YOUNG WOMEN, OLD ENEMIES

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YOUNG WOMEN, OLD ENEMIES: FIST FIGHT!
   
Beautiful, blond Darlie had the face of an angel and the body of a goddess. She was living the good life. She enjoyed being pampered. She believed she earned it. She grew up in trailer parks and living a hard life. Her father had walked out when she was a child. In Darlie's opinion, her mother was impossible to live with. They fought constantly.  When Darlie turned eighteen, her mother left, too, leaving Darlie to fend for herself. She had few options. She relied on the one asset she had, her voluptuous body. Incredibly amorous, Darlie was always looking for love in all the wrong places. She latched onto any young man who would take care of her. Unfortunately, Darlie could be somewhat needy and she had a temper. As beautiful as she was, men didn't stay with her long.  She worked her way through half the eligible young men in the county. As for the other half . . ..
In those days, Darlie had a rival. Brunette bombshell Casey was about the same age as Darlie. She had also come from the trailer parks, and her life was just as hard as Darlie's. She was smarter than Darlie, but she didn't last long in college. With an appetite for living large and partying, she quickly ran out of money and ended up back in the trailer park she came from. Casey adopted the same lifestyle as Darlie, finding young men to entrance with her gorgeous smile, mesmerizing eyes, and long, perfect legs. The problem was that her temper was as bad as Darlie's. She too went from man to man.
The girls lived in trailer parks on opposite sides of their small town. The people there were mostly good, hard-working folks who tried to help the girls, but, well, Darlie and Casey were who they were. They were two incredibly desirable young women stalking their male prey in the same small town.  That made them rivals and enemies.

They fought a battle of the beds over men and had their share of all-out catfights, with neither young woman winning a clear edge over the other.
   Then a handsome, rich young man named Liam moved to town. Both girls immediately went after him. They pitted their charm, their beauty, and their bodies against each other in an effort to win him. When he couldn't decide, they engaged in a hell of a catfight over him. 
   When Liam finally chose Darlie, Casey left town.
   Darlie finally had everything she had ever dreamed of. She had a handsome, rich man who bought her everything from expensive clothes to a fancy car. She never even had to lift a finger. He did everything for her.
   To Darlie's amazement, she learned that the good life could come with an unexpected cost; boredom. Liam worked all day, leaving Darlie alone in his huge house. The sameness of the days and the solitude became unendurable. Liam's rich friends were snobs who had no use for a woman they saw as trailer trash.
   One day, she got an idea. She had friends, once. She hopped in her expensive sports car and headed to the one place she had ever felt she belonged. To drove to the trailer park where she had grown up. Darlie needed friends.
   She drove into the trailer park expecting a warm welcome, but she got a rude awakening. When she saw a woman who had been a friend, a smile spread across her lips. She walked to her.
   The woman turned. "Well, look what the cat dragged back in. What happened, Darlie? Did your rich man get tired of you and kick you out?"
   Darlie's smile faded. "No. I only wanted to see my old friends."


   
The woman scoffed. "Friends? That's a laugh! "We've seen you driving around town in your fancy car, eating at the best restaurants and buying expensive clothes. You're rolling in money. Did you ever think about us? Did you ever offer to help any of us, even a little? The cost of just one of your high-priced outfits could have helped one of us pay for our trailer space for a month, or buy shoes for our kids, or. . .. Did you ever think about that?"
   She hadn't. Darlie was stunned. Overwhelmed by the chance to live the life she always dreamed of, she had gotten lost in that dream. She had left her old life and her old friends behind. She never meant to be selfish or unkind. She simply hadn't been thinking.
   Darlie heard a familiar voice. "You don't belong here, Darlie."
   Darlie gasped. "Casey!"
   Casey walked out from behind a small trailer. "I'm back."
   Darlie's blue eyes narrowed. "I thought I chased you out of town."
   Casey's big, brown eyes narrowed, too. She adopted an incredibly sexy yet angry pout. "You didn't chase me anywhere. I left. When I came back I couldn't afford my old park, so I moved here. You wouldn't know anything about not being able to afford something, would you? You've forgotten what it's like to have to fight for everything you have. The people here understand. We're a family. The people who were your friends are my friends now. They like me, not you. Why don't you get back in your expensive car and drive back to your rich boyfriend like the kept, dumb blonde you are?"
   Darlie snapped, "I AIN'T dumb!"
   "Oh," Casey said, mocking her, "you . . . AIN'T?"
   Some of Darlie's old friends and neighbors snickered.


   Overwhelmed by having her old friends turn against her, Darlie's temper boiled. She told Casey, "Maybe we ought to start back up where we left off."
   Casey stepped closer. "If anything proves you're dumb, that does. I've been waiting a long time for this."
   The women faced off. No one in the trailer park wanted to stop them. They were all encouraging Casey, which made Darlie even more determined to beat her. Blond Darlie sneered. She stood 5'4", weighed 131 lbs., wearing a blue cut off tank top that left her midsection bare, white shorts, and her customary flipflops. Brunette Casey's bottom lip was out in an angry pout, and her big, brown eyes smoldered with hate. She stood 5'7", weighed about 115 lbs., wearing a red bikini top, tiny, skin-tight black shorts, and she was barefoot. Her very long, straight black hair fell loosely over her shoulders.
   Casey shoved Darlie. Darlie pushed back. Casey returned it, almost pushing Darlie down. The young women raised their fists and started to circle each other, slowly.
   Someone shouted, "You can take her, Casey!"
   Casey threw a quick, short jab to Darlie's forehead, but there wasn't much to it. She was testing her foe, feeling her out. Darlie wasn't as cautious. She threw a swinging fist to Casey's cheek, but Casey shook it off. Darlie fired another, but Casey slammed her fist into Darlie's nose, lighting the blonde up! They traded fists. It was Casey! Darlie! Casey! Darlie! They erupted into a wild flurry of fits, as the crowd cheered. They gave each other all they had. Soon Casey had Darlie on her heels in full retreat. Casey caught Darlie with a tremendous fist up under her chin that sent Darlie crashing down like a ton of bricks! The crowd loved it!
   The beautiful blonde lie face down in the dirt at Casey's feet. Casey stood over her and taunted, "Get up, Darlie. I want more. Get up!"


   Darlie rolled over and looked up at Casey. Her eyes narrowed. She rose with a tremendous sneer on her lips. She was boiling mad. There were no gloves, only the girl's fists. There were no rounds, no referee, and no rules. This wasn't a boxing match. It was a fight.
   Casey caught Darlie with a right hook as she tried to get to her feet, but Darlie was a fighter. She took the punch and hammered Casey with her fists. Casey pounded Darlie in return. The women stood their ground, standing toe to toe firing fists into each other's face and body. Now it was Casey backing up. Darlie had Casey rocking. Darlie slammed her fist into Casey's mouth, sending the brunette in red falling back over a folding table. With Casey's shoulder blades on the table, Darlie delivered a sledgehammer-like fist between Casey's eyes. Casey's big, brown eyes went blank for an instant from the near knockout blow. As Darlie shook out her own fist, Casey covered her face with her hands to try to block. That left her toned belly open to attack. Darlie slammed her fist into it, driving a choking yell from Casey.
   Casey kicked Darlie back a few steps and then lunged, wrapping her arms around the hot blonde and clinching to try to stop Darlie's punches. Darlie grunted. "Can't take it?" Darlie slung Casey off her, but Casey was furious. She threw a tremendous jab that slammed into the cheekbone and eyebrow surrounding Darlie's left eye. Darlie cried out. She cupped her hands over her face and staggered away.
   Casey taunted, "What's wrong, Darlie? Can't YOU take it?"
   Darlie spun back to face her with her pearly white teeth bared and fire in her blue eyes. They ran together into a mad blur of fists. Spit sprayed from each beauty's mouth from each punch. Casey's fists seemed to strike Darlie from every direction at once, pounding Darlie's lovely face. The busty blonde swayed. Her legs were like wet noodles.
She could barely stay on her feet.


   Casey had always been jealous of Darlie's bigger, better breasts. They became Casey's targets. Casey enjoyed the feel of her fists smashing into Darlie's breasts. Darlie cried out from each punch. She tried to protect her punished breasts, but that left her face unprotected. Casey's knuckles cracked against Darlie's cheeks, leaving Darlie's face red and had tears welling in her blue eyes. Then Casey threw the hardest blow of the fight, digging her fist deep into Darlie's waist. Darlie's bare belly seemed to swallow Casey's fist. Her blue eyes bulged in shock, fear, and pain. Casey got in tight, driving fist after fist up into Darlie's tortured tummy so hard they lifted the blonde up onto her toes until she doubled over. Casey pinched her fingers around Darlie's chin and forced her to look up at her as she drew back her fist. Casey slammed her fist into Darlie's mouth! Darlie flew down, lying with her back on the dirt with her eyes closed. She gasped for air, her face red.
   Casey stood over her with her bare foot on Darlie's bare belly and taunted, "Stay down, Darlie. You're no match for me anymore. Everybody here knows it."
   Darlie wouldn't. She couldn't. She tried to sit up. Casey reached down to haul her up by her hair. As she did, Darlie put all she had left into a tremendous uppercut. Her punch slammed under Casey's chin, sending the brunette standing straight up. From her seated position, Darlie kicked her foot up between Casey's legs. Casey cried out and sank to her knees. The bottom of Darlie's now bare foot slammed against Casey's face, sending her to her back.
   They were both down. The trailer park crowd begged Casey to rise. Both determined women struggled to pick themselves up. Pride was on the line. Neither girl would admit defeat. They staggered up. Their bellies heaved, as they gasped for air. Both beauty's cheeks were red, and their chins were wet with their own saliva as a result of the punches they had taken.


   Casey insisted, "I'm putting you down!"
   Darlie's top lip curled and she shook her head. "No way."
   They staggered together and began a last, toe-to-toe fistfight. Each woman's eyes seemed to beg the other to fall. It was an all-out battle to prove which woman had more head to toe, and to prove whose body would fall to whose. Darlie's legs shook violently, and her ankles turned under. She cried out each time Casey's knuckles cracked against her face or drove deep into her body. Every fist almost sent Darlie down. Then Casey slammed her fist into Darlie's nose. Darlie flew down to the dirt. Darlie lie on her back with the back of one hand over her face palm up, and her other hand up, begging Casey to stay off her.
   Casey stood over her. "You've gotten soft, Darlie. Get up."
   Darlie didn't. She couldn't.
   Casey gloated. "I left you lying on your fat butt!"
   Darlie whined. "I'm . . . not . . . fat!"
   Casey pulled Darlie up by her hair, punched her in the face, and sent her flying off her feet before crashing back down in the dirt.
   Lying on her back, Darlie gasped. "Okay! Okay! I'm fat! I'm fat!"
Laughter came from the crowd. Casey sat on Darlie with one leg on either side of her and pounded Darlie until she was helpless. Then she stood over her with one foot on Darlie's heaving chest.
"You don't belong here anymore, Darlie. Now, I ran YOU out! Crawl away, Darlie. Crawl!" Defeated, Darlie started to crawl on hands and knees toward her car. In a final insult, Casey kicked her bare foot hard into Darlie's hips, sending her face


sliding in the dirt. Darlie crawled away, staggered to her car in shame, and drove off.
   Casey was left standing to savor her victory over her longtime enemy.
   When Darlie got home, her boyfriend couldn't miss the clear imprint of Casey's dusty foot across the back of Darlie's white shorts. She told him everything. She could see the excitement in his eyes when he learned that Casey was back in town. She should have been worried about the very real threat Casey posed to her relationship, but only one thought filled her mind.
   Darlie wanted revenge. 

   This story continues the feud between Darlie and Casey that began back in the catfighting section in the story, "EPIC TRAILER TRASH CLASH: Darlie v CASEY (Currently about page 10 in that section) and their rematch (About page 9). Darlie was last seen in an all-out battle against Susan in the wrestling section in the story MATS, MUD, and JELLO)

[Horny-Jew]

The women faced off. No one in the trailer park wanted to stop them. They were all encouraging Casey, which made Darlie even more determined to beat her. Blond Darlie sneered. She stood 5'4", weighed 131 lbs., wearing a blue cut off tank top that left her midsection bare, white shorts, and her customary flipflops. Brunette Casey's bottom lip was out in an angry pout, and her big, brown eyes smoldered with hate. She stood 5'7", weighed about 115 lbs., wearing a red bikini top, tiny, skin-tight black shorts, and she was barefoot. Her very long, straight black hair fell loosely over her shoulders.

Good story, but I would have had her wear a blouse/shirt (with no bra) instead of a red bikini top. It's sexier when this type of top gets ripped open/off during a fight.

[Horny-Jew]