome, we’re going to be learning SO much together!
Morgan: You go to St. Marys?
Lola: Yes, I can see you’re St. Lucy?
Morgan: Uh Huh. I had heard St. Mary’s girls were HOT, and I can see everybody was right.
Lola: You bet we are! You’re looking good yourself! I’m Lola!
Morgan: I’m Morgan, it’s a…pleasure to meet you! So, you heard anything about our tutor.
Lola: My friend had him, she said she learned a LOT from him.
Morgan: I heard the same. They say he makes you study LONG and HARD!
Lola: I hope so, I really need to learn.
Morgan: Me too, but I bet you’re gonna do just fine!
Camera pans slowly down Lola’s side, then around from the bottom and up Morgan’s side.
Lola: You ready to get to work?
Morgan: (licks her lips) I’ve been waiting all day for this.
Lola knocks on door.
SCENE 2
SETTING: Inside house, Foyer
Camera as Rod walks up to door as knocking is heard
Follows as he opens door and stands back a foot so you can clearly see both girls.
Rod: Girls! So nice to see both of you! Please come in!
*They enter*
Camera pans to left. Morgan is closest to shot.
Morgan: Do you mind taking us both at once?
Rod: Oh no, I’m sorry for scheduling you both, but it’s the same subject.
Lola: It’s fine, we both need to learn!
Morgan: And we both heard you’re the best tutor…
Lola: Yeah, they say nobody knows Algebra like you.
Rod: Well, I’m sure I can show you both a couple tricks you never knew before!
Morgan: Really! I hope so! Let’s get started then!
Rod: Ok, girls follow me, we’ll do this in the living room where it’s nice and comfortable!
Lola: Ok then, you lead…Mr tutor!
Camera pans behind as they walk into the foyer, close up on the back of the girls thighs and butts as they walk through the doorway.
SCENE THREE
LIVING ROOM, CAMERA ON LONG COUCH.
They walk up. Rod sits on couch.
Rod; You two sit on each side. It makes it easier for me to show you.
Morgan sits on his left. Lola sits on his right.
Rod takes Algebra book off of table and opens it.
Rod: So ladies, let’s get started here. Are you ready to study?
Lola: I’m an open book, please…teach me!
Morgan: Yeah, I just want to learn, I don’t know much about this kind of thing.
Rod: Well…First, let me show you how to find O…
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SCENE FOUR
SAME SET. TIME HAS PASSED.
Rod: And that is how you solve the equation…do you understand?
Morgan: I think so! Lola, I’m learning so much! He IS a great tutor!
Lola: Oh I agree! Until today, I NEVER knew how to find the O before!
Morgan: Now, how about when it’s 3-O, how do you find THAT?
Rod: Three?
Lola: Yeah, finding 2 was fun…now, show us how to find…3.
*she leans in close, smiles, then backs away***
Cut to Morgan, who smiles back. Cut to couch.
Rod: Well…finding the 3-O is much harder than finding the two. Do you think you’re ready for it?
Morgan: I think I might have to take off my jacket for this. Studying is hot, hard work.
*Morgan slowly takes off her jacket and throws it over the chair next to the sofa*
Morgan: mmm…now I’m really ready to study!
Cut to Lola
Lola: Yes, that’s a good idea, you St. Lucy girls are smart as well as sexy.
*Lola slowly removes her own jacket and throws it behind the couch*
Cut back to full couch
Rod: So, now, back to our triple equation. Let me show you how to prove this: 3x
+ 10 equals what?
Lola: well, I understand some of that, but Rod, where do you get the plus 10 from?
Rod: Well, wait and I’ll show you. To solve this, we need to understand the square root of pi…
Morgan: The square root of Pie? Where is that.
*Rod places hand on each of their thighs*
Rod: It’s pretty close to here.
Lola: Exactly where is the square root? Show me.
Rod runs his hand up her red plaid skirt, exposing her white panties.
Morgan: oh! I see now! It’s HERE!
Morgan moves his hand up her own blue skirt exposing her blue panties.
Rod begins to fondle them up and down their thighs to their panties.
Lola: Oh, tutor! But I still don’t understand where the plus ten comes from!
Morgan: OH, I GET IT!
Morgan places hand on Rods crotch and moves it around.
Rod: You got it baby, that’s right!
Lola: Oh! Let’s proof that Morgan!
Morgan: Oh, lets!
*They lean over and start making out as he rubs their panties and they rub on his cock*
Morgan unzips his pants and Lola takes out his cock.
Lola: Ten you say? Let’s find out.
Rod removes his pants and sits back down.
Morgan: I know a way to find out!
They make out a moment more and both lower themselves to his cock.
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Tracy was fine with it all until Lola stuck her under Rods balls and wouldn’t let her switch up.
It was so selfish of her. She didn’t have to dominate the good parts of the action. Tracy had been around the scene enough to know it was common courtesy to switch up with your co-star when you’re doing threesome.
Heck, Tracy might even have tolerated sucking on his balls and fondling his grundle for longer. It was, after all, her JOB. But Lola was just being such a bitch about it.
“Why are there so many prima donnas in this business? You’d think a girl who got jizzed on for a living would be a little less arrogant. I think it’s the coke and the inferiority complexes everybody has. Not that I’m one to talk on that.”
They had started out both doubling up on Rod’s ten inch cock, running their tongues up and down his shaft and taking a fair turn seeing how much of him they could get down their throat. Tracy had always found she gave a better blowjob when she used her lips and tongue, but Lola was a real sword swallower and soon she had taken over and was deep throating him. At this point, Tracy had to find something else to do, but she wanted to keep the theme, so she did the natural reaction and went for his balls. Running her tongue all over them and using her hands to massage them. She took a certain pride hearing his groans increase when she was being aggressive down there.
But after a couple minutes, she wanted to get back into a star turn, or at least some fresh air and a lack of balls in her face.
She tapped Lola on her thigh to signal her to change it up a bit.
Lola patently ignored her and right on slobbing Rods knob.
Tracy gave her the benefit of the doubt and thought Lola didn’t recognize the signal.
She gently tapped her again.
Lola shook her ass, like a pitcher shaking off his catcher.
Tracy was frustrated and wanted out; she decided she’d try a different angle. She moved her mouth up while Lola was working the top of his shaft, trying to catch the Latina’s eye to let her know she was coming up.
Lola just dove right back down, almost head butting Tracy. The brunette had to move away in general to avoid getting hurt.
“What the fuck? This bitch, she acts like she’s never done this before.”
She felt Lola’s hand on her head and the Latina directed her straight back into the balls and taint, none too gently either.
Tracy found her nose mashed up very near the asshole. Not cool.
The brunette was trying VERY hard to stay cool. She had never even HEARD of shit like this happening on set. Tracy had a temper, and since her humiliation at Maria’s hands she had learned to control it, had worked VERY hard at it, actually, but this cxnt was really trying to push her buttons.
Tracy’s paranoia made her wonder if it was a setup as her mouth worked it’s magic.
“Does she know and she’s trying to goad me into something? Or is she really just that much of a bitch.”
She decided to take a different tack.
Tracy moved away and stood so she was still on camera; she slowly unbuttoned her white shirt and rubbed her lovely 36C tits together.
“Do you like?” she cooed.
Rod focused on her and said he certainly did.
Tracy put them in his face and moved them against his questing mouth. She loved the sensations of his tongue on her nipples, even though the roughness and lack of technique wasn’t the best ever.
She mused to herself how porn stars in general were selfish crappy lovers.
‘The ground and pound may look cool on camera, but a REAL lover combined sweet with savage…Rod.”
She looked down and saw Lola was giving her what looked like an evil eye now that she wasn’t the center of attention anymore.
“Sheesh, give me a BREAK slut, it’s about US, not YOU!”
“MMM…Baby, now that I’m Algebra-less, you want to eat my pussy?”
Rod helped her stand up all the way and she pulled her blue panties to the side and stuck her steamy pussy in his face. He started going to work on her with all the finesse of a freight train.
She gyrated her hips against him and shoved her sex in his face, making her best ”OH BABY” noises.
The camera guy was right up next to them getting a great shot.
Tracy’s head was thrown back and she felt more than actually noticed the sofa moving, then Rods mouth was removed from her pussy.
She opened her mouth and Lola was on the other side of Rods head now, forcing her pussy in his face.
“What the FUCK!”
Tracy was now more than a little miffed. She was doing HER turn as the lead and this bitch HAD to force her way in.
She swore the Latina was smirking at her.
So she tried to bring Rod’s face back over to her box.
She wasn’t quite set and her black schoolgirl shoes weren’t made for gripping leather, so she was completely unprepared when Lola threw her hip into her side with the force of a center boxing out in the low post.
Tracy slipped and fell on her ass on the far side of the sofa.
She heard the crew giggling.
She saw red. Tracy tried SO hard to bite it back.
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT LOLA?”
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The smug smirk on Lola’s face just made it worse. She was looking down at Tracy as she let Rod’s tongue flick all over her clit.
Rod, being a professional didn’t miss much of a beat, he just went right on what he was doing, trying not to stop with the cameras running.
Lola now unbuttoned her own white shirt and plucked her small but firm tits as she continued smiling at the brunette, who was on her sweet ass with her hands back on the couch supporting herself and her panties pulled to one side.
Tracy contained her fury. “Please, please, hold on to yourself. Don’t blow this.”
‘No! Seriously Lola, what the fuck are you doing?”
She heard the Don mutter something to his assistant. It sounded like “Keep filming on this, interesting…”
Tracy pushed herself off the sofa and stood. “You’ve been a cxnt this whole scene, I’m trying to do what I gotta do and you’re treating me like a fluffer damn it!”
Lola stopped what she was doing and rolled her big brown eyes. “Look slut, I’m the STAR of this scene and if I say you lick his asshole clean, you will! NOBODY gives a shit about watching Morgan Dumbitch. You may as well be the fluffer.”
“The hell you are, this is a threesome, not a twosome and me.”
“You don’t have to be in this scene, frankly you aren’t impressive anyway.”
“The hell I’m not, fuck you, I’m great and I know it. I’ll make you cum in 2 licks Lola!”
Tracy turned to Don. ‘You’re the director; can you PLEASE put this egomaniac bitch in line?”
He just shrugged. A half a smile on his face.
Tracy’s face fell. “What the fuck? You know, I need this, but I don’t need this!”
Lola’s face screwed itself up for a moment, then something dawned on her pretty face. She stepped down off the sofa.
“Hey…”
Tracy felt her blood run cold.
“I know who you are…”
“N…n…no, no you don’t!”
Lola’s eyes flashed. “Yes, yes I fucking do!”
“Oh, NO, NO, NO, please not this…PLEASE!”
“You’re that racist cxnt from Shaft of Love who got her ass beat by Maria Dominguez. Yeah, I fuckin KNEW I recognized you. You fuckin hate Hispanics, you fucking racist piece of shit!”
Tracy sounded small and lost. “No…no, that wasn’t really me, I’m not like that and if I was, I’m not anymore.”
Lola’s hand flashed out and a resounding *CRACK* lit the room.
Tracy’s hand went to her face, which was now red on the left hand side. Her own sharp blue eyes flashed with anger.
“Fight or flight. I either make a stand or I run and hide, from my past and from myself. I hate having to do this. What happens if I lose this time? Oh Tray, this life is so not fair.”
She took a step back and looked back at Lola with dawning anger, at her situation, her choices that had led her here, her life in general right now, and a small white fire that this cxnt, who didn’t know her at ALL, was bringing her back into a situation she didn’t want to be in.
Lola swung again, the first slap missed, but the second caught Tracy on the back side
“RACIST FUCKING cxnt! I’M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS NOW, FINISH THE FUCKING JOB Mi HERMANA STARTED, RUN YOU OUT OF THIS TOWN FOR GOOD!”
Tracy was backed into a corner and she knew it. She had no choice now. But maybe if she kept her cool and beat this bitch, she could be…redeemed? She set her feet and put her hands on her hips. Her tits flopped out of her open shirt; she flipped her long brown/blonde hair out of her face and sent Lola a look that could kill.
“Look asshole. I’m only going to say this once. I made a mistake two years ago. I’m not like that anymore. I’m just trying to live my life and I DON’T want to fight you. But if you’re dead fucking set on making this personal and fighting me, you fucking got it. I’ll fuck you up bitch. DON’T try me.”
Lola sneered at her. “Fuck you putilla. I’ve seen you fight, you suck at life. You really wanna get tied up with your own socks and covered in your own blood again? I’ll rip that concha off and feed it to the stud here. Oh, we’re going to fight alright, you can’t get out of it. And when I’m fucking done with you, the whole crew here is going to cover you in cum, while I laugh in your face.”
Tracy sighed in her very marrow. It really was all in for her, she either redeemed herself today or she was going to be on film AGAIN getting humiliated beyond belief.
“Ok Lola…fuck you, seriously fuck you, you wanted this, not me. Let’s settle this for once and for all.” And she crouched slightly and stuck her nails out.
The Latina laughed ‘This is going to be FUN, I’m going to fuck you up for LIFE you racist pig piece of shit.”
“LADIES!” It was Don. “I AM going to film this. You’re not going to screw up my day of filming being stupid, and if somebody gets hurt, it’s your own fucking fault and I have that on camera, do you agree?”
Tracy glared at him. “Thanks a LOT asshole. You could have stepped in and stopped this, but NO, you’re only thinking about your wallet.”
She looked around. Nobody was going to stop this. The young kid who did the sound, Mark? Caught her eye, he looked scared but he mouthed “I believe in you.” And the Russian fluffer girl looked like she wanted to say something, but who would listen to her? The other men were all overcome with bloodlust, and Janey was a pro who knew her place and wasn’t saying anything, her face was a mask.
“Yes” she said softly. “I agree. This is my mess and I’ll fix it and if I have to rip her pussy off to do it, I will…”
Lola had no hesitation. “Hells yeah, I WANT the world to see this. Lola Buttanez, hottest girl in porn, best ass, and worldwide sensation for tearing this bitch the fuck up.”
Tracy dropped into a defensive posture with her nails out.
Lola screamed and went for her.
Rod got the fuck out of the way.
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Lola Buttanez was a woman of simple passions. Deep intellectual thinking wasn’t exactly her forte.
But she knew what she knew.
She knew from before she was ten she liked sex, a LOT. Her momma had caught her out playing “nurse” with the neighborhood boys as early as when she was seven. She had seduced her first boy at thirteen. By the time she was old enough to drive she knew full well what she wanted to do with life.
She wanted to fuck.
She started making amateur movies the weekend after her 18th birthday and had made it to the big leagues a year later. She knew full well ‘Marta De Los Santos” was never gonna cut it, so she became Lola with the focus of her last name on her wonderful, round ass. She was going to get the tits to match very soon, she couldn’t wait.
She also knew she was proud of who she was, proud to be horny all the time, and very proud to be Mexican-American.
It was shocking she hadn’t recognized Tracy Chambers earlier.
She had seen the video of Maria Dominguez destroying the racist slut over 100 times. Hell, she had masturbated to it over 100 times. She was so proud of her hermana teaching the stupid piece of shit blue eyed brunette a lesson. She had dreamed of being Maria herself, tearing up the racist girl’s cxnt, then, she would make the bitch her sexual slave, humiliating her, showing her the worth of a strong Latina.
She simply hadn’t expected the bitch to be hiding in porn under a fake name, she had assumed Tracy Chambers had crawled into a hole and hid.
She really couldn’t have been happier, she was gonna be as famous as Maria now. A true star, just like she had been signed to be the star of this video. And it would figure the cxnt didn’t recognize her as the star of the video, and the FAR hotter actress. The bitch was ignorant in every way. Lola was SO glad she had pushed the bitch around to the point where she had lost her cool and showed Lola who she really was.
And now, she was giddy like the schoolgirl she was dressed like. She was going to be able to emulate a woman she considered a hero and now it was HER turn to beat Tracy Chambers into a bloody humiliated mess.
But unlike Maria, she was going to finish the job. Make the cxnt TOTALLY submit to her in every way, and then she was going to make sure she NEVER got a job in porn again.
She had come at Tracy with savage glee.
She was going to help make the greatest porn of all time.
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Tracy knew she had to keep her cool if she had any chance. She had to control her anger, to be able to think.
But it’s hard to think when a woman is running at you full speed wanting to hurt you badly.
So she defaulted to her survival instincts.
She stepped out of the way and wrapped her arm under Lola’s chin as the woman crashed into her. The Latina’s momentum carried them back and Tracy tripped over a chair, sending them both crashing to the carpet.
Lola was swinging wild lefts and rights, hitting her in the body: ribs, stomach, kidneys. With her free hand, Tracy tried to rip off Lola’s shirt as she cut off her air flow with her left. They rolled on the plush carpet like this, trying to get an advantage.
Tracy managed to pull Lola’s shirt all the way off, and she thought she was doing a great job with her chokehold, but the Latina didn’t stop swinging and the number of strong blows she was landing to Tracy’s torso were starting to take a toll. She was also landing punches right above Tracy’s skirt, and the brunette was scared she’d start to claw her down there.
She ratcheted up her chinlock, trying to knock out the woman, but she must have just been missing the mark, Lola wasn’t losing enough energy.
Tracy regripped her and tried to reach around to claw Lola’s small tits. She managed to get a grip on her left nipple and dug her nails in. This made Lola go crazy with pain and anger and she sunk her own claws into Tracy’s lower belly, reaching for her precious pussy.
With a cry, Tracy released the bitch and tried to scramble away. But when she released her hold, Lola had her weight on her and she couldn’t get clear. The spitfire drove her head and body straight upwards trying to mount Tracy.
Her head clipped off the brunette’s jaw and pain flooded Tracy, who cursed herself for her stupid mistake. But she had no time for self pity, all she could do was reach out and grab Lola’s arms as the Latin tried to slash at her face and move her thighs so Lola couldn’t smash her knee into her panty covered pussy.
She was only partly successful. Lola nailed her with a solid shot that plowed into her vagina and Tracy cried out. But she was lucky Lola had thrown so much into the blow, and with her arms flailing wildly; trying to slice and dice Tracy’s face, she was able to brace herself with her fight foot and unseat Lola, who fell off into the space between Tracy and the sofa.
Tracy at last was able to get away and she moved around to the other side of the glass table that was in the middle of the living room.
She looked around quickly, the spectators she could see were full of bloodlust and they all seemed to be yelling for Lola to fuck her up. The only people she saw showing her any encouragement were Mark and the fluffer girl, Mariayna, who were standing off to the side, looking nervous but trying to send her quiet good vibes.
She felt as alone as she could ever feel.
But self pity was going to get her gang banged and she knew it, so she faced off again with Lola, across the table, letting more of the anger in herself back out again.
“Come on you fucking slut, you want this, let’s go.”
Lola smiled back, “Oh yes, I am just getting started with you.” She kicked off her shoes. “I want to feel my foot kick your pussy in!”
Tracy moved to the side and quickly got her own shirt off; it would just get in the way. She threw it at the dark haired woman and came low in behind it, taking the Latina off guard. Lola swung wildly down but only hit Tracy’s shirt, Tracy got in close and exploded up, her left hand cracked into Lola’s ribs and Lola gasped, her right buried itself into Lola’s belly, which was flat but not rock hard, and Lola made an “UNK” sound and stumbled backwards.
Tracy knocked the chair out of her way and kept after her enemy, Lola was hurt and confused and tried to protect her midsection, which was on fire, and she left herself wide open for a huge left that knocked her to the floor, where she landed holding herself and trying to back up on her sweet bubble butt. She held a hand out in front of her face defensively and screamed out “NO!”
“Fucking started this damn you!” Tracy hissed out and kicked her right under the tits. The Latina rolled away in pain. Tracy nailed her in the kidney and then put her shoe right in the girl’s spine. Lola groaned and rolled over onto her back. Tears were starting to run down her face.
Tracy heard the crowd, even though she was winning, they were yelling for Lola to come back.
“Why do they hate me so much, I never did anything to them! WHY?”
Tracy grabbed Lola by her sock clad foot and pulled her leg off the carpet, the darker haired girl’s red plaid skirt rode up past her sexy hips , showing off her little white panties. Snarling with rage, Tracy twisted Lola’s foot and leg and kicked her in the hamstring.
“Quit and leave me the fuck alone cxnt or your pussy is next!”
“OOOOOHH, FUCK YOU YOU PIECE OF SHIT CRACKER, FUCK YOU!”
“Ok, you asked for it. I didn’t want to fight you or hurt you!” Tracy was almost pleading, but she knew she had to be brutal now.
She sent her schoolgirl shoe into Lola’s thigh again, and then she wound up, braced herself, and kicked the Latina straight in the pussy as hard as she could.
She had to admit, her foot hitting home like that was very satisfying.
She did it again.
“GIVE UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE! I TOLD YOU, YOU HOOKER TRASH!”
She ground her foot on Lola’s clit. Lola’s panties had moved off to one side, exposing her womanhood so Tracy’s shoe gripped it as it twisted. Lola HOWLED in agony.
Tracy reached down to re-grip Lola’s leg and spread it apart even more.
In desperation, Lola reached up and got her hand deep into Tracy’s hair and pulled her close, and then, with a cry of exertion, pain and hate, she grabbed one of Tracy’s well formed nipples and pulled it out as far as she could.
Tracy gritted her teeth in pain and went to kick Lola in the pussy again, but she was angled badly and the Latina girl bucked her hips and managed to kick her in the side of the head. Tracy let go of Lola’s sexy leg and fell over her body as the caramel colored starlet pulled her over by her tits and hair. Tracy went stumbling forward and her head smashed into the thick glass of the sliding door to the patio.
Her head exploded into stars and then her poor chest went to white hot fire as Lola grabbed her by both her tits and dragged her to the carpet, her back against the glass her hands reflexively going to her poor head.
Lola pushed back the pain in her pussy and threw her all into attacking the racist cxnt. She slammed her knee into Tracy’s chin, bouncing it off the glass again before she put her leg across Tracy’s throat with her one hand she went to town on Tracy’s left breast, her nails finding nipples and soft titflesh as she twisted and slashed, her other knee she began to grind into Tracy’s belly using her powerful butt to add extra pressure. And her other hand…
Tracy only knew she was fucked, pain everywhere, her poor boob, her head, her stomach…but when she felt the rush of cool air that she knew was her little blue panties being torn away she knew it was about to get so much worse.
She remembered how Maria had hurt here there. Even if she had found a man worth her time, or one who would look at her with anything besides laughter or revulsion, she couldn’t have had sex for four months and that mauling.
‘PLEASE, NO!” But she also knew she had attacked Lola’s pussy first, so she deserved to be torn to shreds in return.
Then the Latina’s hand found her poonani full force. She screamed in agony and tried to bury herself against the wall, to try to hide. Her hand flapped uselessly against the onslaught, her other arm was trapped under her body.
She was totally fucked.
All she could hear was the men cheering her pain, and the verbal taunting of her enemy.
‘FUCK YOU YOU TRAMP cxnt HOOKER, FUCK YOU! ME, GIVE UP TO YOU? FUCK YOU! I’VE WAITED TWO YEARS TO FUCK YOU UP! I’M GONNA MAKE YOU PAY!”
Lola was a whirlwind as she violated Tracy. Her nails flashed as they found her clit, her tits, her labia, her tits, her vagina, her tits. Her knee was a piston into Tracy’s lower belly, her other dug into Tracy’s neck, immobilizing her for Lola’s torture.
Tracy just wanted to cry, to quit, for it all to end. But she knew what would happen to her if she did. She had to try to hold on, for herself.
“COME ON YOU FUCKHOLE, TELL ME I’M BETTER! SCREAM IN PAIN FOR ME! HEY GUYS YOU LIKE TO SEE ME HURT THIS SLUT?”
They all affirmed it was true.
“YOU ALL WANNA FUCK HER AFTER I’M DONE!”
They all LOUDLY affirmed it was true.
With one last scratch up Tracy’s skirt and one last wrench of her tits, Lola stood up and grabbed again into Tracy’s hair. She turned around and played for the cameraman, who was right up next to the action, getting every bit of Tracy’s pain down for posterity.
She led the lighter haired brunette around like a dog. Loving it as the camera followed her, feeling it linger on her ass.
“Mmmm, perra….fucking perra…that’s what you are…bark for me…”
Tracy didn’t bark, but she did manage a whimper.
Lola hauled her over to the sofa and threw her body over the top of it. Leaving her bent over the back, her ass and pussy sticking in the air as the blue plaid skirt rode up over her hips.
Tracy looked out through her hair; it hung over her face like the bars of a cell. She saw everybody in the room egging Lola on, shouting encouragement to her. Janey and the Russian fluffer girl stood in the back, they at least had the common courtesy to look disgusted, but nobody in this room was paying them a bit of attention. She saw the young lighting guy, she forgot his name but she was at least relieved to see he wasn’t rooting against her yet. She met his eyes and he mouthed “come on Morgan!” at her.
It occurred to her he had no idea who she was or what this was all about.
“If he did, he’d probably hate me too.”
And then she hissed in pain as Lola smacked the back of her thighs and ass with her hand. And again.
“Spanking? Oh give me a break you fuck!”
And Tracy grabbed onto the last little spark of life she had. She growled deep down inside herself and put her hands on the front of the sofa.
She heard Lola behind her joking with the cameraman about how flat her ass was and how she was going to claw her pussy off.
Tracy pushed herself back as hard as she could, pivoting herself over the back end of the sofa.
She threw her body and her head at Lola and was very pleasantly surprised when the dumb slut was standing right behind her and not off to one side.
Her ass shoved Lola backwards, and she bounced off the glass door, then she threw her head back and it *CRUNCHED* into Lola’s face. She heard the Latina *SQUAWK!* and feeling energy flow back into her, she twisted with her elbow and caught Lola right across her little tits.
Lola staggered off to her left, and Tracy went after her in hot pursuit, swinging her fists in righteous rage. She punched the Latina in the back and sides of the head and hit her with a HUGE shot right under her rib cage. Lola crumpled from the shot and fell gasping to the carpet as they rounded the endtable next to the sofa.
Tracy wound up and kicked her in the ribs again. She swore she could hear one break, but she didn’t think she was that lucky. But she was rewarded as Lola gasped in agony and held herself. Tracy waited a second; she gave the men watching the finger.
“To hell with all of you. I’m not a bad person and I’m not your sport. Assholes.”
She turned to Lola, who had made to all fours.
“And as for you, you fucking fat assed cxnt…”
She kicked Lola in the ass as hard as she could. The Latina’s big but rippled under her skirt. Tracy thusly removed that skirt as Lola went face first to the carpet, leaving the darker haired girl in nothing but her white panties and knee socks. Tracy grabbed Lola’s ankles as she lay on her stomach and made her a wheelbarrow, stepping in between the girl’s legs. Tracy spit on Lola’s ass and snarled “This is supposed to be sexy? God, people have no fucking taste anymore.” And she sent her gray sock clad foot (her shoes had been lost in her agony against the window as Lola tortured her) straight between Lola’s legs as hard as she could. Then she would up and did it again.
Lola’s body spasmed and she yelled in sheer agony as Tracy’s foot drove her panties up into her vagina. Tracy threw her forward and Lola splattered out into the middle of the living room face first to the carpet. The men who had gathered up close had to move back as the battle moved into clear area beyond the glass table.
Tracy glared at the crowd, muted a bit but still yelling for Lola to come back. Their mindless hatred of her made her own anger flame white hot. “I have NO idea why you people want to see me hurt so much, but I’m going to fuck this slut up whether you like it or not!”
She dove on top of Lola as the darker haired girl tried to rise. Lola’s face once again splattered to the carpet and Tracy could see a splurt of blood come flying from her lips.
“Hope I took out a tooth too…fucking cxnt!”
She mounted Lola’s back and her first order of business was to pull Lola’s panties up into a wedgie, rubbing the fabric into her pussy. This was great fun until the lace evidently got so grossed out by the skanky twat they just split on their own and ripped away from Lola’s body.
Tracy took the panties and turned around. She looped them around Lola’s neck and pulled back, wrapping them twice in her hand. Lola began to cough and gag as Tracy pulled her upper body off the carpet. She turned around and cranked up the garrote over her shoulder with her left hand.
She found Mark in the crowd and she swore her winked at her. He was the only guy out there who didn’t want to see her lose and see her hurt and his faith in her made her glow inside. He wasn’t your typical hot guy, but over the years Tracy had learned to trust not the wrapper, but the contents. His apparent faith in her made her want to destroy Lola even more to rub it in the faces of the rest of these sadistic voyeurs. She turned her attention to that bubbly, jigging ass and the pussy behind it.
She knew there wasn’t much she could do to physically hurt an ass, but she still got her nails as deep into the muscle as she could and dug away at it, then raked her nails as hard as she could across the flesh. She was at least pleased to see strong red furrows on Lola’s pride and joy. But she had bigger fish to fry…or…maul as the case may be.
She reached down as far as she could, pulling Lola’s torso even further back and damn near choking the life out of her, giving her the room to send her thumb into the area between Lola’s ass and pussy and the rest of her fingers up into her womanhood itself.
Lola couldn’t even scream, all she could make was a gagging kind of mewl. She kicked her feet to the carpet and tried to buck Tracy off, but the lighter haired brunette had her pinned and pinned good as she went to town on the bitch who had started this fight with her.
She tried once again to end it. “SUBMIT LOLA! END THIS IDIOCY! PLEASE, JUST LET ME FUCKING BE! I DON’T HATE YOU BECAUSE WHERE YOU’RE FROM I JUST DON’T LIKE WHO YOU ARE!”
She pulled her hand free from Lola’s pussy. But she sent it back in with every word:
“JUST!”
“LEAVE!”
“ME!”
“ALONE!”
She screamed in animal fury and pulled Lola’s panties as hard as she could. But just being light fabric, they could only take so much and Lola was soon gasping on the carpet as air flooded back into her burning lungs.
“Quit!” Tracy almost begged her.
“Fuck you cono!”
“I’ll just have to knock you out them dammit”, and Tracy turned and swung at Lola’s head with her left hand.
As she pounded Lola on the back of her head and got her fingers onto the Latina’s clit with the other, Lola went berserk with agony and rage and with a mighty HEAVE she manage to get enough of her sexy legs underneath her to buck Tracy off. But the expansion of energy had left her drained and she could only roll onto her side and try to shield herself as she lay on the carpet in the middle of the floor.
Tracy squealed in frustration and moved around so she was behind Lola.
“Why can’t she just let this end! Why can’t she just realize I’ll fight her and make her hurt and leave me alone! Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do with a fucking bully?”
She tried to compose herself and focus past her disappointment, putting her knee directly in Lola’s spine and wrapping her arm around Lola’s throat again, trying to finish the choke she started with her panties. With her right she went for Lola’s small breasts. Remembering the agony and pleasure Lola took in devastating her own beautiful boobs, Tracy dug her nails DEEP into Lola’s large for the size of her tits nipples, then she would slash across them with her nails, then she threw hammer-like fists to mash the breast’s to Lola’s chest. Lola was giving out choked sobs under her arm as she did her work and this made Tracy happy, but she really just wanted this to be over.
All the more reason to absolutely pound, slice and rend Lola’s tits. Red welts and deep scratches quickly appeared all over the Latina’s small, firm orbs.
Lola was losing fast and she knew it. She was brutally being choked out, her pussy hurt and she thought she felt wetness down there that wasn’t related to her female juices, and her poor tits felt like she had been attacked by a tigress. She couldn’t believe this fucking trashy racist could even cause her pain, much less make her want to quit.
And right now, she wanted to quit, wanted nothing more to give in to Tracy’s pleading for her to give up. But the brown haired girl sounded so pathetic in her attempts to make her give up, sounded like SUCH a loser, that Lola held onto her confidence that she would never lose to her. That and the ENTIRE crowd was cheering her on and should couldn’t disappoint her fans.
She had great plans for Tracy when this was all over, after all.
She knew she had to get out of this though, before that choke did put her out.
So she put her socks onto the deep carpet and wheeled her feet, using her strong legs to get her body away from the slut’s knee and most of her breast attack, although Tracy was still doing tit damage. But she was also able, with her newfound positioning, to get her mouth onto Tracy’s arm, and she bit down on the girl as hard as she could.
Tracy felt her forearm leap into fire. The fucking cxnt was biting her! She raked her hand all the way across Lola’s chest and tried to dig her nails into the squirming Latina’s big hard nipples. She went to tighten up her choke, but suddenly, her eyes saw a white flash, and then again and then her forehead felt a line of exquisite pain.
She realized the bitch had poked her in the eyes, and then she supposed she had gotten her nails to her head. This was too much and Tracy had to release the darker haired cxnt and she scooted away on her ass. Tracy had to massage her eyes and she knew she had to be quick to regain her vision or Lola would be on her. She put her other hand out in a claw as she got her eyesight back. She saw her hand also came away with red from when she assumed was a cut on her forehead from the nail slash.
Her eyes adjusted to see Lola on her knees several feet away, still pulling in huge *whoofs* of air and massaging her red and bleeding tits.
