Introducing Maddi a character modelled on the delightful MaddiB and continuing the misadventures of Skye who was first beaten soundly by Elena in Elena at the Beach.
It was a fact universally acknowledged that Maddi van Buren was a bitch. As even her own sister said, “Maddi, you'd graduate magna cum laude in Bitch Studies.”
“Nonsense! I'd be the professor, imparting my knowledge,” Maddi replied, smiling. She had revelled in her reputation. Iit had helped her to get just what she wanted when she was at school.
Now, she was in the first year at college, majoring in political science with a view to a career as a congressional lawyer. Her friends smiled wryly at her attitude, “Have you heard what Maddi's done now? One day she'll go too far!” Others said, “What do you expect? Maddi wants to be a lawyer. All lawyers are combative, aggressive…she’s just in training.” But Maddi’s attitude went well beyond what a normally aggressive lawyer would do. She'd even jumped the queue at the admissions centre. While others sat in chairs waiting for their turn, Maddi boldly marched right past them, up to the clerk's table and sat down. She got served.
She was often rude to shop clerks, whom she treated with disdain. “They’re just here to serve us. That's what they’re paid for.” She was fond of reporting them to the store management if they didn't please her. She snapped answers to people who asked her reasonable questions. They too were not worth her time.
The truth was, Maddi made a habit of going too far, too often. It hadn't mattered too much at school. Maddi's size – though shortish at five foot three, she was about 150 pounds – meant she packed a heavy punch. That had been enough for her to win the scuffles in the locker rooms or corridors – wherever Maddi could take her antagonist by surprise without a teacher being around. It didn't take much to earn Maddi's ire. A few disparaging words about fat people or those who didn't exercise, or a sly joke about indulgent parents would inflame her.
Sometimes there didn’t even need to be an obvious connection to Maddi. Girls wearing too expensive an outfit, or one not sufficiently fashionable would feel her force. It was almost enough just to be slender – Maddi despised skinny girls as weaklings. As she said, "Matchsticks are made to be snapped."
Maddi had developed a technique. She'd wait for the right moment, when her foe's guard was down, then storm up to her foe, corral her in a corner and slug hard. It had never failed. Even if the victim fought back for a moment, none had ever fought before beyond a little hair pulling or face slapping. Maddi would power on and her victim would soon be sobbing in defeat.
Maddi at school was living proof of Machiavelli's nostrum – it is better to be feared than loved. Girls gave way to her, and those who didn't kowtow, left her alone. It wasn't just in the school itself. Girls at parties would find themselves pushed aside if Maddi wanted to talk to the boy they were with.
Again, Maddi had developed a technique for parties, or rather a few. They all began well before the party. Maddi took care to dress a little provocatively – tight, body-hugging dresses that emphasised her curves and her ample bust, heels to give her a few extra inches, and carefully chosen accessories. Nothing slutty; more power dressing – business woman meets the Valley Girl. Then at the party, she'd pick her target and wait for her chance. She was never foolish enough to pick on established couples – not unless she thought the relationship was in trouble. Sometimes she'd wait till a girl had left her guy, perhaps to go to the bathroom or to talk to a friend. At that point, Maddi would move in on her quarry and start chatting with him. Other times, especially if her quarry and his girl were in a group, Maddi would join their conversation and use her wiles to corral the guy off to herself. Occasionally she was more blatant and would simply muscle in and dominate a conversation.
She had all the right skills – she'd ask the guy open questions, find out his interests and ask about them, be attentive to his answers, while tossing her long dirty blonde hair and clasping her arms together to show off her cleavage. Guys loved to talk about themselves and almost always, within a few moments her quarry would be focused on Maddi, his girl all but forgotten. Whichever technique she used, it worked.
The castoff girl would be furious, of course, but Maddi had a technique for that too. She'd use her reputation as a tough fighter to scare the other girl off, and if that didn't work she'd push and shove a bit, maybe get the other girl in a corner and knee her. That always worked. The girl would be way too flustered to think straight and to fight with any skill, even if she had any to begin with.
Usually, Maddi was not that interested in the guy. She just enjoyed the feeling of superiority it gave her, to take him away from his date. He might get a kiss and a fumble outside under a tree or in an alleyway, but hardly ever much more, unless he kneaded and played with Maddi's belly. If he did that, and did it well, Maddi might let him finger her, but that was about it. As Maddi said to her sister, “I'm a bitch, not a slut.” She was choosy about who got her panties down.
But that was at school. Now Maddi was 19 and in college. In the real world, girls didn't just crumple after a few hard blows. They fought back. Furthermore, they didn't just pull hair or slap. They might do that, but they punched, kicked, and clawed as well. Maddi found, on more than one occasion, to her detriment, that they often kept fighting after they’d taken a few hits.
Her enemies smirked behind their hands. “Maddi van Buren has bit off more than she can chew…again!' The truth was – and her enemies were all too eager to tell it – that since starting college, Maddi had been in four fights and had lost three of them. What made it even sweeter for her enemies was that Maddi had started them all, and they were eager to point that out too.
There was the fight in an open-air market that began when a skinny blonde suggested Maddi should try jeans a couple of sizes larger than those she was attempting to squeeze herself into. While Maddi’s friends tried to point out, later on, that the blonde had no business to butt in and criticise Maddi, they had to admit Maddi didn’t have to turn on her the way she did.
Maddi’s temper flared instantly, but still she sized up the other woman before she started anything. “She's skinny, scrawny, not the sort that works out in the gym…no muscle development. Yeah, she’s just another matchstick, an inch or two taller than me but that doesn't matter, I'm sure. I can hit harder. Those tatty, threadbare jeans – looks like they were last year's design – t-shirt and sneakers, totally nondescript, totally blah. She's not even blonde – her hair is mousey. No one would ever look twice at her. And she has the hide to tell me what to do!”
Maddi tried to eyeball the blonde, but this wasn’t the school yard where Maddi's bulk and reputation often meant that the other girl wilted under Maddi's withering stare. Some had even cried and ran away from Maddi’s intimidating presence. No, that was then and this was now. The blonde had just stared back.
So Maddi moved to stage two of her tried and tested tactic – simply walking forward, pushing into the other girl. When Maddi had forced her body into a victim that way at school, she had driven the unprepared victim back like a human bulldozer. It had almost always been – quite literally – a pushover. But again, while this had worked for Maddi in school, it didn't work in the market. The blonde pushed back. She didn't gain any ground though, since Maddi's size gave her the traction she needed to push the blonde back a couple of paces.
Maddi was on the point of smirking at another easy win when the blonde sidestepped. Committed to shoving, Maddi suddenly found she was pushing air, and stumbled. A hard kick on her ass almost knocked her to the pavement. She lurched around, glowering and hissing at the blonde, and swung her arm, extended, twisting her body from the waist.
The blonde sidestepped what she thought was a telegraphed, sloppy attempt to slap her face but found Maddi's knee swinging up and catching her squarely in the gut. She spluttered and stepped back. Maddi pressed her attack, keeping a small distance between herself and the blonde, just enough to make her heavy punches effective. She tried to pummel her skinny foe but the blonde twisted, turned and sidestepped, making Maddi's task difficult. Nevertheless, the big girl scored several blows to the blonde's face and upper body before her opponent retreated out of range.
Cheered by her successful recovery, Maddi closed on her foe. Leaning forward, she dropped her fists, ready to punch the blonde's stomach. Maddi didn't really like punching. It hurt her thin wrists, but she'd do whatever it took to put this blonde down. Before she could send a punch at her foe though, the blonde retaliated with an uppercut to Maddi's chin that made her head ring.
Before Maddi could recover, the blonde was onto her, grabbing her hair, yanking her down and driving her face into the blonde's up-swinging knee. Maddi twisted her head, taking the knee on her cheek rather than her nose. Grabbing the blonde's waist, she pushed forward, knocking her adveersary off balance and almost sending her to the ground.
Maddi stood up, the blonde’s grip on her hair broken. Breathing hard, her chest and belly heaving as she sucked in air, sweating heavily, Maddi pressed forward. Grabbing the blonde's waist again, she slid her foot between her foe's and, hooking her foot round the blonde's ankle, shoved hard. She body slammed the blonde, who reeled and again almost fell. The taller but slimmer woman straightened herself again though, and as Maddi came close to capitalise on her success, the blonde swung her knee up again, striking Maddi's soft belly hard.
Maddi staggered from the impact. She felt the air escape her lungs in a rush. Then the pain hit. She had never felt such agony. No one had ever hit her belly with anything like that force. Then it happened again. The blonde gripped Maddi's shoulders tightly and rammed her knee up into Maddi's soft belly twice more. Each time Maddi groaned, each time she wanted to retch, each time her eyes teared up.
On the last blow, Maddi’s knees gave out and she sank to the pavement. The blonde seemed surprised that Maddi had dropped so quickly. She stepped forward as Maddi got to her knees. She bent over Maddi and reached out – just in time to cop Maddi's fist plunging into her own belly.
Maddi smiled grimly as air whooshed out of the blonde's stomach. It was so satisfying to hear and feel the blonde's belly cave in after what she'd done to Maddi. The blonde took a pace back to recover. Almost exhausted, her heaving stomach aching, Maddi struggled to get to her feet.
The blonde struck back before Maddi had quite gotten there. Maddi only just avoided her punches aimed at her chest and belly. She retreated, eyes bugged wide as the blonde followed her. Maddi was still breathless, panting, her movements slowed by the punishment her belly had taken. She couldn't focus properly. She was horrified to see the blonde was fresh, unfazed by all Maddi had dished out. Maddi realised she was fighting someone much fitter than she was, when the blonde swept forward, firing more punches, many of which Maddi couldn't dodge or parry. She staggered beneath the blonde's barrage, as her opponent brushed aside Maddi's few and feeble attempted counter attacks.
Maddi whimpered when the blonde grabbed her by the shoulders again. She knew what was coming – total devastating destruction and just as complete humiliation. She knew she had no chance of countering it. She thought about begging for mercy, but she knew too that that was useless. She had never shown any compassion for her victims and nor would the blonde. The blood drained from her face. She shivered.
The blonde took her time – only a few seconds, but to Maddi it seemed an eternity. When her knee crashed into Maddi's belly, Maddi's entire body quaked. Her belly jiggled. Her mouth opened wide as air and spit gushed out. Her legs shook, and she almost fell. The blonde tightened her grip on Maddi's shoulders. Her knee crashed into Maddi's belly again and then a third time. The blonde let go of Maddi, and Maddi dropped to the pavement like a house of cards.
The blonde dropped to her knees too, astride Maddi. Maddi couldn't meet her enemy’s contemptuous stare. She looked away. Again, she knew what the blonde was going to do and again, she could do nothing to stop it. The blonde raised herself up on her knees, lifting her trim ass. Then bounced hard on Maddi's stomach, crushing the remaining air from Maddi's gut.
Maddi convulsed, her head and legs jerking up off the ground. The blonde repeated the bounce. Maddi's eyes rolled back in her head. She shivered. The other woman grabbed Maddi's cheeks and forced her head up, making Maddi look into her eyes. Maddi's eyes opened wide with fear at the blonde’s merciless gaze. Her adversary – her tormentor – straightened, so her body was directly above her knees. Then she bounced on Maddi again, even harder and heavier than before. Maddi would have screamed if she had any breath to scream with. As it was, her body shook like a leaf, then went limp.
The blonde took one more disdainful look at Maddi, then she stood up and walked off without a word. It seemed like an eternity before Maddi felt strong enough that her companions were able to help her to her feet.
After that overwhelming, absolute defeat, Maddi's friends had some hope that she might change her ways – maybe go to the gym, get fit, or even do some martial arts training. A few of them even expressed the hope that she might tone her belligerence down, but it was too much to expect Maddi not to throw her weight around.
Rich, indulgent parents had pandered to most of Maddi’s whims when she was growing up, and had made her believe she was entitled to whatever she wanted. Maddi's expensive clothes and her parents’ ability to buy her whatever she wanted – even a BMW for a graduation present – had been the entree to the 'best' social cliques at school, had encouraged her arrogance. Maddi had first tried to join the horsy clique and took up riding lessons, but had swapped them for music lessons when she found she could hardly mount an horse. Maddi couldn't stand the jeers of her enemies telling her she was too fat to ride, that she looked like a pudding in jodhpurs. So she joined the cultural elite – taking up the cello and affecting to look down on the horse set as simply barbarians.
The teachers had ignored her bullying tactics at school. So much of it was psychological, working on her victim's mental weak points till they lashed out, and then Maddi always had witnesses to say the other girl struck first. “Maddi was only defending herself.” Or she intimidated her prey with her bulk and a verbal attack which worked just as well as if she had hit the girl. The few times Maddi initiated a fight she took care to see the only witnesses were her own cronies, and made sure to hit the other girl where she would be ashamed to show anyone
No, Maddi's friends knew that Maddi would always be argumentative and pushy, but they hoped she might tone down her belligerence a little as she grew older.
Maddi’s enemies however, had quite different hopes. They knew she was too lazy to work out, too gluttonous to diet and far too bitchy to control her tongue. Even if Maddi grew less aggressive, they hoped her mouthy attitude would write cheques her body couldn't cash . They giggled among themselves, taking bets on how long it would be before Maddi got her ass kicked again.
As it happened, they didn’t have long to wait.
Maddi had been seriously shopping – she was laden with bags full of designer label clothes, shoes and accessories and her belly was full of bagels, cookies and pastries which she’d eaten at a coffee shop in the mall with friends. She was loading the bags into her near-new BMW M3 coupe, when she noticed a woman glance at her. Maddi didn’t like the dirty look the crone – she must have been at least fifty – gave her. It was as if the woman thought she looked better than Maddi, despite being older than Maddi’s parents.
Maddi glared back, mentally assessing the woman – she was skinny, with short frizzy blonde hair, long dangly earrings just made , so Maddi thought, to be yanked hard in any skirmish. Despite her age, she wore a figure-hugging, not-quite-knee length skirt and a tight-fitting blouse that showed her pathetically small rack – no more than 32B, Maddi guessed – as well as a taut stomach.
Maddi put her shopping bags down by the trunk of her car. She stood erect, walked a few paces toward the older woman, stuck her hands on her hips and hissed, “It’s rude to stare.”
“Excuse me,” the woman replied, her tone frostily polite, “I wasn't staring.”
“You looked at me!” Maddi retorted.
The woman’s gaze was even icier than her words. “A cat can look at a queen.”
“Maybe…but not a dirty look like that.” Maddi edged closer to the woman.
“You're no queen…teen princess more likely.” The woman reached up and deftly unhooked her ear rings, slipping them in her pocket. “Suck it up, princess!”
Later, Maddi's enemies gossiped that she had been too enraged, too intent on what she was sure would be an easy win against this granny, to read the message that removing the ear rings would have told someone less self-absorbed. As it was, Maddi started forward, swinging from the hip, sweeping her right arm, fully extended and with her whole body weight behind it. She slapped the older woman's face hard enough to make her teeter on her heels.
Her opponent had hardly recovered when Maddi's left hand slapped with the same force on her other cheek. She rocked back and forth, dazed, as Maddi grabbed at her top. “Stay there,” Maddi hissed as her right palm crashed into the woman's face again, “till I teach you some manners.” The woman gagged and groaned as Maddi's hand rained slap after slap. She twisted and turned but couldn't break Maddi’s grip on her top. Nor could she get her own hands up and strike back with slaps of her own or even stop Maddi's fierce blows.
Maddi had slapped the older woman half senseless. She was reeling, her knees buckling with each new slap that hammered her. She groaned as Maddi pounded her now beet red face, before she finally managed to snake a hand past Maddi's swinging arm and grab at the young girl's hair, tugging hard. Surprised and caught off balance, Maddi yelped as her own open hand missed her foe’s face this time.
Scalp throbbing as the older woman held on and twisted, Maddi grunted as her opponent’s grip bent her forward. The younger woman rallied quickly though, abandoning her grip on her foe's top and instead grabbing a fistful of the older woman's shorter frizzy hair, twisting her fingers deep to ensure a good grasp.
She beat off the older woman's first attempted slap with her free hand, before she herself again slapped at the woman's face. The slap hit but not with the same devastating force of Maddi's earlier blows. Maddi was tiring. She puffed and panted, she sweated and she didn’t have the torque she had had when she was able to put her whole body into a swing.
Even though her blows were not as powerful as they had been, it didn’t seem to matter too much. Maddi had a head start, one she used to good effect. Gripping her foe's hair tightly with her left hand, bending the older woman over, she rained slaps down on her opponent’s face, neck and shoulders as hard and fast as she could.
Maddi gritted her teeth. This old hag was so tough, so hard to put down – far harder than Maddi had expected. Maddi’s own scalp blazed with pain as her enemy jerked Maddi's hair viciously. It was so much easier for her to grip Maddi's long luxuriant, dirty blonde locks than for Maddi to tug at the older woman's shorter hair. It wasn't just the pain of the hair pulling, the woman wrenched Maddi's body around, back and forth.
Some of Maddi's slaps missed altogether as she was jerked savagely from side to side. Others hit but not where Maddi had aimed. Her foe began to hit back too, hard and often. Maddi's face stung, her neck smarted from the blows the older woman laid on her. As her enemy tugged her around, as she seemed to recover from Maddi’s initial onslaught. Her hand got a better purchase on Maddi's hair, and a nearly exhausted Maddi soon struggled simply to stay upright against the force of the vigorous assault.
Gripping the older woman’s hair, Maddi kept slapping, though with increasing desperation. It was all she could do at the time, since their two bodies were too close to punch with any power and Maddi was too busy fighting for her balance to kick. At last – what was less than a minute seemed hours to Maddi – she felt her foe's grip begin to weaken. Finally able to crane her head around to look at the older woman, she saw her eyes roll back. Maddi gave her another slap and her opponent finally slid to her knees.
“Thank you bitch! Not before time!” Maddi snarled, and added in a whisper, “you almost had me on my knees there, instead of you.”
She gripped the woman's shoulders, steadying her as she lolled on her knees, and shook her hard. “Look at me, you old hag! Say that I'm better…better looking, better fighter, just better than you are…and I'll finish you off now!”
“Fuck you, fatty!” the woman spat.
“Wrong answer!” Maddi hissed, shaking the woman around, driving her foot into her enemy’s chest, knocking her down on her back. Maddi hopped down, straddled the woman and began shaking her some more, slapping her mercilessly. “I'm going to rag doll you till you tell me I’m better than you!” She began making good her promise, twisting the woman , shaking her harder, punishing her face with slaps.
She leaned back to take a breath, then – “Ouuufff!!!” Maddi's lungs exploded. Air and spit gushed from her mouth, then the pain struck, deep in her gut where the woman had driven her elbow. Maddi felt like a spike had pierced her soft belly. She reeled, her stomach churned, and bile rose in her throat when the woman's elbow skewered her again.
Dimly, her eyes wet with tears, Maddi saw the woman’s legs rise up. She locked her ankles in front of Maddi’s face. With a powerful heave, she pushed her legs into Maddi’s face, propelling Maddi off her body. For a few seconds, Maddi writhed on the ground. She got to her knees at last, only to find the woman was already on her feet – or rather one foot, since the other foot was swinging in fast towards Maddi's gut. The split second before it struck seemed to Maddi to pass so slowly. She knew the kick would connect, she knew it would wind her, she knew it would hurt her so much and she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it.
What she didn’t know was the force with which it would hit her, a force that toppled Maddi down on her back again. Once more, for a few seconds, Maddi writhed on the ground, lost in pain. When she had her breath back, she groaned. Then her eyes bugged, “No!...no!!!” she pleaded – to no avail. The woman stomped on Maddi's belly.
Again Maddi squirmed on the hot asphalt. She felt her hair grabbed. The woman dragged her to her knees. “Look at me, fatty!” she barked. Maddi, her eyes teary, obeyed, craning her neck to look up.
“Who's better, fatty?”
Maddi said nothing till the woman yanked her higher, so she was half standing and clawed her belly. “Who's better, fatty???” the woman spoke again with more insistence. She dug her nails into Maddi's belly, twisting her hand around in the soft flesh.
Maddi screamed in pain and humiliation. “You...you are!”
“Who's a better fighter?” Again the woman twisted Maddi's gut.
Maddi all but retched up her bagels. “You…you…” she moaned and stammered.
“Who’s better looking fatty…you or me?”
“You…you are,” Maddi whimpered, her eyes streaming with tears.
“Right answer, fatty!” the woman kneed Maddi's belly and let go of her hair. Maddi slumped to the ground sobbing in pain and humiliation. The woman pulled out her phone and took some pics of Maddi laying there whimpering. Then she grabbed Maddi's handbag, rummaging around until she found Maddi's own phone. She took more shots with Maddi's phone, and sent those photos to everyone on Maddi's contact list. “Something to remember me by, fatty,” she sneered as she walked away, throwing Maddi's bag into Maddi's BMW.
And so Maddi's friends and foes found Maddi had lost another fight. Her friends tut tutted or shrugged their shoulders in resignation – Maddi would be Maddi. Her foes had a field day. Everyone, it seemed, now knew about Maddi's fights.
She won another fight, and drew yet another between Commencement and Independence Day, but that didn’t help. Her enemies wrote them off as minor scuffles, which indeed they were. The win was no more than a push and shove – a hard push and shove to be sure – but still hardly a fight, with an equally bumptious college freshman in a corridor between lecture halls. The other girl had tried to push past Maddi and her friends who were all but blocking the way. Maddi turned on her and the push and shove went on. It was like old times. In less than a minute Maddi jammed the girl – a rail-thin blonde – up against the wall. The blonde slumped to the floor in a heap when Maddi gutted her with her knee.
The other confrontation, with an angry soccer mom, never really got going. There was an exchange of words on the side of the playing field, a push, a shove, a couple of slaps – and the mom remembered she had her children with her and left. Maddi liked to think of it as a win, but she knew she was pushing her luck to publicly say so.
The gossip machine, of course, had a field day. Maddi's foes pressed in on every side. Everywhere Maddi heard the whispers – insulting, belittling whispers. Here she heard sneers that she was too fat, too slow to fight and that her successes at school had been simply bullying. There she heard sxxxxxxx, ”Maddi's in the big world now, and she can't measure up.” Somewhere else again she heard jeering taunts, “Maddi’s just too dumb to fight! she has no skills, no tactics, no strategy.” Everywhere she heard put-downs about her gluttony, her arrogance and all her other failings – just another rich Daddy's girl who couldn't cut it in the real world, just another princess lost without her security blanket.
Maddi's previous response to such insults- to hit back harder or, even better, to do to her enemies as they wanted to do to her, but do it first, do it harder and do it better – was no longer working. Her enemies' barbs dug deep, more than thorns in the flesh, they made Maddi bristle and stew. She couldn't stop the whispering campaign at its source, since she didn't know who started the whispers. She knew she had to regain cred, show these wannabes that Maddi van Buren was still a force to be reckoned with. But how?
Then her nagging exasperation gelled. Independence Day was a scorcher. Temperatures soared well over a hundred degrees. Maddi and her sister hit the beach later in the afternoon. They'd met up with a few girls – some friends, some not so friendly, but that was good. Maddi had always tried to keep her friends close and her enemies closer still.
Now, on the beach, she inwardly licked her lips. Almost directly in front of her was a thick, sexy thirty-something brunette in bikini bottoms and a t-shirt knotted under her considerable bust, exposing her belly. Maddi’s eyes zeroed in on the older woman behind her sunglasses as she thought, 'This just has to be the slut who tried to fight Elena Savoy.'
Maddi had heard about that beach battle. Elena's boyfriend was Maddi's parents’ lawyer. He organised the film festivals Maddi went to with her friends – not just because she liked the old movies with their subtly hot action, and not just because Elena’s boyfriend Malcolm had the right connections in the legal world, but because the after parties were the place to be seen. She knew Elena's reputation – the woman fought hard and well.
Maddi’s friends had been talking about Elena’s latest battle with some trash about Elena's own age, on this very beach a month or so ago. 'Yes, this is the same trash,’ thought Maddi. ‘She’s just like Trudi said she was, a big solid brunette with an A-grade attitude but E-grade class, and even less fighting skills. Elena had no trouble putting her away. I wonder...yes I wonder how I'd take her down.'
The brunette got up from her towel, and walked slowly but purposely with – Maddi had to concede – the grace of a stalking tiger, toward the food stalls that lined the edge of the boardwalk She joined a swarthy, vaguely Mediterranean looking man heading in the same direction. They started talking. A few moments later, the brunette swayed slightly sideways and her breast brushed the man's body. She giggled and glanced away, but it was less than a few moments before she seemed to stumble again and brushed more heavily against the man. She might have fallen had he not grabbed her arm. She seemed to thank him, and kissed his cheek.
“Bah! Look at the slut, throwing herself at him!” A skinny olive-skinned girl near Maddi fumed. “She's using every trick she can to hook into him. What a slag! Too fat to get a man herself, she has to try to steal someone else's.”
“Sonia, she's drunk! Look at her stumble again!” An older woman replied. She was maybe the skinny girl's mother since they looked very much alike, Maddi thought.
“She's sure a fast worker! And a sexy one.” Maddi turned to look at the speaker, just as he stepped up to her and slid his arm round her waist. “Yes, a sexy full figured woman…just like you, Maddi.” He kissed her.
Maddi broke the kiss – after a moment, at least. A girl needs to take a breath. “Hello, Carl. You're not exactly slow yourself.”
Carl chuckled and kissed Maddi's cheek.
The two women – mother and daughter, Maddi was sure now – carried on about the big brunette, maligning her appearance, her ancestry, her habits, everything they could, while the object of their insults stood with the guy waiting to be served in the bar tent. A third girl stepped away from them, walking towards Maddi and her friends.
Helena Messell, one of Maddi's friends, stopped her as she passed. “Why are those two so angry?”
“The young one's my sister. We've been on the beach enjoying a sunny day and a sunset picnic, only that there,” her finger stabbed in the direction of the older, bigger woman as her voice dripped with scorn, “is a woman who does not know how to drink and walks around, stumbling and harassing the girls and their boyfriends.“
“She’s not stumbling now. She doesn’t even look drunk,” Carl said. “No, she seems to be one focused woman, with her eyes on the prize…the guy.”
“Yeah,” the new girl snapped. “She’s gone too far, trying to hit on Juan. That’s my sister's boyfriend.”
“Juan seemed to be enjoying it!” Helena smiled.
“Damn him, he's a player. I don't know why Sonia puts up with him. I'd just let him go hang out with the trash. Yeah, like her. Ever since we got here, she's been antagonising people.”
“She doesn’t look as if she’s antagonizing Juan,” laughed Carl, obviously quite enjoying poking fun at the girl. “Quite the contrary.” They watched as the brunette slipped her arm around Juan’s waist. “Like I said, she’s got her eyes on the prize and right now I’d say she’s claiming the prize. That brunette’s my kind of girl. She knows what…or who….she wants and makes no bones about getting it.” He grinned. “But she’s a bit old for me.” He winked at Maddi. “You, on the other hand…” He broke off and kissed Maddi again.
“She’s a man-stealing bitch!” the sister snapped.
“Hey, just because she's trying to hook up with your sister's guy…” An older, perhaps 30-ish woman, joined the conversation. “She’s not being rude, and I haven’t seen Skye arguing with anyone or getting in people's way.”
“So you know her?” Sonia's sister snapped. “Go on, stick up for your friend!”
“Yes, I do know her- I've known Skye Andreotti since school. She's no friend of mine, but still…all she's doing is chatting to a guy. And Juan…you said that was his name, right?...has encouraged her all the way. He's been giving her the eye for ages.”
“Yeah, he would. Like I say, he's a player. But so is she! She's here almost all weekend, every weekend, and she makes a pass at a new guy just about each week.”
Maddi thought about this. The stories she'd heard about the bitch's fight with Elena all told of Skye being with a guy, and taunting Elena that she was on her own. How could Maddi use this herself to provoke a fight with Skye – the fight Maddi wanted to rebuild her cred?
But right now, she'd watch – she'd learn from Sonia, for she hoped the young brunette would fight Skye. In fact, she was wracking her brain for a way to make that happen.
But it seemed she didn't need to. Sonia started up from her place and immediately strode toward the tent. It looked as if she'd had enough when, a moment before, Juan had passed the brunette a drink and patted her ass. Maddi intercepted a girl she knew from college who was walking back from the bar tent. “Yeah, Maddi, that brunette's a fast worker. She got him talking about sports, brought it around to what sports he played himself and…well…every guy likes talking about himself. She can turn on the charm when she wants to. I wouldn’t want her to get her claws in Manny.”
“She’s just like you, Maddi,” said Carl. “Like you, she can turn on the charm. Don't I know it. She’s got her mind on the main chance, and she goes after what she wants.”
“Don't compare that old hag to me!” Maddi snapped, but inside she grinned at the wistful look in Carl's eyes. She was actually flattered in a way – the big brunette knew how to handle herself and get the guys, enough to make other girls see her as a threat. Maddi liked being a threat. But of course, she couldn't let Carl see that. No, she wanted to keep Carl guessing, and in his box where he belonged.
“She's just like another assertive, strong, full-figured girl I know.” Carl knew Maddi was – yet again – playing him, that her anger was largely feigned, but he also knew there was some real undercurrent. Maddi's temper could flare in seconds. He's seen Maddi in a rage, he'd experienced the iron underneath the velvet. So he knew he had to mollify her. He rested his hand on her shoulder. “But,” he whispered softly into her ear, “you're far sexier than that old thing. I wasn't comparing you with her, just noting some shared characteristics. I wouldn’t compare a gazelle and a bison, but they’ve got enough in common that they both belong to the Bovidae family.”
“You biologist!” Maddi slapped Carl's cheek lightly. She giggled.
“Guilty as charged.” Indeed he was. Carl a few years older than Maddi, was a research scientist, and his inner nerd was never far from the surface.
He wound his hand around Maddi's side to rest on her stomach, squeezing it lightly and pulling her closer to him. He squeezed her stomach a little harder, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh. Maddi spluttered. Carl certainly was moving fast. She brushed his hand to her side, breathed and recovered, “And you just don't 'give the eye' either, like the girl says Juan does.”
“No, she may be turning on the charm to get Juan like Jacquie said. She's just as much a player as he is. Maddi, “ again Carl dropped his voice a little, “you charmed me long ago.” He kissed her cheek. “And I didn't need to give you any encouragement. I didn't 'give you the eye' then.”
Maddi squirmed a little uneasily as Carl squeezed and kneaded her belly. It wasn't that she didn't like that – on the contrary, she liked it too much for her own good. Belly play excited and aroused her. She didn't want to be excited and aroused that much – not here in public on a beach, not by Carl Olaison. She liked Carl well enough, or rather she liked his attention, just like she liked every guy's attention, but Carl needed to know his place and keep it. Maddi wasn't about to let him get very far.
Sonia strode up to where Juan and Skye stood. She pecked Juan on the cheek and as he turned, managed to slide between him and Skye.
Maddi and her friends walked up, wanting to get ringside places for the brewing brawl. They heard the brunette hiss, ”Hey girl, who are you?”
“As if she didn't know,” Sonia's sister sxxxxxxxed.
“I'm Sonia.” She pushed the bigger older girl with her hips, shoving her half a pace or so back. “Ooh…pardon me,” she said loudly.
Skye stared briefly at Sonia, “Well, yes…pardon granted. Now be off…Juan and are I are talking together…in private.” She pushed into Sonia, with enough weight behind the push to make Sonia stagger. Skye turned away. “Juan, you were telling me about your football?”
“Look at him smirk. He’s got two girls fighting for his attention.” Maddi was dismissive.
“What's the difference? Girls love it when they have guys at their beck and call.” Carl gently pulled Maddi in front of him, his hands around her waist. He bent forward, whispering, “Don't you remember, Maddi? I've been part of your little entourage ... been there got the t-shirt.”
“Carl Gustav, don't be such a whiner!” Maddi snapped. This time her anger wasn’t feigned, Carl – as he himself had just said, one of her entourage – dared to criticise her? Maddi didn't brook criticism. She pointed. “Look what's happening.”
Sonia and Skye were contending for Juan's attention, both trying to talk to him and to shut the other out. For a moment Juan seemed to talk to both.
“He's just making them both angry. You can't please all the people all the time,” said Carl.
“You don't say!” Again, Maddi was dismissive. “He's playing them.”
“You could give him lessons,” Carl said softly. “The number of times I've bought you drinks, fetched and carried for you, gone...”
“I've told you Carl, don't get whiny on me,” Maddi snapped again, cutting hm off in midstream. “I don't like guys who whine. Hey look!”
Juan had given up the struggle to keep the two girls in the conversation, turning his back on Sonia. Sonia hissed. “Hello…hello!” tugging at Skye's shoulder. “You drunken hag, which part don’t you understand? He doesn’t want anything from an old cow….ok?” She thrust her face close to Skye’s.
“Who do you think you're talking to, you rude nasty little girl?” snapped Skye in return. “Don’t you call me an old cow!!!” Her finger almost prodded Sonia's slim belly. “Don't interrupt other people!” Again she prodded but didn’t quite touch Sonia. “And don't stare at me either." This time her finger just touched Sonia’s skin.
Sonia paled. For a moment, Maddi thought she might back off – Skye was far bigger than the skinny younger girl. But then Sonia saw Juan wink at Skye and, summoning her courage, she grabbed his hand and pulled Juan a few paces toward her. His beer splashed on the sand.
“Hey girl! Just leave him alone! You don’t have to jerk him off his feet...unless you’re scared he wants to go with me. But hey…he's big enough to decide that for himself!” Skye and Juan exchanged smiles. He freed his hand from Sonia's grip and stepped back towards Skye, who reached out her own arm to him.
“I think Juan’s made up his mind,” Maddi frowned.
“Uh huh,” agreed Carl. “Skye seems like that kind of girl. She gets what she wants. Just like you, Maddi.” Maddi's belly fluttered as he rubbed it again.
“Don't mention that 'player' and me in the same sentence,” Maddi shot back. “I deserve what I get!”
“Like some older woman's elbow spearing into your belly?” Carl gripped Maddi's stomach and pressed hard. “Like that same older woman stomping on your belly?
Maddi gulped. she squirmed. She couldn't understand why being reminded of her defeats excited her. But it did. She tried to push the thought out of her mind, but Carl's belly play didn’t help with that – not at all. She summoned some determination. “Carl Gustav, you’re going way too far!” She pushed his probing hand back. “Look at them," she pointed to the threesome near the beer tent, hoping to distract him.
Sonia was still trying to win Juan back, but it seemed Skye had had enough. “This isn't the place for little girls, it’s for grownups. Now be a good girl and go and build a sandcastle…or maybe you’d like to go play with your dolls."
Forgetting Juan for a moment, Sonia faced Skye. “If you keep opening that stupid mouth, I’m going to have to close it…you understand?"
“Oh, I understand alright. You’re scared of losing your guy. But threatening me won't work. Juan will just see you've got a big mouth…but I guess he already knows that.” Skye kissed Juan – a long, wet kiss. Then, taking him by the hand, she walked away a few yards, to stand between Sonia and her towel, only a pace or so from Maddi and Carl and their friends. “No, don’t threaten me, little girl. Don't let your mouth write cheques your body can't cash.” Juan, still holding her hand, winked at Skye. “Go play with your dolls sweetie,” Skye said, her voice treacly sweet, “and let us grownups play…like grownups.” With that she slipped her hand out of Juan's grasp and stood facing the now red-faced Sonia, hands on her hips.
“She's a total bitch!” Sonia's sister was indignant. “Sonia just can't walk away now. Juan will never speak to her again.”
Sonia knew that too. She shook with anger, looking from Juan to Skye and back again. She glared at the big brunette, her feet planted in the sand. "Ok, what do you want?” Her voice quavered. She paused for a second as if summoning her courage, and went on. “So you want to see who’s more woman to stay with Juan?” She raised her voice again – she was nearly shouting. “You want that, yes?”
“Now now, girl...you threatening me?” Skye hissed. “I don’t think that’s wise.”
“She must have been knocking it back all day.” Maddi made a show of waving away the reek of Skye’s alcohol breath.
Skye stepped a little closer to Sonia. She seemed to stumble or perhaps wobble a little, but she regained her stance, standing legs apart, arms raised. Maddi stepped back, pushing her ass against Carl's shorts. “Carl, make room,” she whispered. “They’re going to fight.”
“You don't say.” Carl stood his ground. His arm slid back around Maddi's stomach, holding her closely against him.
“You're drunk,” Sonia sneered at Skye. She kicked off her flip flops, pulled her hair back, wrapping a tie round it to keep it out of her way.
Skye kicked her sandals off and started to braid her hair. She struggled with it having no tie. Her head was leaning back, her chin up when Sonia stepped forward swiftly, plunging her knee deep into Skye's stomach. The older woman's mouth opened wide, booze-laden spit and air gushed out and she doubled up, groaning.
“First strike to Sonia!” Maddi smiled as the crowd erupted – some jeering, some cheering but almost all surprised at Sonia's speed and aggression.
“Unfair!” Carl protested. “She didn't wait till Skye was ready!” The teen wasn't waiting for her foe to recover either. Even as the older woman staggered on her feet and slumped forward, Sonia's fist ploughed into her stomach. She grabbed a fistful of Skye's hair, pulling her further forward.
“What's fair? There's no rules here,” Maddi retorted. She began to take mental notes on how to fight Skye. She was more and more determined to rebuild her cred by destroying the older woman as soon as she had the opportunity.
Skye bent forward and, her hair in her eyes, lashed out at where she hoped Sonia was. She coughed and spluttered as she tried to suck air into her lungs.
“She's too slow and predictable,” Maddi smiled as Skye's punch went nowhere. Sonia easily avoided it by stepping to the side. She yanked the bottom of Skye's shirt up till it was almost inside out, fouling Skye's head, blinding her, then kicked at Skye's ribs. Skye countered by grabbing at Sonia's foot. She clutched it and held on, yanking the younger girl up.
“You were saying, 'slow and predictable'?” Carl chuckled, squeezing Maddi's belly hard. As Maddi squirmed involuntarily against Carl, he cupped her chin and kissed her swiftly. For a moment Maddi enjoyed the kiss but she broke it. She wanted to watch the fight and didn't want Carl getting too fresh with her.
Skye stood erect, raising Sonia's foot high. Skye's t-shirt slid down to free her arms. Sonia stumbled. She let go of Skye's hair and shirt, to seize and twist her arm. Skye let go of the foot at last and Sonia stepped back.
”The kid was lucky not to get dropped to the sand. She underestimated Skye…bad mistake,” the thirty something woman commented.
Skye moved in, her hands raised in a boxing stance. Keeping her left hand up close to her body, she fired one punch, then a second at Sonia. Sonia dodged the first and ducked the second. Skye's foot lashed out at Sonia's crouching form. Sonia pushed at Skye's leg, trying to divert the kick. She partly succeeded, and Skye’s foot hit her in the side. “If that had hit her stomach, she'd be on her back.” Carl pressed his hand into Maddi's stomach again. He nibbled at her ear.
“Yes, but she missed,” Maddi replied. She wiggled her butt, teasingly rubbing it against Carl's shorts.
“And you'd be down too, if a kick like that had hit you in your belly,” Carl whispered, pressing firmly on Maddi's navel.
Maddi squirmed. Carl was right and the very thought of the devastation such a punch would make in her gut stimulated her, but she wasn't about to let Carl know that. No, even though she enjoyed his belly play, she'd keep him in his box. “That's as maybe, but she missed…and she keeps missing. Look!” Maddi giggled and teasingly wiggled again. But all the time she continued watching intently. She wanted to know how to defeat Skye herself, when the opportunity came.
Maddi was right. Skye struggled to score a blow. The older woman was trying to hit Sonia and Sonia was trying to avoid what she knew would be Skye's punishing blows. Sonia dodged, weaved and parried as the older woman lashed out repeatedly. The tight circle around the fighters opened up as Skye stalked Sonia and Sonia retreated.
It was almost a minute before a frustrated Skye finally landed a blow but when she did, it was a powerful one, snapping Sonia's head back and up. For a second, Sonia looked at the sky. That was all Skye needed. Her left fist, which she'd held close, defensively so far, swung out in a hard jab that hit Sonia's belly. Sonia staggered.
“Imagine if that had been your belly,” Carl whispered, kneading Maddi once more.
“Sonia's tough. She's fit…she'll come back.” Maddi bit back, then reddened and giggled self-consciously as she realised her admission. She writhed against Carl as he brought his other hand up to join the first, squeezing and massaging her tummy. She turned her head, hooked an arm around Carl's neck and kissed him wetly. ‘I might have a bit of fun with him,’ she thought. 'After all, I deserve the right kind of attention from the right sort of guy. And it's hot, the fight's fun to watch. Who knows what I might want later? And well, Carl...I can always put him back in his box after I've played with him.’
Sonia showed her toughness now. She backed away, firing jabs at Skye, intended to keep the bigger woman away rather than to damage her. Maddi concentrated on the fight and not Carl for the moment, watching as Skye stood off and fired heavy blows at Sonia, most of which Sonia avoided. She realized that Sonia had a strategy. “She's trying to provoke Skye. She wants to infuriate the bigger woman…or to tire her out.“
“Yeah, that's what the kid wants to do but it’s not working”, Carl sneered and Maddi had to admit, he seemed to be right. Sonia hit Skye far more often than the few blows Skye landed on Sonia, but Skye shrugged Sonia's punches off. Her own – the few that hit – rocked the younger woman.
Skye stood erect, almost as if she was bracing herself. She looked breathless. Sweat was running down her face and neck. Maddi was sure she was tiring but for the moment, she was still attacking. She launched an uppercut that hit Sonia on the chin. Again it snapped the younger girl’s head back and this time, Skye's following punch landed squarely in Sonia's stomach. The younger girl folded like laundry.
Maddi gasped out loud. She could almost feel the blow herself. This was not how she had imagined the fight. After hearing about Elena, and after seeing Sonia's powerful opening, she had anticipated a beatdown, but Skye was fighting back. Maddi began to wonder – did she really want to fight the big brunette after all?
“Oh yes!” Carl cheered Skye on, pressing the fingers of his left hand deep into Maddi's stomach as they watched. Maddi's heart raced. She gasped again, then a third time as Carl, making a fist with his right hand, pushed it slowly into the base of her soft stomach, just above her bikini line.
Maddi shook, then with an effort she collected herself again. She gently but firmly pushed Carl's fist away. She would not let him force the pace. If she decided to fuck Carl she would, but in her own time. “Carl! Watch the fight,” she insisted.
Skye kept attacking. As Sonia staggered forward, gasping breathlessly, the older woman swung her knee up. Desperately, Sonia tried to shove it aside but it still ploughed into her flank. It may have only been a glancing blow, but it was hard enough to make Sonia drop to her knees.
Maddi trembled. Instinctively she loathed Skye as white trash – a heavy drinking whore who would open her legs to anyone, but Maddi knew she herself might have acted much as Skye had done. Skye had picked up a guy, cutting the guy's girlfriend out completely. Maddi had done that many a time. In the fight, Skye had been pushing her attack just as Maddi would have – turning on the pace early because knew she lacked the stamina for a long slugging match. Maddi knew her whispering enemies would sneer that Maddi would be another Skye if she hadn't had rich parents who'd paid to maintain Maddi's lifestyle.
Maddi had hoped and expected that Skye would fold after Sonia’s initial success, but instead the trash had recovered and now she was taking the fight to Sonia. Maddi’s hands itched to fight the older woman – but she needed to win that fight to regain her cred. Could she guarantee a win? She was nowhere near as sure about that, as she’d been a few minutes ago.
Carl chuckled. “She's got her!” He pressed his fingers into Maddi’s quivering belly again, deeper still. Maddi squirmed once more. Again she pushed Carl’s hand away. The thought of Skye winning – too horrible to contemplate – was a cold douche on Maddi’s incipient passion.
“No,” Maddi found her voice and retorted, “The bitch is too slow.” It was true. Sonia had gotten to her feet before Skye could follow up with another attack.
Once again Sonia tried to dodge and avoid Skye's big swinging blows, while darting in to hit the older woman whenever she could. Maddi saw that Sonia aimed at forcing Skye into a rash act. For a while it didn’t seem to work, but nor could Skye get the breakthrough she wanted – no, Maddi thought – the breakthrough she needed. Skye was puffing. Sweat poured off her body. She stumbled as she thrust her fists at Sonia. ‘She’s near her limits. Hang in there, Sonia.’ Maddi began to hope again for Sonia’s victory and plan for her own. For all Skye tried, Sonia kept dodging, ducking, weaving.
Aloud Maddi sxxxxxxxed, “You’re wrong Carl.” She squirmed against his shorts. "Skye just can’t land a blow. Like I said, the old bitch is just too slow.“ Then she winced – Skye wasn’t so slow that Sonia was able to avoid the slap that rocked the younger girl's face.
“Told you!” Carl gloated. But Sonia started walking – half jogging – around Skye, firing light, repeated punches at the older woman who was forced to turn with her. Few of Sonia’s light jabs hit, but those that did elicited a gasp or a groan. Skye tried once more to slug it out with Sonia, firing the same heavy punches she’d used before, but just like before, they missed.
When Skye tried to advance, Sonia weaved to the side again and hit out at Skye’s flank. This time Sonia's was no light jab. She put her weight behind it, firing a punch as heavy as Skye's own. The bigger woman's legs buckled. She staggered forward, almost directly into Sonia's up-swinging knee. Skye lurched backwards, bracing herself, barely on her feet.
“Remind you of anything, darling Maddi?” Carl whispered. “Maybe a skinny blonde in a parking lot?” Maddi floundered as Carl worked her tummy again, and as she remembered – all too well – how the blonde had turned that fight around. She writhed gently at the pleasurable pain Carl inflicted.
“Look at her red face. Look at her boobs and belly heave as she tries to suck in air. Look at her stumble,” Maddi muttered, her voice thick as she panted. “Told you! She’s exhausted. Sonia's going to take her!” She rubbed herself against Carl’s pants. Her lust had returned with her confidence in Sonia's victory. She'd have some fun with Carl, but she’d leave him wanting more. That was the strategy for success, just as Sonia's strategy of tiring Skye out was succeeding. Maddi smiled to herself as she felt just how hard Carl was. His other hand slid back onto her belly, kneading, squeezing and tugging. Maddi sighed softly. She relaxed a little, Carl’s hands holding her tightly against his body, and let him pleasure her.
“Nah…look, she's fighting back!” Carl smiled. It was true. Skye had broken free from Sonia, stepped back and was swinging her arm, trying to slap Sonia – or more likely Maddi thought, to keep her at bay. For a few moments she was succeeding. She even hit Sonia again and sent her reeling. Her blows still had power.
Suddenly Sonia ducked under another of Skye's big swinging slaps, crouched low and sprang up beneath Skye's guard, thrusting her shoulder straight into the bigger woman's navel. As the shoulder hit, Sonia wrapped her arms around Skye's ass and shoved hard. The big woman dropped heavily to the sand like a felled tree, and like a felled tree she lay motionless, at least for the few seconds it took Sonia to straddle her and drop heavily onto her belly. Skye's body convulsed as Sonia's butt crashed down into her.
Maddi knew Sonia had been playing on Skye’s strengths – those big heavy blows, and her weakness – her growing exhaustion, to win the fight. Sonia had had a strategy all along, from the time she struck Skye so hard before the big girl was ready, until the end when Sonia had risked a pounding – even accepted one – to get Skye to commit to slugging those heavy blows. Sonia had worn Skye down, frustrating her so she could get inside those swinging arms.
Maddi leaned back, resting her head on Carl's shoulder. “She's toast now.” She turned her head, cupping Carl's chin and pulling it to her mouth. She gave him a long, wet kiss, watching with one eye as Sonia yanked at Skye's t-shirt, again pulling it up over her foe's head, trying to tangle Sky's arms in it like she’d done before.
Skye waved her arms, struggling to slap at Sonia's face. Sonia batted them away, but failed to control them. She suddenly found Skye's leg hammering her back. She groaned and wavered. Skye tried to roll and push Sonia off, but she failed. Sonia steadied herself and bounced again and again on Skye’s big belly.
“Sonia's only 120 pounds at the most,” said Maddi, breaking the kiss, “but she's crushing Skye.” The crowd had erupted in cheers, jeers and catcalls, but Maddi zoned that out. She was only interested in the destruction of the big bitch, and in what Carl was doing to her belly – in that order. “Smell that alcohol erupting from the bitch's lungs,” she purred, then added, “Oooh…ooh!” as Carl worked her belly in time with each of Sonia's bounces.
Maddi panted hotly, watching Sonia shove back Skye's arms, which for a moment had gripped Sonia's shoulders and again tried to force her off. Sonia squeezed her knees, pinning Skye tightly as she struggled again with the bigger woman's t-shirt. Skye was now too weakened to prevent Sonia from trapping her arms in the t-shirt, stretching them up above her head, lifting the t-shirt and baring Skye’s heavy breasts. Her face rocked from side to side as Sonia slapped it.
Sonia looked down at her enemy. She grabbed a handful of the bigger woman’s breast and twisted it. Skye tried to shriek but no sound came from her mouth as Sonia continued to crush her foe's lungs with each bounce squeezing still more air out of her.
Skye's struggles weakened. Sonia stared at Juan, then lowered her gaze to Skye. She leaned forward spat in Skye's eyes. "Who’s the real bitch, baby?” She looked around, smiling “Who’s the real woman for Juan?” Skye remained silent, glaring. “Well, bitch?” Sonia smacked Skye's face; she dug her nails deeper into the brunette’s breast. Skye groaned. “Well, bitch?” Sonia repeated. Skye gritted her teeth.
“Defiant to the last.“ Carl's hand slipped up to cup Maddi's breast, squeezing and stroking it. “She's not going to give Sonia the pleasure of surrendering to her.”
“No, but we all know who won.” Maddi kissed Carl again. Her arms grabbed Carl's butt, pulling him tightly against her own butt.
Together they watched Sonia torture the bigger woman's body – squeezing and mauling her breasts, bouncing up and down on her belly. Skye groaned often, but despite everything Sonia did to her, said nothing. Carl rubbed his body on Maddi’s back. “You've almost got to admire her for that. She's a drunken bitch, but she's an obstinate, sassy drunken bitch.”
“Hey!” Maddi protested.
“Come on. She lost, but she's a sexy loser…but not as sexy as you, Maddi” Carl kissed her again. Maddi responded, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth, grinding her body against his.
Sonia tiring of her torturing, eased her butt up to Skye's face and planted herself tightly over the older woman's nose and mouth. It was only a few seconds before Skye's struggles ceased. She was out to it.
“I told you she'd win.” Maddi said, taking Carl by the hand and leading him up toward the beer tent. They passed Sonia as she stood up and walked to Juan.
Sonia slapped his face. “That’s for looking at her!” She slapped him again. “And that’s for talking to her!”
Juan said nothing, but stepped aside. Silently he walked to where Skye lay on the sand. He raised her head as she came to, and kissed her. Then he helped her up. Together, with Juan holding her closely, supporting her, they walked slowly up the beach.
Sonia stood aghast.
“Has Skye had the last laugh?” Carl asked Maddi
“Doesn’t matter. Sonia won the fight!” Maddi cared about the physical victory – that and what she had learned which, she was sure, would enable her to work Skye over just as comprehensively as Sonia had. But that fight was something for another day. Sonia might be left despondent, but Maddi knew Carl was as horny as a sailor on shore leave. She had teased him enough. Now she was going to take him to a quiet spot in the sandhills behind the beach and ride him till he came. Then she’d take him back to the beach for a drink and some eats, before packing him into her car and going somewhere secluded, where she’d fuck him senseless. Then Maddi would take him back to the car and put him back in his box.
And so she did.
*****
The brunette had just emerged from the water, zigzagging haphazardly up the beach to her towel. She lay down and stretched out, pretending to read some cheap trashy magazine, but really looking at the scene through lazily half opened eyes. Instantly Maddi recognised her – Skye. God, Maddi thought was finally on her side. ‘Yes, its Skye all right. She's hot with a big soft weak tummy. She's a slut. Look at her nipples poke through that wet t-shirt. She's drunk too. Her eyes are glazed and half closed. She couldn't even walk straight up the beach. Oh yes, I can take her easily if I sink a fist or two in her belly. I’ve just got to attack and keep attacking, just like Sonia did. But Sonia stopped too soon. She should have stripped her. And I, Maddi van Buren, am the bitch who’ll do just that!’
Maddi was only surprised that Skye had ventured back to the beach so soon after Sonia had pounded her into the sand. ‘She must still be bruised and stiff. It’s only a couple weeks since Sonia handed her her ass.’ Maddi smiled to herself. Skye's old injuries would make it even easier to destroy her.
Maddi got up and walked closer, until she leaned over the brunette lying in her path. Again she smirked. ‘I'll take you, bitch, with your belly hanging out and your nipples erect through your wet white tee.’ Aloud she said, "Excuse me…you're in everybody's way.”
The brunette looked up, blinking into the glare of the setting sun, to see Maddi staring down at her. She blinked again, trying to focus on the young girl glaring angrily, domineeringly, her arms akimbo. Maddi's eyes bored into her own. The brunette blinked again, as if struggling to understand Maddi's words. “Come on, move!” Maddi hissed.
The brunette propped herself up on her arm. Still blinking as her eyes adjusted to the glare, she looked back at Maddi. “What's your problem, kid? Walk around me…everyone else does.”
“I'm not everyone else!” Maddi snapped, glaring even harder at the brunette. “Go on, get out of the way!” Her toe prodded the brunette's flank.
That finally energised the brunette. She blinked again and pushed herself up to a sitting position. Her eyes fully open, she belched. Maddi again smirked inwardly at the overpowering smell of cheap alcohol on the older bitch's breath. Just as she had thought, the slut was drunk. She'd be easy meat.
The brunette tried to stare back at Maddi. Yet again she blinked as the low sun caught her eyes. “I told you…walk around me. A little exercise might help you lose some of that fat gut, bitch.”
Maddi looked down past her own body. “Hypocrite!” she muttered, so softly that only the brunette could hear. Maddi bent over, reached down and stroked the older woman’s belly, tugging gently on the piercing in her navel. Skye was so startled she didn’t even resist – just stared open-mouthed at Maddi.
Maddi smiled as the brunette's belly jiggled. "Looks like I'm not the only fatty," she said more loudly, jabbing her fingers hard in the brunette's belly. “Oh, so soft!” she chortled.
Finally overcoming her surprise and now furious, the brunette sprang, somewhat unsteadily, to her feet, her face flushed a dark ugly red. “You don't get away with that, kid! You want a fight??? You got one!” Before she was even fully on her feet, she lunged forward, sending her fist at Maddi's stomach – but Maddi was no longer there.
Maddi had wanted this fight. She'd been planning it ever since she saw Skye. She'd rehearsed a strategy – strike hard, strike first, strike often and above all, never let Skye recover.
Now she put the strategy into practice. Seeing the bigger woman’s fist jab forward, Maddi sidestepped and Skye’s fist met thin air. As the stretched-out brunette tottered on her feet, Maddi swung her knee up, striking her enemy's soft round belly. “I think can do whatever I please!” Maddi said calmly, her own coolness in stark contrast to the brunette's raging anger.
The brunette groaned loudly as Maddi's knee slammed into her gut. Her white face and the loud whoosh as the air gushed from her mouth, all told how deep Maddi's knee had sunk in. The brunette staggered backwards, clutching her belly, her face changing colour again.
Maddi knew the first part of her strategy – strike first to get an early advantage – had worked. Her brutal knee had already partly winded the brunette. Skye was gasping for air. So Maddi kept the pressure on. She knew Skye was hot tempered, and she'd play on that.
“Stomach churning?” she taunted her foe. “Feel like you want to retch? Maybe you shouldn't have had so many coolers, or so much beer.” Maddi sent a punch toward Skye’s belly. She watched the brunette try to steady herself, then again lunge forward with a sparring punch aimed at fending off Maddi's follow up. That worked. She deflected Maddi's blow so it just hit her side.
Still spluttering, her breasts and belly heaving as she sucked in air, Skye stepped forward. Maddi smiled again. Skye was too angry to think or plan. Rage and – Maddi hoped – a little fear was clouding her judgement. Skye seemed unable to do anything but charge to the attack.
Skye closed and again tried to land a fist on Maddi. ‘Angry fighters are stupid fighters’ Maddi remembered. Skye's anger, her still-healing injuries and the pain she was carrying from the fight with Sonia, the booze she'd drunk, were all combining with Maddi's ferocious early success to weaken her. Maddi knew that Skye would not be nearly as tough as she'd been when fighting Elena or Sonia. That was why Maddi was fighting her now.
Maddi easily avoided the furious woman's punch, this time by pivoting on her leg. The brunette's fist whizzed past her, again leaving Skye stretched out and tottering. Again Maddi took full advantage, driving a one-two combo of punches at the brunette's belly. Maddi smiled grimly as she felt her fists sink deep into that soft, cushiony gut. Her smile widened as the brunette's mouth gaped, expelling a torrent of spit and alcohol-laden air. Her smile broadened even more as sweat suddenly poured from Skye’s skin, her eyes bugged and the older woman shuddered violently. Maddi knew her foe was panicking.
“Arrgh! Oh god…arggh…” The brunette finally had enough breath to groan. As she did so, she staggered backwards, trying to get a few moments and a few yards to regroup. She was bent almost double, clutching her stomach, shaking, tottering. Again the colour of her face changed, from red to white to an almost mulberry purple as she fought to keep from retching.
Maddi let her go; she needed to catch her own breath. She knew she had to put the brunette away quickly. She too was sweating and breathing hard. She knew though, that she was winning – and she was determined to keep winning.
The brunette stood erect again, checked her trembling body but still wobbled on her feet. She backpedalled, again as Maddi advanced, still seeking time and space to regroup. Her hands were up defensively, protecting her gut. Maddi could sense her foe's fear of losing in front of the building crowd – and not just losing but losing so quickly and so decisively.
Determined to give the struggling, weakening older woman no chance to recover, Maddi closed rapidly. The brunette had so far failed to hit her at all. With her left hand, Maddi grabbed a handful of the brunette's big right tit, squeezing and clawing at the soft flesh. As Skye squealed in pain, she fired her right fist at her opponent’s nose. “Let me see that belly again, bitch!”
Skye swung her arm up to block Maddi's punch. Maddi tried again, looping her fist through the brunette's defences. The brunette swung her head to take the blow on the cheek. It snapped her head back and to the side.
“The kid’s pounding the old broad!” some guy hooted as the big brunette faltered. She'd have been driven backwards again but for Maddi's tight grip on her boob.
“Fuck you!” the brunette grabbed at Maddi's boob in return. She tried to claw and dig her nails into Maddi's flesh.
The two women groaned simultaneously and staggered apart. Maddi's fist had yet again hammered the brunette's belly a split second before the brunette's up-swinging knee hit Maddi's gut.
That Maddi's breast had popped out of her tiny bikini top was the least of her concerns – it might even help her get some attention from the guys watching the fight. No, her knees buckled slightly as some of the wind was driven from her lungs by the brunette's knee. For the first time, the brunette had marked her and she knew that one guy's comment, “It's not all one way, bud!” was true.
Maddi had been over-confident. She had expected to win easily. She knew the brunette was at least half drunk. She knew too the brunette's belly was as soft, round and weak as her own and that she, Maddi, had had the advantage of surprise. Now though, that advantage had gone, and the brunette's counterattack had surprised Maddi. The fight was not going to be a walk in the park after all.
But she knew too her succession of blows to Skye's stomach – four of her own to the blows to the drunken brunette's one – had hammered her opponent, damaging her badly, but still the brunette could fight back. Maddi would be more careful now. She'd been distracted by the brunette's attack on her breasts. That wouldn't happen again.
Skye stood puffing – no, Maddi thought, not just puffing but gasping desperately for breath. At that moment, Maddi sensed the brunette was not planning a strategy to take the fight to Maddi. Rather, the brunette was groping for a tactic to stave off imminent defeat. Maddi had, at least for the moment, won the mental battle. Skye needed time to recover, to ease her churning belly, to overcome her pain.
Maddi wasn't going to give her the time she needed. Though she had barely gotten her own breath back, she seized on her foe's moment of hesitation. Reaching out with both hands, she latched onto the brunette's soft, fat belly and sank her claws in, twisting and pulling. “Take that, you drunk bitch!"
Tears formed immediately in her enemy's eyes. Then the older woman’s right fist lashed out, firing a punch at Maddi's belly. Like most of the brunette's blows had been, it was sloppy, telegraphed and slow. Maddi saw it coming and digging her nails deeper into her enemy’s belly, she turned on her left leg, pivoting away to present only her side to Skye’s fist. She swung her free hand up, deflecting the brunette's blow, so it only lightly kissed Maddi's side.
Maddi stepped closer and swung her head forward, trying to head-butt the brunette's nose while maintaining the claw on her belly. She knew it was a hard shot to attempt from side-on, but she knew too that if it hammered home hard, it would burst open the brunettes' nose and would win her the fight.
Skye saw the head butt coming and managed to swing her head just enough to save her nose, but the blow hit her cheek hard. Maddi felt her foe's head snap back. The brunette staggered. She reached down to try to free her belly from Maddi's clawing hand. That didn’t work as Maddi clawed her bare belly even tighter, so Skye twisted toward Maddi and tried to swing at her face. “Bitch…bitch!” she muttered as sweat flowed down her face and neck and into the valley between her breasts. Maddi saw her foe's eyes widen, her face whiten. She knew the brunette needed to end the fight, but Maddi was determined to end it her way. She'd make the bitch suffer. She'd show her enemies that Maddi van Buren was a force to be reckoned with.
She dug her nails in deeper still, clawing and twisting at the older woman's soft flesh. Skye shrieked as though her belly was being ripped apart. Maddi shoved her body against the brunette, trying to drive her back and trip her to the sand. She was already planning to mount her ass on the older woman's midriff.
The lunge failed but still Skye’s arms windmilled and she staggered. She belched booze-laden air as she gripped Maddi's shoulders hard just to stay upright. Maddi smirked. The brunette was close to collapse, her belly open for mayhem. Now was the time to do to this slut, what the older woman in the car park had done to Maddi a few months ago. She drove her elbow deep into the other woman’s gut, already weakened by three – or was it four? – blows. Maddi made it five, and she knew it was enough when the brunette stopped fighting back and simply tried to cling to Maddi. Sure, she clawed her nails into Maddi’s flesh but now she was holding on just for support, gripping Maddi’s shoulders so she wouldn’t sink to her knees.
Ignoring the pain from her enemy’s nails, Maddi rammed her elbow repeatedly into Skye’s gut – three more times – as her foe seemed powerless to stop her. “Take that in your soft belly, bitch!”
Skye was running on adrenaline, her gas tank on empty, but it didn't matter now. Each blow forced more air from the brunette’s lungs. Each inflicted more pain. The first made the older woman tremble. The second made her knees shake. The third made her buckle for a moment. She stood, her body heaving. She tried to swing her knee up into Maddi's gut. Maddi saw it coming, turned away and took the knee in her side.
She spun back and elbowed the brunette's face. It hit. Skye lost her grip on one of Maddi's shoulders. She groaned. Maddi repeated the effort, then grabbed Skye's shoulders and rammed her knee into the woman's gut. At last Skye slumped to her knees, cradling her stomach.
Maddi pushed the defeated woman over on her back in the sand. She pinned her arms above her head as she straddled her belly, then dropped her ass heavily on Skye’s gut. The remaining air whooshed out of her enemy’s lungs. She went limp as Maddi continued bouncing on her belly. “Give, bitch?”
The brunette croaked her surrender.
Maddi’s fierce expression relaxed into a smirk. She rose off her victim, walked over to her bag, grabbed her phone and took some selfies, posed with her foot planted on Skye's gut. Then she turned her back on Skye, pushed through the crowd and made her way back to her car, smiling to herself. Her friends and foes would be talking about this battle for weeks. She had regained her cred, and that was what mattered most.
Maddi van Buren was back.
