The fight approaches, and am assured that Vanessa is no match for me, in spite of some unfortunate incidents in our past. I let everyone know that I intend to wipe the community hall’s stage with Ms Vanessa’s dangling udders, without resorting to anything other than my ‘Irish Creamers’. I do give her a chance to avoid pain though, and offer a tit duel to orgasm, but I don’t expect her to accept. The horny whore would go off like a rocket.
My jeans look like they are glued on, and I will be wearing red heels and a red bra, accenting my smooth ivory flesh. It is important to look good with all our neighbors watching. I am sure all the men will be ogling the two of us, and praying for the bras to come off early. I wonder how the less endowed in our community feel about all the men staring at us, such as Maureen. It must be even worse for the non- endowed, like Dee. Oh well , never mind them, my Tim reports that he has gotten the OK from Lucky for the fight to take place at prime time in the hall.
The minutes till our duel are ticking down and I start to glisten, as I hear the crowd growing, and our friends offering their opinions. Although I hate the idea of rounds, and rules, the club insists on five minute rounds, and an escape provision if a fighter is in an untenable position. By forfeiting her bra, or her jeans , and finally her panties, any hold must be released. How wonderful will it be if she shouts for escape, and leaves herself naked! Otherwise, the fight goes to submission, targeting only breasts, unless one or the other attacks elsewhere.
This is it, am being called, I blink as I enter the stage from the left, and see a mob, hooting and cheering, and see that brazen slut waving her saggy tits around in a cheap black bra.
“Time for everyone to see what you are made of, Vanessa honey!” as the bell is about to ring.
