L.A. Women, Ch. 7

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LA Women, Ch. 7

This is a work of fantasy and the human imagination.

Sarah was already feeling agitated as they walked into the restaurant in downtown Los Angeles--agitated, itchy, insulted, and everything else. Daniella, Sarah knew, felt the same way, but she was doing a better job of hiding it. The two young women stood together near the maître d's station and waited. Both of them wore formal dresses, Daniella in black and Sarah in white, and both dresses struck just the right balance between refinement and a flattering display of their gorgeous physiques, bountiful cleavage and sweeping curves of their hips and backsides. At Daniella's insistence, they had gotten their hair and nails done together that afternoon and just generally made a day of it. "We deserve to treat ourselves after everything this bitch has done," as Dani had put it. Dani, the Latina, was the older of the two, in her later twenties, and she worked in creative at a prominent advertising agency, a branch of Abraham and Weiner from New York. She also had a reputation, a very good one, as a fighter, and she had begun managing other women like her, such as Sarah, guiding them toward competitive bouts in front of audiences of the rich, powerful, and bored in the city. These contests could be quite lucrative, and Dani wanted to make sure that women like Sarah made money off of their combative nature and their stunning good looks, to give them what she had not herself when she was younger and living in New York. Sarah was the most talented and, quite possibly, the most attractive of the women Dani was nurturing. She had grown up in a wealthy family in Virginia and been a very successful lacrosse player in college, and she had come to LA after graduation in search of something more, something that would scratch whatever it was inside her that modern life couldn't reach. And if she had learned anything in her time in LA, it was that a lot of women found the expectation that they just be nice all the time to be profoundly empty. Life-denying, even. As Sarah stood next to Dani, waiting to be escorted to the private room at the back of the exclusive restaurant, she thought they made quite a pair, the darker, curly-haired Latina beauty in the black dress and the younger pale-skinned girl from Virgina with the wavy strawberry blonde hair in white, both curvy in just the right way and both the kind of women both men and women stared at, as the guests seated near the front entrance were doing at just that moment.

The "bitch" Dani had referred to was Gwendolyn. She was a few years older than Dani, and she was the most prominent woman in their particular circle. With her husband David, she had been the first to establish something like a regular business in what was essentially underground female prizefighting. She was still quite a looker, with dark hair, a face that you couldn't look away from but conveyed very little to you, and a body that could make any woman, or nearly any woman, jealous, with large, firm breasts and strong shoulders and an athletic midsection and lower body. Her heritage was part Filipino and part German, and to Sarah it seemed like she had inherited the most striking qualities of each side of her family. Most vexingly, Gwen was one of those women who seemed to know every single thing that could be of use to her and to know them before any other women did. No doubt, that ability had helped her rise to her current position. Gwen was also most definitely the kind of woman who did not hesitate to do anything to maintain her position at the front of the pack. More than once, Sarah had imagined her being voted "most likely to eat her own young" when she was in high school, and as she and Dani stood waiting to be escorted to the private dining room for their meeting with Gwendolyn and her husband David, Sarah wondered why she had not eaten her husband yet, as he seemed to provide very little to the couple's financial or social success. Maybe she didn't think David was worth her time.

Gwendolyn did seem to think that Dani was worth her time, though. Tonight was not the first time they had tried to have this meeting. A few nights previous, Dani and Sarah had come to a similar restaurant and sat waiting at their table, for nearly an hour, growing more and more angry, until their waiter brought them a message from Gwendolyn that she was sorry, but something "more important" had come up. So now here they were for attempt number two at scheduling the fight between Sarah and Kate. Finally, the maître d took them to the private dining room. There, they found Gwendolyn, the platinum blonde Kate, and Steve Turnbull, the money, all waiting for them, the two women seated on one side of the table. Steven Turnbull was on the other side of fifty, and he'd lost a lot of hair, but he stayed fit, dressed well, and with an expressive face and an authoritative voice, he had a command of the room that could not but attract female attention. Sarah's eyes lingered on him as she moved toward the table, and then she saw that Kate was glaring at her with an intensity beyond even what she would have expected. Sarah and Dani took the two seats on the other side, and they all sat quietly for some seconds and the older man at the head. As she and Dani entered, Sarah positioned herself to sit nearer to Steve, to his immediate right. Gwendolyn and Kate both looked stunning, Sarah had to admit. They too were wearing dresses that showed off what they had, and Sarah took note in particular of Kate's powerful arms and shoulders in addition to her firm, well-developed breasts and her gorgeous, chiseled face, with her narrow blue eyes and high cheekbones. Whereas Kate made Sarah think of a Greek goddess, face and body the pinnacle of human beauty and athleticism, Gwen was more like an empress. From her hair and dress to the disdain she didn't bother to try hiding, she was clearly the woman at the table who had the most wealth and the most social capital. She had the right information on the right people, and she would not hesitate to use that information against any woman who might come after her spot at the top.

The staff brought wine and appetizers and Steve tried to make small talk. He tried talking about the Dodgers, who were looking like they were going to have a good season, and then he talked about John Dean's resignation, and then he tried some other topic that Sarah missed. The women said very little, eyeing each other warily, and then Gwendolyn said that a man who owned the construction company that had just gotten a new contract with the city had given a very sizeable donation to UCLA to make sure that his daughter got in--the daughter swam, and he bought the school a new training pool. The man had started the company himself, working his way up from almost nothing, and she said that it was a shame that schools had to lower their standards to let in underqualified women just so they could keep up appearances. She was eyeing Dani steadily as she spoke, and Dani listened, as patiently as could be expected, and then she replied that in her experience, sometimes it was best for the old guard to admit when it was time for some new blood. The comment sat heavily on the table, and then Gwendolyn smirked and said it was to be expected that a certain type would think that way, but in her experience, quality always revealed itself. To this, Dani replied that she surprised that Gwendolyn wasn't more sympathetic to some women's needing more support. Immediately, Gwen retorted that in her experience, all women got what they deserved, sooner or later.

And with that, the women glared at each other and quietly drank their wine. Their waiter refilled the wine, and then their food was brought out, and they ate. Eventually, Steve raised the topic of the match between Sarah and Kate. Dani and Gwen began arguing, in voices that were kept low out of respect for the locale but carrying all the more emotion for it, about rules, and the purse, and the venue, and the date and time, and whether to charge admission, and seemingly everything else there could be to argue. While they did, Sarah noticed that Kate was flicking her eyes onto Steve Turnbull when she wasn't glaring at her. Sarah slid herself closer to Steve, not so much that he would notice but enough that Kate did, and she shifted herself in her seat in just the right way that he glanced at her. And then when their eyes locked, Sarah took both hands and swept her hair from behind her shoulders to the front, slowly, and then when she was done she smiled just a bit and glanced down at her food. She could feel Kate's stare boring into her, and it was then that she realized that she had not done it solely to bother the other girl. A few minutes later, Dani and Gwen had finally narrowed their disagreements to the point they could make real decisions. The match between Sarah and Kate would be in a small private gym, with a select crowd; no gate would be charged, but there would be a very sizeable minimum wager for each attendant and the two girls would receive a healthy portion of the pot, split 75/25 toward the winner. The fight would be topless, with small open gloves, no rules and no rounds, and the fight would end when one girl's manager--Gwen or Dani--signaled her submission. The girls themselves could not yield. Sarah knew intuitively that Gwen had gotten more of what she'd wanted in this than Dani had, but that was what she'd expected and there was little to be done about it.

Now it was just to decide on the venue. Steve said that there was a small town east of San Diego called Borrego Springs. It wasn't much, but there were two hotels and a few restaurants there that were decent enough for their audience to endure for a few days, and a friend of his owned a boxing gym there that they could use for the fight itself. He got paper and pen from the staff and began writing out directions to the town, a phone number for the gym, and so on. While he wrote, Sarah pretended that something wasn't clear to her and, leaning over, put her left hand in the center of the paper and ran her fingers, slowly, over the words and then across the top of his arm as she withdrew. Kate's face had turned a deep shade of red, and Gwendolyn looked like she was going to throw her steak knife at her, but neither woman said anything. Steve had stopped writing while Sarah made her move, and then, with a short cough, he finished up and handed a copy of the notes to Dani and to Gwen. The fight would be the following Saturday night, a week away. It seemed like everything was settled, and Dani and Sarah gathered their things and rose from their chairs.

"I'm coming for you after I'm done with her," Kate said, suddenly, loudly.

"What was that, honey?" Dani asked in a calm tone of voice whose condescension could not be missed.

"Your little princess doesn't stand a chance against me," Kate replied. "And you're not much better."

"Either of us could knock you on your ass," Sarah answered her, her voice rising. She stepped forward, bumping into the table.

"You're both done in this town," Gwendolyn said, looking at Dani. "My girl here is going to put yours down, and then she can do the same to you. That's if I'm feeling generous. If not, I'll do it myself, and it'll be worse for you. You should have stuck to your office job," she added with utter disdain.

Silence, and then Dani smiled a nasty smile, thanked Steve for the dinner, and led Sarah out of the restaurant. The next week, they had a lot of planning and networking to do before the fight. Dani reached out to some fans of Sarah, and she had to do meet-and-greets with them to drum up their interest and make sure they would attend and cheer for her--and to bet the right way. Sarah also had to get her regular jogging in, and she still had her day job she had to go to at the LA Music Center. This week, Dani casually mentioned that she had a position at her agency that she could hire Sarah for. Working for Dani would let her have more time to train and to work her fans, to increase her status. Two other young women would be going to Borrego Springs with them: Courtney and Reagan. Courtney and Sarah were still close, although their intimate relationship had not continued beyond that one time. For both them, it seemed, it had been a single night of physical attraction rather than a personal connection, and they went back to being more like coworkers who could trust each other. Reagan was a lean, athletic brunette with small, pert breasts and fantastic hair. She worked as a receptionist at a client of Dani's ad agency, a bank. Reagan was very attractive and very serious, and she'd already proven herself completely in a boxing match and a no-rules catfight under Dani's management.

On Friday afternoon, with suitcases full of casual clothes, makeup, and bikinis, these young women piled into Dani's car and drove southeast into the desert for Borrego Springs. They also brought a six pack--although Sarah limited herself to one beer--and a lot of the drive was singing along with the radio and gossip about work, about guys they liked and girls they didn't, mindless shit talk to keep Sarah relaxed. Dani also had a large amount of cash to bet on Sarah, and she was the most energetic and enthusiastic of all the girls. Sarah mostly smiled along with them and watched the miles tick by and thought about Kate, how rude she had been to her and to Dani at that dinner, and about Gwen, who had gone to great lengths to humiliate her and Dani, and by extension Courtney and even Reagan, all of them who were seen as being on Dani's "team," first by no-showing their first meeting and then being so patronizing to them when they finally did meet. And she thought about how good Dani was to her and to the others, unlike Gwen. And then finally she thought about Steve, wondering if he'd been fooled by Gwen and Kate, with whom he clearly had something going.

They arrived in Borrego Springs in the late afternoon and checked into their hotel. Their first order of business was to inspect the gym where the right was to take place. It was called Diaz's Gym and it was owned by an older man named Jorge Diaz. They'd prearranged the time to avoid any sort of confrontation with Gwendolyn and her girls. Jorge turned out to be very nice, and to Sarah and Dani everything seemed to be on the level with him and the gym. With that out of the way, they got dinner and went back to the hotel. The next morning, though, Sarah discovered that she'd left her lucky gym bag in LA. Although she tried to play it off, it really did bother her, and when Dani saw how much, she offered to drive back to Sarah's place in LA and get it. They weren't that far away, and she'd be back hours before the fight, which was late that night. Sarah and the other girls thanked her effusively, and then after Dani was gone they were left with hours to kill before Sarah had to get ready. And so they decided to go for a walk around the small desert town. They got sodas and fries from a restaurant and just wandered slowly in the heat. There wasn't much to the town, and soon enough the girls found themselves back in front of Diaz's Gym.

That's when they saw the posters. Evidently, Gwen and her crew had arrived in town, and they had put up fake promotional posters, as a bit of a joke for their audience and to provide atmosphere. The two posters were on either side of the second set of doors at the entrance, visible to the street but behind locked glass exterior doors. They were drawings of the two young women, both of them in bikinis and boxing gloves, Kate looking fit, strong, and beautiful, and Sarah, not. They had drawn Sarah with a plain face with a look of apprehension on it, and they had made her fat. Not obese, but the artist had put a little swell on her stomach and had added some rolls of fat on her sides, so that the straps of her bikini were digging in along her hips on the bottom and along her ribs with the top. Sarah stood silently as her two friends swore at how they were going to pay Kate and Gwen back for this and how beautiful and hot Sarah was and how she didn't look anything like the drawing. Still silent, she turned and marched back to their hotel, Courtney and Reagan in her wake. She went straight to the room she was sharing with Dani and took $1000 from their stash and went right back out to the street.

Sarah was walking slowly down the sidewalk of the town's main drag, Courtney and Reagan following her. Shoes, clothes, restaurants and bars, all the usual places of a small town that aspired to becoming a tourist trap. Despite the fact it was early morning, the temperature was already climbing, and all three young women were starting to sweat, even in the shade of the stores' frontage. Under her jeans and her shirt, sweat was popping out, and she could feel her skin becoming hot all over, her heart racing, as she thought of the drawing of her at the gym. In front of her hovered the drawing from the poster, and all she could see was the roll of fat around the strap of her bra and the little gut. She could think of anything else, and she forced her mind to slow down as she came to a stop, scanning the street. The odds were that Kate was in her hotel room, not out on the street, Sarah knew, and she was debating with herself about how bad of an idea it would be to go to the hotel Gwen and her little band were staying at and confronting all of them there. And then she spotted Kate. The platinum blonde was walking away from her, toward the ice cream parlor halfway down the street, and the first thing that Sarah's eyes landed on was that perfectly spherical ass. Like Sarah, Kate was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and both were very tight, just like Sarah's. Sarah stared hard at her as she walked away, keenly aware of the shape and ability of her body and of the appeal of her. And then Sarah noticed that Steve Turnbull was walking alongside her, as was some busty redheaded girl.

"Let's fuck her up," Reagan suggested.

"She's all mine," Sarah told her and Courtney, clutching the envelope with her $1000 tightly in one hand. "Hey, bitch!" she yelled.

Kate, Turnbull, and the big redheaded girl all stopped and turned toward her. The redhead and Turnbull seemed confused for a second, but Kate was smiling wickedly even before she had put her eyes on Sarah. The platinum blonde looked just as intimidating, as a fighter and as a woman, from the front as she did from the rear. Her red shirt was stretched tight across her large, firm breasts and Sarah could see the power in her shoulders and arms. All of her, her chest and thighs, her flat stomach, and her stern, chiseled face, all of her seemed to draw Sarah forward. The strawberry blonde strode up to her, her two accomplices in tow, and the two groups stood facing each other with about one shop's distance between them. Only a few stray pedestrians were on the street, and except for the purr of a few car engines nearby, it was oddly silent. It was as if Sarah could feel her hair tingle with the charge in the air between her and this other girl. Sarah felt the strength of her own body, her feminine energy, her full thighs and the broad sweep of her hips and ass, her own flat stomach and broad, firm chest, all of her the equal of the platinum bitch. And Sarah's face, usually warm and open, her features just as beautiful but more friendly and human than this other girl, whose face seemed to her more like a mask or a statue.

They glared at each other for hard seconds and then Kate ran her eyes over Sarah's two mates. "I see you brought some friends. Thought you'd catch me alone?" she spat out.

"Maybe she saw the poster and realized she needed to get some miles in before tonight," the redhead offered. She was very attractive and well-shaped, and she looked to be a fair bit taller than Sarah or her friends.

"Keep your fat mouth shut, or I'll bust it open," Reagan told her. At that, the redhead reoriented herself toward the lean brunette, but Sarah spoke up before it could go any further.

"I've got a thousand dollars right here," Sarah said loudly, holding up the envelope. "Put your own money up and we settle this shit, just the two of us. One on one until someone can't get up."

"And why would I kick your ass here for a thousand dollars when I can get a lot more doing it in front of everyone tonight?" Kate asked, smirking. Her hands were on her hips and she had her chest puffed up.

"What if I give your boyfriend something better to do tonight?"

"You lying slut," Kate answered. At first she kept her eyes on Sarah, but then she caught the look on the faces of all three girls opposing her, and she turned and looked at Turnbull. The look on his face told her enough, and Kate's pale face turned a deep red. Then she looked back at Sarah, very slowly. They stared at each other, breathing harder, the sweat beading on their faces and arms. "Me and you, right now. He's good for my thousand. And no one gets involved?"

"Just me and you, bitch," Sarah answered. "You want it?"

"Oh, I want everything you've got," Kate said in a flat voice, and with that she lunged forward and clocked Sarah across the face with a wild left.

Sarah hit the ground hard, but she rolled clear and came back up to her feet, ready to go. She'd dropped her envelope of cash, but Steve Turnbull snapped it up and put it in his back pocket. And with that, the two young beauties were ready to brawl. They threw jabs at each other's faces, both missing, and they circled each other, stepping out into the street as they did. There was no traffic at that moment and their attendants moved around them, attracting attention. Everyone in the small town knew about their scheduled fight and their exclusive audience, and the few people on the street with them seemed more appreciative of getting to see them fight firsthand than they were puritanical about two gorgeous women fighting in public. Soon enough they had a proper audience, and there was no chance of the fight's being stopped by some passerby. Sarah recognized a few faces, too, of the rich who were there to watch the arranged fight in the gym. There were shouts of encouragement for Sarah and Kate equally, and it didn't take long for people to start calling out for bets on one girl or the other, and again, equally for each of them.

Sarah and Kate were circling each other in the middle of the street now, fists at the ready. Sarah feinted with a left jab and Kate brought her arms up in front of her face. Sarah went downstairs and got her in the midsection with a right and then a left, but the other girl took the shots and got her across the cheek with one fist and then in the mouth with the other. Rather than backpedal, Sarah came inside, surprising Kate, and she hit her with an uppercut to her chest with her left fist and then whipped her right across her face. Kate took those, too, and retaliated with a fist into Sarah's face and then a barrage of rights and lefts to her breasts and then a big shot into her side. Sarah backed up, her face and torso feeling hot, and as the platinum bitch came after her Sarah got her in the mouth with a left hand and then she slammed home a right to the same spot. The combo rocked her opponent, and now Sarah drove forward, throwing rights and lefts aimed at her head. But Kate dodged and ducked down and the two of them came together. They wrestled with each other, turning around and around in the middle of the street. The other girl was very strong and Sarah heaved and shoved at her but then she found herself getting tossed. She kept her feet but she went stumbling across the street and struck against a post holding up the signage along the sidewalk. Right away, Kate was on her. Sarah brought her arms up over her face but Kate went to work on her body. Rights and lefts thumped home, into her stomach and up into her boobs. Sarah weathered the storm and then, when Kate paused to breathe, Sarah just shoved her back with all the strength she had and scrambled away from the post.

The sun was bearing down on them and both girls were dripping sweat already. The crowd was growing and getting larger and more bets were coming in, and Sarah could feel the energy swirling around her. She rotated away from Kate, back out into the middle of the street, and there, by some unspoken agreement, both girls planted their feet and threw punches. Kate came in low with a left fist to Sarah's ribs, and Sarah nailed her above her eye with a left fist of her own. She ate a right and a left to the mouth and replied with a right that went straight into Kate's firm bosom. And then from there it was a sequence of looping punches to the face from both girls, one, two, three, four. Their hair was drenched with sweat now, and with each punch, one after the other, white and reddish blonde strands went whipping through the air, accompanied by grunts of pain and effort. When the exchange was over, both girls stopped to suck in air. There was blood on their noses and teeth and hatred in their eyes. Deep breaths, deep breaths, and then with a roll of her shoulders and flex of her neck, Kate came after her. She threw a left that Sarah dodged, but the right that followed it got her across the temple and Sarah went down to the asphalt. She landed hard on her side, and she felt some skin come off in the friction. While she was still processing her going down, a kick came flying in toward her chest. Sarah managed to roll away from it, but she still took the shot on her shoulder and it put her on her back. Knowing that more kicks would be coming, Sarah kept rolling and she got up to her feet. But before she could reset herself and bring up her fists, the platinum bitch was on her again. A left punch to the face and a right into her stomach and Sarah was going backwards. She was now on the far side of the street from where they had started and still retreating. And Kate was still coming at her. Sarah tried to circle away from her to stay in the middle of the street, but she took another hard fist into her mouth and then another to the jaw. She was spun around by the force of the blow and then she felt herself being grabbed from behind. Kate looped her arms through Sarah's from behind and locked her hands together behind Sarah's back. Before she could react, Sarah found herself caught in the hold, arms trapped, her big chest jutting forward. She could feel the body of the other girl behind her, pressed into her back and her ass, her face against the back of her head. She tried to twist and writhe free, but this other girl was so strong. Her chest was forced out prominently and she found herself being rushed forward. A wooden post was right in front of her and she was driven into it, her right breast catching the post on its edge and her face scraping it as she went by. Then she was turned loose and she went flopping into the wall of whatever the store was. Sarah hit the wall and bounced off and came right back into another punch to her face and then two more to her breasts.

Sarah was hurting and she leaned against the wall and Kate came right at her again. The powerful young woman nailed Sarah with a left across her face and then a right back the other way. The force of the second drove Sarah along the wall, stumbling, trying to brace herself, and she paused, leaning her right shoulder against the glass of the front of the store. It was an empty restaurant and some part of her brain wondered if the customers were out here in the street watching her fight. And then a fist slammed home into her stomach, doubling her over, and then a vicious knee was driven up into her chest, flattening her left tit. She moaned and sank down to her knees. The other girl was standing over her and she gripped Sarah by her strawberry blonde hair and lifted her face up. One punch into Sarah's face, quick and light, meant to set her up for the heavy shot, but before it could be delivered, Sarah pushed herself up and forward. She got her arms wrapped around Kate's legs and they both went down to the ground. They struggled on the sidewalk like that, but soon Sarah found herself being hoisted up to her feet and then slung by one arm. She crashed again into the wall of the restaurant, shoulder first, and then the wicked blonde yanked her by the hair and drove her into the wall yet again, this time face--and breasts--first. Sarah hit hard and slumped against the rough wood and then she found herself spun around, her back to the wall, facing her opponent. Kate stood in front of her, measuring her up. There was sweat pouring down the bodies of both girls, mixed with blood on both of their faces and with Sarah, dripping down onto the front of her shirt. Both were gasping for air, breasts rising and falling with each deep breath.

"You dumb bitch," Kate said, cocking her fist for the knockout punch.

Sarah snapped her foot out. She had been aiming for her crotch but she only got her in the thigh. Still, the kick got the girl's attention and she reflexively reached down and put both hands where she'd been struck. Taking advantage, Sarah hit her in the face with everything she had. It wasn't a lot, but the punch drove Kate to the side and gave Sarah a chance to get away from the wall. Kate turned back to her right away, but Sarah had an advantage now and she had to keep it. She threw punches at the platinum bitch, hitting her in the face and the body, and after the first few she started driving her back. Kate was stumbling and Sarah got her with a left to the side of her bosom and then a right across the face and another left up into her stomach and then she tackled her to the ground. Kate landed on the bottom, hard, and Sarah stayed on her. The strawberry-haired beauty was on top and trying to throw more punches, but it was like trying to hold down a wolverine. The girl was thrashing back and forth, and she was so strong. In a few seconds, they were pulling each other's hair, their magnificent chests and thighs pressed together, and they started rolling into the street, one on top and then the other. Sarah was vaguely aware of the crowd over them, but she felt overwhelmed by this other girl she was entangled with. When they hit the middle of the street, Sarah was rolling over on top and Kate gave her a shove and kick and they came apart.

Rising to their feet, faces bruised and bloodied, wet hair hanging down, fists ready, the two girls faced off with each other. The strong blonde threw a left but Sarah anticipated it, slipping to her left and digging into the girl's ribs with a left and then nailing her with a right into the front of her abs. In response, Kate got her in the center of her face with a bony right fist and then she slammed a combo home into Sarah's breasts. Her face and chest aching, Sarah backed up and circled away. When they reset themselves, they exchanged jabs to the mouth, no defense, and now both girls had blood flowing freely from split lips. Sarah could feel it on her chin and the blonde in front of her was the same way. Another fist came in and Sarah blocked it and got her with a good one-two counter to the body. Kate winced with the blows and Sarah followed up with more. She got her in the stomach and then the chest and then came up and got her in the face with a good hard left. Kate was rocked now and Sarah blasted her in the nose with a right. More blood flowing down her face. Kate was raising her arms up over face now, as Sarah anticipated, and she went downstairs and threw more shots into her body, getting her in the abs and the boobs. They were all good, meaty blows, and Kate was starting to turtle up. Sarah went to throw more, but her first two punches hit her on the forearms and then she found herself gassed out. Her arms felt like they were full of lead. She stood up straight, arms hanging down, breathing hard, and when she sensed there was a break, Kate looked up. She too was breathing hard, and there was blood smeared all over her face and staining the front of her shirt, but even still, she smiled wickedly at Sarah. The crowd had been cheering them on, but then they too quieted down as they sensed the lull in the action. The two fighters stood like that, breathing hard, staring at each other, and then Sarah noticed that behind Kate, the door to the restaurant was now standing open and there was a gap in the crowd. With a snarl from deep in her chest, she launched herself at the platinum blonde. Sarah put her shoulder into the other girl's chest and drove her back, back, through the open door and into the restaurant itself.

The two of them crashed through one of the tables and went to the floor. Moaning with pain and exhaustion, dazed and hurting, they lay tangled up in each other for some time. It was as if she'd gone dead, and then Sarah came back to herself and her hurt all over her body, as if every inch of her had been beaten relentlessly. The other girl was pinned under her as they lay body to body, and Sarah felt her curves and her strength, and the hatred welled up from deep inside of her again. With what little strength she had, Sarah made a fist with her right hand and hit her in the ribs. There was a grunt of pain and some pressure as the other girl gripped her forearm in response and held on. It was hard for Sarah to break free and their tussling started to become more energetic as they both came back to life. Kate was writhing under her now, trying to get free. Sarah realized that she was a bit forward of the platinum bitch under her, so that her chin was roughly even with the top of Kate's head. Thinking only of a way to subdue her, Sarah slid up and pushed her large bosom into Kate's face, gripping her hair with her left hand and then wrenching her right free and pulling on her hair with both hands now, trying to hold her in place to smother her with her large breasts. Kate hit her on the back and bucked up with her hips and then she bit her. It felt like she was being champed with a massive set of jaws, sinking her teeth all the way into Sarah's core.  The strawberry blonde screamed in pain and immediately tried to roll away. It was like she was ripping her boob free from a trap but finally she was free. Fully alive now, both girls struggled and strained against each other on the floor, among the broken furniture and spilled food and drink from the table. They slapped and pulled hair and pushed against each other and they squeezed and mauled whatever part of the other woman was available.

Then, they came up to their feet, locked together. They had their hands in each other's hair and they pushed and pulled, crashing together into a clench as they struggled. As they came close to the wall, Sarah pushed off of it with one foot and she sent both of them lurching across the room. They collided with a table up near the front window and skidded across it and went to the floor on the far side. The table tipped over with them and both girls were covered in beer and soda and fries. Lying on their side, each slapped and tore at the other's body. Sarah felt that vicelike grip latch onto her large breast, mauling and crushing her, and she repaid the punishment in kind, digging in her fingers as deep as she could and pulling at the firm orb. When she had Kate on the bottom, Sarah used her hair to bang her head on the floor, and then she found herself turned over and the same done to her. More breast squeezing and hair pulling, and then Kate tried to rise up to her feet, maybe so that she could kick the reddish-blonde beauty. But Sarah came up with and, getting behind her, she locked her arms around the strong girl's midsection. They struggled like that, Kate trying to pop the grip loose and twist her hips away and Sarah trying to hold on to her, to get her hips in close so that she could lift and slam her. After three tries of this, Sarah just twisted herself and flung the other girl headlong into the wall. Unfazed by the impact, though, Kate came right back, launching herself at Sarah. And Sarah met her eagerly. Colliding chest to chest, they tore at each other as they went back down to the ground, where they again rolled back and forth as they hit, pulled, and squeezed at whatever parts they could get at.

Finally, they broke apart and sat on the floor, panting and glaring at each other. Drenched in sweat and blood, gasping for air, both of them looked like they were done, but the hatred in their eyes said that both of them would go until it was truly over. Simultaneously, they came up to their knees and faced off with each other. Sarah slapped Kate viciously across the face, and the platinum blonde immediately returned fire. Slap, slap, slap, slap, four loud, wet shots above the cheers of the crowd. Both girls swayed with each blow but kept themselves upright. More money changed hands. Sarah made a fist and slammed it home, straight into Kate's imposing chest. The other girl did the same, nailing Sarah in her aching tits with a right and a left. Sarah punched her in the mouth with all she had at that moment, and the two of them fell forward into each other's arms. Sarah felt Kate pulling at her shirt and she did the same to hers. They struggled like that and the sound of ripping fabric could be heard over the crowd noise. They were cheek to cheek, pushing against each other, breasts pushed together, each of them straining with all the power she had left. And then Sarah bit down on Kate's shoulder, hard, tasting the material of the shirt, feeling the hard flesh caught in her teeth. Kate yelped in pain and slugged Sarah in the stomach. She hit her again and again and now Sarah let go of the bite and whipped her head to the side, butting Kate, and then driving her down and toppling her over. Sarah was on her immediately, pinning her down near the wall. She wrapped Kate's shirt up in her left hand and slapped and punched her in the face with her right. Kate was wriggling, trying to get free, taking the shots, and Sarah could feel how she was hurting the girl under her. She yanked up on the shirt, drawing Kate's head up, and leveled her with a punch to the jaw. Kate landed flat on her back, staring up at the beauty sitting atop her. The blow had drained Sarah completely and she fell forward, catching herself with her left arm and leaning over Kate.

Suddenly, Kate reached up and grabbed Sarah by her shirt and yanked forward, driving Sarah's head into the wall. Sarah hit hard and, stunned, she fell to the side. She felt herself being rolled onto her back and now the platinum blonde was on top of her. Sarah's last punch had opened up a cut above Kate's eye and there was blood dripping down onto Sarah's face. Knowing that the bitch was planning on payback, Sarah wrapped her arms around her neck and pulled down, holding her close to her so that she couldn't punch down on her. The two of them hit each other as best they could. Then, Sarah got hold of Kate's shirt at the collar and ripped it open with a burst of strength. The material finally gave way and tore halfway down the back. Kate grunted and in response, she slammed her knee up between Sarah's legs. Sarah moaned in pain and yanked on her hair. Kate rose up, coming to her feet so that her hips were up in the air even though Sarah was still pulling her head down by the hair, and she threw a punch down into the bit of Sarah's stomach. And another. The punches hurt her and Sarah let go of her hair and rolled herself into Kate's leg, bringing her back down to the ground. The two young beauties turned over and over, hitting and tearing at each other. Somewhere in this melee, Kate tore open Sarah's shirt and then their bras disintegrated and they both fought on, topless. They each targeted the other's chest, hitting and squeezing the other's large, vulnerable breasts. Back and forth they churned on the ground, now moving slower and slower. When Sarah found herself in a headlock, receiving sharp punches to the face, she turned inward and bit into the breast pushed up against the side of her face. And after that, when Kate got on top of Sarah, she got up on one knee and drove punch after punch down into her flat stomach. Finally, Sarah was able to yank her off and then, in the scramble, she got behind her and wrapped her arm around her neck, choking her. Kate coughed and spluttered and pulled at Sarah's forearm, and then she started snapping elbows back into Sarah's side and knocked her off. Kate rolled clear of her and lay on her stomach, sucking in air.

The two girls lay on the floor like that, a few feet apart, and then they slowly got up to their feet. Both topless, every inch of their upper bodies, from the swell of their exquisite breasts and their bare upper backs to their flat stomachs and their perfectly beautiful faces, all of them showed the abuse they'd handed out to each other. They were covered in cuts and bruises and bites and blood and sweat, and it was like they were underwater, their movements were so slow and labored. Sarah hit her across the face and Kate hit her back. Then they both slugged each other in the breasts, once, then twice, grunting with each heavy thud. Sarah paused and Kate made to hit her again but Sarah threw herself forward with a roar, the strawberry-haired brawler slamming into the fit and strong platinum blonde like a bull charging its rival. She hit her straight up, chest to chest, and drove her back and back. They went through the swinging door into the kitchen and there Kate bounced hard off a refrigerator and went sliding down the counter. The staff had all already come out front to watch them brawl and to gamble on the outcome and now, their audience was bunched up at the door Kate had just been driven through and they had some space. Kate was bracing herself against the counter and Sarah slugged her in the face with a right and a left. Kate regathered herself and hit Sarah in the chest and the stomach and the strawberry blonde returned the shots with interest, slamming one after another home into the fit girl's gut or up into her bosom. With each blow, her victim grunted and took a step back, and after a right fist left her leaning forward, Sarah nailed her deep in her gut, doubling her up, and then as she went down Sarah grabbed her by the hair and slammed her knee up into her chest, crushing her breasts.

Kate moaned sickly and went down to her hands and knees. From behind Sarah there came a new surge of yelling as the fans of each girl urged her to either finish her opponent off or to make a comeback. Sarah knew which way she was going. She braced herself on the counter and stood over the other girl, who was down on her hands and knees, and sucked in great chestfulls of air, her great breasts rising and falling, blood and sweat running freely down her face and her battered torso. Even now, though, Kate was trying to push herself back up to her feet, and Sarah came back into action. She yanked her up violently by the hair and rushing forward with her like that, both hands in her hair, she slammed Kate into the wall by the back of the kitchen. Kate hit with a sickening thud and leaned against the wall and Sarah nailed her in the face once and then with a combo to the stomach. It still wasn't enough to finish her off, though, and somehow Kate hit her across the face and kicked her in the knee. The move caught Sarah by surprise and she fell to the side as her leg buckled. She crashed awkwardly into the sink and went all the way to the floor. Panicked, fearing a brutal kick, Sarah got her legs under again and came back up to her feet, but Kate was still leaning against the wall, watching her. Sarah came toward her and Kate jabbed her in the face with a left and hit her with a weak right across the cheek. In response, Sarah threw herself into the other girl, nailing her in the stomach down at her beltline with a right fist that seemed to sink all the way in. Kate went loose and Sarah leaned on her, pinning her against the wall, and she drove her fist into her stomach over and over. Kate took the shots and then she grabbed the fist with both hands and bit Sarah on the shoulder.

Sarah gasped in pain and wrenched herself free of the bite. Standing in front of the other girl, Sarah hit her across the face and then she grabbed her by the arm and hair and pulled her forward off the wall and slammed her back into it. And again. Then she opened the back door and flung the worthless bitch out into the alley behind the restaurant to finish her off. The crowd followed them. Kate stumbled and fell to her hands and knees, but with some unbelievable willpower, she rose again to her feet and turned to face Sarah. The strawberry beauty showed her no mercy. She hit the fit girl across the face, turning her around, and then she seized her by the hair with one hand and with the other she took hold of her wrist and jerked her arm up behind her back. Then, pulling her hair so that her face was nearly pointed up toward the heavens, Sarah drove her face and tits first into the brick wall on the opposite side of the alley, finishing her off with a brutal shove along the wall. Kate moaned in agony and slumped against the brick, dragging the bare flesh of her face and chest as she did. Sarah caught her by the shoulder and spun her around and slammed her back into the wall.

"You fucking bitch!" a woman behind her screamed.

Sarah turned and saw Gwendolyn. She was pushing her way through their audience, fire in her eyes. Steve Turnbull and that busty redhead were by her side, and Courtney and Reagan were there too, of course. Every one of them had their eyes on Sarah. She was a little rocky, and her body was covered in bruises and bite marks, and her face was a mess, with blood all over her mouth and nose and swelling and bruising and some cuts around her eyes. But she was triumphant, with her great beauty and her spectacular body, full breasts topped by her large pink areolae and long nipples and the sweep of her powerful backside and her tight stomach and arms, her reddish-blonde hair that was now plastered to her face and neck. Sarah put her hands on her hips and returned Gwendolyn's stare and sucked in mighty gulps of air, punished bosom rising and falling, as if challenging the older matron with her beauty and strength and femininity, and she said, "She wanted everything I had, and I gave it to her."

With that, Sarah returned her attention to Kate, who was still standing, propped up by the brick wall. She eyed Kate's chest and, putting her left forearm across the blonde's collarbone to hold her in place, she went to work with her right fist, leaning in close to her and drilling her in her big tits with shot after shot. Then she moved down to her stomach, again with punch after punch. Kate was moaning and then she started sobbing, her entire torso hitching with pain and exhaustion and humiliation. Sarah drank it in and, their faces only a few inches apart, she locked eyes with Kate, staring deep into her, and she spit a mix of blood and saliva in her face and slammed a brutal knee into her gut. Finally, Sarah let go of her and let Kate slide silently down to the wall. She hit bottom and was sitting on her ass, feet splayed out in front of her, arms crossed over her chest and stomach and she sort of tipped over onto her side. Sarah was standing over now and she spit on her again and then her friends were grabbing her and pulling her away. The fight was over and Sarah walked away, victorious, supported by Courtney and Reagan. The pain was starting from deep inside her now in earnest, but she locked eyes with Gwendolyn one last time and started limping away.

Then, when they were about thirty feet away, Sarah turned and called, loudly, to Steve Turnbull, "I'll come and get my money from you later, mine and hers. I trust you with it." And then she let her friends steer her back toward their hotel, her arms draped over their shoulders.

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