Millie Bobby Brown wipes sweat from her brow. The midday sun beats down hard. She stands alone near a cluster of trailers.
Camila Mendes emerges from her trailer. She stretches her arms overhead. Her biceps flex under the bright light. Millie watches silently as she clenches her fists. Camila notices her glare. Mendes approaches slowly, her steps deliberate.
"Something on your mind?" Camila asks.
Her voice carried an edge. Millie didn't flinch. She stepped closer.
"That center spread should be mine," Millie said flatly.
Camila laughed softly. "Dream on, kid. She turned away dismissively.
Millie lunges. She grabs Camila's hair from behind. Yanks hard. Camila stumbles backward. She hisses in pain. Millie slams her forearm down on the back of Camila’s neck, then wraps her arms around Camila's waist, squeezing tight. Camila gasps for air Caught in Millie’s constricting reverse bear hug. Millie grunts, bends her knees, flexes her thighs to hoist the shorter gal up off her feet. Snarling, Brown twists her from side to side then throws her down to the grass. Mendes lands on her side, disoriented by the assault. And Brown is right on her, driving a knee into her rib cage. Snaking ten fingers into hair, Millie forces Camila onto her back and drags her across the lawn, jerking her head hard.
Tears well up in Camila’s eyes as her scalp is tested to its limits. Mendes manages to dig fingernails into her tormentor’s hands. Millie curses, stops her procession to kick down on Camila’s chest. She attempts a second kick, but Mendes grabs the offending foot, rolls her body to the side to trip Brown to the ground. Both women scramble to their feet, some distance apart. Millie is grinning widely.
“Mendes, you think you’re so tough? You look like shit,” Millie jeers.
Camila stands, disheveled but defiant, "You're out of your league!" she spits.
Millie steps forward quickly. She swings wildly. Her fist slams into Camila's taught stomach. A sharp thwack echoes. Camila doubles over briefly. Millie jams a knee into her belly. Camila steps back, then she straightens. Fury burns in her eyes. Camila blocks Millie’s next attack, then drives her own fist deep into Millie's fit midsection. Twice. And again. Millie gasps but responds in kind, aiming lower. Her cheap shot connects. Mendes winces, eyes wide as she takes a step back. Brown cocks her arm back reloading, but Camila steps forward and beats her to the punch, delivering a wicked, penetrating blow to Brown’s left tit and follows up with an uppercut below her navel. Millie’s shields fail upon impact. Millie chokes. Tears well up. Camila doesn’t stop. Camila throws a headlock on the younger woman, wringing her neck as she marches Millie around in tight circles.
Brown tries to break free by punching the older woman’s sides. Failing that , she tangles her legs up with Camila’s. They fall to the grass grappling for position as Millie slips the headlock. Brown attempts to grapevine Camila’s legs and pin her down. Camila easily breaks her legs free and kicks Millie away. But the younger gal is quick and agile. She leaps back, landing on top of Mendes. And yet, again, the solid and strong, Mendes rolls her off. Before Brown can scurry away, Mendes clutches her hair, jerks her back in and wraps her thick toned thighs around Brown’s waist.
Mendes is all business as she locks her vise tight. Millie struggles frantically, gasping for breath. Her attempts to pull free fail. She digs her fingernails into her tormentor’s skin. Camila glares at her, grabs hair and shifts her scissors up, locking her thighs around Millie’s head and neck. She squeezes relentlessly, pulsing her power. Millie's face turns purple. She claws at Camila's legs. Gasping. Sputtering. Shifting onto her back Mendes adjust her legs, leaving Brown trapped in a figure four neck lock. Instinctively, Brown claws at Camila’s flesh. Mendes seized her foe’s wrists and leans back, relishing the torment she brings.
Millie is frantic. She works to twist her body over, to somehow pull free. She plants her feet, bridges her butt up, but Camila cranks up the pressure, The bridge collapses.
Leaning her head close to her helpless foe, Mendes queries, "Had enough yet?"
Millie can only whimper in the affirmative. Camila’s legs snap open.
Mendes stands up, shakes out her legs. She runs her hands across angry red scratches. She stares down at her subdued adversary.
“Stupid child, mind you’re place,” Camila lectures, then turns to walk away.
Not ten paces away, she turns as she hears Millie cursing and sputtering defiantly.
Still on her back, resting on her elbows, Millie’s raspy voice calls out, “You bitch! This isn’t over!”
Camila shrugs, shaking her head. She walks back, looming over her battered foe. Brown mutters a litany of curses. Mendes steps over and drops down into a schoolgirl pin.
Defiant but not particularly aware of the precariousness of her situation, Millie blathers, “Let me go, you cxnt. Let me up and I’ll beat you unconscious,”
Camila smiles. She scoots forward to bounce her tight butt heavily on Millie’s small chest. kept her pinned. Millie howls, her small boobs pancaked. Camila slides forward, trapping Millie’s arms under her thighs and securing her head between her thighs. Sputtering, cursing, Brown still struggles to free herself. Camila reaches back with her left hand to squeeze Brown’s left tit. The litany of curses intensifies.
Shrugging, Mendes shifts her weight forward. She plants her butt squarely on Millie’s face. Millie's now muffled screams continue.
Camila laughed coldly. "Breathe me in, sweetheart. And for heaven’s sake shut the fuck up."
Mendes rocks her hips slowly. Grinding down. Cursing stops. Millie's body goes limp beneath her. Defeated. Broken.
Camila stands abruptly. Millie draws a deep breath, sobbing. Camila grabs a fistful of Millie's hair, drags her up onto her knees. Millie's eyes were swollen. Camila glares down as she forces Millie’s face into her belly.
"Kiss." Millie hesitated. Camila tightened her grip. "Kiss my abs!"
Millie presses her trembling lips against Camila's sweat-slicked stomach. Again. And again, Mendes twists her foe’s hair and slams Millie’s face against her oh so solid abs. Camila watches with cruel satisfaction. Millie, lips and nose bruised, whispers between kisses. "Please... stop..."
Camila released her grip. Millie collapses. Face-down in the dirt. Camila wipes her abs with Millie’s hair. "Remember this."
She turns walking toward the trailers—not once looking back. Millie has fallen to her haunches. Her shoulders shake silently. Tears stream down her face. The grass rustles around her. Alone.
