LA Women, Ch. 3
Sarah was in her corner, eager and ready to go. She bounced up and down ever so slightly, her bare toes flexing and relaxing, her breasts wobbling, her thighs and ass tense and hard. She wore tiny boxing gloves, hardly bigger than her fists, and she tapped them together as she bounced up and down, side to side. Her hair, brown but so light that some of it was close enough to blonde, was pulled back tight in a ponytail. She wore a red string bikini that only highlighted her incredible body, the full breasts spilling out of the undersized cups of the top and her full, strong backside essentially swallowing up the thong. She was a great beauty, with sparkling hazel eyes, full lips, and a perfect little nose, and she always had a smile and glint in her eye, and if you just passed her on the street you would never guess how much she enjoyed fighting. She had grown up in Virginia and her first introduction to the world of competitive between women had come on the lacrosse field at Johns Hopkins. She’d fought teammates and opponents, sorority girls, whoever wanted to fight her or insulted her or was catty with her, and her desire had only increased after she had moved to Los Angeles after college. Here, she worked for the city at the LA Music Center, but she had not stopped fighting just because she’d stopped playing lacrosse. Smart, beautiful, and aggressive, she was a natural target for similarly-minded women, and when that wasn’t enough, she sought out opportunities like tonight’s.
The ring was in a bar in Pasadena called Handlebars Saloon. Sarah lived southwest of Pasadena, closer to her work, but now she knew someone who knew the owner and had gotten her on the card with the chance to earn some money and some reputation. A few weeks ago, she had fought in front of a posh crowd up in the mountains at a cabin owned by Steve Turnbull, who had become very wealthy in the trucking industry and clearly had an interest in activities like tonight’s. And, he had an interest in Sarah as well, she knew. At his cabin, Sarah had beaten another girl at boxing and her friend Courtney had done the same to a friend of that other girl, humiliating her in the process, and soon enough the woman who managed those girls had suggested Sarah and Courtney get to know some more capable young women she knew. The woman’s name was Gwendolyn and she had established herself as the city’s great madame for that kind of sport. Sarah and Courtney, as well as Daniella, the Latina beauty who had befriended them, accepted, and the wheels were turning to set up the contest. In the meantime, Turnbull had reached out to Sarah individually and suggested that she box at this little bar he knew in Pasadena. She’d agree, obviously, and when she had arrived that night, she discovered that “little bar” was rather literal. The bar was crammed in between two old office buildings on the city’s main drag, which had once been very nice and now was less so. The ring was in the back of the bar, and it seemed as if the bar had expanded into a storage space that had been behind it. The bar was narrow, the ceiling low, and the crowd packed and loud, and it felt like the smoke and the stench of spilled whiskey and the cheers of the crowd were right on top of you. As was her opponent, nearly enough, as the ring felt like it was as crammed as the bar itself. The other girl had a tanned complexion and straight dark hair, and Sarah couldn’t decide if she was Italian, Mexican, Native American, or something else. Not that it mattered. She was very pretty, and she had a fit body, with a flat stomach and arms and legs that looked lean and strong. Her hair was also in a ponytail, and she wore a blue bikini that was no more adequate for her medium-sized breasts than Sarah’s was for her body. Her name was Mary and she was sure to be a tough one. Sarah could feel the intensity swelling up between them as each stared into the other’s eyes and took measure of her opponent’s feminine body.
There was no referee, just a guy with a stopwatch and a bell, and there were very few rules, which suited Sarah just fine. The ring was very small, about 15 feet on each side, and it felt like the two of them were on top of each other even before the round started. The two young ladies stood facing each other, and Sarah could feel the heat of the lights and the aura of the smoke and the booze and the cheering of the crowd and Steve Turnbull’s eyes on her. And then the guy at ringside dinged the bell and she and Mary went at each other. No care, no defense, they just stepped forward and started swinging. Sarah took a punch into her face and sent one right back, with interest. But the other girl stood firm and hit her in the stomach with a right and then a left, hurting her. The force of them sent Sarah back a step and the other girl came forward and as she did, Sarah got her in the chin with an uppercut. There wasn’t enough force behind it to really hurt her, but it did pop her head up, leaving her body open, and Sarah took advantage and sent punches into her breasts and stomach. Now Mary was backing up and Sarah was on her. The honey-blonde Southerner hit the dark-complected brunette with all she had, one punch after another, and she drove her back into the ropes and then stumbled right into a clinch with her. The two boxers had their arms wrapped around each other and they pushed and struggled, churning up and down the rough, dry ropes. Soon enough Sarah found herself facing the ropes with the other girl’s gloved hand on the back of her head, pushing her over, and in retaliation she whipped her elbow back into her chest. She caught her in the tit, squarely, and Mary went back, grimacing, hands over her chest protectively, and Sarah just launched herself into her. They crashed to the mat together and went over and over in a squirming, punching maelstrom of feminine fighting. Sarah heard no bell, only the roar of the crowd, and she kept punching, as did her opponent. Lying side by side, facing each other, they wailed away as best they could until finally the bell rang.
After a few late hits, the young women separated from each other and went to opposing corners. They had no seconds, so there were no stools and no water, just a break of whatever allowance the guy at ringside felt like giving them. They braced themselves in their corner, elbows up on the ropes, and stared maliciously at each other. Sweat ran freely down their magnificent athletic bodies, and anger and fatigue glowed on their faces. Then, the bell rang and the two of them went at each other again. They charged forward and slammed punches into faces and breasts. Right away, their breasts were popped out of their tops and each targeted the other’s vulnerable bosom. The crowd was cheering wildly and Sarah could feel their energy flowing through her. She hit Mary across the cheek with a wicked right that sent her stumbling back into the ropes and she stayed on her. The dark-skinned girl lay against the ropes, stunned, gloves up in front of her face, and Sarah ripped one punch after another mercilessly into her stomach and her sides. One, two, three, four, five, six, and on it went. As Sarah hit her, the other girl was leaning forward, protectively, and with all she had left Sarah whipped an uppercut right into her forehead and then, as she popped up, she struck her across her cheek with a left. That put her down on the mat and left Sarah totally drained. The pretty dark-haired girl lay on the mat, groaning and rolling back and forth, and Sarah sagged into the corner, leaning against the corner for support. She was breathing so hard she was nearly gasping for a few seconds, and her arms and shoulders felt like they were done. Her raw, exposed breasts rose and fell with the effort. She was staring down at the other girl, who was now coming up to her feet, although if the guy at ringside was counting Sarah couldn’t tell it. Her opponent was up to her hands and knees now, and Sarah shoved herself off the ropes and went to hit her as she rose, putting her back down on the mat. At that point, the guy at ringside clanged the bell to end the round.
Again, the two girls stared at each other as they rested in their corners. Their bare breasts hung freely now and neither bothered to try to return them to the cups of their flimsy tops. Sarah felt like she was getting her breath again and Mary looked like she was still hurting from the beating Sarah had laid on her in the last round. Finally, the bell rang, and they began again. Mary did not rush forward this time, and Sarah pressed her. Mary had her hands up, elbows in, and without fear of reprisal, Sarah threw punches that mostly landed against her defense. Each time Sarah tried to square up on her and land a blow that would be hard enough to get through her shell, Mary would slip away in what little space the ring afforded. This pattern repeated itself again, and another time, and finally Sarah had had enough. It seemed to her that there were no real rules in this fight except what would entertain the audience, so this time she braced herself like she was going to throw a huge right, and when Mary tried to slip to her left, Sarah threw her left arm around her neck and got her in a headlock. The two of them wrestled around the ring like that, and Sarah got in several good punches to her face. At that point, Mary tripped her up and both of them went down the mat. Like they had in round one, the girls writhed and strove against each other as best they could with their gloves on, hitting each other and trying to get on top. They rolled back and forth and hit each other as best they could and then they split apart and, each fighter bracing herself on the ropes, came up to their feet. Their strings of their tops had been pulled loose in the scrum and both fought topless now. They came together again and hit each other in the face and the breasts with both hands, pumping away wildly. Sarah and Mary nailed each other with hard shots, putting everything they had left into each, and at the end of the exchange Mary was lying on the mat again. The honey-blonde boxer knew the bell would ring before it sounded and she was back in her corner resting while the darker-haired girl was still lying on her back, staring up at the ceiling.
Sarah felt better during this rest period and she took a second to absorb their environment. There were men and women in the crowd and the cheering, the smoke, the booze, the hot waitresses and burly bartenders who were serving them, she drank in all of it. The crowd’s lust for her and her opponent and their combat fueled her, and she stared eagerly at the other girl as she got to her feet and took her place opposite her. This time, rather than return Sarah’s glare, Mary was staring vaguely into the crowd, huffing and puffing. Sarah took in every line of her body and her face and when the bell rang she was on her again. Mary tried to fight her off but Sarah worked her over, one crunching blow after another into her cheeks, her breasts, her stomach, her ribs. Sarah was hitting her and hitting her and the other girl could definitely take a beating. She stayed on her feet and even tried to hit Sarah back but it was no use. Finally, they reached the end and Sarah smashed her with a ruthless left into her chest and then a right up into her face and Mary fell backwards and down and ended up draped across the middle rope, halfway out of the ring. The bell was ringing but still, Sarah bent down and scooped up her legs and spun her about so that Mary went all the way through the ropes and to the floor. And now the fight was over.
Sarah got 1000 dollars for the fight, but the rush of her win was worth more to her. She spent the evening soaking in her tub at home, and she spent the next day lying around her apartment, very stiff and sore, but by Monday morning she felt good again. More importantly, she was ready for more action, and Steve Turnbull came and took her to lunch with an offer for just that. They ate at a steak house near Union Station, sitting outside and enjoying the perfectly sunny and breezy LA weather. He’d been invited to a party the next weekend for someone from business, a sometimes-partner Steve didn’t like whose daughter was announcing her engagement, and he wanted to know if Sarah was interested in having some fun and making a scene. And also, he added, there might be some people there who had more than a passing interest in the sort of activities Sarah enjoyed—you never knew what kind of new friends you’d meet. He also suggested that they bring Courtney along, as you never knew when you’d need a helping hand. And when Sarah got home that night, she called Courtney and the two of them made their plan. The invitation had requested that the female attendees all wear blue, Steve had mentioned. So after work on Friday, Sarah and Courtney went out and, with an envelope of cash they’d been given by Steve, bought pink dresses that put their exquisite bodies on display. And then Saturday morning they got their hair and makeup done at the kind of salon that they’d needed Steve’s help to book slots at the last minute. And early that afternoon, they got ready at Sarah’s apartment, pausing at the mirror one last time when Steve’s car arrived to pick up to admire themselves, hair, makeup, and dresses all ready to cause a ruckus.
The Hotel Bel-Air was very exclusive and very posh and a lot of the people there seemed to Sarah to be very boring and inhibited, like they were opposed to real life, but some, she hoped, would be more enlightened and interesting. She and Courtney, in their pink dresses and their beauty and their gorgeous bodies, drew a lot of looks from the men and the women, and they soaked it in. The younger and more attractive the women, the more open the hostility, and when Sarah saw the hostess and her squadron of female friends, she got that tingling sensation that told her the day would not be a boring one. Drinks and food were set up around the pool and a great number of wealthy men and hot women were standing or sitting, drinking, gossiping, and the other things rich people do when they aren’t doing anything. The two young women each took a flute of champagne and ate some fruit and hung next to Steve as he made his way around the pool, making it clear they were with him, probably the richest man in a crowd of rich men. After a while, Sarah suggested to Courtney that they go inside to get a short break from the sun. As they crossed the patio, Sarah noticed the hostess’s pack of friends eyeing them maliciously. She nudged Courtney with her elbow and the two of them walked slowly and deliberately in front of the other young women, chins up and chests out, no eye contact. Without breaking stride, Sarah led Courtney into the restroom. Two older women were in there, washing their hands and chatting, and Sarah suggested they might want to clear out before the excitement started. It seemed like the older women knew exactly what they meant, as they made directly for the door. As they left, three women from the hostess’s friend group came in. They closed the door behind them and stood blocking it. All three were very attractive, and all three wore light blue dresses of various shades and levels of decorum. The leader was a blonde, taller than Sarah or Courtney, lean and small-chested, and her dress was the most conservative. Next to her was a redhead, short, with full hips and a huge bosom that swelled up out of her dress and seemed nearly as large as Courtney’s. Next to the redhead was a Persian woman, the most beautiful of the three, with gorgeous black hair that hung down well past her shoulders. She had large breasts but small hips and her dress had a conservative neckline but was tight all around her body. All of them were glaring each other expectantly.
“Looks like you two bitches didn’t see the dress code,” the blonde said at last.
“They probably weren’t even invited,” the Persian replied. “Trash like you doesn’t belong here.”
“Why, afraid of the competition?” Courtney asked.
“Women like us don’t worry about bitches like you,” the Persian said. “Tomorrow, you’ll go back down to Culver City and we’ll still be up here.”
“If you aren’t worried, why are you so desperate to scare us off?”
“Oh, is it working?” the redhead inquired.
“No, but it’s funny that you’re so intimidated by us that you had to come in here to tell us that you aren’t intimidated,” Sarah answered.
“Okay, time for you to go, you dumb slut,” the blonde announced.
She stepped forward, obviously ready to back it up, and Sarah went at her, and with that it was on. Sarah punched her the mouth and took one in her breast. The blonde could hit and it stung Sarah more than she was expecting. All the same, she immediately replied with a left that caught the taller blonde flush on the cheek and sent her tumbling away, but at that same moment the two other girls crashed into Courtney and then into Sarah and they all went to the ground in a tumble. Sarah found herself on the bottom of the pile, on her back, and the busty redhead was lying on top of her. The other girl was facing away from her and Sarah yanked on her hair, pulling her head back as far as it would go, and with her other hand she began hitting her on the face and then she reached down and seized hold of her huge boob and squeezed it through the dress. The redhead howled in pain but as soon as she did, someone bit down on Sarah’s forearm and she was howling too. She let go of the redhead and jerked her arm away from the teeth and tried to crawl out from under the writhing, churning pile of women. She got partway out and, looking over her shoulder, she saw Courtney being pushed over onto her back by the redhead and the Persian. But just as she launched herself forward to save her friend, the blonde slammed into her from above.
The force of it drove Sarah back and the two of them ended up against the far wall, Sarah on the bottom. The blonde pulled her hair and Sarah returned the abuse. They rolled over each other and slapped and pulled and gripped at each other’s bodies and faces. The blonde was strong but finally Sarah got on top of her and, rising up, slammed her fist down into her face and then into the center of her chest. The blonde put her hands up to block more punishment and Sarah switched tactics, now seizing her by the hair and pulling up and forward so that her chin was pushed into her breastbone and her breathing was restricted. The move hurt and made you feel like you were being smothered, Sarah knew from experience, and she leaned back to increase the pressure and to keep herself out of reach of the blonde’s searching hands as best she could. The girl under her was whimpering now and Sarah was about to switch back to more punching when she found herself grabbed from behind. A forearm went around her face and another around her neck and she was pulled off the blonde and they all went down on the ground again. The forearms were squeezing in on her and Sarah whipped her elbow back reflexively. She struck something firm and elicited a grunt and the forearms loosened. Knowing that she was getting nowhere in the pile, Sarah rolled clear and came up to her feet. Her dress was ripping open and her shoes had come off but she readied herself for what was coming. In front of her was the redhead, hands coming up defensively, and next to her the blonde was also rising to her feet, although less steadily. Behind the redhead, Courtney and the Persian were rolling on the ground in a vicious catfight.
Sarah knew what was coming and she threw herself into it. She hit the redhead in the face with her right fist and then turned toward the blonde, already bringing up her left fist. She slammed it into the blonde’s small breast but she took a set of hard knuckles into the center of her face. Everything went electrical for a second and then the redhead’s arms came down around her from behind, clasping around her and pinning her arms down at her sides. Held like that, Sarah took punches from the blonde in the face, the stomach, her breasts. She weaved from side to side, trying to get away, and she sent herself and the redhead into the far wall but the arms were still holding her firmly. And there she found herself spun around so that the redhead’s back was to the wall and Sarah was held in place, facing the blonde. The tall, lean girl stood there, smiling wickedly, and then she set herself to pound on Sara’s beautiful features.
“Open wide, bitch,” the blonde said.
But before she could make good, Courtney slammed into her from the side. The two of them went flying into the sinks in the back of the restroom and flopped down on the floor. Sarah spun and twisted in the redhead’s grasp and finally broke free of her grasp, sliding down and out and lurching away. The bathroom stalls were across the restroom and Sarah sagged against them and then she sucked in a great lungful of air, eyes wide and chest out, and she got ready to square off again. The redhead was coming at her with her fists up and the two girls went at it. Fists slammed into faces, rights and lefts, and hair went flying and the girls grunted in pain and exertion as each blow landed with a thud. Sarah landed a good left on the redhead’s cheek and she brought a right fist up into her chest, an uppercut that popped the huge boob out of the dress, and then hit her in the ribs with her left. The redhead sagged back against the far wall and Sarah nailed her on the cheek with a wicked open-handed slap and then, as the redhead stood leaning against the wall, stunned, Sarah turned sideways and chopped her across her huge breasts, again with the right. The sound was loud and hard in the restroom and Sarah could see the skin of the redhead’s chest already turning red. She was going to repeat the blow when the Persian seized her by the hair from behind. Yanking back on her head and spinning, the Persian flung her into the restroom door. Sarah bounced off it and sagged forward and went down to her hands and knees.
She was stunned but she knew that she had to get up and despite it all she started pushing herself up again. But the Persian beauty was faster and she kicked her in the side. It hurt her badly and Sarah was flipped over onto her back, where she lay holding her ribs and moaning. And then the Persian stamped her foot straight down into the center of Sarah’s chest. It drove all the air out of her and Sarah felt like her whole body had shut down. Her eyes slammed shut and everything felt like it had gone tight and loose simultaneously and then, when had recovered her sense of herself at last, she felt herself being turned over and her pink dress being torn off. Soon enough she was down to her lingerie, her pink panties and demicup bra. She was lying on her stomach at this point and telling herself that she had to get up and she started pushing herself up to her hands and knees and then someone grabbed her hair and yanked her face up and then a foot slammed into her chest from in front of her. Her large breasts were crushed by the blow and it put her flat on her back. Everything hurt so much now. She lay on her back, staring up at the lights, and then Sarah realized that she could hear hitting, and ripping, and yelps of pain. And she made herself sit up, slowly, and she saw that the three girls were all attacking Courtney now. The Persian and the redhead were each holding one of her arms and the blonde was standing in front of her and just going to work. Slaps and punches to the face and the body, working on her, hurting her. Both of her enormous breasts came out of her dress and the wicked blonde went off on them with slaps and then she grabbed her nipples and pinched them until Courtney started wailing. And then when the blonde was done, she began ripping Courtney’s pink dress off her body.
Sarah made herself rise to her feet, determined to come to Courtney’s aid no matter what. She finally made it and the redhead saw her and yelled for the blonde to turn around. Smiling, the blonde nodded at Sarah and got ready to square off with her. Sarah was about to throw her first punch when the restroom door opened and struck her from behind. She was thrown forward into the blonde’s arms and the two young women began grappling with each other in the small space. Sarah heard a man’s voice yelling at them but they kept at it. The blonde got her arms under Sarah’s and clasping them behind her back she spun her about and Sarah found herself tossed through the open door and out into the hallway of the hotel. She bounced off of the wall and landed on the floor, but when she looked up and saw the blonde advancing on her she made herself rise yet again. There was a small crowd gathering now but no one moved to intervene. Sarah was gasping for air and her shoulders felt like they were full of acid but when the blonde reached her, Sarah popped her in the nose. The other girl wasn’t ready for that and Sarah took advantage, hitting her across the cheek and then connecting with a shot into her small chest. That got the other girl going and both of them threw punches, knocking each other back and forth. Sarah took a shot to the face and she missed her counterpunch and the blonde got her in the chest and then an uppercut to the chin. That knocked Sarah back into the wall and when she regained herself she found that she was facing both the blonde and the Persian. She could see that Courtney was planted on the ground just outside the restroom with the redhead sitting on top of her, working her over. Sarah paused and then gestured for the blonde and the Persian to come at her. And they did. Sarah got the Persian with one punch but within a few seconds, they had her. The Persian held her from behind, pinning her arms behind her back, and the blonde hit her over and over in the face and the body, slaps and punches until her face and her chest and her stomach were bruised and raw, and then she lifted Sarah’s face up by the hair and nailed her with one last right to the cheek and then Sarah slumped down the floor and it was over.
A week after the brawl at the Hotel Bel-Air, Sarah and Courtney were at the Handlebars Saloon with Daniella. All three of them were wearing jeans, sneakers, and t-shirts. The jeans and the t-shirts were so tight that they seemed molded to their spectacular bodies: Courtney with her strong arms and legs and her enormous breasts, Sarah with her medium-sized and firm chest and her very large and equally firm thighs and ass, and Daniella with her womanly figure, her wide hips and ample bosom and her flat stomach. They had decided not to wear bras today and their nipples poked proudly through their cheap t-shirts. All three were beautiful women: Courtney the Chinese-American with straight black hair, Sarah the white Southern girl with honey-blonde hair, who was always smiling no matter her intentions, and Daniella, the gorgeous Latina with frizzy light brown hair and a raspy voice. Daniella was a bit older than Courtney and Sarah and had helped guide them through the world of female fighting. Obviously, Sarah and Courtney had told her right away about what had happened at the Bel-Air. Daniella talked to Steve Turnbull and made contact with the three young women from the wedding, and they settled on a “meeting” here at Handlebars. Turnbull arranged for a few of his friends to be in attendance, in the crowd, for a fee, and he split the fee with the women and with the manager at Handlebars for agreeing. And, to be sure, the action would be good for them in the long haul, as there were a lot more people who would appreciate the spectacle than would judge them for it. Especially women, who would support the bar’s allowing strong, beautiful young women to be themselves, without interference or judgement. And the bouncer at the door would keep out the more small-minded crowd who had a problem with women settling their conflicts themselves.
So, that’s how Daniella, Courtney, and Sarah came to be sitting at a table facing the door on a Saturday night—the night for fighting, after all. And soon enough their patience was rewarded, as the blonde, the redhead, and the brunette came in. They were also wearing sneakers and skin tight jeans and t-shirts and they also looked stunning and ready to brawl with the three of them. It was obvious that none of them were wearing bras, either, and the three of them were as eager to get it on as Sarah, Courtney, and Daniella were, if their hard nipples were anything to go by. The huge breasts of the redhead stretched the front of her shirt to its limit and the strong, tight body of the blonde looked to Sarah as if it were eager for action. As soon as they entered, they zeroed in on the three girls and made right for their table, and the three girls all rose to meet them. The blonde had a smug look on her face and she seemed like she was about to make a rude comment and Sarah just went right at her. The blonde kept coming, smug look still on her face, and Sarah met her in the middle of the barroom. The taller blonde hit Sarah in the mouth and Sarah ignored it and crashed into her. Right away, both girls had their hands in each other’s hair and they pulled hard, bending forward at the waist and turning in a circle. Sarah pulled on those blonde locks with all she had and the other girl did the same to her. Around them, the crowd was scattering out of the way, yelling, some of them cheering the women on. Sarah was run back into a table and she stumbled but kept her footing, but the blonde used the opportunity to slam her fist up into Sarah’s face. The blow hurt her and she returned the favor, ramming her fist up at the blonde’s head over and over. The two of them threw punches with one hand like that, the other retaining the hold on the other’s hair, and they went in circles. Sarah took another punch square in the face and she put her hands on the blonde’s shoulders and shoved her away.
The move got her some space and the two of them brought their fists up and squared off. The blonde threw a right and a left at Sarah’s face but she dodged them and came back with a good right into her guts and a left into her small breast. The blonde was hurt and Sarah got her with a right to the face that sent the blonde staggering backwards. She went all the way to the wall and Sarah stayed on her. She smacked her with a wild open hand-handed right that started down by her hip, sending the blonde’s hair whipping through the air and making her groan loudly. And she followed up with left-handed punches into her tight midsection, one after another, and the blonde clutched at herself and leaned forward. Now Sarah seized her by the hair and yanked forward and torqued her hips and flung her to the ground. The blonde hit hard and lay stunned and Sarah looked across the bar for her friends. And she saw Daniella being held from behind by the Persian brunette while the redhead pounded on her big boobs with her fists. Dani’s t-shirt had been ripped open and the redhead was working on her exposed chest viciously. Sarah didn’t see Courtney anywhere and she started making her way through the tables and the crowd to help Dani. But halfway there she was tackled from behind by the blonde. The force sent Sarah into a table with the blonde on top of her. Together they went skidding across the table, drinks and food going everywhere, and they ended up on the floor together. Sarah was lying face down and as she started pressing up, the blonde grabbed her by the hair and yanked her onto her back. Before Sarah knew what was happening, she was facing up toward the ceiling, with the blonde under her, behind her, and the strong legs locked themselves around her waist and started squeezing. And the hands were pulling on her hair and it all hurt so much. And then the hands reached around and grabbed her breasts. The fingers dug in, squeezing and mauling and pulling on the big firm mounds through the thin material of her shirt, and then she ripped the front of the shirt open and attacked her without the impediment of the thin shirt, kneading and pulling and crushing the vulnerable mounds of her chest. Sarah howled in pain and anger and she started punching and tugging at the thighs crushing her midsection. That got her no relief and she pulled at the hands gripping her boobs and then she started thrashing about, rolling back and forth. Eventually, she got herself and the blonde stuck to her back turned over and started rising up. Straining, pushing, feeling like she was running out of gas, Sarah pushed herself up to her hands and knees and then to her feet, still with the blonde clinging to her back, and when she was upright she located a table and let herself fall backwards into it.
They crashed through the table together and went to the floor. Both girls were covered in beer and food. The blonde took the worse of the landing and Sarah got herself squared away first. She came up to her knees and turned about and faced the blonde, who was only now starting to rise up, and she slugged her across the face, putting her flat on her back amidst the wreckage of the table. And with her down, Sarah could go to her friends’ aid. Tossing aside her ruined shirt and sweeping her honey blonde hair back out of her face, she rose to her feet, her firm, medium-sized breasts and her strength and beauty on full display. Dani and the busty redhead were the closest to her. Both women were topless and the redhead had Dani pushed up against the bar. They were pulling hair and pushing on each other’s face and smacking each other ineffectually. Sarah came up behind the redhead and grabbed her by the hair and yanked backward with all her strength, pulling her off the bar and off of Dani. Still holding her by the hair, Sarah spun her in a complete circle and flung her by into the bar, where she hit hard next to Dani. Dani took advantage and, bracing the redhead against the bar and planting herself in front of her, Dani slapped her hard with a right and then back again with a left. The redhead sagged back, staring open-eyed at the ceiling, and Dani slammed her fists up into the huge breasts, again a right and then a left. Glad for the chance to rest, Sarah stood there with her hands on her hips, admiring Dani’s work, and then she thought of Courtney and turned to find her. Courtney and the large-breasted Persian girl were all the way by the boxing ring where Sarah had beaten Mary a few weeks earlier. They were fighting wildly, hitting each other wherever they could and throwing each other around by the hair. Courtney had lost her shirt and Sarah could see the abuse of the fight on her face and on her amazing chest but she was giving as good as she was receiving and the Persian girl was staggering under her blows.
Sarah was going to head over there to beat on the Persian girl and help Courtney but then she spotted Gwendolyn. The brunette beauty was at the end of the bar, watching everything, and there was a gorgeous platinum blonde with her who was obviously a fighter as well, a young woman with a model’s face and a powerful athlete’s body. She had a great rack, too, Sarah noticed. Sarah felt a surge of energy and she was going to head over there and get things started. But then, Gwendolyn was staring at her with a knowing smile and Sarah paused, unsure if starting things now was the right move. There was a lot of money to be had in fighting later, with the right setup, and there would be a lot of money wagered, and Steve Turnbull would want things set up well beforehand. And, it was entirely possible that there was something she was missing and that Gwendolyn planned on Sarah’s seeing her and walking into some trap. Sarah was ready to go with the brunette boss or with the new platinum blonde but both would be a bad idea. And there was still the fight with the girls from the hotel, and suddenly Sarah realized how long she’d been standing there, paralyzed by analysis, when she heard a huge crash behind her. Turning, Sarah saw that Dani was getting double-teamed by the blonde and the redhead on the bar. They had her backed up and they were both going to town on her, hitting her on her bare breasts and stomach and her beautiful face and pulling her light brown hair. Immediately, Sarah went to protect her but the blonde and the redhead both turned to face her, leaving Dani to slump helplessly against the brass railing.
It was two against one but Sarah plunged ahead anyway. She got the blonde with a right hand to the face but as she did the redhead just dove into her and tackled her to the ground. Sarah landed hard on the wood floor and the redhead was on top of her. Both girls were topless and they clung to each other, bare breasts pressed together, and they pulled on each other’s hair and rolled back and forth amid the beer and spilled food. Both of them were bleeding from their noses and lips and the blood and sweat was getting smeared all over both of them. Finally, Sarah got on top of the redhead and banged her head on the floor, but before she could do any real damage the blonde had her by the hair and was pulling her up. The taller blonde got Sarah up to her feet and, still behind her, clasped her arms behind her back. Sarah thrashed and churned but she couldn’t get free and she watched helplessly as the redhead pulled herself up to her feet. There was vengeance on her face and Sarah kicked at her, her only defense, but to no avail. The redhead planted her feet and sized Sarah up and then Dani came to her rescue. The busty, gorgeous Latina charged into the equally busty and gorgeous redhead and the two women went at it, pulling hair and spinning in circles, colliding with tables and going all the way to the far wall. The crowd was cheering lustily and a man poured his beer on the two of them as they went by. And then Sarah lost her view of their fight as the blonde turned her and drove her forward, her arms still pinned behind her, toward the bar. At the last instant, Sarah got her foot up and saved herself from crashing into the brass railing. And, the impact jostled them both and let Sarah slip out of the blonde’s grasp.
Spinning to face her, Sarah found herself inside the blonde’s reach and the two of them immediately went at it. They both threw one arm around the other and started throwing punches and slaps with the other. Sarah took shots into her strong, flat stomach and repaid them with interest. Soon enough, she was getting the upper hand and shoved the blonde back into the bar. Standing there like that, still with one arm wrapped around the other’s shoulder, they abused each other. The blonde started smacking and pulling at Sarah’s bare breast but Sarah kept punching her in the stomach, slamming one after another home, and it proved the more effective strategy. The blonde started grunting in misery with each punch and Sarah kept serving them up so that the blonde’s entire body was jerking and lifting up with the blows. This went on and on until the blonde was little more than leaning on Sarah and taking the shots. At that point, Sarah released her hold on her and, standing before her, letting her settle back against the railing, she ripped the blonde’s shirt open, revealing her thin chest at last. Sarah hit her squarely in the chest with one punch after another and then she whipped blows across her face, busting open her mouth and her nose as her face was rocked back and forth, until finally the blonde sank to the floor.
Gasping for breath, her lungs and arms and back aching with fatigue and her bust and face raw and bruised, Sarah leaned against the bar and caught a rest. She was so beautiful and strong at that moment. The blonde was directly under her, lying on her side with her back against the bar, and Sarah pushed her over onto her back and planted her foot in the center of her flat chest. And she stood like that, the blonde under her, the sweep of her majestic ass accentuated by the tight jeans and the angle of her leg and when her breathing was under control again she turned and surveyed the room. On the far side of the saloon, Dani was mopping the floor with the big-titted redhead, literally. Over and over, Sarah’s spectacular mentor was hitting the redhead and knocking her to the ground and then hauling her up by the hair and knocking her down again. It was quite a sight and Sarah stood there and drank it in. Then she realized how thirsty the fighting had made her and she gestured to the bar maid who was still on station, a pretty brunette who gave Sarah an approving smile and nod as she drew a mug of beer and slid it down to Sarah. The victress downed it and gestured for another, which she then poured on the blonde who was still under her, held in place by Sarah’s foot. Sarah made sure the beer hit her face and her hair and she even thought about putting her foot in the blonde’s mouth and pouring the beer down her leg, but the jeans and shoes would make it difficult and she just decided that it was enough. Bending down, she patted the blonde on her bloodied and beaten face and thanked her for the rematch, and then she moved away from the bar.
At this point, Dani was sitting on the redhead and abusing her large breasts, much to the amusement of the crowd, and Sarah headed toward the back of the saloon in search of Courtney and the Persian girl. They were in the back of the saloon, and they had somehow gotten into the boxing ring. The Persian had Courtney stuck in the corner, leaning and pushing on her. The girls were both topless and they were standing chest to chest, faces pressed together, and they were pulling at each other’s black hair and hitting each other ineffectively. Sarah strode purposefully toward them and the crowd made space for her, respectfully and eagerly, and when she got to the ring she slid under the ropes and went right at the Persian, who had no idea she was there. Sarah yanked her backwards by the hair and flung her into the center of the ring. The Persian wasn’t done, though, and she pushed herself back up to her feet. The two catfighters, one with black hair and the other honey blonde, stood facing each other in the center of the ring, which was small and crowded, no room for any sort of skilled fighting. Just as both girls wanted it. Bare breasts rising and falling, their cheeks and eyes bruised and their mouths and noses bloodied, they paused for one spectacular moment and then they went at each other. Sarah took a punch to her breast but she got the Persian in the eye with a right fist. They came in closer and the Persian got hold of her hair with one hand and hit her in her big chest again. But Sarah nailed her in the mouth with a wild right and the other girl’s lips split open. The Persian groaned and covered her mouth with both hands and Sarah threw herself forward. They collided with a hard thwack and Sarah drove her back into the far corner and slammed her into the turnbuckle. The Persian was stuck there, her arms across the ropes and her head sagging back, and there was blood running freely from her mouth and onto her chest. Sarah hit her in the face and in the stomach and she slouched down and kept going until she landed on her ass, her back propped up against the turnbuckle. Sarah stepped back, considering how to hurt her now, but she felt a hand on her shoulder.
It was Courtney, who had recovered and was looking for some payback on the Persian. The Chinese beauty stood over the beaten Persian, her enormous breasts and her face showing all kinds of bruising and, Sarah thought, red circles that could have been bite marks, and her upper chest seeming to glow red from the burst blood vessels from whatever the Persian had done to her. And the perfect spheres of her ass and the straight lines of her thighs in her jeans, the sweat glowing all over her exposed torso, just as womanly as Sarah’s. The beaten girl stared up at the two of them and then it was three as Dani appeared at Sarah’s other side. She had dragged the redhead with her and left her beaten and helpless, propped up against the ring apron. The Persian girl closed her eyes and just waited for her fate and Courtney gave it to her. She pulled the Persian girl up to her feet and had Sarah and Dani hold her up between them, one arm each. Courtney slapped her across the face and hit her in her big boobs over and over, each strike loud even over the boisterous crowd. Finally, Courtney motioned for them to drop her and the Persian fell helpless to the match. And Courtney sat on her and, pulling her face up by the hair, told her to kiss her nipples or she’d make her watch while they hurt her friends until there was nothing left of them. Finally, the girl did as she was told and she kissed and licked and sucked on Courtney’s huge breasts for what seemed like forever. Then, when was satisfied, Courtney pushed her head down to the mat and licked the blood and sweat off of her face. The three winners posed for the crowd, holding each other’s hands up in victory, one foot each on the beaten and humiliated Persian beauty, all of them looking strong and feminine in their triumph with their hair and faces and bodies all a mess, everything as it should be. Then Steve Turnbull, who had been front and center by the ring apron for this last display, handed them jackets to cover up and they proudly walked toward the front door of the saloon. On their way, Sarah made eye contact with Gwendolyn and the platinum blonde with the rack and she gave both of them the finger. Then they left Handlebars and went home.
