Here's the steamy, hot story by Maya & Jenn Peccavi, preceding the Club Orient fight 1 between Sarah & Jenn posted a little earlier today.
Enjoy!
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Kayla
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Club Orient Catfight
A collaboration by Maya02 and Peccavi
Club Orient, on the Caribbean island of St. Martin, is justly famous for its nude beaches. There are few things better than lying naked in the sun, watching and being watched. On a recent visit I had a confrontation on the beach that led to some catfight action.
My boyfriend Danny and I were spending a lazy morning on the beach, working on a tan, and sharing observations on the other guests. We've always been open about sharing our thoughts on
who we find attractive, and normally I enjoy that and don't find it threatening. But this morning was a bit different...
"Hey, Maya, check out this girl walking by. She's got great legs, doesn't she? I can imagine them wrapped around me," he teased. I looked up and this bitch did have great legs, firm and strong,
and nice tits, too, I had to admit, though they were so large and full they looked as if they would be floppy in a year or two. But I was irked, partly because this girl was carrying a bit too much
weight. At about 5ft 5 she was shorter then me, she had a big ass and a plump tummy; I guess she weighed about 140 lbs and her dimensions would be around 36D 29 35. Danny for some reason finds chubby women attractive, and it infuriates me. I take a lot of pride
in my appearance; I know I look good, at 5 ft 9 I am tall, with firm breasts and I work hard not to carry any extra weight, and at 34D 25 36 I don't. "Do you think so?" I replied; and then in a voice loud enough for her to hear, I said "Some people really don't look good enough to walk on a nude beach" This stopped the bitch in her tracks, and she turned to us. "I beg your pardon?" she said in a phony sweet voice, indicating that she had heard me very well.
"You heard me, fat girl" I sat up on the blanket, ran my fingers through my shoulder length brown hair before leaning back on my hands, and spreading my legs, so that when she looked down she got an eye full of my carefully trimmed pussy. I was taunting her with how good I looked. "You should be over at the workout room"
She thought about that. "Or else I could just flash my cxnt at every guy on the beach, like some cheap slut" she said evenly.
This girl really punched my buttons; I was furious, my heart pumping, my mouth dry. "If we were somewhere else right now, I'd kick your ass" I said. She looked as if she would love to have a piece of me, but said only "Maybe we'll meet again, bitch, if you're not afraid", looked Danny right in the eye, ran her hands over her tits
provocatively, turned and walked down the beach. I was mad enough to run after her and start something on the spot, but Danny held my arm. Although he loves nothing better than to watch me fight, he knew any fight on the beach would be broken up instantly. "We're here all week; we'll see her again. I hope!" he said his eyes
gleaming. He kissed me and ran his hand up and down my arm as if sizing up my muscles . "I'm sure you'll get even with her when you do, Maya" I lay back down, seething, trying to get back in the spirit of the day, but all I could think about was tearing that bitch apart.
That evening we went to one of the bars on the island. Danny bought a round of drinks and we sat and chatted looking at the passing scene. I finished my drink excused myself to go to the washroom and said I would buy another round of drinks on my way back. I was walking back to the bar to get the drinks when I saw that fat girl I'd exchanged words with on the beach earlier. She was sitting on the table where Danny was sitting. The bitch wore a very expensive
looking black dress with a pearl necklace. I watched as she stretched her legs out, dangling them over the table. Danny, damn him, was admiring them and she lapped it up. She looked over and I
am sure saw me, and stroked her breasts with her hands, then turning back to him and fluffed up her shoulder length brunette hair. She picked up a drink and sipped it as I got closer.
Needless to say, I was livid. I was tempted to throw both drinks in her face, but I thought that would be a waste. And I was a bit confused. I wasn't used to getting this angry about another woman. I knew how good I looked; why did I feel this insecure? Why did this fat bitch look so confident? I wanted to rip that black dress off and teach her a lesson. I put the drinks down carefully; she watched with a smirk on her face that I dearly wanted to wipe off. I walked around
the table and stood close to her. "Glad to see you're covered up now." I said quietly, "That nude beach was no place for you."
She just casually swung her legs back and forth and replied, "I thought you'd be up on stage flashing your pussy, you love it so much." She shifted her weight so that her tits were only inches
from Danny's face. Clearly he was enjoying this, and even though I knew he was only trying to get me going, it was still infuriating.
"You know, fat girl, you and I have a problem", I said looking at her levelly. She held my gaze, even while casually sipping her drink. This cxnt was a cool customer. "Yes, we do. And what do you propose we do about it? You could throw those drinks in my face, which I know you want to do. I could take your boyfriend upstairs and fuck him all night, which you know he wants to do. Or we could do what you and I both want do, and that is settle it privately, just you and me."
I could feel my hands instinctively curling into claws as she spoke. "I'll meet you on the beach, where we spoke this morning, at 10." I said, "The beach should be deserted at that hour, and there
is a full moon." "Fine," she replied. "And you can bring him", pointing at Danny, "as long as he just watches. Maybe he'll get turned on watching me kick your ass; maybe he'll come visit me in my room
later." She said this so calmly and so insolently, I was trembling.
"Now get the fuck away from this table before I rip that expensive dress from top to bottom", I said in a voice calmer than I felt. She slowly slid off the table, but before she left, she cupped her
tits and looked directly at Danny. Then she casually touched herself between her legs, in a way that no one but I could see, and looked at me and mouthed the word: pussy. Then, in no particular hurry, she walked away briefly stopping to talk to another couple at a nearby table . I was furious, and sat down and finished my drink in one gulp. This was one appointment I was so going to keep!
Although Danny tried to soothe me I was still seething and a few moments later I walked over to the table at which the bitch had stopped. "Excuse me please, but who was the fat woman you
were talking to a moment ago? She really riled me."
The woman smiled, "She riled me too; she's a scheming nasty slut. I used to work with her, her name is Jenn Peccavi. but we called her "queen bitch" at work."
"Now come on, Debby" her partner said, "Calm down, just because she beat you in some cat fight at your work once. Lets enjoy our holiday"
I smiled and left thinking: so the cxnt is experienced, well so am I!
At 10 pm the moon was almost as bright as day, as I stepped from the shadows on to the beach. It was deserted, as I had expected, and I looked nervously up and down the beach. I should have
picked an earlier hour; I had had too much time to think about the fight. Danny was waiting , watching at the edge of the beach, with strict instructions not to break things up. I was wearing a
red halter top and a black miniskirt. All of a sudden I saw her, she walked naked on to the beach a few yards away. Her skin glowed in the moonlight, and she still had that insufferable smug look
on her face. No doubt she thought her lack of clothes would give her the advantage, but I quickly removed mine, and walked naked to meet her.
"Hi slut," she said. "Ready to be trashed? Are you as scared as you were earlier this evening? And where is that lovely boyfriend of mine... err, yours at the moment, but after this fight, mine
for sure?"
Fuck you, bitch, I was thinking. My heart raced as I got closer to this slut. I'd been thinking about settling my score with her all day. "I don''t think I have any reason to be scared of you, bitch."
She approached me with her hands in front of her, then startled me with a rugby style tackle that knocked me off my feet. She's faster than she looks, I think, and she's fit. I quickly rolled over and back on my feet; all my nervousness gone after this initial contact.
She rushed me again and this time aimed a kick at my stomach. It was a glancing blow which didn't do any damage, but it allowed me to step inside and give her a hard punch to the stomach.
She seemed pretty soft and vulnerable there. I was right; she gasped and cried "Fuck you, bitch" as she staggered back. But she recovered quickly with an uppercut to my chin, a solid punch which staggered me. This slut was stronger than I thought. This was going to be a tough fight. But I recovered quickly and delivered a hard punch to her left breast. She wasn't bothered by this and closed with me; we were grappling, trying to gain some advantage. Her weight was an
advantage here; she's tough to move. I found myself pushed back, and then felt the pain of a knee in my cxnt, and then I was falling to the sand, cleverly tripped by this bitch who obviously knows
how to fight.
Although she landed on top of me, I grabbed her hair and pulled her off. Now I was on top, delivering a sharp knee to her cxnt before I straddled her. From her grunt and the look on her face, I knew that knee hurt. Spitting sand out of my mouth, I gave her a hard backhand across the face. "Fucking fat bitch", I snarled. She grabbed my hand with both hers, and pulled me off, sending us rolling over and over in the sand, each trying to stay on top, slapping and punching as we rolled.
