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I've been honoured by Tiffany's request to write up her story idea , Fantasy Hotel (http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,32187.0.html). Here is chapter 1
Tiffany volunteers
Tiffany lay completely spent, her washboard flat tummy and tanned breasts heaving as she panted for breath. A few moments later she turned, propping herself up on one arm. "Heidi, what happened?"
Heidi slapped the slender brunette's face and pushed her over onto her back again. "We made love, silly girl!" She lowered her face to Tiffany's and began kissing. Her left hand caressed her lover's flank.
"No, oh no! Heidi...not now, I couldn't! You've exhausted me! Please, no! I've never cum so much, never had so much happen as tonight. It was wild, but I’m so tired. I have to work tomorrow and so do you!" She tried to brush Heidi’s hand away.
Heidi changed tack. Her lips suckled and nibbled on Tiffany’s nipples. “Heidi, stop...please!” Heidi stroked Tiffany’s thighs. “Please stop!”
“Are you sure you want me to stop?” Heidi teased, each word punctuated by a lick on her lover’s nipples. Heidi’s hand stroked nearer and nearer to Tiffany’s sex.
“Please, please stop...ohhh!” Tiffany’s plea broke off as she tried to stifle a whimper.
Knowing her pressure would prevail, Heidi continued her assault, kissing and nibbling Tiffany’s breasts, stroking her legs till Tiffany could resist no more. She moaned, a long wailing sigh that grew as Heidi thrust her fingers deep inside Tiffany’s sex.
After what seemed to her to be eons of time, Tiffany rolled away from Heidi. “What...what brought this on?” she panted. “You were relentless! You’ve never been like this, never so demanding, so forceful. What the...?” Tiffany broke off, seeing something she’d never before noticed in Heidi’s eyes, something that made her both fear, and lust for, her lover. Until now, she had been the one in control. Heidi had – on the few occasions when the lovers had an argument – always given in. Tiffany had been the leader, the instigator in their couplings. But now? Tiffany shivered. "What happened, babe? "
“What do you mean?” smiled Heidi, also breathless. “I told you what happened. We made love”
Again Tiffany shivered slightly at the steely tone. She mumbled something and looked up.
"Its ok, I know what you mean." Heidi kissed her nose. "What turned me on so?" She patted Tiffany's face. "I was at David Amery's party last night. Yes...you know...don't pout. I invited you too." She slapped Tiffany's butt lightly but firmly enough to make her lover bite her tongue to stifle a yelp. "David seemed to have a new girlfriend - Becca Buchan. She was helping him with the food and drink and they were welcoming people together and spent most of the early part of the night arm in arm - unless she was in the kitchen. She was in the skimpiest costume...sort of a French maid thing, which didn't really suit her.
"She got into an argument with another girl, a blonde, and it developed into a fight. It started mild, the two girls milled round slapping and pulling hair, pushing and clawing at each other. It soon got a lot more nasty though. Becca seemed to be winning. She was clearly experienced. She punched hard...dragged her enemy to the ground. The other girl - I never did catch her name - struggled, she clawed at Becca's face, her bare skin - and there was a lot of that too. She used her knees. It didn't seem to help her much.
After a few minutes Becca had the blonde on her back, seemingly exhausted. I was sure Becca had it in the bag. The blonde was tough but she didn’t have the stamina to compete with an experienced fighter like Becca seemed to be. I could tell Becca thought so too. She looked so confident, so strong and powerful.
“But I was wrong. The blonde came back and she was just too strong. It was Becca who lacked stamina. The blonde finished her off by kneeing her in the cxnt.” Heidi’s voice had taken on a wistful, faraway tone. “She left this seemingly powerful, strong, confident brunette a sobbing mess. The party was all over for Becca. She went upstairs, showered and went home humiliated.
Hun...it was such a turn on! Not just the fight, though that was hot, watching two sexy women battle it out physically. It wasn’t even that I could sense their fear, their anger, their hatred and determination. No...more than that, it was the power exchange, how the host's girl ended up losing everything. I'm sure David won't date her again. And the blonde...she had it all. At that moment, she could have had any man - or woman - she wanted. She was so sexy...queening it.”
Tiffany gulped. What was Heidi saying - that she would have screwed the blonde if the blonde wanted her to? She didn't want to know that! She curled up, mumbling to herself.
“I guess you're right Tiff...its time we were asleep.” Heidi kissed her briskly and rolled over onto her side, her back towards Tiffany.
Tiffany lay there for an hour or more, unable to go to sleep, her mind racing. She felt vulnerable, threatened by Heidi's delight in watching the fight, but even more so by the memory of how that fight had made Heidi so wild, so powerful – yes, she admitted to herself - so dominant in bed. Heidi had said how sexy the winner looked. Tiffany had heard the desire in her voice. The thought that Heidi might leave her for the winner was almost too painful to think about. She – Tiffany - wanted to be Heidi's object of desire, that strong, confident, powerful, sexy woman that Heidi lusted after - not some blonde slut.
All the next day, Tiffany stewed over Heidi's comments. They met for coffee after work as they always did before boarding the L and going home together. Tiffany felt that her lover was looking at every woman who came near them, appraising her, thinking how she would go in a fight, whether she would beat that blonde, who came up again over that cup of coffee.
It was after dinner when Heidi sat in her chair reading that Tiffany spoke. “Heidi...you liked that fight?”
Heidi looked up at her over her reading glasses. “Uh huh.”
Tiffany took a deep breath and continued, “Would you like to see another?”
Heidi was on the verge of saying ‘not really, it was a once off affair’. It was something she had never expected to see and thought would never happen again. Then she saw Tiffany's face, white under her tan. She stopped and smiled. “Yes...very much. It was such a turn on, especially - as I said last night - the power exchange, seeing the confident Becca trashed, the blonde so strong, so sexy. Oh yes!”
Tiffany trembled. Her voice dropped. “Heidi, would you...” Her voice failed her.
"Go on sweets," Heidi looked over at her. Tiffany had been edgy all day – something was clearly on her mind. Heidi thought she knew what was distressing her. Were her suspicions about to be confirmed?
“Would you like to see me fight?” Tiffany’s words came out in a rush. “I'd fight for you. I'd be your champion.”
Heidi smiled. She already had her answer prepared. “Yes hun...I'd like that very much.” She stood up, walked over to Tiffany and kissed her. “You'd do that for me? Fight for me?”
Tiffany nodded.
Heidi patted Tiffany's cheek lovingly. “Thanks sweetie. You have no idea how much that means to me.”
*****
A week later, Tiffany came into the cafe and sat down next to Heidi. “Look what I've found!” She passed a brochure over.
Heidi read it. "A fantasy hotel...you come, you live out your fantasies.” She smiled as she looked up at Tiffany. “And just what did you have in mind, sweetie?” Heidi was confident she knew the answer.
Tiffany confirmed it. “I’d fight for you. I want to fight some other girl. Yes, I've called the hotel. Apparently it's not an unusual request. The receptionist said she was sure she'd find someone who'd be happy to fight me in a week or so. And yes...I'd do it for you.”
Heidi smiled. “What are you waiting for? Go ahead, make the reservations.”
my thanks to The Scribbler for editorial assistance
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Tiffany shivered. "What happened, babe? "
“What do you mean?” smiled Heidi, also breathless. “I told you what happened. We made love”
Usually, it's pretty easy to tell, no? ;D
But what a promising start for this story. I can just see Tiffany taking on the task of beating up another woman just to impress her own girlfriend. Wow!
Looking forward to this.
Marie
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I agree, it was extremely hot...
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Yummy!!
I can't wait to fight this other girl for you Heidi. I will show you what a real women can do baby!! Get ready to be fully entertained!
Here we are together everyone.. Kisses Heidi!
ommg please have them start off in attire similar to what the blonde has in this pic! Her tight form fitting jeans are super sexy for a fight. And please keep up the excellent work with the low blows. I've read this story several times because of the sweet cheap shot given to the brunette. Thanks.
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Ooooh, very sexy start to this story, Jenn! Am jealous of you, Tiff, having Jenn write for you - can't wait to see how this develops further - hmmm! :P :P ;)
Regarding the story & your itching to please Heidi: from experience - sometimes one must be careful what one wishes for - but am sure you'll handle that blonde bimbo quite easily! Tee hee! ::) :D
Hugs
Kayla
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A great start which has me wanting more. I can see Tiffany dominating the blonde girl but taking her time in doing so for Heidi to drink it in. Will be anxiously waiting the next chapter.
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Jenn, your expertise has created a splendid story... Now we are all waiting to see what Tiffany is able to do for her lover...
Thanks
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Wow what a great start. I can see this being a great battle of brunette vs blonde cant wait for more.
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what a lovely sexy story....I wanna know who's gonna be the big girl that's going against you....but really didn't know you're Heidi's bitch.
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what a lovely sexy story....I wanna know who's gonna be the big girl that's going against you....but really didn't know you're Heidi's bitch.
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Love the story set up, but I should be the Heidi you should be fighting for... I would gladly take on HeidiKat to get you into my bed Tiff!!!
i would totally sink my claws into you and rip off your little top to get to her first ;)
i love fighting over a hotter girl or competing to see who d
WOW! That matchup has serious potential of melting the site due to the HOT!ness factor.
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Quite the buildup Tiffany should be very hot and exciting ;) ~Melissa
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Hot story! I cant wait to see how it will continue!
Congratulation Jenn, you are a awesome writer!
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Absolutely awesome idea and couldn't have picked two better girls. Both Tiff and Heidi are two of the hottest girls here. I cant wait to see where this story goes. I love both the hot sex between these two and I hope Heidi leads Tiffany into many cat fight adventures. I have a female friend and I've aways fantasized about us walking into a bar and finding the hottest girl there and having my friend pick a fight with her, so this idea is right up my alley. I just hope some good strap on action might work it's way into the story and maybe a three way with one of Tiffany's opponents. Speed
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Wendy's fantasy realised
“Have some more Merlot,” Vic Hely-Hutchinson leaned forward, topping up Wendy Griffith’s glass. He poured himself some more, too. “We’re taking a cab back to your apartment.” A moment later, he pushed his plate back. “The George does this well.”
Wendy sipped her wine, buying time to respond. She knew that to say what she thought – that the food was too rich and the presentation pretentious – would not be appreciated. Vic prided himself on his sophistication. . He would remind her – yet again – of who and what she was. Yes, she was a naïve, unsophisticated office worker from Freeport Illinois, but she didn't need to hear that again and especially not from Vic.
She took another sip. “The wine is excellent. Thank you for this evening.” She too leaned forward and stroked Vic's arm languidly. “Not that it’s over yet.” Her smile broadened.
Vic’s smile matched hers. “A pleasure, Wendy. It’s always a pleasure to entertain you.”
Wendy let her smile touch her eyes. She looked around what she could see of the opulent restaurant from the booth that provided privacy to the couple. No-one was paying them any attention. She turned back to Vic. “Just like it’s my pleasure to –” She slid her foot forward under the table, stroking her bare toes up his inner thigh as she brushed back her long blonde mane and smiled to emphasize the word “– entertain you.”
Wendy bit her tongue to stop herself from smirking as Vic’s face reddened and he spluttered. She might be naive and unsophisticated like he was so fond of reminding her, she thought to herself without saying the words aloud. She didn’t know what the expression ‘double entendre’ meant till he had told her, but she knew how to make her words have two meanings, and knew how to use that trick to get her point across. Sophisticated or not, she was nowhere near as naïve as Vic liked to think she was, and right now she had him right where she wanted him.. A little flash of her boobs, a little rub on his crotch and he was choking on his wine, his eyes glued to her cleavage.
Aloud she said with just the right of concern in her voice “Vic, are you ok? Your face is beet red! Did something go down the wrong way? Here, let me thump your back.” She half-stood and leaned right over the table and her still spluttering lover, slapping his back and, as though by accident, stroking his face with her breasts, barely confined in her clinging black dress.
A few moments later, Vic had regained his breath if not his composure. Their waiter came by and he called for coffee. “Wendy, remember last week, when I couldn’t meet you?” Wendy did – she’d assumed he was having dinner with his wife. “Well, I called in for a drink at the bar before going home. I often do that on Friday nights.”
Wendy smiled inwardly, thinking that he was story-telling to gain himself some time to get his head together. She had him confused. Even now his eyes kept flicking down to her pushed up breasts.
She pricked up her ears as he went on, “There was a girl there…she reminded me of you – hot, sexy, flashy dresser. She was way out of place – all the other women in the bar were conservatively dressed, professional types. She was a flaming, smoking torch among candles” Wendy wondered if he knew just how much of a dick he sounded when he talked like that. “I was surprised when she came up to our group…amazed when she sat down and snuggled up to one of my friends and joined in our conversation. It seemed she – her name was Elena and my friend Malcolm had met her somewhere – seemed to think they were a couple. At first I didn’t believe it. I didn’t think he’d look twice at her – she was just some office girl, after all.”
Wendy kept her face expressionless. Just some office girl – just like her. That would have stung if she cared about Vic, but this was just a mutually convenient arrangement. Both of them got what they wanted from the relationship – if that was the right word for it. She got a ticket into a world that she would never otherwise get to see, and he got to fuck her. It was an acceptable bargain – for now, anyway.
Vic continued. “I thought Malcolm already had a girlfriend, a woman named Margot. I’d seen them together a lot and assumed they were an item. Margot clearly thought so too. She came up while Elena was off at the bathroom and sat with Malcolm.
"Anyway, when Elena came back, all hell broke loose. She marched right up to Margot and slapped her three or four times on the face. Surprisingly, Margot went for her too, and the two of them began to fight, right there in the bar.
"Of course, we couldn’t have that in the H H Richardson. The bar staff quickly grabbed them both and stopped it. I thought Elena would be marched out, never to be seen again. Her type didn’t belong there. But no – Margot challenged her to continue the fight outside in the back alley. Elena accepted and we all went out to watch. Elena turned out to be just the alley cat I thought she was. She fought dirty and positively destroyed Margot in less than ten minutes.” There was a curious excitement in his voice. There was a faraway look in his eyes as though he was reliving the moment in his mind’s eye. He licked his lips.
“To the victor go the spoils. Elena and Malcolm left together while the rest of us helped poor Margot. Peter Balfour took her back to his place where Peter’s girlfriend looked after her.
“I was amazed, I found the fight…” He was struggling to find the words, which was surprising. Vic was rarely at a loss for words. “…stimulating…exciting…enthralling. I should have been disgusted but the sheer animalism, the primal…fighting lust… the girls displayed was unbelievably arousing. They fought like animals. I couldn’t help thinking of you, fighting Elena and beating her as badly as she beat Margot. Darling it was so arousing, so stimulating.” He had the same look on his face that he got when she undressed – slowly – for him in the privacy of her apartment. She knew he was hard beneath the table. “I wanted you there and then.” He swallowed hard. “And I want you now! Let’s go.” He paid the bill and they left.
*****
“He was hornier than I’ve ever seen him – and that’s saying something!” Wendy sipped her coffee the following afternoon, after work. “He woke me up at least six times last night, demanding sex. Damn, Michelle…I’m worn out!” She glanced across the kitchen table at the tall blue eyed brunette.
“I don’t know why you stay with him,” replied Michelle. “He’ll never marry you; He’d never divorce his wife. You’ll never be more than his mistress and you know he’ll discard you sooner or later, just like a worn out overcoat.”
Wendy shrugged. “Honey, you’re assuming I want him to marry me. I don’t. He’s a stuck-up but he’s rich and he’s generous. He buys me jewelry and nice clothes. He pays half the rent on my apartment. Even though he’s an arrogant jerk, he’s cultured and sophisticated. I’ve learnt a lot and made a lot of contacts from being with him. He takes me places – the opera, the theatre, concerts.”
Michelle snorted dismissively, her arm bangles jingled. “Only when his wife isn’t around, and never when he thinks he might meet any of his friends. Doesn’t his story about this girl Elena tell you what he thinks of you? He thinks you’re just like her – what did he say? Just some office worker! Fuck him! Wendy, you can do so much better.”
She squeezed Wendy’s arm gently. “Please understand, baby…I’m not jealous. You seeing him doesn’t affect us. I really want to see you do well, and it’s good that he’s showing you all this culture…but you don’t need him! Finish your course, get your degree! I know you’re working on it and you’re close! Then you can get a better job, move up in the world on your own, and dump Vic the Prick before he dumps you!”
“Believe me, I intend to…but not just yet.” Wendy stirred her coffee thoughtfully. “For the moment, it suits me to keep him around. I won’t pretend that he’s much fun to be with – sometimes I want to slap him, he’s so arrogant – though the places we go and the things we do are certainly fun. But he’s intelligent and he's hot in bed.” She reached across to caress Michelle’s cheek, and smiled. “Not as hot as you, hun…and besides, sex is different with men. It’s good…just in a different way.”
Michelle smiled. “Don’t I know it.”
“But that's not what I wanted to talk about,” continued Wendy. “I told you what Vic said about the fight.”
“Yes, you did.”
“How thinking about me being in that fight turned him on?”
“Yes… You know he was really thinking of you fighting his wife.”
“Yes I do know that…” Wendy smiled into Michelle’s eyes. “But what he said turned me on too! Even at the time, I was excited listening to him going on about it – though I wasn’t letting on, of course. He was horny enough as it was! I was thinking about it in the shower this morning after he left, and I got even hotter.” She winked. “You can imagine what happened."
Michelle smiled knowingly.
"Anyway, I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day. I keep replaying it over and over in my head – me fighting some other woman. Imagine how hot that would be!”
Michelle looked doubtful. “I can imagine you getting badly hurt…that’s much more likely. Have you ever even been in a fight?” She shook her head. “I don’t want to see you all bloody, baby.”
It was Wendy’s turn to shake her head. “Don’t be silly, that wouldn’t happen. I’d make sure I fought somebody like me…not some professional fighter.”
“How do you plan to ensure that?”
Wendy beamed at her. “That’s the best part. I did a little checking online – it was a slow afternoon in the office – and guess what I found?” She paused for effect, and then continued, “There’s a fantasy resort that lets people act out all kinds of different fantasies…this one included! They’ll take care of everything…finding an opponent; setting up the match…they can even arrange an audience! Here, look at this website."
" 'Fantasy Hotel Falconbridge" Michelle read from the site"...Indulge your greatest fantasy- anything goes (well almost anything we do not encourage you to break the law) once a month at the Falconbridge resort' “hmmm..."stay in the Victorian Gothic mansion"...we help you to fulfil your fantasy. ..." She looked up. "Ok so it all sounds good,
“The thing is,” Wendy squeezed Michelle’s hand, “I wouldn’t be fighting for Vic. I’d be fighting for you. Vic maybe watching, but I’d be doing it for you. . It would be such a hot thing to do. I want to show you just how much I love you. I’ve thought about doing something like this for you for ages.
Michelle was thoughtful for a moment. “It does sound hot…and Vic the Pick does have a great big dick.” They both laughed, but then Michelle went on. “But it sounds expensive too. What would something like that cost?”
Wendy grinned. “Not our problem. It’ll be on Vic’s dime.” She winked. Then she laughed aloud. “I know Vic’s movements better than he does. I’ll book a weekend he’s busy, some charity event his wife will want him at. With luck he won’t realize the double booking till too late!”
“You are so bad,” Michelle giggled, hugging Wendy tightly. They collapsed in laughter.
I thank Wendy (Blondiecatfights) for her suggestions, the Scribbler for his helpful editing, Tiffany for her great idea (and hope that I have not messed it up too much ) and you the readers for your comments. Next chapter, The Rivals Meet.
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Hot stuff, Jenn. You're setting this one up so very well....... ;)
Marie
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Tiff hope your ready to loose your pride and dignity soon I will own you in front of everyone including Hedi as she will watch you fall at my feet humbled.
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Oooh, things are heating up nicely for the confrontation - can't wait! ;D ;)
Hugs
Kayla
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oh tiff it is Heidi that will be stroking Vics cock as you watch on in your new collar and leash maybe Heidi will let you have some left overs bitch.
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chapter 3 may be a few days off as I have to travel for work in the next day or so
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Great work...so far...Jenn! Nice concept and I am loving this!
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*hugs*
J
xoxo
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oh tiff it is Heidi that will be stroking Vics cock as you watch on in your new collar and leash maybe Heidi will let you have some left overs bitch.
You're a fucking bimbo blondie!! You'll never beat a real women like me. Look at you, you're flat chested with a flabby body, no way you'd win!
Just be ready to pleasure me until I'm satisfied, slut! Oh please you brunette tramp it will be you pleasuring Michele and I when I finish with you my to be new found pet Cant wait to strip your lame ass in front of everyone showing how pathetic your are honey.
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Tiffany you whore after I finish ruining you Heidi will see the real women and leave you for me a real women you begging at my feet as own you.
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I'm sorry I've been slow in writing this but work has been constantly demanding (I even had to work on Sunday which I hate doing) but I have some more time in the next days and promise to finish chapter 3 soon.
Thank you for your patience.
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Jenn, this is one of your best stories. You capture what is so hot about fighting. I can't wait to read the rest.
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I'm sorry to say that this story isn't going anywhere for the moment. My apologies to all concerned.
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“Ï can’t believe how easily you extracted Vic’s money from him for a weekend away, when he can’t even come,” Michelle smiled. “I can’t believe it…but I am grateful.”
“It was easy,” replied Wendy. “Like I said, I know his diary better than he does. I got him all hot about the fight and told him about this place…he was drooling.” She laughed. “Even if he had known his schedule, he’d have been too horny to think straight.”
“You are so bad,” Michelle giggled, looking around her. “This is some place…all pretension! It looks so old money…so baronial! ! Vic would have loved it!”
“He’s not here to see it, but at least he’s paying for you and me. This sure is a great place,. Let’s go check it out.”
They did, and it took them an hour, at the end of which they finished their exploration over a coffee.
*****
Heidi sipped her own coffee at another table not far away as she surreptitiously eyed the newcomers. The two women – one blonde and athletic, the other brunette – were obviously a couple and they had arrived from Chicago today. She watched them out of the corner of her eye as she eavesdropped on their conversation. Wendy and Michelle– yes, Wendy was Tiffany’s opponent, and Michelle was the woman whose email the resort had sent Heidi when she registered Tiffany as a fighter.
She kept watching and listening. It was clear from the way they looked at each other, from their body language – how they touched one another's hands and forearms – that beneath the chatter, they were deeply devoted to each other. She could also sense their excitement about the fight. Wendy was clearly highly motivated to win, Michelle was excited about the prospect of her lover fighting for her.
She looked up as the grandfather clock that towered over the coffee lounge struck eleven. Had she been here that long? She wondered, with a twinge of guilt, what Tiffany was doing, so scurried off to their suite. There she found Tiffany sitting in her bathrobe, flicking channels with the remote.
“You look bored. You should have come with me for coffee.”
Tiffany shrugged disinterestedly. “No thanks.”
“No, you really should have. I’m sure I met your opponent.”
Instantly Tiffany straightened up and looked directly at Heidi. “Where? How? Did you talk to her?”
“No, Tiffany. I didn't talk to – ”
“Then how did you know it was her?” Tiffany interrupted.
Heidi shrugged. “I just listened to their conversation. I worked it out.”
“They?” Again Tiffany interrupted.
“Yes, 'they' – your opponent and her girlfriend.”
“What’s she like? The one I’m going to fight, not the girlfriend.”
“Slim, blonde, athletic. She’s taut, there's no fat on her…her tummy is as flat as your's. You can see she has muscles – but no, she’s' not one of those weird weightlifters, all muscle and brawn.” Heidi waved away Tiffany's attempted interruption. “She’s very feminine. Perky breasts - I'd guess not more than a 36C. Perfect body. Platinum blonde hair – I’m sure it’s natural– cascading way down past her shoulders. Flawless, tanned skin. Her name's Wendy.”
Looking at her lover, Heidi smiled inwardly, knowing just how agitated Tiffany was. She went on, “Her girlfriend – Michelle – is just as hot. She’s a tall, willowy brunette, smoldering dark eyes, a little paler than Wendy, just as slim, perhaps not quite as athletic looking but she'd impress in any gym. Great skin and – -what I could see of them – great legs too.”
Tiffany made some incoherent sound.
“Oh…you want to know how I knew who they were? That wasn’t hard. They were the only girl couple there, and yes they had guys ogling them. They talked about their trip from Chi town, and that got me wondering. Then they started talking in lower voices about Wendy's fight tomorrow. They were so sexy, just talking.”
“I want to rip her apart!” Tiffany hissed. Her fists were clenched.
“You'll have to wait till tomorrow for that!” Heidi retorted archly. “And,” she smiled broadly, “Wendy wants to rip you apart, just as much!”
“But...” Tiffany’s voice trailed off and her shoulders slumped. “It almost sounds...”
“It almost sounds as though I think she might too…that's what you're thinking, isn’t it Tiff!?” Heidi bit her tongue. In their relationship, Tiffany had always been the one in charge. She had always bossed Heidi around. However, since she had first told Tiffany about seeing Becca Buchan fight and lose so totally – less than a month ago –things had changed. As far as Heidi was concerned, it was a change for the better. She had wrong footed Tiffany, who was defensive and on edge, obliging, obedient and even –though Heidi hadn’t thought of the word till then – submissive to Heidi. That Tiffany was prepared– no, eager – to fight for Heidi showed just how submissive she had become. Heidi liked her lover’s new attitude.
Tiffany looked up and met her lover’s gaze. Again she saw the difference in Heidi that she had sensed over the last few weeks – more confident, more assertive. She didn’t think that was an entirely bad thing, though it was a little disquieting.
Now though, she had a new worry. Heidi seemed to think Wendy and Michelle were hot. Was she into them? No – that didn’t bear thinking about. Tiffany tried to put it out of her mind. She failed. She couldn’t help thinking, from the way Heidi talked, the glint in her eye when she described the two women, that Heidi might be turned on by Wendy or Michelle – or both. That was more than disquieting. That was disturbing. She felt her body trembling, and took a deep breath, letting it out in a long sigh.
Suddenly she felt Heidi’s hands on her shoulders, pushing her back onto the bed. “Hey, what are you doing?”
Heidi smiled into her eyes. “Nothing you don’t want, Tiffany.”
Tiffany trembled again, for an entirely different reason as she sensed the steel in Heidi’s voice, the frost in her smile. She looked up, just as Heidi’s hands opened her robe. “Oh!” Heidi knelt over her and she gasped as Heidi’s fingers captured a nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. Her louder gasp, as Heidi’s other hand trailed down her body, parting her thighs, was cut off as Heidi bent her head and her mouth enveloped Tiffany’s in a passionate kiss. Tiffany broke the kiss by swinging her head to one side. She gasped air into her lungs, moaning softly as Heidi began to stroke her clit.
A few moments later Heidi thrust two fingers into Tiffany’s now wet slit, cutting off her lover’s feeble panting protests with another long kiss. “Help me, Tiff, “she instructed as she moved up over Tiffany and positioned her thighs around Tiffany’s head. Tiffany obediently slid Heidi’s panties down. “Lick me out.”Heidi commanded and again, Tiffany meekly complied.
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The next morning, Heidi rose early, leaving Tiffany still sound aslepp. “Poor love,” she thought. “Sleep now. You didn't sleep much last night – too agitated, I guess.” She decided to go for a walk, looking for potential sites for the fight. It had to be public, since the resort owners had told her that people wanted to watch the match, though the exact location was up to the two combatants.
Thinking about the coming fight, she rounded a corner and almost collided with another woman. She looked up, and her eyebrows lifted slightly in recognition. “Hello Michelle.” She smiled. “Are you looking for the same thing I am?” She enjoyed the look of total surprise and confusion on Michelle's face, and giggled slightly at the speechless brunette. “I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Heidi…I'm Tiffany's second.” She thought how apt the old dueling word was, since it was seconds who arranged the duels beforehand, and also helped the duelists. “I think I’ve found the perfect site for the contest- right there.” She pointed at the oversize - 10 lanes wide – Olympic swimming pool.
“You’re confused, aren’t you, Michelle?” She smiled more broadly, enjoying the moment more and more. “I hope your girl – Wendy, isn’t it?– is a little quicker than you, or the fight will be over before it starts. Tiff will whip her ass while Wendy’s still trying to get her first blow in. That would be such a shame – for the crowd, anyway.” Michelle looked from her to the pool, then back again. “You still haven’t worked it out have you? The two girls fight on that big float.” Again, Heidi pointed.
“It’s so small. It can’t be any more than 10 ft by 10 ft.”
“That’s true – nowhere to run. Wendy won’t be able to get away from Tiffany. Even if she is faster on her feet than you are in your head.”
Stung, Michelle snapped back, "It won’t be Wendy who needs to get away!”
“You sure about that? Okay…let’s have a little side bet on the outcome, just to liven things up for us. No one else needs to know.”
“Oh?”Michelle was suspicious.
“Yes. The loser has to sleep with the winner and her partner for the night.” Heidi smiled languidly as Michelle gasped.
“Scared, are you? Scared Wendy will lose?” Heidi pressed her advantage.
“No!” Michelle spat.
“Well then…what have you got to lose?” Heidi taunted sneeringly
Michelle hesitated for a moment, her face reddening, before she snapped, “Ok…it’s a deal!” Michelle snapped. She looked out at the pool again, obviously thinking hard. “What time do you want this fight?”
“Midday, so long as it suits the resort. Shall we go and see them? After you then.”Heidi curtsied mockingly.
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“I haven’t met Tiffany yet, but her partner is a complete bitch!” Michelle paced around the room. “She kept sneering…taunting…teasing.”
“So she got the better of you, one time,” replied Wendy dismissively. “Never mind, sweetie, I’ll just have to make sure I get the better of Tiffany, when it matters.” Wendy avoided Michelle’s gaze. She knew just how much Michelle hated being called ‘sweetie’ – she said it belittled her, that it was treating her as if she was a child. Wendy smiled to herself. She was playing Michelle, just as she had played Vic earlier. Then she was suddenly serious. She wouldn’t beat Tiffany by these sorts of mind games, but only by a hard physical brawl. “Bring it, bitch,” she muttered under her breath as she mentally checked off what she wanted to bring to the fight –towel, liniment, antiseptic cream, waterproof suntan oil – not that she would need it to tan, but it would make her slippery and harder to hold onto.
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In another wing of the resort Tiffany too was making her own final preparations. She had already packed all that she needed, and was kneeling, meditating, concentrating her mind, spirit and body, ready for the clash. She too muttered quietly“Bring it” almost as a mantra.
My thanks to Tiffany for asking me to write this, to Wendy and Tiffany for being part of it, to The Scribbler for his patient editing and great help in making this a much better story than it would otherwise have been and to you the readers who comment on it and encourage me to keep going.
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Mmmm, building up nice & hotly. Like the 2 couples involved ... looking fwd to seeing the conclusion! ;D
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Looks as if you're working up to an epic battle, Jenn.
Can't wait to read it. :)
Marie
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So are we doing this or what???
This blonde bitch is mine!!
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Tiffany Darling, I believe Jenn is doing this. We be rockin'....
Good!! How do you think I should finish this slut Scrib?? :D
maybe kick her between the legs and laugh at the pained look on her face. Or maybe she will do it to you first lol
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oh tiff I have so waited to beat and strip you in front of your girlfriend maybe even use her for a toy after I finish you off
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This chapter is a joint effort by the Scribbler with input from Tiffany (and they did most of the better parts) and me (who wrote only the basic framework). We hope you enjoy.
Wendy flushed as she and Michelle stepped down off the broad terrace onto the expansive patio that surrounded the pool. “You agreed to me fighting on that?” She looked at the inflatable float, padded with a thick rubber mat, that sat in the center of the pool. She looked skeptically at her lover, shaking her head doubtfully. “There's no room to maneuver.”
"Funny you should mention that,” said a voice immediately behind them. “Your girl here said much the same thing, earlier.”
Wendy whirled round to face a grinning Heidi. “I wasn't talking to you!”
“I didn't say you were,” replied Heidi smoothly. Tiffany stood behind her, a sheer black cover-up over her white bikini. Her eyes were narrowed into slits as she regarded Wendy coldly in hostile appraisal. “But you might want to speak a little more softly if you don't want to be overheard.”
Wendy’s lip curled as she turned her gaze to Tiffany. She took a deep breath and her chest swelled beneath her zebra-striped bikini “I’ll tear your tramp's hair out. I'll have her begging for mercy.” She smiled. “Or more likely just begging…I'll own her.” The word rolled off her tongue.
Tiffany’s face darkened. “Talk’s cheap, slut. It’ll be you, begging at my feet when this is over.”
“Maybe we’ll be the ones owning you both. “Heidi's voice held enough silky menace for both of them as the four of them faced off. “Just remember our little bet, Michelle.”
Wendy looked sharply at Michelle and opened her mouth but had no time to say anything as a handsome and well-muscled pool boy interrupted them. “Time’s up, ladies. Time to get on the float, please.” He motioned with his arm to Tiffany and Heidi, ushering them to their left, around the edge of the pool. Another attendant took Wendy and Michelle in the other direction.
Heidi looked a little puzzled as they followed him. The float was still out in the center of the pool, twenty yards or more from the edge, tethered by two cords, one of which was attached to the pool side close by, and the other at the far end. “How do they…?”
The pool boy grinned. “Watch,” he said as he crouched and flipped up a small metal plate in the tiled patio. As he reached inside, there was a low electrical hum and the cord began to retract into a receptacle in the pool side, pulling the float slowly toward them. It stopped perhaps six inches from the edge, bobbing gently. The attendant stood up and, with a flourish, beckoned Tiffany aboard.
Tiffany peeled off her wrap, passed it to Heidi, and gave her a kiss. The pool boy offered her a hand which she took as she stepped across the narrow gap between the pool’s edge and the float, deliberately letting her breast brush his shoulder as she did so. “You'll go a long way if your brain is as good as your body,” she whispered.
He grinned. “Harvard Business School seems to think so…that’s where you’ll find me during term time.”
Tiffany stepped onto the float, adjusting the straps of her thong bikini over her hips. The thong itself was extremely tiny and very tight, pulling up beneath her nether lips to give her a distinctive camel toe. The top was a somewhat fuller, but her generous bosom still swelled dangerously over the brief triangles of flimsy spandex. She felt the admiring, lustful eyes of the watching crowd upon her, and smiled. She would give them a show – she would let them all see her dominance – but this wasn’t for them. This was for Heidi. Tiffany looked forward to moment when she would throw the beaten blonde down at Heidi’s feet. In her mind’s eye, she saw the look of adoration – and awe – on her lover’s face. Not only would tonight’s victory bring Heidi closer to her, but it would cement Tiffany’s place as the dominant one in the relationship. She would be – she was – the warrior. She turned to look over her shoulder, smiled confidently and blew her girlfriend another kiss which Heidi returned with a matching grin.
The pool boy bent to the controls again, and the float began to move gradually out into the center of the pool. Tiffany turned her eyes to the front again, staring ahead to where she could see Wendy and Michelle standing – waiting. The float bobbed slightly at it reached the center of the pool, and she had a momentary sense of foreboding as though she was passing out of her own territory and into theirs. She shrugged off the feeling with a toss of her head and flexed her arms, fixing her gaze on her opponent. Here I come, bitch.
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“Did you see how that slut flirted with that pool boy trash?” Wendy hissed furiously into Michelle's ear at the far end of the pool. “I think she even let him grope her as she got onto the float!” Her fists were clenched tight.
“Calm down, baby,” Michelle put a soothing hand on Wendy’s arm as she took her wraparound skirt, zebra print like her bikini, and draped it over a chair beside her. “Focus on the fight.” She was concerned. Anger was good – anger kept you focused – but rarely had she seen Wendy so agitated. “Remember what you've learned.” She feared that all Wendy's daily training would be wasted. Wendy had hardly needed Michelle's encouragement to throw herself into a twice daily programme at the local gym – the first session concentrating on fitness and strength, the second on fighting skills. Now however, Michelle realized that Wendy should have spent more time preparing herself mentally. She looked at the brunette standing, feet apart, radiating aggression, on the float as it slowly approached.
“I’m going humiliate her…make her beg in front of the whole crowd,” promised Wendy. “As for that bitch girlfriend of hers…she’s going to be squirming in her chair, wanting me, as I show her skank lover up.” She licked her lips. “I still can’t believe you made that bet with her.”
“I thought you’d be angrier about it,” said Michelle. She had whispered hurriedly to Wendy as they had made their way to this end of the pool, explaining Heidi’s comment.
Wendy laughed mirthlessly. “Oh, I’m angry about it all right…but not at you. That bitch Heidi tricked you. Now I’m going to turn the tables on her. By the time I shut Tiffany down, show her up and claim her for the night, Heidi will be cheering for me. She’ll be desperate for us to take her along too.” She kissed Michelle lingeringly.
The float bumped the edge of the pool this time, rocking it and making Tiffany take a step back to steady herself. Her eyes bored into Wendy’s. “I saw you rubbing yourself up against the pool boy…whore,” hissed Wendy. “Right in front of your own girlfriend too. I don’t know why she hasn’t dumped you like the trash you are!”
“You’ll eat those words, skank!” Tiffany promised in a low, calm voice. “Right along with my pussy!” She took another step back and lifted a hand, beckoning to Wendy with a crooked finger. “Time to come learn your lesson.”
Tiffany’s calmness aggravated Wendy most of all. She visibly fumed as she stepped aboard the float, waving way the pool boy’s helping hand. She took a threatening step toward Tiffany. “Bring it, bitch!”
“Not yet!” cautioned the attendant. This one was blonde whereas the one at Tiffany’s side of the pool had been dark-haired, but he was every bit as good-looking. “Wait till the float reaches the middle of the pool. When it stops…then you can fight.”
Wendy glared at him over her shoulder. Michelle blew her an encouraging kiss. She returned it without an answering smile, and turned her attention to Tiffany. Both women stood stock still, knees braced as the float began to recede from the pool’s edge.
Wendy’s eyes roved over her opponent, looking her up and down as her hands clenched and relaxed reflexively, eager to get to grips with the brunette’s flesh. Only hours ago, she would not have even recognized this woman in a crowd, but now she wanted nothing more than to take the bitch’s pride and dignity. Eyeing the other woman warily – the broad, well muscled shoulders, sculpted arms and legs, firm flat tummy – she conceded to herself that it would require everything she had learned– every ounce of strength, skill and cunning she possessed – to win this fight, but win it she would.
Tiffany, for her part, returned the blonde’s baleful gaze. She too was under no illusions that this would be an epic battle. Wendy was a little more slightly built but her body was hard and athletic, the epitome of fitness, her bronzed skin gleaming in the light under a sheen of body oil. The bitch had not skimped on her preparation – she was clearly taking this fight just has seriously as Tiffany herself. Not that it would matter. Tiffany was going to own the bitch, just like Heidi had promised. A gratifyingly pleasurable image popped into her mind – herself with Wendy lying beaten at her feet, grasping her ankles, sobbing her submission.
She was jolted out of her reverie by the sudden jerk as the float came to a halt in the center of the pool. With a roar of anger, Wendy rushed at Tiffany – if the two steps she needed to reach her foe could be called a rush.
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There we go. Excellent segment to set up the actual fight.
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oh tiff when I have you beaten and stripped you g\f will want me not you as you lay helpless sobbing at my feet your bikini binding your arms and legs.
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Too bad we can't put the crap on mute and just have posts that are the actual story or discussion of it.
>:(
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“You’ll eat those words, skank!” Tiffany promised in a low, calm voice. “Right along with my pussy!”
Well, there ya go! With three authors participating in the writing of this story, was that line written by Tiffany herself?
If so......pretty slutty, Tiff. :o As the toughest girl fighter around, I might have to involve myself in your future affairs. Heaven knows I've beaten Jenn Peccavi enough times.
Terrific chapter of this continuing tale, Jenn, Scribbler & Tiffany. Looking forward to the great action. :)
Marie
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sounds hot so far, now hurry up and write the rest.
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Looks like someone is gonna go home humiliated & crying ... He! He! ;D ;)
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Wow Jenn I love the setup and everything for this matchup! I love ya writing style so descriptive and ya totally draw me in. I can't wait to read the next part of ya story! Amazing job so far!
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once again this is a combined effort by The Scribbler, who added a lot to what I had written, Tiffany who gave us ideas and myself who wrote the (very) basic story. One more chapter to go with we hope some surprises in stall.
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Wendy rushed at Tiffany – if taking the two steps she needed to get to her foe could be called a rush. She seized Tiffany by the waist and swung her knee up, aiming at Tiffany's tummy. Tiffany wriggled – Wendy’s grip was so tight she could hardly move – and Wendy's knee drove into her side instead of hitting her full on. She winced and grunted – it hurt much more than she expected.
Wendy pulled Tiffany into her as she shoved herself forward with her hands still clutching Tiffany's sides, her shoulder lowered to strike Tiffany's chest. Tiffany gave a sharp grunt as the blonde’s hard shoulder crushed her right breast against her ribs. The force of the blow pushed her back and she braced herself with her right leg to keep from falling. Wendy sensed the advantage and pushed again, bending her body forward, putting all her weight into the shove. Tiffany strained against her, leaning in and pushing hard. The toned muscles of her thighs bulging with the effort, she forced her chest into Wendy’s shoulder, gritting her teeth at the pain as her breast was flattened between their bodies, but unwilling to give any ground. It suddenly occurred to her, that this wasn’t a game. This was a real fight – this was serious. Calm no longer, she knew she had to take the fight to her opponent – right now she was merely reacting to the blonde’s attacks – but the pain and the fury of her opponent’s aggression was almost overwhelming.
Clenching her teeth tight, she forced herself to think, to focus. She thought she saw an opportunity and twisted her body to the right. As Wendy began to slide past her, she launched her fist in a vicious uppercut that struck the blonde's midsection hard. Wendy gasped and stumbled, then groaned as Tiffany spun and her other fist connected in nearly the same spot. Her grip on Tiffany’s waist slackened. Tiffany squirmed from the blonde’s weakened grasp and stepped back.
A sudden strangled squeal – Heidi – told her how close she was to the edge. She risked a glance down. The heel of her back foot was no more than two inches from the edge of the float. She realised she was in trouble if she went into the water – she would be at Wendy’s mercy as she tried to climb back aboard the float. With nowhere to retreat, she stepped forward, and walked straight into a barrage of punches from Wendy.
Tiffany groaned and stiffened as the blonde hammered her tummy, sides and breasts. Each blow made her groan or cry out, but still she had almost no answer, no plan of attack. All she could do was react, to parry the punches with her arms or try to duck and weave to avoid Wendy's fists. She knew she had to focus, to fight back, to take the fight to her opponent. Otherwise Wendy would simply wear her down, exhaust her, and defeat her.
Heidi watched fearfully from the poolside. She had never expected Wendy to deliver so much punishment to her beloved Tiffany, certainly not so early in the fight. She had seen how Tiffany's mind games had disconcerted Wendy right before the fight, and she had expected Tiffany to capitalize on that. Instead, the blonde seemed to have channeled all her frustration into aggression. It looked as though she would overpower Tiffany easily. Heidi shuddered, cursing her own arrogance that had led to her bet with Michelle. Hand to her mouth, she willed Tiffany to defend better, to fight back and recover the advantage she had so quickly lost. She gasped as Wendy unleashed another flurry of blows, then her heart quickened even more – did see Tiffany deflecting more of the punches this time?
On the float, Tiffany knew all too well how desperate her plight was becoming. She defended grimly, trying to reach deep inside herself, to reconnect with the inner calm that all the meditation had given her, but which had evaporated in an instant under the heat of the blonde’s assault. She tried to suppress the pain of each blow that landed, to focus on stemming Wendy’s attack. She felt it beginning to work. The blonde was still the aggressor, still controlling the flow, but Tiffany was beginning to marshal herself.
Tiffany crouched suddenly and Wendy's left fist whistled over her head. The force of the blow made Wendy stumble forward a step and Tiffany took advantage of that to slam her head into the blonde's tummy. The lunge came all the way from her feet with a loud cry of effort, and she was rewarded by a sharp gasp from the blonde as the blow knocked the wind out of her.
Wendy stumbled back across the float. Tiffany surged forward, keeping her opponent on the defensive. “Now it’s my turn, bitch!” She jabbed at Wendy, firing punches and slaps as the panting blonde frantically parried and dodged. Few of Tiffany's blows hit but right now, that was not her intention. She was buying time, getting her breath back, focusing herself.
Wendy bit back her annoyance. The punch that Tiffany had avoided had been planned as the first part of a left right combo that would have hammered Tiffany and – with luck – should have knocked the brunette off the float. Tiffany had been so close to the edge but now Wendy had lost her momentum, lost the rhythm she had built up. It take her a while to regain it, but regain it she would.
She feinted with her fist, aiming high at Tiffany's shoulder, and swung her knee up. Tiffany ducked almost to a crouch, avoiding the punch altogether. She parried the knee with her forearm, pushing hard, and Wendy suddenly found herself losing her balance. She scurried backwards until a warning shout from the crowd told her she had no more room to retreat. She stood panting, chest heaving, her sweat-slicked breasts swelling over the edges of her tight bikini top as she tried to regroup.
Tiffany let her disengage. She too needed time to recover –Wendy’s earlier onslaught had taken its toll on her. She had fought back but this new lull enabled her to draw on her inner reserves, to pare down her mind to just one thing. She focused herself entirely on defeating – no, on destroying – the bitch before her. She would allow nothing else to enter her mind. Nothing else mattered.
She was ready when Wendy attacked again, stepping aside as the blonde closed, swinging her knee up into the pit of Wendy’s stomach. Wendy doubled up with a groan, then shrieked as Tiffany seized her head, driving it down to meet her upraised knee. Wendy was able – just – to turn her head to the side and avoid a broken or at least a bloody nose, but the pain in her cheek blotted out everything else for a moment and she felt herself sag to her knees, then topple to one side on the float.
Reflexively she rolled and kicked out, fending Tiffany off as the brunette grabbed for her. Rolling further still, she regained her knees, then launched herself forward with a head butt aimed for Tiffany’s tummy. Tiffany stepped aside to avoid the attack and Wendy scrambled to her feet.
Heidi watched, her fears gone. She realised that Tiffany had been playing Wendy, waiting until the blonde exhausted herself with fruitless attacks before stepping in and finishing a tired and weakened opponent. She watched as Tiffany danced, bobbing and weaving avoiding the increasingly frustrated, increasingly breathless, increasingly worn out Wendy.
Wendy feinted with her left fist. It was the same kind of blow she had tried before and she would be happy if it hit – even happier if it hit hard – but it was mainly a feint. She knew she had only moments to turn the fight around before her enemy took complete control. She watched Tiffany sidestep the punch – as she anticipated – then unleashed a rising roundhouse kick aimed at the left side of Tiffany's ribs. To her horror, Tiffany pivoted on her right leg, away from Wendy. The kick missed, and Tiffany seized Wendy’s leg, hooking her arm under the blonde’s knee and hauling it upward. Wendy struggled to remain on her feet as she hissed venomously. She stepped forward, wrapping an arm around Tiffany, pressing her body into the brunette’s for support as she pummeled Tiffany’s side with her free hand. “Let go of my leg, skank!”
Tiffany laughed vindictively. “Why, bitch?” She pulled higher, making Wendy cling tighter to her, and leaned into Wendy, pressing her hand into Wendy’s chest, crushing her left breast into her ribs and arching the blonde’s back painfully. Wendy realised that the only thing holding her upright was Tiffany's grip on her leg, and her own arm clinging desperately to the brunette’s body. At the same instant though, she also realised that Tiffany had inadvertently left herself open – one hand was occupied holding her leg while the other was trying to push her back.
Wendy had a sudden inspiration, and accepted the inevitable. She let go of Tiffany and let herself fall backward onto the float. Tiffany let out a gleeful “Ha!” but as the brunette bent over Wendy and grabbed for her hair, Wendy drew her free leg up to her chest and lashed out with all her strength, burying her foot deep in the brunette's belly. Tiffany’s hold on her leg held her in place and prevented the force of the kick throwing Tiffany backwards, adding to the force of the blow.
Tiffany’s eyes and mouth opened wide as the air rushed out of her lungs. Pain exploded through her belly. It felt as though her insides were being forced out through her spine. Her arms went weak and dropped to her sides. She let go of Wendy's foot and hunched over. She would have gasped but her chest seemed paralyzed. Wendy pulled both her legs up this time, then rammed them into Tiffany’s tummy in precisely the same place as before. Tiffany’s mouth opened even wider – she lacked the breath to scream. Dimly she heard Heidi scream loud enough for both of them. The sound, full of horror, tore at her heart but she could not comfort her lover. The pain was unbelievable. She could not breathe. She could barely think. She staggered backwards. Her legs felt like jelly. She felt herself falling to the float, first to her knees, then toppling onto her side. . She reached out a hand as if to clutch the air. Pain and panic battled for supremacy in her anguished, befuddled mind. All she could think of was that it wasn’t supposed to be like this.
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Wow, this is a GREAT back-and-forth battle! :D ;)
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She watched Tiffany sidestep the punch – as she anticipated – then unleashed a rising roundhouse kick aimed at the left side of Tiffany's ribs.
I love the way you handle the strategies once the actual fight starts, Jenn. Not only do you describe the blows landing and how the fighters react to them, but you also take us into their minds as they devise defensive strategies to combat their opponent. When Wendy was dominating, Tiffany was thinking of counter moves even as she absorbed the punishment. Then, when Wendy was taking it on the chin, she probed for weaknesses in Tiffany ("....as she anticipated") and finally found a way to stop Tiffany's momentum.....at least temporarily.
Great stuff. Jenn, it's wonderful you can write.....since you certainly can't fight.
Hey, that rhymes! :D
Marie
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Ooooh, this is exciting & hot! Can't wait to see who triumphs and who gets defeated & humiliated - LOL! ;D :D ;)
hugs
Katja
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The better woman
As before this is a joint effort of myself and the Scribbler
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Wendy intended to do more than stem Tiffany’s onslaught. She had hoped – no, she had expected – her first kick to damage the brunette, and she had succeeded. What she hadn't expected was that her sudden counter-attack would stop Tiffany dead in her tracks, that she would simply stand there helpless, inviting another attack. She hadn't expected it, but she had certainly taken advantage of the brunette's stupidity, and the result of that – ramming both her feet deep into the brunette's belly – had been even more satisfying than she had hoped.
She scrambled to her feet and backed away. Tiffany had been close to total victory a bare minute ago, and Wendy needed to regroup. She took a few quick breaths, and glanced momentarily at Michelle, who smiled encouragingly at her from the pool’s edge. Wendy smiled in return before turning back to the battered brunette who still lay gasping for breath on her side.
Wendy stepped forward, bent and grabbed Tiffany’s long hair, now damp with sweat. She yanked the brunette halfway up to her knees. Tiffany groaned, but then so did Wendy, “Urrgh!”, as Tiffany’s nails unexpectedly rent her skin in a long gash stretching from just below her bikini to her knee. Tiffany may have been down but she was not out – the bitch was trying to attack her pussy! Wendy’s eyes narrowed in fury and she hissed, “Now you’re gonna get it, cxnt!”
She held onto her enemy’s hair, jerking Tiffany even further upright and bringing her knee up to pound Tiffany’s already shattered abs once more. Tiffany caught the blonde by surprise however, thrusting a hand across her body to parry the blow, knocking Wendy’s leg aside. The brunette pulled her head back despite Wendy’s hold on her hair and, attempting to repeat her earlier success, slammed it forward hoping to drive it deep into the blonde’s tummy.
Hastily Wendy sidestepped, avoiding Tiffany’s attack. Then, as Tiffany’s extended her body in the attempted head butt, Wendy brought her knee up, hammering Tiffany’s side just below her ribs. Tiffany’s collapsed sideways, toppling to the float once again with a groan of pain.
Tiffany clutched her chest with one arm as she fought for breath against the pain that felt like a knife in her ribs. She tried to think, tried to plan how she would fight back, but her mind was numbed with pain and panic. It wasn’t supposed to be like this! It was supposed to be sexy – it was supposed to make Heidi dizzy with desire for her. Instead, it was painful, but worse than the pain was the realization that this bitch was beating her – humiliating her. Not only was she losing, but she was losing but she was being humbled in front of the entire crowd.
Her mind tried once more to grasp the enormity of the situation, to rally her defenses, but all her mind could grasp was that she was failing Heidi. She was going to lose this fight – and that would only be the beginning of the nightmare for her. The thought of Heidi’s bet, and its consequences, terrified her – not so much for what the blonde and her lover might do to Tiffany, but at the thought of everyone at the hotel, including Heidi, knowing her shame.
As Tiffany lay trying to gather her resolve, to find the spirit to fight on, Wendy stalked in a circle around her, her head high, chest thrust out, playing to the crowd as her confidence grew. She smiled at her fallen, battered opponent. Tiffany had taunted her, mocked her, unbalanced Wendy mentally with her clever asides to the pool boys. Now she was a sweat-slicked, exhausted wreck at Wendy’s feet. Tiffany’s generous bosom heaved as she struggled just to breathe, her left breast almost out of her tight-stretched bikini top, the dark surround of her nipple peeping around the edge of the damp, almost sheer fabric.
The brunette’s lover – Heidi – had been just as arrogant as Tiffany. She had goaded Michelle into betting Wendy’s servitude for the night on the outcome of the fight. Now, that bet was about to backfire on her with crushing force. Wendy smiled to herself as she glanced across the water to where Heidi sat watching. She relished the look of horror in Heidi’s eyes as she gazed upon her ravaged lover, but when she met Heidi’s gaze, her eyes betrayed an entirely different set of emotions. Was that admiration? Envy? No – Wendy felt a thrill as she realized that it was desire.
A sudden wicked thought occurred to her. This was too good an opportunity to pass up. Beating Tiffany and claiming her for the night would be a delicious victory in itself, but seducing her lover at the same time, taking Heidi by right of conquest – and with Heidi’s own eager acquiescence – would be the sweetest victory of all.
She knew instinctively, what it would take, and got right to work. The fight had just taken on a whole new dimension. It was no longer just about beating Tiffany physically, but about breaking her spirit, about making her and everyone else here – especially Heidi – know that Wendy was the better woman. Wendy smiled at the prospect, remembering how others had tried to get the better of her, from Vic to Michelle. None had succeeded. She had played them. She was going to play Tiffany now. The brunette – and her lover – would know what it meant to be cowed into submission.
She reached down, again seizing Tiffany’s hair, dragging the brunette up onto her knees. Tears of pain brimmed in Tiffany’s eyes as Wendy twisted her head upward, staring contemptuously down into the brunette’s face. “You thought you could beat me?” she asked, her lip curled disdainfully. “You’re nothing!” She slapped Tiffany’s face hard,She could have punched her instead of slapping her. That would have hurt her more, at least physically, but it wasn’t about inflicting physical pain now. Wendy was out to break Tiffany's spirit, and the contemptuous smack would start that process.
Tiffany's scalp burned from Wendy’s ruthless pulling on her hair. Her battered belly churned. She was afraid she might throw up. It even hurt to breathe. In the seconds since Wendy had kicked her so hard – each of those seconds felt like an aeon – she had been reaching into herself, summoning the inner strength to renew the battle, to take the fight to her opponent.
It was all to little avail. All she could think of, was how much she hurt – her cheek, her scalp, her belly, her pride – most of all, her pride. She thought of the audience, watching her being dominated this way. What were they thinking of her? Her head jerked savagely to the side as Wendy’s open hand struck her other cheek. She would have groaned if she had enough breath. Through the fog of pain, anguish and near despair, she heard Wendy’s jeering words, “Take a lot more than you’ve got to take me down, kid.”
Through her tears, she stared out across the pool to where Heidi sat watching. Her eyes were bright, her mouth was open and Tiffany saw her tongue flick rapidly across her lips. That simple, tiny gesture crushed Tiffany’s heart in an iron grip. She knew what that little flick of the tongue meant. She had seen it many times, the prelude to passion. Heidi was turned on – turned on by what she was seeing, by witnessing Tiffany being slowly taken apart by the triumphant blonde, a mouse at the mercy of a vindictive cat. Despair welled up inside her and she let out a pain-filled sob.
Watching, Heidi felt her lover’s anguish. It tore at her heart to see Tiffany in distress., to watch what had been her idle fantasy going so horridly wrong. There was scarcely a murmur from the crowd around the pool and she too heard Wendy’s jeer and felt a surge of anger. Tiffany had been all over Wendy until the blonde’s kick had so suddenly turned the fight around. Still, the evidence was right there in front of her – Wendy was telling the truth. Maybe Tiffany really didn’t have what it took. Maybe she lacked the stamina and internal fortitude that it took to endure a conflict like this. Maybe she just wasn’t good enough.
Nevertheless, she loathed the blonde for belittling Tiffany that way – or at least she wanted to. Even greater than her dismay at seeing Tiffany so demeaned was her horror at her own reaction to the spectacle. She could feel her skin prickling with desire – not for Tiffany but for Wendy. She blushed with shame, but also with lust. A fire began to smolder deep in her belly. She blushed even more deeply as she realized she was licking her lips – and her shame grew exponentially as she saw the look on Tiffany’s tear-stained face. She knew.
As she watched, Wendy leaned over Tiffany, ready to fire another slap at her face, but suddenly Tiffany unleashed a punch that pounded Wendy’s boobs. Wendy’s arms flew wide and she staggered backwards, jerking her hand free from Tiffany’s hair. Heidi felt a rush of elation – but also a strange, shameful twinge of disappointment – as she saw Tiffany rise and launch another unanswered punch, this one hammering the blonde’s face. She raised a cheer, though she knew that she and Tiffany would have words once her lover had disposed of the blonde.
Wendy reeled backward, getting her arms up, trying to protect her face as she shook her head to clear her vision. She had been over confident. She had thought Tiffany was finished. She had been wrong. She promised herself that she wouldn’t make that mistake again. She ducked and wove, parrying Tiffany’s punches. The pace of the brunette’s attack slowed and she sensed that Tiffany was tiring from the reduced power of her blows. Wendy continued to defend, biding her time. Confident that Tiffany would run out of wind, she awaited her chance.
She didn’t have long to wait. As Tiffany tried to grab at Wendy’s hair, to pull the blonde onto her upraised knee, she over-reached and left herself open. Wendy saw her chance and counter-attacked, ramming her fist into the brunette’s chest, crushing her left breast against her ribs. Tiffany grunted hard and her attack faltered. She stepped back, , her chest heaving, her face red, drawn with pain and fatigue. Wendy kicked again and her foot dug deep into Tiffany’s already injured belly. The brunette staggered, her eyes wide, her mouth open in an agonized gasp. Wendy surged forward, slamming unanswered punches into Tiffany’s face and upper body.
Heidi looked on, horrified as Tiffany withered under Wendy’s' renewed onslaught. She had hoped for a moment that Tiffany's comeback would indeed turn the fight around once more. For a moment it had looked like it would, but Tiffany had been too ambitious. In reaching to grab at Wendy’s hair, she had left her own body defenseless.
Surely, Heidi thought, no serious fighter would have done that. Had her lover forgotten all her training? Tiffany’s inexperience had betrayed her and Wendy clearly knew how to take advantage of that weakness. She looked at the blonde once more, noting the way her muscles rippled beneath her sweat-slicked skin as she pressed her attack against the wilting Tiffany. Heidi’s horror at the punishment the blonde was unleashing on Tiffany was mingled with increasing admiration for her skill, and that admiration once more began to morph into a dark attraction. She shifted in her seat, feeling the flush of desire once more in her cheeks, creeping down her neck. As she watched Tiffany's attempts at defense grow ever weaker – at first she had blocked maybe two punches or kicks out of every three, but that ratio was soon reversed – she felt her nipples grow hard. Her tongue flicked out across her dry lips.
Wendy slowed her pace. She knew Tiffany’s defense was weakening, her attack now nonexistent. There was no need to hurry now – she knew she could take her time. She too licked her lips. This was going to be fun.
She reached forward, slapping Tiffany’s face repeatedly, taunting her. “You…just…don’t…have…what…it…takes!” she punctuated her words with each stinging slap. Tiffany brought her hands up to protect her face. There were tears in her eyes as she recognized the truth of Wendy’s words.
Tiffany’s boobs were now swinging free of her displaced bikini top, the smooth flesh reddened and blotched from Wendy’s blows, her nipples hard and swollen, flushed dark. Wendy went after them again, slapping hard, bouncing Tiffany’s left breast into the right, making them jiggle. There was a roar of approval from the crowd. They were firmly on her side now. She planned to give them a show.
Tiffany yelped as Wendy slapped her left breast again, then her right. The blows were not hard, more teasing than damaging, but she dropped her hands again. Immediately Wendy switched her attack back to Tiffany’s face, slapping her cheek again. Tiffany tried to scurry away but her legs felt like lead and besides, she realized again just how limited her options were, trapped on the small float.
“Left cheek!” Wendy called out, loud enough for the audience to hear. She slapped Tiffany’s left cheek hard, snapping Tiffany’s head to the right. Tiffany stumbled, trying to keep her balance, trying to avoid dropping to her knees again. “Midsection!” The blonde’s fist pounded Tiffany’s tummy. Tiffany doubled over with a strangled gasp.
Wendy looked past Tiffany to Heidi. She saw the look on Heidi’s face – the battle of emotions – and she smiled. “She’s mine – for what she’s worth!” she crowed. “No – make that ours for the night!” She laughed maliciously.
Heidi needed no reminder of what was at stake. Nor did she need reminding how this had all started – when she had watched that unknown woman destroy Becca Buchan. She remembered Becca striding confidently, even smugly around David Amery's house, playing the hostess with David's arm around her, welcoming his guests. She had been so sure of herself, confident and even condescending when she was talking to the blonde who had presumed to cross her. In less than ten minutes though, the blonde had trashed her, had transformed the oh-so-confident Becca from the lady of the manor into a sobbing, defeated mess. What was more, Heidi had meant exactly what she had told Tiffany – the victorious, anonymous blonde could have had anyone in the room after winning that fight. She could certainly have had Heidi. Heidi had stood there trembling, lusting for her.
Now, as she watched the confident Wendy demolish Tiffany, she felt the same emotions. She lusted for Wendy too, despite the fact that she was defeating – humbling, humiliating – Heidi’s own lover. Heidi tried to push that lust down deep inside her, reminding herself how much she loved Tiffany, but to no avail. The lust surged up inside her and she realized with a rush of shame that she was actually squirming in her chair. She wanted Wendy with a longing that was a physical ache in her chest. From the look in the blonde’s eyes, she was sure that Wendy would derive equal enjoyment from a victory fuck with her, if only to remind Tiffany of what she had lost. Her mind seething with conflicting emotions, she watched as Wendy continued her onslaught, pounding Tiffany with a double hammer blow to the back of her neck, driving the brunette to her knees.
Wendy reached forward over Tiffany to seize her hair and jerk her head up, blatantly exposing her own stomach in utter contempt for her opponent’s fighting prowess. Again though, she was too confident. Tiffany was down but not yet out and seized the opportunity as Wendy stretched over her. She slammed her fist deep into the blonde’s belly. She felt it sink home and heard Wendy’s agonized hiss of pain and surprise.
As her blonde torturer stumbled backward, clutching her belly, Tiffany raised one knee and pushed up on it with both hands. It had taken almost all her remaining strength to fend off Wendy’s attack, and she was not sure she could make it to her feet, but stand she did, though she was hunched over and blinking in the sun’s glare reflected by the water, swaying, fighting to focus through the pain – through the fear – and concentrate her strength and her will once again on the fight.
Drawing again on what she knew only too well was her fast-diminishing well of strength and determination, she turned her gaze to her enemy, clearing everything from her mind except defending herself, on driving Wendy back, on hurting her. She reminded herself sternly that she was not beaten yet. She stepped forward, fists raised. There were cheers from the crowd.
Wendy’s surprise at Tiffany’s resurgence was short lived. She had been shocked when Tiffany’s punch had hit her hard in the pit of her stomach, but she had been more surprised than hurt. She had retreated but only to regroup and to inwardly scold herself for being over confident. She had underestimated the brunette for the second time. She did not think her luck would hold out for a third. She would take no chances from here on. She would put Tiffany down – hard.
She watched Tiffany rise, slowly and unsteadily, pain and exhaustion evident in every movement. The brunette was fit and fast, but fighting wasn’t just about knowing how to do the moves. It was about spirit, tenacity and sheer willpower. Tiffany was already learning a harsh lesson in humility. Wendy was about to make that lesson even harder. . “The bitch is out of gas,” she muttered to herself.
She stepped forward. Tiffany fired a punch at her face, but telegraphed the blow like a raw amateur. Wendy ducked it easily. The punch went over her head. Tiffany stumbled forward, off-balance. Wendy sprang at her, hammering her head into Tiffany’s tummy again. Tiffany staggered and groaned, doubling over once more as her devastated abs took yet another fierce blow. Wendy stood upright, spinning to the side, and pushed almost gentlyon Tiffany’s shoulder. The brunette crumpled to her knees, then toppled to her side on the float.
Wendy smiled. “Come on, sweetie. A bit shaky, huh? You need some help to stand?” She stretched out her hand as if to help Tiffany up. Tiffany hissed angrily at her, and she stepped back with a grin. “Please yourself, honey.” She smiled and stood waiting as Tiffany slowly rose to her feet once more. She swayed on her feet, her shoulders hunched, her arms hanging at her sides. Wendy kicked almost lazily, as one might kick a pebble down the road. Her foot sank deep into the pit of Tiffany’s stomach. That’s how it’s done, bitch! Wendy thought to herself. Tiffany tried too late to step out of the way, or maybe she was too slow to start moving. Either way, it didn’t matter. The impact whipped Tiffany forward at the waist. She lost her balance as she threw both arms across her ravaged belly, and slumped to her knees with an agonized whimper, lacking the breath to cry out.
Tiffany knew it was over. She was beaten. The blonde had outfought her. All she could hope for, was to get out of this with some shred of her pride still intact. Maybe – just maybe – Wendy would let her go without completely humiliating her. Right now, she wanted to be anywhere but here on the float. She could not bring herself to look at the audience – especially not at Heidi. Instead she looked up through tears of despair and shame at her victorious foe, hoping for some hint of compassion, of pity. Instead she saw disdain, fierce joy and wicked anticipation on the blonde’s face, and she shuddered.
Again Wendy stepped back. She raised both arms in front of her and made a contemptuous upward motion with both her hands. “Come on, sweetie, up you get! Show us what you got!” Tiffany’s breasts bobbed, her shoulders rising and falling as she fought to breathe. She stared at Wendy, then blushed in embarrassment as she crowd began to chant, “Up! Up! UP!”
Wendy stayed back as Tiffany rose, even slower this time, showing her foe just how little fear – how little respect – she had for her. Tiffany stood for a moment, stumbled and barely caught herself as she took a step backward. Wendy let her recover her balance, then lunged forward, her right arm lashing out like a striking snake. The heel of her open hand struck Tiffany in the center of her chest, between her breasts. Tiffany let out a breathless grunt and stumbled backward another step. Too late she realized how close she was to the edge of the float – perhaps she only realized when her left foot sank into the water rather than finding the rubber matting of the float – and her pained expression turned to one of shock and terror as her arms flailed wildly, her hands clawing at empty air. She toppled backwards into the pool with a massive splash as the crowd roared in delight.
Wendy watched as Tiffany thrashed about in the water, expending what little remained of her strength. At last she bent over, reached down and seized Tiffany by the hair, dragging her back to the edge of the float. Sinking to one knee, she hauled Tiffany half out of the water, until the edge of the float was across her back just below her shoulders, then pushed her head down to the rubber mat, arching her back painfully, thrusting her bare breasts up toward the sky, forcing the brunette to stare into her eyes. “You’re finished, bitch!” she sneered. “You’re all mine!”
Tiffany shook her head weakly, as much as she could with Wendy pinning her down by the hair. She knew Wendy was right. She was beaten. She had no strength left with which to fight, and no spirit left to use it, even if she had. Nevertheless, she could not bring herself to admit it, not to the gloating blonde, not in front of Heidi.
Wendy’s lip curled. “To stupid to know when to quit!” She reached out over the edge of the float and spread the fingers of her hand across Tiffany’s tight-stretched tummy. “If you won’t beg, then let’s hear you scream!” She dug her fingers into Tiffany’s tortured abs and twisted hard. Tiffany’s hips bucked and her arms flapped weakly as she screamed in agony for a moment before Wendy relaxed her grip. “Come on, skank…I can do this all day!” Her fingers tightened on Tiffany’s tummy again.
Tiffany stiffened in awful anticipation of the pain to come. She bit her lip hard and then cried out breathlessly, “No! No! Stop!”
Wendy stopped. “You’re done. Say it!”
Tiffany’s voice was a sibilant whisper. “I’m done!”
Wendy’s nails dug into her ravaged belly again, though lightly – a threat. “Say it out loud! Let them hear!”
“I’m done!” Tiffany called out, half gasp, half sob. She seemed to sag against the side of the float, like a rag doll.
Wendy smiled. “Oh honey, you’re not even close to done yet. This isn’t over for you, not till sunrise tomorrow.” She reached out further and hooked her fingers into the front of Tiffany’s thong. With a explosive grunt of effort, she hauled Tiffany bodily out of the water, dumping her sideways on the float like a sack of potatoes, jerking the thong up between her pussy lips in the process and making Tiffany wail pitifully in pain.
The blonde stood, still holding the bedraggled Tiffany by the hair, and dragged her a few feet away from the edge of the float, holding her up as she swayed unsteadily on her knees. Her wet hair was plastered across her face in a tangled mass. Her thong was stretched out, ruined and hung half-way down her thighs, exposing her swollen nether lips and the neatly trimmed, inch-wide landing strip of her pubes to the eager eyes of the audience. Her breasts swung back and forth as Wendy shook her gently, teasingly. Water dripped from the tips of her erect nipples.
Heidi bit her lower lip hard in an effort to keep from moaning. She realized she was sitting stiffly with both hands pressed hard into her lap. It took a supreme effort of will to keep from fingering herself, from openly cheering for Wendy. The triumphant blonde exuded power, strength, dominance – all the qualities Heidi admired and wanted. Tiffany did not. Heidi could hardly bear to look at her, a disheveled mess kneeling submissively before the victorious, magnificent Wendy.
She jumped at a touch on her shoulder, and whipped her head around. Michelle, Wendy’s partner, stood behind her, to her left. She smiled knowingly at Heidi, and her fingers trailed across the bare skin of Heidi’s shoulder to the back of her neck, beneath her hair. Heidi shivered and could not restrain a lascivious moan. Michelle’s smile grew wider, more satisfied.
Wendy called out loudly, “Hey, Mr Harvard Business School…let’s get this barge to the dock!” The pool boy who had escorted Tiffany and Wendy earlier bent to the control box at the pool’s edge, and the float began to move slowly in a string of ripples, toward where Heidi sat.
As it grew closer, Heidi could see the blotches on Tiffany’s once-unblemished skin where Wendy’s fingers had gripped her, the red patches where the blonde’s fists had hit home. She could see the shock, the exhaustion, the defeat on Tiffany’s face, but she could not bring herself to look into Tiffany’s eyes. Instead she looked up at Wendy, and saw that the blonde was staring straight back at her – hungrily.
As the float bumped the side of the pool, Michelle’s hand tightened in Heidi’s hair, drawing hair firmly, though not roughly, to her feet. She felt as though her knees might buckle, but she took several steps forward with Michelle’s fingers still guiding her by her neck.
Wendy glanced down at Tiffany who still knelt at her feet. “You don’t have what it takes, do you?” Tiffany said nothing for a moment. Wendy slapped her face. “I can’t hear you, nor can anyone else. Speak up!”
Tiffany gave a tiny sob. “No,” she whimpered.
“No what? Show some manners!” Wendy slapped Tiffany’s face again
“No Miss,” said Tiffany tremulously. “I don’t have what it takes.”
“Who’s the better woman?”
“You are, Ms Wendy.” Tiffany’s head was bowed, her whole body cowed, her eyes fixed firmly on the paved pool edge.
Wendy turned her eyes back to Heidi. This time Heidi needed no guidance from Michelle. She stepped across from the pool’s edge onto the float, and did not flinch as Wendy’s arm slipped around her waist, drawing her close, her chest pressing firmly into Wendy’s glistening breasts. Their lips met and Heidi moaned needfully as her mouth opened, inviting Wendy’s tongue inside.
Tiffany heard the sound – knew the sound so well – and it felt like a dagger in her heart to know that it was not for her. She wondered if it would ever be for her, ever again. She hung her head and sobbed.
Without breaking the kiss, Wendy drew Tiffany halfway up to her feet and shoved her forward, off the float, onto the poolside. Michelle caught her with a hand in her hair and stepped back, dragging Tiffany with her, holding her as Wendy had done a moment before. Her head still bowed, peering with tear-filled eyes through the matted curtain of her hair, Tiffany watched as the float began to retreat again across the expanse of the pool, carrying Wendy and Heidi with it.
Heidi did not even look back.
THE END
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I would like to thank all involved in this story it was a well written job by all and also thank Tiff for being a great buddy and great sport but honey blondes rule I think you realize that now.
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Aw, poor Tiff, not only losing against a blonde, but losing her gf Heidi too! that's gotta hurt ... Come here! Let Mamma Jessie comfort you ... tee hee! ::) ;) :-*
And there's no one who can give comfort like Mamma Jessie, that's for sure. ;)
Great chapter: no parlay, no background.....just fighting, from start to finish.
Brutal & exciting. Great job, Jenn & Scrib.
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Good stuff. Not the finish I expected and very well written.
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Great story with exciting back & forth action. I had kinda expected Tiff to win, but well done to Wendy. ;) :)
Hugs
Kayla