Chapter 2. The War is Just Starting
That night after a much needed hot shower Peggy in just a thong and robe swaggers out brushing her hair out. She is about to sit in bed when there is a knock at her door, she says loudly ‘come in’. Her financier walks in and Peggy stands a hand on her hip, “what is it?”.
He looks at her hour glass figure and her proud breasts parting the top of her robe, nipples tent the robe as h the sash knot keeps it from parting fully open, he then says to her, “you will have to join me in my office on the computer tonight”.
She asks why, and he says, “ i have to talk with her financier to set this all up, but when i do you and she need to agree to what we would like to see, as well as what you both will agree to”. Peggy breathes in heavy, “fine set it up for 10 tonight “.
He sends the other man a text 1o pm tonight my girl will be online for your girl as we discuss their rules and styles and stakes and who will be there to see them fight”. After a minute his ringer dings, “AGREE” . Was all that was sent back, he looks to Peggy, “Peggy, i know your the best fighter around, but before you commit to this be sure. There is more than money to be lost here, if she beats you at all of these fights, you will be left to the defeated queen , milked, face sat and god knows what else “.
Peggy cups her tits in her robe and flexes them, “I have had tough fights before , only one of us is going to win this all, if your not sure it will be me, then call him back, give me my cut and i will be on my way, otherwise be ready to see some of the toughest fighting you will ever see between two queens’’.
Peggy stands by the computer as he logs in and then gets a text from the other gentleman where to log in so both women can cam while they discuss the rest on the phone.
He enters the info in his search then a option to join pops up, he hits it then stands up as Peggy sits , wearing her gold robe and a thong her hair brushed back still damp. The screen flickers then she sees Sonya sitting wearing a robe her hair in a towel and wearing a gold robe as well.
They glare at each other, when Peggy’s man’s phone rings, he knew who it was and the men begin to discuss the fights and where to hold them and the crowd to be invited. Mean while, Peggy and Sonya start their chat.
Sonya defiant of Peggy’s status in her own yard, teases the Queen, “do you need some aspirin for that headache i gave you ?”. Peggy swallows a snarl as f she is not bothered by the taunt , “not at all i have had my hair pulled by tougher than you , and a lot harder”.
Sonya smiles as if she knew it was a lie , but the truth was she actually thought it to be true after feeling how hard Peggy pulled hers. Sonya then sits up right more as does Peggy. Sonya slowly starts to undo her robe as does Peggy, they expose their breasts to the other and take a moment to look over the old scars, and shape and weight of her rivals.
Peggy then purrs in an arousing tone, “well we are both Queens and obviously both want and need a titfight so shall we discuss stakes and rules?”. Sonya nods slowly, “oh we will but first i want to make an official challenge since you are the Queen down here for now”.
Peggy slowly applies some of her cream to her hand and slowly begins to caress it over her round veiny breasts, her thick nipples seem to pop to attention as slowly her giant round globes look like a glass shield is covering them.
But she does Sonya applies a cream of her own and does the same, a she watches Peggy and Peggy watches her. Peggy tilts her head up a bit, “so whats the challenge then?”.
Sonya and Peggy start to gently massage their shiny breasts, Sonya purrs, “well since this is for such a grand title and we both will refuse to settle for one titfight to decide it all, i am challenging you to a tit to tit battle, a hands on titfight, and a standing only blows to tits fight with gloves on”.
Peggy loving the feel of her breasts in the creams and her hands as she caresses and massages and then kneads them at the screen, “Well I agree to that , was that all?”.
Sonya doing the same, purrs softly, “nmm not even close, we will do that after we have a face slap fight, a fingering duel, a sex fight another hair fight, and lastly a catfight . And yes all the various ways we can do each of those as well”.
Peggy begins to squeeze and really work her breasts now as does Sonya, both getting aroused a the idea of these fights. Peggy then purrs hotly , “nmmm i agree how many nights for all?”.
Sonya smirks “all in one night with breaks after each win”, Peggy flashes her eyes its been a long long time since she did that much fighting in one night for it all, but as a queen being challenged by another queen she must accept. Peggy licks her lips as she cups her breasts up and Sonya does, Peggy moans “Oh I agree and the stakes?”. Sonya moans “nmm well we can discuss that right before each fight, but the for the big titfight , I want your bra, your necklaces and your milk, after i tit smother you in my tits and make you worship mine, Bitch”.
Peggy breathes in, “nmmm well i agree to your terms as long as you accept the same from me to you, Bitch”. Sonya then cradles her large round veiny tits under her left arm, she sis back and pulls her thong aside, she says to Peggy, “lets see your real Queen”.
Peggy does the same posture and each woman starts to rub her folds and slowly shows her rival her engorged clit, they both arch and moan a bit. Sonya rubs her woman hood between her fingers as does Peggy, their large clits engorge to full size they see the others and as each becomes jealous and angry her rival matches up , they begin to finger themselves.
As they do they both threaten the other, Sonya moans, “I am gonna out fuck your weak clit with mine and make you worship her like you did today whore”. Peggy rolls her hips, “mmmm you will try bitch but my clit is going to fuck you and your clit then you will worship this Queen like the loser you truly are, nmm i always wanted to take on N.Y. I’ll love making it mine, Whore”.
As they play with themselves the men are watching and discussing the guests, some how Sonya’s man knew everyone in Peggy’s life that seeing her fall would need to see it to believe it, Peggy didn’t care about an audience as long as she fought . As fair play Peggy’s man demanded the same from Sonya’s past, her man already planned on inviting them all.
The purse for the fight and winning every fight was 500 thousand dollars, the purse for the winning queen was also 500 K. This was going to be the biggest queen vs. Queen fight in the history of two busty women fighting for it all.
As both women begin to squirm and moan they both start to orgasm when their men hang up the phones , walk over and disconnect the live chat. After each has her orgasm they ask why the men did that.
Both men say, “your rival doesn’t need to know which of you had her orgasm first, save it for the real fight”. As the men tell the women the fight will be set up, they just need to work out and be ready. Peggy closes her robe and says to her financier, “just know if her and i see one another there will be a fight”. He looks at Peggy and huffs a deep breath, “i expect no less from a fighter of mine”.
She smiles as he leaves her room, but at the hotel Sonya’s staying in the same conversation takes place, only her financier says, “i know you will, but i will have to stop it, if she is anything like that book about about her she will rip you apart before you can fight her for this city “.
Sonya breathes in heavily a she curses in polish and he walks out of her room in the suite, left alone though neither woman knows it they both caress their breasts again as they swear to destroy the other .
After weeks of gathering the invites to the epic showdown, Peggy’s past will be there to see her fight, Amber , Her ex husband, Jeff, and a few of her harder fights from the past including Martha who will write about the fight. On Sonya’s side the same invites go out, including her toughest rival who had 4 rematches against Sonya and after long close fights lost all four.
Sonya’s ex, her son, and a few of the Russian bosses and crew, will watch if their Sonya can take a New City . Every detail to ensure the audiences privacy was taken , at least for those who felt they needed to.
Buy in to attend was 5K a person the people who knew each woman were admitted for free naturally. The fight was to be held at the mansion of the financier who supported Gina, since Peggy and Gina’s vicious fight, Gina was cut loose by him. Her injuries were so bad she required several stitches including her lip and both breasts.
Gina has since retired her desire to fight Peggy again ever, and for her efforts was given 15K by him to help her live out her life and choices what ever they may be. Rumor has it though she is alley fighting for cash.
Peggy has been doing her typical work outs and mentally preparing for this long one night of fights/duels with this new queen who searched her out. Sonya is doing the same and seems as eager to get to it as Peggy is, the two mature cats know despite the “special interest” fights like sex , tit and other duels, the real measure will be the showdown for it all.
Since they were introduced and had that brief hair fight, in which Sonya made rather quick work of Peggy. The two have been itching to fight, they would never need a reason other than being within reach of each other.
One day Peggy and her money man were out taking a walk about the French quarter , Mardi Gras was in full swing, and the streets were at a crawl. But Peggy was in rush, she loved people watching her busty fit figure strut like the queen she was. Not everyone knew why she was the queen of the quarter or how she earned it, but on opening of the biggest party , they all saw her on the float and after seeing her flash her proud round veiny firm G’s, there was no questioning why they enjoyed seeing her.
Wearing a tight short skirt, heels and thigh highs with a sheer pink blouse and bra to match, her hair up, Peggy arm in arm with him, slowly swaggers along the walk down town bourbon street, a smile that she wore only to hide her the sneer of desire to fight.
Unknown to them Sonya was out with her financier as well, wearing a skirt and thigh highs heels and a thin beige blouse, her hair was pinned up but back more. As expected she was arm in arm with him, since these men supported these lionesses, they were given the attention of the fighters.
As the afternoon sun set looking over the wet streets and the balconies filled with women showing off their breasts for beads, the bars filling the streets with music as a jazz band might walk by. Sonya and her money man pause by an antique store to window shop, they spoke to each other in Russian/polish tongues .
Slowly as the crowd formed serpentine paths Peggy and her money man happen to pass within inches of them. There was no plan for either of these cats to chat or anything else, the men preferred these women stay hungry for a conflict over seeing them have a random one.
But for the women the more they had contact or words, the more savage they were going to be with each other. Peggy as she saw her rival, hip bumps her enough Sonya was forced to lightly bump the window. Now with he large crowd as it was, Sonya never thought much of it, but the feeling it was intentional made her look back over her shoulder.
Instantly her eyes lock with Peggy’s who had a slight smirk as she huffs out, “Cow”. Sonya turns fully a hand on her hip, “whore”. The crowd of people right within their vicinity heard the catty remarks and turn to stop and see what might come of it.
As the two amazons glare the passing tourists part around them and form a small circle, slowly the crowd starts to grow. Their men urge both to not do this here but, no one was goin to deny these two from doing something anytime they saw one another.
As it is clear neither will walk away and wait for the fight, they pull from their men and slowly circle , their heavy firm full busts swell and rise and fall with more emphasis, their thick nipples easily get the bra cups and tops.
The crowd mostly men some with their girl friends or wives also look on, as the tension rises they shout to the two women to fight. Coupled with heir desire already hungry to and now being urged by a crowd, these two Queens didn’t much more fuel to explode on each other.
Sonya hisses, “make your move bitch, I’m ready for ya”, Peggy hisses back, “anytime Bitch i am right here bring it on”. The chants get louder and off in the distance are attracting the police.
Despite the whistles and radios the police have to navigate the crowds like any other, shoving their way through, and with the blockage of those waiting to see a fight the ability to get through fast has become a slow attempt. Even mounted patrols are being hindered at the risk of hurting innocent people slowly weaving along.
As the women can hear distant whistles Peggy a sly smirk in a low sexy tone says, “Cmon cow before we are stopped”, Sonya hearing them as well, feels all eyes on her to either walk away or do something. But like her rival she wants any chance at the opposing Queen.
She smiles and replies, “don’t mind if I do”, they step together and instantly open hand slaps fly , the two women start swinging wildly at others face and head as the crisp flesh hitting flesh rings from the circle. An eruption of cheers from tourists rings out, it amplifies the two fighters and they stab fingers in others hair and pull.
This time Peggy was ready for it, and she shakes Sonya’s head wildly and as they both rip hair out, Peggy swings Sonya by her hair and they hit the hard cobblestone street. Instantly they are in a cat ball rolling over each other as they rip out hair and slap at one another.
As their free hands flail to hit each other both grab a handful of others top and start to rip them open. This was met by louder cheers and urges from the crowd to fight, as each rips open the others blouse and exposes the designer bras they shove their bra cups against the others as the rolling hair fight goes on.
Their hosiery gets runs and tears in it from the rough street, and after a consistent 5 minutes of wild hair pulling and slapping, it is Peggy who ends up on her feet over Sonya. This time the tables are turned, Peggy has Sonya by her hair and is hanging her by it from her prone position on the damp street.
Sonya can only wince and slap and dig her nails at Peggy’s wrists as she lost her hair hold on her rival. Now as thousands watch them fight, Peggy is standing over her rival and has her by a double hair hold as she pushes her knee down on her rivals back bending her back and up.
Sonya in huge trouble screeches out, “Let my hair go Bitch and we can fight”. But Peggy like Sonya is not new to this, she shakes her rivals head and swings her drags across the street within the crowds circle. Peggy in a growl yells down at her, “give you cow or I’ll bald you right here Bitch”. As they struggle Sonya manages to get up on her knees, the crowd is over animated seeing this catfight.
It is clear if the woman on the ground gets up these two will really go at it, they urge her to get up, as others urge Peggy to pounce and finish her. Finally as Sonya manages to get on her feet they crush head on and now start to swipe claws and punch and tear at each other .
The crowd smiling cheers them on to fight harder. Just as Sonya and Peggy have a hold of the others bra and are about to slam a fist at the others face, Peggy and Sonya get grabbed from behind and pulled away from one another.
They both look like they were pulled from a car wreck, no blood was drawn but hair do’s a mess and tops hang open torn and a few minor claw marks liter their chest and shoulders.
They spit and kick at one another as they try to break free from their captures, but this time it wasn’t their men, it was the Police. Before anyone knows what took place the crowd is shoved to move on by mounted patrols as the foot cops hand cuff both women and escort both to a central trailer to be held till transport arrives.
As they are both booked for disorderly conduct, they were lucky there was no alcohol or it would be an added charge. And despite the influence of their money men, the Sargent booking the women refuses to listen to excuses, he tells both men they can bail them out in a day after the they see the judge.
The car comes and both women are placed in it and they are driven off to the closest station house to spend a night in lock up. With the biggest party in any city comes over flowing cells, so each is separated and placed in cell, the only thing between them the iron bars.
They can see one another but there are plenty of other women in the two cells with them,a few are hookers, others are drunks and a handful were also in altercations. Peggy takes a seat looking in at Sonya who sits and glares back, as they wait for a judge they try to fix the torn tops but it is useless. A female officer walks by and hands each woman a grey over sized top.
With the large DOC print on them, they remove their tops which are ruined and put the tops on, their bras over filled with their large breasts, nipples still tenting he cups, they both take a seat again.
Both expecting to be bailed out wait and wait, but no one is getting them out till they see a judge. With so many before them due to see the judge minutes turn to hours and it does so slowly. They glare down any other women who think they are in charge of the cell, then just lean back and wait it out, unable to do anything but stare at the iron bars , wall or each other.
As the day slowly passes, it becomes clear to all sharing the two cells with them, they were at each other. So for their own entertainment the other women and hookers start to tell each as they stare they should try to do something between the bars. Be it pull hair, scratch whatever, but for now they just glare hoping for a minute of freedom to finish this.
As more and more fill their heads the more these two are willing to do something, finally Peggy asks one of the hookers, “i am game but just how can she and do much with the bars between us?”. The hooker smirks, “oh cmon now girl, use your hands, your nails maybe get each other by the hair use your imagination honey, you want me to get her to agree just say the word”.
A few minutes go by and as a few more are taken out to see the judge Peggy looks to the hooker and says, “if i agree and she does, how do we do anything without the cops seeing and adding charges?.”
The woman giggles, “you never been arrested during Mardi gars have you?, honey let me tell you these cops are out numbered 1000 to 1, they so busy they don’t know whats up or down, most of them are working three shifts and are half asleep. You two wanna dance me and these other girls can make a little circle to block what you two all do. May not be like an alley fight but at least instead of glaring all night you can both get some licks in, unless neither of you really wants to fight but thats on you ya’ll”.
Peggy breathes in, then looks a her, “fine i am in”, the hooker smiles, “be right back”. She snakes through the crowded cell to the bars and calls over a hooker she knows in the other cell, she points out Peggy then Sonya. She tells her to see if Sonya is willing , the other hooker sis beside Sonya and tells her the plan. As Peggy stares across she sees Sonya look back and nod slowly, the hooker nods to the first and she returns to Peggy, “well sugar go in the rear corner by those bars and your bitch over there will meet ya “.
Peggy stands up and slowly walks through the he cell to the rear corner and waits by the iron bars, her wait is short a she sees Sonya stand and squirm through to the rear spot , the only thing between these two fighters are the iron bars.
They glare at one another, busts heave as they will do anything to get hold of each other as they promised. The other women in both of their cells take notice and as the two hookers tell them all to make a large circle and watch so the cops can’t see they willingly do as told.
Sonya hisses, “well bitch how we doing this?”, Peggy hisses back, “anyway we can as long as we fight bitch”. The hooker on Sonya’s side smiles as she hisses to them, ‘get those tops off bitches you can get more of each other without them”.
Peggy hears it and smirks as she grabs the bottom and slowly pulls the grey top over head and off, she hands back to a woman and then as all see her huge breasts in her bra they gasp a bit. But Sonya removes hers they gasp again and now they softly push at the shoulder of each fighter to get closer.
Sonya feels the shove and steps to the bars, then Peggy does, their designer bra cups press to the iron bars as their firm breasts form and swell against the bars. Both look between them and breath in heavy then Sonya reaches through the bars, she hisses at Peggy, “get closer Bitch”.
Peggy does the same and now they run their hands around the others back, as they do Sonya spits, “Give me your bra”, Peggy spits back, “Give me yours”. The other women all chime in with “ohhh get her , do it “.
They reach around the other and their fingers pull on the shoulder straps stretching them and juggle the others breasts in them, then Peggy runs her nails down Sonya’s spine to the bras band and clasps and as they glare , she starts to unclasp Sonya’s bra.
Sonya curls a lip, “whore”, Peggy hisses back, “Cow, whats wrong you scared?”. Again the women looking on chime in, “ohhh she called you out bitch, don’t take that”. Sonya slides her hands down Peggy’s back and unclasp as well, then they both undo the other 3 clasps of the others bra.
Slowly they pull their rivals straps down till each eases her hands free, the bras are held by women watching then their huge round breasts swell out free and nipples stiff as steel pegs.
Sonya then hisses, “tit to tit or hands on?”, Peggy hisses back, “nmm bit of both Bitch hands to hair as we go tit to tit”. Sonya breathes in as does Peggy , they nod and each pushes her round smooth veiny breasts through the bars and they feel their nipples meet and flick aside.
Both women arch at the feel of the feel of the others, so warm and large. Slowly they rub and push firmer to the others. Eyes locked as they then lift their hands and get a fistful of the others hair. Peggy huffs, “Fight me” Sonya replies “Fight me”.
Then slowly as they mash and rub their tits each pushing the others back on her side of the bars they tighten the hair grips and pull making the other stay where she is standing to duel.
The other women in each cell softly react, urging these two to do more, Peggy then Sonya pushes her rivals breasts back into her side of the bars. They grip tighter on the others hair as they push and shove with effort but little movement.
Peggy manages to push Sonya’s tits to her side, then floods her her own breasts between the bars onto Sonya’s side. Sonya at first gasps, then seeing Peggy’s round breast swell in her side a bar on each side and one splitting them. Sonya presses in as she pulls Peggy to the bars by the hair.
Peggy arches and Sonya crushes her mighty G twins into Peggy’s left and she drags to the right pulling Peggy’s breasts across the bars, till both are pinned sideways along the bars.
Peggy purses her lips and now is feeling the bars crush into her fleshy globes. Sonya hisses a she pumps her tits against Peggy’s making the bars act like a 3rd woman helping her beat the Queen.
Peggy winces and tries o roll her hips to get her breasts free, but as she manages to inch them back to her side , Sonya continues to iron them flat along the bars, Sonya hisses through the bars, “you look like pancake tits not a queen bitch”.
Peggy is stuck as the cross bar holds up Peggy’s breasts from easily dipping low and pull free, Peggy hisses “you Bitch”, then holding her rivals hair yanks and Sonya is forced to head bump the bars.
The blow was substantial and Sonya releases Peggy’s hair and staggers back into her own cell, a red mark on her forehead she holds her head. Peggy slowly pulls her swollen breasts from the bars and pulls the grey top back on the prison provided, she swaggers back to her seat and says to the others ,”see ladies anyone can beat a busty bitch who isn’t ready for a fight”.
Sonya grabs her top and sits on her seat, mad she was out fought, she and Peggy still glare but now they both know when they have the big fight , it will be a long one and only one will be the real queen.
As the weekend passes and with neither pressing charges, they are released. No doubt the financiers had a helping hand in that as well. Back at Peggy’s place she showers in her room and lounges about in her thin kimono robe. Her firm 36G’s still stand outward, and like any of us gravity starts to show as she has a slight droop.
It is not enough to concern her, after all most women her age stretch out and sag, but Peggy’s primarily thought is Sonya . Each of them is as tough and strong as the other, and neither will be forced to submit without them putting up the best fight they ever had to.
Peggy was keeping to herself, no one was sure if it was her way to mentally prepare, or maybe she just didn’t want to talk about the fights with Sonya that were coming up.
What ever it was as her daughter i only have seen her isolate herself like this less than a handful of times, and each time was against very worthy opponents. I would often find Peggy gently rock on the edge of her bed, or when facing her full length mirror,as if she was pre playing out the fight. Naturally she had no idea just how it would go, but she knew her rival was like her and would not stop till she lost or beat Peggy.
Peggy was never going to just submit, she would have to be so hurt that going on was not feasible. To be honest I have seen Peggy fight on through old injury and win so to say this was going to take a lot was an understatement .
Sonya was going to have to not just out fight Peggy, but outlast her and if gets an advantage hold it and expose it and use it till Peggy needed to stop. If Sonya even tries to put on a display and pauses to taunt Peggy, she would be sorry she ever wanted this showdown.
None of us had heard of Sonya or how good she was, Peggy at one point sat with me and said, “I wonder how she came to hear of me, and just how ruthless she can be or get”.
I had no words to assure mom with, i mean i have seen Peggy lose to women she should have steamed roll, and yes after a rematch beat them, but a few she just took the loss, so the question she needed to be asking was, “is Sonya every bit as good, strong and powerful, or has she just been lucky and fought lesser women to gain her notoriety”.
I could only say to Peggy, “you kind of brought this on yourself “. She looked at me and a brow raised, “how did i do that? New Orleans is a long way from N.Y.”. While i agreed with her on that, the bells rang in her head when i said, “Mom the book Martha wrote about you, the way she wrote it , it reads as if you were daring women to come find you and fight you”.
Peggy realized i was right, and in doing so realizes that it wasn’t Sonya per say, but any woman with her build and style was going to be gunning for her, Sonya just happen to be the first.
Peggy pursed her lips when i pointed it out, but i had to deflate that balloon a bit, when i said just remember Mom, not only did she read about you, she read about how hard and how you fight. You know nothing about her”.
Peggy almost gasped, she knew i was right, she quickly made a call to Martha, she was the only woman that was from the N.Y. Area, its where she worked . Peggy places her phone on speaker, after 4 rings mom was going to hang up when suddenly she hears the catty voice of Martha.
“Hello?’, Peggy takes a second , “Hello Martha, this is Peggy”, a slight silence was heard then Martha inhales “well Peggy how are you? Still fighting?”. Peggy smiled proudly, “in fact i am, I am not sure if you heard, but i am the queen of the French Quarter”.
Martha must have been curling her lips as we hear a slight growl in her voice, “oh is that so, well good for you, i heard through the grapevine there was somewhat of a war down that way, would that involve you”?. Peggy smirks and tilts her head back as if to laugh her queen vs queen fight with Martha left Martha broken as well.
Peggy in a throaty reply, “oh it was , someone managed to dig up Gina and after i fought my way to queen here brought her to challenge me, it was everything an old rivalry would be, but that poor bitch was once again left milked, her tits ruined and i took the crown yet again”.
Martha asked so she had endure the bragging, but after she did she cuts off Peggy with, “So surely you didn’t call to brag about an old rival, what is it you want ?”. Peggy arches, ‘’no , i am calling to find out a bit of information about a certain Bitch who is challenging me for it all”.
Martha’s voice lightens up, “oh and whats her name?” , Peggy puts on a smirk assuring herself this Sonya is a nobody. Peggy huffs a sigh “Her name is Sonya, all i know is she is from Coney Island area, and has been telling me she is a Queen as well”.
Martha lets out a panting laugh, “Sonya?!, Sonya Romanski?. Oh my dear Peggy, you have found yourself a real fight honey”. Peggy’s face changes to one of interest and shock, “tell me more Martha”.
Martha starts to tell Peggy just what she is in for, “Peggy darling the fight i gave you was hard, but trust me when i tell you Sonya will make our fight look almost playful, she is strong and firm and girl if she finds a weakness in you, you will wish you never agreed to fight her”.
Peggy tries to act calm, “oh please Martha i have heard warnings like this before and i always prevailed, granted they were tougher fights but i am still the best”. Martha in a scoff, “Peggy i have seen you fight, fought you and heard about your fights, i am telling you that woman is all of your toughest in one package, if i were you dear, i would make sure you are on your best game, cause if your not you will be dethroned.”
Peggy’s eyes search the room as she has flashes of her toughest fights run through her mind in seconds. She is snapped out of it as Martha asks, “tell me Peggy , when are you two going to fight?, i think it would make for an amazing end to your reign win or lose”.
Peggy is quiet a moment, she eases a sexy grin on her lips, “why you wanna come see me fight her?”. Martha senses the change in her old rivals voice, “i wouldn’t mind it at all, and who knows maybe you and i can have one last chat for old times”.
Peggy eases a hand in her robes top and caresses her large right breast, then squeezes it gently, “nmmmm it would have to be after i fight this bitch you know that right?”. Martha had to be doing the same gesture as her voice softens “nmmm of course i am aware of the rules still, nmmm my tits would love another shot at yours, queen or not”. Peggy “nmmm uww my tits ares till so round ,full and firm Martha they would love to take yours on again even for fun”.
Martha moans “you wanna fight me again bitch?”, Peggy opens her robe and fully cups and caresses and squeezes her tits openly , “uuhnmmmm oh i can still feel my tits crushing yours Bitch, like i told you back then, name the time and place, just me and you tit to tit anytime, after i fight this cow of course”.
Martha must have been doing the same to her own breasts, “uuhnn mmm yesss send me a text when your fight is, I’ll be there to watch and write about it, then you and i can reignite our duel”. Peggy moans as she pinches her stiff nipples, “your on Bitch”
Peggy hangs up and has to pleasure herself to calm down, she then asks her financier just who will be attending the fight, he looked down then at Peggy, “if it will help you to win, the guests are the regulars who have seen you fight, but the special guests will be key people from both your past and hers.”
Peggy feels her tummy flip, “like who?”, he smirks at Peggy, “your friend Jeff, your ex husband, a woman you fought named Nina, and well i guess that writer you also fought “. Peggy breathes in, “why is that silver blonde bitch invited ?”. He rubs Peggy’s shoulders, “so after you win , i can see you fight her, and she is so looking forward to fighting you again”.
Peggy breathes in, “are you setting these fights up to try to get me to lose, or what?”. He kisses her forehead “now Peggy your the queen here, you make me more money fighting and winning then any woman i ever financed, setting you up to lose would be detrimental to making me money, i will fly any woman you want to fight again from your past or future anytime you want, just say her name, but none of this will take place till you fight Sonya “.
Peggy slows her breathing, “well ok then, as long as you profit by me winning and i choose who, I’ll fight till I can’t go on. Now when do i fight this cow Sonya ?”.
Peggy looked in his eyes, “well everything is set for this Saturday, we will be using the mansion you beat Gina in again, and each of you will have a bedroom there so if you need a break or it lasts longer than all expect you can resume the next day”.
Peggy agrees to it and quickly sends Martha a text when to be down here to see the fight. After having seen my mother in some savage fights, and some she knew she was going to win, i did see she was a bit nervous over this one. Not Gina nervous, but as we all know Peggy staying on top was her true desire.
To lose her crown against an equal, would only make her question herself, my fear if that rang true?, well at 63 for her to vow to fight her way back to top spot, simply spelled her getting hurt or maybe ruining her reign s the best titfighter, hairfighter and cat fighter . One thing was certain, Peggy win or lose with Sonya, was going to make Sonya sorry she wanted to fight Peggy.
Mom continued her workouts and stretches, and creams, she was looking every bit as fit at 63 as she did in her mid 40’s. Her 36G’s were still round , full , firm and powerful. Peggy wasn’t sure what the attire was going to be for the fight, but one thing was sure.
Peggy and Sonya would be dressed up to impress the crowds, and before it all ended whatever attire was chosen, would become rags after these two get done with each other.
Just like Peggy’s reputation was spreading like wild fire, so was her new rivals, and the two “accidental meetings “ they had. No one thought much of her loss to Sonya the first meet, many knew already Peggy at times would throw a spat to feel out her rival. But the second meet in the middle of Mardi Gras crowd had Peggy ahead not to mention putting Sonya in her place in the overnight stay a the jail.
All who were the normal elite of New Orleans got the invite they were waiting for, and the “special guests” each woman had coming to watch her and rival fight in front of would make for a very packed room to see these two fight anyway they chose to show just who was the best.
As the list grew both ladies financiers though maybe it best this goes from a one night duel, to an entire weekend. They made the agreement once these two start a particular duel, it goes till one gives, but none of the fights can exceed one full day and night. The guests would pay one fee no matter how many days this was going to take to settle.
The prize to the winner was going to be fifty thousand dollars, plus the necklaces. Peggy sat in her room after each workout and dreamed of that much cash being handed to her as her rival lay on the rug weeping that her reign was over.
Peggy was informed that she and Sonya would be fighting in a carpeted ring like area, slightly raised so all the guests would be able to see this play out. As far as Peggy was concerned, this fight could take place on a roof top, as long as they get to settle it.
Sonya felt the same way, at their age and the amount of fights they had in every way manageable shyness was not even in their vocabulary. Friday night comes and Peggy is in her bathroom drying her hair, one of the maids strolls in with a box and lays it on her bed.
Peggy walks out of the bathroom and sees the box, she breathes in, not a car about the attire, but the fact it stands as a reminder tomorrow it all comes down to her and her rival. I walked in and sat with her a while, she and talked about some of her fights from the past, how my Dad tried to find that one woman that beak her.
One Peggy loved to reflect on was when i was turning one, and Jeff brought a stunning beautiful redhead to my party. (Naturally i have no memory of it). The woman who we later learned was picked by my Dad, was there for one reason , to pick a fight with mom.
Peggy knew when she saw the busty redhead ushered in by Jeff they were going to fight, as they sat taunting a bit it easily was decided to fight. The kids at the time were all ushered off to play as she and the redhead stepped out by the patio. She recalls how as they stood ready she felt a shiver in her spine. Not cause she was worried but she knew the women watching , most of whom she defeated already, wanted to see this redhead rap her apart.
Peggy smiles as she tells how she offered the woman the chance to engage in a titfight first, but the woman was blood thirsty and chose to catfight mom first. Peggy never was one to say “oh she was way to fight”, she admitted that redhead was one of her toughest .
She recalls how the woman was on top a good portion of that fight, but it was Peggy’s skill and ability that turned the tide and she beat her then made her sorry she wanted the fight. I recall my Dad talking to her about it, and how hard it got him anytime they did.
Peggy pretend to act as if she didn’t know how the redhead was brought there, and she often would tease my Dad saying she would love to fight her again. But what made Peggy really grin about it was my dad actually relayed the message to the redhead and every time he did , that woman felt a shiver and out refused to try Peggy again.
That is what made Peggy the Queen she is, any woman that fought her no matter if they managed to win or lose, all said afterward they would never fight mom a third time cause she hit like a pro boxer and her breasts were like rocks and hurt theirs.
Peggy inhaled as she smiled at telling me the story again, her nipples tent her robe and she looks at me and purrs, “so you see Amber as much as i love a win, its the fact these handful of women that did beat me are scared to try me again, so when i get done with this Bitch Sonya?, I will demand a rematch for anything she beats me at. Mark my words honey she will refuse and that will secure my reign as queen.
Peggy went to bed early, the big fights start at 9 am and she wanted to be rested and ready.
