Fireworks: British Babe vs. All-American Girl pt. 3
The fight was on! Our British boss, Jackie, stood on the left. The beautiful brunette stood 5’4’’ barefoot and weighed about 110 lbs. Her light brown hair bobbed up and down on her bare shoulders. The British flag printed on her top strained to hold in her perfectly formed breasts. My old flame, Samantha, stood across from her. The gorgeous redhead stood 5’7”, weighed 130 lbs, and wore the stars and stripes as her colors. Her long, fiery red hair whipped back and forth in the breeze, occasionally wrapping around her face like a lion’s mane. They circled each other like sharks stalking their prey. Samantha picked up a cupcake, tossing it up and down in her hand.
Jackie’s eyes flashed. “Oh! You wouldn’t dare!”
Grinning mischievously, Samantha ground the cupcake into Jackie’s face. As Jackie fell to her hips, the assembled spectators went wild. Jackie looked up, mouth wide open, hearing her employees snickering at her. Jackie instantly kicked Sam just below her knees. Sam yelped and fell over backward, sitting down in a tub full of half-melted ice and ice water. Samantha let out a series of high-pitched, slightly comical shrieks. Her hands and feet flailed madly, sending ice water splashing everywhere.
Samantha pulled herself out of the ice chest just in time to be tackled by Jackie. The Englishwoman slammed the American against a long picnic table. Kicking and struggling, the two women soon found themselves on top of the table, with the English brunette on top. Kicking awkwardly, Samantha’s flip flops went flying like errant missiles. Sam rolled on top and pinned Jackie down. Sam grinned widely at me, took a fist full of diced onions from the table, and rubbed them in Jackie’s eyes! Jackie screamed, more from fear than pain. Sam then reached over and grabbed a fist full of Jalapeno peppers. When Jackie opened her mouth to yell, Sam shoved the peppers into the Brit’s mouth and then clamped Jackie’s mouth shut! The well-mashed peppers quickly took effect. Tears rolled down the beautiful British girl’s cheeks. She went wild, kicking her way out from under her enemy. Samantha laughed aloud, watching as Jackie frantically fanned her tongue and drank water from several small cups.
Jackie grimaced in pain, as Sam grabbed her hair from behind. A vicious hair pulling match ensued. After a few seconds of cursing and shouting, Jackie lost. Sam slowly forced Jackie’s head down into a large punch bowl. Head submerged in punch, Jackie looked up at me, eyes huge! The inevitable happened. The punch bowl tipped over, spilling the punch. Sam pulled her foe up by her hair, but Jackie suddenly spat a mouthful of punch into Sam’s green eyes. Jackie pounced, slammed Sam down, sat on Sam’s stomach, and pinned her to the table. She grabbed a squeeze bottle of mustard with one hand and a squeeze bottle of ketchup in the other, shoved the nozzles up Sam’s nose, and squeezed. Red-and-yellow goo spread all over Sam’s face, out from her nose, and seemed to come out of her open mouth, too, as she coughed and gagged.
Jackie pinned Sam firmly and, in a loud voice, said, “I should take this opportunity to give you a history lesson about the truth regarding our nations. I should point out that America needed the help of both France and Spain in order to fight Britain. I’ll happily remind you that in our only direct conflict, the War of 1812, we trounced you and burned The White House to the ground! I could point out that while English is spoken ’round the world, no one on Earth speaks American, not even in America! You speak our language. Even those faded, drab colors you wear belong to us. Red, white and blue are our colors! Yes, I can easily defend my country’s honor, but I won’t. We can all see through your sad little attempt at playing at psychological warfare, Bryant. You forced this confrontation, hoping this date would give you an unfair advantage. How typical. I swallowed my pride and came to this event as a friend and ally, to show respect for your nation. What do you do? You try to use my goodwill against me! This isn’t about our nations. This is strictly between us! Coward! You knew you couldn’t defeat me toe-to-toe, so you sought an advantage. You hoped that I’d feel intimidated by a crowd of patriotic Americans. Look up at me, loser! Do I look intimidated?”
Jackie lowered and pressed her body on top Sam’s, lying belly on belly. Hands clenched with her opponent and barely able to hold her foe down, Jackie lowered her head, licked up a small pile of black pepper that had spilled on the table, and then ran her tongue flatly across Samantha’s eyes! Sam let out a wild yell, first in humiliation and then in pain, as the combination of pepper and Jackie’s spit worked into her eyes.
Fighting desperately, the hometown girl pulled one hand free, grabbed a hotdog from the table, and tried to shove the whole thing, buns, relish and all, down Jackie’s throat. The Brit gagged and choked, but she fought back. She shoved a hotdog down into Sam’s wide open mouth. Both beauties got a mouthful, but Jackie won the battle of the buns, shoving another hotdog into the redhead’s face and threatening to end the contest by knockout.
Although her strategy had backfired, the beautiful American girl wasn’t about to quit. She kicked her long legs up, wrapped her bare feet around Jackie’s face, and slammed her over backward. Jackie’s head cracked against the table top. They rose evenly and attacked with the closest weapons at hand. Sam shoved handfuls of potato salad all over Jackie, while the wildly flailing Brit smeared coleslaw on Sam. The mad battle caused the table to flip over. The two beauties never stopped fighting. They sat up facing each other, wiped their feet in puddles of coleslaw and potato salad, and smeared the mixture into each other’s faces using their bare feet!
Jackie had to scoot closer to compensate for her shorter legs, but she won. She wiped her lips of the taste of Sam’s foot and continued smashing her own foot flat into Sam’s face.
Unable to take anymore punishment, Sam leapt up and ran, with Jackie in pursuit. Jackie chased Sam all around the yard, until Sam slipped on a long sheet of yellow plastic. With a startled expression and a loud gulp, Sam spread out on her front across the slippery child’s toy. Jackie stood over her, grabbed a green garden hose, and tried to tie Sam up with it. Jackie wrapped the hose around Samantha’s pale thighs and around her ankles, but tossing and turning wildly, Sam fought out of it. Then Jackie wrapped the hose around Sam’s neck and pulled back, choking her with the hose. Teeth gritted, Sam struggled desperately, her long red hair thrashing side-to-side. My heart almost stopped! Sam’s tongue hung out. She coughed and gagged, eyes huge. She looked more astonished than afraid. Jackie had her! It might have ended there, but the Brit got greedy. Wanting to inflict more embarrassment on the downed American, Jackie used the hose as a whip, spanking Sam until her pale hips glowed red.
Screeching hysterically with every blow, Sam kicked like a mule. She sank a big foot deep in Jackie’s tiny, trim belly. The Englishwoman screamed, clutched her stomach, and fell. The two women lie end to end, gasping for breath. I moved forward to stop the fight, but my fellow employees stopped me. They loved every second of it.
The combatants rose evenly. Jackie punched Sam’s cheek, but Sam drove a fist into Jackie’s stomach. Jackie cried out. She shook her head and doubled up in pain.
Samantha took a deep breath, hands on her knees, looking right at me. A devilish smile appeared on her lips. Sam lifted the cringing Brit off her feet and sat Jackie’s practically bare hips down on the barbeque grill! The Englishwoman screamed her lungs out! Jackie was fortunate that the grill had cooled enough to prevent any actual damage, but it must have hurt like Hell! Jackie stood, shaking violently, hands on her hips. She looked at me, sobbing softly.
Samantha winked at me. “I’ll cool her off!”
Sam sent Jackie flying off her feet with a tremendous punch to the jaw. Jackie executed a belly flop into a nine foot wide, three foot deep children’s swimming pool. Sam dove in after her, but Jackie came to life. The two rolled and fought wildly, but Jackie came out on top, pinning Sam under her at the bottom of the flimsy plastic pool! My heart raced! Sam’s feet kicked wildly into the air for a few moments, and then dropped limply into the pool. She lifted one hand up meekly in my direction, as if begging me to save her! I couldn’t stand it. I pressed my foot against the side of the pool and collapsed it, draining the water out onto the lawn. Sam threw her head up, slinging water from her long, red hair. She took a loud, deep breath and looked up at me, gratefully.
Jackie frowned. “I would have let her up when I was done with her.”
Jackie’s need to explain her actions to me proved costly. Sam kicked her heels up into Jackie’s hips. She went down crying out in pain. The women staggered up evenly, glaring at each other through narrow eyes expressing near murderous intent. They threw simultaneous punches that sent both reeling. Sam recovered faster and hit Jackie in her stomach. Jackie shook. Sam drew her fist far back, leaving herself wide open. Jackie almost kicked her foot through Samantha’s bare stomach and out her back! Sam tried to cry out, but no sound came. Her entire body quaked violently. The two women fell together shoulder against shoulder and exchanged a series of brutal belly punches. It was Jackie then Sam, Jackie then Sam, as each woman fought to be the last standing. Jackie suddenly drove a fist deep into Sam’s belly. Sam doubled completely over and let out a low-pitched groan. She looked up at me, eyebrows tilting up, legs shaking violently as she tried to force herself to remain standing. Jackie spun her and hit her stomach again. Sam staggered, shuddered, and collapsed on her side, arms around her waist. Jackie grinned widely at me. She sat down behind Sam and propped her feet up on Sam’s head, using Samantha as her footstool! Sam looked around at her friends, tears of shame rolling down her cheeks. Jackie yawned as if bored by Sam’s performance.
The Brit got up to her knees, exclaiming, “She doesn’t have much heart, does she?”
Tears rolling, Sam couldn’t lie there and take it. She slammed her heel into Jackie’s kidney. Jackie screamed. The over-confident Englishwoman had grossly underestimated the fight left in the American. Even so, Sam was hurt. When they rose, Sam tried to keep a tree between herself and the boiling-mad Brit.
Jackie spat, “Look at her! All she does is run and hide from me. Yes, Samantha Bryant, by all means, show them what you’re made of. Crawl away and hide!”
Gasping for breath, Samantha looked right at me. She sneered at Jackie and shouted, “I’ll die before you make me crawl!”
“Ooh,” Jackie hissed, “that sounded like a challenge. Be careful what you say. This is it. The next girl down won’t get back up! When the dust settles this time, one of us will be finished!”
Concluded in Part Four….
