The Story - Part 6 and The Finale
Heather looked up and she could see a lot of the audience members eyeing her bare breasts appreciatively.
“Let them look! she thought to herself
“…better mine than those FAKE TITS Karen had been showing off!”
This was a fucking show, after all.
And now it’s MY MOTHERFUCKING SHOW!
“It was the HEATHER SHOW…By God!”
“So you’re not ready to admit I OWN YOU YET?...HUH SLUT!
“Well then,” Heather purred mockingly…
“What can I do to persuade you to see the really FUCKING STUPID DECISION you’re making?”
She pulled her right leg UP OVER the exhausted Karen…straddling her and suddenly let her body DROP HARD down to her knees…DRIVING HER ASS into the small of the Karen’s back!! Karen grunted…then whimpered out loud,
UNNGGHH!! OH GAWWD PLEASE NO!!
Heather CACKLED out loud so EVERYONE in the penthouse could hear over the crowd din! She PULLED Karen’s head up by the hair, displaying her red…flushed…tear streaked face to the onlookers…
“LOOK AT HER!” she screamed out!
”LOOK DAMMIT!”
“THIS WORTHLESS cxnt thought she had a chance to win this fight!”
Heather’s voice lowered a few octaves as she spoke again…the crowd suddenly very quiet…
“You ALL…thought she had a chance….you all thought…she had MORE than a chance!”
Using her free hand…She SLAPPED Karen HARD across the face!
“Fat chance…Bitch!”
“WHAP!”
Karen yelped…then moaned out!...
”OOOWW!!”
“GAWD…Please!”
Karen then moaned something that was barely audible…then she got quiet…biting her trembling lower lip…
Heather PULLED HARDER on her Karen’s wet matted hair, LIFTING her shoulders and chest up off the rug! She shuffled her knees forward, beneath Karen’s arms, releasing the Brit’s hair and pulling her arms back until they were draped over her own thighs, her butt pressing down into Karen’s back, arching her body PAINFULLY! Karen’s face was red…contorted in agony as she struggled weakly but fruitlessly to get free. Heather SLAPPED her again…WHIPPING her head to the side as Karen screamed out!!...
“OOWWWW!”
Heather snarled at her,
“Now you’re going to LEARN the price of being STUBBORN, you STUPID LITTLE cxnt!” she hissed…
“You liked mauling my tits, didn’t you?” “Let’s see how you like being on the receiving end!”
“GET UP ON ALL FOURS YOU WHORE!”
As Karen shoved her arms under her…first propping her self up on her elbows and knees…Heather unfolded her legs under her to let her rise. She then leaned forward over Karen’s back and reached forward under her shoulders, gripping her opponent’s dangling breasts in her hands like checking ripe fruit at the supermarket…her fingers digging up into the folds beneath them. Karen cried out in anticipation of the pain to come, her body going rigid as the fear shot through her…the tears rolling down her cheeks! It did her no good, as Heather hauled upward viciously on her breasts, her nails gouging deep into the sensitive flesh. Karen screamed like a demon!!
“OH GOD NOOOO!!!”
“How’s that feel?” asked Heather mockingly, releasing the pressure for a moment.
“Got anything to say BITCH!?” You sure got QUIET all of a sudden!
She let go of one breast and hauled Karen’s head back, turning the Brit’s face up toward hers. Karen’s hazel eyes, filled with tears, stared into hers…
Then Heather had that one last great act of defiance…
“Oh…you…motherfucking…bitch…”
She muttered, her voice somewhere between a gasp and a sob…
Heather threw back her head and laughed out loud evilly!
“Damn right I’m a BITCH!” “I’m the BITCH who’s going to FUCK YOU UP bad in front of all these nice people…and they’re going to LOVE every minute of it!”
She reached down to grasp Karen’s breasts again in both hands, JABBINBG her thumbnails HARD into her adversary’s nipples, hard as rocks. Karen screamed in torment as Heather squeezed, twisted and hauled on her breasts. Her arms flailed weakly, her voice trailing off as she reached the last of her breath, but STILL… she refused to submit.
Michael turned to Michelle and looked at her …grabbing her left arm….
”Do you think we should stop this Chelley?”
Michelle looked in Michael’s eyes quizzically…. tilting her head…. looking a bit surprised…then her gaze hardened…
”What’s the matter Michael…don’t you have the stomach for it love?”
Michelle reached up under Michael’s chin and held it as she spoke…her dark eyes narrowing…never wavering as she spoke…
“You know the rules Michael….and we NEVER break the rules….we NEVER break tradition!”
“NEVER!”
Michael smiled and nodded…whispering…
“Never”
Heather began scanning the crowd with her eyes…she saw the looks on their faces. Heather remembered what Michelle had told her before hand… What she had said to Karen was right…They were LOVING this! They LOVED her God Dammit…she thought!! She felt a sudden rush of adrenalin! She wanted to fucking win this fight…beat this snobby assed British bitch…HUMILIATE her in front of all these people and TAKE HER PLACE among the BEST OF THE BEST! This was the start of a whole new life. Earlier tonight she had been worried about how she would afford the price of the air ticket home. From now on…from what she had heard of the prize money here…she would be flying home first class, drinking champagne and eating filet mignon…if she EVEN decided to go home at all.
At last she found the faces she was looking for…Michael and Michelle. She glanced at them, then down at the beaten Karen, then back as her eyes locked with Michelle’s. The question, although unspoken, was clear in her gaze…what should she do? How badly could she hurt the bitch before it became just a torture session? She didn’t mind fucking the stupid cxnt up if she wouldn’t give in as it was no secret she hated Karen.
But was she a sadist.
Was she really going to put this decision in Michelle’s lap?
Michelle leaned in, her lips whispering in Michael’s ear…then Michael turned and began whispering in her ear…then they both looking in each other’s eyes and smiling….
Michelle then turned back and looked at Heather and she shook her head from side to side…and then smiled…she then mouthed something it appeared only Heather understood…something unspoken between two close friends. Not many knew that at one time years ago, Heather and Michelle were more than just close friends for a short time…they had a brief relationship…one that was evidently quite steamy. With the personalities of the two women being what they were…that would hardly be surprising.
Michael’s face was hard at first as he stared back at Heather…then it softened as whispered…and then smiled at Michelle. His eyes flickered down to Karen for a moment, and his lips pursed before he looked back up at Heather and nodded. His mouth silently formed the words,
“Do it”
Heather smiled and her eyes twinkled as she nodded in reply…and she hunched her body further forward over her Karen
…Her Victim!
She eased the pressure of her thumbs that were pinching into Karen’s hard erect nipples…but then she suddenly leaned backwards sharply, dragging her fingernails up from beneath Karen’s breasts, over the soft flesh almost to the other woman’s shoulders, leaving eight pinkish-red furrows in her wake. Karen screamed and squirmed, helpless in Heather’s grip. She finally slumped forward as Heather pulled her hands away.
Leaning forward, Heather murmured in Karen’s ear,
“Give it up, you stupid slut…or they’ll be able to play checkers on your tits when I’m through with you!” “You are NOT getting out of here healthy…NOT until you let everyone in this penthouse know…YOU SUBMIT TO ME!
She reached forward and DUG HER NAILS into the insides of the busty Brit’s breasts, spreading them apart, her nails digging in but not quite hard enough to inflict further damage…at least not yet!
“Go on, say the words and it’ll be over!” “You can crawl back under the rock in London you came out from!”
”DO IT NOW!”
Karen’s jaw clenched tight…gritting her teeth…streaks of tears smearing her makeup and running down her cheeks. Her lips parted and she muttered something that Heather did not quite hear.
“What was that, bitch?”
She leaned forward a little more…
“Go on, speak up!” “Say it so they can ALL can hear you!
”Say…UNGH!!!”
Her words were cut off suddenly as Karen…somehow…managed to get a hand into her hair and wrench violently downwards. Heather screamed at the sudden pain in her scalp that made her own eyes fill with tears. She lost her balance and toppled to her right, falling to the floor alongside her enemy.
“I SAID…GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!” screamed Karen, rolling rapidly onto her side to face Heather. Her knee slammed up to catch Heather hard in her belly, right where her earlier kick had landed. Heather groaned, curled up to protect herself and rolled in the opposite direction to put some distance between them. How had the bitch managed to take that much punishment and come back from it? Fuck! One thing was certain – if she let Karen trap her and go to work on her, she was in for some brutal punishment herself. She scrambled to her knees, boosting herself away.
She almost made it, but then she heard a harsh grunt behind her and felt fingers snagged heather’s long wet hair dangling down along the curvature of her spine, grabbing the ends of a few strands! She had a passing thought that it was lucky she had chosen elasticized sides over tie sides, or she would probably have lost her bottoms entirely. Not that it mattered terribly much – she had finished fights nude in the past – but she was damned if she’d give this bitch the satisfaction of stripping her.
She kicked out hard behind her and felt her foot connect hard against soft flesh. Karen gave a grunt of pain and her on Heather’s bikini faltered. Heather launched herself away, pulling her bikini back up over her hip as she went. It might even be worth a bit extra in bonus money if she won the fight with at least part of her bikini intact.
That became a moot point a moment later, when Karen’s hand closed around her ankle, jerking her foot backwards. She pitched forward, only just getting her hands out to break her fall and prevent herself from slamming face-first into the floor. As it was, she landed hard, crushing her breasts beneath her body.
Heather thought to herself…
“Dammit! This bitch was UNBELIVEABLE!
Before she could boost herself up, Karen was upon her, fingers twisting into her hair, hauling her up to her knees as Heather SHRIEKED in pain! Her hands flew up to clutch at Karen’s wrists to alleviate the pain but that only opened her body to attack as the Brit spun on the ball of her right foot and her left knee arced around to smash into Heather’s left breast, flattening it against her ribs and dragging a loud “Awww!!!” of agony from her parted lips.
“What’s that you said?” snarled Karen as she reached up and tore her own disarranged bikini top off and threw it away from her.
“Payback’s a BITCH???” “You’re about to find out…cxnt!”
Again her knee pounded into Heather’s exposed body, lower this time, beneath her ribs. Heather hunched her body defensively, drawing an arm down across her torso, but it was a meager defense and her vengeful enemy hammered her belly, her toes driving deep into Heather’s already sore abs.
“Now I’m going to make an example out of YOU!” roared Karen.
She dragged the gasping Heather to her feet, stepping forward to pull her off balance as she did. In that fleeting moment though, she left herself open to a desperate move, and Heather took the opportunity. Shoving her left leg out behind her opponent, thrusting her left arm up to grasp Karen’s hair at the back of her head, she JERKED backwards with all her might! Karen’s back arched, and she took a step back to brace herself, but her foot caught on Heather’s outstretched leg and she tripped, falling backwards!!
”OOMMPPF!”
Karen’s fall dragged Heather down with her but Heather was ready for that, and once again she dropped to one knee, thrusting her raised left knee beneath Karen so that the Brit fell across it, her unyielding boney knee SLAMMING into the base of the other woman’s spine. Karen’s entire body SHUDDERED in a EXPLOSION of pain, and her hand fell free of Heather’s hair as all she seemed able to do was clutch in anguish and despair at the empty air…at NOTHING!
Heather let out a piercing cry of relief and triumph, wrenching hard on Karen’s hair to pull her head down on one side, and slamming the heel of her other hand down onto the swell of Karen’s mound through her tight-stretched thong, arching the other woman’s spine over her knee…adding to her agony.
“Nice try, BITCH, but NO CIGAR!” she breathed.
She drew her left fist back to her shoulder and drove it down into Karen’s exposed sweat soaked belly with a resounding SMACK! The other woman made a tormented, dry heaving sound and one arm clasped weakly at her devastated abs, but Heather simply altered her aim and slammed her right fist into the Brit’s soft tummy, twisting her knuckles as the punch SMACKED into the wet slick flesh…forcing another pained moan of pain from her rival.
”OMMPPH!”
”GUUUH!”
Karen’s heels STOMPED at the floor, but every movement made her cry out in pain from her tortured back, her brutalized belly, her blotched…bruised…battered breasts!! She screamed in pain, but still she refused to surrender, biting her lip, tears coursing down her red…flushed face!
“I can do this all night!” warned Heather with a lot less conviction than she felt earlier! She was in far better shape right now and not as injured…not taken as much of a beating as her opponent, but the punishment was beginning to take its toll on her! Her arms and legs felt like lead weights. She sent another punch ripping into Karen’s lower belly, just above her thong. The Brit’s legs bucked spastically, her thighs falling open. Heather shoved her hand between them, grasping her opponent tightly by her crotch, her fingers squeezing her enemy’s pudenda.
“Give, bitch! Give, or I SWEAR I’ll…”
She TWISTED her wrist just a little, to add gravity to the threat…
“NO!!!” Karen screamed out in frantic fear, raising a hand, palm open in supplication.
“NO, PLEASE!!!” She shook her head wildly!
“ENOUGH! ENOUGH!!! I give!” “You win…you…” Her voice trailed off into sobs.
Heather tried not to let the relief show on her face…but the exaltation she felt was obvious! This was not the longest fight of her career, but it was certainly one of the fastest paced and certainly the most intense she had ever fought. She tried not to think of the many times in the past minutes that she had thought it would be her, screaming out her urgent plea of submission.
She tipped Karen off her knee onto the floor, rising to her feet, clenching her teeth against the pain in her belly and chest.
She had won…she…had…won…
The realization, the renewed rush of adrenalin, almost overcame the fatigue in her muscles…but only almost. She wanted to collapse…to drop to her knees! It was over…though it wasn’t, not quite anyway.
No…not even CLOSE…
The Society had “expectations” of its winners. Michelle and Michael had explained that to her when they had first met, days ago. The show didn’t end with the fight…far from it. It didn’t end until the loser was driven from the room in shame. Heather had some ideas on how to make that happen in the “proper” Society manner.
Karen lay on her side, her shoulders shaking as the realization set in that all her effort, all her tenacity had been in vain.
All the hard work…all…a waste…
“I win,” repeated Heather. “God Damn right I do!” She raised her voice.
“FUCKING RIGHT I DO!”
She shoved Karen hard with her foot.
“Now prove it TO ME!” “crawl…BITCH!”
For a moment Karen did not move. She gave no indication she had even heard Heather.
“DO AS YOU’RE TOLD, LOSER!” Heather kicked at her again, then stepped back
Slowly, Karen rolled onto her belly and half-crawled, half dragged herself toward Heather, who extended her bare foot slowly.
“Kiss my toes…BITCH!” she ordered.
”SUCK ON THEM!!!!”
Karen stopped, trembling, and turned her tear-stained eyes up to gaze beseechingly at the victor. “No…don’t…” Her voice cracked into a sob. “Don’t make me…”
Karen then looked over at Michelle with desperate…pleading eyes….
Michelle started back…her dark brown eyes narrowing…not blinking…not wavering…as she shook her head disapprovingly at Karen…then raising her right hand up in front of her face…extending her right forefinger and placing it to her full lips…pursing them…
Karen’s eyes widened…first in disbelief…then in abject terror…she was being “shushed”…DISMISSED like a child…by her FRIEND?? Her gaze suddenly turned despondent and her head dropped as the tears rolled from her eyes and fell to the carpet below
Heather took a quick stride forward, bent, seized Karen’s hair and sent a wicked backhand across her face that snapped her head to the side and sent her reeling to the floor.
“DO AS YOU’RE TOLD!”
Karen lay for a moment, apparently stunned, but then she rolled onto her belly again and crept toward Heather once more, her head hanging in shame, her face hidden by the tangled screen of her hair. Heather remained motionless as the defeated fighter approached, as Karen’s wet…matted hair brushed her foot, anointing Heather’s skin with the sweat of defeat.
“I said MIND ME!” warned Heather…“MY TOES! ALL OF THEM!”
Karen hesitated again for a moment before she moved her head slightly, kissing her way along the top of Heather’s foot to her toes, then kissing each of them in turn…then sliding each one slowly…carefully…almost seductively…between her quivering lips…each toe glistening with her saliva as it emerged from her trembling lips. There she paused for a long moment…until Heather thought she would have to reinforce her victory yet again…but then Karen dropped her head with another sob…another whimper and her lips gently brushed Heather’s instep.
Heather laughed…
“At least you’re good for something!” she sneered. There was some muted laughter from the crowd…some cackles…
She smiled at them, noticing that the woman who had been rubbing her companion’s cock through his trousers earlier, was now locked in a tight clinch and grinding herself against him. She wasn’t the only one – there was numerous couples feeling each other up. It thrilled her that she had turned these people on, made them unbearably horny! She had done this with her victory. They were all over each other now…their primal lust taking them over… but SHE was the object of the crowd’s lust. Here and now, in this moment, she was the Queen of the room! She took a deep breath, her chest swelling, slicked with sweat as she stared with pride…and disgust… at her beaten foe.
She had the room in the palm of her hand, but she wanted to do something more, something that would make them never forget the spectacle she had created, make them always remember the sight of this bitch, fierce and powerful opponent as she had been, licking her feet like a puppy licked its mistress. A sudden thought sprang into her mind.
“Hey!”She shoved her foot hard into Karen’s face, not quite a kick but enough to force the exhausted…beaten…sobbing Brit off-balance and send her rolling onto her side.
“Puppy Dog!”
There was more laughter from the onlookers.
“Go and fetch your bikini top…oh…sorry…MY bikini top now!”
She grinned at the spectators closest to her…and they grinned back…salivating for more humiliation.
Karen blinked at her uncertainly for a moment, as though she did not understand, but then she rolled painfully onto all fours and crawled away, moving ponderously, her limbs limp and uncoordinated. She reached the spot, far across the rug, where her crumpled bikini top lay where she had hurled it, in the moment when it seemed she might have turned the tables on Heather…but failed. She reached out an arm to retrieve it but Heather barked at her,
“NO! Use your teeth MY little puppy dog!”
Karen stopped, remained motionless for another long pause before she bent her head and opened her mouth to close her teeth over the sweat-sodden fabric, lifting it in her teeth.
“Now, back here!” ordered Heather.
At a snail’s pace, her shoulders visibly shaking, Karen made her way back to where Heather waited for her. Heather stretched out her hand.
“Give!” and Karen obediently stretched her neck out, lifting her head, and dropped the bikini top into her hand. “Good puppy,” smiled Heather. She was enjoying the taunting, knowing that every time she called the bitch a puppy, it would twist the bitter knife of defeat in the other woman’s heart…the woman she hated…the woman she had wanted…desired…was POSSESSED with HUMILIATING for SO LONG!
Oh…but there was more…as Heather’s voice echoed throughout the penthouse…
“Of course, you’re still wearing the bottom part, aren’t you?” ”And you don’t deserve to be, do you?”
She walked in a slow circle around Karen as the sobbing Brit knelt, her head hanging low in shame once again.
“Better take it off, before you start thinking you’re worthy to be here.”
Standing behind Karen, she bent and hooked her fingers in the straps over her defeated rival’s hips, jerking harshly…violently…pulling the thong down to expose Karen’s shaven pussy…flushed dark now… her lips engorged and glistening with her own juices! She wriggled it down the Brit’s quivering thighs…then hauled harder, pulling it down further, jerking Karen’s knees from under here, dropping her onto her face again. Karen moaned audibly. The crowd laughed.
So did Heather…
.
She straightened up, the thong bunched in her hand along with the bikini top.
“Up on your knees, then!” she commanded. “Spread your legs wide!” ”Let them all get a look at you!” ”Let them see what a LOSER looks like!”
Karen wasted NO time now, but her shoulders still shook as she pushed herself up on her quivering elbows, then to her knees, her head low, long strewn blonde hair sweeping the rug, the tight cheeks of her firm rounded ass poking lewdly in the air. Heather walked a slow circle around her…hands on her hips…her chest heaving…her firm upturned breasts barely jiggling with her stride.
“THAT…Ladies and Gentlemen of The Society,” she smiled, assuming a more rarified and professional demeanor… “Is what we call a loser”
“She thought she was good enough to be here.”
She looked around her.
“Against somebody else, she might have been good enough, but she was unlucky tonight and she got ME to fight.”
“So now you can all see that’s she’s NOTHING more than a little PUPPY.”
She completed the circle, standing between Karen’s spread ankles. Karen knelt…trembling in shame. She was finished…well…almost. There was one thing left to do.
“Trouble is, she’s missing one thing.” “Every puppy needs a tail, don’t you think?”
She held up the beaten fighter’s discarded bikini.
“I know this is mine by right of conquest, but I don’t mind lending it back to her for a while…in a good cause.”
The room was utterly silent, all eyes upon her as she bent once more and pressed the bikini against Karen’s pouting pussy lips, parting them, opening her, pushing the scraps of fabric inside her. Karen groaned and squirmed, trying feebly to pull away. Heather slapped her savagely across the butt with her free hand.
”WHAP!”
“Keep STILL BITCH…take what’s coming to you!”
Karen stopped squirming and held herself motionless, though she breathed in anguished sobs and her fists clenched so tight that her knuckles were white.
Heather finished stuffing her enemy’s pussy with the bikini, and when she withdrew her hand, the top dangled obscenely between Karen’s thighs…indeed, just like a tail. She stood back to admire her handiwork.
“There, that’s better, hey?” She gazed about her. “What do you all think?” ”Think it suits her?”
There were a few cheers…a smattering of applause and some hoots of encouragement…then the applause began to grow slowly…like a tidal wave coming a shore…
“Well then…that’s it for you, Puppy Dog.” ”Nothing left for you here…not even table scraps…so get out!”
She shoved Karen in the ass with her foot. “Go on…get out of the room…on your knees!”
“YOU DON’T BELONG!”
Obediently, Karen pushed up onto her hands and knees, and began her make the slow, shameful crawl toward the edge of the arena, her ‘tail’ swinging perversely between her legs. The crowd parted to allow her to pass but as she left the rug, a slow handclap began that was soon taken up by the entire room, giving her a contemptuous sendoff that grew to a crescendo as she crawled through the crowd!
Heather stood watching, proudly, her head almost swimming with elation as she watched the woman who would have defeated her…who would have taken her place here…crawl in total…disgusting…abject…groveling…humiliation from the field of battle. The crowd closed in around Karen, so that Heather soon lost sight of her in the masses. She knew when the woman finally left the room however, since the entire audience turned to her and as one…and erupted into wild applause.
She had survived her Obsession…and conquered it…
Finale
It was at least an hour, perhaps two, later when Heather sat on one of two leather armchairs in the corner of her room, nursing a glass of red wine that had been urged upon her by one of the attendants, along with a half a dozen painkillers. She had protested only slightly – a long hot bath had done a little to soothe her bruises and aching muscles, but nowhere near enough. She was about to give the Jacuzzi a try to see if that wouldn’t help relieve some of the aches and pains.
Still, the lingering pain did nothing to dampen the joy of her victory.
Numerous people had come by to commend her on her win. Some of the women had accompanied their congratulations with warnings of “next time, it might be very different for you…you might be facing me’” or variations on that theme. Heather knew they might well be right… but while there would be a time for concern about the future…it would NOT be tonight.
Perhaps half an hour later, Heather sat immersed to just below her in the enormous whirlpool tub that took up most of the bathroom adjoining her dressing room, letting the jets of steaming water ease the aches in her battered muscles. She leaned her head back against a pillow on the edge of the tub, closed her eyes and just purred, trying to let her body go limp as she smiled to herself. Tonight’s victory had been a brutal…painful…nasty…hard-fought one…just as she had expected with Karen…but it had been HER victory…Heather’s VICTORY nonetheless.
A sound from the doorway startled her and made her turn her head and look behind her suddenly. Her eyes slowly opened as she blinked a few times through her self-induced fog to try and focus, then widening at what she saw. A broad smile came over her lips as she shoved up on the seat in the spa with her hands…wincing as she pushed her tired sore body up…her neck and shoulders coming up out of the steaming, bubbling water.
A tall, willowy, leggy brunette stood leaning on the doorframe, smiling at Heather. She was dressed in a white leather vest with nothing on under it and tight white leather pants, which seemed to almost be painted on her long legs. The leather pants hung low on her hips, her bare midriff exposed between the waistline of the pants and the bottom of the vest. The top two buttons of the leather vest were unfastened and the brunette’s cleavage was evident, her long chocolate brown hair dangling down over her shoulders, a few loose strands hanging over her forehead and almost into her large dark brown eyes. She held a bottle of champagne in one hand, and two crystal flute glasses in the other. Heather’s eyes roved over the other woman’s body from head to toe and back again. She smiled…
“Why Hello Chelley.”
Michelle returned her smile…her dark brown eyes widening and twinkling “Hello Heather. Congratulations.”
Heather met Michelle’s gaze and smiled…
“Thank you.”
Michelle held up the bottle and glasses. “I thought you might like some company to…celebrate your win.”
Heather’s smile broadened. “That would be fanfuckingtastic.” Her voice was dripping with sensuality, only enhanced by her western-Pennsylvania accent. She pushed herself up a little, her full breasts rising up above the water, her full breasts gleaming as the warm steamy liquid streamed off her perfectly shaped orbs. Heather drew her knees up and looked first at Michelle, and then to the tub, motioning with her head and eyes in a silent…seductive…”no words need be spoken” invitation that needed absolutely no explanation…none
Michelle crossed the room in two strides. She then sat down on the tiled edge of the tub. She sat the bottle of Dom Perignon on a small glass table by the Jacuzzi, then setting the glistening glasses still in her other hand next to the chilled silver bucket filled with ice that occupied the middle of the glass tabletop.
As Michelle sat, Heather noticed that Michelle was carrying a leather bag over her right shoulder. Michelle looked at Heather, smiling as she reached in the bag and pulled out a red lacquered wooden box with the gold seal of The Society on top and placed it on her lap.
She smiled graciously. “Thank you.” Her eyes were drawn to the contents of Michelle’s lap, and she saw that she noticed from the slight smile that formed on her full sensual lips.
“Errr…What is it?”
Michelle smiled…leaning her forearms on the edge of the tub…her eyes meeting Heather’s as she leaned towards her…speaking softly…
“Since I’m the Society’s Vice Chairman and President of Business and Marketing…the pleasure….and it is a pleasure…falls to me to present you with the…”
Michelle smiled more broadly. “…Spoils of Victory.”
She then handed the box to Heather...
Heather sat up a little more in the Jacuzzi and took it, a quizzical look on her face, her right eyebrow arching.
“What’s this?”
“Open it, and find out,” Michelle replied…the corners of her sensual mouth tuning up a little…as she tilted her head a bit to the side…then biting her lower lip…
Heather set the box on the edge of the tub and carefully lifted the lid. Inside, nestling in the royal blue silk lining, was a neatly folded scrap of dark red silken cloth. Heather frowned for a moment…her eyes then lighting up as she then looked at Michelle.
“It looks like…”
“…Karen’s bikini,” Michelle finished the sentence for her. “Consider it a token of Michael’s and my appreciation. It’s yours by right of conquest…it’s also a sacred Society tradition.”
“You will also notice an envelope in there too”
“Consider it a “momento” of sorts…and a gift symbolizing your win and celebrating your experience”
“There is more in that envelope in terms of a “prize”…something you can use to “spend” your time in New York…and a lot more…in a manner befitting a champion”
Heather squealed in delight, her eyes sparkling as she held up what was left of Karen’s bikini up in front of her eyes.
“I did it!”
“I really did it!
She sat the bikini top back in the box and picked up the envelope…opening it carefully and pulling out the check inside…her eyes growing as big as saucers…
OH MY GOD!”
She then looked up and saw Michelle had already unbuttoned her leather vest and pulled it open…draping it out the outside of her heaving pert breasts…her perfect small pinkish-brown nipples…hard and erect as her now bare chest heaved. Michelle was bending over reaching down and unfastening her leather slacks…as she looked up at Heather…smiling…whispering…
“That’s not all you’re going to DO…”
Heather smiled and looked up at Michelle….
“Let’s get busy then…shall we?”
THE END
