LA Women, Ch. 4
Sarah was sitting on a stool at the bar near the back of Clifton’s, a bar on Broadway in downtown LA. The bar had opened in the mid-1930s, about 35 years ago, but it had been remodeled recently and was starting to get a reputation among the young professionals like Sarah as a cool place to hang out and find some life to live. She had moved to LA after graduating from Johns Hopkins, and she worked at the LA Music Center. A great beauty, she had blossomed early and for a long time, with great, full breasts, a fit body with a large and powerful backside, and rather long, wavy hair that alternated between a strawberry blonde and light brown depending on the season. She had full lips, a cute nose with a bit of an upturn, and hazel eyes that always shone with a zest for life. As said, she had developed into a great beauty from a young age, and since then she’d been the focus of all of the men and the women of any room she walked into. That meant that she’d been challenged by a lot of women, and she prided herself on meeting any challenge that came her way. She had grown up in a traditional, old money family in Virginia, and from her youth she’d had an “open dance card” policy, as her mother had put it. Her social life, as it were, had been very busy in college and in her time here in LA, in college mostly through playing lacrosse and her sorority, while in LA her action had either come through stray encounters out on the town or arranged bouts through her manager, as Sarah thought of her, Daniella, who guided her and arranged fights against other similarly beautiful and active young women, some of which could be quite lucrative.
Sarah and Daniella were in the middle of negotiating a fight that had the potential to be her most lucrative to date. Just over a month ago, Daniella had arranged fights for Sarah and Courtney, another young woman Daniella looked out for, at a mountain cabin owned by Steve Turnbull, a man with a deep interest in female competition and deeper pockets. Their opponents had both been managed by a woman named Gwendolyn, who had worked her way to the top of the mountain of their world in LA and who, it seemed, had been quite the competitor in her own time. She was still quite the beauty and still seemed quite fierce, too. Sarah and Courtney had beaten Gwendolyn’s two girls quite handedly, and Gwendolyn had not taken it well. She had challenged Daniella to put Sarah up against a girl Gwendolyn said was her best. And then, a few weeks ago, while Sarah, Courtney, and Daniella had been taking care of some bitches at a bar in Pasadena, Gwendolyn and this girl had appeared to watch. After that fight, Daniella and Gwendolyn had been negotiating the rules, money, and venue for this fight between Sarah and this prize fighter, whose name was Katherine. Courtney would also have a bout of some kind against another girl whom Gwendolyn had ready.
These arranged fights had, at first, been based on charging their audience for admission, and of course the more attractive and the more aggressive the women, the more they were willing to pay. But more recently, betting on these fights had become more popular, and there was a disagreement over how they would split the take from the admission and the bets they would take. Gwendolyn was demanding that she and her girls take a higher percentage than they deserved. They were also arguing over where the fights would happen and what the rules would be. Boxing or fighting, wrestling, dry or wet, rules about punches to the face or attacks to the body, what the girls would wear, all of it seemed like it was on the table. With Courtney and her opponent, there was debate about whether the contest would be more sexual or more violent. And then on top of that, there was the possibility of some sort of punishment or show where the winner would get to have her way with the loser. Whatever, as far as Sarah was concerned. She was waiting for Daniella and Steve Turnbull to settle it and tell her when and where to show up. But they had warned her, very seriously, that she was not do engage with Gwendolyn or Kate should they approach her outside the ring. “Let us build the fight; don’t give it away” was how Steve had put it.
So tonight she was out on the town, having a drink or two downtown at this bar on Broadway. The music was live and the beer was pretty good, and she knew that she looked great. She was wearing tight jeans that showed off her great ass and a white blouse with an open neckline that did the same for her cleavage, and her hair and makeup were on point. Men were checking her out and a few came up and offered to buy her a drink. Those she had blown off, and the guy who insisted and tried to pull her beer away from her she’d kicked in the balls and sent on his way. She did find herself wondering what Steve was doing that night, though. Sarah thought that he had taken notice of her beyond the fighting, but she wasn’t sure, and sitting at the bar she found herself more than once wondering if he was thinking about her at that moment. Her friend Courtney had been in action at the cabin, too, and Sarah found herself wondering if there was anything between the two of them. And as she was thinking this, the platinum blonde Kate appeared at her side. She was leaning against the bar, just inside Sarah’s personal space, and she was staring directly into her eyes. This was the first time that Sarah had seen the platinum blonde up close, and she was very impressive. She was a great beauty, for sure, with piercing blue eyes and strong, perfectly formed cheekbones, and it looked like her nearly-white hair was her natural color, and it was perfectly straight and lustrous. She was very fit and obviously strong, and up close her breasts were even better than they’d looked when Sarah had briefly seen her during her brawl at Handlebars. Not quite enormous, but large and looking very firm and very real but sitting up high on her chest, and her nipples were clearly poking through her rather substantial blouse. The two women checked each other out in silence, faces and bodies, and as she finished up Sarah got in a glance at Kate’s hand that was resting on the bar, her hard-looking knuckles, and she saw Kate do the same with her hand that was wrapped around her beer.
“Evening, Sarah,” Kate said at last.
“Fancy seeing you here.”
“Nothing mysterious about it. I heard that you like this place.”
“And you wanted to check me out up close? Like what you see?” Sarah asked her mischievously.
“I do,” Kate said, and as she spoke, she turned herself so that she was facing Sarah straight-on. Sarah mirrored her so that now both young women were square with each other, and both of them ever-so-slightly pulled back their shoulders and put their imposing chests forward. “You’re very pretty, and you have a great body. You don’t quite have it to compete at the level you’re stepping into with us, of course, but you’re better than average, no doubt.”
“We’ll see about that when we meet up,” Sarah said, slowly, her eyes narrowing.
“We will. Although I’ve seen the list of girls you’ve fought, and I don’t think it’s going to go the way you think.”
Sarah was about to make a response when a pretty brunette materialized at her shoulder. “Excuse me,” the brunette said loudly.
“What?” both Sarah and Kate said, simultaneously.
“Is one of you the bitch who kicked my friend in the balls?”
“I think that would be her,” Kate said, smiling.
The pretty brunette turned to Sarah and said, “I guess it was you, then.”
“What about it?” Sarah asked, turning now to face the brunette. “He hit on me and I told him to fuck off because he’s fat and his shirt was ugly. Then he tried to take my beer so he could buy me a new one. He wasn’t taking the hint so I gave him the punt.”
The pretty brunette smiled at her and then she reached across and took Sarah’s beer and poured it over her head. Sarah saw the move coming and she let it happen, out of some deep need to feel the rush of anger she knew would come as the sugary liquid seeped into her beautiful hair and ran down her back and front, making her blouse transparent where it touched her flesh. She sat, letting it all percolate, and she saw that Kate was grinning and she grinned back at her and then she shoved the brunette back and came off the stool. The pretty brunette was pretty quick, and she grabbed Sarah by the hair with one hand and she was popping her in the face with her other. The blows were somewhere between punches and slaps and Sarah took them. With one hand she grabbed the brunette by the arm that was pulling her hair and with the other she slammed punches into the brunette’s stomach. After a few landed, the brunette let go of Sarah’s hair and backed away, holding herself. She was no longer smiling, but Sarah was. The brunette raised her hands to defend herself and Sarah just threw herself into her. She drove the other girl back onto the dance floor, sending dancers scattering, and they struggled for a few seconds and then Sarah bore her down to the floor. The brunette was pulling her hair but it only took Sarah a little bit to get on top of her and straddle her, controlling her. Sarah slapped her across the face, viciously, back and forth, and the brunette was lying on her back, stunned.
Sarah hit her a few more times and then, seizing her by the hair, pulled her up to her feet. The girl wasn’t finished, though, and she smacked Sarah across the face before she could react. Sarah hit her across the face and took a punch to the stomach and another to the face, just taking them straight up, and then Sarah nailed her squarely in the mouth with her left fist and across the jaw with her right. The pretty brunette was reeling now and Sarah grabbed her by the hair and spinning her in a circle flung her into the bar. The brunette crashed helplessly into the stool Sarah had been occupying and slumped helplessly to the ground. At that moment, Sarah heard a commotion behind her. She spun around, fists coming up, but she wasn’t being attacked. Kate was squaring off with a tall blonde. The fat ass with the ugly shirt had two friends, it seemed. The blonde threw a right and a left but Kate slipped them both and she came back roaring. Kate nailed the other girl in the stomach and then in the chest with a straight right hand and then with another left in the stomach. The last one had the blonde doubled up and Kate slammed her knee up into her face, sending her helpless to the ground. And with that, it was over. Some guys came and gathered up the girls’ two victims and Sarah and Kate reclaimed their stools at the bar. Kate ordered them both a fresh beer and they both took long pulls.
“Looks like you have a good punch,” Sarah said.
“It seems you do too. And you like to take a punch. You like a little pain with your pleasure,” Kate added, finishing her beer. She slid off the stool and, as she stood, pulled a card out of her pocket. “We’ve got something going tomorrow night. You should stop by, catch the show.”
The card was a name and an address. Sarah accepted it and the two young women nodded to each other and then the platinum blonde was gone.
Sarah kept the address card and went home. But she couldn’t sleep, and the next day, a Saturday, she couldn’t reclaim her piece of mind. She sat around her apartment all morning, thinking of the platinum blonde, Kate, and the insulting comments that she’d made about Sarah, about her looks and her fighting. And about how much she’d wanted to just get it on with her there at Clifton’s rather than wait for this deal to get done between Gwendolyn and Daniella. It was taking forever, and Sarah didn’t see why. Daniella had never taken this long to get something done before. Yes, there was more money involved this time, and Steve Turnbull too, but Sarah knew that it wasn’t Steve who was holding things up, as he wanted to see her fight this girl more than anything. This big-boobed, big-mouthed blonde who had somehow found her and stepped on her territory when she had known Sarah couldn’t retaliate and give her what she deserved. Daniella had always looked out for Sarah in the past, but there was a lot of money at stake now, and Sarah knew that she was making a real name for herself around the city. While thinking all of this, she had started pacing around her apartment, and then when she realized what she was doing, she threw herself into a proper top-to-bottom, all-day cleaning session. As she cleaned, she thought of how much people liked watching her, well, how much the men liked her and how much the women didn’t like her, and she thought of how big she could possibly get, and she scrubbed the floors and de-iced the freezer and dusted, all faster and faster as she thought about how big she could really get.
At the end of the day, she sat down on the couch, the apartment immaculately clean and her mind going faster than ever. Still stewing over the insults she’d had to endure the previous night and her frustration with Daniella’s taking so long to get the fight set, Sarah suddenly thought of Courtney. Courtney was going to have a match against one of Gwendolyn’s girls, too, but she also had a thing going tonight, a sexfight-kind of match that Daniella didn’t have a hand in. Sarah was mad that Courtney got to have something going on while she had had to endure Kate’s taunting, but she also felt intrigued by the kind of matches that Courtney did in a way she hadn’t before. And, spending the day cleaning and thinking about the previous night and her situation with Daniella and Steve Turnbull had not done anything to calm her down—just the opposite. She sat there, staring at the address Kate had given her the night before and thinking about Courtney, and then she made up her mind. Resolutely, Sarah ate some leftovers out of the fridge, and put on some flirty clothes that would still let her move well, should the need arise, did her hair and make-up to the same degree, and then she was out the door and into the LA nightlife once again.
Courtney’s match was being held at a house up in the hills, just south of Griffith Park. It was built in the late ‘20s, and even to Sarah, who had grown up with old money in Virginia, it was very impressive for its style and location if not the overall size. It was a Spanish colonial with high ceilings, rounded doorways, and a lot of living space. Sarah felt a little underdressed, but with her chin up and a bewitching smile on her face, she fell in behind a middle-aged couple as they went up the front steps and through the door. There were a few other couples in a very large living room, one entire wall of which was an enormous window with a spectacular view down on downtown LA to the south. For an instant, she felt keenly aware that she was looking down at Clifton’s, the bar where she’d met Kate the night before. Sarah mingled a bit, and it seemed to be going well until a very attractive but severe redhead in her 40s took Sarah by the elbow and pulled her aside into a hallway. The woman was wearing a black dress and she was clearly the owner of the house or, at the least, in charge of the evening. One look at her and Sarah knew that this was a woman who always got her way.
“Can I help you?” the redhead asked in a tone that clearly indicated she was not in the habit of helping people, especially attractive young women who had come into her house uninvited.
Sarah put on her most “I’m a southern belle from the right family, and I’m always nice to my friends” voice and replied, “I’m a friend of Courtney’s. I was hoping to see her tonight.”
The redhead reappraised her, more suggestively this time, and said, “I see. Are you of similar disposition as your friend?”
“I am, ma’am,” Sarah answered, hoping that the “ma’am” wouldn’t be going too far. It was hard to tell with women like this.
“I see.” The redhead was nodding now. “Would your name be Sarah?”
“It would,” she said, relaxing a bit now. She was in, and it felt good.
“Would you be willing to participate in some activities tonight, if it could be arranged?”
“Absolutely,” Sarah answered, without a second thought.
The redhead nodded again and led Sarah through the house to a back bedroom where Courtney was sitting on the bed in a white robe. The Chinese girl looked amazing, and Sarah told her so and hugged her. Courtney’s makeup and hair were perfect and accentuated her tremendous natural beauty, her little nose and wide cheekbones and black eyes, and there was no mistaking the majestic curves of her body under the robe. Courtney was surprised to see Sarah there, as she had never shown interest in the sexfighting side of things, and Sarah explained everything that had happened in the last 24 hours. Courtney agreed with her that it had taken too long to set up their bouts with Gwendolyn’s girls and that Kate was a bitch to show up like than when she knew that Sarah had been instructed to respond to the provocation. Sarah and Courtney agreed that they were going to give those girls the beating they deserved and then Sarah asked her about tonight. But rather than get into the details, Courtney said only, in a cheeky tone, that the pay was great and that Sarah would have to wait to see the specific competition at the same time as everyone else. And then the middle-aged redhead came to the door and told Courtney they were nearly ready.
At that prompting, Sarah hugged Courtney again and told her again that she looked beautiful and that she was better than whatever girl they’d found to put up against her, and then the redheaded hostess led Sarah back to the living room and to a seat. The furniture had been rearranged so that on one side of the room were sets of couches, love seats, and recliners, with maybe 15 people seated, and on the other side was a lone empty chair with some peculiar rigging on the back. Sarah took a seat on the end of a couch next to a middle-aged woman and an older man who seemed to be her husband. The woman smiled intently at Sarah and patted her arm as she sat, while the older man nodded briefly at her and then went back into what seemed a semi-catatonic state. The woman seemed like she was about to introduce herself and the man, but then the redheaded hostess came out and clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. As she did, Sarah noticed an attractive woman in her thirties, with dirty blonde hair, coming out of the kitchen area and taking a seat by the door. Sarah thought she had the look of a born fighter but also of a bully, a woman who liked hurting when it was safe but who would melt under real pressure. The hostess thanked everyone for coming and for their support and promised them a special evening, and then she went right into introducing the two women. Courtney was first, and she came out slowly, seductively swaying her hips, still wearing her robe, barefoot, her hair and makeup still perfect. It was like there was a halo around her. Courtney took her spot to the audience’s left of the chair and the hostess called out the other woman, Diane. Diane had medium-length light brown hair and was probably in her early 30s, and she was also attractive, although Sarah didn’t think she was as beautiful as Courtney, being about ten years older. She too was wearing a white robe and was barefoot, and she took her spot to the right of the lone chair, mirroring Courtney and receiving just as much enthusiastic clapping as the Chinese beauty had. The two young women glared at each other and then faced the audience, smiling and twisting and turning their feminine bodies every so slightly. The scene was definitely driving up the audience’s energy level. Sarah could feel her heart beating harder in her chest, and as she took note of her increased breathing she glanced over and saw that the dirty blonde by the door was staring right at her. The two of them held eye contact for a beat too long, and then Sarah took her attention back to Courtney and her opponent.
The two women at the front of the room dropped their robes to the floor, and the tension in the room jumped again. Both girls were wearing the skimpiest of lingerie, matching seats of sequined bras and panties, Courtney in black and Diane in white. On both girls, the bra and panties were as if they had been sculpted to fit their bodies perfectly. It was as if Courtney’s enormous breasts swelled up from some endless pool of cleavage, and the panties rode up on high on her lean hips and then dipped down low below her abs and her flat waist. She looked lean and stronger. Diane was a bit taller than her Chinese rival, and older, although despite the difference in their ages Courtney had the more developed bust. But while they weren’t as large as the incomparable Chinese beauty’s, Diane’s were well-formed and nearly as perfect in their shape and firmness. Her hips were a little wider than Courtney’s, and her abs were not as visible but still, her waist looked tight and her ass was every bit as impressive as the other’s. The hostess briefly inspected both girls’ hands to make sure their fingernails were trimmed all the way down. The younger woman and the older woman were now starting to glance at each other, and when she was done with the nail check, the hostess called for them to step up and face each other. With the chair behind them, and the lights of downtown LA framing it all, the two came nearly toe to toe, or tit to tit, and looked each other dead in the eye. Smiling, the redheaded hostess let this moment hold until the tension in the room seemed nearly to burst, and then she called for them to step back a bit. Reluctantly, both did.
“Courtney, what do you want to do your opponent?” the hostess asked.
“I’d love to smack her right across her face.”
“And why is that?”
“Because she thinks she’s still pretty.”
This drew some approving chuckles from the crowd and a scowl from Diane.
“And Diane, same question.”
“I want to maul those cow tits of her until she cries. She’s scared to catfight with me because she knows what I’d do to those things.”
“Come try me, bitch,” Courtney said, which drew a very perfunctory rebuke from the hostess.
“Ladies, now, now,” the hostess added, in a tone more approving than not. “Just hold one more minute. Courtney, why do you think that you’re going to win tonight?”
“Because I’m younger and hotter, and I’m better than she is.”
“And Diane, same question.”
“Same fucking answer,” Diane said immediately. Both girls’ chests were heaving dramatically now, and they were looking each other up and down, with long, lingering stares at each other’s breasts.
“Excellent,” the hostess said. She now stepped to the side, leaving Courtney and Diane in the center of the frame, with the chair squarely between them. “For those who are unaware, here are the rules. There is a cash prize for the evening, made possible by your very thoughtful donations, so thank you all for that. First one girl will be shackled to the chair, and the other will have 5 minutes to use her to entertain herself and to stimulate the audience. After that, the other girl will have her turn, also for 5 minutes. And at the end, you the audience will get to vote on who elicited the best performance from her costar. As it were,” she added with a little smile. “And to decide who goes first, rather than flip a coin, we will have a face slapping contest. Ladies, get ready. Whoever knocks her opponent down or makes her say ‘quit’ first, wins.”
Sarah felt like every inch of her skin was electric.
Courtney and Diane braced themselves, their bare feet gripping the hardwood floor as best they could, the muscles of their legs and arms and necks tensing up. Diane had the first shot. She inhaled, exhaled, and inhaled sharply, and she flattened her hand and swung it halfway up, and again, and then she whipped it up and slapped Courtney. It was a wicked blow, right on the cheek, and Courtney yelped inadvertently. She was spun halfway around, and her black hair spun with her, flying through the air. She didn’t go down, though. Diane stood admiring her work, the red sting she’d put on the Chinese girl, and she flexed her hand appreciatively. And then Courtney readied herself, tensing herself and taking a slow practice swing, bringing her hand all the way up and stopping just short of the brunette’s beautiful face. And then she brought her hand back behind her hips and snapped it up, like a snake lashing out. The smack was loud in the room and now it was Diane’s turn to make a little yelp of pain and anger. She was turned all the way backward, away from Courtney, and she stood there for a second and held her hand to her face, but then when she turned around again she was smiling maliciously. Right away, Diane sent Courtney a reply, and Courtney ate it up and sent one back. Now both girls were breathing hard and their faces were turning red. Diane slapped Courtney again, and Courtney slapped her back, each blow loud and true and sending its recipient stumbling. Finally, Diane paused and took another good measurement and whipped Courtney across the face with a nasty shot that turned her all the way around and put her down on her hands and knees. Courtney stayed like that, hurt and breathing hard, her black hair and great breasts hanging down, while Diane hopped in the air, hands overhead in victory.
“Congratulations, Diane,” the hostess said. “Courtney, are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Courtney hissed, pushing herself up to her feet and turning to face her opponent. Both girls’ faces were bright red and they glared hard at each other.
“Diane, do you want to sit in the chair first or do you want Courtney to?”
Diane walked right up to Courtney, close enough their breasts were touching, and said, smiling, “I want her in the chair first. I want to really mooooove her,” she added, her smile growing wider.
And with that, the redheaded hostess guided Courtney into the plain wooden chair. The Chinese beauty put her hands behind her back and the hostess, stepping behind her, put them in cuffs that were attached to the back of the chair. The cuffs locked in place with a push on a switch build into the top of the chair and Courtney was locked in place. Her massive breasts jutted forward with the positioning of her hands below and behind her, and her beautiful face was still beet red from the brunette’s punishing slaps. And now more punishment was to come. The hostess stepped aside and Diane took her position at Courtney’s side. The lovely brunette ran one finger up the black-haired girl’s firm thigh, to the crease of her hip, which swelled out tantalizingly, and up her lean side and now to the impossible arc of her bosom, taking a second to sketch out the pattern of her black lace bra, and then continuing up to her collarbone and her red face, stopping at her mouth, which Diane now pinched firmly in her grip. Courtney glared up at her and Diane bent over, careful that her shapely ass was toward the audience, and kissed her, slowly and softly at first, then pushing roughly against her until Courtney’s head was pushed back. At last, Diane released her hold on her mouth and shoved her head back with the full force of her hand.
“Dumb little girl, you’re going to feel like the dirt on my feet when I’m done with you,” she hissed cattily.
So saying, Diane drifted around to the back of the chair. She ran her hands through Courtney’s black hair and leaning forward she kissed her on the neck and patted her on both of her cheeks simultaneously, three times. Then she slid her hands down Courtney’s shoulders to her breasts and slowly she pulled down the cups of her bra so that her massive firm breasts spilled out. Her areolae were proportionately as large as her breasts, huge, covering the fronts of those mounds, and at that moment they were rock hard and standing tall. Diane flicked them each, one and then the other, and then she pinched them between her thumbs and forefingers and pulled up and forward, slowly but remorselessly, and as her breasts were stretched Courtney began to moan. The low, feminine sound encouraged Diane and she began sliding her hands up and down the huge breasts, first above the areolae and then along the sides, like she was marking their boundaries, and then she went all in, gripping and pulling and squeezing. The moaning increased and Diane worked faster and faster and then suddenly she stopped. Courtney was breathing hard now and Diane pulled her head back by the hair so that she was staring up at her and, locking eyes with her, Diane jammed her fingers into Courtney’s mouth, deep in, making her gag, and then when they were wet she withdrew them from her mouth and slid her hand down between the massive breasts and down her flat stomach and into her panties. She slipped her fingers into Courtney and began working on her there, the knuckles pushing against the thin fabric of the panties and her hand sliding up and down against her flat waist. Suddenly, Diane shoved Courntey’s head forward until she was staring down at herself as she was worked down there and then Diane yanked back on her black hair until she was staring up at the ceiling. Holding her like the brunette kissed the Chinese beauty roughly and sloppily on the mouth while she worked on her down below. Soon, seemingly despite herself, it seemed to Sarah, Courtney’s body was moving in rhythm with the hand between her thighs, arcing and pulsing. Sarah could feel her heart thumping in her chest and part of her was wishing she’d get to see Courtney humiliate this bitch properly.
The room was completely silent and after about a minute of this Diane pulled her hand back out and slid her fingers into Courtney’s mouth again and then, holding her by her black hair with her other hand, she rubbed her wet fingers all over Courtney’s face. The hostess called out that she had two minutes left. Diane nodded and thanked her and, patting Courtney on the cheeks, said that she was sure that Courtney was thankful as well. Then she rotated the chair so that it was perpendicular to the crowd and she went and turned off the lights that were on the crowd’s side so that Courtney, with her spectacular body, was in partial silhouette with a set of lights from the back corner and the moonlight now shining through the window. She let her head drop back and her hair hung freely behind her and her massive breasts stood out proudly in their outline against the moonlight. Then Diane came back to her and planted herself astride Courtney, sitting on her lap, facing her. She took Courtney’s face in her hands and began kissing her on the mouth, slowly, and then she pulled off her bra and held her breasts to Courtney’s mouth and ordered her to suck on her nipples. Courtney did as she was told. Diane, as her nipples were sucked, began moaning and grinding herself against Courtney’s waist and rocking back and forth and she seized Courtney by the hair and pulled her face forward and just smothered her in her breasts and held her there as the hostess counted down the last seconds. When the time was up, Diane, still holding Courtney’s face in her breasts, kissed her on the top of the head and said “thank you, cow” in a loud voice and slid off the Chinese girl and stood on the stage to what seemed to Sarah to be thunderous applause from the grateful audience.
Now it was Courtney’s turn. Her cuffs were unlocked and she stood, and as the girls switched positions they glared long and hard at each other. They maneuvered around each other like two great cats, bodies tensing as they readied themselves. From her spot in the audience, Sarah could feel the dirty blonde staring just as hard at her as Courtney and Diane were at each other, and she turned her head and found it to be true. She returned the glare until she could feel the blood pounding in her temples and then she forced herself to return her attention to her friend Courtney and the bitch Diane. They had now settled themselves, Diane in the chair, hands cuffed, facing the audience, her face and body ready, and Courtney standing to the side, rotated just a bit so that the swell of her bosom and her spherical ass were both on display, deliberately. Courtney had pulled her bra cups up and over her breasts again and the lacey material seemed stretched to its limit. The two women, one younger and one older, stared at each other and the time seemed to stretch out and then the hostess called for Courtney to begin her five minutes. Which Courtney did, by slapping Diane across the face, hard. The sound was loud in the room and all the audience chatter stopped. A line had been crossed.
“You fucking bitch!” the dirty blonde yelled, standing up. Sarah rose from her seat, watching the thirtysomething woman and ready to run forward if she moved to attack Courtney, but the blonde just stood there. It was the first time Sarah could get a good look at her, and she seemed like a good matchup, fit and strong, and she had a good body, too.
The hostess looked ready to interfere, but Courtney stood in front of Diane and said, “Fight me, bitch,” and then she went around the back and released the cuffs on Diane’s hands.
The pretty brunette glared up at the Chinese beauty and rubbed one hand on her cheek. Then she looked at her friend and said, “I’ve got this, Brenda,” and rose from her seat.
Smiling, Courtney stepped back to give Diane room to get up and set herself. The two of them paused like that, haunches ready, leaning forward, hands down low and fingers curled up like claws, and then they leapt at each other. The two women crashed together and immediately they grabbed each other’s hair. Yanking and tugging, still upright, they shoved and pulled each other around the open space at the front of the room. Back and forth they went until Courtney drove Diane backward into the chair. She tripped and fell to the ground, pulling Courtney down by the hair with her, and as they went down, Sarah rose to her feet and pushed forward so that she could see. Her enthusiasm, perhaps, was contagious, and the rest of the audience did the same. Sarah got to the front of the group now crowding around the two fighting women, and she saw that Brenda, the dirty blonde, had done the same and was now only a few feet away. At their feet were Courtney and Diane, the Chinese girl on top of the older white woman, and they were still furiously pulling hair and struggling against each other.
“Get that bitch, Diane!” Brenda yelled.
“Slap the shit of out her!” Sarah yelled, just as loudly. “Hit her!”
Whether on Sarah’s urging or not, Courtney did indeed begin slapping Diane. She was on top, and although Diane had both hands in her black hair and was pulling her head down, Courtney used her left hand to slap her hard, first on the side of her torso and then on her face. One, two, three, four, five, and on it went, and Sarah cheered for her. The skin on the brunette’s ribs and cheek was turning red and she snarled in anger. Diane reached up and grabbed for Courtney’s boob, but Courtney snagged her hand out of the air and the two women struggled for control like that. Finally, Diane braced her foot on the floor and flung herself up, casting Courtney aside. The busty Asian landed on her side and she got up quick, back to her hands and knees, but the brunette was quicker and she launched herself forward. With a loud thud, Courtney was borne to the floor on her back with her opponent on top of her. Diane pulled her hair and, mounting her, banged her head on the hardwood floor. But Courtney recovered well and, reaching up, she pulled on the brunette’s hair and using it, rolled her to the side. Both women now separated and came up to their knees and then to their feet.
The audience backed off to give them room to fight. The two women were sweating profusely, their skin glowing, and their hair and makeup, once perfectly done, was now ruined. They stared at each other warily and circled in the small space available, their bare feet tapping lightly on the hard wood of the floor with each step. And then, as if some gong had been rung, they began slapping each other. For nearly a minute, they went all out, nailing each other across the face and to the body with rights and lefts thrown without thought to defense or conserving energy or anything except hurting the other. Most of the blows landed, and it was as if the living had been enveloped by whirling hair and the shrieks of exertion and pain and feminine rage. Sarah felt entranced and she cheered when, at the end of the exchange, Courtney punished the other girl with a particularly hard slap across the face. The blow sent Diane stumbling, turning her all the way around, and Courtney lunged forward and, grabbing her around the waist, drove her into the corner. Diane hit hard and, with her face pressed into the corner, she slid down to her knees. Courtney stepped back, pushing her luscious black hair out of her face and taking a deep breath, admiring her work.
“Stay on the bitch!” Sarah yelled. “Work on her tits!”
And Courtney did just that. She seized Diane by the hair and turned her around and pushed her up against the wall and then, leaning down, still holding her by the hair with her right hand, she used her left to abuse her right breast. She tore away the feeble lace of the bra and clamped onto the breast, squeezing and pulling. Diane yelped in pain and pulled at the hand. But Courtney held her in place and stayed on her. The Chinese beauty slammed her hips into Diane’s face, pinning her there, and switched hands, now pulling hair with the left and attacking her chest with the right. And when Diane switched her defense in response, Courtney repeated the hip attack, knocking Diane’s head against the wall again and again, then with both hands grabbing her tits lengthways and pulling up, like the brunette was a wheelbarrow she intended to tip over, but still pushing her hips against Diane’s head. Her breasts were being stretched out and she was screaming in pain and anger, but Diane’s only response at this point was to ineffectually smack Courtney on her legs and on her ass. Which, of course, she ignored to continue hurting her tits.
“Come on!” Brenda yelled now. She was still only a few guests away from Sarah. “Get that bitch’s pussy!”
And Diane did. She snaked her hand up between Courtney’s legs and pinched and pulled at her there. Immediately, Courtney leg go of her breasts and pulled the hand away from her. Sarah didn’t see what exactly Diane had done to Courtney’s crotch, but it was enough the Asian girl bent over to check herself. And Diane took advantage of her distraction to drive her shoulder into Courtney’s knees and drive her down to the floor. The brunette was on her right away, and the two women rolled over each other, pulling hair, going to work on each other’s bodies. As they strained against each other, they tore away each other’s bras and squeezed and slapped breasts, they slapped and pushed and pulled at each other’s faces, they hit each other on the side and the bare back. Topless now, they rolled over each other and Courtney got on top, sitting across Diane’s stomach. She slapped her across the face and on the breasts and in return Diane latched onto her huge breasts from below, clamping onto them and squeezing so hard that the volume of flesh oozed out from between her fingers. Courtney screamed in pain and immediately grabbed the hands to free herself, giving up her pressure on the woman under her and getting rolled over. And then Diane was on the top and it was her turn to slap Courtney on the face and chest and then to get rolled over. Their gorgeous chests, hips, faces were grinding together as they struggled. And then they started biting each other. Courtney bit first while she was on the bottom, sinking her teeth into Diane’s shoulder, and the older brunette repaid in kind. And a few seconds later, Courtney got on top and in the tossing and bucking, she ended up with her breasts smooshed into the face of the other woman, who sunk her teeth into the glorious mound, to the reward of a loud scream. Courtney broke away from her got a few feet away, and as Diane rose, with a knowing smile on her face, Courtney rotated onto her back and whipped up her feet, kicking Diane full in the chest. The strike put her on her back momentarily, but she sat herself up, and now the two women again rose to their feet.
“Come on, Diane! Kick her ass!”
It was the blonde again. Sarah glared at her and yelled at Courtney, “You got this, Court! Get her!”
At that, Courtney smiled and, holding up both hands, made the ‘come on’ gesture at Diane. The pretty brunette smiled grimly in return and rushed forward. And at just the right moment, Courtney snapped out a kick into Diane’s stomach. Her toes hit right below the waist and Diane immediately folded up, clutching at herself, helpless. Sarah shrieked with joy and Courtney turned and winked at her and then she seized Diane by the hair and, holding her like that, bent over, spun in a circle, twirling her, and then letting go. Diane went flying into the audience. She went right through them, like a bitch through butter, and then she hit the couch, and Courtney went right after her. The Chinese beauty got on her, pushing her face down into the cushions, and she hit her on the back of her neck and the side of her head over and over and the older woman could do nothing about it. Then Courtney yanked back on her pretty brown hair and pulled her up and, still behind her, locked her legs around Diane’s waist. Courtney rolled onto her back and she squeezed her legs together with all her might and pulled back and up on Diane’s hair. The tension in Courtney’s arms, thighs, and neck as she punished Diane. The look of agony on the older woman’s face as she hit and pushed on the thighs that were crushing her midsection and tried to get hold of the hands that were in her hair. It went on and on, but Diane wouldn’t give up.
“Claw her tits!” Sarah yelled.
Courtney nodded briefly and moved all of Diane’s hair into her right hand, continuing to pull up toward herself. With her left, she reached around and seized Diane’s left breast and began mauling her. Digging in with her fingers, pinching and pulling, gripping the end of the breast and the large nipple and squeezing to the point it seemed like her boob would be crushed flat. Now Diane began crying and finally she was tapping her hand on Courtney’s thigh and gasping that she gave up. Courtney let go of her and shoved her off the couch and onto the floor. Diane immediately curled up, holding her chest in both hands, still sobbing, but Courtney got up off the couch and stood over her. Sarah was struck by how perfect she looked, the swell of her immense bosom, the sweep of her black hair, the lace panties and the tight lines of her hips and ass and thighs, her face, warm in the glow of her victory.
“Say that I’m better,” Courtney demanded.
Diane looked up at her, still holding her breast and her waist, tears still on her face, and she said nothing.
“Either you say that I’m better and you lick the sweat off me, or we keep fighting.”
“Bitch!” the dirty blonde, Brenda, yelled, and she surged forward at Courtney. Brenda was only a few feet away from her intended victim, but Sarah had made the blonde as a coward from the start, and she was quick. She leapt forward and crashed into Brenda just as she reached Courtney, and the three of them went flying over the couch and to the floor behind it. Sarah was on the floor struggling with Brenda, and both of them were pulling hair and hitting each other, although to little effect. Then some men were pulling them apart and dragging them to their feet. Sarah and Brenda now were both being restrained from behind, held in front of each other, and the blonde got one hand free and she popped Sarah in the nose with a hard fist. It hurt, but Sarah lunged forward still, dragging whichever man was holding her a step or two. For her part, the blonde was twisting and thrashing in her effort to get at Sarah. She seemed strong, and Sarah got a good glimpse of her upper body as her blouse was pulled tight against her arms and her sizeable bust. She might have been older, in her mid-30s perhaps, like her friend Diane, and a bully, but she was still all woman. And still a puncher.
“Ladies!” the hostess yelled, stepping between them. “I won’t have this kind of disorder at my event.”
“Then let me kick her ass in an orderly way,” Sarah said immediately.
“Bring it on, little girl,” Brenda responded.
The hostess looked hesitant. An impromptu brawl seemed less to her liking than a scheduled erotic contest, Sarah thought, so she went with it. “How about you give us some gloves and we settle this like women. And your friends put up a second kitty if they want to stay and watch. And then when I beat her ass, they can stay and watch me and Court do what we want with them.”
“I’m going to beat that ego out of you,” Brenda answered. “And then they can watch you lick my ass.”
The hostess agreed to that, and all of the guests put in a second payment, to be split up between the house and the winners. Ten minutes later, Sarah and Brenda were standing on the back patio, which was maybe thirty feet on each side, with a brick wall and tall plants that would prevent the neighbors’ getting too involved. The space was almost completely enclosed, with just a brick sidewalk that led around the side of the house to the front, and the bright moonlight cast a queer shadow over everything that was about to happen. They were both wearing only their panties and boxing gloves, and Sarah relished just a bit the coarse texture of the bricks under her bare feet. The gloves were very small, and the panties were smaller still, revealing every exquisite line of their flat stomachs and firm thighs. As always, the swell of Sarah’s backside was beyond anything her opponent could muster, and her large, firm breasts stood out proudly on her chest. Brenda also had very nice breasts, although a bit smaller and not as firm, but Sarah took a long and very obvious look at the other woman’s ass, which was nothing more than good, and when she looked away she made a disappointed face that the dirty blonde and every member of their audience would notice. There were only two rules: no hitting your opponent while she was on the ground, and they would go until one of them submitted or couldn’t get up. And, of course, the winner and her friend got to have their way with the losers. Courtney and Diane had both put on their robes and were sitting, alert but exhausted, on chairs by the patio doors. Sarah began bouncing up and down on her toes, making her larger breasts wobbling enticingly, and Brenda followed suit. The hostess let this go on for a bit, for the enjoyment of their spectators, and then she signaled for them to start.
Sarah and Brenda went right at each other, rushing forward and then, just a few feet away, planting their feet and swinging. Sarah took a right to her face and took one back in return. And then another, a right for a right, and then both women were throwing rights and lefts indiscriminately. Gloves slammed into faces and breasts over and over and both of them were wobbling on their feet. Sarah threw a wild left that missed, and she got caught with a solid right into the front of her stomach that sent her backward, bent over, gloves down. Brenda took advantage and planted a massive uppercut into Sarah’s forehead and the strawberry blonde went stumbling into the rear wall, where she hit hard. And the older woman stayed on her, getting right in front of her and catching her with a right and left into her large breasts and then a hard shot to the face and she went down, sliding down the rough wall. She could feel every inch of the harsh surface of the bricks and then the hard ground as she landed. When her eyes opened a few moments later, Brenda was standing right over her, those pale legs and bare feet only a foot or two away from her.
“Get up, bitch. We’re going to go a few more before we’re done.”
Sarah grunted in anger and then she spun herself up and came to her feet in a rush, too fast for Brenda to cheap shot her. The dirty blonde tried, though, and the beautiful, busty Southerner kept her arms up and dodged backwards until she’d made space for herself. Then she got set and they went at it again, both of them eager to get at the other. It was a whirlwind of leather, hair, and pain. This time, Sarah came out the better. She smashed her opponent in the guts and chest with rights and lefts, hurting her, and then she clobbered her across the temple with a right hand that started back behind her hip. Brenda went sailing backwards and landed hard in the grass along the edge of the patio. Tired though she was, Sarah raised her hands over her head in triumph, smiling like a devilish pixie, twisting herself just the right way so that her assets were on proper display for the crowd. And at that moment, every element of her body was her asset. Too quickly, though, Brenda was stirring, and rather than risk overextending herself, Sarah let her rise and they squared off again. Sarah was expecting them to plant their feet and throw haymakers again, and when she went into her stance, she was caught off guard by Brenda’s putting up her arms in a shell and just rushing into her. In an instant, Sarah found herself in a hold. Both of them had their arms around each other and they tussled about the patio, pushing and straining. Brenda got some shots up into Sarah’s breasts, and the strawberry blonde returned the blows with interest, driving one right after another either into her gut or her bosom. Brenda gasped with one of the shots and the sound of weakness motivated Sarah to press, slamming home punch after punch. They stood cheek to cheek, foreheads grinding against each other, and finally Brenda turned and bit down into Sarah’s neck. Sarah yelped and tried to pull away but now the older woman was holding her and biting down with all she had. Frantic, hurting, squealing, angry, Sarah whipped her body and back and forth until finally she was out. And then as she tried, stupidly, to look down for blood, she took punches to her face and body. One after another, the small leather gloves landed home. The last one was just over her eye and she fell backwards to the hard brick surface.
She was hurting, and she was down, but she landed on her butt, sitting up, and she was not out. She sniffled and when she wiped her forearm across her nose it came away bloody. The bitchy blonde was crowding her again, standing over her with a smile on her face, and Sarah again lurched up to her feet. But this time, as she came up she threw an uppercut right between herself and the other woman. It hit the dirty blonde’s glove and forearm, mostly, but the punch did its job and kept Sarah safe until she could get her feet under her and she spun away again. Brenda came after her, and she chased Sarah down, throwing rights and lefts that Sarah blocked as they danced around the patio. There was a lot of cheering, and it seemed like it was evenly split between the two of them. That angered Sarah, somehow, that half the crowd could be against her even though she had been defending her friend—and was the hotter of the two of them, on top of it. Something went off inside her chest and she just stopped backing up and shot out rights and lefts. Brenda had been chasing her, thinking her weak, and she walked right into a left hand on the jaw. She stood up straight, her eyes unfocused for a second, and Sarah poured it on, throwing everything she had at her. But Brenda covered herself up pretty well, and only a few of the punches got through. The older woman skipped backwards and then when Sarah went after her, she cut to the side and slammed a punch into Sarah’s breast, a nasty one into the side of the mound. And then she followed up with a left into Sarah’s stomach, and now the strawberry blonde was hurting too. They slowed down now, bringing their gloves up and their elbows in, and they circled around the patio, their bare feet softly whisking across the brick surface.
The dirty blonde was eyeing Sarah maliciously over the tops of her gloves, and in response Sarah threw a left jab. She caught her on the forehead but Brenda got her back with one into her stomach. Reflexively, Sarah lowered her guard over her stomach, and Brenda made her pay with jabs into her face. Sarah could feel the blood in her mouth now and she raised her gloves and paid for it with punches into her breasts and her stomach again. Everything on the front of her body felt warm now and Sarah backed up and the dirty blonde followed her. More punches struck home against her body and her beautiful face and her strawberry blonde hair whipped through the crisp LA night. Sarah threw a right and a left but she hit only air and took a punishing shot into her chest that completely smashed her breast flat against her ribcage. It hurt her badly and she covered up her chest with both arms and immediately took an uppercut into the center of her face. Before she knew any better, Sarah was on her back, staring up at the bitch who’d knocked her down, at the sweep her thighs and her decent chest and the face that was leering down at her. At the blood Sarah could now feel running freely from her nose and mouth. Her breasts hurt so much. Her ass and her back felt abraded by the bricks on which she’d landed and for one instant she just lay there, staring up at her opponent, the woman who had knocked her on her ass, and she saw a smirk crawl across that face and then she turned her head and saw Court looking at her with real worry.
“Get up and let’s do it again,” Brenda said cattily. “I’ll knock some more of the pretty off of you.”
This time, the dirty blonde backed up and gave Sarah room to get up. And when Sarah was up, Brenda even gave her time to reset herself and to wipe the blood from her nose and mouth with her forearm. And then Sarah smiled at her and waved her in, and the dirty blonde obliged her. Brenda tagged Sarah in the mouth but Sarah got her right back, harder, knocking her back a step, and then the strawberry blonde dodged to the left a step and came back to the right and smashed the older woman across the cheek with a wicked left. And as she staggered left from the force of the punch, Brenda ate a right hand to the mouth and then a left into her stomach. But she wouldn’t go down. She backed up and regathered herself and when she charged forward, she overpowered Sarah with rights and lefts, a barrage that sent the younger girl back and back until she struck the brick wall along the edge of the patio. Sarah tried to slip to the side but the other woman blocked her with her left arm and tagged her across the cheek with her right. Sarah slumped into the left arm and now it was Brenda partially holding her up with one arm and hitting her in the cheek with the other. Sarah was taking the punches and trying to push the other woman off of her but she wouldn’t go. Finally, desperate, Sarah twisted herself and kicked Brenda in her knee, knocking her off balance, and then she shoved her backwards. Brenda went to the ground, but she wasn’t really hurt, and after she’d taken a few deep breaths she rose to her feet and they squared off again.
Sarah got her in the face with another jab but Brenda ate it and pushed into her, trying to drive her back into the wall again. Sarah got her with a downward punch that caught the top of her boob, but soon enough they had their arms wrapped around each other and they were turning in a circle. Sarah was trying to step the side and keep her hips out and away but Brenda was strong and Sarah was getting pushed backwards. Brenda was grinding the side of her head against Sarah’s face and the blood from her nose and mouth were getting mixed in with the dirty blonde hair. Sarah spit out a mouthful of the hair and she felt disgusted by it and this woman who kept hitting her and shoving her and Sarah pushed back with her forehead, cocking Brenda’s head to the side as they strained against each other, and now Sarah had the angle and she nailed more punches up into Brenda’s chest as she was bent over, and then into her stomach. That got her bent over more and now Sarah yanked herself backward and simultaneously slammed a vicious left uppercut into Brenda’s face. Brenda went down to her knees, her mouth busted open and blood already dripping down onto her breasts, and she stayed like that for a few seconds, rocking back and forth, and then, her eyes still glazed over, she rocked forward and braced her gloves on the ground and pushed herself back up. Remembering how the bitch had done her wrong, Sarah rushed forward and timed it perfectly, arriving just as Brenda regained her feet she nailed her in the mouth with a left. Brenda dropped right back down, this time flopping onto her back.
The dirty blonde lay like that for several seconds. Her stomach and chest heaved with her heavy breathing, and as she came to she wiped her face with one leather glove, smearing the blood all around. With one gloved hand, Sarah waved for her to get up, and then she dramatically stepped back to give her room. Her downed opponent smiled at her, grimly, and she rolled over onto her stomach and pushed herself up to her feet and stood, reeling a bit, and then they clashed yet again. Both women threw punches and scored hits on the other, and then they flopped into each other’s arms and stood like that in the center of the patio, leaning on each other. Sarah threw a knee up into the other woman’s thigh and felt it hit home and she did it again. In response, Brenda hit her in the kidney a few times with her right hand and again started grinding her temple against Sarah’s face. Sarah slouched down and back a bit and, getting some room, threw a punch into Brenda’s chest. This time Brenda’s response was to bite her shoulder, deep, hard. Sarah yelled in pain and thrashed and twisted with all the strength she had, but it wasn’t enough. The older woman drove her backward and now they were off the bricks and in the grassy area near the wall. Brenda clinched her tight and bit deep and Sarah could hear her moaning from deep inside her chest. And now, rather than try to get away, Sarah wrapped both of her hands around Brenda’s back and cinched her tight and then, popping her hips forward and up with everything she had left, she hoisted her up in the air and threw her down onto the ground, landing on top of her in the grass.
The audience went quiet. Sarah was stunned herself and she lay atop the other woman for several seconds, then she made herself roll off and, eventually, she came back up to her feet. The older woman was lying on her back, staring up into the abyss, and Sarah stood there and waited. Then, she said, loudly, “Get up. I’ve still got a lot more pretty for you to knock off, if you’ve got the guts to try.”
And, to the surprise of everyone, Brenda did get up. It took a long time for her to regain her feet, and she looked unsteady as she raised her gloves for the beating she had taken so far. But as far as Sarah was concerned it wasn’t enough of one yet. And as soon as the dirty blonde was ready, Sarah gave her another beating. After a few jabs to her face, it was clear that Brenda had no ability to hit back, and she was just moving her gloves to the last place Sarah had hit her, trying to weather the storm. But there was no holding out against what Sarah was bringing. Punches to her already bloody face and her bruised and battered chest and stomach, one after another, after another, after another. Finally, Brenda’s arms dropped down and she was just standing there in front of the strawberry blonde. And the boxer, the fighter, the Southern belle just charged into her and knocked her down, flat on her back, and planted one foot on her chest and flexed wearily for her cheering audience. She was victorious yet again, and she felt great about it.
Sarah went to Courtney and had her rip the small leather gloves off and then she stood there, flexing her sore hands and gathering her energy. Everything hurt and her nose and mouth were still bloody and she was pouring sweat in the cool night. The moonlight was hitting her battered body just right and Courtney was staring up at her. Then, she went to Diane, who was still sitting by the door and who was staring down at her feet, and she seized her by her light brown hair and yanked her head up so that she was staring her in the face. “Now we’re going to have some fun,” Sarah said, sternly, and she pulled her up to her feet and dragged her out into the center of the patio next to her beaten friend. Then she went to Courtney and gently took her by the hand and led her out into the center as well. The Chinese beauty dropped her towel, revealing her spectacularly, perfectly feminine body to the gaze of the audience once again and then went up to the pretty, older brunette and patted her lightly on the cheeks with both hands and squeezed her face like that. And from behind Diane, Sarah seized the towel and pulled it down and off of her body and tossed it to the one of the men in the crowd. Then, putting her hands on Diane’s shoulders, Sarah pushed her down, forcing her onto her knees in front of Courtney. And Courtney put one foot on Diane’s face.
“Suck on it, bitch,” Courtney commanded her. “I told you that you’d lick the sweat off of me.”
In response, though, Diane shoved the foot out of her face.
“Doesn’t look like she gets it yet, Court,” Sarah said. And she went over to Brenda, who was still lying flat on her back, and plopped herself down on top of her. It was intoxicating, the lines running up Sarah’s thighs to the curve of her ass as she sat atop the woman she’d beaten so badly, the upward tilt of her breasts, topped her by large and rock-hard nipples. The strawberry blonde touched her own nipples, tweaking them for just one instant, and then she shook out her hair, running her fingers through it and leaning back in a way that only accentuated the assets of her chest and her ass at the same time. The dirty blonde under her moaned and Sarah slapped her across the face with a right and a left, not too hard but not soft, either. “Submit and admit that we’re better, you old slut,” she said, staring hard at Diane, “or we keep fighting.” And she smeared the blood around Brenda’s face, jamming her fingers up into her nose and running them along the inside of her mouth and then wiping them clean on her breasts and upper chest. And then she smacked her across her breasts, again not as hard as she could but enough to hurt, over and over.
And Diane got the message and deferred to Courtney’s mastery of her. She let the dominant Chinese girl shove her down onto her back, so that she lay only a few feet from her friend, and Courtney stood over her and planted her foot on her chin and Diane took it in her hands and licked the bottom and then sucked on each of her toes individually. Sarah watched and as she did she rubbed the dirty blonde’s breasts and pulled on her nipples, rhythmically, methodically, slowly. And then she took Brenda’s hands and pulled them up and stuck them to her breasts and ordered her to grope her and to pull on her nipples. Which the blonde did, resentfully, which only turned Sarah on more. At this point, Courtney was sitting on Diane’s chest and pulling her face up into her crotch and making her play with her breasts. Her huge breasts. Sarah watched this too and then she rotated around, ordering Brenda to lie still, and she positioned herself so that she was sitting on her haunches, above Brenda’s head, and then she leaned forward so that her breasts were dangling over the dirty’s blonde’s pretty face. And Sarah made her kiss and lick her breasts and suck on her nipples as she slowly dragged them back and forth across her face. And then, when she had grown tired of that, Sarah sat on the older woman’s face, the twin spheres of her ass smothering the beaten woman, her arms trapped under Sarah’s legs, and she went to work on her vulnerable stomach and breasts, slapping and groping and mauling as much as she wanted. Courtney was moaning loudly and the sound of it made Sarah feel like she was going to burst and she worked faster and faster. The woman under her started sobbing with the pain and humiliation and Sarah went harder on her, abusing her nipples and reaching under her panties and pinching her lips there. And finally, when the sound of Courtney’s moaning had Sarah feeling like she was going to crawl out of her own flesh, she moved herself over and joined her friend on top of the beaten and abused brunette. Sarah was sitting on her face and Court was on her stomach and they were facing each other. They kissed and ran their fingers through each other’s hair, slowly, carefully, and fondled each other’s breasts.
At last the night was over. Courtney and Sarah accepted the gratitude of their audience and their pay from the hostess. And as she handed over their money, the hostess suggested that if they were interested, she could put together more events for the young ladies, with more spectators, more “fruitful” competition, as she put it, and equally fruitful compensation, financial and otherwise. She offered her name, Patricia, and shook hands with Sarah. Patricia said that her late husband had been a great fan of such pursuits and that she had continued to support the “arts” after his passing. Sarah returned the handshake and said that she thought she and Court would indeed be very interested in such opportunities, although she had someone else on her dance card already. And then the two of them went back to Sarah’s apartment, where they immediately fell asleep in each other’s arms.
