My eyes adjust to the dim bar, I inhale deeply. Savoring the scent of sex, booze and perfume. There's nothing more thrilling than when I first come to work. Where else can I make money and fulfill my darker urges. There's just something about making another woman gasp out her surrender. I don't care if I'm banging boobs or making her cum until she drops to the floor. I love to win. My nipples start to harden thinking about it. You'd think after 3 years here, It would be getting old. But it's not, my appetite for womanly battle is greater than ever. I look around the bar, as I walk back to check my work zone for the night. Eyeing all the girls, it's obvious that we're not picked for our brains. Thick asses, top heavy we're all a wet dream walking. I send a wicked grin at some, mouth obscenities at one, in general start the psychological with my potential foes.
How Samantha had found enough like minded women to staff her bar was a little amazing. It might have been because you could only find out about openings here from some more select web sites. The week long hiring process was exacting. By day going over various cocktails, learning the lingo and bar layout. By night a body to body war with the owner, she wanted specific type of women and made sure she got them. I doubt there was a woman here that didn't dream about Samantha from time to time.
She kept it simple, her house her rules. You could be fired immediately if you hurt someone's face, we were eye candy after all. Other than that anything goes, mini skirmishes could take place anywhere as long as they didn't interfere with business. Money was the nightly prize after all. Samantha kept camera's everywhere to watch things from her office. She said it was to keep score so no one could lie, but I'm almost certain she was making side money by selling them. I didn't care, I just liked winning. The 2 top point girls took each other on for a 60 % take of the nights tips, the rest was split between the others. Points were easy to make, 1 point for a submission or making a girl cum. Extra point for getting her to do it in front of a customer. This style encouraged dirty nasty fighting. But it also required thinking, should I go all in on one girl or try to edge a few at once. Should I make a alliance to wear down a potential rival or work alone. My spine shivered at the endless possibilities.
I see I'm working the left side set of tables, I smile lot's of freedom of movement working the table sections. I can get at anyone I want to. I drop my wrap, exposing my bikini clad form. It's scandalous but far from my most risque. I wiggle my ass walking to wipe down my tables, I'm making my opening statement, reminding every onlookers what she'll have to deal with. I wonder who going to step up and how many.Every "work" day for the staff of the Catfight Cantina starts in the break room. Officially, we gather there a few ours before opening to go over our work assignments for the day, and so Samantha can make any announcements she needs to. Unofficially, it marks the start of the day's competition - who can arouse, seduce, fight, and fuck her way to the top by the time we all go home.
It's "Swimsuit Sunday," so we're all in our skimpiest bikinis today. Samantha doesn't have much for us, so we just get our assignments from the board and start setting up for the evening. As we mingle and disperse, we look each other over - ogling, smirking, muttering taunts or darting hostile glares.
I catch your eye, and the two of us exchange a glare - rivals from the moment we both started working here 3 years ago, we frequently find ourselves as the top two staff members of the night, fighting it out for 1st. I see you mouth "bitch" at me, and I mouth "slut" right back, before you turn and start walking out to handle the left-side tables, wiggling your sexy ass as you do. I ogle it for a moment, before I head over to the bar - I'm on bartender duty with Gabriella tonight.
Fewer opportunities to wander the Cantina causing trouble... but everyone has to swing by the bar multiple times during the evening, so there are still plenty of opportunities to rack up some points.As I start wiping down the bar, I see Gabriella walk over, shamelessly looking me up and down. Turning to face her, I smirk. "See something you like?" I taunt. Snarling, she gets right into my face, pressing her considerable tits into my equally large bust. "All I see is somebody I'm going to beat like a drum, slut," she growls at me as we grind our bikini-clad breasts together. Laughing at her mockingly, I surge forward, forcing her back with my tits. "Talk it cheap, bitch," I purr, before grabbing a rag and tossing it in her face. "Be a dear and wipe down the taps?" Before she can reply, I turn away and continue wiping down the bar.
And so the games begin.
I love my job.
Shannon
I nudge Allison, directing her attention to the opening salvo of womenly action. She looks delicious in her zebra striped number, "See Red, that's how you do it." Allison was new to this environment and I was mentoring her. Well for now I was, I could use her for my own reasons at the moment. As soon as she became inconvenient or too much of a threat, I'd deal with it. But for now it was helpful to have someone giving me a hand, both literally and figuratively. "Keep a eye on me Red, it's my turn to do some intimidation. Remember the mental battle is as important as the physical one." I saunter towards the bar, giving Chrissy the slow once over, my heels clicking on the floor with each step. She knows I'm coming and ignores it, she must be feeling confident today. I'll make her pay for this slight. Easing in behind her, I press my body against her back, letting my heavy breasts rest on her back. My hard nipples poking her when I lean over her to grab some rags. I make it a point to rest my free hand on her hip. My nails stroking from skin to fabric to skin, I inch them down that crease her bikini bottom string follows. "I see that must be scared after our last meeting Chrissy." I whisper in her ear. I note that all other waitresses are watching, evaluating the initial daily clash between us. It normally set the tone for everyone else. My tongue licks the edge of her ear. "Why else would you be hiding behind the bar?
Chrissy
I let out an involuntary moan as you press your body into mine, your big tits pressing into my back, and your pussy grinding against my ass. I see Allison watching, her nipples tenting her bikini top, and I can feel the eyes of all the other waitresses on us as you initiate our daily dance. I let you play with me for a second while I grind my ass into your hips, before I suddenly shove my ass backwards, forcing you to stumble a few steps back, your heels clattering on the floor.
"Maybe I wasn't hiding, Shannon," I purr as I spin around to face you. "Maybe I was laying a trap." With that I grab you by the shoulders and spin us around, so that your back is to the counter. I push you into the counter, your ass pressing against the countertop, as I lean in to kiss you hard, my bare thigh rubbing against your bikini-covered pussy, while our covered tits grind together.
Shannon
I'm taken by surprise by her sudden move, I miscalculated my timing. I had thought we were much closer to opening than we were, with no one inside and 30 minutes to go before the doors unlocked she could afford to be especially aggressive right now. I wouldn't back down from any clash, and I wouldn't put a target on me by seeming weak.
I through my arms around her back, clutching us tighter together. Our breasts swelling out to the side when I pour on the pressure. We stumble a little, I push my own thigh between her legs. I can feel my bottoms riding up into my damp lower lips from her probing leg. "Bring it Slut." I breath into her mouth before I slide my tongue between her lips.
Chrissy
Ahhh, the perks of reading the schedule carefully. "Time to show everyone who's the boss tonight, cxnt," I whisper back before kissing you again, my pussy grinding against your thigh as your pussy grinds against mine, our bikini bottoms already getting wet and cutting into our pussy lips. Our tongues writhe together as we swap saliva, while we stumble around behind the bar, heels clattering on the floor as the rest of the staff watches.
I grab the strings of your bikini bottom and start pulling up, the fabric of your bottom cutting into your wet pussy lips even more. I smirk to myself as I feel you moan into the kiss - this is a very good start to the day.
Or at least it was until I suddenly felt another pair of hands gripping and kneading my ass. I let out a surprised moan, until I suddenly realize - it must be Gabriella getting in on the action.
Shannon
I wiggle my hips at the intrusion of fabric between my thighs, letting it settle to work on my engorged clit. Jesus she knew just what buttons to push "Fucking Whore." I groan, spit drips on our breasts as we tongue fuck each other's mouth. It seems almost a stalemate until she moans.
Another fighter had entered the fray. I lock eyes with Gabrielle, she's grinning at me over Chrissy's shoulder. I can't fault her going for the double team early, she's avenging the slight she was given and trying to wear down a threat all at once. I reach down and grab one of Gabrielle's wrists, she tries to yank it away thinking I'm trying to stop her. I pull harder, guiding it between Chrissy and my stomach. Letting off the tit grinding pressure, I move Gabrielle's hand to cup Chrissy's breast. I push my thigh against her pussy harder.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Rhonda and Bella standing side by side. Taking turns to swing their heavy udders into each other's. They always took time to try and prove who had the better pair. Allison was staying out of it so far, smart girl. And Misty was late as usual. I returned my focus to my own battle, realizing time was against me. "Your going to be bottom Bitch today." I groan, fighting my own body. I grasp a handful of hair and give it a tug.
A few minutes earlier
Bella was wiping down the menus and getting the front counter ready for the evening when, over the sounds of Chrissy and Shannon beginning their clash at the bar, she heard Rhonda sauntering over from where she was preparing the right side tables. Turning to face her, the two busty babes glared at each other.
"What are you looking at?" Bella growled, as she looked Rhonda over, her nipples starting to throb.
"Oh nothing... just the bitch I pounded flat yesterday," Rhonda replied, smirking, her nipples tenting her bikini top.
"Grrr, you got lucky, cxnt." Bella snapped, tossing her rag down on the front counter and putting her hands on her hips. "Next time, I'm going to make you pay."
"What are you waiting for? I'm standing right here." Rhonda replied, thrusting her tits out in challenge.
"You asked for it!" Bella stepped forward, swinging her tits into Rhonda's with a loud SLAP, and instantly the two waitresses were going at it, swinging their bosomy weapons at each other - SMACK, SMACK, SMACK - as they grunted and cursed at each other with each impact.
Meanwhile
Samantha stood in the doorway to the break room, watching the first clashes of the night unfold, and she smiled to herself, admiring her handiwork.
Yeah, the whole "sexfighting and titfighting waitresses" thing was a blatant gimmick for people who are horny and dirty as fuck (and it worked really, really well). Yeah, she made a pretty penny on the side selling recordings of some of the dirtier, more intense fights that her cameras recorded.
But ultimately, she freely admitted to herself, she was a dirty, dirty slut who loved watching sexy bitches fighting and fucking - and getting down and dirty herself from time to time. All this? The Cantina, the theme days, the cattiness and competition? This was her fantasy come to life.
She glanced at the clock - another 20 minutes until opening. She'd break things up in a few minutes - they did still have to get the Cantina ready for customers. But until then... she gently played with herself as she watched these sexy bitches - her sexy bitches - go at each other.
Back at the bar
Chrissy
I let out a loud moan as you pull my hair and Gabriella starts groping my tits. I know that I'm sexy - I know that I can sexfight and titfight with the best of them - but even I have to admit that I can't hold off an orgasm for long, not with both you and Gabriella stoking my furnace.
"Fuck you cxnts..." I hiss. If I'm going to cum, I'm determined to at least take you with me. As for Gabriella... I'll get her back later.
I pull on your panties even harder, the fabric cutting into your pussy lips, while I grind my thigh into your cxnt as hard as I can, hoping that you're as close to the edge as I am. Pressing and grinding my ass into Gabriella's pussy, I try my best to hold on as long as I can, but I can't help but moan and gasp as you and Gabriella bring me closer and closer to the edge.
By the front tables
"Feel your tits giving up already Slut." Rhonda growls. Twisting to the left to give a particular loud tit slap to Bella's ivory pair.
Bella grabs Rhonda's forearms, swaying back she rams her babies into her chocolate opponent, her stiff nubs digging through both there tops to stab the tender flesh beneath. "The only thing I feel is a inferior pair of udders." Bella hisses.
These two rarely went head to head in any sensual or orgasm point battle with each other. The jealousy of each other's breasts drove them to engage in submission tit fights. Each one relished the victories over the other, taking delight in rubbing a win in the other's face. Fairly evenly matched, they both thought of new and inventive ways to get the next submission. They pushed the edges of Samantha's rules with each clash.
"Bitch." Slammed tits jiggle. Sweat drips down faces.
"Whore." Hard nipples stabbing. Teeth clenched hisses.
It's a all out breast pounding war of pride.
Misty comes through the side door, she loved her new job. Her old bar had waitress infighting but nothing like the Cantina. That puta Samantha was a genius, she was raking in the cash here. Having the woman at each other all night, aroused and flushed, made all the male and most of the female customers think they had a shot at getting lucky. And there was no better tipper than a person with false hope. Sure Samantha occasionally had a special guest she picked out for the late night end battle.
Misty learned early the precise time to make her arrival, to early and she might have to have a pre shift warm up. Why give any of the other girls a chance to gain a advantage. Too late and she might not be ready in time. Not being ready cost you a point on the scoreboard, and who wants to start behind the pack.
The scent of sex and sweat was heavy in the bar, bikini night was a personal favorite of Misty's. All the bare flesh ratcheted up the tension between women, bikinis were getting smaller and smaller each week. Allison had her back to Misty, watching each fight going on before her. From Misty's view it looked like Allison was pinching and squeezing her own breasts, Misty smiled, "This Chica had a lot to learn." Glancing at the clock, Misty decided she had just enough time to get a free point with little danger of giving up one. Creeping up behind Allison, a quick move slid Misty's hand into Allison's bottoms, the other wrapped around her waist to cup a tit. "Just take it Red." She cooed, kissing the edge of her shoulder. She started to rub Allison's fat pussy, working a finger in between her lips. She kneaded the plump breast, fingers stroking the nipple firm. She continued licking and sucking down Allison's neck, leaving light hickey's.
Allison gasped, then cursed. Damn it she knew better than to leave herself open. Her body responded to the stimulation faster than she did to Misty's presence. She moaned, hips moving in motion to hump the pressing digits. She had to do something, quick. Moving her hands behind her back she slide her hand between Misty's leg's, blindly groping for her hot center. Finding it she squeezed, her palm grinding the fabric into the dampening pussy. The moan from behind her was nothing compared to the groans coming from her own lips.
Shannon
Behind the bar
I can sense she's close, she can't keep up with a double fronted attack. "Come... On... Whore." I puff, fighting against the rising fire in my belly. God the way she's working my clit with my bottoms, her thigh adding just the right pressure. I can feel my stomach starting to roll, my pussy walls fluttering. "Cum for me like the Slut you are." I plunge my tongue back in her mouth, twirling it around hers. A particular harsh pull sends me over the edge. I feel her legs locking onto mine as her own orgasm overwhelms her. I dare say it's a tie.
Opening my eyes I find myself looking at Gabrielle and her smirking face. I had forgotten, I might have to share the point or receive none at all. It all depended on Samantha's mood in how it would be scored. "Your next cxnt." I snarl at Gabrielle, I refuse to give anyone the satisfaction of thinking I required help. A slight shove pushed Chrissy into Gabrielle.
Samantha brought herself to the edge, and held herself there. It was her secret. Being in charge she was constantly holding back her orgasms to keep up her fighting prowess. It has been a while since she observed a pre shift double orgasm. "Bravo, Chrissy." She turning into a fine minx, "I have plans for you." Samantha was surprised that Shannon had let go, was it a sign she was loosing her battle edge. Judging from the glare she gave Gabrielle, I doubt it. Must have been a fluke.
Removing her hand from the tiny white bottoms, she was sure there was a large wet spot showing. She pressed a buzzer, causing all the woman to stop there personal battles. The scoreboard was right beside her office door. She knew all eye's we're watching. Only customers deep in the know recognized what this board was for. Grabbing the chalk, she put up a point for Chrissy. She also gave Shannon and Gabrielle a half point each for the double team. Samantha pursed her lips, trying to decide if anyone else earned a point.
DING!
Samantha presses the buzzer, and a clear bell sounds across the Cantina.
At the front counter, Bella and Rhonda slam their tits together one more time with a loud SMACK before grudgingly backing off, nursing their sore boobs while glaring at each other.
"This isn't over, bitch," Rhonda growled as she cupped her battered but still firm tits while eyeing Bella's boobs, trying to gauge how much damage she had done.
"Not by a long shot, cxnt," Bella retorted as she gingerly tweaked her sore but still throbbing nipples through her bikini top while looking at Rhonda's orbs.
After a second of this Rhonda turned and started making her way to the right side tables, swaying her ass at Bella, while they both looked over at the scoreboard.
Over by the left tables, Misty reluctantly stops rubbing Allison's pussy, pulling her fingers out from Allison's bottoms, covered in the redhead's precum. Slightly disappointed that she hadn't made Allison cum, she nevertheless took great pleasure in how the redhead shuddered and moaned as she withdrew her hands. "Mmmm, so wet for me, chica?" She turned Allison's head and planted a quick kiss on her lips. "We're going to have fun tonight, you and I," she purred before turning and sauntering towards the right side tables, her assigned role for the night. As she walked off while looking at the scoreboard, she felt the wet spot forming on her panties - to Allison's credit, her desperate counterattack had gotten Misty surprisingly wet for the short time it lasted.
Meanwhile, Allison let out a whimper as Misty walked off, shuddering from how close she had come to cumming all over Misty's hand. Taking some deep breaths she tried to bring her aroused body under control, but she knew that she was very close to the edge, and easy prey for one of the other waitresses - at least until one of them made her orgasm. Looking over at the scoreboard, she started thinking of how she could even the score with her.
As for the scene behind the bar... your deep, passionate kiss, combined with your toned thigh on my pussy and Gabriella's hands playing with my tits proved to be too much, and I moaned into your mouth as I came, my legs spasming and clamping onto your thigh as I stained my panties and coated your thigh with my juices. However, as I felt my body go over the edge, I felt you shuddering against me, and the familiar feel of pussy juices on my thigh - looks like I was able to carry you with me.
As we both ride out our orgasms plastered together, I open my eyes to see you glaring at Gabriella. You snarl at her and suddenly I feel you shoving me into her, my ass pushing against her pussy and her tits pushing into my back. I step to the side, looking between you both, as Gabriella smirks back at you. "Bring it on, bitch," Gabriella replies. As Gabriella turns to look at the scoreboard, I shoot you a quick look - though we're known primarily for being each other's rivals, we're not beneath teaming up on someone else.
"Okay, ladies," Samantha calls out, drawing our attention to the scoreboard. Grabbing a piece of chalk, she gives me a point for making you cum, and you and Gabriella half a point each for making me orgasm. "Not bad, Chrissy," she calls out, and I smirk as I see everyone else glaring at me - I'm starting the night out with a target on my back, but I'm also starting with the lead, which gives me a sense of confidence.
"15 minutes to opening, girls," she finishes, clapping once. We all start moving back to our assigned areas. I grab my discarded rag and resume wiping down the counters, while Gabriella finishes polishing the taps. As we walk by each other behind the confines of the bar, we take every opportunity to bump tits and asses - it's going to be a feisty night behind the bar.
Shannon
A damn half point!? That fucking Gabrielle screwed me over, I deserved a whole point. I mean really what did she even do? Hold Chrissy's arms, I did all the work, that deserved a full point. I was going to get my damn point back off her one way or another. Grabbing a rag, I wipe between my thighs. Leaving at Chrissy's station I know everytime she has to wipe the bar, she'll get a fresh burst of my scent. Let the mind games begin.
I give a good hip check into Chrissy, making her ass jiggle when i leave from behind the bar. "Watch yourself tonight Bitch." I purr. Everyone gets themselves together as best they can as the doors open. The place floods with customers, I start batting my eyes, wiggle my tits, and make that money. Work has begun.
I start the devil's work as soon as I can, starting with Allison. "Hey Red, you going to let Misty treat you like that. Girl you got to stand up for yourself." I murmur in her ear when she passes by.
Carrying wings to Bella, I snicker. "Rhonda is telling everyone that if she had another minute you'd have been crying." I see her pupils flair
Getting beers refilled from Gabrielle, "I always knew you needed help getting a woman off." I growl
It's petty, I know, and they know I'm trying to stack the deck in my favor for the night. But that doesn't mean that they all ignore me. Their pride as woman won't let them think their being slighted in any way. I'm hoping to swoop in to steal some points after they all wear each other down a bit. I learned early on, if you ain't cheating you ain't trying.
Samantha's office.
My eyes keep flickering between the monitors, I can see that Shannon is up to her normal shenaxxxxns. I don't think I've ever watched manipulation at the level she was willing to employ. You could also feel the tension increasing as she worked the floor. I wondered who would break first.
Chrissy and Gabrielle were making more and more body contact each time they got near each other. Hands below the counter lingering on each other longer as the wages a hidden battle.
Rhonda and Bella only had eye's for each other, I felt a smoke break for them would be soon be coming. The alley in back one of their favorite arenas for battle. Dirty as hell, it fitted them.
Allison was a strange one, she could be sweet as could be. But press her buttons and she could go toe to toe with any girl here. I watched her head turning following Misty into the back room. She took a few hesitant steps after her and paused.
I caressed my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples "Come on you sluts." I moan "who's going to be the first one, who?"
Chrissy, at the bar - 20 minutes after opening
Some nights you're competing with all of the other waitresses at once - a grope on the ass here, a press of the tits there, a quick finger slid into wet pussy lips before being slid out just as quickly. Other nights all of your attention is focused on one girl, and you just work to drive her crazy - while, more often than not, she's doing the exact same thing to you.
Tonight it was mostly just me and Gabriella focusing our attention on each other behind the bar - after our little face off and her double-team with Shannon, we had it out for each other. Unfortunately, the bar was one of the busiest parts of the Cantina, so we couldn't really get into it just yet. That didn't stop us from trying, though - spanking and grabbing asses, groping tits through bikini tops, even sliding fingers under panties and quickly stroking pussies for a few seconds... we were both getting wet, horny, and annoyed at each other - perfect for fucking each other silly when we got a free moment.
And even as I focused my attention on Gabriella, I still had some fun with the other waitresses as opportunities presented themselves - usually when they came over to the bar to get drink refills. Grinding my ass into Allison's hips as she stroked my pussy through my thong while filling up some beers, cattily chatting with Misty and sneaking in some gentle tit groping as she waited for Gabriella to grab her some extra napkins, even bumping tits with Rhonda when she swung by... there's a reason we all love working at this place.
An hour after opening
It takes about an hour to start seeing the effects of all of our little catty/sexy encounters with each other - if you look for them. The light flush on Allison's pale face, Bella's big, fat nipples tenting her skimpy top, the wet spot on my thong from my pre-shift tussle with you and Gabriella and from Gabriella's fingers during the shift... now the points - and the submissions - start to fly.
As I'm wiping down a tray that Rhonda had just brought over, I feel a quick spank on the ass. Turning around quickly, I glare at the perpetrator - Bella, as it turns out. She smirks and presses her tits into mine, and I can feel her hard nipples stabbing into my boobs.
"Any chance you can cover the front, Chrissy? I need a 'break'."
She quickly glances over at the door to the hall leading to the break room and the alleyway out back - following her eyes, I see Rhonda just disappearing through the door, shaking her ass as she does.
Our eyes meet again, and I give Bella a knowing smirk.
"Sure. Have fun," I reply, giving her a quick shove with my tits. She winks at me before turning to follow Rhonda, while I finish quickly wiping down the tray and start making my way to the front. On my way out from behind the bar I take a second to get behind Gabriella, who's busily flirting with a young, busty patron. I lean into her, my tits pressing into her back, as I stroke her panties below the counter with one hand and quickly grope her tit with the other.
"I'm covering the front for Bella - be back in a bit," I purr into her ear as she yelps and then softly moans from my parting shot. I give the patron a wink, and she giggles, earning me a withering glare (and a parting spank on the ass) from Gabriella as I saunter off to the front, swaying my hips and ass as I do.
The back alley
Rhonda steps into the alley, closely followed by Bella, the two of them dimly illuminated by some wall-mounted light sconces.
"Time to finish what we started before shift, don't you think bitch?" Rhonda growled at Bella as they turned to face each other.
"What, when I was giving your sad sacks a richly deserved beatdown with my magnificent boobs?" Bella retorted, putting her hands on her hips and thrusting out her tits.
"Oh fuck you, slut - you were saved by the bell, and you know it."
"'Saved by the bell' my ass - your tits were getting crushed by mine, cxnt."
"Enough talk, skank," Rhonda snarled, as she untied her bikini top, her chocolate tits bouncing free. Bella did the same, her pale white globes jiggling as they settled on her chest, and the two left them on a crate as they faced off topless, hands on hips, glaring at each other.
At the other end of the alley, Samantha stood in the shadows, smirking as she watched the two titfighters face off. Seeing that no other fight was likely to break out, she ducked out of the back door of her office to watch the show in-person - her cameras were good, but nothing quite beat watching two women fuck each other up in the flesh. Toying with her tits, she grinned as the fun was about to begin.
Samantha's view
Ebony meets ivory in a initial loud smack. Lips settling into tight sneers. A half step taken back and chests slam into each other again. "cxnt." Smack. "Bitch.". Thud. "Whore." Smack. "Slut." Thud. Samantha plucks her nipples, teasing them fully erect. Her other hand creeps under her bikini bottom caressing her slick lower lips. These two always put on a great show, there was something primal about watching these two go at it. All my girls were wonderful competitor's, but these two seemed to relish hurting each other. I wondered what pushed them to endure the levels of pain each one endured and come back for more.
Rhonda and Bella.
Rhonda rams her tits forward, nipples digging into Bella's flesh. A slight shoulder twist rakes them across the pink nubs of her opponent, "Feel that Bitch, feel how firm my babe's are." She hisses through a sneer. Bella glares back, groaning when her nipples bend. "All I feel is a cheap knock off of a real woman, cxnt." Bella shifts her hips turning slightly to the side to send a double tit punch to Rhonda. Bella's flesh turning red but she doesn't hesitate. She turns back the other direction, walloping the other utter with hers. Rhonda's groan of pain makes Bella up the tempo. "What's the matter, Bitch your itty bitty tits can't take it?" Bella raises up to do a tit drop on Rhonda's pair, pulling the brown tits low before they slide off.
"Fuck you cxnt." Rhonda's arms wrap around Bella's back. Pulling her into a crushing bear hug. "I'm going to flatten you two days running." Pressing her forehead into Bella's she ignored the burning sensation in her chest. Instead taking delight in the tears forming in Bella's eyes.
Inside the bar. Allison
Allison was flushed watching all action and couldn't wait to get in on it more. The hesitation lasted only a second before she went after Misty. Knowing that Rhonda and Bella were tangling with each other, she would have to be quick. Samantha didn't want business to suffer no matter how much she loved the girls fighting. She made it into the back room just as Misty turned back to the door, Misty's hand's full with a new case of beer for the bar. It gave Allison the chance to draw first blood so to speak. "Payback time. Slut." She purrs. Dropping a hand she quickly pushes Misty's thong to the side and slips two fingers inside her wet pussy. She works her fingers in and out, adding a twist at the bottom stroke to flick her clit side to side. "Scared to fight face to face."
Misty shivers from toes to top of her head, oohing and aahhing as her sloppy hole gets worked over. It takes a moment for her to get control of her body enough to set the beer down. Her own hand wriggles between Allison's thighs "Your not woman enough to take me, Chica." She pants. Plunging her own fingers inside Allison her thumb rubs the engorged clit of her enemy. "You won't last 3 minutes with me. Puta."
Shannon inside the bar.
I can hear the soft moans and groans coming from inside the back room when I pass by on my way to the bar. My need rises, just the sound is a aphrodisiac. Someone's moans are getting louder, those two are amateur's at this game. Unable to really control themselves, they were always easy points. I'd save them for later if I needed it. I see Chrissy working the tables and change course for a moment, never one to let a opportunity to pass to get under her skin.
Draping my arm across her shoulder, my right tit bumps hers and set our pair to swaying. I watch the customer's eye's glance back and forth between our breasts. I take my other hand and place it on her stomach, my fingers tracing circles around her belly button to just above her bikini line. My upper arm pushes my tits together, deeping my cleavage. My right boob pushing into her left, "Let me give you a hand dear." I coo, then sigh dramatically "She's always taking on more than she can handle. I don't know why." I grab a couple of empties and turn my ass jiggling when I walk off.
Making my way behind the bar, I spot my biggest beef for the moment, Gabrielle. She owed me a point and I intended on taking it back soon. I can see her flirting with a well endowed patron, let's get this started. I sidle up to Gabrielle, and look over her shoulder. Dropping a wink at the buxom lady in front of us, "How about a little show?" Without waiting for a answer, my hands start to force Gabrielle's hips to sway. I lick her ear, whispering in it. "You owe me." I pull her hair to the side baring her shoulder, I can see the customers breath coming faster, a few more start watching us. My body swaying behind her I keep rhythm, my hands cup her breasts squeezing and softly kneading the soft flesh. I kiss the nape of her neck. "I'm here to collect."
