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« Reply #3 on: June 19, 2009, 11:22:20 PM » Quote Modify Remove
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HE GREAT BLONDE HYPE
I was having lunch at a McDonalds and I overheard two women at the next table. One of the women was telling her friend that she found a new manicurist since her old manicurist had left town after she got in a fight with the owner of the beauty shop. What I picked up from the conversation was the the blond beautician who owned the shop beautician who owned the shop beat up a little Philippiano manicurist and had to be pulled off the smaller girl by two men passing on the street.
Well that seems to be the way it goes, the fight gets broken up, you get there when it is over, or you miss it entirely, seldom are your there at the right time. But to satisfy my perverse curiosity I decided to walk around and see if I could find the shop.
On a run down side street, I found what seemed to be the right place. All of the workers in the shop were Asian, except for one really tall blond. She was very thin and extremely tall, over six feet! She had pale white skin and wheat colored hair. She probably was a real blond or at least a light brownett, but evidently lightened her hair because you could see slightly darker roots. In spite of being thin she was well toned, like a distance runner. Her best feature was her long pale legs, which she knew how to set off as she wore a black mini skirt and black calf length boots. I guessed that she was in her late 20's but found out latter she was actually 39. There was a picture of her in the shop window saying “ Alexandria's Beauty Salon” It said that in addition to her beautician's credentials she was from Austria and also was a ski instructor.
I would go by the beauty shop with the hope of meeting Alexandria, but this never did work out, but I did meet Ting, a Thai girl who worked there. Ting was tall for an Asian(about 5ft 8inches) and I could tell she did not like Alexandria who went by the nickname of Ally. It seems that Ally made all the girls pool their tips which they had to share with Ally, but Ally kept her own tips. Also Ally had a bad temper and was not above bullying the smaller Asians. She did not own the shop, but was only the manager. She shop was owned by the hotel across the street. The hotel hired mostly foreign women who they gave work visa's to enter the country, and did pay well, but the visa required that the workers live at the hotel and the hotel charged a lot for room and board. Ting also told me that I could forget about Ally because Ally was dating a Russian called Milosh. Ting also told me that Milosh was married and his wife was looking for Ally but did not know who Ally was. Then with a coy smile Ting said, “Perhaps Ting should tell her where to find Ally.”
Well the fight occured at the beauty shop and it was quick and decisive. It had been snowing that day with about an inch of snow on the ground so there was no business when a woman entered the shop wearing blue jeans and a brown parka. She was a big boned red head about 5 ft 9 inches. She took off the parka and had on a white tee shirt. She was well tanned and muscular( I later learned that she had been a dancer in the Soviet Union.) As I had said Ally was a full 6 ft 4inches with pale white skin and wheat colored hair and quite slender but toned as she had been a ski instructor so Ally had a 7 inch reach advantage on the Russian but was giving up about 20 lbs. As it turned out none of that mattered.
Thinking that the woman was a customer, Ally elbowed the other girls out of the way to get her for herself. Ally didn't realize her mistake until the woman reached out with her left hand and grabed the front of Ally's shirt, but then it was too late. Ally had a look of fear in her green eyes as the Russian pulled he forward into the punch that she was bringing up from her side. The punch landed on the left side of Ally's mouth with sicking force snapping the blonde's head back and to the side. Blood started to flow from the tall blonde's mouth and she went limp. The Russian released Ally's shirt and the tall blonde toppled forward and landed flat on her face. Ally lay there not moving with blood pouring from her mouth and running across the floor. Ally was probably not totally knocked out as she was moaning softly, but she was definately finished. So much for all of Ally's boasting of how she was going to destroy the woman and take her husband She never touched the Russian.Not over yet
The Russian stood astride the prostrate blond. She reached down and grabbed the collar of the Austrian's shirt and yanked it down off her shoulders and over her arms, trapping the taller woman's arms by her side exposing the Austrian's bony milk white back. The redhead grabbed the blond's shoulder and rolled her over on her back.
The Austrian had been crying causing her mascara to run and roll down her cheeks. The corner of her mouth and lower lip had been cut and was bleeding freely. Her upper lip was black and blue and swollen to twice its normal size.
The Russian mounted the blond and delivered a hard openhanded slap to her face leaving the red imprint of her hand on blonde's pale face. The slap seemed to bring the slender blond around as she started to struggle but her arms were hopelessly trapped by her shirt and the redhead's knees. The Russian grabbed the blonde's hair and jerked her head back. She looked at Ally's tear filled face and said, “ I thought you were tough. What do you think Milosh will say when I tell him I knocked his mistress out with one punch!” Ally's reply was too low to be heard, but it was clear from the shape of her lips it was, “Fuck you!”
The Russians rose up and pulled back her fist and brought it crashing down in the center of the blond's face. Blood spurted as she broke Ally's nose. Tears streamed from the Austrian's eyes as blood flowed from her nostrils. The Russian pulled back her fist this time striking the blonde's eye. She then used her left to hit the helpless womans other eye. She delivered three more punches the the crying woman's eyes and then with her left bloodied the other side of the Austrian's womans mouth.
Ally was crying like a baby and screaming surrender. “Stop! Please, no more. I quit, I don't want to fight any more. Milosh is yours. Please! Please! I'm finished.”
