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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: Wife vs secretary
« Last post by Katrina on Today at 09:37:50 AM »
This is so hot, the smaller wife must fight she knows it, but out classed, smaller, her best bet is to hurt the secretary enough and promise her man a win the next time.  She knows she has to dress sexier, be sexier and fuck wilder than her rival to keep her man.,

He is right the wife knows she has to fight for her man even if out classed and just I impress him enough he still wants you even if the other women beats, strips or fucks you in front of him
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Producer Announcements / FF969 - The Date Night Demolition
« Last post by FEMMEFIGHT on Today at 08:56:34 AM »
FF969 - The Date Night Demolition

The atmosphere in the dressing room was suffocating. Siobhan Graves stood before the mirror, applying the final touches to her makeup, looking stunning in an emerald green wrap dress. She was ready for her date, radiating anticipation. But hovering just behind her was Kitty Quinzelle, a picture of simmering rage in a red floral mini-dress. Kitty was convinced that Siobhan’s mystery date was the blonde guy she had been chasing for weeks. She crowded Siobhan, leaning in, whispering accusations, trying to psyche her friend out and ruin the mood. Siobhan tried to ignore it, but Kitty physically blocked her, invading her space until Siobhan snapped. "Get off me!" she screamed, shoving the redhead away.

That shove was the starting gun. Kitty didn't back down; she attacked. The argument exploded into a vicious brawl right there in front of the mirror. Kitty grabbed Siobhan’s green dress, and the sound of ripping fabric filled the room. She tore the garment violently, pulling it off Siobhan’s shoulders and dragging it down, determined to ensure Siobhan wouldn't be going anywhere tonight.

Siobhan retaliated with equal fury. If her date was ruined, Kitty’s dress was going with it. She clawed at the red floral fabric, ripping it open and tearing it from Kitty’s body. The two women crashed to the floor, a tangle of limbs and shredded rayon. They wrestled furiously on the wooden boards, stripping each other down to their black and red lingerie in a frenzy of jealousy. In the end, Kitty overpowered her rival, straddling the half-naked Siobhan and wrapping her hands around her throat, choking the life out of the date night before it had even begun. The blonde guy would be waiting a long time, while his would-be dates destroyed each other in a pile of ruined clothes.






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The humiliating words you force me to cry out echo in the room... You forced me to beg you to stop... begging you in front of everyone. I had no choice. I couldn't take any more punishment. You broke my body, my will and my pride.

You don't get up right away, you stay sitting heavily on me... proving a point to us all. You will get off me only when you decide it's time to get off me. I can't do anything about it. The audience won't do anything about it. I lay there under you looking up at you looking down at me.

Finally after what feels like an eternity you slowly rise to your feet. I'm able to take some halting breaths... still on my back, broken, not moving. You are standing over me still looking down. I have to close my eyes... I can't look at you. The room is so quiet, the guests are hushed, staring. The only sound is our breathing... yours is slow and steady, mine is shaky and halting.

I slowly open my eyes again. You are still there standing over me... still looking down. I see a slight smile start to form on your face. I don't dare move... just lay there looking up at your eyes and that slight smile...
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While i am focused on slamming your head into the floor you take the chance to take hold of my locks and start to throw my head side to side. That the fight is coming to a conclusion is beyond doubt, just need to force the words "I quit" from your lips or mine.

We are now so tightly locked together, so intent on destroying the other. I can't deny, i get quite a buzz out of locking up with a vicious fighter like you.

Still straddling you, pressing my tush down on your hips, i try and lift my head but you have a tight hold on my hair to prevent that. I let go of your hair with my right hand and slide it between us, i start to pound on your left tit, punching it as hard as i can. Then i shuffle my tush backwards so i'm lying full length on you, i force my right leg between yours and try to nail your kitty with my knee. Sweat drips off my nose onto your cheek, i'm at the limits of my stamina now.

This is going to the wire

As you slide down to lay on me, our sweat mixing as our breasts, bellys, arms and faces press and touch. You lift your knee but i react and clench my thighs, trapping your knee and then buck my hips to make us roll around.

As you get under me I try to as fast as possible sceamble up to scoot onto your chest, wanting to pink down your arms and be able go finish you of with few well aimed punches If I succed i pinning you.

This is it!
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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Cats and Dogs: Part 4
« Last post by YuriLesboLover on Today at 05:27:22 AM »
After the absolutely mindblowing, life(or for two of them, unlife) changing night that they had, the four girls found themselves all waking up at the exact same time. Moaning in exhaustion and their weary bones aching as they stretched. Their hair was completely disheveled and messy and the smell of ripe pussy and raw sex permeated the room even now, as well as their hot bodies. Lila and Ramona looked over at their witchly opponents, who were smiling from ear to ear.

“We won.” Felicia said confidently.

The ghost girls’ memories of last night came flooding back. They had lost. Just barely. However, the experience was so incredible that they didn’t care much.

“So you have.” Lila said as she got up and stretched.

“It was so worth it…” Ramona added in a tone of bliss.

“That was…really something…” Saccharine added.

“I have to admit, we underestimated you bitches.” Felicia said begrudgingly. “Last night really could have gone either way.”

“All the more reason for a rematch.” Ramona said flirtatiously.

“And in the event that you win that rematch…a tiebreaker.” Saccharine added seductively.

“Please don’t get me worked up again…” Lila pleaded. “My body is about to quit on me but I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself.”

“Agreed.” Felicia said. “And remember our terms…”

“Yeah…” Lila said with a sigh. “$20 grand, was it?”

“And we own you sluts for the next two weeks.” Saccharine added.

“I think we all know you earned both.” Ramona admitted. “For now though…let’s just wash up and get some rest.”

Felicia nodded in agreement as she showed her guests to the basement where the showers were. They all had to shower separately for fear that the sight of each other’s hot and wet naked bodies might be too much for any of them to control themselves. They washed up, cleaning the sweat, oil and cum from their voluptuous forms and the soothing hot water brought an end to their aches and pains. Now fully awake, they all dried off and met back in the fight room. The mat was completely covered in the various fluids from the fight. A testament to a great challenge. The four of them got dressed.

“What a night last night was…” Ramona said in amazement as Lila looked at her phone. 

“Um…” Lila said with a baffled expression. “We were all out cold for all last night…”

“Huh?” Ramona asked her girlfriend.

“Two days have passed…” Lila answered. “We all went at it for a full 24 hours…and then slept another 24 hours.”

The four nymphos’ eyes went wide in shock.

“A fight like that…” Saccharine said. “Only comes once in a lifetime.”

“Oh, Pierre!” Lila suddenly realized. “Is he okay?! Bring him back!”

“Relax, blondie.” Felicia said.

As Saccharine rolled up the mat, the redhead went back to the front room and came back with the same bag she had before. She stood in front of the two ghost babes and opened it, revealing the beautiful meadow from before. Immediately, Pierre came charging out of it.

“Bark!” He yelped excitedly as he hopped into his owner’s arms.

“Oh, there you are!” Lila said lovingly as she snuggled her dog, who was happy to see her.

Ramona hugged both of them.

“Yes. How heartwarming.” Felicia said sarcastically. “Now do you want the potion to make him into a ghost or not?”

“Oh, yes!” Felicia said, remembering why they were here to begin with.

“I have it tucked away in a secret place that only a witch like me can get past.” Felicia said as she signaled her rivals turned customers to follow her. “Rine, you keep the doggy company, okay?”

“Alright, fine…” Saccharine said with a groan.

“I know you don’t like her that much, boy but please be good for the white haired lady.” Lila said.

Pierre kissed his master and jumped out of her arms, running towards Saccharine, tail wagging, wanting her to play with him.

“Well…I guess he isn’t so bad.” Saccharine said with a small grin.

“He likes you a lot better in human form, so stay that way.” Lila instructed.

“Yeah, yeah…” Saccharine said as Pierre snuggled into her lap.

“Babe, you coming or not?” Ramona asked as she began following Saccharine.

“Coming!” Lila shouted.

“Yes, you certainly did many times…” Felicia joked.

Lila petted her French Bulldog goodbye as she followed the other two. Felicia led them to a door and opened it, revealing an empty room with a very long ladder.

“This leads to my potion room.” Felicia explained. “If a non-magical person, say an intruder, tries to climb this ladder, it will just go on forever, trapping them.”

“Geez…” Lila said.

“It’s just my own little thief trap.” Felicia said.

“Not even Macaulay Culkin would come up with something so twisted.” Ramona joked.

“The spell I cast can sense that I’m a witch, so it should lead to my potion room like normal.” Felicia continued. “You two will have to follow me up…So try not to grope my ass.”

“We make no promises.” Lila joked.

Felicia started climbing the ladder, followed by Ramona and then Lila, who struggled not to look up at her girlfriend’s glorious dump truck and start getting hot and bothered again. This was not the time or place. At least not yet. The distinctive, metallic clanging sounds of them all climbing the ladder were almost rhythmic in a way.

“How long is the actual climb?” Lila shouted up.

“Even with the spell I cast on it undone, it’s still a pretty long climb.” Felicia answered. “You never know if another magic user might try something.”

“How long exactly?” Ramona asked.

“Depends on your climbing speed.” Felicia answered. “Anywhete from three to five minutes, I’d say.”

“Great…” Ramona said, annoyed.

“A full song length’s worth of climbing…What a thrill…” Lila said sarcastically.

Ramona chuckled.

“With darkness and silence through the niiiight…” Ramona said jokingly in a singsong voice as they kept climbing.

“What a thrill…” Felicia added. “I’m searching and I’ll melt into…yooouuuu…”

The metallic clangs of the ladder added to the rhythm.

“What a fear in my heart…” Ramona kept it going. “But you’re so…supreeeeeeeme…”

Lila smiled.

“I give my liiiiife…” Lila sang. “Not for honooooor…but for yoooouuuu…”

“In my time…” Ramona sang. “There’ll be no one elllllllllllse…”

“Criiiiiiiiiime…” Felicia sang. “It’s the way I fly to…yoooooooouuuuuuuuu…”

Then they all sang.

“I’m stillllll in a dreammmmmm…” In unison. “Snake eateeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr!!!”

And then they were there. Felicia pushed up the hatch to reveal a room full of fancy looking bottles, drawers and shelves as the two ghosts joined her.

“Well, that was fun.” Felicia said. “Now where did I put that damn thing?”

Lila and Ramona looked around the amazing room as Felicia rummaged through her stuff for a couple minutes.

“Here it is!” Felicia declared.

The redhead showed a bottle of pure white liquid to the blonde and the raven.

“Keep in mind, I’ve only ever used this potion on people before, so I should be there when you give it to him.” Felicia explained.

Lila seemed nervous.

“Only one way to find out…” She said.

They turned around and realized that they all had to climb back down. They all groaned out loud. A few minutes later, they got back to the ground floor and into the fight room. Pierre immediately jumped out of Saccharine’s lap and ran towards his owners, tail wagging and panting. Lila looked over at Felicia.

“Just have him drink it and it should work.” Felicia said.

“Should?” Lila asked. “You said you only ever gave it to people. What if it does something to him? What if he becomes a ghost and he can’t control his powers? What if he…?”

“Relax, babe.” Ramona said. “He’s a smart dog. He has his instincts. This is really our only option anyway.”

Lila exhaled.

“Okay…” She said. “Oh and I almost forgot.”

She reached into her pocket, took out her wallet and then her debit card.

“Here.” She said, giving it to Felicia.

“Pleasure doing business.” Felicia said.

“It certainly was.” Saccharine joked.

The redhead then bent down and picked up Pierre, who looked up at her lovingly. Felicia then handed her the uncapped potion and Lila brought it up to Pierre’s mouth. The dog guzzled the whole thing down before Lila took it away. Everyone looked at him, waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, Pierre phased right through Lila’s arms. The blonde panicked and looked around to see her dog flying through the air, in complete control.

“It worked!” Lila proclaimed. “He’s a ghost! And he knows what to do and everything!”

“He learns even faster than I thought.” Ramona said. “If only a certain someone was so easy to train.”

“Shut up.” Lila said jokingly.

Pierre flew back into Lila’s arms as she hugged her dog tightly.

“Now we can all live forever together!” Lila said with joy.

Ramona hugged them both.

“Ahem.” Saccharine mockingly coughed. “Not for the next two weeks you won’t.”

“And they’ll be the most grueling two weeks of your unlives.” Felicia added.

The ghost girlfriends looked at each other and sighed.

“Fair enough.” Ramona said.

“A deal’s a deal.” Lila added.

The witch girlfriends grinned at each other deviously. They were going to enjoy this.
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I have you snug and secure and not able to move or gain leverage, keeping our bodies pressed together nice and tight, as I keep the scissors locked along with the combo headlock and hairpull. I pulse my thigh muscles to increase the vise on your tanned tight bod and I’d be a liar if I said I am not loving the sweet little moans you’re making from the pressure.

“Still think my legs are ‘weedy’?” I hiss as I stretch them out even more and pulse again. I see you working your arms and feel your groping fingers dig into my armpit, not nails but fingertips, and start to feel discomfort as they push and press in with a lot of desperate force. I grit my teeth and struggle to keep my grip on your hair … not to mention the headlock … secure but it’s really starting to bother me and I can feel a tiny bit of numbness sinking in.

My fingers are snarled in your dark mop and they start to tremble a bit, my grip loosens and relaxes but I’m still hanging on as you try to work your head free. I finally have to release the headlock and you pull your head away … leaving strands of dark hair fluttering from my fingers down to the sand.

I focus on the scissors as I take a second to shake out my arms. Then aim a short range slap at the face I’ve been dreaming about slapping for over a year … If I have my way, and I intend to, this will be the first slap of many!  YT
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I register the stillness before anything else.
It’s the absence of resistance beneath me, the way your body no longer pushes back but lies heavy and spent against the floor. The heat of the fight lingers on my skin, my breath steady now, my muscles humming with the aftershock of exertion. I feel grounded, rooted, alive, like everything has finally settled into its proper place.
When I shift back and rise, I’m aware of myself in a new way. My body feels solid, purposeful. My shoulders are squared, my balance easy, as if the fight stripped away everything unnecessary and left only what matters. There’s a calm in me I don’t get anywhere else, a clean, sharpened focus that makes the rest of the world feel distant and small.

I stand and look down at you.

You’re still on the floor, chest rising and falling fast, breasts exposed and vulnerable, legs barely responding to the space I’ve given back. Your hair is damp and tangled against the marble, your face flushed, eyes unfocused as they struggle to catch up to what just happened. You look defeated and emptied, like our fight took something out of you that won’t come back easily. I know that look. I’ve seen it before. Like the last time we fought.

It’s the moment when anger runs out and there’s nothing left to hide behind.

Around us, the room feels altered. The air is thick, charged, as if everyone watching is holding onto the same realization. I don’t need to look at them to know what they see: not chaos, not spectacle, but certainty.

Control, settled and undeniable.

Standing in the middle of the room, all eyes on us, I feel taller standing there. Not physically, but internally. As if something in me has straightened and locked into place.
I don’t feel the urge to speak again. Words would only dilute it.

Instead, I let the silence do the work. I let you lie there and feel it, the weight of what you gave up, the truth of who decided when this ended.

I let the room absorb the image of us as we are now: you grounded, beaten and spent, me standing above, looking down into your eyes, I’m composed and untouched by doubt.

This is the part I keep hidden from the rest of my life but I cherish.

The part that understands pressure. That understands endings. That knows exactly when something is finished. I place my right foot on your face, pressing down, trying to wake you so you can fully feel the humiliation of this moment.

Then when you wake I turn away, moving on, done and full of life.

And even without looking back, I’m smiling, I know you feel it. I can feel it for you. As you lay there, the finality and humiliation of this moment… etched in our memories, a bond that we’ll share forever…
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Celebrity Fights- Polls / Re: Rayna V vs Livvy D
« Last post by fleuger99 on Today at 04:04:12 AM »
Livvy is an amazing gymnast and super fit and strong. Livvy will take this.
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Wrestling / BEAUTIFUL CHEERLEADERS WRESTLE FOR NERD
« Last post by AllAboutTheStories on Today at 03:19:38 AM »


                             BEAUTIFUL CHEERLEADERS WRESTLE FOR NERD


      When Jim (then Jimmy) went to high school, he was a shy, skinny nerd who was cruelly teased and laughed at by the pretty girls he could only dream of. Most of his dreams were about two lovely cheerleaders. There was Vicky, with her shoulder-length sandy brown hair, her charming, almost musical Southern accent and her adorable dimples, and there was Janet, with her long, light blond hair, dazzling blue eyes, and slightly wide but perfectly formed hips. Neither of them would even consider going out with him.  Instead, they mercilessly teased him. The two beauties could have any boy they wanted. They had everything, while he had nothing.
      My, how times change! Nine years later, brainy nerd Jim had tens of millions of dollars, while Janet was an addict living in cheap motels with a string of loser boyfriends, and Vicky was a hopeless drunk recently disowned by the family who had gotten tired of taking care of her. They were now desperate, as Jim had been in high school. That gave Jim an idea. Though they wouldn’t have given him the time of day in high school, they might just give him a fantasy come true. He contacted both girls, offering each of them one-thousand dollars simply to listen to a business proposal. It was an offer neither girl could refuse.
      He arranged to meet them in a small, isolated rental house. Janet arrived full of questions, but Jim made her wait until Vicky arrived too. He knew each girl would be less likely to back out if the other was there to see her back down. They looked at each other, suspiciously.
      “Ladies,” Jim said, “I have a proposal. Don’t misunderstand me. I won’t lay a finger on you. For years, I fought for your attention. Now you can fight for me. Janet, Vicky beat you for head cheerleader. Vicky, Janet beat you to become prom queen. You were always competing. Now you’ll have a chance to compete . . . in a wrestling match in this house. I’ll give the winner one hundred thousand dollars. The loser will get fifty thousand. Even if you lose, you win. Even if you say ‘I give up’ the moment your rival touches you, you’ll still get paid. Of course, you’ll be admitting to your rival that she’s a better woman than you are. To make it more interesting, you’ll also get ten thousand dollars more for every time you pin your opponent, whether you win or lose. I’m not talking about gladiatorial combat, but only a simple wrestling match.
      “Oh, and don’t bother trying to extort money from me due to my proposition. I’m rich. I




have three credible witnesses who I’ve paid off. They’re willing to testify that I was with them during the times in question. I rented this place through a third party, so it can’t be connected to me. It’s so far in the country that what happens won’t arouse any attention. Considering your reputation, who’d take your word over mine, anyway?
      Jim explained the rules. They were to wrestle in swimsuits of their choosing. The match would only end by surrender or if one girl couldn’t answer a very slow ten count. Both girls wanted the money. They accepted Jim’s offer.
      On the night of the wrestling match, Janet arrived at the rented house wearing a sky blue, V-cut swimsuit that showed a lot. Vicky wore a bright red bikini that revealed even more.
      “Remember ladies, you can back down and walk out that door. You can stop any time you want to. You have free choice. It’s up to you.”
      Neither of the lifelong rivals would back down.
      “All right. I hope you’ll use the money I’m giving you to turn your lives around, but it’s up to you. After the way you mocked and ridiculed me when we were younger, frankly, I think I deserve this. Ready . . . Set . . . Go!”
      The Southern Belle and the platinum blonde circled slowly, looking each other over, dismissively.
      Janet spoke in her sultry, low-pitched voice. “I never liked you, you trailer-trash hillbilly!”
      Vicky spoke in her soft, Southern accent. “I never liked you either, you dumb blond!”
      Their eyes narrowed. Janet pushed Vicky’s shoulder back with one hand. Vicky returned it. They exchanged double-handed shoves. They clasped hands, straining and struggling, blond and sandy brown hair whipping around. They spun each other in circles, eye-to-eye, in a very personal battle for former cheerleader supremacy.
      Vicky suddenly yanked her hands free from Janet’s and hugged the blond, pulling her in tight. Janet wrapped her arms around Vicky’s bikini-clad body. Their bodies pressed together, locked in twin bear hugs. Faces drawn tight, they strained to take each other down. They fell together and rolled on the carpet, flesh pressing flesh, one on top and then the other. Blond Janet came out on top, She sat up on the sandy haired brunette, pinning Vicky’s wrists. Vicky shook her head ‘No!’ and forced Janet off her, avoiding being pinned.
   

     

They sat up facing each other and started kicking. They wrapped one leg each around the other’s. It was leg wrestling, leg vs leg, with pride on the line! They strained until their faces turned red. Vicky’s leg won. Her leg forced Janet’s leg down over the platinum blonde, rolling her onto her shoulders. Jim counted, “One! Two!”  Janet kicked free. Vicky forced Janet to her back and sat on her, pinning Janet’s wrists. “One! Two!” No! Janet bucked and jolted her curvaceous body desperately again and again to keep her shoulders up. “One! Two!” Janet kicked madly. Vicky lie flat on top Janet, body on body, looked back over her shoulder, and used her legs to pin Janet’s legs down. It was a head-to-toe, full body pin! “One! Two! Three!” Vicky had earned an extra ten thousand dollars!
      Due to the rules, Vicky only had to release the blond and stand before going back after her. Embarrassed, Janet threw fists! Vicky punched back! A knee driven deep into Vicky’s bare belly doubled her over and sent her to her back. Janet grabbed Vicky’s feet. She lunged forward holding them, forcing Vicky’s feet down over Vicky’s own head! Janet had the red-bikini-clad brunette rolled up onto her shoulders! Each time Janet thrust Vicky’s feet down, Vicky cried out, her hands flailing helplessly! “One! Two! Three!”
      Janet earned a quick ten thousand dollars. Due to Vicky’s earlier pin on her, they were even.
      Janet had Vicky shaken. The light-blue-clad blonde shoved the sandy-brown haired brunette down, sat her up and sat down behind her. Janet wrapped her thighs around Vicky’s bare waist and squeezed with all her strength. Vicky cried out in pain! Jim asked, but Vicky refused to surrender. Janet turned up the pressure. Vicky grabbed Janet’s toes and yanked them apart. Janet yelled wildly. She leaned forward to pull Vicky’s hands off her toes, but as she did, Vicky slammed the back of her head back into Janet’s teeth! Janet fell back, releasing her hold and clutching her mouth for a moment.
      Furious, Janet shoved Vicky to her back, but as she scrambled to crawl on top, Vicky threw her legs up and slammed them shut around the blonde’s head! Vicky took Janet down and applied a leg scissors. Vicky squeezed her legs mercilessly around Janet’s face. Janet kicked wildly and pulled Vicky’s thighs desperately, but Vicky’s legs were too strong. She kept her iron grip. With Janet’s face smothered in Vicky’s thighs, Jim could only see Janet’s forehead, but it turned violet from the pressure! Suddenly Vicky threw her head back, screaming madly! She threw her legs wide open.
       “She bit me! She bit my leg!”


      There were no expressed rules against it. They collided on their knees. struggling, crawling all over each other’s swimsuit-clad bodies, until Janet slammed Vicky down to her front, with Janet sitting on top of her. Janet looked right at Jim, and then she started bouncing up and down on Vicky’s back, driving the Southern Belle into the floor! Vicky slapped the carpet in pain. Janet leaned down to roll the sandy-brown-haired brunette over to pin her. As she did, Vicky reached up and pulled the blonde off by her hair. Janet shrieked.
      They raced up to their feet. Snarling, Janet threw a punch, but Vicky blocked it and slapped the taste out of Janet’s mouth! Janet spun down onto her front. Vicky sat on Janet’s hips, curled her fingers in Janet’s beautiful blond hair, and began a vicious hair pull. The blue-eyed platinum blonde let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched scream, but she refused to quit. Vicky used Janet’s hair to rub the blonde’s face in the carpet. Showing her flexibility, Janet kicked her feet back around Vicky’s chin and slammed her hard over backward.
      Snarling, they rose to their knees. A wild struggle began. Janet clipped Vicky with an uppercut under her chin. Vicky’s head flew back, and she fell. Janet didn’t go for a pin. She sat Vicky up, knelt behind her, wrapped an arm under Vicky’s chin around her neck, and put her into a ‘sleeper’ hold, which was little more than a choke. Vicky tugged desperately at Janet’s arm, but it was useless. Vicky’s eyelids fluttered. But though Janet had one arm around Vicky’s neck, she had the other hand clamped on that arm, directly in front of Vicky’s mouth. Vicky seized Janet’s hand and bit Janet’s fingers! Janet wailed and let go, falling to her back. Vicky collapsed forward. Raging, Janet lunged for her, But Vicky kicked back, kicking her foot deep into Janet’s stomach and almost kicking it through her! Janet collapsed to the floor. Vicky lie on her back, hands by her face, palms up, legs sliding on the carpet. Janet was curled up in a ball, clutching her waist. They were both obviously hurt.
      Jim said, “Maybe we should call it a draw. You could split the one-hundred thousand evenly.”
     Janet snarled, “No way! I own her! I want it all!”
      Vicky gasped, “I won’t let her beat me!”
      In high school, all they cared about were accolades. Now, they were ruled by greed and ego.
It was their choice. Jim let it go on, but he knew someone was going down, soon! Someone was
going to prove superior, once and for all!
      Both struggled to rise, but Vicky was barely on her hands and knees by the time Janet was on
her feet. Janet pulled Vicky up by her hair and drew w-a-y back to deliver a possible knockout



punch. But again, Vicky almost kicked her foot threw Janet’s waist! Janet cried out and doubled
over, wrapping her arms around her waist. Gasping, Vicky stepped back and set. Still doubled
over, Janet looked up. Vicky leapt up and delivered a leaping cheerleader-style kick into Janet’s
face!  Janet flew across the room and crashed down. The blonde lie sprawled out on her back.
Janet was devastated. Vicky sat her up and wrapped her legs around Janet’s head, crushing the
blonde’s face between her thighs. Janet’s hands pawed pitifully at Vicky’s legs, but Janet’s blue
eyes slowly closed. She struggled for a minute, but she was outmatched and helpless. Her legs
slid straight out in front of her, and her arms dropped limply by her sides. Blond Janet stopped
struggling. Jim didn’t wait for a ten count. He raced in to stop the fight before any serious harm
was done.
      Released, Janet fell to her back, eyes closed, barely conscious. Vicky stood over her defeated
rival, as Jim raised her hand in victory. Jim decided to give each girl ten thousand dollars for the
pin they scored. Vicky left one hundred ten thousand dollars richer. Jim stayed with Janet until
she fully came to. Janet left with her pride crushed, but her wallet sixty-thousand dollars fuller.
      Despite their considerable winnings, Jim knew they would blow it all relatively soon. That
was their nature. Both beauties expressed an interest in him. Of course, he knew they were only
interested in him for his money. That was their nature, too. He had his fun with them, but he
wasn’t about to stay with either one. He knew neither had any intention of changing her ways
and that they would only use him and drag him down with them. In a final, delicious twist, in the
end, HE turned THEM down! Beauty isn’t everything, and neither woman was the kind of
person he could have a relationship with.
Besides, he was still quite rich. There would be other women, other matches . . ..
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