20 Pulaski Park Pulchitude
I looked round the packed Pulaski Park bar- to call it a nightclub would be generous and wished Vic was here.
He had been angry, saying he wanted to consult his attorney, when Kelly told us that she was giving Jo St Leon a second chance after her mess up at the New Globe Oktoberfest fundraiser and had assigned her the task of organising a promotion for our CD. As Vic had pointed out at our post-mortem after the successful launch at Emily's there were just too few rich professionals to sell our product to, we had to widen the audience. We had indeed done that at Emily's but we needed to do a lot more. And St Leon had delivered the goods.
She'd promoted the event and tonight the bar was full of - was full of twenty and thirty-somethings, office and shop clerks, tradies the target audience we wanted.
Jo had sweet talked the owner of the bar into allowing us to show off the CD's – to play them during breaks in the music the band played. We had paid a few hundred dollars for the privilege which the bar used to offer a voucher for cheap drinks. That offer had brought people in.
Jo's suggestion at meeting before the event that we offer another voucher for anyone who bought a CD had paid off too. “Look CD's are so cheap to buy and cut . You've got a big markup. A voucher won't cut into it that much; you'll still have s hefty profit margin."" She'd been right. And now on the night I thanked her for the idea. She smiled warmly.
Vic should have seen it. So should Kelly- for the opposite reasons. After the Oktoberfest debacle Kelly needed to see the success Jo made of the event here.
“Nothing that Wendy couldn' t have done herself” a pouting Elena snapped. She'd grudgingly suggested the venue, but had otherwise refused to cooperate.
“No!”snapped Alison Baur, raising her head from the nearby temporary stall. We had setup a table, a chair and some display material. Kelly – I guess- had assigned Alison to help Jo. She was doing a brisk trade selling the CD's and our latest product an exercise manual. “Wendy had no original concepts. She just stole Bethany Beaverbrook’s.”
I pricked up my ears; I knew Wendy had used Bethany’s ideas but this was the first I’d heard of her stealing them.
Alison’s words infuriated Elena. “You liar! Wendy didn’t steal anything,” Elena hissed glowering at Alison. “Face facts, you don’t need a fancy college degree to run a function.”She stepped towards Alison.
St Leon tried to mollify her. “Wendy herself said she built on Bethany's ideas, this time she didn't have that resource. It's a pity she wasn't here. I could have done with some help.”
“Yeah, its a pity Wendy wasn’t here. She wouldn’t put up with crap from your friend there. I won’t either. “Elena closed on Alison, her fists up.
“Elena!”The warning to calm down was evident in Malcolm’s sharp tone.
Elena rolled her eyes. She turned back to her circle of friends.
I tried to cheer her up. “Thanks for coming.” I smiled. 'and thanks for suggesting the venue and talking to the management.” . I chatted with her and Malcolm briefly. Elena introduced me to a circle of friends. One or two I already knew- Trudi, Elena's room mate before Elena had moved in with Malcolm -among them. Trudi had her arm wrapped around a guy's waist. He in turn was squeezing her butt. He looked familiar and I recognised him as Wayne the bartender at Emily's. Trudi had hit on him hard the night when Emily thrashed Elena.
“ Malcolm, looks to me as if everyone could do with some more drinks. Come and help me. I couldn’t carry all these even if I had a tray. Anyway you know what they are all drinking. “ I picked up some empties and he and I walked to the bar
“Peter, its easy, almost all the guys all drink beer, and most of the girls drink mixers and coolers.”He shook his head wryly. “And by this stage of the night I don’t think it would matter much which mixer you gave which girl. They’re all buzzed."
“Uh huh- and they’re all loud and shrill and talking about things that –apart from baseball- don’t interest you at all.” He nodded. I went on, “And that includes Elena. She’s reverted to type.” Indeed she was as loud and as buzzed as she had been when she fought Emily at Emily’s own beach bar a month or so ago Despite the cold outside- it was November – she –and almost all the other girls wore the skimpiest of clothes: in her case a black spandex halter, a pair of ragged denim daisy dukes and heels. In token acknowledgement to the snow and ice outside she had a white jacket with lapels of some sort of fur. Trudi was much the same- a blouse half unbuttoned so one could see most of her big bust and knotted and tied to show off her plumpish stomach and a skirt so short you saw her panties if she bent over. “Malcolm, she’s just not your type. Look at them,” I waved my hand indicating the crowd, “these are her friends, do you want to spend your time with people like this?”
“Don’t be such a snob!”Malcolm brindled.
"Hey, you know my friend Drew, I go wind surfing with him. “Malcolm nodded, he had met Drew- a metal worker- a few times on the beach. “His girl is just like this lot- perhaps a few years older but otherwise the same. And I get on fine with them. We talk about sport and cars. And that’s about it. And that’s fine, they are our common interests. But I’d not want to spend my life with them. They are good friends, I’d do a lot to help them out and they’d do the same for me . But I’d not want them living next door. Do you want to spend your life with these people? Call me a snob if you like but I’ve got your interest at heart.”
“Peter, you’ve met my mom.”
“Yes” I was taken aback by his non sequitur.
“Do you know where she lives, where we grew up?”
“No,” I still didn’t see where the conversation was heading. I didn’t know where most of my friends parents lived.
“She lives in Washington Heights, that’s where I went to school. That’s right , its not the best neighbourhood, not the worst either by a long way. I got a scholarship to college. And I did well. And that’s why I’m here today -living the American dream of success with effort. The dream that is turning sour for too many people recently. But it's not the time to talk politics, anyway I know you agree with me. Look I'm shy, I never made friends easily, and as for girls! By the time I came back from London where the firm sent me, there were few around not already spoken for. Margot kept me stringing on; it was as if she was waiting to see if there was some better guy around. I got tired of being a backstop. Elena came after me. She knew who she wanted and she was determined to get it. She's sexy, strong willed and she loves me enough to fight for me."
"Bud, you've been watching too much film noir. Your painting Elena like one of those femme fatales. “
“So perhaps she is, and she cooks good. And she's learning fast- she can talk films, music as well as baseball. She’s clever. Hell, I guess I am her own version of the American dream. – so what if she loves me partly because I’m a rich attorney. I’ve heard your grandfather say he thinks a lot of the war brides came out from the mess that Europe was after the war not just because they loved the GI’s but because they too wanted a better life in America. And most of them made happy marriages. Peter face it , you just don’t like the girl. Kelly is a snob and it brushes off on you.”He turned to order the drinks.
I shrugged, there was no point in getting into an argument with my friend. He’d find out soon enough. Moreover he had a point; Kelly was a snob, or at least her reason for not coming to the event was snobbish. “The people, Peter the people. Too many like Elena, gutter trash! They drink, they fight, they fuck. Spare me that.”
Indeed it seemed from some raised voices behind us that Malcolm would find out that Kelly was right very soon indeed. I looked at the source of the noise. As I had expected Elena was in the thick of it. She stood, head jutting forward, left arm on hip, her right fist shaking inches from the face of another girl. I looked, they were almost identically dressed; no they were identically dressed –except when I looked closer, Elena’s outfit was designer label, the other girl’s an imitation.
Indeed it seemed that was one spark to the argument.
“You jostled me and my friends.” Elena jabbed a finger in the air. “That’s what brought this on. You bumped Trudi so hard she spilt her drink down my jacket. Look at it, all stained.” It was true, the white fur on her lapel was liberally streaked and spotted with brown- probably coke and bourbon.
“It’s not my fault,” Elena’s equally angry opponent- a brunette retorted, “the room is so crowded. Why did she stand blocking the walkway!” Even from where I stood about a yard away I could smell the alcohol on her breath. She may not have been drunk but she was far from sobriety.
“You should have stepped around her. First” and Elena jabbed one finger in the air an inch or so from the almost identically dressed brunette’s nose “she was there before you. Second” and Elena extended two fingers from her fist and jabbed them in the air, “Trudi was standing still, it was you who bumped her. Third” and Elena’s three fingers danced so close to the brunette’s face I thought she would poke her eye out, “ you meant to bump her, that wasn’t an accident that was deliberate, no one accidentally bumps someone so hard they hit the person next to them.” The angrier Elena became the less logical were her arguments. I shrugged, she was buzzed, she too had drunk too much. She waved her fingers in the brunette's face again. . “Look what you did to my jacket. Ruined, it cost my guy $300.”
“Your guy’s a fool. I bought this for $40 in Walmart,” The brunette retorted. She knew from Elena’s gasp and red face she’d scored.
“Calm down Elena, you can get it dry cleaned.”Malcolm tried to soothe his angry girl
“She,” Elena jabbed at the brunette, “should apologise."
“Elena, please.”Malcolm’s voice was steely.
“She should apologise” Elena repeated.
Malcolm slipped his arm round Elena's waist and pulled her a foot or two away.
“At last.” Alison smirked, I'd not heard her approach. “ Malcolm needs to bring the bitch into line. Elena is asking to be put over a knee and spanked till she learns some sense.”
“I heard that!”Elena hissed. She clenched her fists.
“I hope your man did too. Either he brings you into line or someone else is going to do it for him- just like I hear Emily Layne did not so long ago”
Elena broke away from Malcolm, she stepped towards Alison, her fists up.
“ I hear she put you out cold. You should learn from that and be a bit less aggressive. “Alison continued coolly. “Perhaps someone else will bring you into line, if your guy doesn’t. He should cut off your alcohol earlier. That way you wouldn’t get into situations with the likes of her.”Alison gestured at the brunette.
“Ooof” Elena was brought up short when Malcolm wrapped his arm round her waist, partly winding her and dragging her back.
“Elena. Settle. Down” Malcolm’s warning was sharp and pointed.
“Malcolm, “Trudi tugged his arm. “It’s not Elena’s fault. The other girl started it. She pushed me.”
“No, you were in the way, You shouldn’t block the passage way with your big ass.” the brunette smirked.
Trudi turned to her. Before she could say anything the brunette snapped. “Don't try anything girl. Your friend's guy has it right. He got her away safely before her fancy clothes got ripped. Stay out of the way in future. If you can. Perhaps you cant help it. Perhaps you're always in the way. Call you pothole. Or pot belly.” the brunette smirked.
“You tell her Nicky!” one of the brunette’s supporters encouraged her.
“Now that was unfair,” Jo whispered, “yes she does run to fat a bit but she’s no pot belly. That brunette is trying to buy a fight.”
“She’s bought it!” I replied as Trudi’s arm snaked out to grab the brunette- Nicky I guessed- short hair. She hauled her close and tried to slap the brunette’s face with her other hand. Quick as Trudi was Nicky was quicker. She caught Trudi’s wrist, dragging it down and away from her face. She swung her knee up burying it in Trudi’s stomach. Spittle sprayed from the plump blonde’s mouth as air rushed from her lungs. She let go of Nicky’s hair and staggered back holding her gut. Nicky followed the gagging blonde, slapping at her face.
“Nicky’s clearly fought before. See how she provoked Trudi into swinging at her. Now she can take to her and claim it’s self defence.” Jo whispered
“ A good trick, how often have you used it?” I was sure from watching her fight Olivia Laurence that Jo was no stranger to fighting either. She batted her eyelids and giggled coyly as I went on. “Uh huh. Trudi’s probably too buzzed to have considered that. "
“ Typical of her sort. I wonder how long it will take for Nicky to work her over?”
For a long moment Nicky had it all her own way; landing slap after slap on a gasping, groaning, Trudi who seemed unable to defend or avoid the blows. It wasn’t till she’d been backed against some tables that she stemmed the tide by grabbing a chair and hurling it at her persecutor. Nicky avoided the chair easily but doing so- she sidestepped- broke her rhythm.
Trudi attacked as Nicky was still turned side on. She seized a fistful of the brunette’s hair. She used her weight to drag Nicky down. Nicky stumbled, one of her heels snapped. She stumbled again as Trudi controlled her, swinging her, pulling her, forcing her to follow her as she clenched Nicky's hair. Nicky gasped. She tried to get upright but failed when Trudi kneed her in the side and swung her hard into the table.
Trudi tried to press her advantage, yanking Nicky’s hair. The brunette again swung her knee deep into the blonde’s stomach . Again Trudi reeled back. Nicky attacked but Trudi grabbed onto her – it seemed to steady herself from falling. She lurched forward crashing into the brunette. Nicky had not seen Trudi’s foot slip behind hers. Nicky stumbled as the blonde’s weight fell on her. They crashed to the floor, Trudi on top.
“Perhaps Nicky won’t work Trudi over after all.” I whispered.
For a second or so the two girls lay there, Nicky seemed too stunned by the fall, Trudi as if trying to figure out how to keep the advantage. “Straddle her, get up on your knees and straddle her, control her!”Elena yelled.
“Why doesn't security stop them?” Alison asked Elena. . Elena gaped and looked at Malcolm. She'd been caught out - her excited flushed face, her shining eyes, her tensed body told how much she was enjoying the spectacle, Alison answered her own question. “They happen all the time here don't they Elena?”
The blonde hung her head and muttered something .
It seemed her advice had come too late for , Nicky started to roll. Trudie pushed her down again. Nicky swung her knee striking the blonde in the side. Bracing herself with her right hand on the floor she pushed up and to her left. “Stay down bitch” Trudi hissed. She should have saved her breath as Nicky proved her strength, forcing the big blonde off her. Trudi wrapped an arm round Nicky and dragged her as she rolled sideways. Nicky locked an arm round Trudi’s waist and the two girls rolled around in a tangle of slapping arms and kicking legs. A few seconds later and they were parted, each scrambling to their feet. Trudi’s blouse hung open, it had lost all its buttons. Her face and upper body was red from the slaps; she was panting from the exertion Nicky was breathing heavily but otherwise not affected.
Nicky dashed forward, firing light jabbing punches at her foe. Trudi, flat footed and slower, tried to respond. She hit a few back.
“OK that will do!” Wayne reappeared, he pinned Trudi’s arms behind her as some other man dragged Nicky back.
“I want at her!” rudi panted.
“That will do,” repeated Wayne as he hauled the struggling blonde back. “You both need to cool it. Come on or I’ll dunk your head in an ice bucket. You could do with a wash and freshen up anyway.
“He’s right hun” Elena surprised me, “I’ll help you brush up. Let’s go to the wash room.”
As they walked off , Malcolm turned to me. His look said it all. And I ate crow . “You were right, Elena has changed, she was restrained. Well you restrained her. “ He looked at me again. “I said Yes alright. I admit it, I expected her to rip into Nicky the way she did to those poor girls at Wrigley Field. “ I changed the subject, turning to Jo and Alison. Entertainment over, back to business. Who's minding the sales booth?”
“We put the CD's away while we came over” St Leon answered.
“Yes but the fun's over, come on, you're not paid to watch a cat fight, you're paid to be here to market CD's”
“Oh cut them some slack” Malcolm surprised me. St Leon and Baur were already walking back. I saw them unpack the display and get going again. A few moments later St Leon asked me to come and autograph some of the CD's. “Yes I know it sounds silly, you're only took the pictures”
“And only a few of them Jo” I added.
“But they” she waved her hand, “would like an autographed CD. It makes them feel special. They know you're here. I'm glad Vic isn't. He’d want to charge more for autographed copies. That's not the point. We will sell a lot more I of your back stock- the relaxation CDs if they are autographed.. Come over and be nice to the crowd”
There was a break in the music. . Jo grabbed the microphone and announced that I'd be autographing CD's . “Your only chance to have one autographed by the photographer.” A queue quickly formed. She was right, we were going to sell a lot more.
Jo and Alison were plugging the CD's hard. Alison even used the short fight between Trudi and Alison to her advantage in the sales pitch; I heard her talking to some girl. “Yes that was a scuffle. If those girls had been a bit calmer they wouldn’t have fought at all. They should have bought the relaxation CD's.” She smiled. “ That fat blonde had a lot of fire but not much strength, she should have bought the workout programme. She might have done better. She was lucky it ended there, she was going to get a beating.”
“He shut that!” Elena stalked over. “Trudi is not fat!” She leanedt over the table, glaring at Alison. “ And she was just getting going. Don't insult my friends”
“Elena, come back please, she's not insulting Trudi.” Malcolm seized his girl's arm.
“But she did, she called her fat.”
“Elena it doesn't matter.” Malcolm said, half dragging the angry blonde away..
“Malcolm, that’s the third time that bitch has insulted me. I
“I don’t want to hear any more about it Elena. Please.”
He all but dragged her away. Alison took one last shot at her. Turning to me she said loudly, Gotta feel sorry for Malcolm. Poor joker. He just can't take Elena anywhere
The crowded bar began to fill even more and I knew why so many of Elena's friends were such skimpy outfits. The heat from the tightly packed alcohol fuelled dancing crowd was making me sweat even though I was standing observing.
And there was a lot to observe. Many of the gyrating couples on the packed dance floor merely pretended to dance. Some were necking, some were groping each other and a few were going further still. The music changed to some slow ballad sung by a female crooner, the band was quiet. The scene changed from fast sweaty dancing to a slow lustful grind. Everywhere girls, their eyes closed as if by not seeing they imagined it was not happening, their mouths lolling open, were fondled.
I walked over to Alison and Jo. “You girls may as well pack up. There's no point in trying to sell those CDS, the crowd has other interests.” I helped them pack and put the boxes away. As we walked back Alison pointed out Malcolm and Elena dancing- groping would have been more appropriate, they were necking, Elena ground her body against him, he squeezed her butt and ran his other hand over her back before squeezing a breast.
The band paused. Elena and Malcolm walked off the dance floor their faces flushed, and shiny, their breath shallow; Elena's breasts heaved beneath her halter.
“There's dirty dancing and then” Alison paused and looked straight at Elena, “there's positively filthy dancing. I'm just surprised you didn't give him a lap dance!”
Elena looked daggers at Alison. Malcolm said something I didn't quite catch . Elena turned, she sighed- her shoulders heaved, she walked away
It was probably about ten minutes after the band started again when Jo tapped my shoulder and pointed. . Nicky- the girl who was beating Trudi when that fight was stopped- was dancing with her back to her partner. His hands rubbed her tummy, inwards and outwards, getting lower each time. His thumbs were inside her daisy dukes. He got lower yet. Nicky's mouth gaped open, her legs trembled. “He's feeling her pussy.” Jo said.
“Indeed he is” agreed Elena. Like Jo and perhaps Alison I’d been too engrossed in the show before us to pay attention to those behind us. Malcolm and Elena must have come back.
Malcolm sounded shocked. “Look at her! She's being groped like every other trashy, smutty girl on the dance floor.”
“What a slut.” Agreed Alison.”Yet nobody seems to want to stop it. Does it happen often here?” She stared at a very sheepish Elena and answered her own question. “No one seems to be even slightly surprised. I guess it must happen very often. Just like the fights. You know a lot of people here. You must come here a lot.”
“I used to” Elena blushed..
“But not any more? That's good. Can’t imagine any of your friends doing that can you Elena?”
“Oh no!” Elena responded quickly.
Jo seemed to sigh. I glanced at her. Her mouth too was slightly open, her eyes very bright or were they glassy? Her bosom rose and fell with each breath. She gripped my arm tightly as we watched Nicky grind her ass against the man behind her and his hand sink inside her shorts. Nicky leaned back, her head nestling on the man's left shoulder. Even in the gloom I could pick out the bulge his rubbing fingers made inside her shorts. His other hand fiddled with the zip and the stud on her daisy dukes.
“He’s going to strip her,” Jo seemed to shudder slightly, “or maybe finger fuck her like she is” she gasped.
“Yes “Elena was derisory . “Look at her she’s going to be publicly fucked. Imagine that, groped then fucked – where everyone could watch. Disgusting, degrading”
She nudged me and discreetly pointed at Jo. I turned to look at the tall blonde. She was trembling, , her breath shallow, her lips parted, her eyes- yes they were glassy- were fixed on the unfolding scene. She shook again then stumbled, almost falling. I caught her, slipping my hand round her waist to keep her upright.
“Shameless, and soon legless. She's totally out of it; imagining herself there” Elena jerked her thumb at Nicky and her unknown partner who had just succeeded in snapping the stud on Nicky’s shorts. They slid to the floor to the accomplishment of a few cheers. The guy spun Nicky around. Her long brunette hair shimmered in the half light as he gathered her into his arms. Jo shivered, if I wasn't holding her arm she'd have fallen. She began to touch herself with her other hand, gently rubbing on the outside of her skirt, pushing the fabric in between her legs.. “So much for being a “lady”. Elena turned to Alison,. “So your prissy blue-blood friend is no better than the rest of us. She's disgusting,”
“Uh-huh. You'd not do that would you?”
“No way!” Elena shivered. “The thought of it, being exposed like that! Ugh No, I'd not, I'm not a slut like her-nor are my friends! Say what you like we're not like her! Dancing's one thing, masturbating like her,” she pointed to Jo, “quite another!”
“It's the place that this sort of thing happens, the place you used to go to often.” Alison reminded Elena of her own words earlier. Malcolm gripped Elena's waist tightly. Again Elena hung her head
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Alison nudged me. She pointed at another couple. I peered into the gloom. It was Trudi and Wayne. Trudi’s torn blouse hung open, her bra straps flapped, the bra itself had been pushed up exposing her opulent 36DD rack each breast pierced by stainless steel nipple rings.
Just as the tide and waves on a beach push some objects to the shore so the tightly packed dancers pushed Wayne and Trudi towards the edge of the floor and towards us. Trudi faced me with glazed unseeing eyes. When Wayne squeezed Trudi’s breasts with his fingers and slid the top of his thumbs into the nipple rings, jerking them, causing Trudi to gasp with pain, Jo watched, trembling, panting, her arm clutching mine, her mouth lolling open.
Trudi’s gasp grew to a squeal as Wayne grew rougher. He squeezed her breasts more tightly and jerked harder. Then her squeal became a moan, Wayne dropped his right hand down, over her plump belly and further, burrowing inside her skirt. She moaned louder as his fingers wiggled inside the skirt. Releasing his hold on her breasts he slipped his left hand round her back, holding her close as he plundered her mouth with a deep kiss. Even as he kissed her his right hand pulled her skirt up, exposing panties which he jerked down almost to her knees. They slid the rest of the way to the floor, prompting a few cheers.
A slight moan escaped Jo’s lips, she trembled more
The cheers seemed to waken Trudi to what was about to happen to her. She broke the kiss and stepped back only to be gathered in again by Wayne’s left arm, still holding her waist. He jerked her nipple ring with his right hand . She squealed. He unzipped his jeans and pulled her skirt up once more. He entered her. Trudi’s eyes rolled back as he fucked her. She opened her legs more widely to accommodate his thrusts which continued till she arched her back tossed her head and moaned loudly.
Alison said loudly, “Disgusting but what do you expect from trash!”
Elena started to say something- she was red faced, clearly embarrassed at what her ex roomie was doing,. Alison cut her off. “Look at your whorish friend. You'd have done the same. But she's doing it cuz she's drunk, you'd do it when your sober, to get your claws into Malcolm. She may be whorish, you're a whore. And I guess you're cheap enough for Malcolm's tastes!”
Elena gasped and looked over to Malcolm. He sighed with exasperation, shrugged and nodded. Then he stepped back making some room as Elena swept in, her hands up, reaching for Alison. Alison pivoted on her left leg. Elena, committed to her charge, stumbled past, trying to stop and turn. Alison slugged her hard in the belly. Elena gagged and almost fell as Alison shoved her hard.
I pulled out my cell phone and snapped my first photo. Kelly would kill if she heard about the fight and I had no photos for her. Jo clutched my other arm more tightly yet. “What are you doing?”
“Keeping a record, “ I wasn't going to tell her I did it for Kelly. I searched for another explanation- one that wouldn't class me as just another man who got off on watching women fight. A glance at her face gave me the answer. “I'm doing it for you, you want to see this don't you?”
Jo nodded.
Cumbered by her heels Elena fought to stay upright as Alison unleashed a barrage of slap at the blonde's face. Most got through, Elena was off balance; stung by Alison's taunts she had reacted without thinking properly while Alison had clearly engineered the situation.
I took a closer look at Alison, sizing her up against Elena. They were similar in height- Alison might have been an inch taller, perhaps five foot seven; and in weight probably both around 135lbs. Alison had come appropriately for a business function, in a suit, but with a low cut shell rather than a blouse. The shell stretched tight across her substantial bust- a good couple of bra sizes bigger than Elena's pert 34Bs' and the shell gave a good view of her cleavage. Her shoulder-length brunette hair hung straight down. She wore a good deal of costume jewellery – gold bracelets on both arms, a gold chain round her left ankle, a gold collar and a chunky gold pendant, the bottom end of which nestled between her breasts.
But what caught my attention most was her aggressive fighting. She already had Elena in trouble, she'd got in many unanswered blows, the blonde's face was red from the slaps that had rained down on it. She was gasping for breath, stumbling back as she tried to get some room to regroup. Alison didn't allow her any time, but kept raining strong swinging slaps on the blondes' face and upper body. As Elena began to defend more successfully- bringing her hands up to parry the attack, parrying or deflecting some of the slaps, Alison unleashed a kick that pounded the blonde's stomach. Elena reeled, doubling up , spluttering. Alison seized her hair, dragging her forward. Elena just managed to avoid her face being slammed onto Alison's upraised knee.
“Elena!” Malcolm's gasp and his anguished face told all who were interested he did care for his girl.
Although she had avoided a battered face, and probably a broken nose, Elena was suffering. As she again fought to get upright, bracing her hands on her knees, she was subjected to vicious hair pulling. Alison seized two fistfuls of hair and jerked them unmercifully. Elena gagged, she groaned as the brunette pushed her round the small space between tables and the dance floor. Elena seized a clump of brunette hair, but was forced to relinquish it as Alison's knee thudded into the blonde's stomach again. Alison dragged Elena's head down. Desperately Elena punched repeatedly at Alison's sides. The blows seemed to have little effect, Alison continued jerking the blonde around. It wasn't till Elena's knee pounded Alison's thigh that Alison gasped and lessoned her grasp on Elena's hair, enough to let the blonde up again.
I snapped two more photos of the hair-pulling battle.
Elena gripped some brunette hair. She tried to shake the brunette’s head. For perhaps half a minute the two women struggled around the small space, crying out in pain as one scored a kick or thrust a knee into the other's body or thigh. In the end Elena groaned, she spluttered. She let go of Alison's hair and tried to push the brunette away. Alison tried to hold on but Elena's punches at her midsection made her change her mind.
The two women broke away and stood glaring at their foe. Elena had clearly suffered the worst, there was a bald patch on her scalp, her halter was torn -she pushed the strap up on her shoulder again from where it had slipped onto her arm, the fur lapel on her coat was torn, some of the fur had been ripped from it Her face was bleeding from many small scratches. But Alison had also suffered, she stood puffing, her breasts heaving, there were tears in her shell where Elena's nails had slashed.
I'd lost track of anything or anyone other than the fight and the fighters and of Jo still clasping my arm tightly. I looked round to see what was happening. Trudi, her hair plastered to her head, her face shiny with sweat stood topless- at least she'd found her skirt somewhere though it was askew- her hand wrapped round Wayne's waist. There was no sign of Nicky and her nameless partner. Jo's face was even more flushed, her breathing shallower than ever. Her opulent breasts heaved. Her eyes were glassy.
Alison attacked, sweeping in, then as Elena closed too, breaking to the side, launching a kick at the blonde. Elena turned, the kick missed but Alison was already swinging her right arm in a slap that almost knocked Elena sideways. Pivoting from her hip Alison brought her left arm around in another slap that again knocked the blonde. Elena groaned, she swayed on her feet, collecting herself just in time to cop another slap. Then when the fourth slap hit, Elena' stumbled back. That was worth another snap. Encouraged Alison launched yet another slap. This time Elena ducked and the slap whistled harmlessly over her head. Elena's head slammed forward, into Alison's stomach. Stretched out and a little off balance by her failed slap Alison couldn't defend or retreat. She doubled over, a spray of spittle erupting from her mouth as air was forced from her lungs with a whooshing sound. And I was lucky enough to get just the right sequence of shots, elena's head butt followed by a photo of Alison's reaction, the spittle and then her staggering.
Elena got to her feet. She stood breathing heavily, recovering from the beating she had received. Alison came in, faster and more nimble than the battered blonde She danced around her foe, jabbing light but repeated punches at Elena's sides. Elena retreated, parrying some of the blows dodging others but trading space for time till she realised Alison had all but trapped her in a corner formed by tables and chairs. Alison smirked, and let fly with more stinging slaps. Elena ducked then flung herself forward in a tackle forcing Alison to scamper back. Elena dodged to her side, again she had room to move. It seemed to do her little good as Alison continued weaving and dodging, firing blows at the slower blonde and avoiding those Elena tried to fire back.
Elena closed on her tormentor, body slamming her. She slipped her foot behind Alison's and almost tripped the brunette. Alison retreated, Elena followed her. Slowly- she seemed all but exhausted- Elena advanced. Alison stood her ground. The two began to slog it out. Slowly the tide turned. Elena began to hit more often, lighter jabs at Alison's face and upper body, harder fists and the occasional knee to Alison's gut. Alison, still firing her punches at the blonde, was forced to defend more. Alison deflected or parried many of the blonde's blows but her own blows were fewer and Elena too defended well. Elena began to move a little more freely; her breath was still laboured pants mingled with gasps when one of Alison's punches did more than usual.
The two slugged at each other, Alison aiming more at Elena's sides- an easier target for Elena kept her fists close, protecting her middle when not punching herself. She aimed her punches at Alison's centreline but mixed the target up, one at the brunette's face, another one at her boobs, another again at her upper chest, then maybe one at her stomach. They weren't that hard, she wasn't putting her weight behind them but they were enough to make Alison groan and gasp.
I got four good shots of the punching. I whispered to Jo, “You're going to love the pics as much as you love this action.” Her gasp told me I was right. I pushed the envelope, “You're getting off on this!” She nodded breathlessly. I wanted to push it a bit more, I'd seen how she got off on the public ses earlier, I was sure she ripe for fucking, I just had to pluck the fruit. I pulled her clutching hand off my arm and slipped it round her tightly. She huddled in close.
Elena began to pressure Alison more, her punches seemed to have more power, they made Alison gasp and groan and the brunette defended more and attacked less. She seemed slower than Elena now. Elena kept slugging hard, her ever harder blows hitting more often. Alison stumbled back, gasping, a thin trickle of blood running from a cut on her cheek. She regrouped, her arms up defensibly and for a few moments blocked most of Elena's punches . She fought back herself with some jabs to Elena's upper body. She kicked, Elena scurried back. Encouraged Alison attacked, her fists up.
“Arrrgh” Alison wailed. Elena had kicked her brutally in the stomach. Alison's face contorted in pain as she stumbled back. Elena pressed her advantage, firing a right jab at Alison's gut and a left at the blonde's face. Both hit. Alison groaned and a spray of spittle mixed with a few droplets of blood erupted from her mouth. The jab had all but winded her, the left cross had split her lip. Elena followed the retreating brunette, firing punches which seemed to thud into Alison's midsection. Alison stumbled, she dodged, she tried to retreat. Her defence faltered, Elena's punches hit more and more often.
Then seemingly from nowhere Alison summoned the strength to fire a hay-maker of a punch at Elena's head. The confident blonde had almost stopped defending, she was completely unready for the blow that rocked her head back. She screamed, she staggered back, her arms up defensively. Alison tried to press her attack, jabbing at Elena's sides and upper body. Elena clinched, holding onto Alison as if she could barely stand. Then she brought her knee up. It hammered the brunette's gut.
Alison groaned, she groaned again when Elena repeated the brutal blow. Both times spittle and some more blood was forced from Alison's mouth. Wide eyed, pale, her face contorted with pain and fear she stumbled, mouth open as she tried to breathe air into her shattered lungs. She knew unless she got some time to regroup she would lose. She must have known Elena wouldn't give her any chances. And she didn’t. Elena attacked mercilessly, punching hard at the brunette's face, snapping it from side to side. Her fist hit the brunette's chin. “That's for bitching about the bar!” Alison's head flew back her shoulder length hair flying around her. Alison brought her fists up to defend. Down went Elena's fists wit. Her left crashed into Alison's stomach. “That's for bitching about my friends- you're no better than they are.” Alison a left right combo that crashed into the brunette's gut, sending her sprawling. She didn't try to get up
Elena took a deep breath, then stepped over and embraced Malcolm. Her expression had gone from triumphant to crestfallen in the blink of an eye. “I tried,” she said to him. “I honestly tried.” I knew she was apologising for fighting.
Malcolm kissed her. “I know. It doesn’t matter. And you won. Let’s go.” He led her away, his arm round her waist.
“We’d better help Alison.” I said to Jo. We got her some towels, some antiseptic cream, some hot water. Jo took her to the bathroom patched her up.
Jo and I loaded all the unsold merchandise – there wasn’t much – into the Packard 12. I’d picked up the girls in that, not just because I liked driving it but also because it was so roomy that the merchandise fitted easily into the trunk. Even more than that though, I had wanted to impress the girls – and I did.
We dropped Alison home first. Jo went in with her for a few moments. When she came out again, I reached across and kissed her. She responded immediately, pressing herself close to me. I pulled her even closer as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. She broke the kiss first. “Not here,” she gasped. “Quickly.”
I shifted the car into gear and we drove away. My initial thought was to drive to her place but her hand in my crotch made me rethink that plan. I found a quiet lane near a park and pulled over.
“You want this?” I began, but got no further as she undid my trousers. We stripped each other urgently. I slid over to the right side of the car and pulled her on top of me. She straddled me, her skirt bunched up around her waist. As she pulled her panties aside with one hand, she sank onto me and I took her. Her passion was quite a handful – again I blessed the huge interior of the Packard 12. It was a long while later that I finally drove Jo home.
I got back into my car already working out what I'd need to tell Kelly; the fight yes- she'd love to hear that but screwing Jo? Kelly didn't need to know that and it was a need to know basis. Jo had shown herself as slutty as any of what Kelly liked to call gutter trash. Perhaps she needed to know that. I turned on the radio, PBS was playing a Mozart opera.
Cosi fan tutti That was the message I should give to Kelly “All women are like that””
My thanks to all those who helped- the usual crew Elena the Scribbler, Braveheart
