Removing her black patent leather knee-high stiletto-heeled boots, Tara felt the uncomfortable cold of the wet muddy ground on her stocking-clad feet as she sunk down to her natural height of 5’6”. It was a rare occasion for Tara to take them off but the dirty waterlogged environment would have soiled her expensive Italian footwear beyond repair, a price too high for the fun she was about to have. Testosterone filled the air as her gravity defying figure gingerly moved to the centre of the impromptu ring the crowd had made. Her right foot briefly skidded across a soppy patch of mud as Tara accustomed herself to the unorthodox surface that was about to be her playground.
Wow, it's been a while since I walked without heels.Having removed her T-shirt, the 5’2” the barefoot blonde was too busy posing suggestively to the predominantly male audience to notice Tara approach her. Swiveling around to take up her position,
the scantily clad attention-whore moved into the curvy shadow of the woman she was about to face.
A wonderbra, how cute.With the sun behind her, Tara’s voluptuous figure began to eclipse the meager blonde that stood posed in front of her. Kelly Ann’s cocky smile all but disappeared from her pale white face as she cast her eyes upon her raven-haired opponent. Whilst not being a complete stranger to the convention of battling another girl in the mud at a rock concert, Kelly Ann had never fought a grown woman before, let alone one of Tara’s epic proportions.
“What the fuck?” Kelly Ann's silently blurted out as her vision met with Tara's enormous bust.
Her only response was a disgusted facial contortion dispatched in Tara's direction. It was met with a cocky smile from the sturdy special forces officer, agitating the slutty blonde even further. Tara couldn't help it, the mocking smirk never failed to instinctively emerge on her face upon seeing her opponents' reactions to her mammoth chest. Tara placed her hands on her hips and formed her trademark intimidating pose that often accompanied the taunting facial gesture.
Wonder Woman would be so proud!Tara leaned in on the blonde causing her 36DDD chest to devour her opponent's symbolic 28A's. If ever there was an image to define a mismatch, this was it. Fresh could hardly contain himself as he soaked in the vision of Tara's giant mammaries steamrolling Kelly Ann's mini-mounds into obscurity. Kelly Ann's face turned bright red from the sheer humiliation as her mouth dropped wide open, shocked by the prematch intimidation tactics her voluptuous opponent was using.
Humiliated, the blonde backed away and thrust both palms into Tara's chest in an attempt to push her away. The well-grounded fighter didn't move an inch and all that Kelly Ann managed to budge were Tara's nylon-encased breasts, depressing them ever so slightly before her petite hands slid up the tight glossy material of Tara's shirt and off her body completely.
Tara returned the favour, thrusting her open palms into Kelly Ann's breasts. The blonde flew back and unceremoniously landed on her barely covered arse, her skirt having flown up in the process to reveal a tiny frilly pair of white knickers that matched her bra.
SPLAT!
Dirty muddy water flew in all different directions as Kelly Ann felt a cold wetness spread through her now soiled knickers. The crowd roared their approval of Tara's response as Tara returned to her confident pose, sporting the same cocky smile that preceded the brief interchange.
A young college boy from the earlier bout arrived on the scene and an begun explaining the rules inadvertently ending Kelly Ann's belittlement. The blonde raised herself off the ground and uncomfortably straightened out her soggy knickers, a meagre look graced her face as the makeshift referee placed himself between the two fighters.
"Basically girls ..."
He paused to look at Tara's well-endowed form.
"Women ..."
He turned to look at Kelly Ann's Wonderbra and paused again.
"Ladies ... No scratching, no gouging. Make the other girl submit, cry or whatever it is that means defeat in your book. Most importantly, give us guys a show!"
The crowd were in full volume as the ref removed removed himself from the equation and joined them as another testosterone filled voice. Enraged, Kelly Ann didn't even hesitate. Surprising her static opponent, the blonde lunged at Tara and grabbed hold of her hair, bending the taller woman over and down to her height.
... to be continued
Let me know what you think. This will probably be the 7th episode in my Queen Bitch Series, the others can be found here:
The Queen Bitch Part 1 - "Double Trouble"The Queen Bitch Part 2 - "Desert Storm"The Queen Bitch Part 3 - "Assertive Assets"The Queen Bitch Part 4 - "Flashed"The Queen Bitch Part 5 - "Not So Tough"The Queen Bitch Part 6 - "Killer Instinct"The Trial Part 1 - "Cherry RedThe Trial Part 2 - "Dirty Blonde"
